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plaid-shirtsandvibranium-arms · 3 years

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The thing? Do it.

I did it. I also made it worse. Side note, I adore you and I'm glad we're friends. Thank you for gifting me with this plot and this absurdly long drabble is my gift back to you. It's the darkest I've ever written but I've also made myself weep over the plot.

READ THE FUCKING WARNINGS!!

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This is still part of my 1.5k followers celebration. Requests are closed, but I am making my way through the rest of the requests that came in. These are all posted in my One Shot Masterlist.

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Pairing: Serial Killer!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY DARK SMUT CONTENT. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. forced captivity, abduction, intense Stockholm Syndrome, trauma, isolation, prescription drugs, domestic abuse, ANGST, unprotected sex, depression, serial killing, murder-suicide, major character deaths

Word Count: 3.1K (drabble? idk. who gives a shit)

It was too bright. Your eyes squinted against the glare of the afternoon sun that was shining through the tall open windows as you shifted around the too plush sofa. No matter what you did you just couldn’t get used to all this comfort.

“I told you the little window was too high for you to reach, doll. Now you got yourself hurt for not listening,” Bucky said as he wrapped your sprained ankle carefully. You flinched as he squeezed the sore spot, the old mattress squeaking beneath you from the movement.

“I just wanted a bit of sun and fresh air. Please can’t we go outside? Even just for a little while?”

He sighed at your pleading before he stood up and pulled the rope from his back pocket. Your eyes widened in horror and you shook your head rapidly as you scampered away from him. You shrieked in pain as he pulled you back by your injured foot.

“I really don’t wanna tie you up again, doll, but I got no choice. It’s for your own safety.”

Struggling was useless against him as he made quick work of securing your wrists against the headboard. He tied down your leg too but thankfully left the injured one free so he could prop it up on a pillow. He brushed your hair away from your face as you cried, kissing each tear that ran down your cheeks. He smiled sadly down at you. You had been doing so well, but he believed that this was just a minor setback.

“Just be a good girl for me and I’ll take them off again.”

You flinched at the sound of your name. It was too loud. Even with the thick walls and the closed windows you could still hear the traffic from outside, the chattering of passersby, the soft music from the waiting room just outside the door. You’ve spent years in almost complete silence, the only other voice you’ve heard was his and was always in low gruff whispers.

“You’re so beautiful like this, doll,” he whispered every chance he got but more frequently when he was losing himself in your body. “You’re taking my cock so well. You’re made for me.”

“Am I doing good, Bucky?”

“So good, doll,” he grunted as he made his thrusts deeper. “You’re doing so good for me.”

You tried to focus your eyes on the professional looking woman sitting in front of you. You tried to force a small smile on your face to ease the deep worried furrow on her brow. She sighed as she made notes on her pad like she usually does.

“You spaced out for a bit there. Have you been taking your medication?”

You frowned. You hated those pills. You hated how they made your mind muddled and sharper at the same time. You hated how it made you focus on what was your reality now but most of all you hated how it made you start to forget about him.

“Yes, of course. I’m just tired,” you lied.

It has been nearly a year now since you returned home. A year of reunions with a tearful family that you were separated from. A year of medical examinations where they found you physically perfectly healthy. A year of you going to therapy in this room that felt far too warm.

Six years.

You were told more than you recalled for yourself what your old life was, who your family and friends were. You honestly didn’t even know it had been that long. There was no clock or calendar and over time the days just blended together for you. There was nowhere to go either aside from within the four walls of the dark cold basement. There was only the anxious waiting for him to visit you and even now you kept looking to the door hoping that he would walk through it.

“It’s normal to feel angry about what you have been put through. What you endured were inhuman conditions.”

Angry? Were you really angry? Yes, you were but it’s not for the reasons everybody assumed. You were angry that he had given you back. You were angry that unlike all the other girls, you weren’t killed. You were angry that he had broken his promise to you.

“Bucky?” you said softly as you ran a hand over his wide bare chest.

“What is it, doll?” he murmured as he pulled your naked form closer to his, pulling your hand up to press small kisses on your palm and to soothe the fading remnants of rope burns on your wrists.

“Can you do me a favor?”

He raised himself on his elbow to peer down at you with a gentle smile on his face. He leaned down to kiss you softly on the lips. You had never asked anything from him since you had accepted this life with him. You had been his good wife since then, always grateful for whatever he gave you.

“Anything for you, doll. Anything to make you happy.”

“If you get sick of me,” you started. You swallowed the lump in your throat as a frown marred his beautiful face. You rubbed your thumb against the crease in his brow, hating yourself for causing him grief. “If you get sick of me, promise me that you’ll kill me.”

Bucky physically recoiled from you, shocked at your unusual request. He’s told you about the others; the failures, the ones who lacked, the ones who fought too much, the ones who tried to escape. He had killed them all without a second thought because they weren’t perfect.

But you were.

“Promise me that you won’t let me go back there. I don’t want to go back there. Promise me that you will let me die knowing what real love is.”

“Why are you saying this, doll?”

“Promise me that you’ll let me die with you.”

A year of being surrounded by people who were trying their best to shower you with love and support, but you’ve never felt lonelier. You’ve felt more isolated now than you ever did when you only had Bucky because he was enough. He was always enough.

“Did you have a good session, sweetheart?”

The sickly sweet tone of your mother made you wince as you came out to the waiting room. To anyone else it sounded concerned and softly encouraging, but you knew better. Only you could hear the tinge of expectation in her voice. You sat silently in the backseat as your father drove you all home.

“You know the newspapers called again today.”

There it was. The only reason that your parents tolerated you right now when you were practically useless to them. That part you recalled perfectly for yourself when you returned. You remembered how your father was an abusive drunk and your mother was a vicious gambler. Meanwhile you were juggling as many jobs as you could to pay for college and to make sure you all didn’t starve. You worked yourself to the bone and still you came home to a beating and lashing words.

Missing woman escapes serial killer.

The papers and the news went crazy upon your return. The cops finally found a lead in you and they realized that you were the reason why the serial killer they were tracking went dormant suddenly for six years after leaving a trail of unsolved murders. Every talk show, magazine, and news blog suddenly wanted to interview the survivor. Your parents could make a fortune just from you telling your story. There were talks of a book deal too.

But you didn’t talk.

You refused all the interviews. You barely talked to the police and your therapist. You couldn’t betray Bucky like that, but most of all what would you even say? How could you tell anyone how incredibly lonely you felt without him? How could anyone understand that all you wanted was to be back with Bucky? That you ached painfully to be back in his arms. How could you say that you didn’t feel lucky for escaping? That you didn’t even actually escape. That you wouldn’t call yourself a survivor. That you hated the fact that you were alive.

You felt discarded.

You felt betrayed.

You felt heartbroken.

“What he did to you was not love.”

That’s what your therapist said. That’s what everyone had been saying. How dare they? How dare they say that what you and Bucky had was not love? Was this love then? Was it sobbing until you could hardly breath, until your chest constricted painfully, until the agony exhausted you enough to sleep? Was it the pitiful looks you got from the townspeople as they whispered behind your back about how messed up you must be while they tell you how brave you are to your face? Was it the biting sting of a fresh slap from your father because you weren’t recovering fast enough? Was it the clenching pain in your empty stomach after your mother sent you to bed again with no dinner because you were being an ungrateful bitch for refusing to do interviews? Was it the recurring theme of you not being good enough?

Was that love?

Bucky never made you feel like you weren’t good enough. Not once did he make you feel that you were anything less than perfect to him. You were his gal. His doll. His perfect wife. The love of his life. He showered you with praise, affection, and absolutely doted on you. He also never hurt you senselessly. He never hurt you without reason. It was always for your protection, for your own safety and he was always quick to apologize and soothe you afterwards.

That was love.

You were sure of it, but as you clutched your wedding band in your fist and held it close to your chest you couldn’t help feeling like you were losing your faith. The tears flowed again to further wet the pillow, silently this time but even heavier now in your chest. Why would he let you go? The same question that plagued you for the last year ran through your head once more as you fell into a fitful sleep.

Sleep for you was more like a thick muddy oblivion since your return, but it was a welcome reprieve. It was the only way you could see him again. It was the only way you could see your life again by his side. It was the only way you could hear his voice.

“I’m here now, doll.”

The tears slipped through your closed eyes as a longing smile curved your lips. You missed him terribly. You whimpered as you felt the ghost of his touch on your cheek, the familiar rough texture of his palm offering the comfort you had been seeking. You fought the pull of your consciousness, begging to remain in the peaceful darkness but his voice continued to call out to you. Slowly, your tired eyes fluttered open but surely you were still sleeping or hallucinating.

“Bucky?” you whispered, careful not to allow the hope in your heart to get too loud.

He smiled at you, that boyish smile that was your favorite on him. “I’m here. It’s me.”

All drowsiness in you vanished as you flung yourself onto him, clinging tightly in fear that he would suddenly vanish and the loneliness would take over once more. You cried into his neck, your breathing ragged as you tried to take up as much of his scent as you could and your fingers digging into his back. You protested as he pulled you off gently, cooing at you sweetly that it was okay. He wasn’t going anywhere. He would not leave you.

“I just wanna look at you, doll. I missed your face.”

He held your face carefully in both hands as if you were made of glass, his thumbs smoothing the tear tracks on your cheeks. His eyes were swimming with guilt, seeing you like this broke his very spirit and it was his fault. He swore he thought he was only doing what was best for you. He thought he was doing the right thing. Isn’t that what you were supposed to do? That if you love someone then you set them free.

“I love you,” he said, his voice cracking as his own misery of being apart from you started to pour. “I’m so sorry, baby. I thought you would be happier.”

“I’m not,” you whimpered. “Why would you throw me away?”

“No! No, doll. No,” he muttered repeatedly as he planted urgent kisses all over your distressed expression. “It wasn’t like that. I didn’t want to. I didn’t mean to. I’m so sorry. I love you.”

It hurt him to let you go. It hurt him to leave your unconscious body in a parked cop car, careful to tuck the blanket close to you so you wouldn’t get cold. It hurt him to call that same police station and notify them of your return, ordering them to make sure you were treated with the utmost care. Most of all it hurt him to see the sadness and betrayal on your beautiful face every damn day for the last year from a distance. He let you go, but he never left you alone. He couldn’t bear to, but he also couldn’t just show himself to you. He had to let you get the chance at a normal life. A life he couldn’t give you. A life he thought you deserved.

He hesitated, chewing on the inside of his lip as he went back and forth, before he gingerly pressed a kiss against your lips. He pulled away immediately, afraid that you would reject him after how he had hurt you but you closed the gap and molded your lips firmly against his. You choked on a sob as the kiss deepened, sagging against him as the relief flooded you at finally being able to taste him again. He tugged you closer, urgently now as the need to be as close to you as possible became his only thought.

I’m sorry.

I love you.

He whispered between sloppy kisses, your heartbeats syncing as they built into a crescendo while you tore at each other’s clothes. Your own mind was solely focused on reacquainting yourself with Bucky. You didn’t think about the risk of your parents waking up and walking in on you both. You didn’t register the dark red wetness on his clothes before you took them off or the light splattering of the same on his collarbone. You didn’t register the hard clanging of his knives as they fell to the floor, staining the wood in crimson.

He laid you beneath him, blazing a trail down your body with his mouth. He pawed, gripped, smacked, and pulled at every dip and curve that he had missed. He’s only had the memory of your pliant body beneath him to warm his nights and just feeling you rubbing against him almost made him come undone.

“I need to taste you, baby.”

He pushed himself further down until he could dive his face into your weeping cunt, groaning at your familiar sweet taste. His tongue and his mouth made you know exactly how he felt; delirious with unleashed desire, hungry for your pleasure, determined to make up for lost time. He knew your body, trained it even to respond to him at his will. It wasn’t long until his expert mouth tossed you off the edge and sent you screaming into your first orgasm.

You were still in the throes of your release when he raised himself to spear into you and immediately started a relentless pace, cursing loudly at how your walls were clenching tightly around him. He pounded into you with purpose, desperate thrusts and frantic fingers on your aching clit that sought to remind you that only he could make you feel this good.

“Cum for me, my good girl,” he grunted as he railed into you, snapping his hips hard until you spasmed uncontrollably beneath him and drowned his thighs in your release.

You completely lost in your pleasure and your fluttering walls around him dragged him viciously into his own climax, flooding your cunt with his spend with a guttural growl. He held you close after, pumping in deeply into you to keep you full of his cum and his cock as he kissed you.

It was the most restful sleep that you have had in the last year. His seed sticky on your thighs and your cunt sore from the activities, but you had never felt more at peace than you did now. Bucky watched you as you slept, tracing your features with a gentle finger and smiling softly at how gorgeous you were to him.

Steve had left to be with the love of his life and it had propelled Bucky to find that for himself too. His best friend leaving made him realize that he was incomplete, that he longed for someone to be his person too. Someone who would never leave him. It was a difficult process of trial and error until he found you. He found the love of his life. He finally found his person.

He lifted himself, silently moving to roll you flat on your back and straddled your hips. He lovingly brushed your hair away from your face, a quiet tear rolling down his cheek as he again regretted how he had hurt you. His hands came up to tenderly circle your throat, his metal arm glinting in the darkness alongside the wedding band he wore that was identical to yours. As his grip on your throat tightened and your breathing grew constricted, he saw the corner of your lips curl up in a grateful smile.

“Thank you,” you whispered, your eyes opening momentarily to get one last look at him before they started to glaze over. “I love you, Bucky.”

“I love you, doll.”

His hands twisted in a practiced way and the sharp crack of your neck echoed through the silence of the night as he finally fulfilled his promise to you. He kissed you one last time before he got off you, grabbing his gun from the discarded pile of his belongings.

You were everything to him. He would do anything for you. No one would hurt you now. Not your fake friends. Not your parents. Not even him. He laid down next to you, smiling at you with all the love that was bursting out of his chest and pressing the barrel of the gun against his temple.

This was the end of the line.

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sunshinebuckybarnes · 3 years

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Once again I have read a hell of a lot this month and I'm blaming that on you lot being far too talented that I can't help myself!

Make sure you check out all these fabs stories and give them some love! ✨🥰

The tags last time were a bit iffy so I've organised this one by author instead!

* = series or multi-part fic

✨ @sagechanoafterdark

Hold me closer (Bucky x reader)

✨ @firefly-in-darkness

Life on hold (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Out of love (Sam Wilson x Reader)

✨ @jobean12-blog

After the show (Bucky x reader (Rockstar!Bucky AU)

Tag! You’re it (Bucky x reader)

Attached (Bucky x reader)

The view at the zoo (Bucky x reader)

All shook up (Bucky x Reader)

✨ @navybrat817

Best man (Soft!Dark Bucky Barnes x Female Reader)

Silver and grey (Bucky Barnes x Female Reader x Winter Soldier)

Hands to myself (Chris Beck x Female Reader)

*Visible mark (Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Steve Rogers x Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Female Reader x Steve Rogers)

Don’t make a sound (Steve Rogers x female reader)

✨ @tuiccim

*The coupon book (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

*The Geneva convention bed and breakfast (Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Reader x Frank Castle x Billy Russo)

✨ @lex-the-flex

*War of hearts (Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x reader)

White noise (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Milk and honey (Ikaris the Eternal x reader)

✨ @kalesrebellion

*Whispers of the past (Bucky Barnes x reader)

✨ @angrythingstarlight

Pierced through and through (TFAWS Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Cool you down, heat you up (Fireman!Bucky x Reader)

*Just one taste (Beefy Bucky x reader)

As long as I can breathe (Beefy!Bucky x Reader)

Trust me, honey (Mafia lawyer Andy x Reader)

✨ @honeysucklesteve

Stranded (dadsbestfriend!bucky x reader)

Sweet & salty (fuckboy!biker!bucky x reader)

Fade out (dark!serialkiller!bucky barnes x reader)

Golden boy (roommate!steve x reader)

When world’s collide (roommate!bucky x reader x mickey Henry)

Menage a trois (fuckboy!bucky x reader x professor!Steve)

Innocence (priest!bucky x reader)

✨ @world-of-aus

*Stark Hub - The captain, the soldier and their good girl (Pornstar!Bucky x Pornstar!Reader)

✨ @babyboibucky

*The match (CEO!Bucky x Reader)

✨ @barnessupremacy

107 (Soft Bucky x female reader)

✨ @buckycuddlebuddy

Pour some sugar on me (rockstar!bucky barnes x virgin!reader)

*Trilogy (fuckboy!bucky barnes x reader)

✨ @sweeterthanthis

*Something old, something new (Stepdad!Bucky x 18+!Female Reader)

Bad habits (Lee Bodecker x F!Reader)

Rendezvous (Stepdad!Bucky x 18+F!Reader)

✨ @wkemeup

*Play pretend (bucky x reader)

✨ @river-soul

The wedding date (Bucky x reader)

Peaches and cream (Bucky x Reader)

A tender heart (Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader)

✨ @blackvelvetbarnes

Blackbird’s lullaby (Bucky Barnes x reader)

✨ @holacia2

My voice (Bucky Barnes x reader)

*Friends (Ransom Drysdale x reader)

✨ @bemine-bucky

Already gone (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

✨ @vampy-doll

*Bride of Soldat (Bucky Barnes x reader)

✨ @msmarvelwrites

Eat it up (Bucky x Reader)

✨ @syntheticavenger

*Time to run (Mob Boss! Steve Rogers x Female Reader)

Good girl (Trucker! Steve Rogers x Female Reader)

Some assembly acquired (Steve Rogers x reader)

*Moment’s silence (Dark! Andy Barber x Female Reader & Frank Adler x Female Reader)

Birthday girl (Andy Barber x Female Reader)

✨ @sweetlyscared

Seed (Dark!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader)

Underwater (Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader)

You found me (Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader)

✨ @belladonnabarnes

Puttin roots in my dreamland (Steve Rogers x reader)

✨ @jurassicbarnes

Recording (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Yes, Mrs Barber (Andy Barber x Reader)

✨ @americasass81

Did you think I wouldn’t find you (Steve Rogers x reader)

✨ @marvelmaree

Indifference (Gray!Sam Wilson x Black Reader)

Late nights (Gray!Sam Wilson x Black Reader x Gray!Bucky Barnes)

✨ @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

*Life after snowpiercer (Curtis Everett x You)

*Owned sinfully sweet (Mob!Steve x You x Mob!Bucky)

✨ @autumnrose40

A little gift (Curtis Everett/Female Reader)

✨ @diorcevans

One night stand (andy barber x fem!reader)

✨ @infernal-fire

Love, at first sight (Ransom x you)

✨ @stargazingfangirl18

Caught (Ransom Drysdale x Reader)

Duress (Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader; Andy Barber x Fem!Reader)

✨ @wanderinglunarnights

For real (Ari Levinson x you/female reader)

✨ @fineanddandy

Let’s be roomies / Baby girl (Ari Levinson x black!reader)

✨ @chrissquares

Together (Steve Rogers x f!Reader x Bucky Barnes)

✨ @the-iceni-bitch

Accidents happen (Ransom Drysdale x fem!Reader)

✨ @drabblewithfrannybarnes

Habeas copulateus (Andy Barber x wife!(female)reader)

✨ @lokiscollar

All silver & gold (Sugar Daddy!Bucky x Reader)

#im so sorry if ive missed anything #but the last few days have been hectic #as always i adore you all #fic rec #fic recommendation #may fic rec #bucky barnes #steve rogers #ari levinson #lee bodecker #ransom drysdale #andy barber #sam wilson #curtis everett #chris beck

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paroxysmss · 3 years

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Funky Town

Summary: Funky town.

Pairing: Serialkiller!Bucky x SerialkillerFem!Reader

Words: 1.8k

Warning(s): torture, fluff, blood, gore, and swearing

A/N: I had way too much fun with this oneshot/drabble! i hope you enjoy! Also, requests are open :D

Gotta make a move to a town that's right for me

Town to keep me movin'

Keep me groovin' with some energy

His pleads were drowned by the suffocating music, the crackling radio echoing through the barren halls, the faint voice sounding like a distant whisper. He screamed into the rag that was stuffed into his mouth and used as a gag, his body convulsing as the knife sliced another cut into his skin.

"Someone ought to teach you some respect," A sweet voice chirped behind him, a soft hand caressing his bruised cheek. He flinched at her touch, and she frowned, "This isn't any way to treat your guests."

A muffled cry was his response.

"Do you not like our company?" She pressed, her brow furrowed. She leisurely traced the bone structure of his face, and his eyes widened when she plunged her nail into an open cut, twisting, "I thought we were mighty fine guests this evenin'. I guess we gotta learn some new manners."

She slowly turned her finger, digging deeper with her nail until she hit the base of his skull. He whimpered pathetically, and she looked at him with a false adoration. "I suppose we all have some rust to dust off, Mr. Smith," She said with a mischievous grin. She popped her nail out and eagerly sucked on her finger, tasting the metallicity of his blood. She tightened the restraints on his wrist, and he whimpered, his eyes frantically glancing at the man who stood in the shadows.

"M sorry 'bout him." She whispered suddenly, both her hands resting on his stuttering shoulders, "It was his idea to keep you here alive."

Bucky's back faced them, and she giggled at the thought of him taking care of this piece of shit. Initially, (Y/N) had ignored the wolf-whistle and comment, continuing to strut her way to work. But, it had become a regular occurrence, the same man sweetly calling out to her every morning, commenting on her appearance and her weight, trying his best to get her number without having to put an effort. She didn't mind, but it set her on edge each morning, only having to escalate when he began to insult her.

Whore.

A tease.

Dumb bitch.

Bucky hadn't known of their encounters until (Y/N) came home crying. Her pretty eyes, bloodshot and makeup smeared, mascara running in streaks across her cheeks. Bucky hated seeing her cry, and he insisted she tells him everything. And she did. Bucky's blood boiled at the thought of another man looking at his girl and talking to her like that.

So he did what any reasonable man would do.

He dragged (Y/N) along to show him where this scum lived, then shot him.

(Y/N)'s heart fluttered at the memory. She watched how Bucky easily dragged the cat-caller to the cellar; tying him up in a chair was unbelievable ease.

She practically swooned when he asked if she wanted to join him.

She fluttered happily into the room, where she was now, watching as Bucky's fist connected with the man's jaw, his metal arm exposed and bloody hammer in hand. Blood matted the man's hair, smearing his forehead and leaking down the side of his face.

"Baby," (Y/N) rounded the man, practically skipping into her husband's side. He had a scowl on his face, blue eyes dark, and he peered over his shoulder. His bloodied hand slipped around her waist when she pressed into him, flushing their bodies together.

Her head bobbed to the music, humming as Funky Town hit the chorus. Bucky fiddled with a wrench, his knuckles torn and bruised, and she frowned at the thought of having to do more laundry. She remembered scolding Bucky for getting blood and dirt on his nice jeans the other day, having killed some hitchhiker in a fight. Burying the body was a hassle, although she didn't do any of the work. Bucky would never let her ruin her innocence and demanded she stay on the lookout or supply refreshments instead.

So when he invited her in, stating she rightfully deserved to watch this scum suffer, she happily agreed. Blood and gore wasn't her style, you could say, but she enjoyed the show just like all the other times.

(Y/N) clasped her hands together, excited, examining each torture instrument meticulously laid out on the table. Bucky reached for the hunting knife, but she batted him away. A playful smirk tugged at her lips, and he cocked an eyebrow, waiting for her to choose.

"I thought you didn't like gettin' your hands dirty, kitten." He commented when she picked up a baseball bat, inspecting it with care.

She feverishly giggled, patting the bat, "I do," she protested but faltered when Bucky scoffed, "Ok, maybe you're right. But I don't want to pass up a chance to exterminate another low life infecting our town."

The man cried out at the word exterminate; muffled desperation snuffed out when Bucky turned to him with that death stare. The man visibly shrunk back, and Bucky grabbed the hammer he had been using, stalking over.

Bucky roughly grabbed the man's chin, forcing him to watch as Bucky slammed the hammer into his kneecap. The man yelled in pain, and tears spilled from the catcallers eyes. He rapidly shook his head, tugging at the tight restraints bounding his body to the chair.

Bucky went to take out his other knee, his blue eyes dark and gaze deadly. (Y/N)'s soft touch brought Bucky back to reality, and she kissed his shoulder. He turned to her, momentarily forgetting the man, and the rage that flamed in chest simmered. She cupped his face and gently kissed him, and his breathing evened out.

Bucky deepened the kiss when she tried to pull away, his bloodied hands pulling her hips toward his. She smiled into the kiss, teeth-baring, and his tongue slipped into her mouth when she giggled, fighting for dominance. He chuckled at how quickly she became submissive, letting him assault her mouth with his tongue.

Her eyes were big and glossy when she peeled away, her hands planted on his chest, kneading the fabric of his shirt. "He isn't worth our time, Baby." She whined, kissing him again, "I want to go out. Let's go to that cafe, Buck. You always said you want to try new places 'cause you were getting tired of bar food."

Bucky glanced at the man, reproachful, wishing to torture him more. He deserved all the pain he was receiving, and Bucky wanted him to feel what his baby felt when she came home crying. His jaw clenched, and she guided his gaze back to hers, pleading and doleful, easily convincing him and submitting to her wishes.

"You know I can't resist you, doll," Bucky growled, nipping at her ear. She gasped, completely flushing herself into him. He traced her jawline with his nose, and she hummed when soft kisses peppered at her neck.

She rubbed his biceps, carefully tracing the muscles, "Hurry up, baby. I know how long it takes to clean up, and I don't want to be late."

Bucky grinned into her skin, "I'll make it quick, I promise."

She smiled and reluctantly pulled away, her mind racing through different outfit possibilities as she left the cellar. Bucky watched as she slipped out, waiting to hear her footsteps go up the stairs before turning back to the man.

"Well," Bucky said, caging the man in his arms, "You heard the pretty lady, I gotta make this quick, so consider yourself lucky."

The man frantically shook his head, and Bucky's grip tightened on the hammer. He frowned as the man relentlessly squirmed, the adrenaline kicking into overdrive. Bucky reached out and grabbed his face with his metal hand, stilling him.

Wide eyes stared at Bucky as he tongued his bottom teeth in concentration. Then, a wicked grin slowly etched on his face when terror shone in the man's features.

His grip tightened, and the man winced, "Ya know," Bucky drawled, tilting his head to the side to get a better look as if a hunter inspecting its prey. Bucky threw the catcaller's face when he was pleased and steeled himself, bouncing the hammer in his hand, excited.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, and his eyes bulged out of his head when Bucky raised the hammer.

Bucky smirked, "You'd look prettier if you smiled more."

#bucky x female reader #bucky barnes #bucky x you #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #james buchanan barnes #james bucky barnes #bucky imagine #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes imagine

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slothspaghettiwrites · 3 years

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okay but now you've got me thinking about SerialKiller!Stucky - what's their preferred weapons? What's their respective modus operandi? I picture Steve flirting, drawing you in, asking if you wanna see his dog-

Let's get into this

Steve

Steve, despite his big size, is pretty shy. He's a killer of convenience. When he feels the desire to watch the life drain from someone, he starts hunting. He is very sweet, people at bars trust him easily. It makes finding a victim simple, they are all quick to ask him home. He likes the intimacy of killing them in their their safe place. Steve strangles his victims. He's got big hands, it's almost easy. He likes watching the blood drain from their face, like listening to them draw their last breath. It's such a thrill watching them transition from life to death. He is organized after the fact. He cleans up the scene to not leave too much evidence, he doesn't leave the same way he comes in if he can.

The drives home to his apartment with Bucky always build up the adrenaline. He doesn't kill near his home, would rather go to a bar on Staten Island than a place near their apartment. The drive helps amps him up some. When he crosses the Brooklyn Bridge into he is already buzzing out of his skin. Sex with Bucky after a kill is always extra - hungrier, sloppier, and harder. That's nearly as addictive as the kill it's self.

Bucky

Bucky is very organized, plans quite a lot more than Steve. He has to know his target before he picks them up from somewhere. He's got a little murder board that Steve thinks is cute. Bucky stalks his chosen victims, learns all their routines, and obsesses over them. It's all apart of the thrill.

Once he picks someone, he takes them home. He keeps the victims in the basement. Bucky likes watching people cry and bleed. He is not quick about it, will draw out the whole affair. Each victim is savoured like a fine wine, each cut a delicious sip. The fear filled whimpers always get him hard, he doesn't even clean up before he grabs Steve.

All of Bucky's kills get given cement shoes and dumped into Jamaica Bay. He gets real remorseful and filled with guilt during their "funerals". Steve helps him clean up and dispose of the evidence. After a kill, Bucky is very "soft", needs to be cuddled and taken care of to get back on his feet. His whole experience is very emotionally driven and exhaustive.

#sloth asks #aliitvodeson #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky #dark #dark fic #serial killers!stucky #stucky serial killer au #serial killer au #tw serial killers

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vanillanaps · 3 years

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Vampire!Bucky, Mafia!Bucky, Clown!Bucky, Vampire!Bucky … dark!serialkiller!bucky

Vampire!Bucky, Mafia!Bucky 👍🏼

Clown!Bucky, Dark!serialkiller!Bucky 👎🏼

#I don’t read dark fics!!#also what is the different between the mafia and the mob shjskssk

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thestuckylibrary · 6 years

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Hi there! I briefly looked through the tags but didn't come up with anything. Are there any Serial Killer!Steve fics out there? I know there are tons of Bucky but I am coning up empty looking for any where Steve is the killer. Thanks!

we do have a tag for that: SerialKiller!Steve :)

#mod julia #mockingjaybeevicious

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noctumbra · 3 years

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𝒇𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕

summary ─ you were a trouble. you were a walking sin. that was okay, though. james knew how to deal with problems like yourself.

pairing ─ dark!serialkiller!bucky barnes x reader

warnings ─ DARK FIC, smut, +18, slight dub con, explicit murder scene, major character death, rough sex, mean!bucky, degradition, name calling, alcohol consumption, pussy slapping, shitty smut lol, bucky is stuck up on morality (?) aka he doesn't like when women show some skin off because he thinks it's wrong, mentions of rape (didn't happen), biblical references??

a/n ─ hellooo! this is one of those rare times where i write dark fic lmao, this is my entry for @bitchassbucky 's 2K writing challenge. my prompt is "if you're reading this, i'm dead." with criminals au. i really hope you like it. please leave a comment if you do, thank you so much! <333

explicit murder scene starts after the * mark.

You were too close.

The guy’s hands were way too close you. His eyes were roaming all over your body like a hungry panther; he was waiting for the right moment to attack and feed on you, and the worst thing was you were letting him look.

It was not okay in James’ book. You shouldn’t have been doing that, shouldn’t have flaunted your body the way you did: A dress that was too short and showed your legs more than it should and its cleavage was too deep, even from his seat, which was at the far end of the bar, he could almost see your nipples, and then you had these high heels. They were thin heels, very high, that made your feet look elegant but at the same time sinful. They were putting the attention to your legs.

James tilted his head just a little bit to his side as he watched you.

You were laughing freely, loudly, and throwing your head back. You were revealing your neck like that, this time drawing the attention to your almost bare chest. Sometimes you touched the person who made you laugh; a gentle caress on their arm, or a light grab on their shoulder… You didn’t know what kind of effect you had on them; the men shivered every time you touched their arms or shoulders. They were getting hungrier, James could tell. Their eyes were roaming all over your body even more, they were black, almost, and they kept licking their lips as if to stop themselves from drooling.

He shook his head in disappointment. Some men were really weak, he thought as he watched one of the guys adjusting their pants because they became tight with the sight of you.

You were a trouble.

You were a walking sin.

That was okay, though. James knew how to deal with problems like yourself.

──

James approached you slowly. He did not want to frighten you or give you the wrong vibe. He handled with the other guys at the bathroom when they visited it to empty their bladders. He could talk to you without being interrupted, now. Although he probably had twenty or so minutes before the guys were discovered by some other patrons in the bar, so he had to charm you in a short amount of time and had to convince you to join him for the night.

He was in a cleansing mood.

So, he ordered a soda. He didn’t drink on nights when he was working, and he had plans for you and preferred to stay fully sober. The bartender put the drink in front of him silently and went back to drying the glasses. James took a sip, watching you with the corner of his eyes.

“Lovely dress,” he murmured gently, his eyes on the bartender. “You look like summer in the middle of a stormy night.” He turned his head to you; his blue eyes were intense as they took your shocked but pleased face in. You ducked your head.

“Thank you,” you whispered, but he heard you anyway. He was surprised that you were playing the innocent card. You were far from being innocent, he could tell. He only needed to take one look, and he knew right away. Maybe that was how your way. Maybe that was how you lured your preys in. James smiled despite his chain of thoughts.

“You’re very welcome,” he nodded, and then turned his body to you. “I’m James,” he extended his hand. He didn’t mind you knowing his name; you were going to be cleaned at the end of the night anyway. You smiled.

“Y/N,” you said, gently shaking his hand. James almost hummed loudly at the touch of your soft skin against his. His hands were rough, their texture wasn’t soft anymore, but yours were. They were soft. He liked that. It was nice to feel soft things against his own skin every once in a while. “You look tired,” you murmured after two beats of silence. James barely kept his smile soft and contained the twitch of his lips which threatened to form his smile into a smirk.

You were desperate.

The only thing he needed to do was to show you some affection, pour out some sweet words and now, you were desperate to talk to him more.

“I am,” James responded with a neutral voice, but he was mindful to add some sort of a sigh at the end. “Not so much, but I am.” He sent you an equally tired smile that matched up with his story. You gave him a soft look before inching your chair towards his. You were unaware of stepping into a very feral wolf’s den.

──

It wasn’t a hard work for him, to keep you talking and drinking while he was charming and maybe seducing you all along.

You were a little tipsy as he walked up to you anyway, James just made sure that you kept drinking. You were doing every single thing that was wrong in his book; the cleansing he’d be doing tonight with your help was going to be a good one.

“What brought you here?” You asked him. You weren’t slurring yet, and honestly, James didn’t want you that drunk, so after you were finished with the glass you had, he was going to stop you. As much as he liked seeing you indulge yourself into the sins like this, because it was going to make his cleansing better, he wanted you to enjoy yourself on your last moments.

James shrugged. “Just passing by, to be honest,” he murmured. It wasn’t a lie. He was passing by. He would be leaving this small town in the morning, most likely 6AM sharp. “How about you, sweetheart?” He asked. His head cocked to his side, eyes teasingly narrowed and lips stretched into a dangerous smirk. He was a handsome man, James knew that, and he liked to use it to his own advantage in these kinds of things.

“I’m going home,” you said. “It’s a long way, though, so I’m just spending the night here.” You sent him a small smile and finished the last drop of your drink. Just when you lifted your hand to ask for more, James placed his hand over the glass.

“I think it’s enough for the night, don’t you think?” He murmured, and then he stood up and moved closer to you. “Besides it would ruin the fun if you were to get too intoxicated.” James saw your eyes getting heavier with a hazy look, saw your chest stop moving and heard the hitch in your breath.

“What fun?” You asked. James let his lips form into a smirk, this time.

“If you join me for the night, I think you can find out,” he whispered, leaning in just a little. You whimpered softly. You were turned on; you were desperate for him, for what he could give you, what he could make you feel. It should have felt empowering, but it didn’t. It made him feel disgusted.

“Alright,” you agreed easily.

Wrong. This was wrong, what you were doing. Wrong. You shouldn’t have agreed to spend a night with a stranger this easily. You shouldn’t have been let that stranger seduce you like this, but you were naïve. You were desperate.

So, James smirked. He held out his arm and walked out of the bar with your arm looped into his.

──

James wasn’t a big fan of having sex. He knew he could go without having it, and he had, once. It wasn’t hard, abstaining himself from sex or any sort of psychical contact with anyone. It was very easy, actually, but it wasn’t worth it. He’d stop by one of the towns he was passing by, have a wild night and relieve himself and then he’d move on.

He called them cleansing.

He’d find a woman, watch them and try to decide if they were worthy of his cleansing nights. If they were, James would take them back to his motel room. He’d have his sex, give them pleasure, make them take whatever he gave them, and when he was free of his sins, he’d get rid of them.

Tonight was his cleansing day, and you were his vessel.

─

“Fuck!” You moaned as James slammed you back against his motel room door. His mouth was assaulting your neck, your bare chest, all the skin you showed to those men and made them lose their control, James left his mark.

His hands were under your dress. They were running along your soft skin, along length of your legs, and he grabbed your ass beneath the skirt to haul you up. With a soft moan you held tightly onto him, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, you let him carry you to the bed. His lips were stroking yours so perfectly, you couldn’t keep your moans to yourself.

“You like this, don’t you?” He murmured against your lips as he laid you on the bed. He was on fours between your legs, your dress skirt bunched and ankles looped behind his thick thighs. “You like having some touching you like this.” He trailed a finger gentle from your ankle to your hips, digging his nails lightly. You sighed.

“Yes,” you moaned. “Yes, I love it.” James hummed. His fingers grabbed a hold of your flimsy panties, ripping them off with a flick of his fingers. You gasped, but it was so hot to watch, you couldn’t say anything. James discarded the ripped material. He hummed once again as he swiped his fingers through your core, causing you to buck your hips towards his touch.

“So wet…” He whispered. “You’re turned on, hm?” You nodded, desperately biting your lip to contain the sounds you wanted to let out. James pulled on your dress. “Take this off,” he ordered, a dangerous growl in his voice. You shuddered and scrambled to obey him. Quickly sliding the straps of the dress, you slid out of it in a blink. You threw the dress on one of the chairs in the room and settled under him again with a sigh.

James was right about almost being able to see your nipples because you weren’t wearing anything to cover them underneath that dress. He growled. You were so careless with your body, he realized. You never thought about what might happen to it before you threw it towards someone that could charm you with handful of words.

James wanted to laugh: You were so fucking easy.

Licking his lips, he ran his hands all over the now-available naked skin. It was very soft to touch, warm and smooth. It felt nice under his fingertips. James wanted to dig his nails and draw some blood just to ruin the perfect smoothness of your skin. He wanted to mark it, wanted to destroy its beauty so that no one would want to touch it ever again.

“Mm,” he heard you hum. Ignoring your writhing, James continued to stroke the warm skin beneath him. James sighed. “James…” You breathed, eyes closed and mouth open.

“What is it?” James asked. “What do you want, sweetheart?” You wiggled and writhed under him again. He could see that you were shying away from him for some reason, and he was intended to find out why. “Mm? Tell me. What is it?” You bit your lip, watched his eyes darken with the smallest action.

“I, um,” you whispered. “Can you be rough with me?” You asked gently. James narrowed his eyes. They were filled with amusement.

“You wan’ me to rough you up, love? Hm?” He leaned in and grabbed your face in his palm, squeezing your jaw, he pulled it towards his. He nudged your nose with his own softly. “You wan’ my bruises all over your body? Wan’ me to mark you up?” You were nodding excitedly; head bobbing up and down, eyes glimmering with anticipation, James thought you were adorable. He chuckled darkly. “Use your words,” he commanded with a low, rough voice.

“Yes,” you moaned loudly and whimpered. “Yes, I want your marks!” James hummed. It was a content, happy sound.

“Good, baby,” he whispered and flipped your over in a blink. He pulled your hips up as he placed a hand on your face and buried it into the bedding, almost constricting your breathing. You groaned throatily. “This what you wanted, yeah?” He leaned in until his lips were next to your ear. “You gonna get it.”

Briefly pulling away, James took off his clothes and laid them on the chair all folded. He climbed up on the bed, took his position between your thighs and pressed his groin against yours. Your dripping core felt warm and slick against his hard on. He closed his eyes and grunted lightly at the feeling, hips moving slightly. You wiggled your hips, pressed your ass back at him and coated his erection with your slick. James groaned. His hands were quick to find your hips and grabbing them tightly.

“You do not move unless I tell you so,” he snarled. His hand released your ass cheek and slapped it harshly, making the flesh jiggle. “You are to follow my orders,” he snarled again as he slapped the other cheek. You whimpered. “You disobey, and I’ll make sure you’re in pain.” He quickly gave you a slap right on your clit, making you shout into the bedding. “You hear?” You nodded.

“Yes, yes, I hear,” you whined. “’m sorry. I’ll follow your orders, sorry,” you mumbled, tears gathering in your eyes. James smiled.

“Good girl,” he whispered. The hand that was still resting on your ass sneaked its way up into your hair, and he yanked it harshly. You cried out. Your hands grabbed his thick thighs as something to hold on when he pulled your body flushed against his. “The sounds you make,” he snarled. He released his hold on your hair. “Grab the condom. It’s in the drawer.” James pointed the one on your left, and you leaned to get it.

After he put on the condom, he cornered and caged you on the bed, under him. You were breathing heavily, he could see how wet you were and how warm your body had become. “I’m gonna be rough,” he warned you. “I’m gonna degrade you, slap you, pull your fucking hair and I will not stop, y’hear me?” You nodded. That was exactly what you wanted from him. “Yell as loud as you want. Let’em know I’m making you feel so good.” He kissed you on the lips once and slid inside of you in one thrust.

You groaned loudly as your eyes rolled back. They way he filled you was so fucking perfect, you felt yourself tear up. Your hands were holding onto his biceps, nails digging softly as James started thrusting without missing a beat.

The pace he set up was hard and almost punishing. All the rage and tension in his body was loaded into his thrusts, making your body jolt up and down every single time his hips kissed yours. The sound of skin-slapping-skin was almost too loud, but James closed his eyes as he listened to it. His hands were grabbing your thighs tight enough to leave bruises in its wake, nails digging hard enough to draw some blood. James growled.

“So good,” he murmured to himself as he once again flipped you onto your stomach. He watched the jiggle of your ass with his each thrust, watched how perfect it was and warm it made him feel. It sent tingles all over his body. Pulling at your hips, he positioned you half-sitting on his lap, half-lying onto your stomach. He was hitting and reaching deeper with each movement of his cock, he knew it. Your screams of pleasure were letting him know. “Hmm, damn…” He groped your breasts. Pinching the soft, loose flesh, he pulled at your nipples.

“James!” You moaned, but you were slurring. James grinned devilishly. He sneaked his hand from your breast to your pussy and slapped it. Your hips twitched, and he slapped it again. Your walls were rippling around him like mad, James was loving it. “Oh, fuck!” You cried out as he pinched your clit. Tears were freely rolling down on your cheeks, but they were pleasant ones.

“Yeah?” James hissed. “You feelin’ good, slut? Hm? Tell me.” He listened to your litany of ‘yeses’ and moans and whimpers. He dug his nails on your breasts, digging them deep and dragging them down roughly. You shouted. James could feel the trickle of blood on his fingertips, and he chuckled darkly.

“We are just starting, dove,” he whispered into your ear and wrapped his arm around your throat.

****

James watched you as you dozed on and off. You were sprawled onto the bed, starfishing, and had a dopey smile on your face. You were so beautifully blessed out, James felt proud. His eyes roamed all the marks and bruises he left on your gorgeous body: Bite marks, handprints, nails… They looked incredible.

“Damn,” he heard you whisper. You giggled. You sounded drunk, but it wasn’t because of the booze you consumed earlier, it was all sex. “This was the best fuck I’ve ever had,” you said, grinning. James just hummed. Lifting himself on his strong legs, he walked over to his small bag. He opened it.

His clip point bowie knife was winking at him cheekily in his bag, and James smiled. He grabbed it gently. Fingertips running over the sharp and smooth edge of it, James sighed. This knife had served him so well over the years, it became his lucky charm and his go-to. Tonight, it was going to serve him once more.

“Are you still there?” You murmured, head lifting tiredly. “Or have I been talkin’ to myself all alon’?” You chuckled.

“’m here,” James whispered. You hummed, head falling onto the pillow. He walked over to your tired and used body. Your eyes were closed, but you had a happy smile on your face. James stroked your cheek as he mounted you.

“Mmm,” you protested lightly. “You wore me out. Can’t go again.”

“I don’t want you to,” James whispered, licking his lips hungrily. His pupils dilated with the anticipation. His hand moved to your hair from your cheek and he stroked it, too. You purred. James grinned. He looked like a mad man with a grin like that, he was aware, but this was his favorite moment.

He fisted his hand into your hair, yanking you half-upright. Without letting you understand what was happening, he ran the knife along your throat. A clean, deep cut. He heard your gurgled breath, watched the blood pouring out.

James smiled at your half shocked and half blessed face as he watched the blood pouring out of your body and pet your hair all the while. He could feel the relief filling his body already. He sighed deeply, relishing the feeling.

He loved his cleansing nights.

He loved watching them fading out.

It was why he was created.

──

Another body was found exactly a month later after the last one.

Despite the undisturbed look in general, he could see couple bruises peeking under the clothing that wrapped her body innocently. Rogers knew what he was going to find when he dug a little deeper. He knew how all the bruises the killer left behind was going to look like. He also knew that the forensics was going to say she was most likely got raped, but it wasn’t true.

Rogers had been working on this killer’s case for some time, now. He had seen cases of his killings enough to know that he cared about consent. The bruises, damage on genital parts on the bodies were all asked for. Rogers felt like he knew the killer like a best friend with how much personality to put into his… craft.

He would watch them first, seized his options. That was how he’d choose his next victim, most of the time. Then, he’d approach them, make small talk maybe, and charm them right away. It was a funny and humiliating fact that they had no visuals about the killer; no one seemed to saw his face, or remembered it. Rogers figured he must at least have a decent enough face to charm the women the way he did. Then, he’d take them to one of the rooms in the motel nearby. He’d get his pleasure, satisfy himself, and then. Then, he’d get to work.

This one, the body in front of him, was definitely his work.

The scene Rogers was facing was weirdly peaceful. It was by a lake with lots of willow trees surrounding it. It was almost 5AM in the morning; the cool breeze of the night was even sharper now. There was no noise, only owls making soft cooing sounds. The darkness of the sky was the darkest before the sun peeked through its black curtains.

However, Rogers was not there for the scenery. Not that kind, at least.

She was standing by one of the willow trees. Her body was positioned in such way that it looked like she was just leaning against the tree and watching the view in front of her. It might have looked normal, like nothing was wrong if she was wearing a coat or something, but she wasn’t. The white dress she had on was beautiful. It was simple, no designs or anything. The dress had long sleeves; the fabric was covering her chest up to her neck/shoulder joint and the skirt part of it was reaching to her ankles. She had matching flats on her feet. The skirt was only allowing Rogers to have very small peek of her skin.

Her hair looked clean when he came closer. It was up in a half-braid, thrown over her right shoulder. Her hands were clasped in front of her in a submissive way, her fingers were laced together. She had an also white, silk scarf covering her neck. Simple silver earrings were put, she looked really beautiful.

Her face, however, was the creepiest part.

It looked almost alive; she had a serene look on her face, a faint smile on her lips and the look in her eyes were soft. She really looked like she was watching the view, but she was dead. Her skin looked undisturbed, but Rogers knew that if he were to rip the dress off, he’d find her genital organs all mangled. He would also find all the bruises that this elegant dress was perfectly covering up.

“Same guy?” Wilson asked as he approached Rogers. He nodded. His blue eyes were inspecting the girl’s body carefully. “These poor girls,” Wilson sighed. “What is he trying to do, I don’t get it.”

Rogers knew what he was trying to do.

“He’s stopping them from sinning ever again,” he murmured as he eyed the note where the killer pinned the note. It was sitting right over her heart innocently, an elegant hand writing was smiling at him gently on the cream-colored paper. One sentence was striking, but he could see more things were written on the small paper. It was that one sentence that was haunting him in his nightmares. Rogers counted exactly seven drops of blood on the paper. One of the drops was darker than the other: It was the third one.

“Does that mean anything?” Wilson frowned. He was new to this case, so he didn’t know the meanings of the small details the killer loved to leave behind.

“Yeah. Seven drops. Seven deadly sins. Third drop is darker than the others which indicate which sin she had died from.”

“Which is?”

As he answered Wilson, Rogers sighed deeply.

“Lust.”

𝙸𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄'𝚁𝙴 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂, 𝙸'𝙼 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝙳...

#bucky barnes x reader #dark!bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes blurbs #bucky barnes x you #bucky x you #serialkiller!bucky #welcome to highway 63 #dark fic #fade out

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