#boxofbonesfic 7k Monkey's Paw challenge

[branded-witha-j]

You go to church with the sheriff, he's there every Sunday, hearing the word, same as you. Your mama says it's not proper, for your face to heat up and your belly to tingle every time he tips his hat in your direction asking in that low drawl if there's anything he can do for you. You know she wouldn't approve of you and him at the drive-in with no chaperone--but he's the sheriff for goodness sake! And if you're not safe with the sheriff, then who are you safe with?

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Congrats on 7k! Thank you for the prompt and here is my submission for the Monkey's Paw challenge. This is my first time doing a writing challenge and I had so much fun writing this for everyone. I hope you enjoy it! 🖤

18+ only! No minors! This is a dark fic!

• Dark!Sheriff Bodecker x naive!reader •

• Word Count: 1.3k •

•Warnings: dub/non-con, age gap (reader is of age), manipulation, degradation, dumbification, loss of virginity, breeding, southern grammar where I throw a bunch of apostrophes and the letter A around to make it sound twangy, stuff where Lee is being Lee. •

•Summary: You're his buttercup and he can't wait to pick ya. •

Beta read by @nocturne-pisces 🖤

Hell is empty and all the devils are here. - William Shakespeare, The Tempest

Sheriff Bodecker's gaze creates a flush of heat that you can't never seem to hide, your Mama none too happy every time he tips his hat in your direction. She liked to say that ‘the Devil lives among us, disguised with lies and saccharine temptation’, and that's how she sees the Sheriff, uneasy ‘bout his intentions with you.

He always takes the pew in the back, his gaze eventually falling on you, and remaining there for the entire service. Lee Bodecker is a weekly repentant devil with a badge, also known as the most powerful man in Ross County. His smile is a little too broad for some folks, but for you it's as sweet and tart as a wild blackberry ripened to perfection on a thick bramble. His temptation is swollen fruit on a vine, his thorns hidden and ready to snag skin.

He gives you buttercups, each one pressed between the pages of your worn bible every Sunday night. He does it when your Mama is somewhere catchin' up on the weekly gossip, tucking the yellow wild flower within your hair as honeyed words fall from his wicked lips.

"When’re you gonna let me take ya out, buttercup?"

He's persistent, but gentle about it, each picked flower and brief touch winning you over more and more, until your Mama's words are all but forgotten.

He always smells of smoky aftershave and a cigarette he sneaked off to have after Sunday service. But it's hypnotizing, even just the slightest whiff of tobacco in passing on Main Street makin' you think about him. And, boy, do you ache for the attention of Lee Bodecker. He's made sure of it, each brush of his fingertips bringing you closer until his words are exhaled hotly in your ear.

The heat is sweltering, a hand wafted in front of the face only stirrin' the hot air around. The smell of drive-in popcorn and burgers is almost nauseating, a much needed reprieve given in the sound of your name. It's the Sheriff, and the sight of him sauntering up with his hands on his belt has a coil tightening within your belly. It's a feeling you can't get used to, a sensation only associated with him.

He gets you away from your friends with a fib about your Mama, something about her needing you home. He escorts you by the arm to his cruiser, the white car tucked away in a secluded corner of the lot. When he tucks you into the passenger seat, you expect him to do as he said he would and take you home, but the engine remains silent.

"Sheriff Bodecker?"

He says nothin' for a few seconds, pulling off his campaign hat for safekeeping on the backseat. You don't quite understand what's going on and a fresh buttercup presents itself under your nose, a delighted look crossing your face.

"A buttercup for my buttercup."

He tucks it away into your hair, the little bloom forgotten as soon as his lips ghost along your jaw, your hands coming up to brace at his broad chest. You can feel the starch in his shirt and the pointed tips of his badge, your world flipped as he lays you on your back against the bench seat.

"Sheriff–" His palm silences you, a click of his tongue emphasizing his disapproval as he shakes his head.

Keeping you gagged, his other hand slips up beneath your skirt, bunching it up to expose your cotton panties. Fingers trace along your thigh and you tense, whimpering against his palm.

"Shhh, buttercup. I just wanna make ya feel good."

His thorns snag your flesh, pulling you in deep, and when the metallic jangle of his belt fills the narrow space, your thighs try to clap together. You trap his hand between them and gasp as his fingers touch you for the first time, rubbin’ against the damp cotton.

"Why you wet? You'a whore for ya Sheriff?"

He keeps your legs parted with his hips and the gentle man you once knew is truly the devil as he tears down your panties, letting them hang from one ankle. He releases your mouth to work his pants down, gripping himself as his tip drags against your swollen cunt.

"Sheriff...Lee... my Mama won't–" A sharp pinch cuts off your words, and a whine is released into the collar of his shirt, the seat creaking as he slams himself deep. You try to speak again, but his hand returns to your mouth, steel blue eyes looking into yours as he snarls.

"Shut your fuckin' mouth." Eyes well with tears and he punctuates each word with a thrust. "You're mine, buttercup, and there ain't a goddamn thing that Mama a’yours is gonna do about it."

The Devil is inside you and you invited him in with your sweet smile and melodic laughter. You pant and clutch to the Sheriff, his mouth hot at your ear as you cry out for a God that ain't listenin’ no more.

"I'm gonna fill this hot 'lil snatch up. Send ya home to your Mama with my cum drippin' out of ya." His words make you clench, and you don't understand why, his groan of satisfaction vibrating through you. "You want my baby, dontcha? Stupid girl too goddamn dumb to listen to her Mama. I'm gonna fill ya up nice and full. You want that, buttercup? Want me to put my baby in ya?"

He fucks you. Not the slow, gentle way you always imagined, but frantic and bittersweet. He burns with every thrust of his hips, your cries of his name making his eyes roll back in head. He revels knowing this was worth the wait, worth all the sweet-talkin', worth every buttercup plucked from the dirt. 

"Oh, God-" His tongue delves into your mouth to swallow your cry for deliverance, showing you that he's the only one you should be worshipping.

"I knew you was a tight 'lil bitch the second I seen ya. Just perfect for the pickin'. Gonna make the perfect little housewife."

The heat that spreads through your gut is as hot as the brimstone and hellfire you pray nightly to avoid. But you're lost to it, the forked tongue of temptation burning his mark within your womb, claiming you as his for eternity. The Sheriff is silenced by his violent release, thrusting until every last drop of his seed is where it belongs.

The windows have fogged up, condensation turning them opaque. You don't know what time it is, if the movie is still playing, or if you should cry. As the Sheriff lifts himself from you, head ducking down to watch you separate, he groans at the sight of his cum spillin’ from your pretty, sore, fucked-out cunt.

"I filled ya up good, buttercup." He falls back against the driver's door with a loud exhale, reaching down to tuck himself away before tugging his pants back on. You move to sit up, but he clicks his tongue, nudging you back down onto the seat. "I just wanna look atcha. For just a bit longer."

You feel his hand trailing along your leg and the panties danglin’ from your ankle are balled up in his fist to be shoved away in his pant's pocket. You want to protest, knowin’ your Mama will notice they're missing, but he shakes his head, telling you they're his now.

"You're all mine, or did ya forget already?" He starts the cruiser, rolling down his window to see through the fog, and looks down at where you still lie beside him. "I think it's time we tell your Mama you ain't her little girl anymore. You belong to me now."

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[navybrat817]

Librarian!Bucky Barnes! People aren’t really your forte; you’re not the best at verbal communication. It’s why you’ve always found solace in books. Your town librarian understands. You’re not sure how he came to be here, or who he was before, but the rumors don’t bother you. He leaves books for you in your check-out bin, notes written on post-it notes in the margins of the ones he knows will interest you. At last, someone who really understands.

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I adore this and hope you like what I came up with!

Prized Possession

Pairing: Dark Librarian!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: You're Bucky's rare treasure, his most prized possession. Word Count: Almost 1.5k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, Dubcon/Noncon elements (please do NOT read if that upsets you), drugging, kidnapping, cockwarming, mention of minor character death, dark elements, possessive behavior, displays of Stockholm Syndrome, librarian!Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?), A/N: Hey, lovelies! Here's my submission for @boxofbonesfic Monkey Paw Challenge. Congrats on 7k! Thank you to Nix for the GORGEOUS Bucky edit and @late-to-the-party-81 for the beautiful moodboard. Also thank you to @sgt-seabass for "prized possession". Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Banners by the talented @vase-of-lilies. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Please reblog or comment as it means the world!

When you were little, you used to dream that you would one day fall in love with a handsome prince. All the books you read had the princesses being saved from their peril to live happily ever after. You wished for your prince to shield you from the darkness of the world and love you for who you are. Your parents eventually told you to get your nose out of the books and live in reality. It was a silly dream.

And dreams sometimes turned to nightmares. 

Bucky let out a sigh of happiness as he paused in his reading, reminding you of how good he felt to be surrounded by the heat of your wet pussy. One of his favorite ways to read to you was to have you seated on his hard cock, his lips against your ear as he spoke. It was a daily routine now and the dull ache between your legs was a sensation you had grown used to over time. He made sure of it. Everything began and ended with Bucky Barnes. 

Everything.

“Do you remember the day we met?” he asked, nuzzling the column of your throat as he rocked his hips up. 

“I do,” you whispered. 

Your life changed the moment you met him. A chance encounter with the handsome new librarian put you directly in his path. You hadn’t expected to bump into him while roaming the familiar shelves, clutching the small pile of books to your chest as he looked into your eyes. You had never seen such a brilliant shade of blue before. 

And you never would again.

“Is there something I can help you find?” 

“Y-You’re not Will,” you said, taking in his short, brown hair and strong jawline. He took up space between the shelves without meaning to with his muscular frame and you chided yourself for staring. 

The smile he gave you made you shrink back more. “No, I’m not. I’m actually his replacement. I’m Bucky.”

You said your name as he looked at you expectantly. You didn’t know Will planned to quit, but didn’t question it as Bucky helped you pick one more book. Instead of getting frustrated with your small nods and one or two word answers to his questions, he was careful to help choose the right story for you.

“Sorry,” you said as he helped you at the front desk, carefully looking over your library card.

“For what?” he asked, taking one more look before giving the card back and pushing the books toward you.

“Not saying much,” you answered, tucking them into your arms. Conveying messages through spoken word wasn't your strong suit, so you did your best to express it in other ways. A kind smile here and a friendly wave there, but it didn't always work. Books were comforting because they didn’t judge you.

“Nothing to apologize for, doll. I know not everyone is a chatterbox,” he swore, the small smile you gave in response making him grin. “Tell you what. Why don’t I leave a few books for you when those are due back so you don’t feel obligated to talk to me?” 

“Oh,” heat quickly rushed to your cheeks. “You don’t-”

“I don’t mind,” he promised. 

"Okay. Thanks,” you swore, giving him a tiny wave as you cradled the books with the other hand.

“See you soon, doll,” he smiled. 

You felt his eyes on you when you left and he hadn’t stopped watching you since.

“You had the most beautiful smile. It was endearing,” he explained, shutting the book and setting it aside.

You had heard whispers about Bucky since he took over at the library. Will had given no warning to quitting and no one even saw him leave town. Some say he killed him, but there was no proof. Others said that something wasn’t right in his mind after he served in the Army. You ignored the rumors. He mostly kept to himself and did a good job.

Maybe you should’ve listened.

“You were always nice to me.”

Whenever you saw Bucky around town, you gave him a small, awkward wave. He always waved back with a lopsided grin. You liked that he didn’t force you into interacting with him, but you found yourself drawn to him anyway. Who wouldn’t be drawn to a handsome, mysterious and kind man?

You should’ve questioned why you saw him around your street when he lived blocks away. Or why small things began to go missing from your place. You thought at the time that you were being forgetful. It was foolish to pretend.

“The world is a cruel place and I knew I had to protect you.”

Blaine was a bully who teased you relentlessly whenever he encountered you, knowing you wouldn't say anything back. It was usually a comment about your looks or how maybe you could you up if he fucked you. Bucky witnessed it once from a distance, but you rushed off before he could see if you were okay. It didn't bother you and you didn't want to trouble him. Blaine thought he found an easy target and nothing more.

He broke his neck in a freak accident two days later.

And Bucky left you a flower with a new stack of books.

“You wanted me. I know you did,” he grunted, thrusting up to make you keen. “You have no idea how many times I wanted to shove you against one the bookshelves and fuck you until you cried.”

You had a feeling it took a lot of restraint. There was always a dark look in his eyes in the moments he got close to you. A brush against your backside or a touch to your arm, but they somehow seemed innocent. 

There was nothing innocent about his intentions.

“You even kept all the notes I left you.” he sighed, tracing lazy circles along your clit as you whined.

Each time Bucky chose a book for you, he left a handwritten note. It was either a reason for why he chose the story or why he thought you’d like it. You appreciated that he chose romantic stories since most of the guys in town wanted nothing to do with you. Each one was special to you. He even asked you out on a date with a note.

They lined the wall across from you, along with photos Bucky had taken of you.

“My perfect doll. Never prying or asking questions,” he murmured, his teeth lightly nipping your soft flesh. “I knew I had to have you.”

Your first date was at his place, not wanting you pressured to go out in town. The romantic indoor picnic just for two felt personal and special. You didn’t remember much after having a drink of wine. But you knew you hadn’t been home since.

“I deserve you,” he lightly bit down again as he brought you closer to the edge, your legs trembling against his thick thighs. “My most prized possession.”

The missing items from your place were in the room, along with other things Bucky moved in. You weren’t sure how he gained access to your place. It was best not to ask. 

“Tell me you love me,” he urged, snapping his hips as you reached back to grip his hair. He groaned when you pulled on the short strands. “Now.”

“I love you, Bucky. I love you!” you cried. 

“Then come for me,” he demanded, pinching your swollen bundle of nerves.

A tear fell from your eye as you succumbed to pleasure, flooding his cock and lap with your release. He wrapped a hand around your throat to keep you still, his grip prolonging your orgasm. He knew your body, and had taken the time to explore it. And your cunt pulsed around him with the need to be filled.

“That’s my good girl,” he groaned, giving you what your body asked for after a few shallow thrusts, his seed coating your trembling walls.

“Yours,” you moaned because it was the truth.

Bucky breathed heavily against your shoulder as you head lolled to the side, but he refused to leave the haven of your body. “Let’s finish this chapter.”

“Okay,” you exhaled, seeping around his cock as he opened the book again. You stared off as he began to speak again, taking in the beauty of the prison he created for you. The four walls were spacious and fresh flowers brightened it up. And there was an endless supply of books.

“Look at this, doll,” he smiled as he held the open book in front of your face. “He wants to start a family. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

Another tear fell as you sadly smiled and nodded. You didn’t know if anyone was looking for you or if they even cared. And Bucky? He wasn’t the prince who rescued you from the tower. He put you in one to preserve you. His most prized possession.

Bucky’s happily ever after.

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I'd really like to explore more librarian!Bucky, soft, soft!dark or dark. What do we think? Thanks for reading!

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[cockslutpadalecki]

Mean!Steve Rogers! Working at the daycare on the ground floor of Stark Tower is your dream job, though it has often landed you in rather... interesting situations. Least of which, is acting as something of an on call babysitter for Earth's mightiest parents. Luckily though, it's just the littlest Stark that usually requires your attention. And you're glad of it too; it seems like every time you're around, one man in particular has a slick comment waiting for you, a snide remark that makes everyone else laugh while you force an uncomfortable smile.

Who knew Captain America had a little mean streak?

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Hot For Teacher

Characters: Dark!Mean!Steve Rogers x F!Reader.

Words: 1.4K.

Warnings: non-con, mean!Steve, workplace bullying, misogyny, sexism, explicit sexual content, 18+.

A/N: Been a hot minute since I posted anything, but here is my (very late) entry to @boxofbonesfic Monkey’s Paw challenge. Thank you so much for allowing me to participate— I so hope you enjoy and congratulations on 7K, you deserve every single one and more! Many thanks to my pre-readers @maladaptivexxdaydreaming and @yarnforbrains, you’re the best. Beta: @princessmisery666 but all the general bullshit is entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback and reblogs are golden.

Stark Tower is almost in complete darkness when you show up, save for a few sporadic lights coming from the lower floors where you know most of the night staff will still be working.

You reach the front door and swipe your key card, the little green light granting you entry as the door automatically unlocks. It’s eerily quiet as you walk across the main foyer and past reception, pausing to stop at the security station to your left. Mike is already on his feet, a curious look on his face.

“You’re not usually here this late,” he observes with a smile. 

You lean onto the desk, noting several coffee cups and a half-eaten pack of donuts as a basketball game plays out on one of the many screens flicking in front of him.

“Duty calls,” you say with a little sigh, nodding towards the front door of the daycare behind you. “Has Ms. Potts dropped Morgan off yet?” 

Mike furrows his brow, looking puzzled. “I don’t follow.” 

“I was called-” you start to explain, but think better than to bore him with your strange arrangement with the Starks, “y’know what, don’t worry. I’ll just go and wait inside for her.” You step to walk away before turning back towards Mike. “Can you buzz me when they arrive?”

You can tell he wants to question your request further, but keeps his mouth closed as he nods in understanding. “Of course, will do.”

You can’t remember the day you realised you’d effectively become the Stark’s on-call babysitter— the first time it happened their nanny had been struck down with food poisoning. Pepper called you in a frenzy, asking if you could watch Morgan while they attended a Stark Expo that they couldn’t get out of.

You had said yes without much hesitation or thought, more than happy to help out seeing as Morgan is never any trouble. 

The second time, it was a family emergency. 

You never questioned what happened to their nanny after the third and fourth occasions, it had seemingly just become the new arrangement overnight. You take care of S.H.I.E.LD agents’ children during the day and watch Morgan at night when Tony and Pepper need you. 

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You fish in your pocket for your keys as you reach the door and place your hand on the handle, surprised when it pushes down. 

Weird. You swear you locked it when you closed up earlier in the evening. Shaking your head, you rebuke yourself for clearly not double-checking it when you left. 

You head inside, choosing not to bother putting the lights on as you manoeuvre your way through the myriad of toys and play sets to get to your office. Setting down your overnight bag as you turn on the lamp on your desk, you mentally plan to check the windows to make sure you didn’t forget to lock up anywhere else, when a noise from the playroom startles you. 

Whirling round, you’re met with nothing but darkness. Just your imagination. You turn back, suddenly eager to check that nothing is out of place when there’s another sound from behind you. Once more, you spin on your heel and this time, come face to face with Steve Rogers. Even though his features are welcoming— soft and kind, his steely stare is paradoxical, making you feel cold under the muted office light sending twisted shadows up the wall. 

“Fuck, you scared me,” you huff, placing a hand to your chest to calm yourself.  

He doesn’t apologise. In fact, he almost looks happy that he frightened you as he casually leans against the door frame, blocking you in. “I know it’s all career with you women these days, but it’s a bit late to be here, isn’t it?” 

His tone sets you on edge immediately, and you scowl. 

“I’m waiting for Morgan, remember? You called me on behalf of Ms. Potts.” 

“Oh yeah, that’s right,” he waves you off nonchalantly like the phone call he had made to you at Pepper’s behest only an hour ago is a long-forgotten memory. “Guess they’re caught in traffic coming back into the city,” he adds with a shrug as he pushes himself off the frame. 

“I guess so,” you reply tersely, walking towards him. He steps back a little when you squeeze past, but not enough to stop you from having to brush up against him to get through.

Feeling his stare burning a hole into your back, you pick up the pace towards the nap room, eager to create as much space between you as possible. You’ve managed to prevent being in such close proximity to him for the past three years of working here, you’re damn well not ready to start now. 

Steve has always been somewhat… hostile towards you for unknown reasons. A little cold. Belligerent even. You’re glad you’ve not had cause to be in his company much, the cruelty of his snide comments always makes you have to swallow down your contempt, even when everyone else around you laughs at your expense.

It all started a few months after the daycare opened— at first, Steve would blank you in the corridor even when he’d happily acknowledge the person you so happened to be with. Pepper often reassured you that he was just shy, probably a little apprehensive about getting to know someone new. You briefly held out the hope that one day you might strike up a friendship with the super soldier, but he just seemed to get nastier and more intimidating as time went by. 

Clearly you had done something to upset him considering his behaviour, but you never had the opportunity to find out why.

You hurry to the clusters of beds, straightening out the blankets and fluffing up a pillow ready for Morgan’s arrival when you feel him close behind you. 

“Is there something you need from me?” you question brusquely, glancing at him over your shoulder. The way he stares at your bent over form makes your stomach knot in disgust. 

He shakes his head. “No,” comes his reply. “Can’t have you waiting here alone; you never know who might be lurking in the dark corners of this place.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Like you were?” 

You straighten up and edge past him, desperate to widen the gap between you. Mindlessly, you rummage through a cupboard, not looking for anything in particular but for an excuse to keep yourself from maintaining eye contact with him for too long. As soon as you sense him closing in behind you, you shift from your position and head out into the play area, determined to keep your distance, but Steve easily keeps up.

“Why do you keep running away from me?” he queries with curiosity. Picking up a large stuffy that’s fallen onto the floor, you wish you had the strength to suffocate the man with it as you shove it back amongst the other teddies.

With a deep breath, you turn around to face him. “I’m not.” 

“Are you afraid of me?” His eyes almost flash with excitement at the prospect.

“Afraid of America’s Sweetheart?” you scoff. “No.” 

You’re certainly afraid of his sharp tongue towards you, but you put that down to the misogyny that was still rampant back in the 1940s. Some men never grow out of that ideology.

His jaw ticks as his smile drops. “I suppose this is as close as you're gonna get to having kids, isn’t it?” Your eyes narrow as he continues, stepping closer and closer until he’s practically towering over you. “Single dame like you, all alone. I bet you haven’t had a decent fuck in years.”

The shock of hearing him curse is outweighed by the sound of the slap resonating around the room just as your hand smarts from the contact. Steve’s cheek blushes claret, and the weight of your action comes crumbling down as he almost tackles you to the floor. 

The pile of teddies helps to cushion your fall a little while you punch and slap at his chest, but your struggle seems to spur him on even more, and he’s laughing as he nestles himself between your spread legs. A horrible weight settles in your gut when your hips react to his touch, unconsciously seeking out more as he rips right through the material of your yoga pants, just enough for him to gain access to your cunt. 

“It’s okay, I’m here to change all that for you.”

“Stop- Morgan- be here-” you croak, tears thick in your voice. 

Steve plunges two fingers into your wet heat, your stomach rolling with nausea as your walls hug and clench around the invasion.

He laughs, the sound chilling you to the bone. “Don’t worry, she’s not coming. She never was.”

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[flordeamatista]

Mob AU! Bucky sweeps into your life like a whirlwind. And for a small town girl like you, this tornado of a romance is nothing short of awe inspiring. Money, cars—anything you want is yours, you have only but to name it. And so of course when Bucky asks if you’ll be his, his girl, and one day his wife, you say yes, and move right in.

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Lover of Passion

pairing: soft dark!Mob!Bucky Barnes x dark!Reader

concept: Bucky lusts after you, and you crave the chance to feel more of your own desire.

word count: 1.4k

warnings: soft dark reader and soft dark bucky, manipulation, twisted love, desire, lust, greed, main character death, soft poetic smut- nickname:trandafirul meu (my rose)

a/n: This is for @boxofbonesfic The Monkey's Paw 7k challenge! Congratulations, love. You are such a beautiful loving light on this Tumblr world.

lovely betas: Thank you for making sure this makes sense @s-tarksintern and @purpleshallot

Masterlist

A soft summer breeze softly ruffles the petals as the sky casts a shimmering ray on the flower. The red rose stretches its neck and slowly opens its eyes, and the calm sunlight just smiles at it. A compassionate gesture fills the garden with the aroma of flowers. 

The grey sky is visible from high above the ground. 

In the distance, the sun is rising, the colors are melting, and the clouds are hurriedly clearing to make way for the glowing disc.

You see how the rose spins and how each petal represents the layers of power of living in his world as his queen. Out of all the women in the world, he picks you. In his chaotic garden of danger, you are his rose.

Standing in your garden's wet grass, you are barefoot. You wish to cherish the moment. Closing your eyes you try to hear the dawn chorus of birds. Your ears are filled with sweetness. 

Your love for him makes you want to weave his veins with yours.

He has given you this sense of freedom and safety. Your Bucky.

You feel a burning desire for him since you first met him. That red desire, it embodies how much power he holds over you. It is the power of a man, a mafia god. 

Bucky is the man for you. He is the one who shaped you into the person you are now. The one who transformed you from a naive small-town girl to the virtuous possessor of everything, that you are today. 

To have your body free for his use and care for his feelings is all you need to do. At night, the intimacy of the shared room is accompanied by moans. Each and every moan that he makes in that room as he touches every inch of your body. 

It is in my heart that you are mine, but who is yours?

Bucky is a ruthless man in the world he lives in. 

At first, you appeared to be a crimson rose in that park's garden, ready to be worn down by his love. Bucky destroys, and he has no concept of love. Until you appeared as though you were a beam of sunshine. He saw how the red dress wrapped around all of your curves like a scarlet bow. His gaze was drawn to you as a frail, innocent girl, oblivious to the world around her.

His first day with you is still fresh on his mind. It was that night that he claimed every part of your body for himself.

In the azure night, his dark blue eyes were fixed on the road ahead, rushing through the town's charcoal night streets. 

Every decision he made was calculated, from the moment he met you to the moment you fell into his arms. You thought you had made a decision when in fact the decision was already made for you. He had to be loved. A decision he had made as desired. 

The exquisite touch will ruin you. The romantic innocence from which you once drank has been robbed. The dark blush of his lust led you to sin.  He loves you and desires to be with you.

There is passion and journey and the buried flesh of the unconscious, and the only victim is you.

He meticulously created this red love by hand. He created you in his love, with your sweet spirit and your beautiful smile. Your lips glimmer with lust, your voice soothes, and your touch subdue. 

It was difficult to resist the shiver of joy at his devouring gaze when you cast a couple of glances his way. His jaw clenched and his eyes were fixed in your direction.

A pair of hands that are both thick, callous, and tender at the same time. The trail that’s left behind was engulfed in flames. Leaving you completely burnt for him. As his fingertips caressed the inside of your thigh, he took and relished its tenderness.

That night was the first time Bucky made you his. And that night you learned a much familiar truth. One that brings you simmering comfort now.

The flower growing over your heart reaches out to him when you have nothing else on your mind but for him.

Each room of the mansion is covered in the jam color of roses. Every morning, he'll leave you a note telling you what to do. Live this lucid life thinking you had all the freedom in the world, but all freedom belongs to him. It was only to him that you gave. He came and took. You crave for something else than becoming a mob boss's wife.

“Take your clothes off for me, trandafirul meu.” 

As you go back, your devious smirk comes on your face, your lustrous eyes never leaving him as you comply with his instructions. You're used to being able to please Bucky. 

His expression is hungry and voracious as if he is going to swallow you. Embraced by something that is far greater than simple seductive passion.

A quiet, pleased moan escapes his lips as he reaches for his enormous bulge, tugging himself out of the dark black slacks seams. When he sees you undress, he strokes his cock slowly and appreciatively, sliding his bottom lip between his teeth.

Bucky isn't surprised when you take your time. Hands stroking slowly and seductively across your flesh. 

“How do you want me, tonight?”

You whisper a hot groan into his ear as you press him onto the bed, your lips seductively caressing his earlobe for a brief second before drawing back. You brush your lips over his before putting a lingering kiss on the corner of his mouth, your gaze fixated on his as the words he allows send shivers down your spine.

It nearly seems like love the way you glide your fingertips down his skin. When you offer yourself to him, your arms wrap around him like chains, clinging to his flesh like lovers do. How you trace lazy patterns on his flesh, how you unintentionally gravitate towards him.

And you, don't waste any time. 

You end the night with his cock in your pussy and the fragrance of you on him. And he sees bricks of blood - red hues in the atmosphere, as well as bouquets in the air. He sees love transferring him to a changing area.

He has so many unspoken wishes. When he touches you, the roots of your flower grow deeper into your heart; when you kiss him, his eyelids close.

As you caress his skin in such a gentle way, there seems to almost be an element of love in it for him. Almost.

Observing the roses from the vantage point of the raindrops, it looks as if the petals are being caressed. The roses cling to love; everyone yearns for it. You clung onto love. 

When you first fell in love, love had an entirely different meaning, but now power is all you want. Your true love.

You lay your forehead on his and breathe in his power as if it were more vital than oxygen. You give him a kiss. Partly because you can't waste an opportunity. Partly because you can't stop yourself, and partly because you believe Bucky deserves more kisses in his life. 

This red dress brought you a world, and Bucky was a dread soul when you both first met. 

You had planned the entire encounter in order to take over his life. He rots in your garden's spirit, becoming the fuel that allows the roses to thrive.

The petals fall from your hand into the soil. You step on a crimson splash, and the brown dirt eats it up. 

You remember when his face was a stoned lust red, his blue eyes were filled with drops of his favorite color, and his mouth was wet and open. It was the first time you fell in love with his greed. Not him.

Power's greed.

He created this universe with you, and you ruin him for the sake of your own lust. 

Gently, without compromising your position, you make him kneel before you. It never occurred to the gardeners that they needed a mob body in the garden to bring beauty to the roses.

I admire my world and the garden admires your love.

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[nocturne-pisces]

DILF/Best friend’s dad!Steve Rogers! You’ve always been close with Eliana, you were over at her house so often that her father the Steve Rogers, often joked you knew their home better than they did. You’re as rocked by the divorce as she is, and after being invited to stay for the summer, you take the opportunity to comfort your friend, even if the sight of her father gives you goosebumps. You’re older now, wiser. And besides, what’s a little harmless flirting between family friends, right?

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Fabric Softener

Dark!BestFriendsDad!Steve x PlusSize!Reader x Dark!Neighbor!Bucky

warnings: noncon, threats of violence, mean!steve, meaner!bucky. i am not responsible for your media consumption.

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notes: this is for @boxofbonesfic 7k Monkey’s Paw Challenge. you deserve each and every follower, thank you for letting me participate.

wc: 1.2k

thank you to @branded--with--a--j for beta’ing 💚

You were just trying to help him with the laundry, lifted up on your tip toes and explaining which detergent wouldn’t bleach the blues out of his favorite t-shirt when his fingers tangled into the hair at the base of your skull.

“Y’know, I’ve really gotta thank El for having such good taste in friends.”

His hips pinned yours against the washer, the steely length of him pressing into your ass cheek.

“Mr. Rogers, please—“

“Baby, I told you, call me Steve. We’ve only known each other since you and El met in high school. I even helped you unpack your dorm, I’d say we’re pretty close at this point.”

“Steve, don’t do this-“

He pulls your body ever tighter against his own, close enough for him to lean in and whisper into your ear.

“Don’t do what, sweetness?” The hand that wasn’t anchored to your scalp snaked its way around your waist, dipping under the waistband of your shorts and panties. “You think I don’t see how you look at me? You think I haven’t noticed how you gotta rub those soft fuckin’ thighs together every time I get close?” His middle finger slips between your folds, finding your clit and circling it slowly.

“Eliana will hear and she’ll come looking for me, you won’t get away with it.” Despite your threat your knees threatened to give out, your legs shaking from the building tension between your thighs. You feel him laugh more than you hear it, the contractions in his chest reminding you how much muscle he could use against you, much more than he was currently.

“Eliana took her Ambien twenty minutes ago. She hasn’t been sleeping so well since Sharon left. Come to think of it, neither have I.” Your whole body tensed as his tongue left a stripe of cooling saliva up your neck, stopping right below your ear.

“Mr. Rogers, please just let me go, I won’t tell anyone.” His finger stopped its ministrations against your clit, diving deeper to find the already primed entrance of your empty cunt waiting for him.

“I know you won’t tell, sweetheart, because you know what I’m capable of.”

He untangles his fingers from your hair and slams you forward by the back of your neck, a yelp escaping your throat as your face met the washer lid. You felt him bend over you, laying his weight across your back as he ruts himself against your clothed ass.

“You won’t tell anyone because you know all I would have to do is squeeze and you’d be done for.” You felt the tears slip over the bridge of your nose, collecting in a small puddle on the metal under you.

He holds you down with one hand, the other jerking your shorts down to web between your thighs. “Open those legs for me,” he cooed. You did as you were told, widening your stance as much as you could. “Goddamn, such a pretty pussy.”

You thought he was just looking, that he would be content to get a glimpse and let you go- but the sudden burning stretch of him plunging into you jolted you out of your pipe dream. He gave you no time to adjust, no time to get accustomed to his girth. “Oh, fuck, that’s tight.”

“Steve-“ you plead, your arms bracing against the washer as you try to push up.

“Be good for me, I don’t want to dig up the backyard tonight.”

You drop your weight back onto the washer, the burning in your chest from your sobs confusing as the pain morphs into a sick pleasure. You can feel your own wetness around him, feel how your cunt has betrayed you as your lunch crawls up your esophagus.

A rap on the garage door has you scrambling up and trying to get away, but Steve’s iron grip keeps you locked against him, your pussy fluttering around his length.

“Come on in, Buck,” he calls, his hips rutting erratically and making you whimper.The door swings open to reveal his best friend and next door neighbor, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth as he takes in your soft form held against Steve’s.

“Aw, buddy, you started without me? I’m wounded.” He and Steve share a look, dark and consuming, predator appreciating predator.

Bucky takes a step closer to you, his hand coming up to pinch your chin, turning your gaze to meet his. “Mr. Barnes, please help me.” Your face crumbles, your last ditch effort to appeal for sympathy dashed as he mocks your desperate expression.

“I don’t like it when they talk, I just wanna hear you choke.” You force your eyes shut, will your psyche to crack and take you far away from here, but a sudden sharp, burning pain to your cheek makes them fly open again. “Eyes on me,” Bucky commands, letting his belt hit the floor before he pulls his jeans and boxers down to the middle of his thighs.

He’s already rock hard, his cock jutted out and bobbing when he hops up to sit on the washer. Your head is wrenched back again, Steve spitting words down into your ear as you tremble. “No teeth, sweetness, or I’ll remove ‘em myself.”

You barely have time to register what he means before he’s positioning your face over Bucky’s lap. Steve pins your elbows to your ribs on either side and lets his best friend take hold of your hair, pushing you down on his cock until he hits the back of your throat. Immediately your body tenses up with a gag, a low groan coming from behind you.

“Shit, Buck, do that again. This pussy is gonna choke the life outta me.” And he does, this time pushing down hard enough that the head of him pops into your throat. It burns, makes your thighs clench together with restraint, and both men moan out. “She clamps down every time you fuck her mouth,” Steve says, a chuckle rising from his chest as he pulls out only to slam back into you- making your head dive deeper onto Bucky’s length.

Both of your arms are tugged behind your back, Steve’s free hand snaking back to your front to apply pressure to your already throbbing clit. Bucky leans back against the cabinet, guiding your mouth around him every time Steve pushes you forward. You try to wriggle away from Steve’s exploratory fingers but you only succeed in pushing back into him, the lack of oxygen from Bucky fucking your throat making you dizzy and sensitive.

You feel your impending orgasm creeping up on you, the knot in your tummy tightening. You try to tell them to wait, that you don’t want this- but you only manage to gurgle around Bucky, his hips lifting to meet your face as his rhythm becomes sloppy. His grip on your hair tightens and you lose the ability to control your breathing, the edges of your vision darkening as your orgasm hits you.

“Are you cumming, sweetness?” His tone is incredulous, amused that your body has given in to him so completely. You only have time to register Bucky spilling down your throat before the darkness overtakes you, your body limp in their hold.

When you wake up on the couch, a blanket draped over you, you can hear them talking from the kitchen.

“So, Sharon is picking up Eliana tomorrow?” It’s Bucky’s voice, coming from a bar stool at the kitchen island.

“Yeah, but sweetness over there told her parents she was staying all summer.”

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[emerald-evans]

You like working for the Barbers—their house is huge, kind of a pain to clean, but the work is steady, and for the most part, you haven’t had any issues. On the days Jacob comes home early, he’s more than happy to let you in to do a quick once over, and by the time Laurie and Andy have arrived, you’ve usually got dinner started, if not completely finished. You’re not blind—of course Andy is handsome, but you know better than to try anything, especially with your job on the line. It doesn’t stop your cheeks from heating when he brings home an extra Valentine’s bouquet for you, or stop you from noticing when he puts an extra twenty or two in your week’s pay…

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ma chère lis 🕊

pairing - dark!andy barber x reader

summary - lilies often symbolize purity and the rebirth of the soul…however, they are also commonly associated with death 

w/c - 1.5k

warnings - 18+, implied death, dubcon, noncon (just to be safe), implied sex pollen, smut, age gap (reader is in her 20s), forced captivity/basement wife vibes

a/n - hello all, this is my embarrassingly late piece written for the lovely @boxofbonesfic 7k Monkey’s Paw challenge celebration! everyone go check out her binge-worthy masterlist and send her love. I stupidly got the dates mixed up but I still hope you enjoy <3 (let’s please remember this is my first dark fic LOL) and a huge thank you to @dbnightingale24 who held my hand through this process

Please comment/reblog if you enjoyed <3

December 

Stirring the pot once more just to be sure, you inhale the smell of garlic and parmesan coming from below you. Your salmon was simply the Barbers favourite- a touch of nutmeg and fresh dill was your secret. After months of working as the weekly house cleaner, the Barber house had become your second home. You initially started working twice a week as you were juggling your second job on the weekend, just so Laurie can be given a slight break throughout the week. The strain of a full-time job raising an 11-year old and pretending to be in a loving marriage was getting to her. You have been there long enough to see how they would hide the denial of their failing marriage through soft touches and the emotionless state of their eyes on each other. As the holidays rolled around you found yourself at their house almost 4-days a week for a few hours each night. Eventually, you had enough hours to quit your second job and focus on school.

February

A new semester brought a new qualm of peace in the house. The holidays were over, and so were your exams. Jacob had let you in today, it seemed Andy and Laurie were still at work. After a quick once over all the rooms, you decided to start prepping for dinner; Settling on a hearty chicken and vegetable soup, you began to cut the ingredients as you heard Jacob enjoying his playstation. 

Your friends found it a bit odd, your dynamic with the Barbers. They weren’t wrong, just unnerved by how quickly you seemed to settle into their lifestyle. They did not seem to mind your presence and encouraged your stay for dinners. What can you say, you enjoyed it. Pretending to play the part of a loved one.

Who else did you have? 

Shaking those thoughts out of your head, you tossed everything into the pot.

By 6pm, both Andy and Laurie made their way to the dining table Jacob was helping set. He always listened to you, seeing you as a friend more than… well… whatever your role in the Barber family seemed to be. You noticed Andy’s eyes on you tonight. Typically he seemed to trace your every move when you two were alone, or when Laurie was too preoccupied to notice her husband’s persistent stare on your body. You pretend not to notice it, but in the back of your mind you knew it was because you never wanted him to stop. He was partially to blame, you reasoned. 

The vase of lilies sitting on your kitchen counter itched the back of your mind.You remember the day when Andy came home with two bouquets of flowers. Valentine’s Day. One bouquet of roses, and your bouquet of lilies. 

Beep! Beep! Beep! 

The sound of the timer you set earlier pulled you out of your thoughts, reminding you to take out the bite-size sandwiches you prepared along with the soup. Glancing at the table, Laurie was flipping through her magazine. Bringing the final plate to the table, you sat beside Jacob, across from Andy. The four of you ate in quiet as you avoided Andy’s gaze that seemed to flicker between you and Jacob, before inevitably settling on you. 

April

With a quick knock to the wood you waited for Jacob to open the door. It was half past 4pm and you were officially an hour late for your duty at the Barbers’. Your car decided to toy with your fate on the one day both your bosses come home later in the evening. Waiting for an answer, you knock again. After no response you start digging through your bag to find the spare key they had given you. After making quick work of the lock and head inside. 

“Jacob!” you call out. “Are you home?”. Walking into the kitchen you put your bag on the counter. You take out your phone to call him before-

“You’re late.” 

Jumping at the sudden voice, you turn to see Andy lounging on the couch, nursing his usual tumblr of whiskey.

What is he doing here in the middle of the day?

“Mr. Barber, I-” Andy slowly stands and lowers his drink to the coffee table before turning to take his first look at you. 

“Come take a seat. We have some things to discuss.” his response seemingly unbothered by your lack of punctuality. “Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble. Plus, I know it won’t happen again .” 

“Mr. Barber, I am so sorry about being late, this is the first time it happened, I promise it won’t happen again.” You rush out before you can stop yourself. He looks at you for a moment. “Would you like a drink?” He questions you.

“Oh.. I really shouldn’t. I need to get started on the cleaning, I know Laurie likes everything tidied early before the weekend.” 

“Don’t you worry about Laurie now, and you can take it downstairs with you.” He walks over to the beverage cart parked at the side of the family room. You stand there silently gawking at his back as you watch his muscles move beneath his shirt. Missing the smirk in the reflection of the window in front of him. Gotcha.  

Andy keeps his eyes on you as he walks over to where you’re frozen in your spot. Handing you the drink, his fingers just barely brush against yours. Looking up at him to offer a thanks, you find yourself lost in his blue eyes. Unable to break eye-contact, you take a couple sips to ease his mind. Wincing at the burn, you clear your throat before making your way to the basement entrance. 

Turning over your shoulder to take a final look at him, your head swarm from the movement. Suddenly appearing beside you, he grabs the drink from your sweaty hand and wraps his arms around you to keep you upright. “Careful there honey, can’t have you making a mess already.” 

You feel the skull-splitting ache making its way across your temples, making it hard to adjust to the light. Slowly your eyes started to flutter.

“What…?” You groan out. At first you try to open your eyes slowly, lifting your hand to shield the light away, only to feel your movement restrained by the cool metal digging into the flesh of your wrists. You jolt awake. 

“You should really take it easy right now, honey.” You shriek coarsely as Andy’s figure comes into sight. The stale taste of your drink fills your senses, the dryness making it hard to swallow to soothe your aching throat. He takes a step closer to come sit beside you on the modest queen-sized mattress. “The effects should start soon enough”. He continues casually.

“Mr. Barber why-“ You try to start, before you look down when you feel a tug on the tight string of the unfamiliar silk robe adorning your body. His hands remain at your waist, feeling the silk against your frame, his eyes trained on your body. You try not to squirm as you relish in the feeling of his warm palm resting against you. 

Why does it feel so good?

 “I think we have passed that point, no? It’s Andy to you, honey. A good little wife calls her husband by name, silly girl.” Chuckling as you gawk at him while he continues. 

His wife?

“Oh, don’t look so surprised, you know you had a hand in this. Staying over for hours cleaning and cooking for us. Is this why you quit your other job too?”

“I like to stay for Jacob” You muster out. It was pathetic really, how hot you were getting.

What was in that fucking drink?

“I’m the fool for not realizing how good you are for Jacob. For me.”

Looking past his large frame, you try to focus on the surrounding area. The concrete staircase at the far left entrance, a small table with a couple of chairs, a modest window near the ceiling that overlooked parts of the backyard, and a nightstand beside your bed. 

“HEY!” Andy’s voice boomed. His eyes softened at your startled expression, before gently cupping your face. “You won’t be down here long, honey. We just need to let the first cycle pass. Okay?”. 

Huh? 

The fire burning inside your belly only grows as your body shuts out his voice, and the only thing you feel is his fingers down your dewy neck, uncaring of how little the robe covered your modesty. He continues his trail before roughly cupping your now exposed breasts and greedily sucks at your nipple. A broken moan leaves your lips as his other hand pinches the other. 

“We are going to live happily ever after, Honey. I promise.” He bends down to whisper in your ear. Your head turns to look through the window again, finally met with the sight of the garden and its freshly planted lilies. “Whether you want it or not”.

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#dark!andy barber x reader #andy barber x reader #lyra's works

[geminixevans-stan]

Mob!Au! You’ve developed a rather… unconventional relationship with the head bartender of the lounge in your office building. At first, you’d began going just to take the edge off after work, have a quiet place to finish up the remainder of the day’s paperwork where no one would bother you. And Ari… well, he was a much needed bonus. He never charged you for drinks—not even when you forcibly left cash on the table, it always found its way back underneath your office door every morning.

“It’s my bar, sweetness,” he’d say. “I charge who I want.”

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Whew this was.... You know my love for this man like no other.

He Always Answers

Pairing: Ari Levinson x Mob!Female Reader

Words: 1.4k+

Warnings: 18+ DNI, Explicit language, mentions of death, teensy bit of thigh riding, Ari Levinson is a whole warning let's just go with it.

A/N: Issa submission for @boxofbonesfic The Monkey's Paw challenge. Congrats heffa on 7k! I hope you love this and if you don't, be gentle! I'm just a baby! Like, comment, & Reblog! I hope you guys love it as well! ♥

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The night couldn’t have come fast enough. Being the right hand of the city’s most powerful man wasn’t an easy feat to say the least.

There was always something happening and you were the one to clean up the messes and keep everything in order. As Always…

Days like this were always the same. Wake up, see who wanted to fuck with the boss, and to make sure all the numbers were straight.

Salvatore Meroni could have gotten anyone. But he trusted you.

You were sharp with a gun and able to break down any discrepancy in the books like it was nothing.

Yet the night was always your favorite time. A little bar just around the corner always called to you like you belonged there.

Sometimes it felt that way as your feet brought you to the buzzing establishment almost every night.

The drinks were top notch but if you were to tell the truth, the hands making the drinks were what you were really there for.

Ari Levinson was a sight to look at and every time that bell rang announcing your presence at the same time every night, you were greeted with a small smirk from him that only you were privy too.

You were such a predictable visitor as he would always have your first drink right at the same spot you always sat at.

A Manhattan with just the right amount of Whiskey always welcomed you first. You never could understand how he got it so perfect each time.

As the night would dwindle on, you would always find yourself watching Ari clean up as you sipped on the last drink of the night, taking in every part of him.

His brown locks were always feathered perfectly, framing his face while his neatly trimmed beard complimented his hair.

At some points, you could even see specks of red in his facial hair, a sight you only got to see if the light hit his face just right.

Ari was a walking sin and you would have been a fool to not want to indulge.

His bar was your safe haven from all the work that you had to do and then some. The night always ended with some flirting, you telling him that he should live a little.

To that his only response was, “I’ve lived enough gorgeous. I may accept that offer one day,” his baritone voice always comforting you.

Like he was right there…

The flirting would end and you would wait until his back was turned to slap a few bills, more than you owed, and bid him a goodnight.

When the morning came around and you got to your office door, those same bills would be nestled neatly in an envelope and a simple message written across it.

My bar, my rules…

He would never charge you. He felt that it was an insult to accept your money. His bar was spoken for and everyone knew it.

Of course your presence caused the more unsavory people to stay and for that, Ari was grateful to you.

Those were your nights. How you wished that maybe the days would be just as amazing.

You could do what Salvatore could do twice as better in half the time. Which is why he kept you around. But being his clean up girl was becoming a little daunting to say the least.

Without you, he couldn’t handle this city if he tried. A shame the priesthood couldn’t see it. There were days where you wish that you could be queen.

Wishful thinking…

Or was it? Because as you stand behind the glass door of the morgue, a lifeless Salvatore laying on the metal slab, you had to think life was playing a sick joke on you.

Salvatore Meroni died in his sleep, no foul play, just natural causes. It was bullshit to you because he was the healthiest man you knew.

Sure he was stupid but he was conscious about his health. He was you friend, so the lump forming in your throat wasn’t too out of the ordinary.

Funeral arrangements were quick and the priesthood could find no one better to oversee the large city but you.

Life had a funny way of playing with you and as you walk away from the many mourners at Salvatore’s grave site, there was nowhere you would rather be right now than in front of a perfect Manhattan.

The ride to the bar was a blur as your mind swarmed with excitement yet, guilt. You shouldn’t be happy at a time like this. Not when Salvatore was laying six feet under.

But you couldn’t help it. Everything that you wanted was now yours and a celebration was in order. For life and for your new throne to this city.

As the bell rang as you pushed open the door, you were met with an eerie silence.

No one was seated or having a drink and the lights were dimly lit. Your brow furrowed in confusion as you stepped in, closing the door slowly.

You scanned the entire bar, hoping to see if there was any sign of life. But what you did see was that perfect Manhattan in your designated spot.

Slow clapping met your ears as you jumped, grabbing your gun from your holster.

You shoulders sagged in relief the minute that you saw the clapping coming from Ari.

“I hear congratulations are in order gorgeous,” that same smirk meeting you as you stand still in the center of the bar.

Ari holds on his hand to you, beckoning you to come closer and your feet moved to his direction as if he was doing it all on his own.

The small of our back met the soft back of the stool, thick fingers wrapping around the slim stem of the Martini glass as Ari brings the rim of it to your lips.

As soon as the amber liquid slid over your tongue, you drank until there was no more left in the glass.

“That’s it, gorgeous, you earned all of it,” the gravely voice mixed with pride. You swiped your tongue across your lips, tasting the remnants that were left, while Ari makes you another drink.

News of your reign were still private, not even the who’s who knew about it.

So how did he know?

The thought entering your head and pushed back out the minute another glass was set in front of you and Ari right beside you.

You didn’t even know how he got around the bar so quick but the whiskey flooding your mind coerced you not to care.

The rim of the glass is placed near your lips and again and you drink, gulping down the contents again, just like the first.

“How did you know?” a playful smirk coming across your lips, “Been watching me Levinson?”

His chuckle came out smooth as he cupped your cheek with one of his hands, stroking his thumb across your skin, “Always gorgeous… It’s hard not to.”

You lean into his touch, wanting it more now that ever and he could sense it from how you rubbed your cheek against the calloused skin of his palm.

A deep growl rose from his throat, his other arm reaching over to pluck you from your seat and on to his lap.

You let out a surprised gasp at his strength, sighing the minute his nose hit your neck, inhaling you.

The expensive fabric of your skirt rose up, allowing him to seat you right on the thick muscle of his thigh, causing a choked groan to pass your lips.

“You smell delicious, gorgeous,” he groans against your skin as your shudder in hold, warmth blooming in your core as the thin material of your panties become soaked.

Ari steadies your hips with one hand, his fingers pressing into your hot skin as he rolls your hips over his jean clad thigh.

A moan catches in your throat as your wrap your arms around his neck, opening your eyes to see a darkness that you’ve never seen before.

But you don’t move or can’t move. The minute you set you sight on Ari’s dark eyes, you were entrance.

“Wh-What’s happening?” you croak out, dropping your head to his as the coil tightening in your core comes stronger than ever.

Ari ghosts his lips over yours, rolling your hips faster as a sinister smile spreads across his lips.

“Everything you asked for Gorgeous.”

Confusion and lust sweep over you as you pant heavily, “I didn’t… hnngh.. Ask you for anything,” sweat forms at your brow and the slight burning smell fills your nostrils,

The dam between your legs threatens to break and as you’re about to meet your end, a tight constriction squeezes at your throat.

You let out a struggled gasp as Ari’s chest rumbles with laughter, “You should be more careful who you pray to gorgeous. It might not be God who answers….”

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[thedarkplume]

Being roommates with your best friend isn’t all it’s cracked up to be—especially not when you have to hear him and his flavor of the week going at it through your obnoxiously thin bedroom walls. But it’s better to be his friend than to have your heart broken by being the next in a long line of flings. Isn’t it?

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AN: This is for @boxofbonesfic The Monkey's Paw 7k challenge! I loved this prompt, but full disclosure, that 1.5k word limit kicked my ass up and down the street! I had so much fun writing this though.

Warnings: soft!dark!reader, dubious consent, smut, mentions of noncon blood consumption, Bucky being a hoe and Reader not having it, swearing, thigh riding, handjob, oral (fem receiving), voodoo, and potions.

Disclaimer: ...I might not have understood the assignment?

Word Count: 1,499 (I became a certified editor last night/this morning)

i dream at night i can only see your face

Bucky Barnes x Black!Reader

You stood in your kitchen, staring at the innocuous strawberry cupcakes dubiously. Cupcakes mixed with a potion from the Book of Loa laced with your blood, courtesy of your sister’s go-to psychic, Clea. The entire affair was ridiculous. Completely stupid.

And yet, you went to Clea’s Psychic Readings that rainy afternoon because you were desperate to find some sort of resolution to Sunday night’s seduction failure. Your stomach churned and tears pricked your eyes. You loved Bucky Barnes. He was more than your best friend and roommate. He was your everything. But Bucky loved her.

Before she came along there was only one drawback to being roommates with Bucky--his one-night stands. Every Friday and Saturday night, he went out and came back with a different person. Sometimes a woman, sometimes a man. Each one more attractive than the last. You did your best to ignore it and pretend everything was fine on Sundays when you binge series with Steve, Bucky’s Corgi, sitting between you, and ordering too much takeout. Only in the darkness of your bedroom when the person Bucky brings home leaves do you grab your vibrator fucking yourself to the memories of Bucky’s moans.

Your tipping point came when he brought her home. Natasha. She was supposed to be a one-and-done, but to your dismay, Natasha spent the night and had breakfast with the two of you the next morning. You tried to ignore the unease you felt watching them joke and laugh with one another and exchange kisses when they thought you weren’t looking. The one-night stands stopped and Natasha remained.

“I can’t explain it, doll,” Bucky said one morning after walking her to her car. “Natasha’s not like the others.”

You knew Natasha was different. Her clothes had a special drawer in Bucky’s dresser. Her makeup and perfume lined the sink in his bathroom. Natasha was different from the others. Even when she was gone her presence still lingered in the home you and Bucky shared.

The Sunday ‘it’ happened, you made all of Bucky’s favorite foods. He picked The Woman In The House Across The Street From The Girl In The Window. It felt like old times, before Natasha and the threat of losing Bucky loomed over your head. You waited until you were both past the point of tipsy and excused yourself. Trembling in nerves and excitement, you changed into your favorite lingerie, crotchless panties, and stockings.

Bucky’s eyes stretched open widely when he saw you. The beer he was holding in his metal hand shattered. “Wha—what’s happening?”

He was still gaping at you when you straddled his lap and put your arms around his neck. “Just doing something I wish I was brave enough to do before.”

“Doll, we shouldn’t.” But he made no attempts to move you off him. You grabbed his flesh hand and brought it down over your ass until he was touching the jeweled end of your plug. “Fuck,” he whispered, throwing his head back struggling to maintain his control. “We can’t.”

“Yes, we can.” You leaned forward to suck and nibble at his jawline. The taste of Bucky’s skin was better than your fantasies. You slowly started to grind your pussy against his thigh. “She doesn’t need to know.” You reached inside Bucky’s pajamas. He was hot and heavy in your hand. You could barely wrap your fingers around him. He closed his eyes groaning as you used the hot dribbles from his slit to slick up his shaft. You wanted so badly to sit on his cock. “She can’t make you feel like this. None of them can.” Whether it was to shut you up or just giving in, Bucky turned to you, kissing you for the first time. You worked your hips faster, feeling like you would come from just the taste of his mouth. His metal hand gripped your hair, pulling your head back so that he could kiss and suck on your neck. “Oh, Bucky! Just like that,” you moaned, working your hand a little faster on his cock.

“Fuck, fuck!” You pulled back to watch the way his back bowed off the couch as he came all over your fingers. You followed quickly, soaking his thigh. But you couldn’t enjoy the afterglow because Bucky grabbed your face, making you look at him. “What just happened can never happen again. I love Natasha and I want to marry her.”

You felt sickened. He couldn’t tell you this before he let you get him off? The rest was a blur. You know you threw up. You might have slapped Bucky. But you vividly remembered crying yourself to sleep.

You successfully avoided Bucky for a week and he was either considerate or cautious enough to keep Natasha away. Steve was constantly by your side, letting you soak his fur with your tears. You were miserable and it was only your sister demanding you get off your ass and visit Clea did you feel something besides anger, hatred, and the burning need to do something.

“There’s someone I love,” you told her. “I don’t want to love him anymore. I want to be free.”

Clea tapped her peach nails against her mug. “No.”

"Excuse me?"

“You don’t want to be free because you don’t want to stop loving him. You want him to love you the way you love him.”

Which was why you were $100 poorer and staring down twelve cupcakes. You wanted Bucky to love you, but you could never live with yourself if you forced him. You had only a second to mourn your lost money before dumping the box of tainted desserts.

Bucky came home a few hours later, surprised, and relieved to see you in the living room. He rushed to your side, holding your hands as he kept apologizing.

“Bucky, please, don’t apologize.” Your nose tingled, signaling the start of tears. “I should’ve been honest with you. I do love you, and I would give anything to be in Natasha’s place. But I’m not and it’s okay. It might take a while for me to stop loving you, but all I want is for you to be happy. Even if it’s not with me.”

“Do you mean that?”

“Yes.” Bucky grabbed you in his arms, hugging you tightly. “I brought food from Vicki’s. We can watch another show and put this thing behind us.” Being in his arms again made you wish you were brave enough to act on the violent fantasies you had about Natasha. You picked All Of Us Are Dead on Netflix and split an ultimate nachos plate.

Afterward, Bucky offered to clean up. Your belly full and your heart lighter, you texted your sister. She was NOT pleased you wasted your money and Clea’s time but was mollified when you finally created that Tinder account. You drifted asleep after matching with a 6’6 auburn-haired Veterinarian with gorgeous blue eyes and double sleeve tattoos.

You woke later to a warm, tingling sensation between your legs. You mumbled, moving around to get away and get closer to the feeling. Your eyes shot open as you came with a cry. You panted heavily, propping up on your elbows. You were naked and there was an equally naked man between your legs suckling your clit.

“Fuck, doll, should’ve done this Sunday.”

Frantically, you reached towards your nightstand knocking over your Dasani. You clicked on the lamp. “BUCKY?” you grabbed his face, gently tugging him away from your throbbing core. His mouth and chin were streaked in your cream. “What are you doing?” you whimpered when he pulled his fingers out of you with a squelching pop.

Bucky crawled up your body, your greedy eyes taking in every inch of bare skin. “I can’t hold back any longer. You’re mine and I’m yours.” He hooked one of your legs over his shoulder as he lined himself up with your entrance.

“Bucky, wait!”

“I made you wait long enough.” He surged forward, his thick cock sinking inside you, stretching you, for the first time erased your hesitation.

Tears lined your eyes as you met him thrust for delicious thrust. You pulled him down to you, his forehead pressed against yours as he stared into your eyes. Bucky was yours. BUCKY was YOURS. You came undone around him, screaming his name for the neighbors to hear. You spread your legs wider, letting him slide deeper inside you as you clenched rhythmically around him until you felt him fill you up. He kissed you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue and—

You pulled back. “Bucky, did you eat those cupcakes I threw out?”

“Yeah, they tasted almost as good as you.” Bucky pulled out of you, already hard again. He turned you around positioning you on your hands and knees, kneeling to slurp his come out of you. “I love you, doll.” And you would make him prove it by letting you watch him take care of Natasha.

“I love you, too.”

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