Y/N: Bro, Dude, Homie, Man, Calm Down.

Y/N: Bro, dude, homie, man, calm down.

Bucky: *eye twitching* I’m your boyfriend.

community notes are so brutal. tumblr needs to add that feature to escalate our pvp capabilities

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Sorry could help but write that:

Minors DNI

Just a bit where Bucky is licking his lips.

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what.”

“The thing with your tongue,” you mumble and Bucky chuckles.

He knows exactly what’s going on in your mind when he does that. Sliding his tongue over his lip, his eyes focused on you.

“Don’t you like it?”

You try to hide the soft moan slipping out of your mouth. You can’t hold back when he looks at you like that. Those pretty steel blue eyes and the smirk on his lips.

“Or do you wanna feel my tongue somewhere else? Little desperate slut for me, aren’t you, doll?”

You whimper softly, answer enough for Bucky to get off the chair and walk over to you, getting on his knees in front of you. His hands trail up and down you thighs, he looks at you, licking his lips once again.

“Spread those pretty legs for me, babydoll.”

And you do. Giving him full access to your already dripping cunt. Making Bucky chuckle and lower his head between your thighs.

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Detective!Bucky x Reader (soft!dark Bucky)

Summary: Detective Barnes takes on a case involving a missing fiancé, and lucky for him, he knows right where to find her.

Words: 6k

Warnings: Yandere, Obsession, Kidnapping, and Amnesia. Dubcon, Smut, and Party Drugs. Dark themes throughout.

James was closing up for the night. His keys were in one hand and his hat in the other when he heard a frantic knocking on the office door. 

Maybe if he waited it out, whoever it was would go away. He had been working long hours all week. But the knock was persistent, and James could hear the plea on the other side of the door. Someone needed his help. 

It seemed like someone always needed his help.

He should have invested in getting his working hours engraved on the door, but with his line of work, there were no set hours. 

James Barnes Detective Agency

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》 NO GOOD DEED GOES UNPUNISHED — rafe cameron x reader

word count — 4.6k

warnings — MDNI; dark!rafe, mentions of abusive relationship/domestic violence, NONCON + mentions of, slapping, choking, breaking and entering, victim blaming, manipulation, gaslighting, lmk if i’m missing any!!

summary — you always hear your next door neighbor arguing with his girlfriend. one night, things get loud and are too scary to ignore, so you call the cops. coming from a past abusive relationship yourself, your only intent was to help the girl you were sure was being abused too…but you could never have guessed how much the good deed would backfire…

a/n — had this idea for awhile, glad its finally done and i hope u guys enjoy!! if you like my work, please reblog & comment!!! if you’re feeling generous, consider supporting my ko-fi, if you’d like ofc. times are tough rn but ily guys <3 barely proofread btw

The sounds of raised voices bleeding through the walls of your apartment didn’t serve as a surprise to you. Focusing your eyes in on the oven clock in the nearby kitchen, you nodded to yourself. 6:30pm. That seemed about right - your next door neighbors were always going at it around this time…but not in the way you’d expect a young couple to be going at it.

You didn’t know much about the pair, only ever seen them in passing, but you knew they could never spend a full 24 hours in peace together. It was always the male’s voice sounding over the female’s, and you felt bad as you sat on the other side of the wall, listening to her night get ruined by a guy who seemed to be the epitome of obnoxious and overbearing.

It was particularly triggering for you, as you already had an instilled disdain for abusive men, having been through the wringer with your ex in the past. You couldn’t say for sure what went on on the other side of the wall, but you could pick out lots of similiarities between your neighbor and your ex just based on what arguments bled through the walls.

Things had definitely gotten heated in the next door apartment on many occasions, but tonight was different. The screaming you heard was louder than your TV, even after you turned it up twice. Your concern really started to spark when you heard what sounded like a crash, and then a loud bang directly on the wall separating your living rooms.

The crying that followed, and the way the man’s voice never let up prompted you to do something you hadn’t done before. 

The 911 operator was quick to take your call requesting a welfare check. Of course, you didn’t want to be that neighbor, so you made sure the police assured you that you wouldn’t be named as the complainant.

They arrived shortly after, and naturally, the commotion died down when the red and blue lights flooded the parking lot.

Lifting a blind with your finger, you watched through your window as the police spoke to the couple separately, offering you a much better look at each of them.

The girl displayed every sign of an abuse victim…every sign of the girl you used to be yourself, years ago.

Arms folded, hugging herself in consolation for the night she’d had; head hung low, no direct eye contact with the officer… 

Compared to her boyfriend who stood tall, hands on his hips and even a smile on his face as he spoke to the other officer. The two almost appeared to be having more of a casual conversation than an interrogation.

The girl seemed to be clutching her shoulder a lot, rubbing over it, and you briefly wondered if the loud noise you heard crashing into the wall was actually her…

You felt uneasy watching everything unfold, especially seeing how uncomfortable the girl looked standing outside, likely every eye in the neighborhood on her.

The cop eventually led her further away from her boyfriend, isolating her on the other side of a car where she was no longer in his line of view. He didn’t seem to like that, based on the look on his face, and the way his voice raised as he tried to peer around the officer, questioning where she was going, why she needed to move farther away. When your eyes darted back to the girl, it was apparent she’d started breaking down. Her sobs rang through your window, and you could only assume the added distance gave her the courage to finally tell the truth, to tell the cops what happened on the other side of the wall that led to you calling them in the first place.

Your heart broke for the girl; you’d been in that exact position before. Your neighbors called the cops on your ex on multiple occasions, and you remembered the pain in your chest as you tried to hold it together until you could get away from him long enough to explain your side of the story.

The officer led her back into the house, which only pissed her boyfriend off even more. He looked frustrated, panicked almost - especially when she came back out with a bag around her shoulder and some loose items in her arms.

“Where the hell’s she going?” He questioned aggressively, again trying to step past the officer who stopped him with a hand on his chest.

“The hell are you doing?!”

You watched the girl avoid eye contact, heading straight for one of the police cruisers instead.

You heard the officer explain to the angry man that in lieu of pressing charges against him, his girlfriend opted to just go stay with a family member for the night.

He cursed at that, annoyance evident as he ran both hands through his hair.

They came to rest on the back of his head, interlocking together as he looked up in frustration.

He’d craned his neck just enough for his eyes to latch onto yours through your window. The moment both gazes met, the man cocked his head to the side.

You scurried back from the window, heart racing as you sat with the fact that you’d clearly been caught spying on your neighbor.

At the same time though, your brain tried to convince you that he somehow hadn’t seen you, and you waited a good minute before daring to peek back through the blind again.

You froze when you looked down to find the stranger’s gaze still casted up at your window, and you saw his eyes linger on you for longer than you were comfortable with. But you didn’t back down this time…that’s what guys like him wanted, it’s what they counted on.

The uncomfortableness loitered around, even after the police lights faded out and the tall stranger eventually sauntered back into his own apartment, now presumably alone for the night.

…Just like you next door.

Sleep found you before your apartment was infiltrated later on that night, so you were completely oblivious to the sound of your front door opening and clicking shut. The footsteps traveling up the stairs and into your bedroom were missed by you too.

A series of soft breaths filled the air, growing louder the closer Rafe crept to your bed.

With a narrowed gaze, he stopped just short of you. He loomed over you, and thoughts darker than your pitch black room swirled around his mind as he eyed you down, studying your sleeping frame and your face.

Rafe had seen you a handful of times heading to your car, checking your mailbox; but never really got much of a good look at you. 

Now, he thought you looked rather peaceful as you slept; a total contrast to the shit starter he could only assume you to be.

He’d noted that you never seemed to have much company over; never seemed to go anywhere besides work, given the fact that you came and went at the same time each day. Clearly, your life was uneventful. No wonder you felt the need to pry into the business of someone you didn’t even know.

So intrusive…so what was wrong with intruding on you now?

His resentment continued to fester the longer he stared at you, until Rafe finally found himself lifting a hand to your nose. He pinched the cartilage, effectively cutting off your airway. His eyes never left you, clocking the first time your chest eventually couldn’t rise again, and you slowly started to stir awake, surely alarmed at the sudden inability to cycle air through your nose.

Your lips parted, chest rising again as you blinked your eyes open. It took you a second to make out the dark figure at your bedside, towering over you with a hand on your face.

As the moonlight bled through your blinds, you made out enough slivers of his face to recognize the man you’d basically called the cops on earlier that night.

The realization had you sucking in a deep breath through your mouth, ready to scream in hopes of someone hearing you and trying to help, the same way you’d tried to help your neighbor.

Now the source of the screams from the girl you’d pitied listening to night after night, had his hands on you.

The reprieve of inhaling through your nose again was short lived as his palm curled over your lips, muffling the hoarse screams you tried to let out.

“Don’t…don’t make a sound.” He pointedly hissed.

It had to be the calmest you’d ever heard the stranger sound, which chilled you.

Every last muscle was tense as the man leaned closer, his face now crowding your own.

Your heart sank, racing in your chest as anxiety and dread began to consume you.

Rafe could sense your fear building as he lowered himself down, a smirk materializing on his face when he felt you start to tremble slightly.

His eyes darted across your face now, revelling in the sight of your watery, wide eyes on him. His dick twitched in his pants, and he only removed his hand from your mouth when he started to speak again. It lingered around your neck, fingers dancing along the skin as if he was just waiting to clamp around it.

“Hi, neighbor,” his voice was low as he elongated the label; and eerily calm given the circumstances, “…don’t think we’re properly met yet…I’m Rafe. What’s your name?”

The way he posed the question so casually scared you. You breathing was picking up as you blinked up at him.

When you didn’t answer, Rafe dipped his fingers into the sides of your neck, applying a bit of pressure as a warning.

You breathlessly forced your name past your lips, and he repeated your name with a slow nod.

He hummed, “pretty. You moved in here…what, couple months ago?” He spoke tauntingly.

“How are you liking the place? Cause, we love it,” he stiffled an ingenuine chuckle before continuing, “not too close to downtown, but close enough to everything you need, y’know?”

You shook your head at the way he carried on such a normal conversation during such a heinous situation.

“How do you like it so far?” His hand still danced around your neck, and you swallowed hard at the looming threat.

“…It’s a little loud,” you finally said, insinuating that you’d heard his outbursts with his girlfriend already, so his friendly neighbor charade was unnecessary.

His laugh was louder this time, and you couldn’t help but flinch.

“Right…right. Yeah uh, sorry about the noise. My girlfriend gets pretty loud. Can’t say I blame her though…” his hips pressed down further into you for a second, “I make it hard to keep quiet.”

Feeling the stranger stiffen against your stomach had you cringing; his sick intentions were only getting harder to deny.

“S’funny, I never hear anything from your apartment, though…you gotta boyfriend?”

No, because you worried every guy you encountered would just be a watered down version of your ex, just waiting to show his true colors…like your neighbor.

You didn’t want to feed into his game.

“What are you doing in my house?” You tried to keep your voice firm, but it still wavered as you posed the question.

“Ooh,” he whistled, “sore subject, I guess. Newly single, I take it…makes sense.”

You didn’t want to go back and forth with him, but you couldn’t help but press, “…what’s that supposed to mean?”

Tears were sliding down your face as the man above you carried on as if he were doing anything besides restraining you to your bed, after breaking into your home in the middle of the night.

“Makes sense why you’re sticking your nose in my business.”

You still weren’t following, but there was no time to linger on the confusion, because with that, the pleasant demeanor he feigned dropped. The man’s tone was more bitter when he spoke again.

“…Cause maybe if you were getting some regular dicking down, you wouldn’t be so concerned with somebody else’s fucking relationship.”

He spat the words at you, emphasis on the profanity as he seethed in your face.

You shook your head, feeling more desperate now as you started to piece things together.

“I’m not-,”

“Don’t shake your head,” he muttered, suddenly adding more pressure around your throat. “I know it was you who called the cops, alright?” He drawled.

He stared down at you expectantly, waiting on an answer.

Again, more pressure from his hand at your throat.

“Right?”

You brought both hands to his wrist now, feeling increasingly anxious the more he restricted your airway.

“I’m glad I did,” you managed to get out, struggle reinsued as the man smirked down at you, “because I know guys like you.”

The man raised an eyebrow, a smirk dancing across his lips again.

“Oh really?” He asked sarcastically, grip loosening just slightly on your throat as he chose to entertain your little spiel.

You struggled to nod in the firm hold.

“My ex was just like you; could only feel strong when he prayed on something weak.” He seemed to pout at your words.

“But he had no idea how strong I really was. And he ended up exactly where you’re gonna be one day: in jail.”

You felt accomplished in having gotten the risky words out, but you refused to go down without a fight like you used to.

Rafe only laughed though, amused by your boldness. 

“…Yeah? We’ll see about that.”

You strugged against him as he ripped your duvet back and climbed onto the bed, positioning a knee on either side of your frame. You tried to shove at his chest and his face, to flail your legs around; anything to deter the stranger from overpowering you in your own bed…but it was inevitable.

Your struggle only amused Rafe, who eventually did finally pull his hand back from your face.

But he flipped it around, and the backhand that immediately followed dizzied you beyond belief. You were too out of it to put up much of a fight when he almost immediately wrangled your wrists together with a single hand and pinned them above your head.

At the same time, Rafe was also fumbling with his belt, frantically trying to tear it off while you writhed around beneath him.

He was able to secure the leather around your wrists, teathering them to the headboard above your head.

With a frustrated groan, you unsuccessfully tried to tug your arms free. 

Though defeat seemed clear, you squeezed your eyes shut, still trying to deny the sick reality you were faced with.

“God,” Rafe left out a sigh as he examined his arms, clocking a scratch you’d managed to land on one of them.

“My girl learned a long time ago to just lie down and take it…and don’t get me wrong,” he threw his hands up at his sides with a shrug, finally able to use them with your arms restrained above your head and your lower body pinned beneath him, “I love it…”

He was sick. You were sure of it.

“…but something about the way you’re trying to fight back,”

Rafe’s eyes fell shut for a moment as he let out a low groan, cocking his head to the side.

“…You have me forgetting all about that dumb bitch.”

Rafe moved quickly, tearing your blouse down with such intent, it was hard to believe he’d never done this before. Though you now pitied yourself, you also felt even worse for the girl next door. If this man felt entitled enough to do something so vile to someone he didn’t even know, you couldn’t imagine what his possessiveness for his own girlfriend would lead him to do…

But you could definitely guess. Rafe clearly wasn’t too far off from your ex; you were sure he probably treated his girlfriend no better than you’d been treated in the past.

The thought had your chest tightening; you felt that same tinge of helplessness and defeat sinking in that you thought you’d long escaped from.

Slipping back into the familiar submissive state you used to live in with your ex, was inevitable.

Your eyes fell shut, all of your emotions suddenly becoming too much to bare.

Rafe grabbed your face roughly, hand tight on your jaw as he forced your attention back on him.

“Nosey ass bitch,” he spat, and you tried to sink further down into the mattress, wishing you could somehow just fall all the way through and escape the stranger’s wrath.

“Guess I’m gonna have to teach you to mind your own business, yeah?” As Rafe said this, he pressed the entirety of his body weight down onto you, and you winced at the added strain to your breathing.

You thrashed and kicked around, but your neighbor was relentless.

Rafe’s anger only made him seem stronger, and he easily overpowered you, forcing you to lay there while he wrestled a hand around the waistband of your pajamas.

You couldn’t do much when Rafe ripped your shorts and panties down your legs in one swift motion. You couldn’t stop him from bringing his fingers to his mouth and wetting them to make it easier when he plunged two thick digits inside of you.

You immediately let out a pained cry at the intrusion, hips lifting from the bed as you squirmed around beneath him.

“Stop fucking moving,” he spat, gripping your inner thigh in a way you were sure would bruise as his two fingers curled and pulled down in your hole, forcing your hips back down, and your legs to spread for him.

Your struggle didn’t stop, despite the pain.

And neither did Rafe’s pursuit.

“I said hold still!”

A strong hand was suddenly at your throat, suppressing your airway and quieting your cries.

When you seemed to be scared into submission, Rafe released his grip on your throat in favor of your hip again.

“Calm down…I’m just bein’ fair,” he started, “you stuck your nose in my business, yeah?”

Readjusting so he was eye level with your glistening core now, Rafe’s pupils dialated as he stared down his target.

“Only fair I get to stick mine in yours, right?”

That was the only warning you got before Rafe’s tongue fully dipped into you, lapping away at your clit like a man starved as his fingers continued working inside of you.

You couldn’t help but buck your hips at the abrupt overstimulation and discomfort.

Rafe’s hand snaked up to your stomach, pressing down and mounting you further into the mattress.

He drew his face back slightly, and you sighed in relief at the momentary retreat of his tongue.

“Did that boyfriend of yours ever go down on you?”

Icy blue eyes peered up at you from between your legs. His fingers didn’t stop, now scissoring inside of you as you squirmed and whimpered.

“I might smack my bitch around…but she takes it everytime.”

More tears spilled over, but Rafe’s rant seemed to empower him. He even sat up a little taller, ego being fed.

“She knows she’ll never have anyone better than me. No one can make her come like Ican.”

The cruel words set your mental healing back years, reminding you of the same harsh insults you ex used to taunt you with.

“…and what about you, huh?”

As he said this, Rafe curled the pads of his fingers up into your sweet spot, smirking when your legs began to shake.

“Bet I can make you come so hard, you’ll let me smack you around too.”

Your back arched against your will as his tongue found your clit again, relentless with its lashings as he hummed into your core.

Rafe continued this until your moans couldn’t be suppressed, and you were teetering on the edge of your release.

“Don’t fight it,” he murmured against your clit, eyes trained on you as his tongue moved more hastily now.

You let out a strangled cry as your high washed over you, unable to stop your legs from shaking and hips from bucking up.

Rafe finished you off, leaving you no choice but to let the band snap, your release dripping down right into the unfamiliar mouth.

The man licked you clean, pulling his fingers out and swiping around what arousal was leftover, coating your pulsating core.

His balls were heavy long before Rafe finished eating you out; dick rock hard when he finally sat up and repositioned himself in front of you.

The new position gave him better access to his pants, which he unfastened and dropped without a second though.

You watched as his cock sprang to life, slapping against his toned stomach, already leaking from the tip.

The sight had you squirming again; he was huge, and it only elicited more fear within you.

You were positive there was no way you could take such a large dick, no way the stranger could make himself inside of you.

Rafe propped himself up on his hands at your sides and lined his length up with your entrance in a haste.

He couldn’t hold off any longer, only rubbing his tip up and down your wet folds a couple of times before sliding into you abruptly.

His hard cock forced your walls to part for him, despite the way they tightened and screamed in protest.

You couldn’t help but let out your own scream, flares of pain shooting through you as your legs shook even more now.

Rafe’s hand was quick to slap over your mouth, muffling your sounds of distress and forcing your tears to roll around his palm.

The man quickly set a brutal pace, hips ramming down into yours unforgivingly.

The newfound pain between your legs was all you could focus on now; it rendered you unable to put up much of a fight anymore, feeling like you were literally being split in half.

“God you’re squeezing the fuck outta my cock already.” He sounded breathless, voice strained as he rutted into you, eyes rolling back and forth in his head.

“So…tell me,” Rafe eventually spoke up, words choppy as he lifted himself up onto just his knees, still fucking into you, “…your ex ever hit you while you were fucking?”

There was a different look in his eyes when he posed the question; they looked darker now, from what you could tell.

The question appalled you, and you’d just parted your lips to speak when your head suddenly whipped to the side in a violent manner.

The impact stunned you so much, it took you an embarassingly long time to register that you’d been slapped across the face.

Letting out a sob at the realization, you shrunk in on yourself as Rafe’s hips stalled for a second.

“Fuck…” He drawled out, eyes rolling back as the slap had you involuntarily clenching around him, “you like it, don’t you?”

His weight was transferred to his opposite hand and he struck the other side of your face next, shuddering when you clenched around him again.

“Squeezing my cock everytime I hit you.” He let out a chilling laugh, nodding to himself as embarassment washed over you.

“And here I almost bought your little ‘good samaritan’ act. But I see it now…”

Rafe scoffed, and you cried out at a particularly harsh thrust.

His lip curled inward as he drank in your reaction, “You like being roughed up, don’t you? You jealous of my girl? S’that what it is?”

He was taunting you, and you cursed yourself for your body’s response.

All you could do was whine and whimper and cry, pinned beneath your neighbor with no way of fighting back as he continued brutalizing your core.

“You wanna be my new girlfriend? Want it to be you with the fucked up shoulder next?” He grunted inbetween his words, “think that shit’s dislocated, yeah? I mean, you saw, right?”

His calm tone was menacing. You felt the hard length twitch inside of you as he spoke, almost as if he was getting off on thinking of such violent acts…

And he was.

Sneaking into your room with the intention of fucking you was moreso to level the playing field after you practically tried to get him arrested. You tried to take his girl away from him, to separate them, just like every other bad person in his life tried to do…

But there was pleasure in revenge, and Rafe was chasing it.

The more he thought about it, the more strength he exerted with each thrust, and the closer he got to his high that was building.

He had total control of you now, something Rafe craved in every aspect of his life. And the powerful feeling robbed him of any ability or desire to control himself…

A strong hand found its way to your throat again, clammy digits curling around the column and using the hold to drag your limp frame up and down his hard shaft on the mattress. Rafe couldn’t care less that you now struggled to breath under this new grip; he was simply focused on the way your perky tits bounced so beautifully beneath him.

The enticing sight had Rafe eagerly guiding his other hand to your chest, squeezing and fondling your tits.

When your nipples finally stood at attention, Rafe groaned, leaning down so his warm mouth could suction your sensitive bud. His tongue swirled around your nipple, and he rotated his hand and mouth between each one, the pace of his hips never faltering in the slightest.

The assault seemed neverending, until the man’s momentum finally slowed briefly, and you thought, you hoped Rafe might be close to finishing.

But to your dismay, it seemed Rafe only stalled so he could slide an arm under your waist, lifting your body from the mattress and therefore allowing his cock to dig into you at increased depths.

“God…so fuckin’ tight, so wet…thought you didn’t want this though, hmm?”

You knew he was just trying to get to you; it was a routine you’d pushed to the back of your mind, but could never completely wipe from your memory.

You couldn’t say anything back as your whimpers and whines of protest filled the air.

After what felt like a lifetime, you started to register the way Rafe’s thrusts grew sloppier and less pointed, his grunts and groans getting louder as he assumably reached his peak.

It was confirmed when you heard him practically whimper himself, followed by the feeling of warm ropes of liquid shooting up into you. You could do nothing to stop him from spilling his seed inside of you, coating your walls with the unwanted sticky substance.

By the time Rafe unsheathed his length, you couldn’t help but feel totally and utterly disgusted with yourself.

Though you were doomed from the start, never really standing a chance agajnst the bigger, stronger man; you couldn’t fend off the feelings of disappointment in yourself. Your body felt exhausted, and used. The ache between your legs only seemed to grow as you adjusted to the emptiness, quickly pressing your thighs together, trying to stop the unwanted pulsing of your clit.

You watched through tears as Rafe sat up straight, hovering over you as he fetched his belt from your headboard.

Your wrists were on fire when he tugged on the leather, freeing them from the painful constraints. You let your arms fall down at your sides, rubbing over the now irritated skin with your hands. 

You cringed at the sight of your shirt, now torn and in tatters as it hung loosely off your shoulders, ripped right down the middle.

The agressor was still straddling you, keeping you pinned beneath him as your body shook and your lip quivered.

The man acted like nothing out of the ordinary just happened as he manuevered his belt back around his waist, metal clanging together as he secured it in the front.

You couldn’t take your glossy eyes off of him, just staring up at the man who’d just violated you, digust and anguish evident on your face.

You flinched when Rafe cleared his throat, sinking further into the mattress when his gaze landed on you again.

“Better hope you didn’t fuck things up for me and my girl now,”

You could hear the animosity in his tone as Rafe spoke of the uncertain outcome.

A strong hand found your jaw, and yours immediately found the arm attached to it, nails threatening to dig into the flesh if he tried to take the action any further.

Rafe simply held your face firmly in place, pushing your head down into the mattress while his blue eyes darted all across your face.

“…cause if she doesn’t come back, I’ve got my replacement.”