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goldfish-afterhours · 3 months

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ROB THEM BLIND

“You don’t need to lower your expectations. You just need more money.”

Summary: Welcome to New Liyue, where the bank is the church and money is the religion. Cash is the lifeblood of this society, and there is nothing that money cannot buy.

Here, people strike rich or die trying. And in the case of the Guili Assembly, the most infamous bank robbery crew in the country, this certainly rings true. Even in the face of armed guards, they’re not afraid to rob the most secure banks dry.

But what exactly are they risking their lives for? What are they planning on doing with such a ridiculous amount of money?

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#IM BACK #ive finished the second draft which means its posting time #my writing #genshin impact #genshin au #series #rob them blind #bank robbery Au

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freshmatchatea · 1 year

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Breaking: Resident absent artist once again has a new WIP. More news at 11. This is a new One Piece drawing im working on for the discord competition :3 v excited w how it's turning out

#one piece #one piece art #one piece sanji #one piece nami #one piece zoro #one piece usopp #opfanart #op art #luffy #zoro #nami #usopp #sanji #bank robbery au #my art #freshmatchatea art #wip #freshmatcha art

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adhdslugcrimes · 21 days

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Closed Mind au

Wally, a clown son: do you hate my kind, sir? Did a clown hurt you so bad as a child you have to take it out on a fellow silly little guy?

Bruce: I don't hate clowns.

Wally, looks at Dick:

Dick, shakes his head: he's lying.

Wally, sighs softly: adults normally do, just stop beating my uncle into a pulp and hurt my auntie; uncle Joke was just at the bank to get a loan! A business loan!! You broke an ex and reformed villain's legs for nothing because he was getting a business loan for a clown store!

Bruce: I said I was sorry! You're ten, you just don't understand it yet. *To Dick* and you shouldn't have told him our identities.

Wally: I think I understand breaking a person's legs for nothing is wrong!

Dick: B, we came from the same circus, I tell him everything duh.

Wally:I'm calling Mama (Iris) and auntie Pam. Mr. Pennyworth, can I call my Mama and auntie?

Alfred: of course young master Wallace, this way.

Dick, smiling big: oooo you're in trouble now, B!

Bruce, scoff: please, I'm not scared.

Wally, in the next room: FEAR HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH IT, SIR!

Baby Jason: ‘hats goin’ on?

Dick: B messed up big time little wing.

Baby Jason: ooooo yous in t’ouble!

Bruce: you corrupted him.

Dick: I saved him, I don't need two of you running around hurting people for no reason.

#wally west #dick grayson #bruce wayne #jason todd #alfred pennyworth #closed Mind au #wally was a son of a clown and so the gay clowns adopted him once again #joker is actually just a silly little guy who is just besties with Harley #they just did silly crimes at most traumatic but mostly it just silly bank robberies and stuff #also maybe the death of rudy but that's not able to be proven #mama iris and pam set that man straight #Dick and wally live by circus code #they got loyalty like no other #lie detector meta! Dick #birdflash #batfam #big brother dick saving his sibs from being Bruce

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yourgalgremlin · 22 days

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Marauders Bank Robbery AU:

EVAN: I need your help. I can’t tell you what it is.

REG: You can never ask me about it later, & we’re gonna hurt some people.

BARTY: …Whose car are we gonna take?

Based on this scene in “The Town”

#We need a marauders bank robbery au #marauders era #marauders #regulus black #evan rosier #barty crouch jr.#barty crouch junior #barty crouch jr #regulus and evan and barty #incorrect marauders quotes #marauders incorrect quotes #hp marauders #the maruaders #the marauders era #dead gay wizards from the 70s #dead gay wizards #dead gay witches

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sea-jello · 1 year

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movie morro au where morro is literally a fucking criminal in juvie. it’s bad enough that lloyds the son of garmadon, his cousin is considered a mastermind escape artist who might be a high ranking gang member and has never gotten caught for a solid 3 years. no one knows how he does it. it’s like the air itself assists him in escaping

update guys ive got more check #jellos movie morro au in the tags 👇

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spacedoutman · 23 days

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【𝕻𝖞𝖌𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖔𝖓 | 𝕬 𝖐𝖎𝖘𝖘 𝖆𝖚】

(𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙 18)

Description: Kiss was the perfect name for the infamous bank robbers who kissed everything goodbye to go out in a blaze of glory. Wreaking havoc on 1930s America, what happens when the chase ends?

♥ Paul Stanley x Reader

Note: I actually got Paul's gun type wrong, it's an m1917, i have to go back and recorrect that. But the bank robbery's finally happening. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: hella anxiety and some violence

𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 17 / 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 1 / 𝖆𝖔3

You pieced your fingers together over the steering wheel, peeing through the mirror. Gene’s coat swung like a red blotch on white as they strode into the bank. You gulped down your fears. Paul’s smile, laugh, face—all rang in your head—‘but he’ll be fine, right?’

Paul sighed deeply. A couple people laughed and chattered as they followed behind. He relaxed, but he knew his darting eyes weren’t helping anything. A man shoved something in his greatcoat pocket as he slumped out. Gene’s gaze followed. Bobby stepped up. Paul followed. His heart thudded in his tight throat. Cold sweat dripped down his temple.

“Long day at work?” The teller’s happy voice flooded their ears. “You look tired.”

The guy in front of them rambled about his day as the two went about their business. Bobby took a long, deep breath. Gene shifted his weight in the corner of Paul’s eye. Paul clutched his wrist.

“Have a good day!” The teller cooed. The man chuckled and pranced off.

The three stepped up. Paul fought himself not to glance over his shoulder. ‘God.. are they okay out there?’ He thought, fighting not to glance at the window. Pillars of sand gladly took his shaking leg’s place. The person behind them sighed harshly, leaning over. Paul’s gaze snapped to Gene—who shifted his weight again. He loosely crossed his arms, looking down and lightly scratching his elbow.

Paul’s lips pursed.

‘What is he doing?’ His own sharp voice pierced his head. ‘He’s going to get us caught!’

Paul swore he could hear Gene’s heart thudding in his ear. ‘I-’

Gene composed himself. “Why hello there!” The teller’s eyes smiled as Gene leaned over the counter, perching his elbow on it and peering like a hawk down through the golden fence. “How do you do?” Paul peered over Gene’s shoulder. Bobby casually looked over the crowd. The teller was a a round-faced older gentleman, straight out of a silent film. His grin was toxic enough to soothe Paul’s nerves.

Paul looked back. Ace swayed a little, lightly scratching his arm and looking at the ground like a television. Paul’s jaw clenched. His gaze veered off to the guard, who stood in the corner—this man was no older than he was. His gelled brown hair framed his pale face. His eyes were large and brown with a sparkle one would have after falling in love or getting their dream job.

He rubbed the back of his neck, gazing at the polished wooden floor.

“Wonderful weather, yeah.” Gene sounded a little too relaxed. “It’s a shame you can’t enjoy it to its full extent, sir.”

Every inch of friendliness in Gene melted ominous. Gene swallowed hard. The bank teller’s eyes widened, his brows pressing down.

“.. Because this,”

Bobby whipped open his coat, spinning to face the crowd, gun in hand. Gene yanked out his rolling block, tossing Paul and Ace their guns. Paul scrambled to catch his.

“Is a stick up.” Gene finished more shakily and sharply than he would’ve liked.

The teller threw up his hands, stepping back. Bobby crept to the crowd. “Put your hands where we can see em’ and no one gets hurt!” He commanded, booming through the smaller bank. The crowd, angry, horrified or straight-faced did as told. Ace’s eyes widened. Bobby loosely gestured for him to come over. Ace froze on trembling legs.

Paul pushed him reassuringly. Ace jogged. Gene barreled around. CRASH! The gate slammed into the fence. The teller grit his teeth. “Unlock it and no one gets hurt!” Gene snapped viciously, mounting his rolling block firmly on his shoulder. White crowded his irises.

“God—god, here.” The teller quickly muttered, jamming his trembling hand in his pocket.

“Hurry the fuck up!”

Ace’s heart banged in his tightening guts. The thought of a bullet splitting him open haunted like whispers as he dug through the crowd’s pockets. A woman held out a shiny pearl necklace. Ace snatched it, swallowing down an apology. Bobby narrowed his eyes. The alarm was clear as a freshly cleaned window. Paul raced around the counter, snatching anything that even looked of value.

Gene blinked back tears. Ace’s breaths went quick and shallow. Paul stopped, clutching his chest as his lungs refused to drag in any air. Ace stumbled to a stop. “Keep going.” Bobby pushed. Ace stormed to the next man, towering over him.

“Gimme’ what you got.” He growled in his best intimidating voice though he shook like a ship in a sea storm.

The man took a deep, rigid breath. He glared up into Ace’s eyes, straightening himself out. Ace looked down, frowning intensely. “Just fuckin’ do it, make it any harder on you and you’ll be on the ground.” Ace knew he didn’t mean that. Ace grit his teeth-The man spit in his face. “You fucking-”

Gene glanced as Ace shoved the man against the wall.

“Stop!” Bobby snapped.

You glanced in the rear view mirror. Tick. Tock. People bustled past the door. No one bustled out of the door. Your heart jumped. You clutched your chest, fighting a war with yourself for even a pinch of control. Your breathing sped up. You rubbed your temple, setting your elbow on the wheel. You’d long pulled off. Cold sweat trickled down your face.

“You wanna play those fuckin’ games?” Ace quietly questioned. “We’ll see who-”

The teller glanced up. His gaze shot knives into Gene, who clutched his gun. “Hurry up!” He thundered. The teller held his chin up as he strode over to the vault. Gene scowled. Paul shot up, racing around the counter. He swept the sweat off his forehead. Bobby glanced at him. Paul glanced at Ace, who muttered threats to the man.

Paul gave a ‘go ahead’ nod. Bobby rushed to pull them apart. Paul pointed his gun at the crowd. “Please, please don’t hurt them!” A man begged.

“Just don’t do anything stupid and you’ll be fine.” Paul firmly replied though his voice broke like glass being stepped on. His blood pumped like hell, pushing every thought from his head.

“What the hell are you doing??” Gene hissed. “Can’t you go any faster?”

“Have you ever opened a safe?” The teller snapped back before-

“I-I’m going to have to ask you to put that down, sir..” A small voice breaking with terror rang through the room.

Paul’s blood ran cold. The guard stood behind the gate, pistol pointed right at Gene’s back. Gene slowly turned around. The guard wobbled so badly he’d fall into himself. “In the name of justice, the law..” He strangled the words from his throat, taking one hell of a hesitant step closer. Saying his hand shook was an understatement.

Paul’s blood ran cold. His head fell off his shoulders. His vision smeared. His head settled for one last moment of peace before--

BANG!

Then it all went silent.

#bank robbery #kiss band #kiss fanfiction #alternate universe #1930s au #x reader #gangsters #kiss gangster au #haha finally updated #fanfic #writeblr #writing

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flashhwing · 1 year

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every fandom i'm in i'm like "oh i'm gonna write them all just hanging out and having a good time at a mountain house" n then i never do but THIS TIME it's a PLOT POINT in the modern au so i have to (they say, ignoring the fact that they're not actually planning to write the modern au)

#deep roads -> mountain vacation #qunari invasion -> bank robbery #i have. no idea how the last straw translates #blowing up the chantry was like a reasonable progression in game from everything #but blowing up (not a chantry i am not blowign up a religious institution in a modern au) seems a bit. extreme #the last straw modern au 'justice comes to town and convinces anders to ...........'#drawing a blank here #this has been a post #dragon age modern au

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indecentpause · 1 year

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Until Our Hearts Go Numb Prologue

Max's parents are dead and his guardian, Josselin, a close friend of the family, is suffering from brain cancer. Josselin's lost his insurance and can't afford treatment anymore. So what do Max and his siblings do? They rob a bank, of course.

A story of the rise and fall and eventual mental unwinding and collapse of three siblings, who have nothing in the world but each other.

I was selling this one for a while, then put it on wattpad for free, and now it’s on Ao3! Unfortunately because I don’t understand and I fear AI scraping it’s only available to people with accounts.

Read the prologue here!

Or if you have a wattpad account, read the whole thing at once!

General taglist: @ohsugarfoot @abalonetea @only-book-lovers-left-alive @poore-choice-of-words @leadhelmetcosmonaut @jasperygrace @drippingmoon @athena-anna-rose @viskafrer @thelaughingstag @athenswrites @kaiusvnoir @magic-is-something-we-create

Let me know it you want to be added or removed! I’m pretty sure some of you have read it already but I don’t remember who because broken brain ;-;

WARNINGS AND TAGS ARE AT THE TOP OF EACH PAGE, PLEASE READ THEM BEFORE YOU READ THE STORY. thank

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squidproquoclarice · 2 years

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Yeehawgust Day 7: Lucky Strike

September 1899

Burnt Tavern, Owatonna

The name “Burnt Tavern” was a bit of a pointed reminder of the past of the northwoods of the state of Owatonna, given Sadie had found out its name came from a previous scuffle with the iron miners up here in the hills about ten years earlier.

When a situation with poor working men ended up with one of their few pleasures taken away with a burned-down saloon, things clearly had gotten serious. The workers didn’t forgive, and they didn’t forget, so apparently Pleasant Pines had become Burnt Tavern, and that was that.

One advantage to being here was that it was far away from St. Denis. Several states away, in fact. When the scattered folks started to come back to Shady Belle telling tales about how the job had absolutely gone to shit, the captured and the dead, Charles and Javier having kept everyone together as best they could, she hadn’t waited to see the full scope of the disaster. Started making plans, started getting everyone to pack up. Dutch hadn’t come back, which was a problem. Micah hadn’t come back either, and they really had no problem with that. Arthur came back last, well after dark, just as the wagons were about to roll out. He’d told her that he’d made a run for it at the docks as a decoy to draw the law away from off Dutch and let him escape onto a boat. Of course he had.

They’d been gone from Shady Belle by midnight, to Lakay. From there, they’d set their sights far away. The north of Owatonna was no problem for her after making a living in the Grizzlies in Ambarino. Doing it with so many people was another thing, but they’d managed. Found an abandoned logging camp and made the best of it.

Another advantage was that the grim, supposedly inescapable fortress of the former military prison at Kiruna, where the government apparently liked to stash particularly high profile and troublesome prisoners, wasn’t more than a day and a half from here. It was remote and through thick and wild woods, but Sadie knew that was a problem for another time. That was where they had sent Hosea. She could only assume it was due to the sheer multi-state notoriety of the Van Der Lindes, and Hosea’s history of escaping lesser jails and prisons. After reading that news, their destination became clearer. They’d go to Owatonna, and from there, figure out how to get Hosea out.

If she knew anything about the gang, it was that they wouldn’t leave one of their own behind–Hosea especially. Arthur, Tilly, and Abigail especially all just about boiled over with worry and frustration for the man they viewed as a father.

Another, unexpected advantage was that the iron miners just about boiled over with frustrations themselves, and the talk in town was about another possible strike coming. She wished them every good fortune possible, because they had her sympathies with how the bastards in charge squeezed them. There was a reason she and Jake had left Tumbleweed to strike out on their own in Ambarino in the end, beholden to nobody but themselves.

But this would be a lucky strike for her and for the gang. First, the focus would be there rather than on hunting down the remnants of the Van Der Lindes. She hoped she and Arthur had managed to throw off pursuit, and the few weeks they’d been here had been relatively quiet. but they never could be quite certain. Second, as she understood it, the Pinkertons would be loath to come anywhere near this place given as bloody as the last strike had been, because people in town swore no Pinkerton would ever be allowed to enter their town again unchallenged.

She’d seen some of the women in town, seen the hardness in their eyes and faces that had been etched there by loss and violence, seen the teenagers who’d been children growing up fatherless. Seen what had been taken from them by cruelty and callousness of men who didn’t give a damn for anyone but themselves, a life and an innocence they could never get back again. They’d worked hard for everything they’d had, but it had been theirs all the same. And then it got taken from them in a frenzy of brutality.

She understood. Burnt Tavern didn’t forgive, nor forget. Neither did Sadie Adler.

#yeehawgust #yeehawgust 2022 #rdr2 #sadie adler #playing with some au possibilities here #about the st denis bank robbery #might be involved in that batpm au i keep pondering

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mydemonsdrivealimo · 1 year

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anon: *sends me an angst ask*

me, immediately: oh so you mean i kill somebody off?

#that bank robbery au is looking a little too enticing rn #it happens every time alright #it's fine it would be an au

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cinnamoodles · 27 days

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what are ur favorite anthony bridgerton five

hi! i'm assuming this says fics, and i am SO HONOURED that you trust me to recommend my favourite fics to you!

first up… the amazing and fantastic @fayes-fics, one of THE MOST skilled writers alive. she never misses!

some of my personal favs from her are:

➥ a beneficial arrangement [ ⭐️ ]

a marriage pact with a viscount. what could possibly go wrong?

➥ rescue and ruin

anthony rescues something for you… and it will likely lead to your ruin.

➥ the friends+ series

modern AU. series of fics that feature anthony & journalist!reader’s burgeoning relationship.

those are just a few of my favorites, but READ HER ENTIRE MASTERLIST! you will not regret it, promise.

secondly, a series of fics by the wonderfully talented @rubysunnday, and once again, be sure to read all of her masterlist!

➥ take my hand

as much as y/n appreciates anthony’s matchmaking efforts, it’s hard to accept them when he’s the only man she wants. luckily for her, a fall in the lake allows her to voice her feelings in more ways than one

➥ a long, long time

y/n has waited a long, long time for anthony bridgerton to finally decide to get married. but by the time he finally decides to find a wife, y/n has run out of time and anthony is suddenly faced with losing her to someone else.

➥ it’s a bad idea, me and you [ ⭐️ ]

y/n was ready to give her entire heart to anthony bridgerton. only for him to shove her aside in favour for sienna rosso. but, now, sienna is gone and despite what y/n keeps telling herself - anthony truly does own her heart.

now, for the queen of the modern!anthony au, @eleanor-bradstreet! some of my favorites from her are…

➥ gala

you attend a charity gala with your boss who really is too much trouble in a tux.

➥ locked out

when you find yourselves locked out of your house in the middle of the night, anthony has some ideas for how you can kill time.

➥ take me instead [ ⭐️ ]

you and anthony find yourselves in the middle of a bank robbery on an ill-fated day.

next we have @colettebronte, BRIDGERTON SMUT AUNTIE HERSELF WOOO!

(warning, these fics are VERY mature, and include BDSM and other possibly triggering material).

➥ rise and breathe

newly arrived back in london after a long journey across the mediterranean sea, you encounter a pathetically drunk viscount bridgerton the night he is rejected by sienna rosso. after a sobering morning on all counts, you sense that he is indeed lost and in need of a new purpose and direction. through submission and service, he may just find it.

➥ what (who) are you doing on new year’s eve?

a mysterious benefactor invites you to ring in the New Year with them.

➥ kinktober day ten: blindfolded

your tenth evening with your client. day ten for kinktober. I’m going with two prompts tonight, blindfolded and massage.

finally, we have some individual fics that stole my heart.

➥ diamonds and pearls by @multiharlot

diamonds and pearls do not make up for the lack of love in your marriage.

➥ enamoured by @dreamwritesimagines

everything you heard about matters of heart and desire told you the same thing; love could lead to heartbreak at best and disastrous results at worst. yet, you were convinced that everyone was wrong. they had to be, because love was supposed to make everyone happier, no confusion or pain in sight. regardless of how naive it sounded, you were sure that you were ready to fall in love and lose yourself in the infamous bliss. that assumption right there was a terrible mistake, though. you were nowhere near ready.

➥ right person, all the wrong times by @wwinterwitch

you and anthony have been in love with one another from the moment you met, but it seems as though nothing will ever happen between you. after you catch the attention of another gentleman, he realizes perhaps it's time to finally do something about his feelings.

➥ right in front of me by @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69

the only way he could rationally find a suitable wife was by removing love from the equation all together. courtship was game of jumping through hoops he really did not want to play, and he was a viscount. surely there would be a father with a more than suitable daughter he could simply ask for your hand and get it. or the one where your arranged marriage with anthony bridgerton isn’t a loving marriage… until it is.

➥ melt away by @healmydesires

the night you give your love and body to your husband.

➥ sham, pride, and illicit affairs by @peeterparkr

or, the story of how you rejected his proposal because you once loved him.

➥ enchanted by @imthebadguyyy

you and anthony don’t need words to converse.

➥ better man by @midnightfictionlibrary

anthony must rectify his rakish ways and wed, but he has a lot to think over if he doesn’t want to lose his dearest friend forever.

➥ no longer in denial by @iwritefandomimagines

anthony has made no secret of not wanting to marry, despite it being more than clear that he is head over heels in love with you, his “best friend”. benedict decides he is fed up of anthony’s denial, and takes matters into his own hands — by inciting jealousy from his older brother.

➥ the language of flowers by @cinnamoodles (shameless self plug)

you and anthony have been friends for as long as you can remember, but what happens when his world turns upside down? will he open his heart and let the woman silently pining for him in?

AHH ok that was it, and these are the bridgerton fics i love with all of my soul. thank you so much for your ask, it was so nice to see all these wonderful fics again.

xo, lottie !

#🐋 . . . charlotte speaks !#anthony bridgerton x reader #bridgerton #bridgerton netflix #anthony bridgerton x you #bridgerton x reader #benedict bridgerton #benedict bridgerton x reader #anthony bridgerton fic rec #bridgerton fics

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dungeonpuppykai · 1 month

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Since I don't see much of it,may I request a dark robber Bucky AU? That turned soft dark? It can be a home robbery. Or a bank robbery. Whichever's easier for you. But I feel like a bank robbery would be way more thrilling. Maybe he held her as a hostage and had his way with her. But then decided he wants to keep her for himself after all and add kidnapping to the list <3 Ski mask and all. Like the one Seb wears for his role in that Destroyer movie with Nicole Kidman. Except I want to request the long haired Civil War Bucky looking Bucky in this one. Just imagine how hot it is when he takes off his ski mask & reveals himself to her in all his glory with his long hair falling to the sides of his face and framing it perfectly. And reader is just stunned,because he's too beautiful. Again,if you want to do a home robbery instead,it's fine too. He went to rob a house but wasn't expecting the pretty little thing hiding under the blanket/in the closet. Decided to have some fun on his "quest" and had his way with her but had a change of mind and decided to correct his way, "moves in" with reader in her home and get a proper job now so he can finally marry her in the near future and propose to her with a diamond ring,one that doesn't belong to reader's mother/grandmother/aunt lol. And finally have that break,that normal life he's been craving for so long now and a beautiful wife by his side to spend his whole life with. Sorry if this request sucks,just haven't seen much robber AUs of Bucky so I thought why not? Okay,that's all I got. Whether you want to take it up or not,thank you so much <3 I'll keep enjoying your other works :D

so… um… idk if you know me or not but i am kinda known on here for being a mad slut… i hope you like it and please don't hate me if you don't i know i am greedy af. ill redo it with one of the scenarios if you don't like it <333

| Small World |

Pairing: Dark-Soft-Dark Robber!Bucky Barnes | Naïve!You.

Warning(s): Non-con/Dub-con, Dark!Bucky, bank robbery, violence, knife play, gun play, fear kink, unprotected p-in-v sex, missionary, doggy style, corruption kink, sir kink, power imbalance, Daddy kink, stockholm syndrome, he's lowkey mean, size kink, naive!Reader, virginity loss, fingering, spanking, dacryphilia. Minors do not interact.

MASTERLIST

Panicked and horrified eyes turn to stare at you when you are pointed out of your group of hostages to stand up from your position on the ground. Some of your colleagues look at you with pity, others with hope and plea in their teary eyes.

Please, do it for us.

The greater good, and all.

Before you can decide whether you are the sacrificial lamb type or not, the masked man who has called out for you wraps one of his gloved hands around your arm and tugs you away from your group. Your meek and wheezed out requests fall on deaf ears as you are marched down the main hall.

“P- Please!” You turn your head to look back at his covered face with tear stained cheeks, head slightly shaking as your hands tremble beside it from their position in the air.

“I won’t repeat myself” the soft volume of the man’s voice can easily be easily mistaken for mercy if not for the menace in his tone. And the fact that he has the biggest stature out of his entire group –practically a giant- does not help your case. “Get the fuck inside or I’ll make you” he nods towards the door of the manager’s office, gun trained at you threateningly. “Move it.”

Within the next few moments, the man has you pressed up between him and the heavy wooden desk while he towers over you, toying with the loose strands of your hair with a little pocket knife that he has brandished out of his leather jacket.

“Please…” You helplessly plead in vain, thighs quivering from the way he rests his gun between your legs. Your shaking thighs tightly hug the barrel as the tip presses into the table.

“Aw, honey” he is relaxed and unfazed, almost as though he is unaware of the severity of the situation. Or perhaps this is more natural to him than you can ever know. A chill rises in your back as realization hits you. He cannot care less. “Why are you crying?” The man gathers a drop of your panic on the tip of his blade before bringing it to his mouth and taking a lick before humming at the taste. “I just wanna be friends… don’t you wanna be friends?” Your bottom lip wobbles as you shake your head stupidly.

“P- Please lemme go join the rest…” He sighs at your sob, disappointed.

“Out there with all those average Joes?” His teal eyes watch you from behind the mask as he traces the shape of your clothed boobs with the knife. “Oh, come on, pretty girl” terror fills you when you feel his hard-on rubbing against one of your knees. “You’re too special to be out there with those lowlifes, baby” your body freezes when the knife trails its way up your chest to rest on your bottom lip.

“P- Please…” A whisper shudders its way out of your still lips while your widened eyes watch the blade trail along the opening of your mouth. “D- Don’t hurt me, s- sir…”

“I won’t have to if you behave…” The tip of the weapon clinks against your teeth as the crown of his gun caresses your intimate part at the same time; having found its way into your pencil skirt. “So say, doll. Will you behave for me?” You would be a fool if you think that you have any other choice than to nod. “Use your words now, come on” his muffled coo is so soft it nearly triggers something inside you.

But before you can ponder over it, his hand thumps against your cheek to bring you back to the present moment and you find yourself instantly nodding again. "Y- Yes, sir. I- I'll behave for you…" Something scratches at you from deep inside, but the sickening stimulation that you're being subjected to keeps you bound in the present moment.

"Good girl" you let out a relieved exhale when he pulls the blade from your lips and now brings it to the buttons of your blouse. "Tell me, honey. Do you have a boyfriend?" Your cheeks flush despite the situation and you gulp, lowering your eyes to watch him bounce the stitch holding your button together against the sharp metal. "Or… maybe a little girlfriend?" You can't help but loudly gasp when the thread finally comes undone and your swells bounce into his view.

"P- Please, sir…" The man tuts and shakes his head.

"Remember, baby. I'll only be nice to you if you are nice to me…" As if to put emphasis on his words, he straightens the knife and softly pokes one of your boobs by sliding the tip inside. You can't see it but your hurried apology makes him smirk under the mask. "Now, then. Where were we…?"

"N- No, sir…" You softly sob, unable to control your tears. "I d- don't have a boyfriend…"

"Good girl" he speaks as if he knows you and like you owe it to him, his gun-holding hand disappearing inside his jacket to put the weapon away. Though the relief that washes over you at the sight is short-lived because said hand then comes to grip and caress one of your thighs… under your skirt. "You're too good for silly little boys" your mouth falls agape when he suddenly catches two more of your buttons in a single strike, making your boobs jerk downwards due to the sudden change in pressure.

"Please–!"

"Shhhh" his rough hands yank you closer and against him by the help of your ass, your clothed core colliding with his bulge as he now presses the wider part of the knife against your lips. "I won't remind you again, baby. I'll only be nice to you if you shut up and behave like a good fucking girl" his eyelids flutter a little when his hips move against yours. "Because you'll look just as pretty to me without a tongue as you do now, so make your choice" you freeze as blood drains from your face.

The man gives you a few moments to try him and then he hums in satisfaction when you don't dare.

"See, that wasn't so fuckin' hard, was it, baby?" Your eyes sting from how tears keep spilling out and down your face in thick streams, the saltiness pricking at your lips as you feel his knife cut your skirt open from the middle before he tears an opening in your pantyhose, groaning at the sight of your pussy before you feel the leather of his gloves tease your folds. "Fucking hell, honey. You've such a cute little pussy on you" you can no longer clearly see what he's doing due to your blurry vision, but the violation of your intimate parts leaves you devoid of any desire to do so.

Your mind screams at you to stop him.

No one should touch you.

You don't know why exactly, but every fiber of your existence is screeching at you to run.

Not so much to escape, instead to avoid being defiled.

But what match are you to an armed man who is thrice your size?

"It's so tiny and fragile, do you think she can handle me, huh baby?" His voice is heavy as he now pumps his huge leaking cock with one hand, hissing when he touches the tip against your opening to gather some of your slick before spreading it on himself. "You can cry as many of those pretty little tears as you want, angel. Your naughty little pussy is telling me everything I need to know" a sob leaves you at his words as you helplessly sit wide legged with your head hung low, hands resting flat on the table behind you like you had been instructed to do so a few moments ago, now awaiting the inevitable.

"Fuck" he can't help but roughly curse when your opening refuses to accommodate him and his thick tip slides off it a couple times. "A feisty one" he snickers casually like this is the most normal thing ever. "Good thing I am in the habit of taming–" his words abruptly disappear into a grunt that is accompanied by a jerk of his hips, the action eliciting a loud moan of discomfort from you, "–silly brats like this sweet little pussy here" your back arches as your features scrunch in discomfort, nails pressing against the wooden tabletop. Your pussy squelches around his cock as it is being pried open by his thick girth.

"Ohhh, sir!" You grunt and more tears escape your eyes. "N- No, no…" Your thighs tremble as you shake your head in horror. "N- No… This is wrong…" Your voice is barely a whisper but he seems to understand you clearly.

The man cruelly chuckles, the action causing vibrations to travel up your body from where they are connected. "But it sure feels fucking great, don't you agree?" The flat part of his knife digs into the side of your leg as he tightens his hold on your thighs and settles on a rhythm, hips rocking back and forth between the space of your legs.

Your arms give out and buckle in, causing you to land on your elbows as the loud squeaks of your pussy squeezing at the skin of his cock before letting it go with humiliating clicks only for it to repeat fills the air.

Your lack of response makes him snort. "What, you don't agree?" When you still don't say anything and just continue to stare at his ski mask, a competitive glint appears in his teal eyes. He brings the knife to your lips and holds it against them. "Kiss it" when your shoulders shake with silent sobs, his hips speed up and the blade presses harder against your skin. "I said, kiss it!" The harshness of his tone forces you to succumb to fear and you obey, nearly sliding up and down the table as you peck the metal. "Now thank me for fucking you" your lips wobble against the weapon but he is relentless as he pants for air in the mask, one hand tightly curled around your knee as your other leg dangles from the table.

"T- Thank you for fucking me, s- sir…" He twitches inside you with a satisfied growl, each thrust fucking into you deeper and deeper.

"Now tell me I am the best cock you've ever had" your head is splitting. You feel as though you are being pulled in two opposite directions. A chaos has erupted in your mind and you can barely register his demands anymore. "Do it!" The slap he lands on your boob breaks your train of thought but the hit triggers something inside you and you speak before you can think it over.

"Please, sir! He won't like it! I can't!" You have no idea who you are referring to and the way his eyes narrow down at you signals that he doesn't either.

Just what the hell is going on?

The entirety of today feels like one big Deja Vu.

"Who won't like it?!" His thrusts have turned animalistic but his voice is much less nonchalant than before. "You said you didn't have a boyfriend!"

"I don't!" You squeak out through your tears as your pussy clenches around him and your stomach flips over, the overwhelming sensation in addition to the cruel way in which his hips snap causing your elbows to give up at last.

"Then who the fuck are you talking about?!" Your shoulders knock over the stationary holder as you shake your head helplessly.

"I- I don't know!" His hot seed explodes in your tight cavern as you whine loudly, desperate to get away from the assault his cock is inflicting on your worked up gspot. "I don't know! I don't know!" You are at a puzzling loss of words. "But he won't like it! He won't!"

His concluding thrusts feel almost angry -not that they were much tender in the first place- as a string of muttered curses release from his clenched mouth, the man's long dark hair swaying over his broad shoulders every time he moves.

"Fucking hell, angel" he rasps once he has finally stopped, though he still remains inside you. "They really did do a number on you, didn't they?" His mask is nearly snatched off his face in the next moment to reveal the most handsome man you have ever seen.

Utterly remarkable features accompany the teal eyes that watch you angrily, shiny long strands framing them in the most attractive way as the wide shoulders of the man rise and fall with each furious exhale of his flared nose. His sharp jaw that is covered in light stubble is tightly set as he scans your face, fingers tightening around your flesh more and more with the passing second.

You feel your nether region blink against his cock as you numbly take notice of every detail that he has to offer. Your eyebrows furrow after a few moments when you realize just what you are doing. Then as your eyes begin to widen and palms find the surface of the desk to press against it in order to hoist you up, the realization of why you are doing what you are dawning upon you.

Your face is next to his within the next second, the discomfort of your joint bodies long forgotten as you reach a finger out towards his face to touch it.

"Oh, my God…" You whisper as you slowly trace out what the mask had been hiding and like a dam broken, a barrage of memories hits you so hard your vision falters momentarily. "No way…" Your hand falls limp at your side in shock.

"Small world, eh?" His grin glints in the dim lighting of the room.

. . .

A loud thump sounded right outside the door of your wardrobe and you couldn't help but whimper, the sound making you widen your eyes before you hurriedly buried your mouth in your fuzzy yellow blanket.

It was an ordinary Saturday night and you had been watching a movie when you had run out of snacks. So you paused it and got out of bed to grab yourself something from the kitchen but faint unexpected footsteps in the hallway leading to your room forced you to halt your quest.

Thankfully, you had made it into your current hiding spot just in time before the door to your room slowly opened and a huge figure stepped in, peeking around the room before it stilled in front of the TV. You watched through the slits of the doors as the mysterious man had put two and two together before beginning his search.

For you.

You slowly shifted a little to see better when he disappeared momentarily, but then he suddenly walked by the wardrobe and you had to stuff the blanket in your mouth to keep yourself from gasping. The man paused and scanned the room again. Your heart thumped loudly in your chest as he turned towards your bathroom and vanished from your field of vision again. A door opened before clicking close and you sighed in relief.

Letting a few moments pass before slowly opening the door to a crack, you half turned to grab Kiki, your cuddle buddy and favorite teddy in the entire world from where she had fallen off your lap a moment ago. Though when you went to exit the wardrobe to find your phone and figure out your next move, you found a pair of teal eyes watching you from the crack you had just created, the shock causing you to jump out of your skin and land against the wall behind you with a loud gasp.

You clutched your blanket and teddy close to your pounding chest as you hid your face in your knees, shaking in fear as your heart hammered against your ribcage.

Some moments passed in complete silence before you felt hands tugging at your cocoon. "Please, please, please!" The most soothing voice you had ever heard responded to them.

"I'll be nice to you if you'll be nice to me" his words were the most convincing you had ever heard. "What do you say, angel?" You raised your head just enough to see a metal arm extended towards you.

"Please don't hurt me" you whispered through a wobble of your bottom lip.

"I won't have to if you behave yourself" his form towered you like a vulture hunching over its prey. "You're a good girl, aren't you?" Your furniture had given him some idea of the kind of person that you were.

And the rest Bucky wanted to find out for himself.

He had decided that he would have you before he had even stepped inside this room when the framed pictures of you with friends and family decorating the living room had caused a tent inside his pants.

"Use your words for me" you whimpered before slowly nodding your head.

"Y- Yes, sir. A- Am a good girl" he hummed before thrusting his held out hand in your direction.

"Come on, then. Don't make me repeat myself" the menacing edge to his tone made you gulp and comply before the minute's end.

You were slowly and carefully helped out and onto your feet. The stranger's silky hair rushed forth to frame his face when he lowered it to look at Kiki as she landed with a thump on the floor.

Holding your hand in a firm grip, the man bent to pick her up but didn't hand her back to you.

"And who is this?"

"K- Kiki, sir."

"Is she your… friend?"

"B- Bestie, s- sir…" Unbeknownst to you, his cock hardened at your choice of words.

Fuck.

"Do you want her back?" You slowly nodded with pleading eyes.

He hummed again before speaking. "There's a condition."

"C- Condition, s- sir?"

"You will be quiet and obedient."

You agreed, not that you had much of a choice but Kiki's wellbeing was your top priority.

The stranger placed you on your bed within the next few moments, pulling your blanket away and giving you a pointed look before threateningly waving the poor teddy in the air when a low whine escaped you. The warning was enough for you to shut your mouth as you curled your toes, flushing under his violating gaze that scanned your underdressed form.

You were clad in nothing but a tank top and some strawberry pattern underwear. The sudden shift in your body temperature due to the lack of a blanket made your nipples harden against the sheer material of your shirt and the man cursed under his breath before his free hand traveled to his bulge.

"Why don't you show me how well you and Kiki get along, huh, angel?" You eagerly nodded when the teddy was finally allowed back in your safe hold and you protectively hugged her before going to speak but his next action had you gasping in shock instead.

"Sir–"

The man clicked his tongue. "One little peep and you can sweep little Kiki from the hearth tomorrow morning" your eyes became glassy at his words, bottom lip wobbling. And then you inaudibly vowed upon your teddy's safety.

"S- Sorry, sir."

"See?" His breathing was labored when he stripped you of decency, spreading your legs to examine what was between them and inaudibly grunting at the sight. "That wasn't so hard now, was it, baby?" You shuddered and exhaled heavily through your mouth when his hand curved over the shape of your pussy, thumb swiping over your moist folds.

"N- No, sir." He clicked his tongue.

"You're too little for that, honey. Call me Daddy." Though questions emerged in your mind, you kept them to yourself for Kiki's sake. "Well?" He raised an eyebrow as his digit found its way to your entrance and he poked at it, the sensation causing you to jump up in shock.

But you knew better than to express it.

"... Y- Yes, Daddy…" The word felt foreign and awkward in your mouth, but the intrusion of your private areas overpowered every other feeling.

"Tell me how it feels, honey" the man's tone turned into one of coaxing as the tip of his thumb glided up and down between your folds before circling your entrance. But he kept it from invading your privates for now.

Your eyebrows were tightly furrowed together as you whined, nuzzling your face into Kiki. "W- Weird, Daddy" that seemed to please him, and he hummed in approval.

"Good girl" a loud and confused squeak escaped you when he pushed the tip of his digit up your glistening slit next.

"S–" the click of his tongue stopped you and you corrected yourself just in time. "Daddy!"

"It's okay, honey. Daddies are supposed to take care of their little babies like this" his thumb was soon replaced by his middle finger and you couldn't help but let out a moan when it began to toy with the hood of your clit now, his finger working you open all the while. "See, getting better, isn't it, angel?" It was nothing but strange for your inexperienced body. Your hips tightened but you had no idea what it meant or led to.

And the intimidating visual was not helping the puzzle.

"L- Looks so scary, Da- Daddy" your bottom lip jutted out as you sniffled, unknowingly clenching around his finger and making him twitch inside his pants in turn.

"Aw, baby" he could swear you were the most precious thing he had ever come across. "Too much for your innocent eyes to handle, is it?" He had to have you. "Daddy can help you with that" his finger plopped out of you and your hole retracted, a shudder running down your spine at both the feeling itself and the loss of contact.

A small pout made its way on your face as you snuggled into Kiki, subconsciously missing the penetration.

Bucky moved further onto his knees and grasped your naked thighs in his strong calloused hands. "Turn around for Daddy, angel" you were moved to your knees in front of him. He spread your legs apart before moving back to undo his own pants, admiring the handiwork that he had made of you all the while.

Then he told you that it would feel a bit strange at first, that it may even hurt, but then it was sure to feel good.

You panicked when he entered your narrow opening as he hissed out curses, his metal hand curling around your thigh while the other rested on your ass cheeks that it fondled every now and then.

His words that you had initially suspected turned out to be true the more he moved inside you. Your tight, warm channel of moist flesh gripped at his cock in the same way your arms bracingly choked Kiki, whines drawling their way out of your gaping mouth as you nuzzled your flushed face in her soft body, feeling a small flame ignite in the base of your stomach.

"Hnnng owwhh, Daddy!" You whined as stars clouded your vision when his thick tip hit you deep up your cavern in a certain tender spot.

"You're so fuckin' tight, angel" his breathing was laboured as his muscular thighs slapped against yours, the collision causing your skin to sting as well as fill the room with a loud clapping sound which was occasionally accompanied by a squelch or two. "It's like you were waiting for your Daddy all along, huh?" You winced when one of his hands wrapped around your hair to pull you back as gently as he could manage. "Tell me you were waiting for me to come along and fuck this pretty pussy broken" you yelped when his free hand landed a harsh smack to one of your ass cheeks. When you didn't respond, he gave a demanding yank to your head. "Don't make me repeat myself, now."

Bucky could see that you had some difficulty with carrying out orders.

So he added that to the list of the things that you would have to work on.

"I- I…" Your chest ached as you struggle to breathe, feeling your senses battle between pain and pleasure. "I w- was waiting for you to co–" your words dissolved into a moan as your form swayed under his rough fucking, "come- come, come and–!" Your fingers tightened around Kiki to brace yourself against the influx of sensation that burst out between your legs when he spanked you one last time before trailing his fingers down your pussy.

"Go ahead, baby" his lips found the crook of your neck before his sharp teeth grazed against the skin. "You're doing so well for me" your back arched when he pecked your skin right before biting down on it.

And all of a sudden, the sensory overload was too much for your fucked out mind to handle. Your hips clenched and a lava of what you could only classify as pleasure exploded between them, your vision paling and hearing becoming muffled, mouth falling open to let out raspy stomach churning moans. Suddenly, the intensity of every stimulus that had been tearing its way into your body decreased and a faint ringing swam in your ears. The skin piercing hammering of your heart morphed into heavy thumps and your body went limp as it hung from the robber's cock, being held up solely by the tangle of his arms that encircled your body.

Bucky felt himself twitch when your orgasm gave way to obedience and you guzzled out your words to fulfill your command. "W- Waz wai'ing for D- Daddy to come along and f- fuck my pussy b- broken" his curse went unheard by you due to your temporary vertigo.

"Now tell Kiki that" he had to tap one of your cheeks to bring you back to the present. "Look at Kiki and tell her that" the sternness of his words fueled the overstimulation that your core was suffering, the hypersensitivity causing you to clench hard around his girth that pounded into you at a barely registerable pace, your knees shaking uncontrollably.

"K- Kiki…" Your arms were jelly as you forced them to wobble the pink teddy up in your sight since your head was locked in place by the grip he had on your hair. "I- I…" You whined out a loud moan. "W- Waiting on D- Daddy to c- come and b- break l- little pussy o- open" the brokenness of your voice coupled with the omission of words reached out for his climax and pulled it through. Bucky loudly cursed out in between moans as he rammed into you animalistically, his seed searing into your worked up walls and coating the flesh pale.

You had never been praised the way you were that night when the man– Bucky, he told you once he had placed you in the comforting bath he drew for you, cleaned and washed you thoroughly as he pressed reassuring kisses to your tear stained cheeks. When he declared the next morning that he was moving in, you did not say much for he still intimidated you but you had your suspicions. However, as time passed and you two grew closer than ever, you realized that the transition had been much easier and natural than you had expected.

Your lover excused you from your outdoor obligations and gave you a list of rules to abide by to make sure you would well fulfill your role as the homerunner. He made a promise with you to mend his ways and he actually did it by finding himself an honest job that paid well enough for your household. Then, even though you reassured him that he could just give you your grandmother's ring to propose, he was adamant on buying you one with a big rock. One that would match the shine of your pretty eyes, he said.

In other words, everything was going well.

Yes, the beginning of your relationship had been unconventional to say the least.

But fate had a strange way of bringing people together.

That eventful night had been your share.

What did such silly things matter when the both of you loved each other so much?

That was, until one day…

. . .

"I told you, angel. I'd always find my way to you" the man speaks as he fixes his pants while keeping a vigilant eye on you.

Your mouth is wide as tears wet your cheeks like an unceasing waterfall. "Daddy…"

"Yes, Daddy" passive rage drips off his smug words. "You thought you could report me and flee the country and that'd be the end of it?"

You shake your head vehemently and sputter out all the words you can manage in your honest defense. Your labored breathing turns into sobs as you grab at his hands and plead your case desperately.

You hadn't reported him. You could never do that to your Daddy and future husband!

Not even in your worst nightmare!

What had actually happened was that you had been tending to your daily tasks as usual when some strange men with badges you did not understood had shown up to your house while he was at work. They were mean but they had not hurt you. Instead, they had thrusted all kinds of files and records in your face, saying unbelievable things about your Daddy that simply could not be true and then demanding you tell them where he worked.

But you were too little to know those things.

So they ransacked your house before one of them found a piece of paper from one of Bucky's jackets before showing it to the rest. Their boss had turned back to look at you one last time with pity in his eyes before he called someone on his phone and joined his fellow men in one of the sleek black SUVs that they had arrived in. Your Daddy had not come home that night. Instead, your sobbing mother who lived in a different city had approached you where you had been waiting for Bucky out on the front stairs of the house.

She had forced you away from your home. You kept telling her that you had to inform your Daddy of what had happened and that he never ate without you and that he would be looking for you. But your sweet mother had become a tyrant with your safety -like you needed it- and you just could not understand the hysteria until she placed you in therapy that you thought you did not need.

But when you finally did start responding to the kind lady at the funny smelling clinic, you had slowly understood your mother's manic behavior.

"... And she said you were a terrible man that I best forget all about and move on in my life, Daddy. I didn't mean to blank you out!" You finish your speech, squeezing his fingers earnestly as your eyes beg his to believe you. "I didn't want to. But they said you were bad and a criminal and, and– I didn't have a choice" you sob and shake your head desperately, the awareness of just how hurt he must have felt when you disappeared choking your heart out. "And they wouldn't listen and they kept saying that you kidnapped me and–" he doesn't interrupt you. In fact, he hasn't done much of that in the past few minutes.

But then a heavy bell goes off in your head all of a sudden and you understand why he has been quiet, the horrific realization causing your muscles to freeze and shrivel as you feel foam rising in your mouth. Your eyes widen to the shape of saucers as the pattering of your tears literally becomes audible in the quiet room. "... But… Y- You…" Your clammy fingers try to yank themselves out of his. "You… did kidnap me after…" Terror grips at your throat.

Unreadable emotion passes by his teal orbs faster than you can process. Bucky lowers his head as he restricts your hands from pulling out of his by interlocking them in an iron-strong hold. Heaving in a deep sigh, he snickers to himself humorlessly, the long strands of his hair falling over his face as his shoulders shake.

"Oh, angel" he looks up once he finally gains composure over what had turned into sneering chuckles. "You will have to relearn everything all over again, won't you?" Your body feels petrified as the graveness of the matter sears into your muscles. He tugs his gloves off before cupping your face with his metal hand. "Good thing we have the rest of our lives with no one left to trouble us this time, huh?" With a promising kiss to your lips, he pulls his mask back down and fishes another one out of his jacket before slipping it over your face. "Come on, let's go home" Bucky effortlessly hauls you onto one of his massive shoulders after he swipes your nose with his thumb on which he had poured a strange substance out of a vial. The liquid instantly numbs your mind and your eyes go heavy, not that your terrified body was moving much in the first place.

The next few things that you feel through your melting senses include Bucky pulling your tattered skirt down before giving a powerful smack to your ass, turning in the opposite direction of the way you had come here after exiting the Manager's office, descend the fire escape that he chooses to exit the building through before briefly jogging to what you figure is probably a vehicle since you hear the beeping open of a lock.

And then everything goes dark.

#bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes imagine #mcu bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #dark bucky #dark bucky smut #dark bucky x you #dark bucky x reader #dark bucky barnes

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dejabooooo · 3 months

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The Anti-Pines family is utterly fascinating. We have the blueprint for an entire pseudo canon AU, and remarkably I have seen little input from the fandom in regards to it. I can’t imagine why because there is SO MUCH TO WORK WITH HERE.

Anti-Waddles being as nefarious as Anti-Mabel. “The first pig to ever go to jail for armed robbery.” Like 😭😭 imagine waddles standing upright and holding a tommy gun. Imagine no one in the bank their holding up taking them seriously because they’re an adorable little girl and a chubby pig, and mabel threatening to put a bullet between someone’s eyes like “u better cough up the bacon before this bacon smokes u.” I wanna see what other heinous atrocities the cutest crime duo in the multiverse get up to.

ANTI-SOOS BEING A FORBES BILLIONAIRE HOW AND WHY DID THIS HAPPEN

You’d think if Anti-Ford represents the opposite of Ford that you’d wind up with someone who is exceptionally normal and uninteresting but NOPE. Anti-Ford is easily the weirdest here. FUCKING??? YOUTUBER??? DJ?? A sixty-something year old man with 200 subscribers who posts about his dubstep set lists daily. Utterly baffling.

Anti-Stan and Anti-Dipper are the most understandable in terms of being complete opposites of their counterparts, but all of this makes me wonder how differently their stories would play out because of this. Anti-Mabel was “chased out of her dimension” for being so evil. How does her family feel about this? Are they trying to get her back? Does this bizarre cast embark on a comical and heartfelt journey to try and bring her home? A journey that ends in an emotional reunion? Perhaps one that Mabel fights as she clings to her indifferent, cold ideology while her family begs her to come home. All of them recollecting her horrible crimes with proportionately little exasperation and an abundance of fondness. Stan recounting when she stole all the money from a fundraiser he’d held so she could instead invest the funds into remodeling their entire house to have a monochrome minimalist decor. Ford reminiscing about the time she tried to use his channel to funnel money into a crypto/nft scheme. Dipper having countless stories. like how happy she’d make him when he’d get to skip school thanks to her (because she burned down the school, multiple times). About how she’d sabotaged pretty much all of his relationships, but it was a good thing in the end because it allowed him to realize that who he always really loved was that dorky socially awkward corduroy girl he hadn’t noticed at first. All of this retrospection from her family chipping away at her hardened heart and- phew, I'm getting carried away, but the possibilities, man! These characters could be so much more than a one time joke.

There is also the matter of Anti-Bill. “He is very boring.” Shut up??? Speak for urself, schmebulock, he sounds delightful. This is another character I believe you could expand in many interesting ways. I mean think about it, a being possessing the same caliber of bill’s omniscience and using it for good sounds amazing. Knowing all the beauty in all the universes and going out of his way to share it with weary minds through their dreams. Nullifying nightmares. What if he were a healing antidote to the mind, a medicine to bill’s mind unraveling madness? What if they knew each other?

Do you see my (delusional) vision here guys?

#gravity falls #gf #mabel pines #waddles #soos ramirez #stanford pines #dipper pines #grunkle stan #stanley pines #bill cipher

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