#my man seabass

[marvel-yap-blr-the-cult]

These 🎀✨️Bow-cky✨️🎀 pictures are my actual favourite

For @reckless007

[marvel-yap-blr-the-cult]

Okay the fact that Bucky trusts Sam enough to close his eyes as he's hugging him- that is beyond-

Common fear, Ptsd causes, they put on shirts really fast, ones that go over your head. Stay away from darkness. And barely close their eyes when they're awake. Something with Bucky, he not only closed his eyes but also hid half his face in Sam's shoulder, again, same theory. Bucky feels safe around Sam and that's all that matters.

[mysensibleheart]

HE LOOKS SO GOOD

Sebastian Stan at a Q&A for ‘A DIFFERENT MAN’ and ‘THE APPRENTICE’ in Los Angeles.

[mrsbarnes-avenger]

Seb crumbs have been scattered from Sundance and he just gets more sexier. 🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

[bookishtheaterlover7]

I need people to stop looking into things and make assumptions, for example the time Chris posted on IG. His MUA is in London with Emily Blunt, not him. Please leave him some peace imagine how tired he (and all of us) is 😩

❤️

Jesus Christ!!!

You're right An🫶n, everyone's tired of all the back and forth. The rumors, the fact that everything is constantly being pulled every which way. If we're tired, how much more Chris. Who we know probably gets attacked a lot, via messages on SM...

Honestly, I think we're all going stir crazy after the ring thing got radio silence from Albitch, and started rumors that Chris is flying to her.

So, Imma suggest we take a little breather. Because all the stir crazy will cause some problems.

We can reconvene when shit has started up again, like some more blurry pics, or Albitch has resurfaced or even Chris is ACTUALLY sighted. Okay?

[sarahowritesostucky]

I could tell he'd gained quite a bit of weight around Berlinale time and just before, but he certainly didn't look this big! How you workout and eat really makes a drastic difference! I love that he's confident enough to share that photo, and as an actor he's clearly not afraid to gain (or lose) a bunch of weight. Still hasn't reached the ranks of Jared Leto and Christian Bale yet though. Yeeks, I hope he never does 😱

Still fucking sexy, all of him, pout and all! I want to cuddle him!! Hear about his day, Make him a nice warm meal, bake him something sweet 🥺

[sgt-seabass]

LADS men fucking your hand

⁺₊⋆⁺₊ a drabble about how each LADS man would act fucking your hand. all different types of desperation. 18+ only.

XAVIER

Xavier would be so vocal, each breath a whine in your ear. He’d shudder with each thrust into your hand, nails leaving divots in your flesh as he gripped onto your arms, unbridled strength brimming beneath the surface. He could easily overpower you, but he loves being at your mercy. He has your undivided attention – the thing he yearns for most. “Come closer, my star. I need to feel you.”

ZAYNE

Zayne would be holding you as close as humanly possible, your skin flush against his as his noises filled your ears. He keeps his face nuzzled in the crook of your neck, hiding the red flush that tints his cheeks and the way his dark hair sticks to his sweaty forehead. He doesn't want you to see the way you affect him, but you can feel the heat, hear his moans. Your own sounds join his when his fingertips turn icy against your skin, adding to the cacophony of sensation. “Darling… don’t stop.”

RAFAYEL

Rafayel would be the sassiest of the bunch, acting like he doesn’t need your touch, but the way his cock twitches and his lips ghost over yours says otherwise. He’d smother his sounds against your mouth, eyes fluttering when you adjust your wrist to get the perfect position. There’d be an unspoken connection, an agreement, only you could see him this way. “Cutie, you’re driving me crazy.”

SYLUS

Sylus would be rougher, his weight pinning you down and silver hair tousled, ruby eyes shining bright as he drinks in the sight of you. But even with the dominating presence, he lets you set the pace, nipping at your collarbone when you go too slow for his liking. He whines and huffs when he doesn’t get what he wants, but makes no move to stop you. The way he kisses you is surprisingly gentle, his tongue ghosting over your lower lip. “Kitten, please, you’ve got me all worked up.”

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Bucky Barnes Masterlist - 2

Welcome to my 2nd Bucky Barnes Masterlist, lovelies, and I hope you enjoy! Here you will find some of my darker fics. These may include triggers such as noncon, dubcon, violence, dark themes, etc. Please heed the warnings. Header and banner by @sgt-seabass​ and dividers by @firefly-graphics​. Check them out! ​

Main Masterlist | 1st Bucky Barnes Masterlist

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🔥 smut 💓 fluff 💔 angst 💞 AU 🛑 dark content 💙 Navy's faves

Mini-Series and Universes

Soldat and Sparrow Universe (Ongoing)

Your fire burns for the Winter Soldier. And one day, you’ll be free. Both of you.

Winter and Fire  🔥💙

Summary: You didn’t choose to be with Hydra. Neither did the Winter Soldier. 

War and Peace 🔥

Summary: Your first mission together brings inner war...peace.

Soldat and Sparrow  

Summary: No one touches his Sparrow.

Night and Day  🔥

Summary: Will you be another one of the Soldat’s lost memories?

Dark and Light

Summary: You learn the real reason why Hydra wants to keep you.

Black and White

Moon and Sun

Past and Future

The Pakhan and the Printsessa - Mob Newlyweds Universe (Ongoing) 💞

You’re married to Bucky Barnes, one of the most powerful men in the world. And all he wants is you.

Harmonious  🔥

Summary: You may think you’re a pawn in Bucky’s life, but you are his queen.

Hollow  🔥

Summary: Bucky touches on memories from the past and wants to start a new tradition with you.

Husband and Wife  🔥💙

Summary: Bucky has to have you before you get to your wedding reception.

Honeymoon Suite 🔥

Summary: Bucky takes a call during your honeymoon, but you should know that you always come first.

Home Again  🔥

Summary: Your husband opens up to you about his past as you fall more in love.

Honesty and Lies

Honor and Obey

Hope, Faith and Love

Vampire Mob AU (Ongoing)

Power and money mean nothing to the powerful vampire ruler if you’re aren’t by his side.

Around Your Throat  🔥

Summary:  Bucky has the perfect accessory to go around your throat.

Lay Me Down  🔥💙

Summary: You look to the past and future on your last night as a human.

Disturbia - Dark Suburbia AU

You have a beautiful home and a loving partner. So, why does it feel like something is wrong with your neighborhood?

A Plum a Day  🔥🛑

Summary: You wake up beside Bucky, but you don't know how you got there.

Winter and Kisa - Mob AU 💞

The mobster doesn't care that you're an agent. He wants you to be his.

Give Me a Name

Summary: Someone put their hands on you and Bucky can't let it go.

Almost Like Home

Summary: Bucky told you his place would be your home one day. You see it firsthand with his closet.

Dark Club AU (Tagged as Turn It Up AU)

Hold You Tight  🔥🛑💞

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

There's Something in the Water - Coming Soon

One Shots and Imagines (over 1k) *Some fics may get additional parts

Run Like Hell  🔥🛑

Summary:  You weren’t supposed to see the Winter Soldier that day. So you ran. The Soldat loves a good chase though…and you’re not getting away from him that easily.

First and Last  🔥🛑 💞 (a/b/o)💙

Summary:  Masquerading as Beta was an easy choice. Too bad Bucky Barnes had other plans for you.

You’re My Obsession  🔥🛑💙

Summary: You’re the light in Bucky’s darkness. And he doesn’t want to share you with anyone, including Steve.

Best Man 🛑

Summary: Bucky found the girl of his dreams and Steve couldn’t be happier.

Remind Me  🔥💙

Summary: The apocalyptic world is crumbling around you and you need a reminder of who you belong to.

Push and Pull  (features Nick Fowler x Reader)🔥🛑💙💞 (Club)

Summary: Nick wants what Bucky has.

Prized Possession  🔥🛑 💞 (Librarian)

Summary: You’re Bucky’s rare treasure, his most prized possession.

A Debt to Pay  🔥💙💞 (Mob)

Summary: Bucky isn’t a man to be crossed.

What Goes Around  🔥💙 💞 (DBF/BFD)

Summary:  Bucky is your friend's dad and your dad's friend and nothing more. Until he isn't.

Send Me an Angel  🔥🛑 💞 (Bartender)

Summary: Bucky thinks you’re an angel.

Follow You Home (Stalker)

Summary: Bucky just wants to see you smile when he visits you at the flower shop.

Two Sides of the Same Coin🔥 (Bucky and the Winter Soldier)

Summary: A night of passion awakens something beneath the surface of the man you love.

What Happens in Vegas  🔥🛑 💞 (Fae)

Summary: You get more than you bargained for when you decide to get married in Vegas.

Within You  🔥🛑

Summary: Bucky shows a different side of himself when you venture into a corn maze.

Ficlets (under 1k)

Read Between the Lines ~ (threat not by Bucky) 

Summary: Things are left unsaid with Bucky during your recent mission.

Loyalty  🔥 (features Dark!Andy Barber x Reader)  

Summary: Loyalty is something you’ve learned to both loathe and appreciate.

Collateral Damage  🔥🛑

Summary: You pay the price when the Avengers try to undo the snap.

Long Night

Summary: Bucky is waiting for you when you come back from a night out.

A Hero’s Reward  🔥 🛑

Summary: Bucky is a hero and every hero deserves a reward.

100 Word Drabbles

Secret Admirer Secret Admirer - Part 2 Secret Admirer - Part 3 Secret Admirer - Part 4 Forced Bond 🔥🛑 Last Call  🔥🛑 His Sparrow  🔥🛑 Stalked

[lunarbuck]

Dumb Bunny (dark!winter soldier xf!reader)

a dark little red riding hood retelling

pairing: dark!winter soldier x f! reader (any race)

wc: 3.3k

summary: The Wolf sees you walking through the forest on your way to your grandmother's house, and he just can't help himself.

warnings: dark fic, knives, oral (f receiving), smut (p in v), pet names [bunny], degradation, primal play, predator/prey, fear, crying

a/n: this is my entry for @boxofbonesfic's fairytale writing challenge :) I hope you guys enjoy!

beta'd by the amazing @sgt-seabass <3

my masterlist

The sight of your home village warms your heart. You’ve been away for so long and missed so much. It’s good to be back. You pull the hood of your cape up to keep the sun off your face and venture into the heart of the village. 

After gathering some sweets and a few loaves of bread, you bid farewell to the friendly faces you pass. As lovely as the village is, you can’t shake the feeling that something is just slightly… wrong.

The edge of the forest calls to you, the familiar sound of songbirds lulling you in. You’ve traveled this path hundreds of times; you know it with your eyes closed, even after all this time. Beautifully bright flowers bloom just off the beaten path. You gaze at them but don’t stop to pick any. Grandmother is expecting you. It’s been so long since you’ve seen her, you feel guilty you haven’t visited sooner.

As you walk, you hear footsteps crunch through the fallen leaves. You turn around, the hem of your cape fluttering with the movement. Behind you, you see a tall mountain of a man. Cloaked in black, the man stalks toward you. You’ve heard whisperings of him in town, the Wolf, they call him. 

“Excuse me, miss,” he coos, voice deep and gravelly. “Where are you headed? A beautiful girl like you shouldn’t be alone in these woods,” he whispers. “There is danger around every corner.” 

You know what people say about the Wolf, the things he’s rumored to have done. That he’s a killer, that he roams the woods hunting unsuspecting victims. He’s ruthless, coldblooded and animal-like in his violence. You’re sure the rumors are true as you gaze up at his bright eyes. Fear flashes through your mind as you stare at him. His eyes are a stark, beautiful blue. His hair, dark and inky, frames his face, though most of it is covered by a black mask. 

“I’m visiting my grandmother’s house,” you tell him, smiling politely. You’ve always been taught to be kind to strangers, and this stranger, in particular, the way he’s looking at you, seems to scream danger. You don’t want to risk slighting him.

“Ah,” the Wolf replies, raising his eyebrows. “And what might you have there in your basket?” You move the cloth, showing the Wolf your various sweets and loaves of bread. You imagine he is licking his lips behind his mask. Images of his lips on you, of him kissing you deeply, of him tasting you, flash through your mind, and you quickly shut your eyes. You try to shake off the heat that’s settled in your belly. You shouldn’t think that way about a stranger.

“Well, I must be going. Grandmother is expecting me.” You nod to the Wolf and cover your basket, returning to the path you’d been following. Each breath feels tight in your chest.

“What a shame,” he calls. “The birds are singing so sweetly.” Your steps slow as you allow yourself to listen to the songs that float through the air, but you continue on. You can always listen to the birds as you walk.

“Ah, but the flowers are so beautiful this time of year. Wouldn’t your grandmother enjoy a bouquet?” The Wolf asks, again halting your walking. You glance at the flowers off the path, practically preening for you in the sunlight. Grandmother has always loved the wildflowers; maybe you could spare a few moments to gather a small bouquet. 

“I suppose…” You glance back at the Wolf, finding that he has continued to follow you down the path. He’s so close now that if you breathed deeply, your back would touch his chest. Your heart stutters with fear. How did he move so quickly without you hearing? How did you not feel him approach?

“You don’t want to miss out on all the beauty,” he whispers, leaning down beside your ear. With two long fingers, the Wolf tugs your hood off your head, letting the breeze flutter against your neck. He breathes deeply, and your knees wobble as you feel the heat the Wolf emanates. Something sharp trails down your neck, a stinging pain following close behind, and your eyes widen.

Not even a breath later, he’s gone. You shudder at his sudden absence and quickly dart your eyes around, looking for the Wolf, but he’s disappeared into the shadows. 

You try to calm your nerves, focusing instead on the flowers glittering just a few paces away. You kneel down, gathering your skirts to prevent them from getting dirty. The flowers are soft against your fingertips as you pick the perfect ones. All the while, the Wolf’s beautiful blue eyes burn in your mind.

The Wolf

Poor, poor grandmother, I think to myself as I drag the woman out of her woodland home and into the glade. She’ll wake up eventually, but not before I do what I want. Not before I take care of her sweet, beautiful little granddaughter. 

I go back into the house and take in the empty space. Photos of my little bunny are everywhere, school photos and memories of vacations. She looks so delectable in her too-small bikini, her bright smile practically blinding me. 

Next, I climb the stairs, finding myself in the room I had just dragged her grandmother from. The four-poster bed takes up most of the room, fabric hanging from the top of the frame like a canopy. I grin at the thought of taking my bunny here, her tears staining the blanket. Her screams filling the air. I feel myself hardening in my pants, and I adjust my cock.

When I saw her walking through town, my mouth watered. She looked so beautiful in her red cloak, the sun warming her skin. She looked good enough to fucking eat. I followed her from a distance, but once she entered the forest, I couldn’t hold back any longer. The smell of her when I got close… I could barely hold myself back. I wanted to grab her right then and there. I wanted to fuck her into the dirt. But good things come to those who wait. 

I am not a patient man, and I always get what I want. Always.

So, I lay down on the bed, the canopy concealing me well enough, and wait. 

And wait, and wait.

Until I hear the door creak open. 

“Grandmother?” My bunny calls. I can practically hear the smile on her lips. I grin beneath my mask, fingers itching to touch her. To mark her. I hear her footsteps as she wanders into the house. My heartbeat speeds up, ready for the hunt. 

“Grandmother?” She calls again, this time even closer. I see her shadow as she comes up the stairs, and a moment later, she pushes open the bedroom door. “Oh, Grandmother, are you ill?” Through the canopy, I see her set down a vase of flowers, the ones she picked in the woods, and her basket, full of sweets.  

Her fingers gently curl around the canopy’s fabric and tug it aside. Her eyes widen, and her lips part on a scream, but I’m already moving. I lunge, grab her, and push her down onto the mattress. My hand presses over her mouth, absorbing her scream.

“So fucking beautiful when you scream, bunny,” I growl, dipping my head into the crook of her neck. I breathe her in, the sweet scent of fear mixing with the floral scent of her perfume.

My bunny writhes and struggles against me, but it’s no use. I’m bigger than her, stronger than her. She’ll never escape me. She heaves her breath behind my hand, so I take it off of her, not minding if she screams. No one will hear her anyways. 

“What– what are you doing?” She whimpers, tears streaking down her face.

I don’t answer. Instead, I straddle her hips, pinning her to the bed. I run my hands along her torso and up to her breasts. She fits perfectly in my hands, and I flick my eyes to hers, watching her reaction. I can see the way she struggles with herself. The way she wants to give in to me, but something holds her back. 

“Oh, bunny,” I whisper, my hands coming up to curl around her neck. “What a beautiful neck you have.” I squeeze her neck lightly, giving her just a taste of what I want, and I see the way her pupils dilate. Her hips jolt up into mine, and I grin beneath my mask.

She breathes heavily, lips parting into a perfect, soft ‘o’. “And what perfect lips you have.” I move one hand up, running my thumb across her beautiful mouth. I lean down close, cupping her jaw. 

I want to taste her, I want to rip this fucking mask off my face and taste my little bunny, but I can’t. Not yet. I need to be patient. I sit up, slipping a knife out of my belt and flicking it open. Her eyes widen at the glinting blade.

“Please,” she whispers, tears brimming in her eyes again. “Please don’t hurt me.” I grin.

“My poor, stupid, little bunny. The more you beg me not to, the more I want to hurt you.” She tugs her bottom lip between her teeth, and I stifle a moan. I don’t know how I’ve lived so long without her, how I’m going to go on living if I don’t have her by my side.

“What did you do to my grandmother?” She asks, voice wavering.

“You don’t want to know, bunny.” Her tears stream down her cheeks, and she hiccups as she sobs. She’s fucking perfect. I take in the sight of her blood-red cloak stark against the white sheets. I run the knife along the side of her face, not cutting or scratching her but letting her feel the sharp edge. 

I slide off the bed, dragging the knife down the center of her sternum between her breasts and down her torso. I see the thoughts running through her pretty little head. I know she wants to run. I hope she does. I step back and watch her fingers twitch before she darts off the bed. Her red cape flutters behind her as she saints down the stairs. I give her a head start before giving chase. My little bunny is more perfect than she could ever know.

After taking a steadying breath, I take off after my bunny. She left the front door open, and I catch sight of the hem of her cape as she dives behind a tree. She ran pretty far, I’ll give her that, but she won’t escape me. Never.

My feet pound on the ground as I chase her, adrenaline coursing through my veins. She keeps running, doing her best to hide as she goes deeper into the forest, but she’s not fast enough. I catch up quickly, making sure she knows just how close I am. Whenever she hears my boots snap a twig, she yelps, tripping over her feet. As we get further away from the house, she loses steam. I grin as she stumbles, constantly looking back to see me hunting her. 

Bunny’s cape gets caught on a branch, and she falls, landing hard in the dirt. She tries to crawl away, but she knows it’s no use. I stalk toward her, loving the way she shakes with each breath, and sink to the ground by her head.

I grip her by her hair, lifting her face out of the dirt, and lean down. “You lose, bunny.” She gasps as I bring out my knife, holding it near her cheek as I turn her. Even though she ran and wants to think she’s afraid of me, I know what she wants. I can fucking smell it on her. Can taste it in the air. 

“Please,” she whispers, fingers digging into the leaves on the ground. Her thighs rub together beneath her skirts, and my mouth waters. I know she won’t run this time, not when she’s so close to getting what she wants.

I remove my mask, tugging it from my face with my other hand. Her lips part as her eyes search my features. I move between her legs, running a hand along one of her legs. I push up her skirt, exposing her soft skin. With my knife, I run the tip along her leg, up and up, until I reach her panties. She can’t hide how needy she is. My bunny writhes in the dirt, begging me to touch her with her big beautiful eyes. I slide my knife beneath the waistband of her panties, slicing the fabric. I cut a matching slit near her other leg, tugging the material away. She shivers as the cool air hits her cunt.

“What a pretty pussy you have, bunny,” I growl, lowering my face to the crux of her thighs. She watches me with lust-filled eyes, nodding like the dumb little bunny she is. I bite her inner thigh, leaving an imprint of my teeth on her skin.

“What beautiful eyes you have,” she tells me, a small smile on her lips. 

“The better to see you with, bunny.” I run my nose along her pussy, and she bites back a moan. My tongue laves along her clit, and I hear her breath hitch. 

“What–” she gasps when I press a finger inside her tight cunt. “What a perfect mouth you have.” I groan against her pussy, devouring her like my last meal. 

“The better to eat you with,” I mutter into her pussy. Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer. She tastes so fucking sweet, practically dripping against my lips. I knew my bunny would be perfect, but she’s better than I ever could have dreamed. 

“Please, please,” she whimpers, begging for her release. I curl my finger inside of her, looking for the spot that makes her squirm, and brush my teeth over her sensitive clit. My little bunny is so responsive for me, writhing around in the dirt. 

“So fucking sweet, bunny, my own little treat.” Her whimpers get higher pitched, and I know she’s close. I’m practically humping the dirt, I’m so hard, but all I can think about is how good my bunny is being and how fucking perfect she’s going to feel wrapped around my cock. 

I work her right up to the edge, and when she’s gripping my hair so hard she’s about to pull it out, she breaks. She comes all over my tongue and finger, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

I crawl up over her, my tongue running over my lips, gathering her taste. “What a good bunny,” I whisper, taking in the sight of her blissed-out expression. She wants more, though, I can tell. 

Her eyes roam over my face, her hands tracing over my features. Her lips part, but she can’t seem to find the words. “Tell me what you want, bunny.” My finger circles her sensitive clit; she jolts. 

She shudders but doesn’t speak. “Come on, bunny. I know you’re afraid. I know that you don’t want to admit it. You want my cock? Is that it, bunny? You want me to fuck you here in the dirt?” Her eyebrows pinch together, and fear flashes in her eyes. She knows I’m dangerous; she knows I am unpredictable.

“You wanna be my dirty bunny?” I ask her, nipping at the soft skin of her neck. “You’re my dumb fucking bunny, you know that? You’re gonna let me fuck you into the dirt, and you’re gonna love every second of it, isn’t that right?”

“Oh my god,” she moans, hips bucking against my fingers. “Please.”

“I need to hear you say it, bunny.” I bite her shoulder hard enough to draw blood, and she gasps. “Tell me that you’re my dumb little bunny. Tell me what you want me to do.”

I see the way she hesitates, the way her mind runs through all the reasons she should fight me, but then I see the shift. I see the moment lust takes over, and she succumbs to her primal desires.

“I’m your dumb little bunny,” she whispers. I slide two fingers into her pussy, scissoring my fingers to stretch her. “And–” she sucks in a breath. “And I want– need you to fuck me.”

“Such a good bunny.” I settle back between her legs and pump my fingers, working her up again. I use my other hand to take off my belt. When my pants are down far enough, I palm my cock, moaning. She watches me with hooded, lust-drunk eyes, and I smirk. My dumb little bunny looks so pretty taking my fingers, but she’ll look even better taking my cock.

I take a long look at her pretty face before I grip her hips and turn her over. Hooking my hands underneath her, I position her with her ass high and her head in the dirt. This is how she was meant to be; she was fucking born for this. 

I line my cock up with her perfect pussy and tease her clit, loving how she jolts each time. My little bunny has never looked better with her skirt shoved up on her waist and her face pressed against the earth.

“What a perfect bunny for me,” I tell her, spanking her ass. I press my cock into her, groaning as she squeezes me. She’s so fucking tight, so perfect, like she was made for me. Made for this. I slide in, loving how she stretches around my dick. Her face screws up the deeper I get, but I don’t give her time to adjust. 

I set a brutal, deep pace, and electricity shoots up my spine. The sounds she’s making, the way her fingers dig into the dirt, are nearly too much for me to handle. The smell of sex and earth floods my nose, and I feel it flood my bloodstream. 

She moans and whimpers with each thrust, pressing back with each thrust, egging me on. My little bunny wants me just as much as I want her. I lean down, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, and haul her torso up so she’s kneeling, arching against me. I run my tongue along the spot I’d cut earlier when I’d first spoken to her, tasting the sweet tang of her blood.

My little bunny has tears streaming down her dirt-streaked face. Her eyes are screwed shut as she takes my dick.

“Such a good little bunny,” I groan into her ear. “You were fucking made for this. You were fucking born to be my dumb bunny, to take my cock.” Her cunt flutters around my dick, and my hips stutter.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants like a prayer. I drop a hand to her clit and circle it in a way that makes her throw her head back, and bite the cut on her neck. The combination of sensations throws her over the edge, and she convulses on my cock.

I press her back into the dirt and pound into her, slamming into her over and over again. I come on a moan, both of us collapsing. “Good bunny,” I whisper. “Such a good little bunny.”

She falls asleep, drained from the way I used her body, and I grin at the sight. She should know better than to fall asleep next to a predator like me. I brush the dirt from my pants, tucking my cock away, and pick her up. I carry her back to her grandmother’s house and lay her on the four-poster bed. 

Next, I retrieve poor old grandmother. She’s still asleep. The drug I gave her will wear off soon. I place her on the couch in the front room. I’ll let my bunny find her when she comes to. I return to the bedroom and stare at my beautiful little bunny. 

I don’t clean her up; I don’t even put her dress back. She looks perfect, dirty, and used against the bone-white sheets.

Just the way I like her.

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Feel The Burn: Chapter 7

Lance Tucker x Reader | Destroyer!Chris x Reader

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Your casual situationship with notorious flirt Lance Tucker comes to a shocking head at a party, fortunately the mysterious stranger you meet that same night is more than happy to help take your mind off it.

Wordcount: approx. 2.7k

(Warnings for smut in this chapter)

Hi all, back again with another chapter. This one is pretty spicy 😈 Back on the Chris train. As always, your engagement with this story makes my day - any comments/reblogs much appreciated! I love hearing from you.

“The seabass looks good,” Chris hums as he scans the menu, “so does the gnocchi…oh, and you look incredible in that dress, it’s actually distracting how hot you are…” he throws in casually at the end without looking up from the leather binder.

You nearly choke on your wine as he catches you off guard, quickly scooping your hand over your mouth to stop any potential escape. Fortunately, you prevent any embarrassment in that area and manage to navigate any spillages.

“Chris…!” you hiss, embarrassment warming your cheeks.

“What?” he asks casually. “Am I wrong?”

“I don’t - it’s just…”

He looks up at you expectantly. His baby blues practically burning into you from across the table.

“…thank-you,” you relent, accepting the compliment like he always encourages you to do. “That’s sweet of you. You look very handsome…”

His lips quirk at the side of his mouth into a smirk and his eyes drop back to the page as they were before. “Thanks,” he hums with satisfaction.

You find your hands smoothing down your dress and rubbing your legs to release some of your body’s tension. You’re still getting used to this whole ‘accepting praise’ thing, so you can’t help the residual dregs of discomfort even though you’re doing much better at it overall. Regardless, you clutch at his words and bask in the giddiness they bring you. Hot? You’re often the ‘cute’ girl, the sweet one, the nice one…But hot? Hot! Chris thinks you’re hot…Similar to how it used to be with Lance - his attention is intoxicating, a drug you can’t get enough of. Just one more fix, one more hit. But it never ends.

The night continues nicely, you order the gnocchi, and Chris goes for the seabass. Conversation flows easily over a bottle of wine. Then another. You already have a couple of in-jokes from your date, and the texts and phone calls. You like this version yourself. When you’re with him, you feel desired, attractive. You’re cooler, prettier. Better. He sees you through his eyes in a way that you don’t see yourself, although you’re doing your best to change that.

It’s been a few days since the trivia night and strangely Lance has popped into your head a few times. You don’t know why, your brain had pretty much eliminated him after meeting Chris – apart from his surprise appearance that evening, of course. Maybe it was the way he got you through your panic attack, or the quiet admission that he liked hanging out with you. You didn’t really know what to do with that information. You’re still slightly stinging from what he said to you the night things ended, although you weren’t lying when you’d told him that it would be nice to be friends – or at least friendly – as you were going to continue bumping into each other with your mutual acquaintances.

You’d be doing something completely innocuous like making a customer’s drink at work or doing some laundry at home when suddenly his face would flash up in your mind. Brashly barging in uninvited, very on brand for him. One afternoon at the coffee shop you’d served a man in a bright red coat and instantly thought of that damn Team USA jacket. He’d always disappear as quickly as he materialised, but it was still jarring to accept that he had wormed his way into your subconscious somehow.

“You still with me, princess?” Chris coos as he grins and goes to sip his wine, snapping you back into the moment.

“Yeah, sorry,” you reply quickly, embarrassed that he’d caught you lost in your own head. “Present and accounted for,” you beam. You inwardly preen at the nickname; he’d settled on that one recently and it made you feel all sorts of ways.

“You’re very mysterious, you know”, he eyes you.

You laugh at that, an inelegant squawk of surprise. “What? Me? C’mon…”

“You are,” he continues, unperturbed by your dismissal. “I feel like I can’t always get a read on you, and you get this faraway look in your eyes when you’re thinking about something”.

That catches you off guard. You always thought yourself to be a ‘heart on your sleeve’ type of person, open and transparent. You’re not one to back down from a fight, not afraid to speak up when something isn’t fair. And you’ve been in hot water a few times when your expression has spoken for you, and you’ve been unable to hide your disgust or anger. Although, yes, he is right that you can get lost in your own thoughts sometimes. You’re fascinated that Chris has this perception of you but mortified that your apparent poker face is easily penetrable, and he can see you drift away like that in real time.

“Oh, God – I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be rude…”

“No. It’s not rude…just interesting. Makes me wonder what’s going on in that head of yours…”

You smile. “Nothing interesting, I promise”.

He smiles back. “Well, I don’t believe that…”

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Dinner ends and Chris pays – of course he does. He’s a gentleman. You’ve had a lovely time, slightly tipsy and pleasantly full. You are a bit surprised when you peek at the bill and see how many bottles of wine you both went through, you swore you only had a few glasses, but you suppose it’s easy to lose track of exact numbers when the attentive servers continue to fill up your glass. At least you don’t feel horribly drunk.

Thankfully, Chris thought ahead and had ordered a taxi rather than driving.

“Where to, Princess? One stop, or two?” he asks as he slides your jacket onto your shoulders before you head out of the restaurant. He wraps his arm around your waist as you walk, holding you close. It sends a horde of butterflies directly to your stomach, and a flash of heat straight to your core.

You know he’s really asking if you want to go home together, or if you wanted to be dropped off by yourself. But there’s no overt suggestion or coercion, you feel no pressure. It’s up to you entirely. Classic Chris manners.

“Just one,” you reply, confidence buoyed by the drink and wanting to uphold the sexy, poised image that Chris seems to hold of you.

Also, you’re simply dying to get your hands on him.

“Let’s go to my place”.

“You’re sure?”

“Very”.

He grins and nods, opening the car door and giving your address to the driver. You slide into the car and buckle your seatbelt. He moves slowly but assuredly to the opposite door, stepping inside and taking his time to sit down and get comfortable. He checks you’re buckled in, and you scoff teasingly at his protectiveness while he shoots you a wink.

As the car heads closer to your home, you watch the night sail by from the window. Chris has his hand on your knee, caressing your skin absentmindedly as he checks his phone. He doesn’t move his fingers as dangerously high as he did the last time, but you still feel the coolness of his rings against your skin, still feel the heat rising in your body in response. There’s not the same urgency in his movement as there was that first time – but you instinctively understand that’s because he’s biding his time. He simply has no need to rush.

Then that all flies out of the window. You’re barely out of the cab when he’s on you, his mouth on yours as his arms wrap around your back. He tastes like red wine. He smells like woodsy cologne. He presses your back into your front door, his kisses urgent and messy. You can barely catch your breath as his tongue invades your mouth, his fingers in your hair. You kiss him back just as fervently, noses crashing into each other as you try to catch your breath. He moves to your neck, trailing kisses to your collarbone and sucking small circles into your skin as you lean back and close your eyes.

Somehow, in a miraculous moment of clarity, you remember where you are and that going inside is probably the best course of action. One hand fumbles with your purse while the other desperately clutches at his bicep, as if you’re afraid that losing your hold on him will stop what he’s doing. Your other scrambling hand finds your keys and you attempt to blindly jam them into the lock without breaking away from his embrace. He confidently takes them from you without even removing his mouth from your neck, effortlessly sliding your front door key into the slot and opening the door, as if he does it every day.

You nearly fall through the door as it flies open, but he grabs you by the back of your thighs, lifting you effortlessly as he scoops you up. The door slams behind him as he chucks your keys onto the side table, you follow suit and dump your purse and jacket onto the floor. He kisses you again, swallowing the small moan that escapes you.

“Do you want a drink…anything…” you ask breathlessly against his mouth.

“No”, he pants, his voice gravelly.

You wordlessly extend a finger, pointing towards your bedroom. He nods and follows this direction; his lips barely leave yours as he carries you through your small home.

As you enter the room you inwardly wish you had the foresight to clean it up a little more before you left, but don’t have much time to dwell on it as he drops you onto the bed. Your body bounces once on the mattress and before your back hits the sheet again he’s on top of you. He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, his hands exploring every curve of you. He doesn’t seem bothered by the small pile of clean laundry you didn’t put away, or the evidence by the closet that you couldn’t decide on which shoes to wear.

“Is this okay?” he whispers as he lifts your dress, watching you carefully to ensure he’s not moving too quickly.

You nod fervently in consent as he quickly but elegantly removes the dress, leaving you in your bra and underwear. You’ve never seen anyone unbutton and unzip as quickly as that. He pulls off his own shirt in return and you marvel at his toned torso. He’s not exactly built like a linebacker, but you can see the cords of muscle across his chest and shoulders, the curve of his bicep adorned by a tattoo of a woman’s face (his mother, he’d told you). His blue eyes seem even more piercing in the soft light of your bedroom, watching you with awe. He shamelessly studies you, eyes darting as he takes in every inch. You lay back on the bed and allow him to gaze at you, high on the weight of his attention. You feel like a goddess, a renaissance painting, feeling any potential insecurities about your exposed body melt away in real time.

You can’t wait any longer.

You find yourself sitting up, tugging on his belt buckle before he assists you and undoes it himself. You slide his trousers down around his thighs, but he interrupts you with another bruising kiss. He’s on top of you again as his slacks slowly drop down his knees, his black boxers revealing themselves. His hands are slightly rough and calloused as they make their way over your waist, your hips, your back. It’s not unpleasant. You can feel that he’s a man who works with his hands. It makes you shiver thinking about the skill, the deftness he possesses. Those fingers know all about pressure and speed, the anticipation of experiencing that is killing you.

He unclips your bra and takes a second to marvel at your breasts, drinking you in as you feel your cheeks flush. He takes one in his mouth and savours it as his tongue flicks around your nipple. Your head tilts back as you moan and lean into the feeling. He takes his time doting on your other breast and you feel woozy from the sensation, your body lighting up like a pinball machine.

“Beautiful,” he mutters quietly as he showers your body with kisses. He moves from your sternum down to your tummy, his lips laying a flag at every new spot he discovers. Explorer. Your skin tingles as your thoughts fade, your head is so rarely free of neuroses and doubts but right now you are free. You only think of Chris, of how he makes you feel, of how your body responds at this exact moment in time. Nothing else.

He kisses you through your underwear, his nose gently working up and down and teasing your clitoris as the material rubs against you almost tauntingly. You squirm and moan, unable to keep still as your body cries out for more.

He’s not a monster, he doesn’t keep you waiting much longer. He gives you what you want and tugs the fabric down your thighs, knees, ankles, discarding them in some corner of the room. He kisses your inner thighs, softly and delicately, the contrast of his rough beard prickling up against your smooth flesh sends a sea of goosebumps over you.

Finally, he moves up your leg and finds the apex of your thighs. He presses his face into your core without warning, suckling and lapping at you almost violently before he settles down again, moving into softer butterfly kisses. He jumps between the two paces with ease, you feel like you might pass out as you quiver and writhe helplessly on your sheets, your head crashing into the pillows. At one point you instinctively reach out to try and push his head away, overwhelmed by the sensation, but he simply grips your thighs tighter and defiantly buries his face further into you. He’s unashamed in his ferocity, a man on a mission. You let out a strangled moan as you clutch at your bedding, your lip nearly bleeding with how hard you bite down on it. He slowly adds a finger inside, then another, moaning against you as he works them in tandem with his tongue. You can see through half-lidded eyes that he’s grinding himself into your mattress at the same time, and you feel your adrenaline spike even higher as you realise he’s aroused by this himself.

It doesn’t take very long after this revelation to feel that familiar pressure deep in your stomach, your muscles tightening as everything falls into line. It builds and builds and builds until finally you fall off the precipice, your climax hitting you like a bullet as everything freezes and your vision fuzzes. You reach out and grab at the soft tufts of hair on top of his head as he works you through it, not stopping until you fall backwards and shudder as the waves subside. You shiver slightly as the aftershocks pulse like electricity.

He pulls away from you and you pant as you catch your breath, clarity now bringing you back into the room as you note the thin sheen of sweat on your face and the cramp in your hand from clawing at the bedsheets. You stare up at the ceiling as a wide smile grows across your lips. You’re exhausted, but in the best possible way.

“That was…wow…” you say softly, your hand finds his and you squeeze it.

Chris doesn’t reply. Arching a brow, you prop yourself up on your elbows and peer down the bed to see the reason for his silence.

He’s laying down on the bed, face buried in the sheet, his form slightly twisted as his crumpled slacks sit in a heap next to him. You’re confused at first until you hear the sound of gentle snores emitting from his very still body, and the penny drops.

Oh!

“Baby…” you coo as you gently tug on his hand, unsure whether to be offended that he’s passed out after being intimate with you, or flattered that it was so good it left him no longer conscious.

The snores continue. You grunt with exertion as you pull him towards the top of the bed with you, he groans in his sleep but seems to have some awareness to comply, stiffly moving when you guide him before collapsing onto a pillow.

You frown as you pull the blankets over him, still high from your climax…but not quite sure what to make of this…

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[mysensibleheart]

Sebastian Stan at the "A DIFFERENT MAN" premiere in NYC.

[mrsbarnes-avenger]

He has me in a chokehold 🩵

[alanagrey]

Dark Bucky Barnes One Shots

ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ɪs ᴇɴᴛᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴘᴇᴄɪғɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴛᴀʙᴏᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪsᴛᴜʀʙɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴘɪᴄs. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs.

✸ indicates my personal favourites, but all the below fics are absolutely fantastic.

◌ One Shots

Two Graves, by @highonmarvel

→ [no description]

Cut, by @boxofbonesfic ✸

→ [You haven’t been having the best luck on dating apps, but you’re willing to try again]

disturbed, by @twjournals

→ [leaving the woods did nothing to keep the darkness from following you home]

Concrete Jungle Rapunzel, by @imanuglywombat

→ [You spend your days locked in a gilded cage, high above the concrete jungle, waiting for Bucky to return]

Doctor, Doctor, by @honeyhan-123

→ [With a bullet in his arm, Bucky seeks medical attention and a certain surgeon catches his eye]

What You Can’t See, by @honeyhan-123

→ [Bucky doesn’t understand how you could think were were just a one night stand]

R U Mine?, by @cryptidcasanova

→ [You made the mistake of falling for the mysterious stranger you met in New York. Unfortunately for you, you never asked about his line of work]

Goosebumps, @cherienymphe

→ [Living with your roommate was a dream come true…until she met Bucky]

Ten Steps, by @darkthallas

→ [A home intrusion by The Winter Soldier that doesn’t end so well for you]

After Party, by @xxindiglow

→ [Bucky doesn't take kindly to rejection]

Til Death Do Us Part, by @cherienymphe ✸

→ [after your arranged marriage has served its purpose, you bring up the inevitable topic of divorce. It is only then do you realize that you and your husband might not be on the same page]

swimming pools, by @sgt-seabass

→ [Bucky pays you back for your time as his contact by teaching you to swim]

You Can Cry, @highonmarvel ✸

→ [Biker!Bucky takes a liking to a sensitive girl]

You Know Better, Don’t You?, @xxindiglow

→ [Bucky doesn't like being told to move on. Ex-boyfriends are a pain in the ass]

blackout, by @our-destiny

→ [no description] [He was always watching. Everywhere you go he was always there keeping an eye on you]

Warm, by @highonmarvel

→ [Vampire!Bucky saves you from a car wreck]

Dumb Bunny, by @lunarbuck

→ [The Wolf sees you walking through the forest on your way to your grandmother's house, and he just can't help himself]

Take Me Home Tonight, by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

→ [You run into a familiar face while working]

You’re My Obsession, by @navybrat817 ✸

→ [You’re the light in Bucky’s darkness. And he doesn’t want to share you with anyone, including Steve]

Best Man, by @navybrat817

→ [Bucky found the girl of his dreams and Steve couldn’t be happier]

Send Me An Angel, by @navybrat817

→ [Bucky thinks you’re an angel]

Run Like Hell, by @navybrat817

→ [You weren’t supposed to see the Winter Soldier that day. So you ran. The Soldat loves a good chase though...and you’re not getting away from him that easily]

Caught in the Sirens, by @straywords

→ [After getting away from your ex, you spend the majority of your time looking over your shoulder. When Officer Barnes then takes a special interest in your case, it seems too good to be true]

Tempest, by @highonmarvel ✸

→ [The storm brewing outside is nothing compared to the one in here]

Polaroids, by @highonmarvel

→ [You find out your boyfriend’s into photography]

HR, by @highonmarvel

→ [Your ex has made sure you’ll never get a job in NYC again, but you’re determined to keep your head above water. Just as things are getting too bleak to bare, you meet James Barnes]

Himalayan Salt, by @highonmarvel ✸

→ [You’re assigned to a notoriously grumpy war vet, but he’s different with you]

[From] Run All You Want, by @angrythingstarlight

→ [no description] “Where is my wife?”

Hell could freeze over, by @straywords

→ [Bucky sets out rules and you set out to break them]

You just let it happen, by @highonmarvel ✸

→ After witnessing an ostensible but seemingly non violent crime in its outcome, you push it to the back of your mind, but the offender escalates.

[geronimosong]

Okay, for a long time, I had a head cannon. Now that we have a great new adaptation, it is a good time to share it.

I firmly believe that the Neriad Percy meets after his fall from St. Louis Arch is Amphitrite, the Sea Goddess and Wife of Posiedon. Why do I believe this well? Firstly, she is the highest regarded Nereid, and after Amphitrite married Poseidon, the Nereids became part of their royal court.

I wasn't quite sure what to do, so I bowed. "You're the woman who spoke to me in the Mississippi River." "Yes, child. I am a Nereid, a spirit of the sea. It was not easy to appear so far upriver, but the naiads, my freshwater cousins, helped sustain my life force. They honor Lord Poseidon, though they do not serve in his court." "And … you serve in Poseidon's court?" She nodded. "It has been many years since a child of the Sea God has been born. We have watched you with great interest."

"If my father is so interested in me," I said, "why isn't he here? Why doesn't he speak to me?" A cold current rose out of the depths. "Do not judge the Lord of the Sea too harshly," the Nereid told me. "He stands at the brink of an unwanted war. He has much to occupy his time. Besides, he is forbidden to help you directly. The gods may not show such favoritism.' "Even to their own children?" "Especially to them. The gods can work by indirect influence only. That is why I give you a warning, and a gift." She held out her hand. Three white pearls flashed in her palm. - Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief

Theseus and Amphitrite, Athenian red-figure kylix C5th B.C., Metropolitan Museum of Art

Secondly, in mythology, King Minos questions Theseus's parentage with a ring thrown into the sea. Proving his connection to Poseidon, Theseus dives, carried by dolphins, to Poseidon's palace. Amphitrite treats him as a son, gifting him a purple cloak and a crown. Theseus triumphantly returns to his ship with these divine presents, reminiscent of Percy's encounter with a Nereid in "Lightning Thief."

Though Theseus proves his parentage to Poseidon, the god is not in the underwater palace. Theseus gains the ability to breathe underwater from Amphitrite. This parallels Percy's first underwater experience. You might ask why his stepmom would decide to help him; well, it is her kingdom that is at unwanted war, and Percy is her hope, too. In Riordan's own words, Poseidon and her have an open relationship:

“Most of the gods are jerks,” Delphin agreed. “And they have a lot of girlfriends even after they get married—” “Gah!” Amphitrite said. “I wouldn’t care about that. I’m not the jealous type. I just don’t want to be mistreated. I want to be my own person, do my own thing, without some man lording over me!”

As the years went by, Amphitrite discovered that Delphin was right. She did love her children even more than seabass, and most of the time Poseidon was a very good husband. He did have a lot of affairs with nymphs and mortals and whatnot, but strangely that didn’t bother Amphitrite so much. As long as Poseidon didn’t try to own her and tell her what to do, and as long as he was good to their three children, Amphitrite was cool. She was even nice to Poseidon’s demigod children, unlike some other goddesses I could name. (Cough, Hera, cough.) One time the hero Theseus came to visit, and Amphitrite treated him like an honored guest. She even gave him a purple cloak to wear, which was a sign of kingship. She’s been pretty cool to me, too. She doesn’t freak out when I leave my dirty laundry in the guest room. She makes cookies for me. She’s never tried to kill me that I know of. Pretty much all you could ask of an immortal stepmom. - Percy Jackson's Greek Gods

The description that Percy gives of Neriad matches the way he describes Amphitrite in Percy Jackson's Greek Gods, Although it could be argued that all the Neriads are described in the same Percy imagines the Neriad to resemble his mom because of the warmth she emits.

She had flowing black hair, a dress made of green silk. Light flickered around her, and her eyes were so distractingly beautiful I hardly noticed the stallion-sized sea horse she was riding. - Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief

She came in riding a hippocamps, in traditional depictions Amphitrite is represented either enthroned beside Poseidon or driving with him in a chariot drawn by sea-horses (hippocamps). It is one of her queenly attributes that separates her from the other Nereids along with her crown.

Amphitrite was gorgeous. The more she tried to avoid the gods, the more they pursued her. Her black hair was pinned back in a net of pearls and silk. Her eyes were as dark as mocha. She had a kind smile and a beautiful laugh. Usually, she dressed in a simple white gown. - Percy Jackson's Greek Gods

Amphitrite sat on a coral ledge, watching the sunset filter through the deep water and make rosy streaks in the seaweed forests. A seabass lay in her open palm, all blissed out, because Amphitrite really had a way with fish. Normally I don’t think of sea bass as cuddly, but they loved her. Delphin could see why Poseidon liked her. She radiated a sort of kindness and gentleness that you don’t see in a lot of immortals. Usually with gods, the longer they lived, the more they acted like spoiled children. Delphin wasn’t sure why, but that whole thing about getting wiser as you got older? Not so much. - Percy Jackson's Greek Gods

Hestia is the only other God that Percy has such an honorable description of in this entire book. This is significant. So, I can't wait to see if the show proves my theory to be right or not.