#peter Parker x dark Bucky Barnes

[marvelvillian23]

Hey so I was wondering if my writing good enough to at least post on tumblr. I'm not looking to do anything big, I just have a lot of stories in my head I want to get out. I've been thinking about posting for the past three years. But I'm a BAD dyslexic and have a small learning disability. But I'm not saying that for sympathy PLEASE give constructive criticism.

I thought I’ll use this as a test run. They're in college and around their early 20s. I feel so vulnerable posting this but I have to know. 

past noncon, dubcon, feminization, blackmail….

Paring: Bucky Barnes x Peter Parker

It was going on midnight when Peter finally had the courage to enter the Locker Room. The game ended two hours ago, but he thought it was in good faith to wait in the gym. Waiting in the shadows watching as each player make their way out except one. Always that one player staying behind waiting for the secret arrangement made between him and Peter. The room was dark and quiet…It always was. “B-Bucky” he whispered. Tip-Toeing around the lockers. When Peter ‘s back was slammed against the wall of metal, he was proud of himself for holding back his whimper.

Peter hated how Bucky moved like a ghost. You never saw or heard him coming. He was a man of few words before the incident Peter would say he thought Bucky Barnes was harmless. Just the quiet friend of the star player and golden retriever Steve Rogers. But that proved wrong the day Peter made the bad decisions to sneak in the locker room early to change. Being caught by Bucky dressing out in a pair of woman’s red panties. So yea it was more blackmail than a agreement. “Turn around” he spoke. Peter did as he was told and began to take off his shirt. “He never likes looking at me” Peter thought. Bucky made Peter feel like a ugly useless hole. With his pants around his ankles, Peter pushed his ass out with a pink thong between his cheeks and held on to the lockers.

Bucky forced his way in his prepped hole. After the first few times Peter took the liberties to prep himself before hand when he realized Bucky wasn't. He did everything to keep quiet that's how Bucky likes it. When his legs went weak Bucky grabbed him by the waist and fucked him harder into the lockers. “P-Please” Peter cries. “Shhh” As expected Bucky covers his mouth and spanks his ass grabbing a cheek full. Hitting Peter spot over and over his panties drenched in his own pre cum. “God say it please fucking say it I'm so close” Peter wanted to scream. He couldn't cum having to wait till Bucky gave him permission with The Words. He couldn't even if he wanted to he had to hear him say them. Bucky started to fuck harder so hard it hurt. But God did Peter love it. Bucky pulling Peter towards his chest whispering heaven in his ear “Thats a Good Girl, take it” Bucky breathe hot in his ear. Cum shot out of Peter’s cock so hard he thought he broke his dick. “Im a good girl, oh god I'm a good girl” Peter cries in thought. Bucky groans cumming too inside him. Bucky did this every time saying little to nothing fucking Peter over the edge then saying that little sentence. Making Peter into a mumbling mess, having him create the biggest mess in his panties while Bucky fucks his cum into Peter’s hole. They catch their breath and Bucky always does this little thing that confuses Peter each time. Bucky kisses his neck then the side of his head before pulling away. Getting dress and from here they go back to pretending the other didn't exist in this case that being Peter. Bucky always left first and Peter always silently sobbed as he got dress never cleaning his self up. He thought he should feel like the useless hole he was.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Mad Season 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, social anxiety, chronic illness, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Bucky Barnes, Peter Parker

Summary: a class project gets messy. (short!reader)

Note: yes I'm being irresponsible.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

‘So sorry I’m running behind. May forgot her wallet’. You reread Peter’s message for the fifth time and check the time under the bubble. More than forty minutes ago. He has to be close. 

You thought of checking but you don’t want to pressure him. Besides, he is doing a favour by bringing you to Stark Tower to let you use the space with him. You turn and pace along the wall, out of the way of the New York pedestrians who wouldn’t even notice if you got underfoot. 

You thought of waiting in the lobby but that’s too much. You focus on breathing. You feel alright for the moment, but a few times, you’ve reached for your inhaler just out of habit.  

“Hey,” a voice draws you out of your mounting anxiety, bringing you back down to just above neutral. “Door’s open, you know?” 

You face Bucky as he holds open of the many glass doors. 

You nod and teeter on your heels. “I know, sir. Just waiting.” 

“Bucky,” he corrects you. Like last time. Oops. “Waiting on the kid?” You gesture affirmatively again. He waves you over casually with a gloved hand, “come on. I can get ya into the lab.” 

“Mm, ahem,” you clear your throat, it’s getting tight. You get closer as the noise of the street makes it hard to hear your own thoughts. “That’s nice but I said I’d wait here.” 

“Busy,” he comments and his eyes roll around derisively. “Should be out here on the street. Let the kid know you’ll be upstairs.” 

There’s no arguing with him, not that you would ever dare. You’re not afraid of him. Maybe intimidated but who doesn’t make you feel small. No, he’s Bucky Barnes, an Avenger. You have no ground to tell him no. Besides, he’s being nice even if his tone remains mostly indifferent. 

“Thanks, s—Bucky,” you muster a tight-lipped smile. 

He holds the door and you flit in ahead of him, your wool jacket flapping and brushing against him. He follows. You hurry ahead then stop short as you realise you don’t know where you going. As you do, a man in a suit huffs and nearly knocks you over with his arm. 

“Watch it, little girl.” He sneers. 

“Hey,” Bucky catches him by his tie, “what’d you say to the lady?” 

You spin around in shock, rubbing your arm at the suddenness of it all. 

“N-nothing, I--” the man blinks in fear. “Nothing, she just got in my way.” 

“You knocked into her and you can’t say sorry?” Bucky pulls him closer, glaring at him with a furrow of his nose. 

“N-no,” the man shows his palms, “no.” 

“Look at her. She’s half your size, pal. You think she could hurt you?” 

“No, no, look, I’m sorry. I’m sorry!” The man sputters. 

“Not to me,” Bucky slides his hand down the man’s tie and pulls him like a dog on a leash toward you, “her.” 

The man blanches and gulp, “look, miss, I’m sorry. I didn’t see you. I shouldn’t have... I should look where I’m going.” 

“Good boy,” Bucky’s snarl comes close to a smirk as he lets the man go and taps his cheek lightly. “Go.” 

He shoves the man by the shoulder and you bat your eyes dumbly. You watch him go as Bucky looms close. You look at him and reach for your bag. You unzip the pouch at the end of the thin strap and pull out your inhaler. You take a puff. 

His expression softens, “oh, is that me?” 

You shake your head, “too many people.” 

“Ah, right,” he points toward the elevators. 

You follow him as he bulldozes through the bodies and pushes the button. You stop beside him and fidget with your inhaler. You peek over at him again. He looks down at you and you wince. 

“Sorry... I...” 

“People usually only stare when I got the arm out,” he shrugs. “I got something on my face? Damn beard catches.”  

Brushes his fingers over the thicket of hair across his jaw. You shake your head again. 

“S-sorry. I... I...” you sniff as the doors open and he beckons you ahead of him. You scurry on and he follows as a slow pace. He spins and jabs the buttons.  

“Thanks for... for helping.” 

“Not at all,” he says. Silence rises with the elevator. He coughs. “You know, I had a buddy with ashthma. Still my buddy but he don’t got the asthma no more.”  

He snorts. You mull his words. You think know who he means.  

“The stuff or whatever... got rid of it?” You ask meekly. 

“Yeah, the stuff. Serum. Poison,” he scoffs. 

“Oh,” you hum. 

“Guess I take it for granted. Never had to worry about much of the being sick part. Sister did. Yeah, she used to always have something,” he clicks his tongue. “Tell me when to shut up.” 

“No, no, I wouldn’t... wouldn’t ever,” you stutter. 

Another lulls fills the elevator as it opens, but the tension remains trapped inside. He points you out first and waits to trail after you. You come out onto the floor. You vaguely recognise some of the acrylic decor and the stiff looking chairs but you don’t know where to go. 

“Left,” he directs you with a gentle caress down your sleeve. “Easy to get lost when you don’t waste your life here." 

You let him guide you. You’d lose yourself without him. It’s exactly why you’d been out on the street.  

That reminds you of Peter. You reach for your bag again and pull out your phone. You check for a message. 

“Kid standing a nice gal like you up?” He asks. 

You flinch, “uh, no, his aunt... there was an emergency.” 

“More important than you, huh?” He pivots and presses his finger to the keypad. The door opens. 

“I don’t... I don’t know. It’s not a big deal.” 

He looks at you, his eyes narrowing, “you’re not a big deal?” 

“No, waiting isn’t... isn’t that bad,” you stammer. “Uh, thanks, again.” 

“Well, you know, in my day, we treated ladies with respect. Let me know if the kid needs a lesson or two,” he taps the doorframe. “I’ll check in, just in case.” 

“You don’t have to.” 

“I know I don’t,” he says. “Go on,” he nods through the door. 

You don’t hesitate. You enter the lab with another thanks, eager to have some time to yourself. You go to the table and untangle your knapsack. You look back just as the door starts to slide shut. You only get a glimpse of his eyes before he’s blocked out by the metal barrier. You can feel his gaze staining you. 

You know it must be all in your head but he is so intense. Not as angry as last time but still... a lot. 

[sosa2imagines]

Broken Hearts. Part 12

Warnings- Angst, threats, manipulation, touching without consent, mention of guns.

Steve's voice rang out, a playful complaint directed towards Bucky. “Hey, don't start without me,” he said, a hint of frustration in his tone.

Bucky chuckled, clearly unbothered by Steve's complaint. “Don't worry punk, let’s just take her home.” he replied with a smirk.

“NO!” you exclaimed, your voice filled with a mixture of annoyance and desperation.

Steve just chuckled, seemingly amused by your reaction, booped your nose. “You're so cute, baby doll.” he said with a smug grin.

You stood your ground, firmly stating your refusal, “I'm not going anywhere with you both!” you declared.

Bucky let out a sigh and removed his head from your neck, his hand moving to cup your face.

He looked at you intently, his eyes locking onto yours. “Doll,” he said, his tone firm, “you belong to us. Don't be stubborn. You know how we can just take you.”

Bucky then winked at you, a playful gesture designed to provoke a reaction. You met his gaze, your expression filled with disbelief and disgust.

Bucky was leaning in to kiss you, but Steve intervened, stopping him in his tracks.

“You just can't wait to have her, right?” Steve taunted.

Bucky shot Steve a glare before responding, “Shut up, punk,” he retorted. “I'm making up for lost time, and this is your fault too. You could have been more careful with Peggy.”

Steve smirked at Bucky's comment, clearly unrepentant about his actions.

As Steve and Bucky continued their conversation, their grips on you loosened, creating an opportunity for you to escape.

But just as you were about to reach the door, Bucky suddenly grabbed you from behind, his grip firm on your waist.

You could feel his breath on your neck as he moved closer, his body pressed against yours. As he grinded against you, you could feel his growing desire, his hands resting on your hips.

“Uh-uh, doll, you can’t leave...” he murmured huskily, his tone filled with a hint of warning. “don't make it any hard for anyone, be a good girl and come with us.”

You tried desperately to escape Bucky's grasp, shaking your head in protest. “No!” you exclaimed, trying to wriggle free.

But your efforts were in vain as Steve stepped in front of you, effectively trapping you between them. You were firmly sandwiched between the two men.

Steve took hold of Bucky's hand and started to slowly raise it up, stopping just below your breasts.

You squirmed and struggled, trying with all your might to break free. But their grip was unyielding, and Steve smirked as he asked, “How does she feel, bud?”

Bucky's response was a soft kiss on your temple followed by his fingers lightly, almost touchingly, grazing your breasts.

Just as things started to escalate, the entrance door suddenly banged open, drawing everyone's attention. Lloyd and Nick stood there, their expressions filled with a dangerous intensity that could only be described as deadly.

There was a tense silence in the room, as the two men stared at Bucky, Steve, and you, their eyes locked onto the compromising position they'd found you in.

The sight of Lloyd and Nick was a welcome respite for you, their presence seeming to bring some sense of normalcy. As Lloyd pointed his gun at Steve, you could barely contain your relief.

“Lloyd! Nick!” you exclaimed, your voice filled with a mix of fear and relief.

Nick mirrored Lloyd's action, aiming his own gun at Bucky.

“I saw Barnes yesterday,” Lloyd said, his voice hard and steady. “And Rogers, I was watching your bitch while he was following her!”

Despite the guns aimed at them, Steve and Bucky appeared unfazed. Steve casually addressed Lloyd, saying, “Hansen. What a displeasure to meet you.”

Bucky chimes in with a nonchalant tone, “What brings you here?”

Both men exuded an air of aloofness, as if the presence of guns did nothing to rattle them.

Lloyd's voice echoed through the room as he shouted, “I'm going to tell you this only once. You will leave Sugar alone. She's been through enough thanks to you both, and you don't want to mess with me. You'll regret it, and you won't be able to get rid of that regret.”

His words held a clear warning, hinting at the potential consequences if Bucky and Steve didn't comply with his demand.

Bucky, being the cocky man he was, couldn't resist making a sarcastic remark. “We were having such a good time, and you had to ruin it for us, right doll?” he said.

Steve chimed in, sounding annoyed. “I had told you, let's go home, but you just wouldn't listen.”

Despite the tense situation, Bucky and Steve seemed unfazed, their cocksure attitudes on full display.

Lloyd's growl was filled with irritation as Nick's patience began to wear thin. “I'm warning you for the last time,” he growled. “Let her go before me and Lloyd cut you into pieces.”

But Bucky and Steve didn't take the threat seriously. They burst into laughter, as if Nick had just told a joke.

With a smug expression, they both let go of you, standing in front of Nick and Lloyd. You quickly moved, seeking refuge behind Lloyd and Nick.

Steve's voice took on an icy edge as he issued a warning. “Now, I'm warning you. You can't risk killing us in public.” he said, his tone firm.

Bucky then joined in, adding, “You know they will shut down the place, and the poor kids won't have any money. Doll will be all alone because of you two.”

Their words hung in the air as they continued to face off with Lloyd and Nick, their expressions still cocky and unbothered.

“Y/n's aunt built this place, with so much struggle and hard work. But it will get shut down if you kill us here. Who would want to enter a cafe where murder takes place?”

You couldn't contain your anger any longer and blurted out, “I hate you both.”

Your words came out through gritted teeth, the bitterness and resentment apparent in your voice. It was clear that the recent events had pushed you to your limits, and your patience had frayed.

Lloyd's gaze was filled with anger as he growled, “Let's kill them.”

Nick, displaying more restraint, shook his head. “As much as I want to, we can't kill them in public. The authorities will shut down the place,” he said.

You looked at them with a mixture of desperation and resignation. “No...” you said quietly, your voice laced with worry. You couldn't let this place shut down, because of Steve and Bucky.

Your aunt didn't deserve this. Not did May, Happy, Peter and MJ.

Your emotions boiled over, and you shouted at Bucky and Steve with all your might, “GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!”

Your voice echoed through the room, filled with a mixture of anger and desperation. You stood your ground, pointing towards the door, demanding that they leave immediately.

Bucky let out a scoff and turned to Steve. “Steve, we should go. Just wait till she comes back to us. Trust me.” he said, his eyes glinting with confidence.

Steve nodded in agreement, a smirk playing on his lips, “Okay.”

“I'd never leave you, doll.” Bucky said.

Steve turned his focus onto you, a condescending tone in his voice. “He's right, baby doll, and you can't trust Lloyd. You're just a pawn in his boring life. he remarked.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes, you were not about to take his words to heart. You smirked back at Steve.

“Like you did? Oh wait, Lloyd has different ways to get revenge. Sex never has been one of them. I wonder how he will cheat?” you replied sarcastically.

Lloyd chuckled and responded, “Aww Sugar, you know me so well.”

Meanwhile Nick went to free Peter and MJ.

Lloyd's voice was firm as he addressed Bucky and Steve, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. “This is your final warning.” he said sternly. “Stay out of our business and stay away from Y/N. She wants nothing to do with you both. Now off you go, shoo, and eat shit.”

He stood firm, his gaze unwavering, making it clear that he meant what he said and would not tolerate any disobedience.

Bucky and Steve glared at Lloyd before reluctantly leaving, but Steve couldn't resist tossing a parting remark in your direction. “Just wait and see, Y/n,” he warned, “He will cheat on you. You are ours, don't you forget that!”

As soon as they were gone, you crumpled into Lloyd's arms, relief flooding through you. “I'm so glad you are here...” you mumbled, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude and safety in his embrace.

Lloyd smiled gently as he reassured you, “I'm always with you, Sugar.” He planted a comforting kiss on the top of your head.

Soon, Peter and MJ rushed to your side, embracing you in a tight group hug. “Don't you dare feel sorry for those two, shit heads!” they warned, with smiling faces.

You made the decision to close the café for the day, and as you observed Lloyd giving orders to his men to fix the door, you couldn't help but secretly suspect that he might have a business of selling doors on the side.

Before Peter and MJ left, you made sure to give them a stern warning. “Peter, MJ, call or text me when you guys reach home, okay?” you said, trying to maintain a serious expression, but they couldn't help giggling in response. They nodded and bid farewell to everyone, including Lloyd, who was still glowering at them.

Nick then stepped in and placed his hand gently on your shoulder, guiding you towards the car.

Lloyd's expression turned even more sour as he saw this, but Nick simply winked at him, adding a little more mischief to the situation.

Nick leaned in and watched as Jensen typed away on the keyboard, revealing that Bucky had been following you around town.

Upon hearing this, Lloyd seethed with anger, his voice filled with a primal fury. “He followed her around town? How dare that bastard touch her!” he exclaimed, already making plans to break Bucky's bones.

His anger only intensified when he noticed the bruises on your body, specifically the handprints on your knees, arms, and the bite mark left by Bucky. Lloyd fumed, the sight of your injuries fueling his rage even further.

It took twenty minutes of soothing words and reassurances from you to calm Lloyd down slightly. He was still visibly upset and worried, but his expression had softened somewhat. His mind kept wandering back to the 'what ifs' of the situation.

What if he had been just a moment too late to save you? He didn't want to think about what could have happened if he hadn't arrived in time, and the thought left a heavy weight in his chest.

You let out a breath and spoke up, your voice firm and unwavering. “I won't let him use me or manipulate me into believing that cheating on me was a mere excuse to punish Peggy. I'm not a pawn in anyone's game.”

As you revealed everything, Bucky and Steve had told you, their fury, disgust, and rage only intensified.

Lloyd's expression darkened, a dark grin spreading across his features. “I'll kill them piece by piece.” he vowed, his voice filled with menace.

You watched Nick with concern, knowing that they were on the verge of taking extreme measures right then and there.

Nick attempted to reassure you, saying, “We won't kill them... not for now.” But your doubts lingered, wondering if their promise would hold.

The guys slowly began to calm down a bit as they heard your suggestion. They exchanged looks with each other, their anger gradually subsiding.

Jake cocked his head and looked at you, his stomach grumbling in agreement. “I'm kinda starving, you know...” he joked. You chuckled and nodded at your new friend, appreciating his attempt to lighten the mood.

The food proved to be delicious, and thankfully, none of the guys brought up Steve and Bucky again. You were relieved because you had no desire to discuss them any further. Lloyd got engrossed in a conversation with Jake as you excused yourself to head to your room.

Before leaving, Lloyd pulled you into a gentle embrace, planting a soft kiss on your lips. You couldn't help but smile at his affectionate gesture before he returned to join Jake once more.

Nick could sense the unease in your eyes and followed you into the room. He wrapped his arms around you, offering a comforting embrace as he spoke softly. “Hey…” “Hey…” you looked up at him.

“How are you doing? Talk to me, sweetheart. You know I'm a good listener.” You looked up at him with a weary smile, your voice tinged with exhaustion. “I don't know for how long I can keep pretending,” you admitted. “Today was a harsh reality check for me, Nick.”

Nick nodded, his expression filled with empathy. “Of course, darling...” he acknowledged. “It was worst for us too,” he continued. “Lloyd drove around like a madman. We were all so worried about you being alone with them. Poor Barber almost had an attack when he saw the pic.”

He continued holding you in his embrace, offering a supportive presence as you both reflected on the day's events.

“I hate them, Nick,” you confessed, your voice trembling. “I tried my best, but they...they still touched me.”

Nick pulled you closer, soothingly stroking your hair. “Shh, it's okay love,” he reassured you. “You're safe now. You're with us, and no one can come near you.”

“I slapped Bucky though,” you admitted. “He was misbehaving with Peter, so I had to.”

A small chuckle escaped you, as Nick momentarily lifted his head from the top of yours to look at your face before resting it back in the same place.

“I'm proud of you for standing up for yourself and the kids.” Nick replied, a hint of admiration in his voice.

You let out a small chuckle. “Good, I hope I hit him hard...” you muttered, a hint of satisfaction in your tone.

Nick offered, “Do you want me to take him down?”

You shook your head, your concern evident. “I don't know,” you sighed. “No, no, I don't want you and Lloyd to get into trouble because of me. You guys are doing more than enough for me already.”

“He won't give up so easily,” Nick pointed out, his voice soft. “Even Bucky, they both kept it together today.”

You nodded in agreement, a look of resignation on your face. “I know Steve…” you sighed. “He'll try to get me back, no matter what, with the help of Bucky.”

Nick's words filled you with a sense of comfort and reassurance. “Like Lloyd said, let them do whatever they want, but we'll show them, what we are capable of doing.” he promised firmly. “I promise you, Y/n, no one will hurt you as long as I'm alive. You have me, sweetheart. And yeah, Lloyd too.”

He rolled his eyes playfully at the mention of Lloyd and you both chuckled.

Then, he leaned in and pressed his lips tenderly to your forehead, tightening the embrace around you. Determined to protect you at all cost.

Part 11- Part 13

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Peter blinked as he pulled a large book from the bookcase. It was the only one without a label. Opening the pages of the book, saw some clippings of newspaper. Oh it's a scrap book. He was about to put it back when he noticed the headline on one of the pieces and froze.

" Man Shot Down at local Bodega"

" Young Queens Native wins scholarship"

These were articles about him. His family.

Glancing over his shoulder to make sure no one was watching him. He started to quickly flip through the pages. Every article that him or his family were mentioned in was here. Lots of photos. Weird photos. Shot from a distance. These go back to his early days in highschool. Photos of him with his friends, his decathlon events, in the park, leaving the house, different dates over the years.

Oh god, the last couple of photos were from his online dating profile. And one of him going back to his place the other day after the 1st date.

There was a sound and he quickly put the book back.

" All set. Ready to head out to dinner Doll?"

Peter turns to stare at Bucky; was that even his real name?

[httpscomexe]

Muzzle

Summary: Your life couldn’t possibly become more annoying, at least that’s what you thought before a stranger comes knocking on your door at 3 in the morning.

(Find what I'm currently writing by checking my pinned post)

Parings: Winter Soldier x Reader

Warnings: There will be individual warnings per chapter. Blood, wound, stab wound, mention of rape, mention of kidnapping, murder, guns, a lot of bad language words. The Winter soldier is also a warning.

Word Count: 3777 (Find all chapters here) Chapter 2

A knock on your door was the last thing you needed to ruin your day at 3 in the morning as you were just about to finish the last paragraph of your final. Who the FUCK is knocking on my door at 3 in the fucking morning?! You groan, leaning back in your chair with your hands rubbing down your face as you wait for the shadow under your door to disappear, but whoever it is, they just fucking stand there.

Then they knock again, so you stumble. Get up from your chair and quickly hop into the jeans that were thrown off earlier, and you shove your pink toy into your drawer.

“What do you-?” You freeze. You don’t know exactly how to process the situation since it was the last thing you expected to be knocking on your door at 3 in the morning considering you live in the college dorms. They don’t even speak as they walk into your dorm, their gloved hand holding onto their shirt where they were bleeding out as they made their way into your bathroom. As if your day could get any worse. “Uh, excuse me, what the FUCK do you think you’re doing!” You shout at the man, he wore a mask, more of a muzzle as he made himself at home, going through your bathroom cabinets and taking out your first aid kit and your medical student kit, something you knew he was grateful you had as a med student. “Hey, jerk, I’m talking to-” You stop talking, he eyes looked up at you as if he was some sort of hungry beast and another word would’ve meant your end.

He grunted as if he couldn’t use words, probably from his stupid ass muzzle. Who did he think he was? Coming into YOUR dorm, uninvited you may add, then going into YOUR bathroom and going through YOUR stuff. He grunts again, but this time nodding his head towards the medical kit that was on your sink. He expected you to help him. Why the fuck should you help this asshole? “Fine. But then you leave, asshole.” You tell him, opening the kit. “How bad is it?” You ask him and he finally moves his hand. A stab wound? You have a fucking final to finish god damned it. “Take your shirt off.” You demand, not able to help with his clothes on.

You watch as he reaches behind and grabs the back collar of his shirt and some blood oozes out of his wound, then he pulls his shirt off his head, and grunts again. “Use your goddamn words.” You raise your voice at him then finally look down at his wound. Wounds more like it. “What the fuck did you do…?” You ask him, not exactly expecting an answer as you quickly get to work, first cleaning around every wound on his stomach and chest with a warm, damp rag, and gently drying it with another, eventually the bleeding slows down and you debate where to make him lie down. “Okay so…” You start, grabbing a clean and dry towel off the rack and leaving the bathroom to lie the towel down on your  bed so no blood seeps into your mattress. “Well come here, why are you just standing there?” He immediately starts moving and lies down on your bed. Everything about this was weird, but you didn’t care. You just wanted it to be over with. You were tired, exhausted, and are so close to being done with your final, then this shit happens? Not the wifi going out of the power going out, no, it had to be some random ass shit that would never happen to any other student but you.

“Stay still.” You tell him, beginning to delicately help with each of his wounds, starting with the biggest. Taking your needle and thread, you began to stitch it, and he didn't move an inch, high pain tolerance you assumed, considering he looked like he just ran away from war. “You smell like shit.” You tell him as you add another stitch. “You can shower here too if you like, I have some old hoodies that I stole from my dad and some sweatpants too. It’s late so I guess you can also stay the night.” He grunts again, but it’s in approval. “Are you not able to talk through that mask or something?” You ask him as you tie a stitch and snip it, beginning on the next as he nods. “So take it off.” You tell him, then watch as his left hand moves up to it and he tries to tug at it, but it doesn’t even shift, he was showing you it was stuck, then you noticed the key hole on the side. Who the fuck locked a muzzle on his face. “Oh I see.” You begin with a tight smile. “You’re into that kinky shit but it went a little too far huh?” You joke, nodding towards his stab wounds, but he shakes his head. “Do you want it off?” You ask him, and he answers with a nod. “Okay.” You finish his last stitch and sift through your drawer, his eyes never leaving you so you assume he has trust issues. Then you pull out a small kit, opening it to reveal a bunch of little tools for lock picking. “Another thing I stole from my dad.” You admit, groaning tiredly as you move to your knees beside him and begin to pick at the lock on his muzzle.

“What about your gloves? It’s like a thousand degrees outside dude.” You ask him, and the lock pops as it comes loose, you remove it from his face gently, being careful when taking the strap out of his long black hair since it was tangled. “Jesus dude, when was the last time you ate?” You ask, genuinely concerned. He just shrugs. “You still aren’t gonna talk to me?” You put your hand on your chest, trying to seem offended.

“M’not supposed to.” He finally says, and his voice was scruffy like he hasn’t drank anything in weeks.

“You sound thirsty too.” You tell him, reaching over and grabbing a water bottle from your bed side, which he gladly accepts, quickly drinking it down. “Look dude, I don’t know about you, but you need to find a new girlfriend.” You tell him.

“Not my girlfriend.” He says, his voice sounding more clear, but still deep.

“Yea. Sure.” You say, patting his shoulder. “I’ll get you some clothes and set up the couch for you to sleep, then I need to finish my essay.” You tell him, standing up from the bed and moving to your closet, taking out an old Hard Rock sweater and some grey jeans that were always too big on you. “Here.” You hold your hand out with the clothes. “I’ll get the shower started up for you.” You tell him, leaving him on the bed as you enter the bathroom and turn the water on, keeping your hand under the shower head until it is warm. “Okay, come shower.” You shout, walking out of the bathroom as he stands up and walks past you, closing the door behind him as he takes a shower.

When he’s finally out of your sight, that’s when you finally freak the fuck out. “What the fuck-” You mumble, quickly moving to your desk to grab your phone. Something you didn’t do before because that man could definitely rip your arm off with no effort. You scroll through your messages until you see your best friend's name and you tap it, typing rapidly to send them a text.

You: DUDE!

Peter: DUDE!

You: No seriously, DUDE WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?

Peter: IDK UNLESS YOU TELL ME

You: Some dude with stab wounds covered in blood just popped up at my door.

Peter: You use the caps for ‘DUDE’ but not that? What happened? Are you okay?

You: Yea I’m okay, I stitched him up and he’s taking a shower, I told him he could stay the night. He seemed friendly, but boy if looks could kill.

Peter: Should I report it? Call the police?

You: No, but if I don’t show up to class in the morning you know why. Anyways, goodnight.

Peter: Okay yea, seems normal, at least for you. Goodnight. Don’t die.

You put your phone back on the desk and look at your almost finished essay, then lean over your desk and type in two lazy and sloppy sentences before turning it in. I’m not spending another minute on that damned thing. You tell yourself, then you hear the water in the bathroom stop. About two minutes later you’re sitting on your bed, some extra blankets and a pillow thrown on your couch for the man, and he walks out.

“You don’t smell like sweat and garbage anymore?”

“I smell like flowers…” He grumbles and you giggle a little.

“What’s your name?” You ask, he doesn’t answer. “Well mine is Y/N. A lot of my friends call me Bee, like the bug. Cause I’m a happy person and yellow usually indicates happiness.” He stops at the couch and gives you a look. “You can sleep there. It’s dark out.”

“Thank you…” He pauses.

“Bee.”

“Bee.” You smile a little as he sits on the couch, and uses one of the thinner blankets.

“Lights on or off?”

“On.” God damnit.

“Okay, goodnight grumpy.” You tease, and you feel him look at you after you get comfortable under your blankets, and finally get to fall asleep.

You awake to the feeling of your phone vibrating, about 5 minutes before your alarm was set to go off. Sitting up and stretching, in your vision you could see the stranger from last night. He was curled up in your pretty pink my little pony comforters, and the thinner blanket was halfway off the couch as he snored quietly. You were careful not to wake him, making sure your alarm wouldn’t go off by unplugging it before stepping out of bed and stretching, it felt like heaven as your back was stretched and you went right back into your daily routine.

First, you snatched a twinkie from its box and opened the wrapper, setting it on one of your paper plates. Feeling extra hungry from your long night, you decided to also grab a roll of cookie dough from your mini fridge which you popped into the microwave for a minute with some marshmallow set on top of each one. “Where are you?” You say to yourself, opening up a cabinet as you searched for the chocolate powder before pulling the milk out of the fridge, then you reached up, grabbed a mug and you began to mix some chocolate milk.

You hummed quietly to yourself, waiting for your coffee to finish brewing as you snacked on a cookie. Then you heard a shuffling behind you, turning around and you saw the stranger from last night. You still had yet to learn his name. “Well good morning.” You say softly. “Hope I didn’t wake you.” You apologise quietly, then take a bite from your twinkie.

“Smells good.” He says in his morning voice.

“Want one?” You ask, picking up a marshmallow cookie and handing it to him. He inspects it before taking it with his right hand, your eyes glancing at his left hand before the coffee brewer sings to you, letting you know it was done. 

“It’s good.” He says as you take the pot off the machine and pour some into your metal tumbler until it was half full, filling the rest with milk and vanilla syrup. “Smells good too.” He says, looking at the coffee pot. Without looking at him, you make him a mug as well.

“Here.” You hand it to him, then you leave to go to the bathroom to get ready.

“Okay, routine.” You remind yourself, starting with brushing your hair, and everything else before finally turning on the shower and stepping into the nice warm water.

You shower for about twenty minutes. Washing your hair, cleaning your body and just relaxing overall before your presentation. But soon, you had to get out. You figured you could stay longer and just cancel class, lose a few points for not presenting, then get it over with, but you couldn’t afford the water bill anyways.

“Shit.” You curse. Normally you’re alone in the morning so you can shower then leave the bathroom naked and get dressed by your closet, but today you’re not able to do that. “Hey.” You call for the man and he looks over at you, your head peeking through the door. “I hate to ask but can you grab me some clothes? There's an outfit on the top of my dress and my bra and panties are in the top left drawer.” You say, feeling your face heating up but you can’t let him know this is awkward for you. Once again, he just grunts in response before putting the coffee mug he was drinking from back down on the counter and going to your dresser, taking out a random pair of panties and a random bra as well. “Can you grab the black ones please? They match.” You ask, and he puts them back, shifting through your clothes awkwardly before his hand comes back out, the hip part of your black lace panties hanging from his index finger with the bra next to it hanging on his middle finger. “Those, yes. Thank you.” You blurt out as he takes all the clothes and walks to the bathroom door, you stick your hand out to take them.

As soon as you’re finished dressing and drying your hair, you decide not to style it today. You finish in the bathroom by spraying your perfume and then you get out and start to get your bag together. “How long are you staying? I’m about to leave for class.” You let him know, flipping some hair back that falls in front of your eyes before looking up at him. “I’m not actually even supposed to have you here, this building doesn’t exactly allow boys.” You tell him, then move to the counter and grab your twinkie, finishing it. “I mean you can stay, but you can’t leave once the halls are packed.” You say with a stuffed mouth. When he doesn’t answer you, you look up at him, expecting an answer. “You gonna answer me or are you gonna stare at me like you’re gonna rip my throat out?” You blurt out without thinking, then he approaches you and your posture straightens. “What?” You say quietly, then his right hand reaches up and touches the side of your lip, when he draws his hand back, you see some white on his thumb. Fucking twinkie. You curse to yourself on this inside, and you’ll admit that his gentleness did send butterflies through your stomach. “Well?”

“You smell good.” He says suddenly, interrupting you.

“Oh uh-” You shift on your feet a little. “Thanks I uh… Thanks.” You stutter, and he gently pushes a strand of your hair behind your ear as he looks into your eyes. Fuck no. You turn away, grabbing your bag and you throw it over your shoulders as you walk away from him. “I have to go. Remember, you can stay, just make sure that when you leave, the halls are empty.” You tell him, then you open your door, slamming it shut behind you after making sure your keys were still on your belt loop.

“So Peter told me what happened last night.” Was the first thing your friend said as she saw you. “Something about someone breaking into your room and-”

“What? He didn’t break in. I let him in cause he looked like he’d kill me if I didn’t.” You also fail to mention how he just kind of shoved passed you without asking.

“But it’s still weird. Like I would be freaking out if some bloody dude showed up at my door at 3 in the morning.”

“I don’t know, it bothered me at first but he’s cool. He’s really quiet.” You tell her, still walking to your class, wishing something would get in the way of your presentation.

“Only you wouldn’t be bothered or concerned about that.” She scoffs. “What if he’s part of some gang? They might find out you helped him then next thing you know your head is rolling off your neck. Haven’t you done the gauntlet challenge? Those gangs do that shit, Bee.” She tells you, then gets ahead of you, crossing her arms to stop you. “I know you think life is all sunshine and rainbows and shit, but it’s not. What if he had raped you?”

“Tiffany!” You raise your voice, calming yourself when some people's eyes land on you. “Come on, it’s not that serious. There’s no gangs here in Manhattan. Now please. Stop talking about it.” You tell her, passing her but she speeds up.

“You can’t tell me I’m wrong, you can’t let just anyone into your room. What if you were caught?”

“I’m sure the dean would understand once she saw his stab wounds?”

“Stab wounds? Are we talking about the possible gang member slash serial killer that you’re so casual about?” Peter suddenly joins the conversation, along with Ned and MJ.

“Oh my God, you’re all ridiculous.” You say back.

MJ: I mean, they aren’t wrong. Are you down to skip your first class?

Peter: She can’t skip, we have a presentation.

You: Gee Pete, thanks for answering for me. What were you thinking of doing?

“I was gonna go get some coffee then go to the arcade, wanna go with or is the presentation too risky to skip?” She asks, sarcasm laced in her words.

“Yea I’m down, it won’t hurt my grade. It gives me an excuse to skip, wanna walk or drive?” You reach towards your waist band, pulling off your keys.

“Lets walk, I don’t feel like driving and it isn’t far.” You answer with a simple okay before you both leave the group and leave campus for the coffee shop, which was about a 5 minute walk turned into a 20 minute walk with human traffic.

“Hi, yea, can I get just a vanilla frappe? Thanks.” MJ orders, then you step up and order your usual, you each pay half and half.

“So is this guy still in your room?” She wonders.

“I mean I haven’t gotten a notification that he’s left.”

“Yea but I didn’t even see him enter. I was at the front desk this morning for 7 hours and didn’t see him come in. The side exits are locked with a shit ton of boxes blocking them.”

“Well that’s weird.” You hum confusedly at first, but then hum in joy as your coffees are brought to your table.

“Maybe he’s some secret ninja?” She chuckles.

“Oh haha, what do you think he’s a gang member too?”

“I mean it’s possible. But I doubt it. Did he seem like one?”

“Nope. It was weird, he had this muzzle on and it was locked, so I picked it and he sucks at speaking, it’s like he doesn’t know how to properly form a sentence.”

“That’s weird. Sounds like some kinky ass shit though. A muzzle and stab wounds?” You both start laughing.

“That’s exactly what I thought! But believe me, he did NOT like it when I said that.” You laugh a little, and a car alarm goes off behind you, but you ignore it, it is New York after all.

“Oh yea? What'd he say?”

“He didn’t say anything, he just gave me this look…”

“Show me the look.” She demands in a playful way and you try to contort your face into his, making a total fool of yourself as you do.

“I don’t know how to make it, but I promise it was threatening.” You both break out in laughter, hers turned into a scream as you hear glass breaking behind you, making you snap your head around in time to see a man holding just about the biggest fucking gun you’ve ever seen hit the floor, followed by the man who was in your room last night jumping through the window. “What the fuck…” You whisper, quickly getting out of your chair and backing away with MJ, keeping your body in front of hers. “That’s the guy from last-” You’re cut off by him lifting his leg and then stomping hard on the other man's skull, hard enough to hear the cracking of his skull from the other side of the coffee shop, causing more screams to erupt. “Night…” You whisper, and everyone watches as he reaches down, picking up what you presume is an M4, something you’d know from the countless movies you’ve had to watch with your guy friends.

“Don’t move.” You tell MJ. Still keeping her behind you, but your voice catches his attention, his hand immediately reaching for his waist and pulling out a solid black desert eagle, which snaps in your direction, pointing straight at your head. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He looks at you, and you can see some sort of question in his eyes, it was the look you give people when you see them for the first time in years. He looked at you as if he was about to ask if he knew you. Then he lowered his gun, but kept his eye on you for a moment, watching as you took a deep breath.

“Well you helped him so he shouldn’t shoot us right?” MJ whispered, quiet enough for only you to hear, but you kept your eyes in the man's eyes, refusing to look away. Then he turned and walked away, putting his smaller gun back at his waist and raising his bigger one as he left the coffee shop.

“What the fuck. What the actual fuck?” You spit out as soon as he’s gone.

“So is it still wrong to think he’s a gang member?”

“MJ, shut up.”

“But didn’t you see that star on his left arm? Which may I add was made of fucking metal!” She screams as you both gather your belongings as a fight happens with bullets outside, causing you both to duck under the table.

“So what?”

“Its the fucking soviet symbol.”

“And…” You feel your heart skip.

“Do you even look at the fucking news? He's the winter soldier. Hydras fucking escaped project.”

Oh yea. You fucked up.

[sleeplessmidnight26]

Masterlist

List of all my stories available on my AO3 account

My Love Is True Series (Stony, Superfamily)

Before He Cheats - Rating: E, 50 Chapters, Warnings: Rape/Non-con

Our Love Grows Stronger - Rating: E, 46 Chapters, Warnings: N/A

This Is Me Trying - Rating E, 45 Chapters, Warnings: Rape/Non-con

Before He Cheats: What If - Rating: E, 17 Chapters, Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Rape/Non-Con

The Break Up One Shot Series (Stony)

I Can Do This With A Broken Heart - Rating: E, Warnings: N/A

Down Bad - Rating: E, Warnings: N/A

So High School - Rating: E, Warnings: N/A

One Shots

Bananas Practice Safe Sex - Rating: E, Warnings: Underage, (Stony, SamBucky)

Breathe - Rating: G, Warnings: N/A (Stony)

Catching Feelings - Rating: M, Warnings: N/A (SamBucky)

Chasing the Dopamine - Rating: G, Warnings: N/A (Stony, Superfamily)

Chasing The Sun - Rating: G, Warnings: N/A

Driving Lessons - Rating: T, Warnings: N/A (Stony, SamBucky)

Everything Burger - Rating: E, Warnings: N/A (Stony)

Gone Gone Gone - Rating: E, Warnings: N/A (Stony, Peter/Bucky)

I Can See You - Rating: G, Warnings: N/A (Stony)

Isn't It Obvious - Rating: G, Warnings: N/A (Stony)

Just Pretend - Rating: E, Warnings: N/A (Stony)

Lego House - Rating G, Warnings: N/A (Stucky)

Like Father Like Son - Rating: E, Warnings: N/A (Stony, SteveXHoward)

One More Light - Rating: M, Warnings: Suicide topic

Pancake Surprise - Rating: G, Warnings: N/A (Stony) co-author: @snazzyerin

Perfect - Rating: E, Warnings: Underage (Stony)

Pregnancy Hobby - Rating: G, Warnings: N/A (Stony)

Sober - Rating: T, Warnings: N/A (Stony)

The Tape - Rating: E, Warnings: N/A (Stony)

Three Years - Rating: T, Warnings: N/A

You Took My Breath Away - Rating: M, Warnings: N/A (Stony)

Multi Chapter

A Litte Bit Longer - Rating: T, 8 Chapters, Warnings: N/A (Stony)

All Things Lost - Rating: E, 20 Chapters, Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage (Stony)

As Long As You Love Me - Rating: E, 27 Chapter, Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage (Stony, WinterWidow)

Beautiful Soul - Rating: M, 10 Chapters, Warnings: N/A (Stony)

Beautiful Things - Rating E, current WIP, Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Underage, Graphic Depictions of Violence. (Stony, Peter/Bucky)

Beautiful Trauma - Rating: E, 50 Chapters, Warnings: Rape/Non-con, Underage (Stony)

Criminal - Rating: E, 32 Chapters, Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Rape/Non-Con (Stony, WinterHawk)

Family Portrait - Rating: E, current WIP, Warnings: N/A (Stony, SamBucky)

Gimme Shelter - Rating: E, 9 Chapters, Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage (Stony, SamBucky)

I Kissed a Boy - Rating: E, current WIP, Warnings: N/A (Stony, Pepperony, Sharon x Steve)

Illicit Affairs - Rating: E, 25 Chapters, Warnings: N/A (Stony, SamBucky)

Jericho - Rating: E, 4 Chapters, Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage (Stony, Superfamily)

Lose You To Love Me - Rating: E, current WIP, Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence (Stony)

Never Gonna Be Alone - Rating: M, current WIP, Warnings: N/A (ShieldBones, Stony)

Never Too Late - Rating: E, 17 Chapters, Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Rape/Non-Con (Stony)

Prepare You - Rating: E, 5 Chapters, Warnings: MCD (Stony, Superfamily)

Skin and Bones - Rating: E, current WIP, Warnings: N/A (Stony)

They Don’t Know About Us - Rating: E, 17 Chapters, Warnings: N/A (Bucky/Peter, Stony)

Unexpected True Mates - Rating: E, 12 Chapters, Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Underage (Stony)

You Make It Feel Like Christmas - Rating: M, 25 Chapters, Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence (Stony)

You're Safe Now - Rating: E, 95 Chapters, Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Graphic Depictions of Violence (ShieldBones, Stony)

You Shook Me All Night Long - Rating: E, current WIP, Warnings: N/A (Stuckony)

[empath-bunny]

Writing is so hard. Like maybe I’m just not made for it. I have been reading and writing fanfic for 10+ years, and adults used to tell me that I was so good at it as a child, but now I just find them to be complete shit (the stories I wrote back then and now). Like, how the fuck am I supposed to continue to the third chapter? How do I transition to the climax or or do I develop the plot? How do I know if it is interesting? It’s so hard to be consistent and just not abandon stuff. And don’t get me started on one shots, I just can’t! And then I find a 13 year olds writing amazing fanfics that I stay up all night reading and it’s so pathetic I’m in my twenties GOD. I hate myself. If a writer sees this, please, enlighten me on how to keep going and write like a decent human. Ik I don’t have to be good at my hobbies, but I like sharing and if I’m not good at it then I won’t share something mediocre.

[whereireid]

˚ · . 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐋

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒

𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐎'𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 

[prettyparker4wintersoldier]

*WARNING: DUBCON - kinda *

Omega Peter getting busy with Alpha boyfriend [ Would prefer non-virgin Peter]

Maybe Alpha Boyfriend convinces Peter that if they do anal he won't get pregnant. [ Let's say for whatever reason he wasn't currently on birth control]

Then maybe after a while of doing it... right before knotting, oops wrong hole moment. But now it's too late cause the knot has popped.

Maybe it was on purpose .... maybe it wasn't......

Alpha bf can be Steve, or Tony or Bucky

[marvelvillian23]

Hi so I’ve been in a chokehold with this one series I read in 2022!. It’s literally 2024 ya I haven’t found anything else like this since. I just started a month ago getting out of it not having to think about it every night to go to sleep. Anyway it’s back on my mind again and I want to restart it for the 6th time. It also was my first m/m too.

This said fic is Deprivation Series

It’s the torture porn Tony/Peter fic ( 2022 is when I got into fanfiction I didn’t know anything about Marvel. I literally made up what all the characters in the universe looked like until I realized. This fic and ship was my first slash fic. I found out way later they were a taboo ship and obviously I totally understand why. But that ship has sailed)

Does anyone know any fics like this for the ones who know what I’m talking about. I don’t want to link it cause I know some ppl don’t care about tags and still go under fics being an a$s. Which then leads to some authors taking down their works.

It doesn’t even have to be in marvel but I usually only read Supernatural, Teen Wolf, and original works. Welcomed to Merlin and Sherlock. 

[alostlovergirl]

Masterlist

Disclaimer: Some or all of these stories may be dark and my dark content contains disturbing material. Minors DNI and proceed at your own risk.

Hi everyone, you can call me stargirl and I am 19 years old. I am coming back after a while off of dark content. I am getting back into marvel stuff and everything may not be accurate. Don't be afraid to ask or request anything from me, just please don't rush me. I am a college student and I work, so I might not be able to work on requests all the times. I hope you all enjoy!

Please request!

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Bucky Barnes

My Perfect 1950s housewife : Dark Fic with smut

Never gonna be safe: Dark Fic

Bucky’s breeder: Dark Fic with smut

Run bunny run: Dark Fic

The King’s Servant : Really dark Fic with smut

Open wide : Dark Fic with smut

Tony stark

She is all mines: Dark Fic

Locked in: Dark Fic

A good ending? : dark Fic with smut

Come back to me part 1 Pulling Back: part 2. Pregnancy Hours: part 3: Dark Fics with smut

Random : smut

Peter Parker

Danger!: Dark Fic

Steve Rogers

Gonna fix her - part 2 : Dark Fic

Obsession: Dark Fic with smut

Pure: Dark Fic with smut

Bruce Banner

Gentle punishments. : smut

Just worried : Dark Fic with smut

Stephen Strange

Drown in it: Dark Fic with smut

Two for the price of one: Dark Fic with smut

Thor Odinson

Embarrassment: Dark Fic with smut

Loki Laufeyson

Marriage of Convenience : Fluff The Marriage: Fluff The Sex: Smut Tease: Smut

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Mad Season 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, social anxiety, chronic illness, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Bucky Barnes, Peter Parker

Summary: a class project gets messy. (short!reader)

Note: you can't stop me from giving a tiny reader to these two and I will not listen to anything ever.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

You can't focus on one thing. Your eyes flit around. Shining tables, floating screens, metal tools and gadgets, cabinets with glass doors house endless supplies, Stark-branded emblems from wall to wall...

The lab is extraordinary, well above the shared spaces at the university. A dream come true for any but especially for a student used to ramen and a used single mattress. 

"You... you really get to come here whenever you want?" You rasp as your throat tickles. 

"Yup!" Peter answers at twice your volume. You wince. You tend to mumble and you're just not good with loud noises. He pauses to measure his voice, "uh, yeah, so I figured we could do our project here, study buddy." 

"Oh, mhmm," you hum as you fold your hands over your chest and sway. As awesome as it will be, that usual dread comes over you. What if you break something? What if you get in the way? 

"Pretty cool, right? Mr. Stark is so awesome." 

"Mr. Stark? Yeah, yeah..." you cough and lower your hands over stomach. "Thought it was a rumour..." 

"Yeah, he helped me out in high school after I won a robotics tournament. He's chill." 

You nod, almost frantically, as your eyes skitter around without focus. Your chest starts to tighten and you blink big. Peter shifts away from you. 

"Hey, you need a minute?" He asks. 

You look at him and keep nodding. It's why your happy you got him as your partner. He checks in. Not to mention, he's never annoyed by you. 

"I'll be here, wanna take a breath in the hall?"  

You squeak but don't quite get out a yes please. You spin and scurry to the door. You flinch and jump back as it slides open on it's own. Peter laughs and a small smile curves your lips but you're too nervous to laugh. 

The hall is empty. You bask in the solace, calming yourself against the wall. You just get a little worked up in new places. Or loud places. Or crowded places. Then it makes it so you can't breathe and then... 

You pull out your reliever inhaler and take a careful puff. You close your eyes and lean your head back as you wait for your heart to slow. In, out, in, out. 

You grip your inhaler as you stay unmoving against the wall. Your ears prick, listening for any sign of life, as you retreat behind your eyelids. Another breath and you'll be okay. 

"Um, miss?" A rocky voice jars you away from the wall and your eyes snap open. You nearly collide with the man before you. How did you not hear him coming? "Are you alright?" 

You bat your lashes and reach to play with plastic bow clip in your hair. He watches the motion as you nod, "yes, sir. Sorry. I..." Your mouth is sticky and parched, your surprise balls on your tongue. You clear away the lump, "you're... the Winter Soldier." 

His brow twitches, "Bucky." 

"Sorry, sorry, er... Buck...y," you trail off. You swing back and forth, "sorry... again, I..." 

You're embarrassed and lost. You give a sheepish look and turn away. You hurry back to the door and hit the keypad. It blares back at you in rejection. You don't know the code and you don't think your fingerprint will work. You stare at it helplessly. 

"Here," Bucky approaches and presses his thumb to the pad. "You new here?" 

You shake your head. Your chest wracks. You bring your puffer up and suck without thinking.  

The door slides open and you flit through. Peter leans on a table over his phone. He looks over as you enter and stands straight, tapping his fingers on the metal. 

"Hey, you found Bucky!" He grins. 

"Kid," the man follows you inside. Wait, why? Is he going to tell Peter on you? You didn't mean to call him that. You didn't know he wouldn't like it. 

"We're just having a look around," Peter explains, "we're both in engineering. Classmates." He introduces you by name, "Mr. Stark won't care too much if I'm doing homework." 

"Mm," Bucky grumbles as he goes to a far table. 

Peter shrugs and faces you again. "He can be a bit grumpy. We can get outta here." 

He comes forward as you hear metal tinking behind him. You glance over as Bucky works on his metal forearm with a thin tool. His vibranium fingers seems to work on their own as he wiggles the tip in a groove.  

"Grumpy and has super hearing," Bucky snipes as he keeps his attention on his arm. 

Peter's brows pop up and he rolls his eyes, "come on, let's get outta here before he gets his arm calibrated." 

You turn and go back through to the hallway. The door shuts behind Peter and he sighs. He points you down the hall as you shuffle aimlessly. 

"This place is sweet but you know, some of the regulars can be a bit much," he jokes. "You'll get used to Buck. He's never in a good mood. Better when Sam's around but... well, he's grown. Shouldn't need a chaperone, right?" 

You tilt your head but don't say anything. You don't know much about them. You learned about Captain America and The Winter Soldier in history back in high school. Your knowledge of the Avengers and their current roster is extremely lacking. Other than the Spidery one. Everyone on campus talks about him. 

"Mmhmm." You drone. 

"Gee, sorry, I know it's a lot, huh? Didn't mean to overload you!" He chimes. 

You shake your head, "I'm okay." 

"I know, I know. Kinda nice having someone quiet around. Ned is a chatterbox and the worst project partner. He just wants to talk about girls or lego." 

You dip your head to show you're listening. You glance at your inhaler and yuck is away in your crossbody bag. You drop your arms straight and continue next to Peter to the elevator. 

"Wanna get a slice? I'm starving," he says. "My treat." 

"Oh... you don't..." 

"Nah, don't worry about it. I just want pizza without May telling me not too," he chuckles. "Trust, I know a great place." 

You purse your lips and push your shoulders up again. You give a silent surrender with a tilt of your head. Even if you feel a bit guilty, you won't say no to free food. 

[sosa2imagines]

Broken Hearts. Part 9

Warnings- Fluff, angst, manipulation, threats, mean exes.

May greeted you warmly, her eyes sparkling with gratitude. “Thank you so much for coming to meet us so early.” she beamed. You returned her smile, feeling a sense of satisfaction. “No problem, May.” you responded, your voice filled with sincerity. “I'm happy to help.”

The night had been perfect...or at least it had seemed that way. You and Lloyd had finally stolen a moment for yourselves, and things were heading in the right direction. But as fate would have it, his work had intervened once more, breaking the magic of the moment.

You were satisfied... well... almost satisfied.

You had decided, that the next time you finally got some alone time with Lloyd, you were determined to keep his phone far away from reach.

Morning came, and Lloyd was snuggled up next to you, both of you enjoying the intimate moment. But just as you were about to lean in for a kiss, your phone started ringing.

You sighed in frustration, grumbling under your breath. It's like the phone has a sixth sense for ruining these moments.

May wanted to meet you, before she goes on a week long holiday with her husband Happy. May had a way of saying things as they were, without sugar-coating, but also being sorry, if it sounded terrible.

May took a moment to steady herself before continuing. “Your ex-husband called me...” she said carefully, her voice laced with concern.

The mention of your ex-husband's name sent a pang of pain through your chest, and you instinctively flinched. Beside you, Lloyd began rubbing your back soothingly, offering silent support.

 “He wanted me to quit 'Snowflakes.' He offered me a lot of money.”

Both you and Lloyd snapped your heads up, eyes wide with surprise. Lloyd was about to speak, but May quickly cut him off. “I said no!” she asserted firmly.

“No?” you asked in disbelief, the shock evident in your voice. May nodded, a small smirk playing on her lips as she continued. “He kept asking me if I was sure, if I had lost my mind for saying no to him and his money,” she recounted. “I told him to shove it up his ass.”

Lloyd let out a bark of laughter at May's crude response, clearly impressed by her bravery.

May quickly looks around to see if Peter was listening, but thankfully he was still in his room.

May leaned in closer, a hint of anger in her voice. “Then he tried to lure me in, by bad-mouthing you, saying that you make videos of private moments...” she whispered, her voice dropping to a low murmur.

Your jaw dropped in shock at the audacity of your ex-husband to stoop so low. Lloyd's hand clenched involuntarily, almost as if ready to punch something.

You had been listening to everything May had said thus far, trying to remain composed and stoic.

But when she mentioned what Steve had tried to do, all the tears you had been holding back came streaming down your face. You were left speechless, your emotions too overwhelming to put into words.

You were done and tired explaining your innocence.

Lloyd quickly pulled you into his arms, gathering you in a tight embrace. You buried your face in his chest and let the tears flow freely, sobbing into his shirt. He held you, rubbing soothing circles on your back, offering silent support.

May continued to rub your arm, her touch gentle and soothing, like a mother comforting child.

“Dear...” she said, her voice filled with kindness, “Don't worry. Lloyd has already told us about Steve. We know you had no idea about the video, and trust us, no one is judging you.”

She paused for a moment, a sympathetic glint in her eyes. “I can swear your aunt must be rolling in her grave to shoot that bastard.” she added, her words filled with anger towards Steve's actions.

Your gaze shifted from May to Lloyd, who smiled bashfully back at you. “Sugar...” he said, “I told you I'd take care of everything. I knew Steve would stoop low, so I had warned Happy and May about everything.”

His words brought a smile to your lips, your heart swelling with gratitude for him. You leaned in to kiss him, and he accepted it affectionately, his arms wrapping around you in a protective embrace.

Happy's voice rang out confidently, “Steve won't do any shit. We're not like him. He can buy anything he wants, but not us. Threatening you to continue your relationship or punish you for ending your marriage is a crime.”

May chimed in, her tone sincere, “We're proud of you, Y/n.”

You couldn't help but smile at their words and hugged them both. Feeling loved and supported by their unwavering loyalty.

May looked at you earnestly, her gaze sincere. “There's one thing,” she said, her voice serious. “I need a favor from you.”

You met her gaze, your curiosity piqued. “Of course,” you responded, eager to know what she needed. “Tell me, please.”

May nodded, a grateful smile spreading across her face. “Yes,” she confirmed. “Happy and I are going on a week-long vacation, and we won't be able to look after 'Snowflakes'. Peter, and MJ will be here, but...”

You finished her sentence, realizing what she was asking. “You want me to look after them?”

May nodded again, her expression relieved. “Exactly,” she confirmed. “Would you be okay with that?”

You smiled confidently as you replied to May, “I would be more than happy to help. In fact, this will be a great start towards my responsibility for 'Snowflakes'!”

You glanced at Lloyd, seeking his agreement. He was hesitant at first, but seeing the determination and excitement in your eyes, he gave in, albeit reluctantly.

However, he made a silent vow to have the place protected with bodyguards and to secretly drop in for frequent surprise visits.

“Lloyd?” “Of course Sugar but few of my men will guard the place” “Ok done!” you didn’t even argue, as you are excited to start.

May and Happy were set to leave in few minutes, so Peter offered to take you to the café, which you accepted.

Though Lloyd was not at all happy about it, so you whispered in his ear “I promise I'll be a bad girl tonight…” He gulped and let you go, not before smacking your ass.

May eyed Lloyd carefully, her tone stern. “You better treat her way better than her idiot ex.” she warned, referring to Steve.

Lloyd chuckled at her words, a smirk playing on his lips. “Don't worry, May...” he reassured her. “I'll treat her right.” He then added with a smirk, “Have a sexy holiday.”

You took in the sight of your aunt's cafe, noticing how it remained largely unchanged. “Wow, my aunt didn't change this place at all, huh?” you remarked.

Peter nodded in agreement. “Nah, just a few touches here and there...” he replied. He then spotted MJ approaching, and called out to her, “Hey, MJ!”

MJ, ever energetic, rushed over to you and enthusiastically enveloped you in a hug. “Hey, Peter and Y/n!” she exclaimed. You laughed and hugged her back, a warm feeling swelling within you. “I'm happy to see you too.” you replied, grateful for their presence.

MJ looked at you intrigued, her eyes sparkling with eagerness. “So, are you going to work with us?” she inquired, her voice filled with anticipation.

You chuckled, your excitement evident in your voice. “Of course, I am!” you responded. “Come on, show me around.”

For the next twenty minutes, MJ and Peter, took you through the cafe, pointing out both the old and new additions.

Your aunt had done an excellent job of maintaining the cafe's original charm while subtly introducing improvements here and there.

The atmosphere inside was positive and inviting, and you couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia mixed with excitement.

As the tour concluded, your gaze landed on a small counter adorned with dummy phones. “Why are there so many dummy phones?” you asked, curious.

MJ chuckled and explained, “Those are for kids to distract them.”

You picked up one of the phones to examine it closely. “Looks real,” you commented, impressed by the phone's realistic appearance.

As the bell over the door chimed, you instinctively responded, “Welcome to Café Snowflakes.” However, immersed in your thoughts about the dummy phones, you didn't look up to see who had entered.

“Hello doll.”

Your heart skipped a beat as a familiar voice greeted you with the pet name. Time seemed to stand still as a deep sense of disbelief and dread washed over you. It couldn't be...no, it couldn't be him. But if it was him that means you had really seen him that day.

“Doll?”

As you slowly turn around, but sure enough, there he was, standing before you with a smug grin on his face.

Part 8- Part 10

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[winterspiderpurrs]

Alpha SIM Tony Stark trying to find the perfect mate for his precious omega son Peter. Someone he is VERY possessive over. Cause Peter is HIS Perfect creation.

Maybe he puts out an article about a contest. Hunger Games styles. Who ever lived gets the honor of mating his son.

But Tony was not expecting his number one inforcer, the Winter Soldier himself, to enter the contest.

[parkerrogersgirl]

HELLLLLOOOOOOOO friends and lovers, I'm back! Sorry for the hiatus. Long story short, i have severe depression. My dad died. Then my pet died. And life is hard. So donate to my ko-fi if you wanna and that'd be SWELL!!!!

Updates! I will be returning to "anything but free" ANDDDDDDDDD

I'm gonna start writing about everyone's favorite pilot, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw! That's right i said it so buckle up frienditos

[our-destiny]

Hello! I just wanted to announce that I will be writing for Marvel now! I will also be accepting requests for Marvel. And I will also now be writing nsfw. Please check my pinned post for more info on that.

Characters I will write for:

Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker (Tom Hollands version only), the Winter Soldier, Thor, Loki

I feel most comfortable writing dark/yandere content or platonic content, familial or friendly.

I already have a dark! Bucky wip that I will be uploading soon.

Update: it's been posted :]