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nicestgirlonline · 6 months

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Let Me Hear You Scream

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT AHEAD! 18+ ONLY! MINORS DNI! language, threatening situations, DUB CON, horror elements

Word count: 3.8k

Summary: It’s the 90s so you actually answer the phone when you’re watching movies

a/n: Happy Halloween yall!!!! Still working on other projects but really wanted to get something out for Halloween! This was for @witchywithwhiskey’s Horror Movie Hoe-a-thon! the prompts I picked were Scream and “I’m your boyfriend now” Hope you all enjoy!!!! Thanks for reading, I’d love your feedback! Reblogs and comments are love <3

1993. A sleepy suburban town, where nothing exciting ever happens. Friday night.

Your friends were all going out to Wanda’s party, but you were stuck housesitting for your aunt. Your mom had promised you would house sit weeks ago, so you couldn’t get off the hook. It was a big empty house, more rooms than your aunt could ever need. Most were filled up with storage and dust bunnies.

You tried to make the best of the boring night-in. You rented some Meg Ryan movies with plans to completely veg out. You ordered an extra large pizza with all of your favorite toppings and raided your aunts pantry for snacks.

You glanced down at your shirt and saw red. Pizza sauce! Blooming red circle right in the center of your cream sweater. You let out a huff of frustration. Some Friday night.

You changed into comfy nightwear--a baby blue cotton gown that brushed the very top of your knees, along with a pair of fluffy bunny slippers for good measure. You settled back down in front of the TV.

RING. RING. RING.

You picked up the phone, squeezing it between your ear and shoulder as you carried your snacks over to the kitchen.

“Hello,” you used your best fake customer service voice. Your aunt had asked you to take down any messages. She must have a new boyfriend she was hoping would call. You wait for a response but all you can hear is low breaths through the receiver. “Hello?” You try again

“Is this Sidney?” The voice was weirdly distorted and hard to place. It was deep, clearly a man’s voice.

“Sorry, wrong number dude.” You hung up before he could let another word out. You set the phone down by the cradle and go back to making your snacks. You got out the big popcorn bowl.

The phone rang out again. “Hello?” You answered. You really hadn’t expected to be fielding this many phone calls.

“Hey. Did I call you earlier?” It was the same strange voice. You blew some air through your lips, how annoying.

“Sidney’s not here. Have a good night--”

“Aw man. She must have given me a fake number. I don’t mean to bother you over and over tonight.” He sighed, sounding very apologetic.

“No worries. Have a good night.”

“Wait, wait. I like the sound of your voice.”

You paused. Was it totally weird to just chat with this guy? Yeah. But what harm could it be? You felt a bit of a flutter in your stomach. You never had talked to a stranger over the phone like this. It felt clandestine! You decided to go with it.

“Better than Sidney’s?” You asked, trying to make your voice sound as flirty as possible. You heard him hum approval.

“Much better than…let’s not talk about her. What are you doing tonight?” There was something very familiar about his voice. There was a crackle and static that made it so you couldn’t quite make it out. It must be a shitty connection.

“I was having a movie night. I’m making some snacks right now.” You started to curl the phone cord around your finger.

“What are you watching, Pumpkin? Something scary?”

“No way. I hate scary movies.”

“Especially not when you’re alone right?”

“Uh - um - I’m not alone. Actually.” You lied. How did he know you were alone? Was he just guessing?

“Scary movies are always scarier when you’re all alone, in a big empty house, that’s in the middle of nowhere,” he continued.

A shiver went down your spine. That was a bit too accurate. But there's no way he could possibly know where you were. It was a phone call!

“I just don’t like them. It's either some creepy slasher stabbing some big boobed blonde through her white t-shirt or a ghost that's a metaphor for trauma. No thank you,” you sighed.

“I think you’re being a little hard on them. Maybe if you watched them with a guy to cling to you’d like them more. Do you have a boyfriend?”

There it was. Obviously the alone comment was him trying to set the mood.

“Why do you want to know? Already over Sidney?” You teased him.

“Answer the question.” He was very serious. You didn’t like the tone he had.

“Yes, I do. Are you going to hang up?” You lied again, trying to call his bluff.

“You don’t have a boyfriend. What are you wearing? Something cute and virginal? What about your underwear?” You pulled the phone away from your ear in shock. You were officially too skeeved out. This wasn’t some poor guy who got slipped a fake number. He was a weirdo!

“Ok perv, I’m over this. Bye.”

“I wouldn’t hang up Y/N.” His voice was suddenly hostile. He spat each syllable out filled with hatred. Your blood ran cold. Your heart started to race. How would he possibly know your name?

“Is this a prank? Not very funny. Is this you Tony?” Your voice shook with fear.

“Who’s Tony? That your boyfriend?” He snarled.

“This is a really bad joke. Did someone put you up to this? Scott? Knock it off now!”

“Jesus you’ve got a lot of men in your life. Are you trying to make me jealous or something? I don’t like sharing.”

“I’m serious, this is a bad joke, so just give it up already.” You cried out, you looked around, making sure you were still totally alone.

“I don’t give up so easily. Do you, Pumpkin? Do you give it up to any guy who looks in your direction? I bet you do, you slut. That's why you're talking to a guy you don’t know while you’re all alone.”

“I’m hanging up, I already told you I’m not alone. My boyfriend is here! He’s big and he plays football. S-so don’t call back ok?” You tried to sound as forceful as possible but your lips wobbled and you tripped over your words.

“Pumpkin, you’re lying to me. You’re all alone in that big house in the middle of nowhere, wearing that skanky nightgown. I can see your nipples poking through this whole time. You’re so turned on by a psycho on the phone, huh?”

You let out a scream. You slammed the phone down, hanging it up. You started to spin a circle looking at all the windows, trying to see if you could see somebody watching you. You ran to the front door to make sure they were locked. You went window by window locking them and shutting the curtains. You took a chair from the kitchen and dragged it in front of the door, jamming it beneath the door knob.

RING RING RING RING

You looked around, trying to remember where all of the doors were in the house. You spun around running to the kitchen entrance. You double checked the lock and put the chain on the door. You slid down the door with your back pressing against it trying to catch your breath.

This wasn’t real. This had to be some fucked up prank. The guys were all too hyped up for Halloween and wanted to get a scare out of you. The ringing stopped and you heard the voicemail click, your aunt's outgoing message began to play.

“You screening your calls, skank? You’re gonna die, you little whore! I’m gonna see what your insides look like --” You picked up the phone just to end the message and slammed it back down. As you scampered away it fell down, swinging from the cord. You take off up the stairs, stumbling up the stairs.

You dash into the guest room you had been staying in. You quickly locked the door. Your hands were shaking still. How was this happening?

The window started to jiggle. You could hear the groaning old wood start to slide. With nothing better to arm yourself with you grabbed a pillow and started to wildly smack the intruder with all you could.

“Whoa whoa whoa, it’s me -- it’s me!” Bucky Barnes, your classmate, was gripping the window sill, flabbergasted from the pillow. You hadn’t even had time to register who it was before you attacked.

“Bucky? What the fuck are you doing here?” You demanded. This proved to you it had to be some kind of a prank. Why else would Bucky Barnes, the moody guy from your film class be climbing up to your room.

“Well, when you said you were busy tonight I thought I could just surprise you? Like a grand romantic gesture or something? Can you um, let me in? It's actually kind of cold.” He was shivering out there. He looked so earnest it tugged on your heart just a bit.

You motioned for him to come in. He heaved his body up, awkwardly crawling through the tight window then falling to the ground. He sprang back up quickly, smiling at you.

“Is this a prank? Are you in on this with the other guys or something?” You crossed your arms.

“Um, other guys? Are there other guys here? I thought I was being original.” He peered around you as if to look for them. You rolled your eyes.

“The phone calls Bucky. I’m not joking around.”

“What phone calls? I’ve been driving all night to get here from campus, then shimmying up some ivy. Haven’t exactly had any time to stop at a payphone. You know what. This was a bad idea, I can see that, I’ll just leave.” He sheepishly put his hands in his pockets as he crouched down to leave the way he came.

“No, no wait!” You grabbed him, keeping him from going outside. If it wasn’t Bucky then there was still a psycho out there! “I don’t know what's going on, but this weird guy kept calling me, and he was watching me! Like I think he was outside the house or something.”

“Calm down, calm down. I was just outside. There's nobody out there. It was probably just a prank call.”

He started to rub your back with slow soothing circles. It was intimate in a way you weren’t used to from Bucky. He was the quiet one, never really hung out unless Steve was around. His palm pressed into your lower back, holding you closer to him. His other hand cupped the back of your head, guiding you into the crook of his neck.

“You’re getting so worked up. Maybe you should just lie down.” He shushed you as you tried desperately to explain it wasn’t a prank call. He guided the two of you down to the bed. He laid down next to you.

“Bucky…why are you here?”

“I wanted to see you, I thought you knew…isn’t it obvious how I feel about you?”

Your head was spinning. Bucky liked you? He barely even talked to you! When he casually asked if you were going to Wanda’s party you assumed it was just small talk. He had grunted and left the second you told him you were busy.

“I think I should call the cops about this--”

“I’m here aren’t I? I’ll keep you safe.” His lips connected with yours silencing you from responding. His kiss was eager, but still so gentle. He slowly moved his lips against yours, basking in the taste of you. He took his time and slowly you could feel his tongue ghosts against your bottom lip, looking for entrance.

Maybe it was the adrenaline, the shock, or maybe Bucky was just an extremely good kisser, but you quickly fell under the spell of the kiss. You let yourself get lost kissing him, trying to forget the phone call prankster that had been terrorizing you.

Fear was still racking through your body, but Bucky felt safe. You tangled your hands in his hair bringing him closer. His hand slowly traced up and down your leg. Both his hands grasped your legs, essentially pinning you down. You felt a cool air waft over your thighs as his fingers gently crept beneath your nightgown.

He cupped you over your underwear, grabbing the elastic and letting it snap back against your skin. You finally broke free of the kiss to gasp. He sat back on his ankles, his hand still toying with your panties.

“Bucky, I--”

“Shhh it's ok. I’m here to save the day. No one's gonna hurt you while I’m around.” He pushed aside your panties and started to slowly circle your clit. You whined as he circles you again and again, the pleasure rushing through you and pushing every thought of terror out of your brain.

He pressed his thumb against your clit and dipped his fingers inside of you. He curled his fingers, dragging more moans out of you. As he fucked you with his fingers, you tilted your hips up for more delicious friction.

“That's it my brave girl, Bucky’s here for you,” he murmured above you. He spoke with such hard conviction. His eyes were intensely boring into yours, nearly unblinking. He was no longer softly in the throws of passion. He was a man on a mission.

He kept pumping his fingers, he brought his other hand up from your leg to palm himself through his jeans. He groaned as he adjusted himself and went back to work on you. His other hand circling around your inner thigh, moving your leg up to his shoulder.

“Bucky, please, please,” you babbled as the pleasure began to mount and mount. It was nearly unbearable as you chased your release, grinding your hips up and down on his hand, riding his fingers towards that sweet relief.

“Yes, you’re doing so well, you’re perfect.” He brought his lips to your neck and began to suck at your sensitive spot. You let out a cry of pleasure as your climax flowed over you. You clamped your legs together, biting down on your lip as another cry came out.

You took a moment to catch your breath, Bucky was still nibbling on your neck. You grabbed his face and brought his lips back to yours. He eagerly responded, his lips enveloping yours.

You grabbed the underwear that you were still wearing and rolled it down your body to fling them off. You sat up and grabbed at Bucky until you found his belt. You fumbled, trying to unbuckle it. Bucky's hands quickly found yours and he brought them together, kissing both your palms. He unbuckled the belt on his own. Removing it without ceremony or flourish. He then yanked his jeans and underwear down.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked.

“I want you so badly, Bucky,” you moaned.

He let out a strangled gasp that turned to laughter. You tilted your head at the reaction. He didn’t sound exactly happy, it was more sinister.

“I just have waited so long to hear you say that to me. I’m so happy right now,” he nearly giggled. He giddily took off his jacket, tossing it to the ground.

“Keep me distracted Bucky, ok?” You asked as you hitch your nightgown up to your waist.

“Oh yes, anything for you, Pumpkin.” He had a devilish smirk on his face as he pressed his lips to your navel, slowly kissing his way up. He grabbed your nightgown and finished taking it off. Tossed it to the side with the pile of his clothes.

He made his way up your abdomen before groping your chest with a satisfied hiss. He squeezed you roughly, making you squeak. He latched his lips onto your breast. You let out a gasp as he lightly bit down. He tended thoroughly to each breast, his wicked tongue teasing at your pebbled nipples until you were a moaning puddle.

He grasped his cock, stroking it a few times before guiding it to your folds. He brushed the head of his cock up and down your cunt, teasing it out. He pressed his forehead against yours.

“You really mean it, right? You want me?” he asked desperately.

“Yes --” Before another word could escape your lips, he entered you. His whole body shivered. He thrust the tip of his head in, easing in and out until he was fully sheathed inside of you. You moaned as the stretch burned in pleasure and pain.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” he moaned, the pace he had set was blistering. You gripped his shoulders to keep yourself anchored as he hammered into you. “You’re so tight, so tight fuuuck me.”

He thrust over and over, using the heel of his hand to keep working at your clit. You scratched your hands down his back as his pumps kept hitting the perfect spot. It was torturous pleasure as he kept working up and down your clit, not giving you a moment of respite.

You came again, your body seizing up as you cried out and then falling limp, boneless back down to the bed. Bucky grabbed your hips, pulling your lower body off the bed as he raced for his own release. The slapping sounds of your bodies filled the room along with his deep, gutural breaths.

“Yes, yes, you’re mine, you’re mine, I finally have you, finally, finally…” he babbled as he slowed his pace as he fucked out his climax.

XXX

You curled next to Bucky in the big fluffy guest bed. Both of you were happily satisfied. All thoughts of strangers on the phone were gone from your head. Now it was filled with what just happened.

Hooking up with Bucky? You’d never considered it before. You weren’t sure why, he was so very cute, you thought as you gazed at his face. His eyes were dreamily staring back at you, that big smile had not left his face yet.

“So if you want to like, hang out, I have snacks and movies. We can go curl up on the couch and just completely let our brains rot.” You traced tiny circles on his chest, feeling pretty confident he’d want to stick around.

“I’d be down for a little romcom night, as long as you’re there.” He affectionately tapped your nose.

“Good because that's all I’ve got!”

The two of you got back into a semblance of your outfits, you pulled your nightgown back on, and Bucky pulled on his boxers and the white undershirt he was wearing. You snagged his jacket and draped it over your shoulders. He hummed his approval and kissed you on the cheek.

You grabbed him by the hand and pulled him along down the stairs.

“You can go grab the popcorn, I’ll put the tapes in.” You directed Bucky towards the kitchen as you made your way towards the living room.

You pass the chairs jammed in front of the doors, and you remember your panic.

You shuddered--what a mean prank to pull. What kind of psycho talks to people like that?

You slipped your arms into Bucky's jacket to wrap yourself in it. It smelled sharp and sweet from his body wash and cologne blending together. You stuck your hands in the pockets, only to feel something heavy and tube shaped. You pulled it out, curious, turning it over in your hands a few times to investigate.

It was a long cylindrical looking microphone. You assumed it was some sort of film equipment, but why would Bucky bring that along?

“Hello?” You spoke into the mic. But instead of your own voice, the same distorted, crackling voice from the phone came out.

You dropped it. It was like a hot iron in your hand.

You realized Bucky must have heard you too. Your head snapped towards the kitchen. He was walking slowly towards you, a huge chef’s knife from the kitchen was now in his hands.

“Bucky what the hell is this?” You asked, slowly backing away from him.

“I…can explain.” His grip on the knife tightened and he raised his hands in the air as if in surender, never slowing his pace towards you.

“No, I think you need to leave.” You covered your body with your arms, trying not to trip over the furniture.

“No, no, no you’re misunderstanding --” He was getting closer to you, he reached his arms out to try and grab you.

“Leave me alone!” You screamed out as you broke into a run. You made a mad dash to the front door. Bucky was close behind you.

“I’m not going to hurt you!” He cried out as you fumbled with all the locks. Your hands were shaking, you tried to remove the chain from the door but it wasn’t moving fast enough.

Bucky's arm wrapped around your waist and yanked your body into his. His hard bulge poked at your ass.

“No!!” you cried out as you started to thrash around. You quickly stilled as the sharp point of the knife began to dig into your throat.

“Let’s calm down ok. I think you’re getting too worked up again.”

“B-Bucky, just say that it’s a prank. This was all a big prank. I won’t tell anyone. Just put the knife down please.” You try desperately to reason with him. He lets out an unamused grunt.

He began to drag you away from the door. You strained your neck as far as you could to keep the pressure from the knife as minimal as possible.

“You weren’t supposed to find out. Now it’s all ruined. Fuck. Fuuuck!” He growled. Clearly enraged he started to grapple you down to the floor.

“Why are you doing this to me?” You whimpered, tears oozing from the corners of your eyes. Rolling down your cheeks in huge streaks.

“You don’t get it. You never noticed me. All I wanted was for you to notice me. I just had to grease the wheels a little bit, put on a show to make you see…that I’m the guy for you.” He looked crazed. He moved the knife from your neck to your cheek. He caressed it against your cheeks like a lover's hand.

“Bucky please…put down the knife.”

“You’re misunderstanding me, you’re trying to run away! That’s why I have the knife because you need to listen to me. You always listen to the guy with the biggest tool in the room huh? You thought I was Tony. Does he call you up at night a lot or something? Huh?!”

You were just whimpering as he ranted above you. The blunt side of the knife was pressed against your cheek, the shiny metal reflecting into your eyes.

“Well you don’t have to worry about him anymore.” The look in Bucky’s eyes was primal, like he was no longer a man. The charming smile from before was now warped and too large, his lips curling to show his teeth and gums.

“You’re scaring me. Please don’t hurt me!”

“Hurt you? I would never.” He said, not moving the knife from your face. “I’m your boyfriend now. And I’m not going to let anything happen to you again.”

He brought the knife down from your cheek slowly, the sharp tip dragging down your neck. He began to slice the top button off your nightgown.

“Now, you made such beautiful noises for me before. Let me hear you scream, Pumpkin.”

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ravenromanova · 7 months

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Too close

Pairings: Ghostface Bucky x Female reader (I got this idea from a tiktok i saw of someone that made a scream poster of bucky as ghostface and i died and i also read a natasha ghostface fic and it was so good and i thought why not make one of bucky!) This is the fic that inspired this, by @abbyromanoff you can run but you cant hide

Warnings: Mentions of killing, blood, SMUT 18+!!!!! Mask kink, knife play, Blood kink, Daddy kink, Breeding kink, unprotected sex (Bucky and the reader have sex in another room from an unalived person) (My darkest fantasies are coming out to play here sue me) DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18+!!!!!!!!

Summary- Bucky doesn’t like it when people get too close to his girl. What happens when you figure out why everyone you talk to suddenly dies. Will you run?

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“This just in another the mysterious serial killer known as ghostface has claimed another victim. 22 year old Jordan Rodriguez was found in her new york apartment with 50 stab wounds. She was found by her roommate Janice after she came home from work. Officers haven’t given many details as to if they are any leads into who this killer could be. But they have advised everyone within the brooklyn area to be inside by 8pm to limit any risks.” The nightly news reporters vice echos through your apartment as you watch through hooded eyes.

This was the fifth person this week to die a brutal death and not to mention you seem to have had an interaction with everyone that has died. Fear floods your veins as your head runs a thousand miles and hour and what this could mean. Is someone out to hurt you? Do you have a stalker who is killing everyone you know to get you alone? Are you next? That’s all you can think about before your thoughts are cut off by the front door opening.

You shriek and jump off the couch and run to the kitchen to grab whatever knife you can. You decide to duck behind your island with the knife as you hear footsteps walk in. The footsteps are heavy yet soft as the approach you. It’s not until the figure comes closer to you that you jump in front of them and attempt to stab them but they catch your hand.

“Woah they’re tiger” The voice says and you drop the knife once you realize who it is. You flick on the kitchen light before walking over to him and throwing your arms around his shoulders and hugging him.

“I’m sorry jamie” You apologize to your boyfriend and he just chuckles in response.

“It’s okay babydoll, but what has you so freaked out?” He asks looking at your with eyes of concern.

You sigh as you look at him before you decide to tell him what’s wrong. “The news- They said another person has been killed…A-And i knew the person who was killed, Ive known all the people who’ve died this week! What-what if someone is out to hurt me? What i-if i- die?” Your voice breaks as you speak your fears. He looks at you and brings you in for another hug.

“Oh babydoll it’s going to be okay im sure it’s nothing” He said calmly as she stroked your back and kissing the top of your head.

You sighed as you looked at him while you nodded your head. Maybe you were just being paranoid you thought, maybe this is just one big coincidence and you’ll be fine. Yea… you’ll be fine.

“Yea maybe you’re right” You didn’t sound too convinced with your own words but you try to shake off the feeling that something bad is happening.

“Come on babydoll lets get you into bed so you stop overthinking in that pretty little head of yours” His voice is so soft and sweet as he takes your hand in his and walks you two to the bedroom. When the both of you enter the room he tells you to lay down and then goes to get something. Thirty seconds later he comes back with your favorite blanket and stuffed animal and slides in bed next to you.

That night the two of you cuddle and have cute little conversations that help ease your overthinking. You fell asleep with him whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

What you didn’t know was that Bucky was panicking since he stepped foot into the apartment. He thought he had been caught when you attempted to stab him but luckily for him you were as clueless as ever.

~one week later~

You sighed as you watched the news and they reported the 8th murder in two weeks. And very unfortunately for you, you had known the persons who died…just like the rest of them. That really didn’t help with the overthinking that’s for sure.

It was around 4am when you decided to turn off the tv and head to bed. Your brows furrowed when you realized Bucky wasnt home yet. You thought maybe he had gotten an overnight shift at the garage but normally he tells you that. You decided to check ‘find my friends’ since it kinda worried you that he wasnt home.

When his location showed that he was at an apartment complex your heart sank. A thousand possibilities were running through your head as you threw some sweats on, grabbed your keys and headed out the door to find your boyfriend.

The whole car ride you were full of anxiety and your brain wouldn’t shut up. Once you pulled up to the complex you quickly ran to the car not in the mood to play around if he was fucking someone else. You followed the gps and walked right up to the front door but you noticed it was open slightly. So what did you do? You walked right into the dark apartment despite not knowing who or what you’d find.

But what you did find sent bile to your throat. There was a figure dressed in all black standing over who you thought was your boyfriend with a knife in their hand.

“BUCKY!” You screamed as you ran over to the body on the floor. It wasnt until you got up close that you realized that the person wasnt Bucky…It was the barista that served you your coffee this morning. Your thoughts ran wild as you mumbled incoherent words under your breath.

But those were quickly cut off once your heard the masked figured laughing. You whipped your head around and stared at the figure in horror.

“Oh Kotenok you’re so precious” The masked figured said as he slowly removed his mask. Your eyes widened as you saw who was under the mask… It was Bucky. You quickly stood up and backed away from him as you started to hyperventilate.

“W-What the hell?” You finally said after you finally slowed your breathing down. Bucky chuckled as he came closer to you and wiped some sweat off his forehead.

“I guess it’s finally time to tell you-“ He said as she took off the costume and dropped the knife. You stared at him as his hand come up to caress your cheek. “You see kotenok i never meant for any of this to happen- But these people-t-they flirt with you and get too close to you. And i cant have that, i cant have people wanting to take what’s mine. And see i wouldn’t mind so much that people mindlessly flirt with you… if you didn’t flirt back” He seethed as he grabbed your face.

You were speechless at his confession never in a million years did you think he’d do this. But the idea that you’re his motive, that he just wants to keep you to his self is intoxicating. You look up at him with doe eyes before you finally find the words to say.

“You do all of this to make sure that i stay yours” Your voice heightens in excitement as you wait for his response.

His grip tightens on your face as he speaks. “Yes kotenok i do- i cant stand the thought of someone else having you the way i do” He confess as his eyes darken at the way you smirk.

“That’s- the hottest thing i think you’ve ever said to me” Bucky smiles devilishly at your words and suddenly picks you up and pushes you against the wall. His lips are on yours within a seconds time and the kiss is the dirtiest thing you’ve ever done.

“Put the mask back on” The words come out breathless as your chest rises due to the lack of air. He smirks as he walks you over to the couch and lays you down before grabbing the mask and knife again. He put the mask back on and then slowly stalks towards you and he twirls the knife in his hand.

“Oh fuck” You whisper under your breath when he climbs on top of you. Even though you cant see his face you know for a fact he’s smirking. He wastes no time in ripping off your shirt along with your sweats leaving you in just your panties.

“So pretty” His voice comes out a little muffled as he speaks due to the mask but it made it so much hotter. He then takes the knife that he wiped off and drags it across your bare chest. Your breath hitches in your throat as the cool metal hits your skin. Bucky then drags the knife down your torso and slices your panties off and drags it across your bare pussy.

“Please” You beg as you grab the hand with the knife and place it on your stomach. He places the blade on your skin and digs it in just a little, “Mark me” Bucky wastes no time in carving his initials into your skin he leaves a little ‘J.B.B’ on your stomach, before wiping the blood away with his thumb. Your grab his thumb and slowly bring it to your mouth before you clean his thumb off.

“Fucking hell kotenok” He groans at your actions. Bucky grows impatient as he throws the knife across the room making note to pick it back up later. He then spreads your pussy and starts to play with your clit and your back arches in reaction.

“Please daddy” You beg and then he adds two fingers into you in a swift motion and chooses a relentless pace. This is the filthiest thing you’ve ever done but right now, in this moment you dont give a flying fuck.

The pleasure you feel is beyond intense as Bucky curls his fingers and hits your g-spot just right. You let out a screaming moan as your first orgasm bursts through you. “Oh fuck” You breathe out the best you can as you slowly takes off his pants and boxers exposing his hard cock standing at attention for you.

“I want you so bad please daddy” He doesn’t need much motivation after you give him the go ahead. Bucky slams his cock into you hard and fast and you scream in response to his movement.

“Yes yes yes” You chant as you sit up and wrap your arms around him as Bucky slams into you. The room is filled with the filthy noises of your pussy and his balls slapping your skin.

“Gonna fucking breed you kotenok” He grunts and picks up his speed chasing his high. You can feel your second orgasm build up as he talks about breeding you.

“Oh please breed me daddy- fuck- wanna be full of your babies” You plead as you grind your hips down on his cock earning a guttural moan from him.

“Yea? You want that your little slut? You wanna have my kids?” He asks even though he already knows the answer. You dont find the words to respond and just opt for nodding your head. And in turn Bucky changes the position so he’s back on top and he thrusts into you like never before. Your moans become louder and his pace gets rougher. The both of you end up finishing within a matter of minutes and once you do you take the mask off him and just stare at him.

You take a moment and rub your thumb over his bottom lip before you bring him into a passionate kiss. Bucky grunts into the kiss and wraps his arms around your waist lovingly. After you break the kiss you look into his blue eyes and smile softly.

“I love you” You whisper and put your forehead against his. In this moment you love him more than you ever thought possible. Did he murder someone? Yes. Did he kill almost a dozen people just for you? Yes. But he also did it because he loves you and that just makes your heart swell. You get an idea after a minute of just looking at him.

“Let’s clean this place up and then run away, Lets go some where else where it can be just us” You say with a pleading looking in your eyes. Bucky agrees and nods before getting you both dressed again.

The two of you clean up the mess and decide of what to do with the body before heading back home to pack your things. That night while in a way tragic was also the start of the rest of your lives together and you couldn’t be happier.

~the end~

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ACE OF WANDS

pairing: ghostface alpha!bucky barnes x omega!reader

concept: The roar of a raging flame cannot drown out the silence of death.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: sex toys + voice kink + fingering, mature themes, nickname ──(pretty girl, Darling)

a/n: Thanks for listening to my idea a few weeks ago, @syntheticavenger, and giving me tips on how to make it alive.

lovely beta: @writing-for-marvel & @/syntheticavenger

THE WITCHING HOUR ──── KINKTOBER'23

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Shadows are sought by winds blown with deliberate intent to devour the gleam hidden by might.

The inky blackness of the night sky provided protection and secrecy as you emerged from your candlelit bath. Your friends had invited you out to dinner and to the haunted house but since you were about to go into heat and there was a ghost face killer roaming around, you decided to stay home. You did not want to put yourself in danger, especially during October nights, when stalkers and serial killers roam the streets.

A drop of water fell onto the edge of the bathtub as you come out of the tub. You had a white robe that hung over a towel rack on one side of your bathroom. Wrapping the robe around your still damp body, you grab your phone from the charger and lay down to watch some videos.

Breathing deeply and closing your eyes, you inhaled the soothing lavender scent. Your racing heart was calmed by the aroma, which sinks into your skin and bring you a sense of peace. Warmth climbed into your body as longing stirred between your legs.

Even taking a bath couldn't calm your pain now. You had grown into a dark pain between your thighs. A moan escapes you, wetness dripping from your pussy between your legs.

The roar of a raging flame cannot drown out the silence of death.

The screen of your phone shows an unknown number as you stare at it with squinted eyes. You swipe to answer and hold the device to your ear out of curiosity.

A long period of silence ended with the sound of his deep voice mimicking your moans.

“Who is this?” you whispered, trembling at the thought of hearing the answer. Fear dripping off every word you used, an impending dread on your lips.

“Someone who knows your darkest secret, Darling.” A chill ran down your spine as your ears were cut by the knife-edged words piercing through the silence like an icy blade.

A fiery image flashed before your eyes as you panicked, wondering what he knew about you.

“What do you want?” He was drawn to your voice even though it was barely louder than a whisper.

“Would you like to play a game, sweetheart? His voice was demanding, but something sinister made you hesitate before denying him.

Despite all your rage, he ordered you to play a game.

A ghastly chuckle echoed in response and your stomach dropped at the thought that he was using you for his own amusement. There was no escaping him now, not when you were an omega in heat, so vulnerable.

He coldly instructed, "Show me what belongs to me," and it became apparent to you that this was simply another round of his game—one in which only he would win. All the fight left your body as the reality of his power set in, as he commanded again, "Open the robe and touch yourself for me, baby girl."

This night was his.

Silence can be heard between two hushed screams, one breathing heavily and the other silently.

“Oh, Alpha….” The fear of a night filled with murders seemed like a distant dream.

The vibrator hummed softly in the dark room like a devil's grasp. Every word he spoke was like a lash of wickedness as he commanded you to pleasure yourself. As you caressed yourself for him, his deep voice hummed in the background. You placed the vibrator along your clit as you writhed on the mattress, feeling the vibrations move through you. In the silence, you moaned loudly.

You weren't mated, but it felt like you were. It was as if his voice squeezed your wrist, forcing you to caress yourself. During a phone call with this unknown man.

"When the murderer asks you to touch yourself," he murmured, you didn't hear the word murderer from his lips, but rather he was the man who cut into your pleasure by murdering sane ideas. "Keep touching yourself in my honor."

Every second, your arousal escalated, returning into an erotic chant of dark desire.

You heard his voice pierce your thoughts as he commanded you closer and closer to something deep within that only he could fix.

You imagined him pleasuring himself in the face of your moans and touching your body, your moans and panting became increasingly ragged. Against the trembling vibrations of the vibrator of your aroused body, you bit your lip harder, wanting more of the sensation around your clitoris.

There was an abyss of forbidden passion he pulled you into.

"How does it feel, pretty girl?" he asked in a low growl. Your breath came in shallow bursts as you sank into the bed with eagerness.

You became bound by an uncontrollable passion.

Within your room, there was a sudden flash of a silhouette emerging from the shadows of the window. The noise of moans coming from within distracted you from feeling the heat coming in stronger. The scent of him was strong and infused with a hint of blood. This was a scent that enticed you to wrap yourself around him and let him knot you up to relieve the pain.

A menacingly sharp blade that glinted in the moonlight was wielded by the notorious ghostface alpha terrorizing every corner of town. While you were filled with terror, you experienced a sweet sensation of pleasure as his voice echoed through the night air, "Hello Sweetheart, it's an honor." as he let his bloody blade move in swirls before charging into your exposed body.

He stabbed it directly into your vibrator and you gasped from the sudden, intense stimulation. Your body felt a wave of pleasure and tension, your breath came in sharp gusts. Increasing the power of his grip on the vibrator made your eyes close.

The vibrator stopped working after just a few seconds. Your pleasure was cut short when it died. The masked alpha came at you, and you knew this was it.

At this point, you have played the game but failed to defeat the Ghostface Alpha Bucky Barnes.

His cold fingers moved slow against your skin before reaching inside you, eliciting low moans from you as they touched your inner walls. In a firm voice, he asked if it felt better than your toy, your heart beating faster as you replied with a throaty yes.

A moan was elicited from your lips as his thick fingers reached your depths. After pulling his fingers out, he gently pushed them back in, enjoying the feeling of your wetness against his touch. "So wet, I want to feel your insides and mark you as mine," he murmured, tilting his masked face slightly.

As the sombre scent of lavendar fills the air, a bloody death mask faces becomes one with it.

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megamindsecretlair · 10 months

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Megamind's Secret Files

Formally posted on MegamindsLair.

All fics are Black/Fem coded. All fics are consensual.

Rules and Navigation:

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Warning - can turn dark but always consensual. When not stated otherwise, Ghostface is usually anonymous and coded Black.

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demontonic · 10 months

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Masterlist

You can always make requests!

Key: Angst🩶 Fluff🤍 Smut🖤 TW💜

Star Wars

Anakin Skywalker

Old Friends🩶🤍

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Headcanons🤍

Padame Amidala

Luke Skywalker

Leia Organa

Han Solo

Darth Vader

Kylo Ren

Would you?🤍

Poe Dameron

Marvel

Steve Roggers

Bucky Barnes

Tony Stark

Bruce Banner

Thor Odinson

Loki Laufeyson

blurb🖤

Natasha Romanoff

Wanda Maximoff

Pietro Maximoff

low and slow…

Peter Parker (TASM)

Pretty Boy🤍🖤

Peter Parker (MCU)

Miguel O’Hara

Moonknight

Mortal Kombat

(MK1: 🕷️ 2021 live action: 🕸️)

Liu Kang

Kung Lao

Raiden

Bi-Han (Sub-Zero)

Kuai Liang (Scorpion)

Kenshi Takahashi

Syzoth

Shang Tsung

Quenn Sindel

Kitana

Mileena

Misc.

Ethan Landry

Perverted 1 - 2 - 3🤍🖤💜

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Thoughts🤍🖤💜

Charlie Walker

Headcanons🤍🖤

Cillian Murphy

Thomas Shelby

Dave Lizewski (kickass)

Sam Monroe

sweet dreams…

Rory Culkin

Hayden Christensen

The first time pt2🤍

Eddie Munson🤍🖤

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gaysindistress · 6 months

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Day four of halloweek Oct 27: Masochist - ghostface!bucky x Korean!reader

🚩As all of these will be dark/horror mood boards & blurbs, it goes without saying that there will be dark and/or horror themes. I will add specific warnings if there is anything that may be especially triggering however please keep in mind that dark and/or horror themes will be present regardless.🚩

disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on Google/Pinterest.

Warnings: ghostface typa shit from Bucky. Also his dialogue is all famous ghostface quotes so I can’t take credit for those nuggets of geniusness.

“You should never say 'Who's There?’ when you answer the phone. Don’t you watch scary movies? It’s a death wish.”

I scoff into the phone, “excuse me? Isn’t that how you, I don’t know, figure out who’s calling you?”

The voice on the other end lets out a breathy laugh as I crane my head to look around the empty house. There’s no one but me here. I know that for a fact but something is making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

“You might as well just come out here to investigate if you’re so curious.”

Come out here?

What the fuck does that mean?

“Let me guess; you’re inside the house,” I throw back, half hoping that I’m wrong.

The man doesn’t say anything but in his absence, I hear a strange noise from upstairs. It’s sounds like something or someone fell.

“Aren’t you going to see what that was?” He asks as I take small steps towards the staircase. I know better than to grab a knife from the kitchen but I’m also not about to be unarmed. Instead I grab the sword that the dad I’m house sitting for keeps tucked between the fridge and the wall.

“That’s cute,” the man teases me and I’m now convinced that this freak is either inside, watching from a window, or is just really good at guessing my next move.

I’m going to go with the first option given that I hear another thud from upstairs.

“Who are you?” I ask when I come to the foot of the stairs. All of the lights are off on the second floor making it so that I can’t see beyond the first few feet anyways.

A chuckle rings out at my question. I can’t tell if it’s coming from my phone or from above me. I slowly begin to climb upstairs and the line goes dead. With the sword in one hand and the flat lining phone in the other, I hesitate as I reach the top step.

There’s movement to my left and I sweep the sword towards it. This freak is smarter than that though and his voice cuts through the thick air to my right, “The question isn’t, who am I? The question is where am I?”

Spinning to face him, I’m met with the sight of a towering man wearing a ghost mask and a black cloak.

“Fuck,” I whisper.

“Hello, Y/N, it’s an honor,” Ghostface smirks down at me from behind his mask.

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #halloweek #ghostface #ghostface x reader #Korean reader #bucky barnes fic #marvel imagine #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes reader insert #marvel

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luminnara · 1 year

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It’s my birthday! Tag me in your favorite bucky, Billy, lost boys, Ghostface, Zelda, and yautja fics pls

#the lost boys x reader #billy hargrove x reader #bucky barnes x reader #ghostface x reader #ganondorf x reader #yautja x reader

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dumbgothbunny · 9 months

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Ghostface!Ari and Ghostface!Bucky.

They kill all your friends and keep you as thier little pet.

#ari levinson #bucky barnes #ghostface!bucky #ghostface!ari #ari/reader #bucky/reader

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r0reep · 2 years

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Rec list

Stranger things, marvel, marauders era, the umbrella academy, slashers

Stranger things

EDDIE MUNSON

Tongue

Eddie Munson smut AND Jason Carver slander. What could possibly be better?

Such a strange girl

Eddie and hippie being cuties.

Movie night

Bat Eddie and his uncle Wayne.

Noodle

Ferret dad Eddie.

Family

Wayne being a protective uncle and so much comfort.

STEVE HARRINGTON

Stay awake

The softest and fluffiest angst around.

Pretty

Steve deserves all the praises.

Dream

Cutie Steve beginning his dad life.

BILLY HARGROVE

Welcome to the party

Kind of ooc Billy but being a protective cutie.

Road gate

Very soft Billy with sadness but fluffy ending.

Marvel

BUCKY BARNES

Personal pillow

Kick your feet, twirl your hair type of fluff.

Pocket angel

Cry your eyes out type of fluff.

Sweeter than sugar

Chubby Bucky owns my heart and soul, forever and always.

Your protector, forever

A dark but soft Bucky.

Can you not

Possessive Bucky is a hot Bucky.

The bet

People being meanies to Bucky and a protective reader.

Serendipity

Bucky just trying to live with an unhinged neighbour.

Around my neck

Bucky being a silly jealous boy.

STEVE ROGERS

Religion

Dark Steve and innocent reader.

LOKI LAUFEYSON

Little realisations

I agree tall people are scary.

End credits

Loki being a sweetie.

Hot tea

Jotun Loki smut. Chefs kiss.

Marauders

JAMES POTTER

She hexed me!

Stupid lover boy Jamie.

SIRIUS BLACK

That doesn’t leave us many options

Cutie Siri and beautiful references to blanket forts.

REMUS LUPIN

Easy sleeping

Soft domestic relationship.

REGULUS BLACK

Regulus Black x Potter!Reader

Dramatic James and soft Reggie.

The umbrella academy

FIVE HARGREEVES

Music to my ears

Cute husband and wife shit. A whole lotta caring Five.

Hotel waffles

Retired loving Five.

Partners

The best type of relationship.

My little stress eater

Softest five around. All the fluffs while still being a bad bitch.

Slashers

Slasher cuddling HC

Falling asleep on slashers

Slashers s/o with tattoos

Slashers reaction to their s/o laying on top of them

Slashers with a demon s/o

Giving slashers massages

Slashers with s/o who has weird cravings for inedible things

Slashers with s/o who proves their loyalty to them

Hide ‘N Seek (Bo Sinclair)

Blind (Bo Sinclair)

Yautja with a chiropractor s/o

Wasted on a dream

Wound tending (Bo Sinclair)

Kissing slashers in a panic before they kill you Part 2

Male yautja trying out a period cramp simulator with his human mate

Michael and Jason with a reader who plays the sims

Miscellaneous

MATT MURDOCK

One more time

A soft and fluffy fic that provides Matt with love and happiness.

SPENCER REID

Every last bite

Cute Spencer and magic baker, so cute!

AARON HOTCHNER

Home sweet home

Aaron being protective and little rage for spice.

The Walking Dead

DARYL DIXON

Day drinking and it’s consequences

Glenn and reader being drunken simps. Cute Daryl just trying his best.

No matter what they say

Grumpy and sunshine.

Found you

The cutest reunion and Merle being a good guy.

A single punch

A truly heartbreaking and stunning story, Maggie being amazing.

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ghostgirlluna · 3 months

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henlo (pls read + introduction)

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2. im very mentally ill and unhinged and delusional so i like writing about really fucked up stuff so this isnt gonna be a sweet lil wholesome acc, sorry ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. with that being said MINORS DONT INTERACT!!! this is an 18+ acc and my all work is 18+. minors will be blocked, no exceptions!

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