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#Sebastian Stan imagines
imyourbratzdoll · 8 months
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𝒂 𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒓 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏
hello, something I came up with that was initially supposed to be written with chris as the man, but seeing as I no longer write for him, I give a huge thanks to @royalsweetteaa for helping me choose.
summary - sebastian decides to download tumblr and comes across your blog, slowly, he becomes obsessed with you and your work.
warning - smut, obsession, masturbation, oral sex, swearing, slightly dark content.
18+ only please, the gif and header I use aren't mine.
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On a cool Saturday night, Sebastian lies in bed, staring at his phone as he looks at the app he has just downloaded. He had heard many things about it, had heard that there was fanfiction written about him on this app. Sebastian didn’t think he would ever download Tumblr, but he was taking a small break from acting, hiding away from the world and thinking, why not. He didn’t know if reading what the fans wrote about him would be creepy or exhilarating.
He thinks for a few seconds as he tries to think of a perfect username. Sebastian lets out a noise as one comes to mind. His fingers move fast as he types ‘nottherealstan’, smiling triumphantly when his account is created, and many things appear on his home screen. He lies there for a while, scrolling through, wondering where these stories would be, not wanting to type his name in, but maybe he has to. 
His fingers move to the search bar, typing in his name and fanfiction at the end of it. His eyes widen as he scrolls through, taking his time to read the many stories designed about him. He couldn’t believe his eyes at how people could bring incredible stories to life with just the idea of one person. He continues to scroll until one story catches his eye. 
‘I’m a sucker for you.’ He reads the title, humming as it begins to sound interesting as he reads the summary. He gasps, feeling his cock twitch at how descriptive it starts to get. His hand slowly slides down his body and underneath his trackies. 
You knelt on the ground, looking up at the blue-eyed man, feeling yourself throbbing between your legs as you watched him suck on the lollipop that you were previously sucking on. Your lips and tongue are stained a soft pink, and you whimper when Sebastian slowly drags the lolly from his mouth, making a popping sound and placing it into yours. “Suck, bunny. Be a good girl for Daddy.” 
Sebastian groans, stroking his cock up and down as he continues to read. His breath picks up. No other story had lived up to this one. He felt needy. He could feel sweat building and pre-cum leaking. He quickly blinked away the fuzziness building before his eyes, needing to read more.
You wrap your lips around the lollipop as Sebastian unbuckles his belt, slowly unzipping his pants. You suck hard on the cherry-flavoured lolly, moaning when your eyes land on his hardened member, drooling at the sight of the pre-cum leaking from his angry tip. “You going to be a good bunny and suck on daddy’s cock?” You nod, opening your mouth wider, allowing him to remove the lollipop, replacing it with his member. You moan, eyes slipping closed when the sweet flavour is mixed with his musky one, immediately becoming your new favourite flavour. 
Sebastian moans, squeezing his cock, picking up his pace. Tingles shoot through his body as he realises the thrill of this, imagining an imaginary woman on her knees for him, sucking his cock and worshipping him. No matter his fame, he could never find a woman to act like this for him. Be his little slut, his bunny. “Fuck!” He can’t stop his head from falling back, stroking his cock faster. He needs to stop because he wants to make it to the end of the story. Sebastian squeezes his base, swiping his thumb across his tip and shivering. “C’mon, don’t cum like a damn teenager.” His eyes move back to his phone.
Your head bobs back and forth on his cock, gagging and choking as you take as much of him as you can. Your tiny hands rest on his thighs, moaning as you feel him. Sebastian’s hands fall onto your head, assisting you. His cock twitches, thrusting into your throat, grunting and groaning at the feel of your mouth around his cock. You stare up at him with wide eyes, and your hand moves from his thighs, making its way to his heavy sacks, watching his breath hitch when you cup them. You caress them, softly tugging as you suck and slobber all over his thick member. 
Sebastian feels his orgasm quickly approaching, causing him to squeeze his cock and slam his eyes shut. He can’t, and he shouldn’t. This was so wrong but so good. He could imagine himself in the story and desperately wanted to be the man in the story. The story may have been written about who he is, but he was jealous. He wanted someone like Bunny to be here, be with him. Sebastian wanted to see how this would end. He needed to finish the story before he came. It had seemed that this was a series, and he wondered if it could get any more spicier. 
You continue to suck his cock, moaning when you feel him twitch in your mouth, filling it with thick spurts of his salty cum. You swallow all his goodness, sucking him dry and licking him clean. Your tongue swirls around his tip before you pull off with a pop. Sebastian strokes your head, smirking down at you with hooded eyes. “Good little bunny. Did so good for Daddy.” You whine, grinding against your foot, pouting up at him and opening your mouth when he grabs the lollipop again. You moan against it, sucking on it while he picks you up. “My bunny deserves a treat.”
Sebastian groans, thick amounts of cum spurting out of his swollen tip and all over his hand and sheets. His eyes roll to the back of his head, and his chest heaves up and down as he tries to catch his breath. “Jesus…” He looks back at his phone, eyes widening. “What?! That was the end!” He looks around, knowing this is a series, but there’s no link for part two. “C’mon… What…” He whines, clicking on the blog, feeling his cock twitch at the username, ‘ahornylittlebunny’. 
He scrolls down, checking to see if there is an update, and he lets out a sigh of relief when he sees a post you made that same day. Sebastian imagines how cute you must look when you type these stories out. He reads your words, fascinated.
‘hi, all! I know you’ve all been waiting for part two of I'm a sucker for you, and you’ll be happy to know that I'll be posting it later tonight!’ 
Sebastian licks his lips, knowing he must be present when you post the story. His fingers move fast, clicking your notifications and turning them on. He needed to see everything you posted. He spent the whole night reading everything you’ve written, smirking at the posts about him, saying if you ever met him, you’d instantly become his little slave. Your eyes widen slightly from the other side, watching your phone blow up with notifications of likes, comments, and reblogs from someone named ‘nottherealstan.’
Sebastian can slowly feel himself becoming obsessed, he doesn’t even know who you are, but he’s intrigued and wants you. His eyes light up when he gets a notification that part two has finally been posted, and he feels his cock harden, already leaking pre-cum. “Fuck, such a good bunny.” He growls, clicking the story and slipping his hand into his pants. He groans as he reads, never having read something so sexual before. The title perfectly describes everything for him. ‘beyond your wildest dreams’.
Sebastian slips between your legs as you sleep, groaning when your legs fall open, exposing your glistening cunt to his hungry gaze. He licks his lips, sliding his hands up and down your thighs, getting closer to the sweetest treasure he’s ever known. “Such a cute little bunny, so soft and sweet.” He nuzzles closer, creeping near your cunt. Sebastian slides his hands to your hips, gripping them and dragging you closer to his face. You whimper in your sleep as his tongue swipes against your folds, drinking your juices in and wrapping his lips around your swollen pearl, sucking it into his mouth. “Taste like a dream, bunny.” He groans into you.
Sebastian moans, gripping his cock and rapidly stroking it. He couldn’t get enough. He needed this to be true. But he didn’t just want anyone. He needed you. Sebastian reached down and began tugging his balls, twisting his wrist as he jerked himself. “Shit, bunny. You feel so good.” He slips his eyes closed, imagining you, a faceless woman wearing a cute little bunny costume, those little bunny ears and that fluffy bunny tail. He opens his eyes and continues to read, needing to finish. 
Sebastian pulls you flush against his face as he feasts on your juicy cunt, ravenously sucking on your swollen clit and thrusting his tongue into your tight hole. Your head moves side to side on the pillow, fingers curling into the sheets as Sebastian continues to eat you out like a man starved. You wake with a moan, your back arching as he pulls you even closer to his face, staring at you with those pretty blue eyes. Your toes curl, and your eyes roll to the back of your head as your juices squirt out of you and cover his face. “Oh god! Sebastian!!” You pant, sagging into the bed, clutching the pillow as you come down from your high.
Sebastian can’t help it. His toes curl, his balls tighten, cock twitches frantically as rapid amounts of cum spurt out of his mushroom tip, “Fuck! Shit!” He groans as he sinks back into the silk sheets, placing his phone down and wiping his forehead with the back of his hand before he reaches over and cleans himself. Never having cum so hard in his life, no one had ever made him feel like this. He felt like a teenager again, constantly jerking his cock and cumming. Sebastian picked his phone back up, reading the rest of the delicious story, making sure to reblog with the perfect response. 
‘Fantastic, just fantastic. I’ve never read something so delicious and captivating in my life, and I won’t lie I couldn’t help but touch myself when reading. This masterpiece made me cum twice. What I would do to make you my perfect little bunny.’ Sebastian smiled, sending it through.
Sebastian plugged his phone in and headed to the bathroom. He gets ready for bed, looking at himself in the mirror, and he can’t stop picturing the perfect little bunny beside him, also getting ready with him. Someone who admires him, worships him, and loves him. He shuts the light off, heads back over to his bed, gets under the blanket, and stares up at the ceiling, slowly blinking. He probably shouldn’t have downloaded Tumblr because now he has become obsessed with you. 
As Sebastian slowly falls asleep, he speaks. “Don’t worry, little bunny. I will find you and make you mine, bringing all of your little fantasies alive.” His cock stirs, imagining having you in his arms finally, your wide eyes staring up at him as you realise he’s found out your dirty little secret. 
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buckyseddie · 9 months
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out of the woods
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pairings — avenger!james (bucky) barnes x fem!human!avenger!reader
summary — in which, their relationship is a very complicated and rocky relationship that they both have to fight for. based on the song out of the woods by taylor swift!
word count — 7.7k.
warnings — lots of angst, lots of hints at winterwidow (but its not actually happening), also a lot of miscommunication, mentions of bucky's trauma, mentions of reader's past with old relationships, use of pet-names [doll, baby, babydoll, darling, sweetheart], reader calls bucky james a lot, cuddles, dancing, screaming fights, secret relationships, a lot of the avengers not being completely supportive of their relationship and being kind of judgemental, also big mentions of bucky's past and also past relationships and big hints at him kind of being a heartthrob / player / heartbreaker and like sleeping around etc., bucky's kind of an asshole, steve and natasha and wanda are probably the closest to the reader, steve's kind of hard on bucky but it's for a good reason, steve and wanda and natasha are hella overprotective of the reader, kisses, pining, jealousy, love confessions, tension!
notes — i'm back in my bucky obsession, so let's expect more!! also, this is the fastest i've EVER written a fic omg. gif and divider creds to owner!
p.s., feedback is very much encouraged and appreciated <3
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THINKING BACK ON IT, NEITHER of them could say for sure how it first started.
they just knew that finding each other was the best thing to ever happen to either of them.
"looking at it now, it all seems so simple. we were lying on your couch. i remember."
the air is quiet with a calm and comfortable silence.
"do you think anything's going to change?" [y/n] asks quietly, not daring to look up at him.
she keeps her head leaning over his shoulder, becoming incredibly comfortable, but also feeling a little nervous of what his reply will be.
it takes him a moment before he answers her, "no, and even if they do, we'll figure it out."
[y/n] sighs, trying to keep the lingering, negative worries buried, as she moves the blanket to cover the both of them.
bucky chuckles, gently moving the fuzzy blanket off of his body and over to cover her whole, shivering body. "doll, you know my body's too warm for the blanket."
[y/n] sighs dramatically, rolling her eyes. "ugh, i hate how amazing your body is."
as soon as the words leave her lips, she groans and buries her face into his chest. "oh my god."
bucky smirks down at her.
she lifts her head up and squints her eyes in clear embarrassment. "i didn't mean it like that!"
bucky gives her a pointed look.
"i didn't!" she yells defensively.
she sighs. "you know i meant like how amazing your body is in the sense of healing and how you're always warm."
bucky chuckles, shaking his head. "sweetheart, i know. i'm just kidding."
"you better be." she mumbles, moving back to lie her head back on his chest and snuggling closer to him.
"you took a polaroid of us. then discovered (then discovered) the rest of the world was black and white. but we were screaming in color. and i remember thinking."
[y/n] giggles as he kisses her cheek, just as she takes the picture.
"bucky!" she yells, turning around to shove him, after she took the polaroid out of the camera and setting it down.
"what?"
"that picture is probably all blurry now!" she whines, turning back around to grab it on the side table.
she shakes it as he wraps his arms around her waist, both of them waiting to see what the picture will look like.
she giggles again as he buries his face into her neck, the scruff on his jaw tickling her.
he lifts his head up as the picture becomes much more clearer.
"huh." she murmurs, a soft smile forming on her lips as they both notice that the picture is perfect—no blurs, or anything like that.
"see? it's fine." he whispers, but since they're so close, she can hear it clearly.
she giggles as she turns around to face him, moving her hands up to his face, giggling once more at the feel of the facial hair that's grown on his face.
"fine. maybe it is." she says with playful glare.
he smiles genuinely, placing his own hands over hers, just appreciating the moment.
"are we out of the woods yet? are we out of the woods yet? are we out of the woods yet? are we out of the woods?"
with a silent gasp, [y/n] holds her breath and stands still, hiding behind the corner of the wall.
"what's going on between the two of you?" steve's voice speaks up again, judgement in his voice.
"what are you talking about?" bucky asks, trying to act dumb.
"come on, buck," steve says, giving him a pointed look. "it's clear that something's going on."
bucky shakes his head immediately, almost feeling and sounding defensive. "there's not anything going on."
[y/n]'s heart stops as she hears those words.
she wasn't expecting him to admit it, especially considering the fact that they've been keeping everything on the down low.
but, how could he sound so disgusted at the mere thought of them together?
with no more interest in hearing any more of that conversation, [y/n] angrily pushes herself away from the wall and marches up the stairs, up to her bedroom.
"are we in the clear yet? are we in the clear yet? are we in the clear yet? in the clear yet, good."
hearing her bedroom door open, [y/n] immediately turns away to hastily wipe away the tears staining her cheeks.
"doll? why are you—" bucky cuts himself off as he notices her red face and runny nose.
"are you crying?" he asks, shutting the door gently as he walks over to her.
"baby, what's wrong? talk to me." he murmurs as he sits down beside her, cupping her face gently.
[y/n] only scoffs, pulling away from him and getting up, wanting to get away from him.
"you have a lot of nerve, james!" she exclaims as she turns around, trying to ignore the sniffling sound coming from her nose.
bucky's eyebrows furrow in confusion. "sweetheart, what's going on? why are you acting like this all of a sudden?"
she scoffs again. "are you kidding me right now?"
he raises his hands up in the air, becoming frustrated.
realizing that he's probably never going to get it until she spells it out, she spits it out with disdain, "how was your talk with steve, huh? you have anything you wanna tell me?"
his eyes fill with realization.
bucky opens his mouth to say something — anything — to explain, before she can come up with too many assumptions.
she holds up her finger, trying to shut him up. "what are we even doing, james?"
he falls short at her words.
"if nothing is going on, then why are we even doing any of this?" she questions, pointing between the both of them to emphasize.
"doll, it's not like that. it's not like that at all, i swear."
he walks over to her, and for some reason, she lets him place his hands over her shoulders.
"i only said that to protect you — to protect us." he explains, sighing when she rolls her eyes at him in disbelief.
"from what, james? what could me or we need protecting from?" she exclaims, tears filling her eyes.
she can't stop the hurt feelings she feels deep in her heart from what he had said to steve.
"baby..." he trails off, hating to see her hurting from this misunderstanding.
"what? what could you possibly say that could make this better?" she exclaims again.
he sighs, shutting his eyes for a straight second. "i wanted to protect our relationship from all of the judgement and the questions!" he suddenly yells, causing her to jump in surprise.
he flinches, trying to ignore what his yelling has caused her.
"look," he says, much more softly this time. "i know this is all still very new to us. and i want to protect us and this relationship before we announce it — we need to figure out what it is before we do that."
she's quiet, tears spilling as guilt fills her for overreacting.
before she can quite apologize or defend herself, bucky can practically read her mind.
"don't worry about it. it's okay." he murmurs, wrapping his arms around her.
she sighs shakily as she whispers, "i'm sorry."
"are we out of the woods yet? are we out of the woods yet? are we out of the woods yet? are we out of the woods?"
she can't breathe.
she can't breathe at all as she sees it.
the scene playing out in front of her — in front of everyone too — makes her sick to her stomach.
she swears she hears her own heart shatter into a million different pieces.
despite the tears blinding her vision, she doesn't hesitate as she says, "excuse me, guys. i have to go." and turns around to walk back up to her room.
how could he do this to her?
flirting with her best friend? did she mean nothing to him?
as soon as she's in her room, she slams the door shut and locks it.
and with that, she slides down the door and finally lets everything out with her hands covering her face.
"are we in the clear yet? are we in the clear yet? are we in the clear yet? in the clear yet, good. (are we out of the woods?)"
she'd been avoiding bucky ever since she saw that exchange between him and natasha in the kitchen.
they'd all been drinking and even if [y/n] didn't know it, it wasn't anything more than two friends joking around with each other.
but, even though she was great at dodging and avoiding bucky, one morning, after a particularly exhausting training session with steve, he was able to find and catch her before she could quite run away from him.
she grimaces when he grabs her wrist to prevent her from going any farther away from him.
"[y/n]." he calls, his voice filled with anguish.
"what?" she whispers, trying to ignore the tears that have already spilled down to her cheeks.
she doesn't turn around. not yet.
"doll, what's going on? why won't you speak to me and why have you been avoiding me?" he asks, his voice barely even a whisper.
"did i do something wrong?" he asks again, this time his voice small.
but, [y/n] forces herself not to dwell on it.
instead, she whips around, ripping her hand out of his gentle grip and pointing a finger at his chest. "you have a lot of nerve, you know that, james?" she exclaims, finally having had enough.
everyone around them watches cautiously, before steve nods for them to follow him out of the room.
they do.
and bucky and [y/n] don't speak until the room is quiet and empty.
"what are you talking about?" he asks again, only becoming more and more confused.
she scoffs. "are you that clueless, bucky?" she asks, shaking her head.
how could he not even know what he did?
when he doesn't answer once again, she rolls her eyes, suddenly sick of this heartache that's quickly been happening for her — for the both of them. "i'm sick of this, james. if you wanted to be with nat, you should've just told me and ended this before one of us got hurt."
bucky only becomes more confused. "natasha? what the hell does she have to do with this?"
"oh my god," she mutters, only becoming more and more irritated.
"bucky, i saw you with her the other night, okay? along with everyone else."
his face fills with realization as she continues, "i don't know what you were doing. maybe... you were trying to get everyone off of our backs. or maybe you just couldn't find a way to let me down gently."
tears fill his eyes at the thought of her thinking that he doesn't want to be with her or that there's something going on between him and her best friend.
"baby, i'm not interested in natasha." he simply states, hoping that he can fix this before he causes any more damage.
[y/n]'s eyebrows knit together, creating a crease in between them, and bucky wants so badly to fix it.
"then... why were you flirting with her?" she asks meekly, not quite sure what she's supposed to believe anymore.
he chuckles, running his hands through his hair. "we were just laughing and talking — we were drunk, but nothing like what you're thinking of happened."
she stops short, her heart stopping. "so, nothing really happened?"
"nothing happened." he confirms and she deflates.
tears fill her eyes as she glances down at the floor in clear embarrassment and regret. "oh, god. i'm an idiot."
he laughs, walking over to her to cup her face in his hands. "no, you're not. you're just scared. just like me. right?"
she wordlessly nods, still emotional and embarrassed.
he simply nods and pulls her into his side, hugging her with her arms wrapped around his torso and his chin resting on the top of her head.
"looking at it now. last december. (last december). we were built to fall apart. then fall back together. (back together)."
the screaming match happening in the middle of the living room has gotten so bad that the rest of the team has gone out for dinner.
what is this about, you ask?
well, in a way the cat's out of the bag.
you see, most of the team, including tony and natasha, walked into the kitchen, catching bucky and [y/n] sharing a few stolen kisses.
they'd finally found out about their relationship. and most of them were just shocked.
but, a few others were pretty judgmental and critical about it, like tony.
and thus, leading them to the fight that's happening right now.
"i don't get what the hell you wanted me to do!" bucky yells, raising his hands up in the air.
"oh my god. you can't be serious right now!" she yells back, shaking her head at him in disbelief.
"i am! what the fuck were you expecting?! i was trying to protect us." he screams, becoming too heated, which only sets [y/n] off more.
"first of all, i wanted you to defend me! maybe defend our relationship when tony insulted me and our relationship! and secondly, you weren't protecting us! you were just protecting yourself — just like before!"
he rolls his eyes and scoffs. "why are you always turning this into something it's not?! i've been trying to protect our relationship since the beginning!"
"oh really? because it sure as hell doesn't seem like it!" she yells, her tears finally falling.
"you know what? i'm done!" she exclaims, taking a deep breath as she turns to one of the couches to grab her things.
"this was just a big mistake. and i can't fucking take it anymore." she mutters, but bucky hears it perfectly.
panic fills him, just as much as the guilt fills him.
"wait, sweetheart. don't go." he calls out, walking up to her as she starts to walk over to the door that leads to the exit.
"why?" she whips around to face him, her face red from the screaming and crying and her voice is croaky from said-screaming.
"why, james? all this has caused is pain," she mutters now, looking away from him. "we've had more pain and drama than we've had any good moments or happiness."
his face softens. "doll, that's not true. and you know it."
"look," he murmurs, grabbing her chin with his forefinger and turning her face, so that she's looking at him. "i'm sorry for the yelling. and for not defending you — i was just stressed. but, that's no excuse."
"please, just give us a chance. i promise it'll be worth it."
[y/n] sighs quietly, thinking for a moment.
after a few minutes, she can't help but agree. "okay. one more try."
he smiles, before pulling her into his arms and chest, hoping for something better for them.
[y/n], however, hugs him back with a stressed and worried glint in her eyes. is all of this pain really worth it?
"ooh, your necklace hanging from my neck. the night we couldn't forget. when we decided, we decided. to move the furniture so we could dance. baby, like we stood a chance. two paper airplanes flying, flying, flying. and i remember thinking."
bucky can't help the fond smile that forms on his lips as he admires the way his dog tags hang around his girl's neck.
even without makeup and wearing one of his henley's and her own comfy pajama pants with a messy bun, he still thought she looked absolutely jaw-droppingly beautiful.
something was shifting between them and he knew in this exact moment.
but suddenly, he's shaken out of his daze when she suddenly pushes the furniture away from the floor, along with some of the tables.
"babydoll, what are you doing with that?" he asks with a raised eyebrow, his body growing warm at the excited smile and the giggles that leave her lips.
"we're going to dance, silly!" she says, as if it's completely obvious.
"whoa, whoa," he says as she walks over to him excitedly and he lifts his hands up in the air, to motion for her to stop her actions.
"i don't dance. and also, there's no music." he tries to reason with her, but she simply rolls her eyes at him and grabs his hands and pulls him towards her in the middle of the floor.
"yeah, right. steve's told me stories about how you'd take all of your hookups dancing! and there doesn't need to be music!"
bucky chuckles, moving closer to her.
he puts his hands on her hips and hers around his neck, him unknowingly and unconsciously already starting to dance with her.
"we both know that you're more than just a hookup. so, i guess you're worth my terrible and lack of dancing." he says teasingly, waggling his eyebrows at her.
she laughs, unclasping her hands and pulling them away from his neck to cover up her flaming, blushing face and hide it from him.
he smiles, slowly pulling them away to see her face. "darling, i want to say you're gorgeous face."
she flushes even more. "it's not! you're just saying that."
his face changes into something serious. "yeah, i am just saying that because it's true."
she groans and rolls her eyes as she places her hands back around his neck.
"fine! you win," she mumbles, but she then says quickly and defensively, "just this one time!" when he smirks in victory.
and true to his word, bucky doesn't dance very gracefully.
but, considering the stories she's heard about him in the forties — back before all of that super soldier and nazi stuff happened — she chooses to believe that he only danced clumsily and silly to make her laugh.
"are we out of the woods yet? are we out of the woods yet? are we out of the woods yet? are we out of the woods?"
she tries to ignore both the concerned and judgey looks her friends keep giving her.
she'd just told natasha and wanda the truth about her relationship with bucky.
and to say they haven't been completely supportive is a big understatement — it's not that they're bad friends and could care less, it's more about the fact that bucky's been known to break hearts and they worry that their friend will be caught in the crossfire.
"what?" she asks, her voice coming out small.
"are you sure you want to do this with him?" natasha asks, raising a single brow at her in question.
wanda nods in agreement. "yeah. are you absolutely sure that you wanna get into a relationship with him?"
[y/n] scoffs in disbelief. "are you kidding me right now?" she asks, seeing the confused looks they share as they look at each other.
"we just mean that he's not exactly known as a commitment type-of-guy." wanda says hesitantly.
natasha nods. "it's true — he's broken a lot of women's hearts."
"wow," [y/n] mutters in further disbelief. "neither of you have any right to judge. we've all done things we regret! and let's not forget all of the hearts you guys broke!" she exclaims in a whisper as she suddenly gets up from her seat at the kitchen's counter table and marches up the stairs to her bedroom.
"are we in the clear yet? are we in the clear yet? are we in the clear yet? are we in the clear yet, good."
bucky knocks on the door gently.
he hears quiet sniffles and then a shaky voice say, "come in."
he tries to mentally prepare himself for what drama could be on the other side of the door — he doesn't mean this as an insult, it's just that so many people have been causing them and their new and blossoming relationship extremely complicated for them.
as he opens the door, his face falls at the upset and red face of his girlfriend's.
shutting the door softly, he walks over to her.
it's quiet as he crawls over to the other side of the bed and pulls her into his arms.
"why don't they support us?" she cries, her feelings being a little too hurt from the conversation that she had with her best friends.
he sighs, holding her tight, with his chin over her head.
"i don't know." he says, really not knowing either.
"it's going to be alright, okay?" he murmurs as she buries her face into his chest, crying even harder.
"are we out of the woods yet? are we out of the woods yet? are we out of the woods yet? are we out of the woods?"
"buck, i'm not sure this is a good idea." steve states from the couch, nodding towards [y/n], who's standing alone in the kitchen; she's numbly opening a water bottle as her eyes catch the scene of wanda and natasha talking and laughing on the far side of the kitchen.
bucky sighs, his gaze softening, before he turns back to face his best friend.
"what are you trying to tell me, steve?" he asks, giving him a tense — but pointed — stare.
"no offense, but you can't ignore the way you are with women," he briefly expains, continuing on when bucky stares at him silently, daring him to go on, "you can't commit to her, buck!" he whisper-yells, not wanting to catch anyone's attention with their conversation.
bucky scoffs, shaking his head at his best friend's judgement. aren't your friends supposed to not judge you?
"i'm sorry, bucky," he says, stepping up to stand with him. "i'm not trying to gang up on you — i'm just worried about both of you. and i don't want [y/n] to get caught in the middle of it, with her heart broken."
bucky scoffs again and walks away.
"buck!" steve calls, feeling bad for the way he approached this situation.
"no!" he yells, cutting any other words he could say off and catching the attention of everyone else.
"are we in the clear yet? are we in the clear yet? are we in the clear yet? in the clear yet, good. (are we out of the woods?)"
"hey..." [y/n] murmurs softly, walking over to the open hall that leads to the living room and kitchen.
bucky sighs, that anger still bubbling inside of him.
"it's okay, james." she murmurs softly, moving to gently touch his flesh arm and rubbing it comfortingly.
bucky groans, some of that anger dimming down a little bit.
but then, he remembers the conversation between him and steve and that anger comes right back.
he clenches his jaw, staring at the wall behind her.
she notices this again.
"hey, look at me." she murmurs softly, now cupping his face.
he sighs and looks at her this time.
"what did he say?" she asks, bringing one of her hands up and into his hair, in order to calm him even more.
he doesn't answer her.
although, he asks her a different question, "do you think that i've hurt every woman i've come into contact with?"
[y/n]'s puzzled now, her eyebrows knitting together as she tilts her head in confusion.
"what do you mean?"
"do you think i'll hurt you?" he asks, his voice wavering in unexpected emotions.
"what? james, of course not. why are you asking me this?" she asks seriously, grabbing one of his hands from across his chest to hold it carefully — the metal one.
he tries to ignore the dread and worry filling him at her holding his metal hand.
"so, you're not worried?" he asks again.
"i mean, i'm scared. but that's because of my own issues. it's not because of you — i know you would never purposely hurt me." she says truthfully, moving her other hand to cup his face, smiling softly at the ticklish feeling of the growing scruff on his jaw.
"you promise?" he asks, tears filling his eyes.
"hey," she says, stepping even closer to him and this time, placing both of her hands over his cheeks. "it's okay. i promise."
"remember when you hit the brakes too soon? twenty stitches in a hospital room. when you started crying, baby, i did too. but when the sun came up, i was looking at you."
it all happened too fast.
since [y/n] and bucky have been inseparable — especially with their friends seeing that nothing could tear them apart now — tony and steve decided to pair them up in a simple mission.
all they needed to do was go to a recently revealed hydra base and get some files.
but, the plan didn't go right. in fact, it all went terribly wrong.
[y/n] was supposed to go into one of the rooms to copy their files off of one of the computers with the thumb drive she brought with them, while bucky stood and watched guard.
but, things just went horribly wrong when something drew him away from the door of the room she was in — he thought it would only be a second, just to make sure he could be on top of any sudden attacks.
but, turns out, it was quite a few hydra soldiers trying to distract him.
and before he knew it, by the time he made it back — after finally getting the upper hand on the enemy agents and knocking them out — he came back only to see the door of the room slightly ajar and everything too quiet.
panic filled him as he walked into the room, lightly pushing the door open.
his jaw dropped when he saw another agent standing over a weak [y/n] lying on the floor, who was holding her abdomen in clear pain.
shaky gasps left her lips as she kept pushing herself further and further away from the smirking man before her.
but, before he could even take a step further to cause her even more pain, bucky didn't hesitate; he stepped closer and faster and quickly drew out his gun and knocked him out on the back of the head.
a shocked and pained groan left his mouth, before his body dropped to the ground.
and with that, he had ran over to [y/n] to help her up, panicking much more as he had finally realized what happened.
now as she lies unconscious, bucky continues to let the racing thoughts consume his entire being.
he holds her hands in his own, his chair scooted to reach her bedside and his head leant over their connected hands.
a sharp intake of breath and a pained groan draws his attention away from his intrusive thoughts.
he snaps his head up, his eyes filling with tears.
"james? what's... what's going on? what happened?" she croaks out, trying to clear her throat of the dryness.
"baby... you were shot." he murmurs, his voice wavering in worry.
"but... did we get the files?" she asks, only one thing on her mind.
he laughs. "doll, you got shot and you're more concerned about the mission?"
she shrugs. "i just don't want to disappoint anyone."
"you're not." he says honestly, holding her hands tighter.
after a few moments of silence, bucky dips his head down to take a deep breath.
"i really thought i was going to lose you, back there." he mutters, tears spilling.
"james..." she says, sitting up so that she can grab his chin and lift it up gently.
"it's okay." she whispers, wiping away the tears.
"it's not." he says, crying for the first time since she woke up.
"i know." she murmurs, smiling softly at him. "but, i'm okay."
he sighs and nods.
"remember when we couldn't take the heat? i walked out, i said 'i'm setting you free'. but the monsters turned out to be just trees. when the sun came up you were looking at me."
she couldn't believe what was happening right now — she's couldn't believe what she was hearing.
how could he do this to her? now? after everything they've been through?
"are... are you serious right now?" she asks, barely even a whisper.
tears fill her eyes over him refusing to look her in the eyes.
"tell me you're not serious!" she exclaims, suddenly standing up.
he stays silent.
"no." she says to herself, in denial and refusing to believe any of this.
he finally turns to her, his face cold and unfamiliar to her. "yes, i'm serious. i can't do this anymore."
she gapes at him, the tears filling her eyes — she's absolutely speechless.
but, when he turns around and starts to walk over to her bedroom door — to walk out — she springs into action.
"no! don't walk away — don't walk away from us!" she yells, racing over to him to grab his flesh wrist and stopping him from walking any further.
although, she knows that he can easily leave and escape her shaking hand — being a strong super soldier, and all.
he scoffs, turning to face her a cold look in his eyes — she couldn't recognize the man standing in front of her.
"i am walking away. it's for the better," he mumbles, before saying his next choice of words, clearer as ever, "we. are. done."
he walks out and as he slams the door shut, [y/n] can only cry and sob with heaving breaths as she falls to the ground — she can't believe he's done this.
maybe everyone was right about them — about him — this entire time.
"you were looking at me, oh. you were looking at me. (are we out of the woods yet?) (are we out of the woods yet?) (are we out of the woods yet?) (are we out of the woods?)"
she was miserable.
and so was he — he was just better at hiding it.
[y/n]'s quiet at game night.
everyone's crowded in the living room and the room is filled with loud chatter.
bucky's talking with steve animatedly, as if they never argued about [y/n] before.
seeing this, [y/n] ignores the blinding tears that are pricking at her eyes and turns away from everyone else.
she tries to make it through the rest of the night, but she can't.
she's abrupt as she gets up from the couch, from being smushed in between natasha and wanda.
she doesn't say anything in excuse from her actions.
instead, she starts walking down the hall to her bedroom, the tears finally falling freely.
"i remember. (are we in the clear yet?) (are we in the clear yet?) oh, i remember."
it's quiet for a moment as everyone watches the empty hall — the one that [y/n] had just walked through.
then, natasha stands up and walks over to bucky with a look of pure anger on her face.
loud gasps and yells sound in the room as the black widow slaps him hard on the face.
bucky is shocked, but also not.
steve stands up to hold natasha back. "alright, nat. calm down."
she scoffs. "why should i? he's the one that broke her heart!" she yells, still very much angry and protective over her best friend.
everyone else watches with shocked faces, except for wanda, natasha, steve, and bucky.
wanda watches in silent anger — she feels just as angry and protective, she's just more calm and quiet about it.
natasha is still just as angry as she glares at bucky.
steve is both bewildered, but not shocked at all.
and bucky? well, he's just filled with so much guilt.
"look, i know you guys will never understand," he starts, his eyes cast on the ground. "but, i did to protect her."
wanda scoffs. "to protect her? by hurting her? what the hell is wrong with you, barnes?!" she exclaims, jumping up from her seat and having just about enough of this, to just stay quiet.
he sighs. "you don't get it." he mutters, already giving up.
besides, why should he try to convince them that it's not what they think, if they're already assuming the worst of him?
"then explain it, man!" steve suddenly says, shocking everyone in the room — steve's always been in bucky's corner.
but, what can he say? [y/n]'s always been his soft spot — she's like a sister to him and he'd do just about anything to protect her, even if it's from his best friend.
"i'm trying to protect her from me!" he yells suddenly, millions of different wild emotions crossing his face.
"buck, what do you mean?" steve asks, slowly walking over to him, upon seeing the exhausted and pained look on his face.
"i'm bad for her, alright? you guys were right," he says tightly, motioning to natasha and wanda. "i am a piece of shit when it comes to committing to women. and ever since steve and i talked, i couldn't get it out of my head — i knew deep down that i was only going to hurt her and i couldn't do it anymore."
"but, don't you care about her? don't you remember those good moments with her?" steve asks quietly and gently.
"it doesn't matter. the best thing i can do for her is walk away." he says, rolling his eyes at all of their reactions.
"why are you guys fucking shocked like this? you all have been unsupportive from the very beginning!" he yells, throwing his hands up in the air.
before anyone else can say anything to convince him otherwise, he pushes past them and walks to his own bedroom.
"are we in the clear yet? are we in the clear yet? are we in the clear yet? in the clear yet, good."
weeks have gone past, but for [y/n], it felt like so much longer.
things have only gotten worse for her — the heartache of bucky walking out on her and their relationship has really taken a toll on her.
even as the red-headed ex-assassin talks to her, it all goes over her head.
natasha's voice feels muffled and far away as she feels completely haunted by the memories of bucky.
a shake to her shoulder brings her out of her daze. "[y/n]!"
"huh? what?" she asks, her voice blank.
natasha gives her a pointed look. "i'm serious. you need to talk to bucky."
she scoffs at hearing these words. "why? he's made it perfectly clear that he doesn't give a shit about me." she mutters, pushing back the tears.
the red head shakes her head. "i'm serious. i think he might be just as miserable as you are." she says, trying to persuade her best friend.
[y/n] glares at her. "why do you even care? you've been against us from the very beginning!"
natasha simply shrugs. "well, now i'm not."
[y/n] rolls her eyes. "how is that even possible?"
"because i've seen the change." she briefly explains.
[y/n] refuses to let those words change anything for her. even if her heart flutters at the thought of him changing himself or his mind.
"are we out of the woods yet? are we out of the woods yet? are we out of the woods yet? are we out of the woods?"
another party. great. another event i have to pretend like i'm not completely miserable.
[y/n] couldn't help the bitter thought in her head.
but, it seemed that things were only going to get worse.
one minute, she was talking excitedly with wanda and natasha.
and the next? she's feeling her entire body freeze up with her heart stopping as she watches something happen that she should've been expecting to happen soon enough.
how could she expect him to not move on so fast, when it was so easy for him to leave their relationship?
[y/n] gulps, trying to blink away the tears as she watches some mysterious, gorgeous woman leaning into bucky's personal space with a big smile on her face.
as if sensing her eyes on them, both of them turn to look over at her; the mystery woman with confusion and curiosity, and bucky with guilt and something else she can't decipher.
she shakes her head, walking away — away from the man that shattered her heart and her two, confused best friends.
"are we in the clear yet? (yeah). are we in the clear yet? (yeah). are we in the clear yet? in the clear yet, good."
she wishes she could actually kill herself just about right now.
how did she have the bad luck, to run into him in the kitchen? let alone with just them by themselves?
she's been able to avoid him whenever they've been surrounded by their friends, but this is the first time since their big breakup fight that they're really alone with each other.
"sweetheart—" he starts to say, but she cuts him off, holding a hand up.
—"don't worry about it. we broke up — it was messy — but i don't want to talk about it, okay? i just want to move on."
although her words come out as a lie, bucky believes it and it just about kills him.
he swallows his pride and every urge that he has that makes him want to come crawling back to her and get her back. "i just wanted to, uh, apologize for everything — i want to move on as well."
half of her was expecting that he was going to prove what natasha had said about him, but let's just say, she's extremely let down.
she fakes a smile, nodding. "right."
"yeah, exactly."
they both lie through their teeth.
"are we out of the woods yet? are we out of the woods yet? are we out of the woods yet? are we out of the woods?"
everyone watches the two as they talk quietly.
but, despite the fact that they are on talking terms, everyone can see that it's not the same.
"this is weird." sam whispers to steve, watching them with an amused look on his face.
steve sighs, frowning. "yeah. it is."
natasha turns to face them, blocking their view of bucky and [y/n]. "i thought he was going to get her back!" she whispers as she glares at them.
steve sighs, sharing a look with sam.
"well, he was," steve says, before sam finishes for him, "but then, she was talking about moving on and it really just ruined everything."
"man, she has no idea how whipped he is for her." sam mutters, steve nodding along in agreement.
wanda chimes in, frowning, "this is so painful to watch."
she nods to them, all of them quickly taking notice of how when one of them looks away from the other, they give the other a longing, sad look.
with that, wanda groans quietly, before getting up and walking away.
despite the both of them acting all content, both bucky and [y/n] are hurting deeply on the inside.
"are we in the clear yet? are we in the clear yet? are we in the clear yet? in the clear yet, good."
things had shifted recently — between [y/n] and bucky.
everyone could see it. just... not them.
things were still tense and they both were still hurting, but it was sort of bearable now.
"how do they not know? seriously!" kate murmurs, watching the pair giggling and discussing a book they have in common in disbelief.
peter — just as appalled — nods and points to kate, whole heartedly agreeing.
tony raises his eyebrows in shock. "i have no idea."
the rest of the group continues to watch confusedly as the pair become even more cute, if that's even possible.
a lot of them, like tony, yelena, clint, and some other watch in disgust, while some others watch in fondness.
"are we out of the woods yet? are we out of the woods yet? are we out of the woods yet? are we out of the woods?"
bucky watches intensely, jaw clenching and his baby blue eyes turning cold.
he shouldn't have expected them to get back to their old selves, especially after what he put her through.
but, watching pietro and [y/n] practically flirting right before his eyes, it completely shatters his heart.
he thought walking out on her to protect her was the worst thing he ever had to do.
but no. seeing her with someone else — right in front of him — that's so much worse.
"for christ's sake! barnes, go over there and get your girl!" tony complains, rolling his eyes.
bucky doesn't move his eyes off of the woman in the room.
he hears her laugh at pietro, and it kills him.
"i can't. she doesn't want me back." the words are hard to say, but he says them.
"that's a load of bullshit, barnes," natasha says, rolling her eyes when he turns to her in disbelief. "anyone with eyes here can see that she's completely in love with you."
bucky sighs, turning back to look at her again. "no. she's not."
"are we in the clear yet? are we in the clear yet? are we in the clear yet? in the clear yet, good."
things were intense between bucky and [y/n], to say the least.
especially, after natasha marched over to her and pietro and pulled her to the side, and spilled how heartbroken and longing bucky was over her.
it must've been hours after that.
she left pietro to hang out with the rest of her friends, while she spent most of her time in her dark and quiet bedroom.
no matter what she tried to do — to distract herself — she just couldn't stop thinking about him.
knowing that he thought that she was moving on — that he thought that she didn't want him back anymore — it kept her up, all night.
even when everyone was asleep, she couldn't sleep.
so, instead, she walks out of her bedroom and down to the kitchen.
taking in a deep, shaky breath, she walks over to kitchen sink, trying her best to find a cup and the knob for the sink in the darkness.
although, before she can get her water, the kitchen light flicks on, flooding the room with brightness.
she whips around, only to find herself face-to-face with bucky.
"why are you up so early, doll?" he asks, trying to ignore how her eyes linger on his bare chest.
she looks away. "couldn't sleep."
when she looks back at him, and notices that longing gaze in his pretty blue eyes, she blurts it out, "i'm still in love with you."
he stops breathing for a split second. "what?" he utters in a mere whisper.
she takes in a deep breath, hoping to god that this is the right decision. "i... i can't keep this in any longer, james," she says as she puts her cup down on the counter and walks a little closer to him.
"i've been hiding this for so long. even in the beginning of our relationship, i knew that things had changed between us — and for the better. i knew exactly what i felt for you and it killed me when you walked out on me." she tries to say, her voice breaking as she recalls their messy breakup.
"sweetheart, i'm so sorry about that. i didn't mean—" he starts to apologize, but she cuts him off with a gentle voice, —"james, it's okay. i forgive you."
"how can you? i hurt you — exactly in the way that i hoped i wouldn't, like everyone was telling all of us." he interrupts her once more, the guilt absolutely consuming him.
she laughs, taking another step closer to him.
"because... i love you. i think i have from the moment we met." she says, tears in her eyes and giving him a happy smile.
"you saved me, bucky. i never thought i would find love again, but you showed me that i can."
he gulps nervously as she finally gets as close to him as she can.
"james, i'm so in love with you i can't breathe without you. and i can't be with anyone — not pietro, no one — unless it's you." she says, laughing with happiness as she cups his face in her hands.
his face fills with an insane amount of relief and shock. "are you serious? you're not messing with me?"
she shakes her head, now wrapping her hands around his neck, while his find their way to her hips.
"it's true, james. i love you — only you." she says with so much love in her voice, leaning her forehead over his.
he laughs, feeling both relief and the biggest amount of happiness and love he's ever felt before.
"i love you too, doll," he murmurs, closing his eyes and wrapping his arms around her body to pull her closer to him. "i could never stop loving you."
she smiles. "you promise?"
he nods, before his eyes glance down at her lips, hers following quickly after him.
they're both fighting the urge to take things too fast, so fast.
but, with her missing him so badly, she lets herself lose control.
"bucky?" she whispers breathlessly.
"yeah?" he asks, his voice raspy.
"would you kiss me already?" she asks, laughing when he nods with no hesitation.
without another second wasted, he connects their lips and pours everything into that kiss — her doing the same.
maybe even after all that drama and heartache, they made it — they found their way back to each other.
bucky pulls away — far too soon. "i am never leaving you again." he promises, holding her head in his hands.
she scoffs. "you better not."
"never again." he swears, pulling her back in, to appreciate that he has her back in his life and in his arms.
she giggles in excitement as he pulls away and wraps his arms around her waist, lifting her up into the air and spinning them around.
her arms wrap around his neck as her legs lift up into the air as he continues to spin them around.
"god, i love you." bucky murmurs, moving his head to kiss the side of her head when he sets her back down.
"i love you too, james buchanan barnes." she says with brutal honesty.
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Author: Aya-Fay
Fandom: Captain America
Pairing: Vampire!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader
Summary: Vampire AU where soulmates watch each other grows up in their dreams until they meet in real life.
Warnings: smut; not protected sex, doubtful consented sex
My Sebastian Stan's masterlist and My Main Masterlist
For as long as she can remember, Y/N has been having the same dream since she was a little kid. All she could remember out of it was a cold wind that hit her face, the grayish tones of the approaching night and a tall person hiding in the shadows and always waiting for someone.
The first thing Y/N notices about the person hiding in the shadows is that when she comes a little closer and the light of the lantern revealed man’s lips are slowly stretching into a poisonously sad smile. The frantic-predatory gleam of his eyes bewitches and contrary to the call of her wildly pounding heart Y/N takes a step towards the unknown man.
Than everything turns dark and she wakes up.
At the age of 17 Y/N learns that watching the same person every night year after year means that she got a chance to see her destiny. Once Natasha spilled the beans about seeing a pale-skinned, dark-haired boy with a thoughtful look in his eyes ever since she was a little girl. As he grew older, this boy turned into a sweet young man whom she met in a hospital’s lab a couple of months ago. Y/N listens to her intently and feels her breath hitching. The man in her dreams has never been a child or a teenager. Truth be told the man in her dreams has not aged a bit even though plenty of years has gone by.
“Have you…” Natasha easily touches Y/N 's hand, to return her to reality. “Have you seen someone in your dreams?” She asks expectantly.
Y/N casually nods her head and regrets it the moment she has done it. Natasha stops in her spot and stares at Y/N with excitement in her eyes. As Natasha opens her mouth to ask a question, Y/N already sighs inwardly knowing well enough what will be discussed.
“Who is he? Or… is that she? What does they look like? Do I know them?” Natasha suddenly says, peering into puzzled eyes of her friend. Y/N clearly underestimated her friend as she was expecting one question instead of three. She has no answer for any of it anyway.
Y/N smiles gently, straighten the bag on her shoulder and quietly answers. “That is the man for sure. Nat, I don't think I can share anything else until we meet for sure. I don’t want to ruin everything as I always do, you know.”
She looks at her house and notices her father in the yard, who is waving and calling her home. For the first time, Y/N is glad that someone meets her after school. She says goodbye to Natasha and, on her way home, wonders how long she can hide her growing excitement from her shrewd parents.
At twenty-five, Y/N wakes up with a low scream when she hears a stranger calls her name for the first time. She would love to tell that his voice was low, gentle or calm but that was not the case. The man who she saw in her dream was screaming with terror as he was falling into the white abyss devoid of any colors and when he fell he must have lost consciousness as she woke up.
Y/N closed her eyes, listening to the measured breath of the night wind from the window and hopes that next time she dares to ask a stranger for his name. Or at least try to speak to him and she would definitely not want to see this dream again.
When Y/N finally decides to ask her parent about their fateful meeting, she hears the same thing that she heard from Natasha. She tries as casually as possible ask her parents if that is possible for her dream person to not age one bit when she hears the cold stone silence in return. She realizes her mistake only when she sees the worry in the tormented eyes of her parents and notices how her mother’s fingers tremble, barely holding a plate in her hands.
The next day, her mother drags her to the village next to her city to a gorgeous redhead woman dressed in strange attire. Wanda whose name Y/N learned from her mother pulls out an old book from the top shelf of her wooden cabinet and flips through the pages in a hurry and stops when she finds what she was looking for. She returns her gaze to Y/N, looks her up and down, and then sighs and clicks her tongue, uttering a word the Y/N had to process for a few minutes.
Wanda spins around Y/N, waving her hands with red flames, constantly casting spells. The smell of smoke and herbs makes her dizzy and slurred words that sound like a mantra make her heart shrink with fear. Y/N looks at her mother and almost cries. The girl is poorly understands what is going on as Wanda switched to unknown language, but the meaning of the word, which young woman repeats every now and then, bursts into consciousness, echoing. And she suddenly begins to understand who has been chasing her for years in her dreams.
A dead man.
Her fate is a long-gone person. That's why his appearance didn't change. That's why his frightened voice made her blood run cold. The call of the dead signifies the approach of the end. No matter how alluring his face may be, he has neither soul nor heart, and he will destroy her. She has no idea why she thought so, but she was determined not to let herself meet him.
Seeing her determination Wanda came to her, smiled and rubs her hand on girl’ back in circle in a soothing manner.
“Everything is going to be fine.” Wand said with her thick accent. “There is nothing to worry about.”
As soon as Y/N and her mother left Wanda’s house, the shadow took a step forward, looking expectantly at Wanda whose body was immediately doused with a cold. As if she still didn’t get used to face such creatures.
“I guess she is not ready to meet me yet?” a strange vibrating voice sounded around Wanda as if enveloping her in a trance. It sounded as if it came from everywhere, amplifying many times, reflected from the walls and columns
“She is not indeed. I think it’s better to leave her alone for some time, Bucky.” Wanda said fully turning to meet the man whose presence she felt the minute two women came to her house. “If you ever want to lay your hands on her, leave her be for the time being. Human mind is full of surprises and one day she will get used to the idea of your existence.”
“I hope you are right little witch. I hope you are right.” The whisper is lulling, quiet. Bewitching, almost putting Wanda into a trance. Bucky’s breath warms the skin on woman’s neck, where the pulse beats. “Or I will come back and won’t be that friendly to you are any of your family.” Bucky whispers in a menacing tone before disappearing without a trace.
Wanda takes a deep breath, crosses herself as she cleaning up her workplace cursing the confident but lost vampire. She just hopes that girl will be more open-minded than most humans.
Returning home, Y/N mourns over her destiny for a long time. Maybe Y/N is very young, but she understands: the dream of a happy life is buried along with the dead man from her dreams. The image of the mysterious man will remain a reminder that she will never know the same as her loved ones. Her destiny is to live with an unloved person until the end of her days, pretending that he is destined for her.
Falling asleep and waking up without a single hope of meeting such a familiar face of a stranger for several years now, Y/N regrets only one thing. She never got a chance to know man’s name.
Y/N perched at the bar and began to look at the crowd of cheerful young people. Loud beats of a tasteless music pounded in some absolutely incredible octaves, and the drum beats made Y/N's heart beat in a ragged, uneven rhythm.
She kept glancing at the company of drunken young men through her bloody red glass with ice cubes that was slowly melting away. The degree of excitement, both physical and sexual, that night went off scale beyond all conceivable and inconceivable limits. Y/N visited this club a few times prior with her girlfriends, but tonight she felt the need to visit it alone.
So little time passed since her epic break-up with her last boyfriend Justin. She has just turned 30 when he proclaimed that he has met his fate and is going to leave her. Even though she knew that this was going to happen, it hurt. Even if she tried to leave as a normal person which was not too hard to do as her dream man has not visited her dreams for five years now making it much easier to pretend that he did not exist.
She of course forbade herself to think about this asshole, but thoughts like persistent worms dug into her brain and swarm there swarming endlessly. His kisses left a slight bitter taste on girl’s lips and she knew she would not forget the feeling for some time.
Y/N took a small sip of her vigorous cocktail and reached into her purse. Two missed calls from Natasha. She pursued her lips in disgust and turned off her phone because she wanted to relax. She would not say no to a good sex either. She just needs one crazy, passionate and tender night with a stranger to get her mind off her problems. And she knew that this club stirred off all moral principles was exactly what she needed. She didn't want to remember Justin's words, his baseless accusations and completely inappropriate insults. She just wanted to forget everything and get laid.
When she was about to swallow the rest of her drink she caught moving beside her. Turning to a man who occupied seat next to her she felt her heart beating faster. His silhouette looked so familiar. For a moment, it seems to her that fatigue and the shaken rhythm of breathing are to blame for everything, because the one person she sees in front of her is the only person that simply could not exist. Wanda assured her of this when she cast her spells, circling over young girl.
Catching her breath, Y/N looks back at the man and opens her eyes wide in surprise when she realizes that the man across from her is studying her in return. They are separated just by several centimeters, nothing else. The stranger is still as young and beautiful as five, ten, fifteen years ago; time seems to have stopped for him.
His lips moving, but no sound reaches girl’s ears. The man whispers something to her to no avail. In confusion, she opens her mouth, looking at the one whom she saw in her dreams, in whose existence tried not to believe. How can a dead man sit so close and be as alive as her?
Shaking off the daziness she felt, Y/N smiled and fully turned to a man, facing him and taking in his appearance: dark-brown locks framing his face was shaped into artistic mess, his ocean-blue eyes watched her intently.
“May I ask your name?” He asked and she realized that he must have been talking to her for a few minutes before she realized it.
“Sorry, it’s Y/N.” She answered and extended her hand for a handshake, but he kissed her knuckles instead and let it fall back on her knees. “And what’s yours?”
“It’s James, but friends call me Bucky” He smiled at her and extended his hand. “Dance with Me.” He said in a non-arguing tone.
Y/N wanted to say no, wanted to push him away, to run away because she felt the need to do so, but it was hopeless. Against her will she extended her hand and James led her to the center of the dance floor. A new tune began to play, somewhat similar to the one of 90s. It was a gentle but dynamic composition, and Y/N immediately caught the steady rhythm of the loud drum beats.
James was a gallant and careful partner. His hands touched Y/N so fleetingly and tenderly that these touches were like a breath of warm wind. They moved perfectly, harmoniously, together and in one breath. She surrendered to his steady hands as he led gently but forcefully.
Passion and tenderness, sadness and joy from an unexpected meeting, bitterness and sweetness merged in their dance - conflicting feelings, opposite beginnings. Their dance was one big oxymoron, a strange accident that, nevertheless, gave happiness. Y/N only now realized how much she missed him for the smile and his demeanor itself, for his presence in her life. She felt dread deep within, but nothing could compare to her feeling of happiness. She had no idea how she really looked forward to his return, even if it was sudden and painfully sharp.
He ran a hand around her waist as she leaned back, their bodies entwined in fluid, almost erotic motions. James who was somehow perfectly fitting into the rhythm of the song gently took Y/N by the chin and made her effectively tilt her head back bend a little. He didn't insist, but Y/N wanted to obey and she obeyed, and James accepted her reaction as a kind of gift.
The music ended, and Y/N froze in place. James also stopped. They stood face to face, one inch apart, and James’s eyes filled with a thousand emotions as he looked at Y/N and squeezed her hand. There was sadness in his eyes, as if he knew he would eventually leave. Or so she thought.
“Come with me, Y/N. It's too loud in here.” James said and gently pulled her along himself to the exit of the club.
Y/N didn't ask where or why James leads her, she felt the uncontrolled desire to do as he said. She felt the weird sense of both physical and sexual excitement as he was leading the way. It was so easy to follow the person you... what? Wanted to meet? Loved? Felt lust towards? Y/N didn’t want to love James as loving him was like cutting herself methodically. Cut one millimeter every day. She couldn't afford those feelings, but neither could he.
Therefore, without a word, they got into a taxi and drove off somewhere. Y/N did not yet know exactly where, but then she realized: to the hotel. And her heart sank in perverted sense of lust and excitement.
She looked at the man sitting next to her and was surprised to find that he was studying her face, stopping his examination on her lips. The weird sense of desire cursed through her veins and without realizing she pulls the man by the neck, tasting his lips. Both shuddered at such unexpected closeness, but the man's hands on their own pulled the girl closer to him, wrapping around her thin waist. The kiss was sensual and unusual. When the man's tongue penetrated her mouth the world around them stopped and she lost herself in sensation. How they got into the hotel room she didn’t know. The only thing she was aware of was his hot whispers “I long for you” and “I want you”. He was pouring his hot breath around her neck, and she once again responded to this low velvety voice, feeling heat rise to her cheeks, and it hurts in the lower abdomen. He smelled of expensive whiskey, bitter orange, and spices, all Y/N’s feelings have now become especially extrapolated. A light kiss on the neck and she forgot about everything, swallowing nervously and pulling James's neck to her.
“The feeling is mutual.” she whispered thoughtlessly against his lips.
James didn't need to be told twice, he had already torn the thin fabric of her dress in half in one sharp movement, exposing Y/N's breasts, small buttons scattered across the floor, creating a rustle. The girl pulled off his T-shirt with trembling hands. She moaned causing James to growl in a low voice. He squeezed small breasts with his hands, pulling back the nipples causing the halos to turn a little red. Both were beside themselves, both were overwhelmed with passion and desire, alcohol completely dissolved all barriers and they had little of everything that was happening.
James pushed Y/N onto the bed, kissing the thin skin leaving a wet path from the neck to the chest, biting with teeth and therefore on reddish hickeys immediately appeared on the girl’s body. Let everyone know that she belongs to him. Another kiss somewhere between the ribs made Y/N aching from the pain twisting in the lower abdomen. Barnes seemed to feel it and started to slowly move his hand to the girl’s crotch which already was wet even through the thin fabric of panties. Gently pushing them aside, his palm began to make light movements up and down along the excited clitoris. The girl moaned in return and arched her back, grabbing Bucky’s hair and pulling his head closer.
Everything inside her was asking for way more than she was feeling right now. All of her skin turned into naked nerves, which Bucky masterfully played. It was also difficult for a man to restrain his excitement even through the veil alcohol, hatred for her previous fear of him and uncontrollable desire, now he just wanted to be inside Y/N. But he had one important thing yet to do. He pulled away from her being completely naked, and with a strong hard-on, which she lustfully looked at.
“You should know the conditions,” the man croaked looking at the heavily panting girl. “Once we seal the fate’s mark, there won’t be any way out of it.”
“James,” she wanted to protest, but Barnes interrupted her, pressing hard hand on the girl's neck.
“Condition, Y/N,” Barnes said harshly. “Do you agree with it? There won’t be turning back and there won’t be leaving me again” He said and felt relive washing over him when the girl nodded and obeyed.
“Take me, I want you,” Y/N answered with a breath, and the man chuckled, again reducing the distance between them to millimeters. One sudden movement, a loud scream, a guttural growl and a moment of bewilderment.
“Damn, Y/N , didn’t you have anyone?” Bucky muttered, looking at the intoxicated eyes.
“I did, but...” the girl replied grabbing his ass and directing into yourself.
She was too narrow, too wet, too hot. Everything for Bucky that was connected with Y/N now was from the category of "too". But now he understood only that this moment dragged on for too long. He moved in her with such a wild and animal passion that it seemed this tension would tear both of them apart. His sharp thrusts echoed in the girl with loud and vulgar moans. She thought that she would probably never get used to his impressive size, which brought her to the point of insanity.
Y/N missed those feelings so much. She hasn’t got any proper sex for quite some time and now she felt how her need was finally fulfilling. The man has not stopped, continuing to gain their highest point of pleasure. The movements became more and more unrestrained, both moved towards each other, and the slaps of wet bodies filled semi-dark room.
Bucky abruptly pulled out of Y/N and she felt a painful emptiness, looking at him like an offended child, but the devils danced there, and it turned him on even more.
He turned his girl on her stomach and without waiting for a suitable pose, abruptly entered her, which caused him to catch a loud scream. With each new push Y/N thoughtlessly shouted it out his name, resting her elbows on the already damp surface of the bed.
“Louder,” Bucky squeezed out with an imperious wheeze, and grabbing both of the girl’s hands closed them around her lower back, leaving her completely in his power.
“Yes, yes,” Y/N groaned exhaustedly, succumbing to meet Bucky. Soon enough she felt both heat and cold, cursed through the body as a single wave, the muscles of her vagina contracted and she had a chance to hear a guttural growl of her man the same moment she felt hard pulsations and pleasant warmth inside herself.
He collapsed exhausted right on her, pressing his whole body, all wet, panting, and although Y/N was not very comfortable, she dreamed to prolong this moment as long as possible.
“Sorry that I came,” he began, panting and speaking incoherently, “into you.”
“It’s all right,” Y/N answered, gradually coming to her senses, “I’m on pill anyway.” They both chuckled. Bucky turned his head to meet hers, and turn around, to lay next to her.
As he smiled at her, the girl laughed, gently, almost in a whisper and asked the question she has been dying to ask.
“So you are more than real. But I have been told that you are a dead person...” She whispered looking into blue eyes with interest, and then tilts her head slightly to one side as she hears that her heart rate is too fast and that his heart would have been beating the same way if it had not stopped many years ago.
Bucky looks at Y/N who instantly freezes, her eyebrows raised in surprise, and her mouth slightly parted. He reaches out with his hand to the girl's face, lightly strokes her cheek, sinks to her chin and covers her mouth with a slight movement, and then as if he lost his mind he bursts into laughter. Y/N smiles and laughs back. Bucky’s laughter is mesmerizing and soothing.
“You know, while you have seen me the same way all of these times, I have to watch you growing from a little girl with beautiful fair hair to a lovely young woman.” Bucky runs his hand through Y/N's hair and whispers that a lot has changed during this time.
He speaks of his past and the eternal feeling and the transience of time and at some moment Y/N feels that she is falling into abyss of darkness that is vast and deep. And Y/N is ready to drown in it.
Bucky watches her sleep and think that probably tomorrow she will regret everything that happened, but now she was free of any dark though.
The fast asleep girl turned her back to Bucky and pressed herself to him, making him cuddle her.
He on the contrary was not asleep, but he understood that both of them needed time to adjust to their situation and have some time to calm down. For now he almost weightlessly touches the skin of her neck with his lips controlling himself, knowing well enough that one day he will have the chance to change her destiny forever. Today was simply not that day.
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Finally putting this bad boy up!! Pretty proud of how it turned out but I hope you like it! <3
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18+ content
summary: you get caught with a boy and need to persuade Sheriff Bodecker to not tell your parents
contains: dark!Lee Bodecker, innocent/naive!reader, age gap (reader is in college), dad's best friend!Lee Bodecker, daddy kink, virginity loss, finger sucking (?), a sprinkle of spit/cum play, face fucking, hair pulling, choking, two shots of humiliation kink (entire bottle), degradation kink, breeding kink, hints of fingering here and there, and Lee being a dick <3
word count: 6k
WARNING: This fic contains dark themes including - NON-CON/DUB-CON, possessive behavior, manipulation, blackmail, coercion, and other shit I don't remember. Again, THIS IS A DARK FIC, don't read it if you're not comfortable with it!
Now that all that's out the way, enjoy the next 6k -ish words of pure filth <3
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“You’re a long way from home, miss Y/L/N.”
Blue eyes pierce into yours, your hand fisted in the fabric of your dress as you stare back at the man. This could not have looked worse. You’re with your date– alone, an hour away from the city, in an empty parking lot. And out of all the people, Lee Bodecker just happens to see the car and stop by.
You weren’t doing anything wrong. Jacob was sweet, the two of you haven’t done anything aside from little make-outs in tiny rooms and the backseat of his car, (he was your first kiss but you didn’t plan on ever telling him that). Jacob made you feel good, he had managed to rope you in with his charming smile and smooth words and finally got you to come to one of his games.
The town loved Jacob, who wouldn’t? He was a star college athlete and anyone would be able to see how big and bright his future is. And you? Well, you were just any regular college student out there. You lived with your parents, have classes all week, and work at an old diner on the weekends for some change. 
So the look of surprise on Sheriff Bodecker’s face when he sees you does little to ease your nerves. Nothing had happened in the car…yet. You were surely on the way which is very evident in the matted mess of Jacob’s hair from your fingers, your swollen lips, and your flimsy sundress that’s ridden up your thighs a bit. You try to shift in your seat to bring your dress down a little more, but it only hikes the material up further, a wave of heat running over your body in embarrassment. 
“Your daddy know you’re out this late– this far from home, with the star quarterback?” You nearly want to cry when he asks. Your father and Sheriff Bodecker are good friends, best friends some would say, and there’s no doubt he’s going to tell your dad about what he saw tonight. Which means you’ll be forced to stop seeing Jacob. What type of image of your family would you be painting if everyone heard about you sneaking around with a boy late at night? You would become the town's gossip for a while, especially because your dad is the mayor. 
“We were just about to head home, sir. Stopped by for a bite to eat.” Jacob speaks up for you, seeing as all the words you know have suddenly escaped your mind. The sheriff doesn’t look at Jacob though, his eyes are still stuck on your nervous figure. A smile cracks across his lips, he looks away, head turning as he lightly laughs, eyes twinkling with the golden hues from the streetlights. He works a toothpick between his teeth, taught muscles working beneath his jaw as he thinks. “You think I don’t know what you two were doing?” 
You want the leather seat beneath you to swallow you whole when he looks back at you. “Sir?” Jacob attempts to challenge him, but Lee doesn’t take the bait. He taps the edge of the window once as he stands up straight, a hand settling on his hip as the other tips his hat up a little. “Go home, 24,” Jacob’s jaw tenses at the lack of his name and the use of his jersey number. If the man wasn’t a cop and sure to arrest him, Jacob would’ve punched the douchebag. “Y/N, get your things, I’m taking you home.” 
Your shoulders sink, eyes wet with tears as you fight them back. “Uh, sir I don’t… That isn’t necessary, I can take her home.” Jacob attempts, but Bodecker waves a hand. “I’m sure you can. You’ve had your fun, son. Have a safe trip home.” Without another word, he nods toward you and walks to his car.
You quietly grab your things, whisper a small, “Night, Jacob.” and leave, shamefully walking towards the police car. You don’t understand why you feel so guilty, so ashamed– nothing happened! You wanted to spew out a plethora of excuses when you got in the car, but nothing came out. You were too nervous and scared to say anything, and Lee’s intense gaze didn’t help either.
Without a word, he drives off, nothing but the sound of the engine and the faint hum of the radio filling the car. It’s like this for a while, 10 minutes maybe, until Lee reaches over to turn the music down and speaks up, “Are you a virgin, Y/N?”
You nearly choke at his question, looking over at him in shock before looking away in embarrassment when he glances over at you. “I uh..” you clear your throat, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. “Sir?”
“Are you a virgin?” The words make you want to shrink in your seat, and to some extent you do. He glances over at you again, awaiting an answer. It’d be rude to not answer him and you’re already in a lot of trouble. Your fingers twist and pull at the hem of your dress as you answer him, “Y-yes sir.” 
He hums, nodding his head in response. Nothing else is said for quite a while again until you break the silence.
“Sheriff?” You’re slightly turned to look at him, watching as he continues to work the toothpick in his mouth. “Doll.” He urges you to continue. 
“Are you going to tell my dad?” 
When he looks over at you, he almost coos. You’re the sweetest thing Lee Bodecker has ever set his eyes on. He wonders how you’ve survived so long given how naive you can be, but he doesn’t point it out, he’d rather use it to his advantage.
“You know I have to, Y/N.” A frown takes over your face at his answer, you look back down at your lap before looking back at him. “Nothing happened though, sir.” Your weak attempt at saving face.
He hums, head ticking to the side once before shaking in disagreement. “It was only a kiss.” You insist, mere seconds away from begging for mercy, even if you were telling the truth and he was in the wrong.
He doesn’t say anything, and it makes you even more stressed about the situation. He still says nothing as he pulls the car over to the side of the empty road. He parks the car and turns over to you, draping his right arm over the back of the seat, fingers tapping the leather behind you. Your heart races in your chest as he ticks an eyebrow at you. “Now, that’s not what I saw, bunny.” He frowns at you.
You feel so frustrated, on the brink of crying. Nothing happened!
You open your mouth to say something but he stops you. “You’re a sinful little thing, Y/N. Sucking off a boy in an empty parking lot miles from home. What would your parents say, hm? They’d be so disappointed.” Tears are now brimming your eyes, the thought of your parents being so disappointed in you strikes a sensitive nerve. You’re a good girl, you’ve never really done anything bad; hell, you’ve never even been grounded!
“Sucking off? I didn’t…” You’re shaking your head but stop when he shakes his as well. “Don’t waste your excuses on me, little one. They won’t work, better save them for your parents.” His index finger brushes the collar of your dress before he pinches it between his fingers, feeling the soft material as his eyes bore into yours.
“T-they’re not excuses.” You further attempt, frowning when he ticks an eyebrow at you. “Are you calling me a liar, bunny?” You nearly gasp, frantically shaking your head. He looks so upset, hurt, and disappointed and it makes you want to cry. “No! No, sir I-” “That pretty little mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble if you keep talking.” He threatens. You’re quick to shut your mouth and he hums. A shiver runs up your spine when you feel his hand slip beneath your hair, fingers lightly massaging the back of your neck, thumb gently running up and down your pulse.
“Think you need to stuff it full, hm?” His hand is now cupping your jaw, gently forcing it open. You don't think your heart has ever beat as fast as it is now, thrumming in your chest like a caged distraught bird. Two fingers dance across your swollen lips, fingertips catching the wet spit. You whimper, attempting to move your head away, but the look that flashes in his eyes has you stuck as he finally dips into the warm wet cavern of your mouth. “Suck.”
You’re hesitant as you follow his instruction, lips closing around his digits. Instinctively, your tongue swirls over his fingertips and knuckles as you suckle at the two fingers like they’re candy. Throughout this, Lee’s eyes never leave yours, and there's an unspoken warning to not break eye contact unless he says so. You’re sucking on his fingers for a bit of time, a few praises slip his mouth here and there and you suddenly find yourself squeezing your thighs. You try to be subtle about it, but Mr. Boedecker is ever the observant one. 
“What are you doing, bunny?” He taunts. You give an eager suck and he softly laughs as you huff in exasperation. “Sucking on daddy’s fingers is making you wet, isn’t it?” He coos. You barely realize it when you nod, eyes fluttering as you squirm in your seat. He tuts, moving closer to you and slipping his other hand up your thigh as you squeeze again. “Open your legs.”
You fail to do it on his first order and it proves to upset him, his fingers digging into the soft skin of your thighs, pulling a squeal from the back of your throat as you comply. “There we go,” He praises, the palm of his hand stroking up and down the inside of your thigh, watching as you struggle to keep them open. 
“You should be thanking me, you know.” He tilts his head towards you. You glance down to where he’s rubbing at your thighs, nearing your clothed center every time. “Boys like Jacob only want one thing from dumb girls like you.” 
You’re a second away from asking what it is they want, the suspense nearly killing you, but he answers for you. “They just wanna fuck you, sweetheart. Use you up and kick you to the side… you should be thanking me.” He repeats, eyes gleaming with a demand. Through a full mouth you speak, “Thank you.”
He hums again, pulling away his fingers to smear your saliva across your lips as you lightly pant. “Bet you’ve soaked through your panties by now, haven't you?”
You don’t answer, tongue chasing his fingers again, there was something that felt nice about it. However, Lee doesn’t allow you the privilege again, instead, his fingers grip your jaw, wet fingers digging into your cheeks as he forces you to look at him, your eyes fluttering open (you’re not exactly sure when they’d even closed). “Answer me, slut.”
The name makes you whine in humiliation, tears welling in your eyes again. “Y-yes, sir-” “Daddy.” He cuts you off and corrects you. You heavily swallow, a wave of embarrassment and arousal washing over you. “Yes, daddy…” You utter. 
He pulls away from you and before you can whine he’s already giving you instructions. “Take off your panties and put them in the glove box.”
You silently gulp, face burning with humiliation as you skate your fingers up your skirt and hook them into the waistband of your panties, dragging the flimsy cotton piece down your legs. You can’t even look at him as you finally get the article off, shutting your legs as you reach forward to stuff them in the glove box as you were told. 
“Good girl,” He hums, you glance over, shy from your dirty actions as he watches your every move. “Come here.” God, your head feels light with the mixture of emotions you have, but you do it anyway, not wanting to upset him. 
When your thigh brushes up against his, his fingers find their way into your hair, curling to gently tug at your soft strands. “Unbutton my pants and get my cock out.” The feeling of his breath on your cheek as he speaks has you nearly whimpering. 
“But sir, I-“ You’re cut off with a sharp tug to your hair, a yelp leaving you as a shot of pain runs through your scalp. “How many times do I have to correct you, hm?” You whine, thighs shifting against each other, you’re ashamed of the way your body is reacting to his words and actions. 
“This sweet mouth is clumsy,” His free hand reaches up to squeeze at your cheeks, watching as your lips pucker and you preen in embarrassment. “Needs to be put to work, stuffed full so that little tongue of yours can’t form anymore lies.” 
Your right hand is fisting at your dress in your lap, while the other subconsciously falls onto his thigh, nimble fingers curling around the rough fabric of his trousers. 
“I don’t like repeating myself.” 
He lets go of your face and watches as you take a shaky breath, eyes falling to his lap, his thighs spread with a noticeable bump in between. Your jittery fingers fall onto his belt buckle, swiftly undoing it before doing the same with his button and zipper. 
A soft groan nearly leaves him as you reach into his pants and pull his cock out. Your lips are parted in awe at the sight of his prick, hard with a red and drippy tip. He's average length, but is much bigger in girth than most people, Y/N thinks… She doesn’t really have anyone to compare him to. 
He nods when you glance at him, scared of what will come next. “Go on, suck my cock pretty girl.”
A part of you doesn’t want to, the fact that this is Lee Bodecker, the town’s sheriff and one of your father's closest friends is all the more reason why you shouldn’t. But the look he’s giving you; not only does it slightly scare you into submission, but it also sends a ping of arousal rushing to your center. 
You’re frozen, stuck in place because you’ve never done this before. Making out with Jacob is as sexual as you’ve ever been! You know what sex is, you know what he is asking— telling —  you to do, but…you don’t know how to. 
You’re about to tell him, but his patience runs thin as he grips the back of your neck and pushes you down, a yelp leaving you as you fall face-first into his lap. And then your face to face with his cock, glancing up at him as he grips himself from the base. His other hand leaves your neck to push back your hair and you slightly jump when he slaps his cock against your cheek, humming in satisfaction as strings of precum smear across your skin. 
“Open your mouth.” He orders, jaw clenched as he tilts his cock towards you. His tip swipes across your lips before he pushes himself in, a soft groan leaving him as he eases into your soft wet mouth. The taste of him bursts against your tongue, salty and slightly sweet, more pleasant than you had imagined, but you fight the urge to make a face anyways. He’s so big in your mouth, stretching your jaw so much you can already feel an ache rising after only a few thrusts. Your eyes are still watching him as he groans above you, head tipping back in ecstasy as he picks up the pace. 
One of your hands is gripping his thigh, while the other rests against his hip, nails digging into the soft pudgy skin. Your hands squeeze in surprise when he pushes your head so far down that you gag around him, throat contracting around his cock, pulling a deep groan from him. “Fuck, mouth feels so fucking good. Wanna make you choke on my cum.” He spits out. 
You’re ashamed of the way your thighs keep clenching in desire, what for? You don’t know.
Tears of joy nearly spring from your eyes when he pulls you off his prick, but he doesn’t take you far, rubbing his tip against your damp lips. “Spit on it.” His words make you audibly whine as you turn your head, a silent plea to be done, but he tightens his grip on your hair, turning your head back and pulling. A whimper tumbles from your lips “Please-“ “What did I say about repeating myself, bunny?” 
You suppress another whimper as your purse your lips, gathering spit in your mouth before spitting it all on his cock, watching as it dribbles down from his tip. Without another word, he shoves himself back between your lips. “Suck it, suck my cock, and make daddy feel good.” 
You do as he says, slowly bobbing your head up and down, listening to the words that leave the man above you. You’re sloppy, spit and precum dripping down the sides of your mouth, spilling onto your chin and his pants. “Look at you drooling for my cock,” He coos. You feel so dirty. Guilty and wrong for the part of you that actually wants to satisfy his needs. 
“Sucking me like I’m paying you for it…Shit, you were made for this.” His fingers curl in your hair, a whine leaving you as pain shoots all across your scalp. “Yeah, made just for my cock. Only good thing that mouth of yours does.”
Without warning, he holds both sides of your head before thrusting up into your mouth a few times, repeatedly hitting the back of your throat before shoving you completely down. His head tips back as you gag around him, your face pushed up against his soft tummy as he holds you in place. “Fuck,” He drags the word out as you squirm against him. Your hand rises, pressing up against his tummy in a weak attempt to beg for air, but he doesn’t let up as he rocks his hips against your face. 
Finally, he pulls you off by your hair with a curse, watching as you gasp for air, choking and coughing on the mix of saliva and his arousal. 
You reach up to swipe at the mess on your chin, but he grabs your wrist before you can. To your surprise, his other hand reaches up, fingers curling at the neckline of your dress and yanking it down to reveal your chest. You gasp, your free hand coming up to shield yourself from his hungry eyes, but he grabs that arm as well, pinning both hands to the seat. 
“You keep your fucking hands glued to the seat unless they’re touching me, you understand?” He snaps. You mewl, eyes fluttering shut in the embarrassment of your state right now. But he doesn’t allow it, his hand reaching up to grip your jaw with a quick order to open your eyes. “Do you understand?”
You shift in your seat as you nod. “Yes, daddy.”
You squeal when you feel a wet substance landing on your chest, his spit. It’s humiliating. The absolute degradation of Lee Bodecker spitting on you like you mean little to nothing has you whining and mewling in shame, but he doesn’t care. He takes his hand away, which is now covered in spit and cum from your face, before smearing it all over your chest, big hands squeezing at your tits as you let out little noises of protest. 
“Fuck, look at these,” He squeezes both tits in his hands as you squeeze your eyes in embarrassment, nails digging into the leather of the car seat beneath you. “Maybe I should fuck these instead, hm?” His fingers pinch at your nipples, pulling and rubbing as you squirm. 
“Ah! Please!” You gasp, back arching up into him. You’re frustrated with the way this is actually making you wetter than before, even though you keep pleading for him to stop. “If I wasn’t so keen on fucking my kids into you, I would’ve kept fucking that mouth of yours until I came all over these tits. Make you lick it all up like a good girl.”
His words have your face heating up, chest heaving as you pant into the air. You’re shocked when he leans in and presses his lips to yours, humming at the taste of you and him. You don’t kiss back for a moment, but he tugs at your nipples as a warning and you gasp, allowing him to slip his tongue in. The kiss is filthy, nasty, and wet, and by the time he pulls away, you’re left panting and dizzy from lack of air. 
You barely register how he manhandles you, making you sit back so your back is against the back of the seat. He lifts your left leg, tossing it over his thigh and pushing your other leg so your thighs are parted wide. You want to close them, but you know it’ll only get you in trouble. 
“Pull your dress up, show daddy his pretty pussy.” God, you don’t know what’s gotten into you, but another wave of arousal hits you. His pretty pussy. 
His pretty pussy.
You’re burning with shame as your shaky hand reaches between you, fisting at your dress before pulling it back, holding it to your stomach as you subconsciously widen your legs, flaunting everything you have to give. Your other hand is stuck to the seat, squeezing at the tired leather as your gaze flickers up to Lee, seeking approval.
He hums, a hand slipping up the inside of your thigh, squeezing the soft skin and watching you squirm. “Look at you, bunny,” He coos, fingertips nearing your wet center. You whine when his index finger ghosts over your folds before parting them to watch you pulse around nothing. “All this is for me, hm?” He raises a brow, looking over at you, the hand that’s still stuck in your hair tightening as he forces you to watch as he pets you in your most private area. A thick finger sinks into your weepy hole with a faint squelching noise. “Yes, daddy.” You sigh, eyes stuck watching his face as he focuses on what’s between your legs. Your eyes flutter shut for a few moments as you suppress the moans that want to slip, but Lee tuts in disapproval. 
“Look,” He tilts your head down, muttering for you to open your eyes. “You’re making a mess all over my seats, bunny. You’re lucky I’m ready to fuck you or else I would’ve had you over my knee for being a bad girl.” You pant, whining in embarrassment at the sight of your arousal smeared between your thighs and dripping onto the seats below you. 
“A-ah! Sorry…sorry daddy.” You manage to speak between breaths as Lee hums, his thumb joining to rub at your clit as he continues to work his finger in and out of you. “I’ll have to punish you another time.” 
You can’t help it when you dive forward, chasing his lips in a sloppy kiss, a frown forming when he turns away. Suddenly he’s pulling away from you entirely, tears form in your eyes as you begin to think you’ve done something wrong, but Lee doesn’t do much to rest your spiraling mind. 
He’s moving you around again, pushing you to lay on your back and splitting your thighs open before he kneels between them, a hand wrapped around the base of his cock as the other pinches at the skin of your thigh. You’re dazed and fucked out already, too tired to realize what’s going on before you feel him painting the tip of his cock up and down your slit. “W-wait!” Your hand shoots up to press at his tummy, legs trying to shut but failing due to his large body between them.
You’re scooting back against the car door, an arm reaching up to cover your chest as you whine. “T-This doesn’t feel right…” A prominent frown is etched across your lips as you attempt to shut your legs. Memories of your mother telling you to never let situations like this happen. You had thought Lee wouldn’t take it this far. Certainly, he wouldn’t go all the way, especially with his best friend's daughter.
The look in his eyes says otherwise, a whimper falling from your lips, “You can’t, please.” Your attempt at begging is weak, and it proves to be so when he grunts in annoyance, hands landing on your hips to pull you closer once again, legs splitting around his waist. “This isn’t right, you’re my dad’s best friend!” 
You’re shocked when his hand wraps around your neck, squeezing enough to shut you up as he leans down, face to face with your tear-stained face. “You don’t know the difference between right and wrong. You’re just a dumb fuck bunny,” His words bring more tears to your eyes, fingers ripping at the tainted seats below you. “You were made to just lay there and take cock like a fucking whore.” 
He rubs his prick through your folds again, laughing when your hips twitch from the feeling. “You’re gonna let me fuck you, you know why?” 
You mewl, squirming beneath his grasp as he slaps his cock against your cunt. Heat rises up your neck and face at the wet sound of your arousal echoing in the car. “Because if you don’t, I’m gonna tell your dad.” 
“N-” “Yes. I’m gonna tell him how his little princess is out at late hours fucking boys in parking lots. He’ll be so disappointed. Probably ship you off for a camp over the summer-” You sob as he describes your possible future. “No, please no!” You beg.
“Mm, eager now are we?” He hums. There’s no warning when you feel his thick head slip into your tight hole, one of your hands shooting up to grip at his wrist that's held up to your neck, manicured nails digging into his skin, sure to leave a mark. He wastes no time shoving his cock all the way into your tight channel, full and heavy balls pressed snug against your bum as a sound close to a scream wracks through your body.
“Oh, fuck,” Lee curses above you before leaning forward, smashing his lips against yours as you softly sob. The burn is intense, it’s uncomfortable, and if he hadn’t had your legs spread so wide, you’re sure you would’ve kneed him and tried to escape by now. Your lips are still as he kisses you, you’re body trying its best to accommodate his large size as he begins thrusting in and out of you.
“Ah! I-” You can hardly form words as the pain sears through your lower body. A sharp thrust has you squealing, hands frantic in search of something to hold, one hand shoots towards his stomach in an attempt to stop him. “I-...it hurts, daddy. It’s too much!” You plead, fresh tears rolling down your face when you squeeze your eyes shut. Your entire body is warm, your ears burning so much you swear you can hear the blood rushing through them.
His hand leaves your neck, tangling into your hair as he tells you to open your eyes. You open them, blinking through tears to gaze up at him. Lee has never seen a prettier sight, your lips swollen and wet, face damp and glistening with tears under the streetlights, Your eyes are glossed over as you blink up at him. You’re trembling, mumbling incoherent sentences as his pace slowly picks up.
He coos, petting your hair when you let out a strangled moan. The pain is slowly starting to subside the longer his cock pierces into you and you feel more than ashamed of yourself when you start to feel good. There’s a dull ache rising in your lower stomach as a result of his relentless pounding and it brews a slight pang of fear in your chest.
Each thrust pushes small little ‘ah’s from your mouth, the hand on his stomach fisting at his shirt. “I’m doing you a fucking favor getting you dumb for my cock. Gonna have you addicted, ruin you for anyone else.” He grunts, watching as you struggle to breathe beneath him, lips parted around moans and mewls, chest heaving in exasperation. He can hear you struggling to get a word out, your eyebrows pinched together as your thighs squeeze his hips.
“What’s that, sweet girl?” 
The switch of his attitude is giving you whiplash, his pet names for you go from slut or whore to sweet ones like bunny and sweet girl. You whimper, cheeks burning in embarrassment from your next words. “More please.” You whisper. A small smirk tugs at Lee’s lips because knows he’s slowly pulling at your loose threads, tearing at your seams one by one. “More? You want more, bunny? You like daddy’s cock?” 
A slur of yes’ leaves your mouth, “Mm. And to think you wanted me to stop. To think you even wanted to fuck that little friend of yours.” His eyes trail over you, groaning at the sight of your wet tits bouncing with his thrusts. “You were gonna let him between these pretty thighs,” You shake your head but he nods. “Yes, you were. We both know you were, you fucking slut.”
You open your mouth to disagree, but it’s cut short with a moan. “Were gonna let him cum in you and get you pregnant. Then what? You get stuck with him for the rest of your life.” Your moans are breathless and borderline cries as he keeps fucking you. A hand reaches up, gripping your jaw, and you whimper, tears filling your eyes. “That’s what you want? Wanna get stuck fucking his tiny prick for the rest of your life, hm?” “No! No, daddy…” 
A tear slips down your face, not only from how good you feel but from the words he’s saying. You can’t imagine being stuck with Jacob for the rest of your life. Sure you liked him, but it was just a fling! It wasn’t anything serious yet, and you didn’t quite like the way he would openly flirt with girls right in front of you.
“Maybe I’ll let him get you pregnant. What would your parents say when their sweet innocent baby gets knocked up by the town's football captain?” You cry out at his words and his actions. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry please no, please, daddy.” You sob. At this point you’re not entirely sure what you're begging him for, the lines had blurred long ago.
Lee coos, thumb caressing your cheek, wiping away your tears. He leans forward, lips ghosting over yours as he speaks, “Shh shh shh, it’s okay baby. You belong to me now,” You subconsciously wrap your arms around his shoulders, trying your best hand at kissing him (which fails when you kiss the side of his mouth and he pettily laughs at you). “Gonna put a baby in you and claim you for myself, hm.” You shake your head, whining at the image of Lee getting you pregnant. He pushes himself to sit back up, your fingers getting lost in the short strands of hair at the back of his neck. “Yeah, let everyone know your mine when they see your tummy swell with my babies. Watch these tits of yours get round and full with milk, fuck.” The image drives him insane, his hands palming your breasts and squeezing hard enough to make you squeal. And the more he talks about it and the longer you dwell on it, the image doesn’t sound so bad.
The air around you is thick, your pretty moans mixed with his loud grunts and the repetitive lewd sloshing sound of your sex makes your eyes roll, that ache in your tummy becoming more and more prominent. 
Suddenly his hand is in your hair, tightly pulling to force your neck at an angle to where your gaze is set downward. “Look at us,” You’re forced to watch where he’s pounding into you, thick cock wet and shiny with your arousal and your innocence as he repeatedly disappears within your cunt. “Don’t we look perfect, bunny? Like a fuckin’ masterpiece.” 
Your tummy quivers, thighs shaking as you feel an overwhelming sensation in your gut. “Y-yes. Yes, daddy, s’so pretty.” Your words are chopped and slurred with each of his thrusts. He pulls your head back up and smiles at the sight of you, dazed and fucked out with a sliver of drool spilling from the corner of your mouth. “Oh, baby. Are you drooling for daddy’s cock? Fucked you dumb haven't I?” His thumb catches the spit, running over your bottom lip before dipping into your mouth, watching as your lips close around his thick digit. 
“So pretty baby. Never gonna let you out of my sight again. Just for me, aren't you? Daddy’s special girl.”
You mewl at his praise, nodding your head as you continue to suckle at his thumb. You pant, opening your mouth to respond, “Yes, daddy. S’all for you.”
He nearly cums, the sight of you so far gone has his head spinning, but he isn’t done yet. He kisses you, hard and sloppily before digging his teeth into your bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood and make you loudly whine. When he parts for you, you gasp, squirming beneath his hold as he pistons in and out of you.
“D-daddy?” Lee doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of hearing your sweet voice calling him that. “I-i…my tummy burns.” You’re frowning, toes curling in your shoes as an overwhelming fear settles over you.
Lee’s head tosses back, fingers digging into your hips as he fucks you onto his cock like you weighed nothing. “Let it go, baby, let it go.”
A few more thrusts and you’re trembling, latching onto Lee like your life depends on it. Above you, Lee grunts, jaw clenching at the feeling of your pussy tensing around him, soaking his dick so much he’s sure his seats are ruined by now but he doesn’t care. You’re mumbling little thank you’s as he continues to fuck into you.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum in your little pussy and you’re gonna take it all,” You’re positive there will be bruises where his fingers are on your hips from how tight he’s holding onto you as you mewl. “M’gonna fill you up ‘til you give me pretty babies.”
You’re twitching from sensitivity when he finally cums, pushing himself all the way to the hilt as you cry out, legs closing around his sides. It seems like he’s cumming for hours, hands grinding your hips back and forth on him before he pulls out (and even then, a few more spurts of the sticky substances leaves his tip and paints your swollen cunt). 
Lee hums, cursing under his breath when he looks down. “Look at that, baby.” He’s manhandling you again, fingers pulling your hair and forcing you to look down between your legs, grinning when you moan. “See how pretty you look with my cum?” 
You watch with moony eyes as the white substance drips down your center, gasping when Lee runs his finger through the mess, pushing it back into your pussy. You sob as he curls his finger once before pulling away, raising the slick coated finger between the two of you before slipping it into your mouth, watching as you eagerly lap up all the cum on his finger. 
“That’s enough, don’t get greedy.” He scolds, pulling away as you frown. “Sorry, daddy.” You whisper. Your eyes are stuck on his plump lips as he speaks, but you register none of it, only snapping out of your daze when he lightly slaps your cheek twice before gripping your jaw, watching as your lips pucker. “That’s the last time you’ll be seeing Jacob, right bunny?” 
You nod, quickly murmuring a ‘yes, daddy’ before he smiles, pulling you forward to press your lips onto his, loving the way you melt against him, even if every alarm goes off in your head. The guilt is beginning to gnaw at you as you kiss him back, shame and terror of what you’ve just done slowly consuming you.
A final pang of doom echos in your chest when he pulls away and gazes at you, “Good. You’re mine now.”
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𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧
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𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: enjoy this little blurb i couldn't get out of my head- but i didn't edit this oops
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!bucky barnes x sub!reader
𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬/𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤/𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 & 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝! 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭/𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬!
𝟏𝟖+ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+, language, taunting, degrading/dumbification kink, light spanking, daddy kink, edging, orgasm denial, use of toys (vibrator), unedited
Grabbing the vibrator, Bucky tears the lacey material away from your cunt.
"You think you're so slick coming here and playing with yourself in front me? Thinking you'd get away with it-" He moans, switching the wand to the highest setting.
The vibrations quickly overwhelmed your senses and had your eyes rolling back. You squeal at the intense sensation, trying to push the toy away from your clit.
"I don't think so; if you want to act like a whore, you'll get treated like one." Bucky catches your wrist and pins it above your head.
The pleasure was building in the pit of your stomach rapidly. You're having difficulty keeping your eyes open, and your ability to speak seems to disappear. Bucky pushes the wand harder against your clit, moaning against your ear.
You're dripping with arousal, and your hips buck recklessly.
"Poor baby, is this too much for you?" He coos, removing the vibrator from your clit.
Gasping in relief, you're panting and clawing at the headboard. Bucky chuckles before placing it back on clit full force. A whine gets stuck in the back of the throat, and you're pleading with him to
"It's cute that you think you're getting off that easy. You broke the rules; you're not cumming tonight, kitten." Your eyes shoot open, and a pathetic yelp escapes your lips.
"No- M'sorry! Please, daddy!" You cry.
Bucky's ruthless with his punishments- and you loved every second of it, no matter how much you pleaded with him. The way his eyes turned dark and the rasp in his voice got thicker- it was enough for you to cum.
The punishment that was particularly brutal was when he didn't allow you to cum. He knew how hard it was for you to hold back your orgasms. You'd grip the bedsheets or claw at his back and you'd cry out his name so loud your voice would be horse next day- but he wouldn't allow you to follow it through. Bucky would slowly build you up and tear you down in seconds.
Much like tonight, you really messed up.
Playing with yourself in front of him, with the very vibrator he was edging you with, while he was on a work call really did you in.
Walking into the bedroom completely naked and laid on the bed sprawled out wide. Bucky's jaw clenched, and the smile disappeared from his lips. You slowly warmed yourself up- teasing your nipples, rubbing your inner thighs, till you pulled the vibrator out from behind your back.
The low hum almost made Bucky fake an emergency just to leave the call. He barely paid attention to the other line as he stared directly at your pussy. The vibrator glided over your clit causing you to throw your head back and cover your mouth to muffle your sounds.
The second the line disconnected, Bucky threw the toy somewhere on the bed and kept this knee between your thighs.
You knew you screwed up- bad.
"It's too late for that, kitten." Bucky watched as a moan got caught in your throat.
He saw your thighs shake, and the thoughts leave your brain. You were so close- too close. He removes the toy instantly, and tears of frustration threatened the corners of your eyes.
With one last attempt, you sneak your hand down your stomach.
"Get your hand away from your fucking cunt. I'm not gonna ask you again." Bucky grits his teeth, spanking your swollen clit.
"You can't seem to learn, can you? nothing inside that dumb baby brain, huh?" Gasping at fullness from his cock entering inside your throbbing cunt, Bucky grunts into your ear.
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Polar Opposite
Sebastian Stan x Actress!Reader
Summary: You and Sebastian had lead roles in a pretty depressing film, and so you made it your goal to be as obnoxious and childish every other moment you had the opportunity. Also, it just so happened that Seb has casually mentioned he had a crush on you before you started working, so you both milk it every chance you get.
Word Count: 1k+
Warnings: Crackfic, fluff, bickering like children, being annoying, banter, typos, etc.
A/N: The crackfic mentioned in the request is in my masterlist, if you are interested to read it. I swear if I end up in another hole because of this T_T
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Exhibit 1: casual interview moment
"Well you know," I start my answer to the question we were asked. I keep my gaze on our interviewer as I lean back on my chair and clasp my hands together, "I think for me, when I was getting into filming the more graphic scenes, it was just really important to immerse myself enough to make it believable, but also I made sure not to let myself fall in too deep in scenes where it gets too heavy."
I turn to Seb, "he's delved into war films before, so he might have a different answer."
Sebastian to my right, suddenly whips his head to me, "wait, what?"
I turn to him, placing my hands on my lap, "you've done a war film before."
"I have?" he scrunches his brows, causing annoyance to rise up my neck.
"Why are you being so annoying so early on in the interview?" I blurt back.
Sebastian breaks into a airy chuckle, "I'm not!" he raises his hands up, "I was just asking!" He snorts, adjusting his jacket, "I just didn't know you were so," Sebastian turns away from me to the interviewer, and shrugs, "obsessed with me."
I immediately straighten up and scoff out breathy chuckles, "Ho, ho, ho! He's saying this," I start, throwing my thumb to my right side, "as if he didn't turn red while he talked about me during that-- what," I place a hand by my ear, "that's right, 2019 red carpet interview. You know the one!"
I snap a look at him.
He had his head thrown back in laughter, hands on his face.
I break into my own sardonic chuckles, demanding satisfaction, "you know the one! You know the one! Pull up the receipts right now. Pull up the video where he sees me and turns red!"
At this point, Sebastian is pretty red now too, even after his attempts to literally wipe it off his face.
I pull my upper lip up, "don't test me, boy. I know I'm hot."
"Damn straight," he responds.
I break into a chuckle, "damn straight."
Exhibit 2: prank attempt #1
"This is a really bad idea," Sebastian tells the cameraman as he holds a plate, practically overflowing with whipped cream.
He sighs and wipes his lips down to his chin with his free hand, "like you don't even know how bad this idea is. That girl has spidey senses and can tell I'm doing some [censored] a mile away."
Sebastian sighs again then turns to the ceiling, muttering some sort of prayer under his breath. He walks in on set and slowly makes his way to his victim.
Everyone was in on it, so it should have been easy, especially since the prank was masked in a casual interview with a fake reporter.
Except-
"Don't you dare," I say loudly, not even turning away from interviewer when I said it.
Sebastian scrambles from behind, in a failed attempt to try and hide. The jig was up though. Though Sebastian himself was quick, the cameraman was not quick enough.
I storm over to the camera man and release chuckles of disbelief, "I knew it!" I chuckle, pointing to the camera accusingly, "I knew it the moment Ronald pulled me aside for such a random interview without you that something was up."
The entire crew at this point broke into laughter.
Sebastian makes a face at the camera before revealing himself and his plate of whipped cream.
"You scheming rat?!" I burst out, making everyone around me burst out in laughter with me.
Sebastian brings a hand to his chest, "it wasn't me! It was advertising! I was a pawn in this elaborate game of chess!"
"You look like you are clearly enjoying yourself though," I chide, placing my hands on my hips.
Sebastian stutters out, still holding the plate with one of his hands, "I-I hated every moment."
I roll my eyes, "well, have at it then and be done with it."
"Oh, I couldn't possibly-" but he quickly cut himself off by pressing the plate of whipped cream all over my face. I was too stunned to do anything and I was too caught up in the chorus of laughter from the crew, Sebastian, and my own, to react in any form of contempt.
Sebastian cheers, raising a fist as he pulls me into an embrace, licking the side of my face.
I let out a shrill and surprised squeal because of it, promptly calling out his full name in anger.
"Gotta blast," were his last words to the camera before running away.
Exhibit 3: makeup tutorial <3
"Look at this," I sigh as I bring a mirror up to my face, "this is probably the worst thing you have ever produced in your entire life."
"Thank you," says Seb with a lopsided smirk.
I point to my face as I look dead into the camera, "look at my face. This is disappointing," I turn back to the man beside me, "your mom is going to watch this video and be fully and utterly disappointed by you."
Sebastian, still on theme with his smirk, shakes his head, "already is."
We both break into laughter. Sebastian's hearty chuckle is not halted by the slap of my hand to his chest, "Sebastian!"
"What?" he shrugs, "when you do it, it's funny, but when I get in on the self loathing, it's not?"
"It's because-" I choke out with a laugh, "you didn't even try."
"Baby girl," he starts of stern and serious, "this is the best try I have ever done," he finishes breaking into deep laughter, losing his breath as he examines the creation he's done on my face. It's joker-like lipstick, messy bright eyeshadow on the left, even messier dark shadow on the right. Eyeliner drawn out to make me look like a panda, along with unnecessary marks on my cheeks and forehead.
"No, it's not!" I exclaim, "no, it's not, you absolute liar."
"Nah, nah, I genuinely tried at first," Sebastian says as I put down the mirror in my hand, "but then I got the eyeliner wrong, and it just felt better to do!"
"That's why they gave us wipes and makeup remover, Seb!" I call in annoyance.
"I'm sorry," he says, raising his hands in defeat.
I hand him the mirror and gently move his face towards me to show him the makeup I did on his face, "now look at what I did."
"Oh wow," Sebastian says breaking into a smile. He puckers his lips out, "I totally get this pose now."
I, and everyone on set, break into a laugh.
Sebastian chuckles, catching his breath before he seriously asks, "is this is? This is it, isn't it. Am I a baddie? This is what a baddie is?"
He looks around the room, fully enjoying the reaction he elicited, though he didn't get a response as everyone was losing their breath laughing.
Exhibit 4: crushes never go away
"What's my favorite thing about her?" Sebastian repeats the question letting out a long breath.
"Easy there, Stan," I warn in an amused tone.
Completely ignoring this, he narrows his eyes and trails off, "gee golly... it's been a long time since I've confessed my love to her, and since then," he puffs out a breath as he shakes his head, "I've been... disillusioned."
I break into a high pitched, shocked laugh. It's so funny and unexpected that I don't even think of a witty comeback and simply allow myself to laugh out loud.
Sebastian is pleased by my reaction and corrects himself, "no, but seriously. You know," he straightens up as he turns to the interviewer, "what I knew about her then was just a tidbit, a tiny speck of knowledge, but now that I've," he turns to me and takes a moment before continuing.
Having calmed down and caught my breath and I nod, encouraging him to continue, "now that you've breathed the same air I have."
He chuckles, pointing to me, "yeah that," he starts, breaking into another chuckle before continuing, "she's..." he lets out a breath and shakes his head, "she's honestly such a great gal, a great actor, amazing work ethic, amazing personality. 10/10," he ends with his signature stoic and casual look.
"AWWWwwwwwww," I burst out, placing my hands over my chest, "Sebas!!! I was so not expecting that!"
"Yeah, well, there you go."
Conclusion: the red carpet footage
"Celebrity crush," Sebastian repeats, the question. He looks absolutely dashing on this red carpert, bow tie, slicked back hair and all.
"Well, you know, there's this film I've been rewatching recently," he starts, mentioning the movie name, and the main actress casually.
The interviewer gasps at this, "really?"
"Yeah, she's great. She seems like a lovely person."
"Do you actually think so, or are you just saying that because she's walking by?"
Sebastian, as if the light had been drained from his eyes, blurts out, "she's walking by?"
He quickly whips his head back just as I was passing by right behind him. Because of this, he and I catch each other's gaze.
I offer him a smile and wave. I break into a chorus of thank yous when he says that he loves my work.
"Holy [censored]," Sebastian breaks into a laugh, cupping his face as it naturally burns bright after the encounter.
"Oh my gosh, look at him," the interview coos, breaking into a laugh. She fans Sebastian, allowing him to graciously take a moment for himself, "so? How are we feeling?"
"I swear to god, I had absolutely no idea she was even here," Sebastian chuckles out bashfully, still recovering from the encounter. He then lets out a breath and pulls on the collar of his shirt, "it's getting a little hot in here, don't you think?"
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bubblessunshinehoney · 9 months
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Not me droolliiinnnnnggggg 🫠🤤
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cevansbrat0007 · 1 year
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His Savior
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Summary: Do you have what it takes to save a wounded man's soul? Bucky Barnes sure seems to think so. And he doesn't much care if you're willing or not. Bucky Barnes x Black Reader, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson
Warnings: Smut, DubCon, Cock Warming, Prisoner Reader, Kidnapping (referenced), Drugging (mentioned), Light Stockholm Syndrome, Manhandling, Cursing, Potential Future Stucky (if you squint), Minors DNI
A/N: This is a dark fic unrelated to anything I have previously written, so please heed the above warnings. Likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated. Let me know what you think.
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You’d been sitting like this for the better part of an hour. 
“Please, sir…” You sob as your hands grip the table in front of you. “Can-can I please move?” 
Having only recently returned from a mission, he’d sought you out the moment he’d arrived back at the hidden compound. And now you were perched on his lap, while his thick, hard cock remained nestled deep inside you. Keeping him warm.
“No.” Bucky growls before slicing off another piece of apple. Using his knife, he holds it to your lips. You shiver at the gleam of the blade when it catches a hint of sunlight, sending memories flooding back. 
Reminding you of a time when you used to be free. 
“Not hungry, moya dorogoy?” My darling. Your captor purrs as he traces the seam of your lips with the chunk of fruit, even as you shake your head no. “You need to eat. You’ve lost weight since I’ve last seen you.” You can't help the way your pulse thrums whenever he speaks to you in Russian.
Knowing that it will make him happy, you reluctantly accept his offering. You take your time as you chew, keenly aware that your every move is being watched. 
Studied. 
Committed to memory. 
You were slowly learning that this man possessed a number of dark and twisted fantasies. All of which seemed to revolve around you. Starting with the one that had initially led him to abduct you in the first place. 
Your eyes flutter closed as you recall the first time you’d seen him. It was almost as if you’d been drawn in by the beautifully broken man. The pain in his battle-hardened eyes, the hurt…it had called to you the day he had walked into your shop. 
You’d wanted to help him, fix him. 
At the time he'd been quiet, only concerned with making his purchase and leaving. And then he’d returned days later to steal you away in the middle of the night. Simply plucked you from your bed without uttering a single word. And then you'd awoken from a drugged sleep in a bedroom that you did not recognize.
Of course you’d put up a fight at first, holding out hope that someone - anyone - would come for you. 
But you’d been wrong. 
After all, he was Bucky Barnes, the newly reformed Winter Soldier. He was one of the so-called good guys now. A force for peace, a soldier for justice. And Captain America’s right-hand man. 
You should’ve known better. 
You should’ve known it was over when Sam Wilson, the one they called Falcon, had come to see you one day. His handsome face had been a mask of sympathy as he stood in your doorway, holding the keys to your gilded cage.   
He’d actually apologized for all of it. For everything. Including his role in helping cover up your captor’s tracks, along with virtually erasing your entire existence. 
But no, Sam wouldn’t help you. He couldn’t.
Not after he’d seen for himself just how your very presence had calmed the wounded veteran that he now called a friend. 
He’d made it clear that you were here to stay. For good. 
And what’s worse? Steve Rogers, Captain America, the leader of the Avengers, had signed off on all of it. Together, the three of them had vowed to never speak of the incident again. You belonged to the Winter Soldier now, to use as he wished. 
And he would never let you go.
“Where do you go?” Your keeper rasps as his soft, warm lips glide their way up the column of your throat. “Where do you go when you leave me?”
“Home.” You grit out, which earns you a dark chuckle. "I go home."
A whimper escapes you when he finally gives in and moves his hips just a fraction. Just enough to send sparks of pleasure shooting through you. Bucky smiles against your skin as he feels your walls contract around him. Your weeping pussy threatening to make an even bigger mess on his thickly muscled thighs.
And you hate yourself for it.
“Your place is here, with me.” Bucky thrusts again, enjoying the sound of your soft, sweet cries. He loves watching the way your traitorous body betrays you. He lives for how pliable and willing you become when he takes you into his arms night after night. “I’m your home now.”
A quiet groan rumbles past his throat as your greedy core milks him, seemingly of its own volition. “There we go, moya khoroshaya devochka. My good girl.”
You shouldn’t fucking want this.
You bite down hard on your lip, determined not to let him see you cry. But it’s all quickly becoming too much.
“You taste so good.” Bucky laps at a stray tear that makes its way down your cheek. “Your submission, your acceptance. You were meant for me.” He grunts as he slowly increases his pace. “You feel how your body welcomes mine?” His cool metal fingers dip between your soaked folds, reveling in your wetness. 
“No!” You hiss as you go limp, your head falling back to rest itself on his powerful shoulder. “I don-don’t want this!”
“You’re lying.” He growls, his mouth hovering just above your ear. “Even now your body betrays you. Look.” Bucky holds up two glistening digits. “I said look!” He commands again, his tone sharp.
“Mmphm!” You whine as he thrusts them into your mouth, nearly choking you. Meanwhile, his hips continue to piston in and out of you with ever growing force. So much so that you’re now bouncing on his lap.
The intimate sounds of your flesh colliding create a beautifully vulgar melody, filling the empty hall.
“That’s right, milaya devushka. Sweet girl.” His sharp teeth nip at your jaw as he masterfully owns your body. “Take me. Use me.”
He was giving you permission. Permission to use him the way he so often used you. For pleasure. For warmth. For comfort.
“Ah, fuck!” You mewl around him as you finally allow your primal self to take control. Driven by an indescribable need, you begin to move with him, your hips bucking and writhing as you give him what he wants. 
One day, you knew, he would succeed in taking everything from you. He’d already managed to strip you of your free will and self-respect. What more was left?
“Yes! That’s it.” Bucky rasps, his voice deep and rough as your greedy cunt continues to work him up and down. “Fucking perfect.” He finally removes his fingers from your mouth so that he can wrap his vibranium arm around your waist. He lifts you then so that he can bend you over the table. His pulsating cock momentarily slips from your heat, the brief loss of contact leaving you feeling cold and bereft.
You ached for him. And you positively despised yourself for it.
A high-pitched cry, yours, fills the air as he viciously shoves into you once more. “Oh, God! Bucky!” You rise on your toes as he bottoms out inside of you, his impressive member stretching your sensitive tissues as he finds a brutal, unrelenting rhythm. He was almost always like this when he fucked you. Claimed you. 
You knew you would continue to feel him long after he was through.
Bucky lets out a roar as continues making use of your body, the heavy weight of his balls slapping against your poor, overworked pussy. His grip on your hips tightens, his fingers digging into your soft flesh, ensuring you would be left with bruises tomorrow. 
His version of a brand. 
Your desperate hands claw at the wood beneath you as the pleasure continues to build, the sheer power of it threatening to consume you. Because, although you were loath to admit it, you were beginning to crave his touch. 
Deep down, there was a part of you that desired his dominion over you. You fought it, yes. And you would continue to fight. But one day soon, you knew. You just knew.
That this man, James “Bucky Barnes, would soon become the keeper of your very soul.  
And there wasn’t a fucking thing you could do about it.
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Sam watches his friend and teammate fuck you mercilessly from his place located just outside the door.
“This is wrong, Steve.” He whispers, unable to look away as Bucky tears at your blouse, exposing your breasts. “We should stop this, stop him.”
“You know it’s too late for that.” The other man replies, stroking a hand over his bearded jaw. 
“It’s not.” The former military man growls back. “We can find another way to help him. We can -”
“We tried it your way, Sam. It didn’t work.” Steve responds, clapping his friend on the shoulder. “For whatever reason, she keeps him sane.” 
“Steve.” He tries one more time, closing his eyes as the sound of your frenzied cries grow louder, echoing throughout the compound. “Please.”
“She stays. That’s an order, soldier.” He’d do anything for his best friend. Even if it meant damning his soul in the process. 
Shaking his head, Steve turns on his booted heel and strides away. Only pausing to adjust his aching dick once he’s convinced he’s out of sight. 
And maybe, just maybe, if you somehow managed to save Bucky…
Then perhaps you just might be his Savior too. 
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steeph-aniie · 4 months
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random-imaginess · 3 months
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In a writing mood but also super tired so we'll see how this process goes. If you have any requests, please feel free to send them in!! I will try and post some of the ones that I've been working on in the mean time! My current muses are (BUT THESE ARE NOT LIMITED TO WHO I WILL WRITE FOR. If there's someone you want that isn't listed, add them in!) : Sebastian Stan Eli Goldsworthy Kit Connor Tom Hiddleston Daryl Dixon
If you want to add any prompts to it you absolutely can. I will also link some old prompt lists that I have and you can take a look at those and see if any tickle your fancy. I've kind of been in the mood for some angst but it's also officially winter so if you want some cute fluffy stuff I may be in the mood for that as well! But as always, anything is open!! Just specify which prompt list it's from and which number!
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The “best friends older brother vibes” are awesome 🥵🔥🤤 maybe u stayed for a sleepover and u hear some noise from his bedroom and you can’t see what he’s doing so u open the door but it makes noise and he tells u he can show u what he’s doing 😅🥵
Thank u for gifting us all your stories! You’re so talented!🥰🌟
hey honey! thank you so much! I hope you like it!
summary - you are staying over at your best friend's house and unable to fall asleep, you stumble across her older brother doing something.
warning - smut, masturbating, voyeurism, swearing, innocence kink, slight oral sex.
18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips
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You were confused. You had agreed to a sleepover at your best friend’s house. You were excited when she asked and missed her so much while she was away. Right now, she was fast asleep, and you were struggling to fall asleep, so you decided to get up and get something to drink. But while walking down the hallway, you heard strange noises coming from her older brother’s room. You’d never admit that you found the older man attractive. He had always made you feel funny and tingly between your thighs, and you were confused about why.
You begin to make your way to his room, curious to see if he is okay. His door is closed, which makes your brows furrow, wondering how you are supposed to check on him. The noises seem to get louder and louder, more strained. You reach forward and grasp the door handle, turning it and peeking through. Your eyes fall onto Sebastian and widen as his pretty blues connect with yours. Sebastian grunts, “What are you doing opening my door without permission, Angel?” 
You bite your lip, chewing nervously on your bottom lip as your cheeks become red from embarrassment. “I–I thought you were hurt or something… Heard some funny noises….” You rock on your heels, clasping your hands together as you bow your head, feeling stupid for opening the door. 
“Aww, you were worried about me, Angel? That’s so cute. Why don’t you come in and close the door behind you. I’ll show you what I’m doing.” You look up with wide eyes, and a smile blooms as you follow his orders and skip over to him happily. Standing beside his bed, you look down at him. Sebastian’s eyes move down your body slowly, feeling your cock twitch at what little clothes you are wearing. “Angel, why are you walking around wearing that? You’re giving a guy dirty thoughts.” You look down at him confused, plumped lips pouted, and brows furrowed. Sebastian groans, noticing the look on your face. “Shit, are you really that innocent?” 
“What do you mean? I–I’m not….” You whimper, wondering what he means by everything, not understanding a word he’s saying.
Sebastian grins, patting the bed. “Sit down, Angel. I’ll happily show you what I was doing.” You sit and smile happily, following his movements, and let out a gasp as he pulls the blanket away to reveal his cock, long, thick and veiny. Slick with lube and pre-cum, red and throbbing with how horny he is. A whimper escapes you as you stare wide-eyed, licking your suddenly dry lips. “You like what you see, Angel? This is my cock, and I’m so fucking hard. I’ve been thinking about you for so fucking long now. You wanna see me touch myself?” You nod, feeling your mouth water at the thought of this large, handsome man touching himself to the idea of you. Sebastian pants, wrapping his massive hand around his thick member and squeezing it as his eyes stay connected with yours. A soft whimper leaves his lips as he begins to stroke. “Fuck, Angel. Do you see what you do to me?” His head tilts back as his movements become faster, squeezing harder. His other hand moves down and massages his balls, tugging at the heavy sacks as he whimpers and moans. “F–fuck, Angel… Feels so good. I’m so hard for you, fuck.” 
You whine, squeezing your legs together as you watch him destroy himself, your knickers becoming damp from the slick between your thighs. Your mouth falls open, eyes glued to his throbbing cock, and you begin to rock into the bed, feeling the tingles come back. “D–does it really feel that good?” His eyes move to you, with a brow raised.
“Have you never touched yourself, Angel? Never felt so good that you were in bliss?” You shake your head, and the confession causes Sebastian to groan, eyes rolling to the back of his head. “Jesus, Angel! That’s so fucking hot.” He whimpers, stroking faster, feeling his end approaching rapidly, his balls tightening, and his cock twitching. His thumb swipes across his tip, collecting his pre-cum from the slit, rubbing and stroking. “Oh, Angel! I’m going to cum!” He grunts, biting his bottom lip as he looks up at you, eyes half-lidded and full of lust. “You wanna taste my special cream? Make me happy, Angel?” 
You nod, eyes wide and full of wonder, staring into his eyes. “Yes, please! Please let me have a taste!” You beg and plead, practically whimpering, your brows furrowing with worry that he won’t let you.
Sebastian groans, nodding as he grabs the back of your neck and guides you down toward his throbbing member. “Go on, Angel. Wrap your pretty lips around my tip and suck until your mouth fills with my cream.” You nod and timidly open your mouth, wrapping your lips around the large mushroom tip and beginning to suck softly. Sebastian’s hips jerk, pushing his cock deeper into your mouth as a strained moan escapes him, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. “Fuck! Angel, your mouth feels like fucking heaven!” His hand rests on the back of your head as you continue to suck his tip, his other hand stroking his thick base, feeling close to cumming from the feel of your lips around him. “Are you sure you’re so innocent? You suck cock like a pro!” His eyes glaze over as he watches you suck on him, feeling his mind become numb as his hips jerk up, his toes curl, and thick, white spurts of cum shoot out of his tip and deep into your throat.
You whimper, choking a bit as you swallow large amounts of his special cream, lapping at his tip to clean him up before you pull away and sit on your knees, looking at the older man with wide eyes. “Did I do good?” 
Sebastian huffs, sagging back into his bed as he looks at you through dazed eyes. He nods. “Yeah, Angel. You did amazing. Come here.” He gestures, opening his arms and smiling softly as you slowly crawl into them and curl into his sweaty form. Soft giggles escape you as you finally get to be close to the man you have a crush on.
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buckyseddie · 2 years
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pairings — bffd!bucky barnes x fem!reader
summary — in which, bucky finds out about her eating disorder, after she ends up at his house, crying and wet from the rain, and needing someone to talk to. 
word count — 2.1k.
warnings — age-gap, reader’s nineteen while bucky’s in his late thirties, use of pet-names [baby, doll, sweetheart], some angst, mentions of eating disorder, mentions of emotionally abusive / manipulative parents, soft!bucky, protective!bucky, reader’s friend being completely clueless and oblivious to what’s right in front of her, fluff, reader has serious family issues and is extremely sensitive and insecure, also small hints of the reader and bucky being sexually intimate.
notes — lol, my family keeps insulting me on my weight and how much i eat, so here’s something i’m kind of writing for myself. also, i’m getting diagnosed soon so that’s the only good thing right now. i know i’m not the only one struggling with an eating disorder and the whole part of it, so if anyone else needs comfort over their own eating disorder, i hope this helps! because wbk, bucky would comfort the shit out of us and support us for having ANY type of mental illness! also, another reason i’m writing this is because i never really see like sappy, soft dbf!bucky / bffd!bucky fics. anyways, enjoy!! gif and divider creds to owner!
p.s., feedback is very much encouraged and appreciated <3.
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HE COULDN’T BELIEVE HIS EYES.
“[y/n]?” his voice comes out raspy and gruff as he speaks, eyebrows furrowing together in both confusion and concern for the woman standing in front of him.
she shivers, the coldness of the rain finally hitting her. 
“i—i d—didn’t know wh—where else t—to g—go.” she stutters, teeth chattering as more tears cloud her eyes.
hearing the brokenness in her voice causes him to sigh, eyes immediately softening. 
“baby, you know you’re always allowed to come to me,” he states seriously, an edge of hesitance in his voice. “but... ”
she quickly becomes confused as he trails off.
but then, it clicks for her — why he’s so hesitant and distant towards her — when his daughter, and her best friend, suddenly walks over to the door, brows quickly knitting together in confusion.
“[y/n]? oh my god! you must be freezing!” she exclaims once she realizes it’s her friend at the door. 
“dad, seriously? don’t just leave her in the cold! c’mon in, [y/n/n].” she murmurs, after glaring at her confused and seemingly frozen-in-place father, before she reaches for her friend and pulls her inside and leads her to the living room. 
as she helps her friend to sit down on one of the couches, [y/f/n] hurries into the nearest bathroom to grab a towel.
after finally shutting the front door, bucky walks further into the house, catching [y/n]’s eyes.
he sighs, seeing the hurt and distant look in them.
although, even as short as the longing gazes that are being exchanged between the two are, just as he opens his mouth to say something — anything — [y/f/n] walks back into the room with a gigantic towel in her hands and races over to [y/n]’s shaking form.
[y/n] drops her gaze from bucky’s and turns to face her friend, already beginning to feel incredibly guilty for showing up at a time like this.
“here you go, hun,” [y/f/n] murmurs, wrapping the towel around [y/n], giving her friend a warm and gentle smile. 
“anyways, as much as i wish i could stay, i have to get going for my trip.” [y/f/n] says abruptly, glancing up at her brooding — as usual — father.
his eyes catch [y/n]’s surprised ones as they both seem to remember about the trip, just now — even though, [y/f/n] had been talking about it for weeks.
shaking himself out of his shocked daze, bucky nods. 
“right. well, have fun, honey.” he says gruffly as she goes to give him a brief hug.
“you know i will, dad. i mean, you know how i always end up making everything fun and carefree for everyone!” she exclaims in a joking tone of voice as she pulls away from her father. 
he rolls his eyes at his daughter’s joke as he watches her return to [y/n] deciding to give her a side hug.
“if you need to, stay here for awhile — at least, until the rain eases up. i don’t want you getting sick. and besides, i doubt my dad will let you out of his sight anyways.” she murmurs seriously, pulling away from her, before glancing back up at her father. 
“right, dad?”
there’s a look exchanged between bucky and [y/n] — one that [y/f/n] doesn’t notice — that says exactly what he replies with, “of course i won’t.” he murmurs in agreement.
there’s a protective tone in his voice that his daughter mistakes for fatherly instincts.
if only she knew that it isn’t that simple.
[y/n]’s cheeks flush red as bucky continues to watch her with worried and concerned eyes.
he only pulls his gaze away from hers to focus on telling his daughter to drive safe and shut the door behind her.
it’s quiet as bucky walks back into the living room, going to kneel in front of the young woman.
she has become somewhat warm, so she’s mostly fixated on fidgeting with her fingers.
bucky sighs, expecting this reaction as it’s always been hard for her to open up to him — or anyone, for that matter.
especially, because of their age difference — her parents drilled their manipulative ploys into her since she was just a child, making her be led to believe that all older adults would see her as childish or like she wasn’t enough.
thank god — when they first started dating — bucky showed her that he’d never treat her like that and made sure she knew that to him, she was more than enough for him. 
and of course, he also had to get her to understand that her parents’ ways of parenting and manipulations weren’t right and they were only ever taking advantage of her. 
now, that was the harder thing to get her to understand than convincing her that she wasn’t childish or unworthy of him — everyone wants to have a chance at having a relationship with their parents, [y/n] more than anyone else. 
“doll, why don’t you go shower for now?” he murmurs in a tone of gentleness that makes her heart flutter.
not sure of if she should speak or not, she simply nods as he leads her to his room.
when they walk through his bedroom to get to the master bathroom, he walks over to and digs through his dresser until he finds a pair of sweatpants and a old, long t-shirt for her to wear — since her only other clothes are drenched in cold-ass water from the rain — and hands them to her.
she wordlessly takes them and walks further into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her and beginning to strip out of her damp clothes, trying her best to ignore the ache in her gut that’s been there since she left her parent’s house. 
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THE MOMENT SHE PUTS ON bucky’s choice of rather baggy clothes, [y/n] thanks god for the fact of them not being tight and fitted — she wouldn’t be able to even think about wearing something that shows off her body.
especially, after the upsetting conversation she’d had with her parents earlier that day.
and although she knows bucky would never judge her for her body — he’s seen her body without anything on at all countless times — she still feels incredibly insecure about it. 
but, she shakes the negative thoughts out of her head as best as she can as she opens the bathroom door and makes her way through the gigantic house, hoping she won’t have to explain what happened with her parents. 
although, it’s sort of ironic; she showed up at his house, so that she could have someone to talk to, yet she doesn’t want to explain it, either.
walking further inside the house, she makes her way into the kitchen, noticing bucky cooking something on the stove.
but, she doesn’t think of food right away as she’s distracted by the fact that he’s dancing around the stove. 
it’s not until the smell of food hits her nostrils that she realizes.
and the thought of having to force herself to eat in front of him, acting as if nothing’s wrong — and lying to him — makes her falter.
hearing the shaky sigh that comes from behind him, bucky stops his previous dancing and turns to face her, quickly becoming even more worried about her than he was before. 
“sweetheart... w—what’s going on?” he asks her softly, stepping closer to her and abandoning the pan of rice on the stove for a mere second.
she shrugs, trying to act as if just the view of the food on the stove — or the thought of eating — doesn’t make her sick to her stomach. 
“n—nothing’s wrong, buck. i—i’m fine.” she mumbles, trying to keep her eyes trained on anything other than him, knowing that the second she looks into those beautiful blue eyes, she’ll spill anything and everything. 
he sighs. 
“baby, you know i hate it when you lie to me. i can’t help you if you don’t tell me the truth.” he murmurs seriously, a tinge of hurt evident in his voice, causing her to look back over to him.
and indeed, those ocean blue eyes makes her walls come crumbling down.
it’s hard to explain, but the gentleness and kindness in them always makes her feel safe — something she hasn’t felt in a long time.
“i—i don’t wanna lie. you know i trust you. it’s just... there’s so much that happened that i don’t even know where to start... ” she trails off, biting down onto her now trembling bottom lip.
stepping forward, he places his hands over each of her shoulders, before talking in a gentle tone of voice, “you don’t have to tell me if you’re not comfortable. but, i just wanna tell you that i’m here if you feel like talking more about it.” he murmurs, heart breaking over the scared look on his girlfriend’s face.
of course, he wants to know what’s going on, so that he can comfort her and make her feel better.
but, he doesn’t wanna push her either. so, he waits patiently for her to make a decision.
[y/n] watches him with teary eyes.
she makes her decision when she realizes how truly worried and concerned for her he is. 
taking in a deep breath, she nods.
as she moves to pull herself up onto the kitchen counter, fidgeting and trying to figure out where to start, he moves over to stove and turns it off, before giving her the space she needs. 
noticing this, she grabs his hands and holds them, needing the comfort. 
“um... so, the thing that happened, it has to do with a fight i had with my parents earlier today.” she mumbles shakily, becoming more vulnerable as she remembers the things her parents had said to her — those cruel and terrible words.
or the glares and ashamed looks on their faces... it makes her entire body shudder in shame.
with another shuddering breath, [y/n] starts with what has made her feel the most ashamed of. “w—we were eating dinner. or rather they were, and i was just sitting there,” a few tears cloud her eyes as she thinks about the guilt she’d felt when her parents pointed out she wasn’t eating and making them feel bad about their cooking. 
“eventually... they realized i wasn’t eating. and when they did, t—they yelled at me, saying that i had no reason to be asking for attention because i thought i had an eating disorder. but, that’s the thing... they know that i was diagnosed. and they still think it’s a phase!” she cries out, trying to hold in the temptation to just burst into tears.
with a sympathetic look in his eyes, bucky sighs and wipes away the wandering tears that lay under her eyes.
more tears build up as her eyes lock with his in complete heartache. 
“bucky, the words they said to me... they were so cruel. they commented on my weight and said no matter how many times i tried, i’d never have the body i wanted — that no one would want me. and you know what? they were right. i’m never going to be good enough!” 
after hearing those words leave her lips, a dark look takes over his face. all he begins to feel is anger.
but, it’s not directed at her. no, never her.
it’s towards her parents.
because... how could anyone say such hateful — and false — things to this girl?
this girl that he tried to stay away from because he thought it was wrong that she made him feel things he thought he’d never feel ever again, or how she made his heart beat so fast it could literally jump out of his chest? this girl who taught him that he could be good and was the most precious person in the world to him? this girl that he sees as an angel — his angel — someone who he could only ever see as so worthy and perfect for him?
he’s speechless as [y/n] can’t take anymore of it.
she finally bursts into tears and he doesn’t hesitate to let her fall into his embrace, her face hiding in his chest as her body shakes with breathless sobs. 
as she pulls away, he makes it a point to look her straight in the eyes and say, “i don’t care how many times they say that to you... they. are. wrong. do you hear me?” 
her eyes soften as she notices the strain in his voice and the tortured look in his eyes. 
“there is nothing wrong with you, okay? you’re perfect, doll. alright?” he tells her. 
she gulps dryly, throat completely sore from crying so much. 
“you promise?” she whispers, eyes building up with more tears again.
“always,” he murmurs seriously, gently cupping her jaw. “i will spend the rest of my life reminding you, alright?” 
she nods solemnly, sighing as she moves to hide in his embrace again.
at least, she’ll always have bucky.
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aya-fay · 1 year
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Author: Aya-Fay
Fandom: Captain America
Pairing: Mobster!Sebastian Stan x fem!Reader; platonic Chris Evans x fem!Reader
Summary:  Each of us has our own problems in lives and demons in souls. Some of us cope on our own, some of us need a little help from friends, and some of us go to a psychologist. Every problem has its own salvation, except for one – how to suppress the strongest desire to fuck your psychologist?
Warnings: smut; not protected sex. Sebastian is not really working as a psychologist. He has just taken over his Empire and needed a cover for some time. 
Status: In-progress
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Part I of this series may be found here: At gunpoint part I
Five years ago.
Dr. Stan's office was a long room, all the illumination of which consisted of two windows that overlooked the courtyard of the neighboring building, which blocked all the sun's rays, preventing them from entering the office even on the clearest days, leaving the doctor's office immersed in pleasant darkness. Opposite the front door was a small marble fireplace. It was flanked by a bookcase, made of solid black oak, with large panels, decorated with intricately carved mirrors, which occupied the entire space of the walls between the front door and the table. This magnificent bookcase contained a collection of rare and valuable books, luxuriously bound in red morocco, with coats of arms on covers and spines... A collection of German classics, Latin authors, and just a few scattered volumes of the most famous contemporary psychiatrists.
Opposite the bookcase, in the wall between the windows, rose a large bookcase for papers, also of carved black oak, and there were folders of red morocco with gold letters on it. That was the exact place where a plaster figurine, about half a meter high, depicting Jung stood on the highest shelf.
On the fireplace, adorned with a medium-sized mirror, were a brushed bronze alarm clock and two brown porcelain vases. The furniture of this dark and secluded room was completed by a large Voltaire armchair upholstered in natural leather, a massive writing desk, and four high-backed low chairs of black oak, upholstered in brown cloth with long silk fringe of the same color.
The whole office is immersed in twilight; long black shadows rise from dark corners to the ceiling; it seems that someone is hiding there and looking at a bright spot above a large table. Without thinking twice, Y/N climbed with her feet into a large leather chair and, pressing her chin to her knees, carefully studied the situation, trying neither breathe nor move.
Dr. Stan who entered the office had not yet noticed her, and therefore she had a chance to examine him better: the man looked to be no more than 35, styled short dark hair and dark eyes were intensely looking for something among the shelves with books. Unbeknownst to Y/N, Sebastian was aware of her presence as well as she was of his, the moment he entered the office. Everyone had their sins.
Smirking, Y/N turned away from the doctor and stared at the magazine, continuing to watch the motionless man from under her eyelashes.
“I always wanted to know if this work with nymphomaniacs too?” Sebastian asked in a low voice, suddenly being in front of the girl, leaning towards her. The tone was partly friendly and trusting, partly tempting. In general, the usual tone of a man interested in a woman. The only difference was that you came here to fight addiction, not surrender to it.
Y/N made an effort to pull herself out of her thoughts and understand what Dr. Stan was talking about.
“What the fuck did you just say to me?”
Sebastian nodded at the magazine in girl's hands, open on an unexpectedly revealing lingerie advertisement. All this time, immersed in her thoughts, she looked at the page, not realizing what was depicted there. And so now, having glanced over the page, she thought that she would not actually mind at all being in the place of the young model, who was tilted to the table, whose legs were spread to the side. The man in his thirties who was holding the model by her neck in place was strangely reminding her psychologist. Male model’s crouch was tightly pressed into female model’s back. The poses were a bit odd so it was probably heavily edited with Photoshop. The meaning of Sebastian's question still eluded her.
“Sir, I still don't really understand what you're talking about.” The girl mumbled noticing how man’s posture changed at the word Sir. Interesting reaction.
“You've been staring at this advertisement for almost five minutes. This indicates a certain interest. Name’s Sebastian” Sebastian smirked fully aware of his sudden non-professional interest in this girl. “Why do you think you are here?” He asked the girl finally sitting in front of her.
Y/N shrugged her shoulders and smiled. “Well, my friend considers me to be a pervert, because I am interested in…” She looked straight into man’s storming blue eyes liking her lips “older man. Daddy issues, you know. What even kind of disease is that? ”
Sebastian chuckled, clearly understanding that if her friend knew about his desires and interests she would sue him not gave her friend for him to cure.
“I think you're right, there is no such disease, and it's quite normal, unless you like old man with bald heads.” His response took her by surprise; apparently she was waiting for a completely different turn of events.
“Would you like some tea?” He asked watching her face closely. She definitely didn’t want to leave. He didn’t want for her to leave either.
She bit her lip derisively, stood up and put her elbows on the armrests of his chair, bending closer to the man, trapping him in her presence.
The man was clenching and unclenching his fists, and the jaws on his cheekbones were trembling, and she almost laughed in his face at how comical and stupid he looked trying to conceal his desire. Suddenly he roughly squeezed her hands, pulled her closer to him so that their noses almost touched. Y/N exhaled raggedly and ran her eyes over Sebastian’s face.
“Listen, if you were not my patient and we were not restricted by ethic I would fuck you right here on the table.” He whispered through gritted teeth.
She freed one of her hands, raised it to her face and playfully bit the tip of her finger, watching with pleasure how his beautiful face was distorted with poorly controlled lust.  “How is that a problem? Sir, I am no teenager anymore and I would definitely jump your bones with pleasure.”
Furrowing his eyebrows and staring at young girl incomprehensibly, Sebastian exhaled in confusion, abruptly moved away and dug his fingers into the dark strands, pulling them away from the roots. She raised her fist to her mouth and chuckled softly at his sight, wanting to prolong this moment when such man really looks absent-minded. The only thing she didn’t take into account was the complete silence which let Sebastian hear her laughter clearly. She has already sat on the table resting her hands on it.
“So you are not worried at all?” he asks briefly turning around to face Y/N, loosening his tie, and then taking it off completely. It was much easier to control and cure others than to get hold of his own demons and emotions. With each word she said to him he could feel how impulses run through the whole body, anger that started to peak its head due to her outright impudence finally turned into complete lust and he found himself wanting to fuck this girl in the dirtiest positions.
“I just give in to this game unlike you” she seductively smiles at him, but all her bravado and playfulness disappear instantly the moment she felt a hot hand closing on her neck, and a man's knee pushing her legs apart and a heavy body literally leaning on her now. Looking up, she sees how wildly Sebastian was looking at her and she quickly came to one right conclusion that it would be better for her to keep quiet now.
Swallowing thick saliva hard, she felt his free hand squeezing her waist, pulling her closer and the only thing she could feel is how her legs are trembling in excitement.
“What a fucking tease you are, Y/N,” Sebastian leans down to her and hisses in her face. The fingers on her neck squeeze harder and pull forward, so she automatically leans in to meet the embittered face. “Unbearable, arrogant, deliciously smelling and sexy beautiful tease.”
Normal, mentally stable person would choke on such vulgar words addressed to her and would definitely feel insulted, but Y/N was not such woman. She felt desire flared up inside her as her red underwear became godlessly wet, and she frantically tried to bring her thighs together, ignoring the fact that a man was standing between them.
She only has time to notice a predatory grin on a man’s face with a blurred gaze and before she could even squeak or process what was happening, Sebastian abruptly lowered her onto the table completely while she brought her legs together on his lower back.
“So you are indeed in my game. Did you close the door?” she hoarse with not her own voice when male fingers found their way to girl’s hips and furiously tore expensive nylon tights. She put her hands on his chest, trying to push the man a bit to see the answer to her question. He nodded unable to speak and squeezed her neck harder to shift the focus to himself.
Sebastian lifts up the hem of a light dress to the waist and quickly takes off her soaked underwear. She probably should have been ashamed of such a reaction of her body, but male fingers slide between the labia, and then burst into her body, instantly picking up a frantic pace.
“Did you really think that I would endure your arrogance in front of my nose?” His hoarse voice intoxicated and clouded her mind better than any expensive alcohol, and she rolled her eyes, enjoying it. “Rejoice, Y/N, because I have taken care of the confidentiality of our rendezvous, and I will fuck you properly so the only word would be left in that pretty head of yours. Sir.”
She could feel that she was beginning to choke on her own moans, which, due to the pressure on her throat, could not escape from her mouth, and she frantically tried to inhale at least some air into her lungs, but Sebastian, apparently, decided to ignore her need to breathe.
When his rough lips covered hers with a rough kiss, while his fingers continued forward movements from the inside, pushing the walls apart and pressing on the right points, she surrendered to his hot body. She slid her hips closer to the edge of the table and hooked her hands on the man's neck, responding to Sebastian's kiss with full passion.
Drowning in the animal lust that her psychologist gave her, she did not think about the consequences of their rash sex. Yes, she definitely wanted Sebastian it was pointless to deny, but now she was coming to the conclusion that she would prefer to have him in a more romantic setting, and not when he laid her out on the table the way he wanted himself, and his long aesthetic fingers were fucking her so well that, she was going to surrender to her Sir for a long time. She knew why she was here, but she could feel unknown prick of conscience that she was here by someone’s command.   
Breaking their kiss, he moved his hand from girl’s neck to chest and squeezed it hard, pulling out a loud moan from her swollen lips. Y/N threw hr head back and completely surrendered to the sensations of fullness when Sebastian added a third finger while pressing another one on her clitoris rubbing circles. She felt the blood running through the veins, and all the nerve endings and tension that had accumulated during the whole time that she had no sex gathered in one point.
Desperately whimpering, she begged Sebastian to speed up, although it seemed that it was no longer possible to move faster, and when she felt the first weak impulse of orgasm, the feeling of the man’s fingers in her abruptly stopped, leaving a painful emptiness.
In a hurry, she opened her eyes and saw how Sebastian was taking off his pants along with boxers, taking out his cock, pumping it. Putting his member to her entrance, he ran his fingers along the labia, collecting lubricant.
“Lustful little girl, now you will carefully watch right in my eyes the whole time as I will fuck you into this table and I do not advise you to look away or roll your eyes. You will not like the punishment.”   Sebastian whispered and entered her, starting to quickly knock her into the table.
Feelings of bliss went beyond her body and soul, and the sight of how a muscular body was driven deep into her, lifted Y/N somewhere higher than heaven, and his tense hand, which squeezed her neck, did not give her any doubt that the man, towering over me, finally took off the mask he was wearing outside of this room.
Biting her lip painfully and clutching the edge of the table with her nails, she inhaled and exhaled convulsively, because Sebastian was fucking her rough, forgetting about teasing all at once. She was swallowed in such unbridled pleasure, when it seemed that she was about to be torn apart by conflicting emotions, starting with a slight pain from the touch of the bodies, ending with a sweet bliss that ran through the veins like a current, with every push of the male body into her as she surrenders to his power.
With another rough push, a quiet moan escaped her lips as she felt how her body, with every movement of the member inside, went into the bliss, and the limbs trembled. She blinked rapidly as she felt the knot in her lower abdomen rip apart, and she moaned loudly, looking into Sebastian’s eyes., finally finding her bliss. He was close as his pace was quickly speeding up. For a moment she saw admiration and satisfaction flash in his eyes, but all this quickly disappeared behind a veil of lust and desire. The moment he threw his head back and growled loudly as he came, was probably one of the most beautiful signs in her life.
“Thank you, Sir” She said in mere whisper not fully knowing what exactly to say.
 “Such a good girl I got here.” He smiled, gently and quite unexpectedly stroking her cheek and swollen lips. "So obedient."
With a satisfied grunt, he quickly pulled on his trousers and fastened his belt under her studying gaze, picked up his shirt from the floor and, looking at Y/N with satisfied eyes, quickly buttoned it.
“Get up off the floor, Y/N, and put yourself in order,” he said, sinking into his chair, taking his eyes off her stunned face. “We'll meet soon. I’ll make sure of that.”
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nameless-ken · 2 years
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Could I request a part 3 for the Sebastian PR relationship?
Here it is! Hope you enjoy! thank you for the support <3
Sebastian Stan Imagine - Part 3
Request: Could you do something with Sebastian where he’s dating reader secretly and he ends up doing a PR relationship without telling her about it and she finds out online?
Part One
Part Two
warnings: all the angst
words: 1.2k
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Letting someone go doesn’t mean you stop caring and loving about them. Sometimes the reason for letting them go is because they can’t help but hurt you during this phase of their life. It’s important to understand that letting them go, without being resentful or petty, can help both of you find healing. 
Appreciate it for how it was. Appreciate the lessons that grew within you and the beauty you were able to feel. Appreciate the fact in all the ways, in all those memories, they will be yours forever. 
You haven’t spoken or seen Sebastian since you left him in LA a year ago. But he’s stayed with you, every single day. 
In the first few months, you tried to convince yourself that you don’t miss him anymore. You think you believe it but when you’re grabbing coffee from the shop down the block of your apartment or it’s 2 AM and you’re staring up at your ceiling, there’s this tiny ache in your heart that yearns for him. You can’t close your eyes because you’re torn between not being able to decide if his absence is more terrifying than the possibility that there will always be a part of you that misses him.
Those next months turned from sadness into anger. 
“I think I’m starting to hate him.” You say to your mother, leaning against her kitchen counter as she prepares dinner one night. 
“Hate is good.” she replies. “At least you're starting to see him for what he is. At least you’re starting to know what you deserve and not the little things that he’s been giving you for far too long. Honey, this is one of those times where hate is good.” She turns around and looks at you. 
“But don't spend too long hating him because that means he still has a hold on you. Indifference is where it should end. Indifference is better.”
You hate how much of him is still in your heart. You still get waves of sadness every time you think about the memories you’ve shared together. Your best friend is always the one to talk you out of those thoughts. 
“You’re never going to forget him. You’re always going to love the color of his eyes. You're going to try hard to find someone with the same contagious laugh. It’s what happens when your truly love someone. They become a part of you that you never truly get over. You’re going to have nights when all the regret and pain come rushing back. You’re going to miss him so much it hurts. But there’s one thing that will always remain true. You’re going to be okay.”
It’s been a year. You’ve been doing well these past few months. Not really thinking of Sebastian everyday like you used to. You’ve been on a few dates here and there but no luck yet. You’re okay with that. You have taken this time to focus on yourself. 
You went on a girls vacation and had the best time. You got a promotion at work. You launched one of the biggest campaigns of your career and it’s smashing the records for the company. You are spending more time with different hobbies, trying to figure out who you are and what brings you joy. 
You weren’t expecting your mindset to completely take a deep dive back to the feelings you thought you got rid of months ago, but when you exited your usual coffee shop, there he was. Holding the door open for you. 
“Hey.” Sebastian voices with a soft smile. He doesn’t look surprised to see you as you are to see him. 
“Hi.” You mumble, almost dropping your steaming coffee as you take steps further away from him. 
“It’s good to see you.” He continues, letting go of the door. 
“I’m actually super busy. Have to head back to work.” You turn to walk away but he stops you. 
“I heard about your big campaign. I wanted to reach out but wasn’t sure if you’d want to hear from me.” He steps closer to you. 
“Well, you chose correctly.” You move to walk away again until he gently grabs your arm. 
“Wait, please Y/N. Can we talk for a little bit?” You turn back around, fighting with your heart, telling you to stay and listen to what he has to say and fighting with your mind, that’s telling you to get the hell out of there! 
“I only have five minutes.” You flatly say and move over to a bench against one of the buildings. He follows you and leaves a spot between the two of you. 
“I really am sorry.” Sebastian speaks up over the awkward silence hanging in the air around you. 
“I don’t care for your apologies, Sebastian.” 
“I know, I just, I’m not doing that anymore. The PR thing. It ended.” 
“Okay.”
“Okay? That’s it?” 
“What else do you want me to say?” You turn to look over at him. 
“I don’t know, I just-” He whispers.
“I was hurt for a long time but I don’t care anymore. I saw how capable you were at giving someone the same love and attention that you used to give me but you chose her over me. You chose this PR relationship over me and I’ve never been able to understand why. Was it the money? The fame? Because if that’s it then you never were who I thought you were.” 
“I can’t go back and change any of it but I would in a heartbeat if I knew I’d lose you because of it.” 
“I’m not mad anymore. I don’t hate you.” You admit and hear him sigh heavily. 
“I can’t believe how wrong everything went.” He stares at you, biting his lip. 
“We did the best we could with what we had. We changed. It happens. Maybe we were meant for each other at that time in our lives. We did what we were supposed to.“
“So what, now we just forget?” 
“No,” You turn your body to face him. “It’s time for a new chapter of our lives to start.” 
“I don’t want to let you go. Not again.” You see wetness gathering in his eyes. 
“It’s the most difficult thing about letting someone go,” Your voice breaks as tears well up in your eyes too. “The way you feel about them never really dies. All you can do is wait and watch it fade away one day at a time.” You stand up from the bench, coffee in hand, not caring about the tears that have fallen on your cheeks. 
“I’m happy with the time we had, Sebastian. Just remember all those memories are yours forever and everything will be okay.” He stands up with you, wiping his eyes before pulling you into a hug. 
“I will cherish those memories for the rest of my life. I’m sorry for everything.” He stares into your eyes one last time before leaving you on the sidewalk that you’ve walked together many times before. 
You take a deep breath before turning the opposite way he went and start walking back to work. 
You finally believe yourself when you say, everything will be okay. 
This is the first step of the next chapter of your life.
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Thank you everyone for reading and the support on this short series! I am grateful to all of you!
My requests are always open for anything else! <3
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word count: 986 || warnings: fem!reader, mind control, implied murder/assassination attempt
Bucky’s grip on the silencer tightened with an unhinged force of strength he hadn’t ever known before. He could hear the metal plating cracking between his fingers, the pale whiteness of his knuckles a tell-tale sign of the turmoil churning in the caged confines of his conflicted mind. His sights were trained on a woman he couldn’t recognize through the haze of HYRDA’s erasure of his past life, the target he’d been assigned to eradicate; a woman with (h/c) hair carefully rolled into an updo at the nape of her bared neck. There was a delicate wave to the hair that framed her face, leftover from her overnight pin curls.
But there was something about the smell of the garden she was tending in the moonlight, the overwhelming aroma of golden gardenias and peace roses, something that burned in the back of his mind that HYDRA had yet to expel. 
Longing.
The static voice in his earpiece, though only a menacing whisper, could have been as loud as the bells suspended above a monastery. Louder than the phantom voices that echoed in his ears; louder than the soothing voice of a woman telling him that she loved him, that he was a good man, that he better promise to come back home to her after the bloodshed was over.
But it hadn’t ever ended for him, had it?
Not in the way the yellow telegram last spring must have led you to believe.
Rusted.
The shine of the blue moonglow on her hair was like the flash of a searchlight grazing over the sea in a storm, calling out to ships made victim by the violent waves. Something in this woman’s countenance, the way she moved and carried herself, the way her delicate hands inspected the damp petals of the flora, the sound of a warm hum that leaped from her lungs to the tune of a big band number he hadn’t heard in more than a year’s time. . . 
The shape of her fingers as they cradled the curved handle of that tin watering can, the oddity of her bare feet in the dewy grass. Something about her muddied knees and that pair of dungarees hugging her hips made him want to crush the weapon still poised in his now-trembling hand.
But who was she? Who was this searchlight, beyond who he knew as his current target? He knew he’d seen her before, there was too much that was familiar about her, too much that he was drawn to.
Furnace.
Bucky’s vision blurred over and he winced at the piercing pain in his head. The voices of his past were drowned out by the raging roar of a fire and the deafening blow of an explosion, the sound of his own screaming. Heat lapped at his neck and chest, invigorating the sweat in his pores beneath his unmarked uniform. He felt his forehead grow hot like a fever had suddenly washed over him, heavy and thick. 
Something white-hot began burning through his veins, straining the muscles in his neck and arms as he clenched his jaw through the pain. 
Oh. That was right. 
He’d seen her photograph in the file he’d been given.
That’s how he knew her.
Daybreak. Seventeen. 
Had the Winter Soldier ever even been seventeen? Had there ever been a time before now, before this moment, before the erasure of James Buchanan Barnes’ existence?
Had he ever felt daylight on his skin or basked in the warmth of a rising sun? 
He felt no golden warmth now, no voice of comfort, no hand to pull him back.
Benign. Nine. 
Two minds in one body, two destinies peeling the flesh from his soul. 
If he were really Bucky, the man whose memories trickled in the back of his mind like condensation in a melting pot, he wouldn’t be here. If he really wasn’t a HYDRA operative, his thoughts wouldn’t be so swarmed with torture and contracts like hornets in a hive.
He could feel the tight straps of his operating chair winding around his wrists as he steadied his aim on the curve of the wide steering wheel, as though he were back in the dungeon confines of his master’s laboratory. As though the heat of the blood in his mouth from biting his own cheek was merely the sensation common to an assassin and not a man fighting the impulses of someone else’s programming.
Homecoming. 
There had been a dance in school before the world had caught fire; before the concept of freedom had become a complete mockery of self-imposed will. She’d worn a red dress with a matching pair of slingback shoes. She had (e/c) eyes and sweetly crooked teeth. She’d been his first kiss, and at one point, before he’d been stripped of himself and left bare to the bone, he’d hoped she’d be his last. 
And in some sickly poetic misinterpretation, she had been.
One. 
The flames under his skin burned hotter, his hair growing damp with sweat. He sucked in a sharp breath, blinking in the fog of his mind and the faint taste of fading cotton candy on his tongue. 
But there was no memory of that now, no thought or word or softy hummed song that could bring him back. James Barnes was dead. He’d died falling from a train. Plummeted into a snow-capped ravine. Had he ever even lived in the first place?
The Winter Soldier didn’t know, nor did he recognize the silhouette of the woman standing in her garden with a stray cat winding between her legs. He’d never seen her before. 
But some part of him didn’t want this. Some part of his protocol hesitated with what semblance of free will he had left, slowing down the finger enclosing around the trigger. 
He didn’t want to see her die. He didn’t want to be the one to do it. 
Freight car.
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tags:  @tessaem @izbelross @sunnysidesidra​ 
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cevansbrat0007 · 11 months
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Would you ever consider doing a similar to the make me series with stucky and fem reader ? Like double daddies meaning double punishment. But also double rewards?
Hmm...that's an interesting idea. To be honest, I haven't written anything Stucky-related in a while. So, I'm not sure.
But I will definitely keep this idea in the back of my mind. I will admit that there is limited space up there right now, what with Ari Levinson and Andy Barber each trying to battle it out in my imagination.
Thanks for the ask! And if you have more ideas, always feel free to send them my way. You never know what might spark someone's imagination!
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