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“I’m Steven. With a ‘V.’” His smile hardens. “I heard you’re holding our wife somewhere, and that’s not very nice.”

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for Good Cop, Bad Cop by @haliaz 🌘 1,5k, M

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[There you are,] Steve says in Bucky’s mind, his mouth not moving but his eyes saying it all as they trail down Bucky’s body.

Being face to face with him like this, bearing the weight of those eyes, feeling the presence of Steve inside of his mind, it all feels like too much. He feels like he’s being tested, appraised. Like Steve wants something from him, but he doesn’t know what it is.

[You wish to know what I am, sweet one?] he asks, that low rumble making Bucky’s breath hitch, his eyes flutter.

. for chapter two of Give the Devil His Due, a monster-romancing consentacles collab with @thiccbuckybarnesfic 🐙

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Despite not being able to see him, Steve can feel Bucky’s eyes on him, watching him walk away.

He looks back, finding Bucky perched on a stool that was empty a moment before. Bucky’s gray eyes dance in the dim light and a predatory smile graces his face. Steve has the sensation of warm fingertips dancing down his spine; the familiar caress of a lover's touch. 

The shadows of the library seem to draw in around Bucky's body and Steve hurries for the door before his mind tries to make sense of the shape those shadows take.

for Save me, If I Become My Demons - a @shrinkyclinksrb collab with @annerp​ 🖤 demon!Bucky x agent!Steve, 20k, E 

(His companion Steve is HERE!)

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“Who is your master?”

The man tips his head and studies Steve. “If HYDRA has fallen, then I have no master. You could be my new master, since you have found me.”

Steve jumps when a tentacle curls around his leg. He really should have been paying attention to those things. 

“Why me? Why not someone else?”

“Because I choose you. Unless you’d rather I run around the world unchecked, doing whatever the monster inside of me pleases.”

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for The Fist of Hydra, written by @hanitrash and @ixalit for the lovely @trekchik 🖤 (7k, E, mind the tags!)

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There’s a picture of Steve Rogers from when he was small, 14-years-old and smiling a grin of bloody teeth.

They’d been fooled, misinterpreted the scorching look in that picture as anything less than dangerous. That smile, cracked lips and bloody tongue licking at the split skin, jaw dark and swollen, was not the righteousness they thought it was. 

It was righteous, sure, but full of anger. It was wrath—a promise. 

A prophecy.

for The Poison Devotion in Me by dontcallmebree - @iamthe-wo-manwhocan 🖤 (3,3k; M)  

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“I never meant for it to be like this, Steve. This isn’t what I wanted for you. For us.”

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for Save me, If I Become My Demons - a @shrinkyclinksrb collab with @annerp​ 🖤 demon!Bucky x agent!Steve, 20k, E

(His companion Bucky is HERE!)

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The longer he stays here, the less he wants to leave.

He enjoys being spoiled with human delicacies, and being near Bucky. Bucky stirs something in him; something more than just hunger, something deep and electrifying.

He wants to find out what it is.

for Give the Devil His Due, a Halloween consentacles collab with @thiccbuckybarnesfic 😍

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“It’s a reward, and a reminder,” the General said. “You belong to the nation, and now no one can ever forget that.”

for A Stranger's Light by @buckybleeds 🖤

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