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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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buckyhoney · 2 years
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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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daddyy333 · 6 months
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“Te iubesc” | Sebastian Stan x y/n
if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it
word count: 0.7k
warnings: ?
summary: You do something completely unexpected at you and Sebastian’s wedding, and it makes him fall in love you even more
You were so perfect. It’s all he couldn’t think about. You had done so well, managing the stress of today and you were now standing in front of him looking like you just flew down here from heaven. You were standing in front of him, ready and willing to be with him for the rest of your lives, promising to love him through everything.
When it came time to say your vows, you seemed nervous. He caressed your hand as he watched you with the softest eyes, surely with heart shaped pupils too. You looked behind you at his mother and his brows furrowed a little.
She nodded and you took a deep breath. Never in a million years would he have thought you were about to speak your vows in Romanian. That you took the time to sit down with his mom and learn his first language so he understood just how much you wanted him for the rest of your life.
“Sebastian, you have no idea how hard it is to find the words to express just how much I love you. But I hope I did a good job, because all I want is for you to understand just how important you are to me. I love you with my whole heart, with a passion that can't be expressed in words, only in kisses, glances, and years of adventure by your side. I promise to be your honest, faithful, and loving wife for the rest of my days. I pledge to honor you, love you, and cherish you as my husband today and every day. Today I say, "I do" but to me that means, "I will." I will take your hand and stand by your side in the good and the bad. You are my every dream come true, and I can't wait for the reality we get to build together. You love me and complete me in ways I never knew possible. From this day forward, I promise to listen to you and learn from you, to support you and accept your support. I will celebrate your successes and mourn your losses as though they were my own. I will love you, my husband, and indulge in your love for me for all of the years of our lives. I choose you and promise to choose you as my husband every day we wake. I will love you in word and deed. I will laugh with you, cry with you, scream with you, grow with you, and craft with you. To be your partner in all of life's adventures is all I could hope for in the world. Loving what I know of you and trusting what I don't yet know, I give you my hand. I give you my love. I give you myself, the good, the bad, and the yet to come.”
Tears flooded down his face, and he just wanted to hold you in his arms for the rest of his life. “God, babe, why’d you do that” he said, laughing as he wiped away his tears. You giggled and he said “all I wanna do is kiss you now”
“Just a few more minutes” you said and he sniffled. You wiped away the never ending tears coming down his face and he sighed shakily. As he spoke his vows, you felt like you were falling in love all over again. You were so sure that this was right for you. You felt no anxiety, no fear, you knew Sebastian was the perfect man to spend the rest of your days with.
Saying “I do” that day was the easiest thing you’d ever done in your life.
“You may kiss the bride” the officiant said and Seb cupped your cheeks, pressing his forehead to yours. “Te iubesc, baby” he said and you sniffled. You took a deep breath and said “Te iubesc”
He kissed you softly, moving his arms down and hugging your waist tight against him, smiling through the kiss. Once you broke the kiss for air, his cheeks were so blushed you were almost concerned and he was grinning so so so hard.
“Can’t believe you made me cry like a baby in front of all our friends. Now everyone knows it wasn’t a trap and I actually love you” he joked and you giggled. You pecked his lips again and said “please, you couldn’t pretend you hated me even if you tried”
“I hate it when you’re right,” he said and sighed. You kissed his cheek and said “prepare to be miserable forever then, cause you're stuck with me and I’m always right” “there’s worse ways to live” he said and scooped you up, running down the aisle with you in his arms.
I just put the parts spoken in Romanian in bold because I don’t want to risk getting the wrong translation and it also makes it easier for you guys to read
Taglist: @kandis-mom @buggy14 @high-functioning-lokipath
As of now l'm writing for
Eddie Munson
Lo’ak
Neteyam
Sebastian Stan
Bucky Barnes
CW!Bucky Barnes
Chris Evans
Geralt of Rivia
Henry Cavill
Chris Sturniolo
So just comment the taglist you want to be added to and l'll add you :)
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buckyshusband0 · 2 years
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「 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬. 」
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Dark mob!Nick Fowler x Married Naive!Male Reader
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: +18, Angst, Fluff, Smut (DUB-CON?), murder, unprotected sex, obsessed Nick, depression, suicide attempt, kidnapping, blood & knife play, twisted sex, creampie, slapping, choking, major character death, breeding, praising, bondage (?), use of pet names (Darling & baby), orgasm control, mature/dark themes.  
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4.6k+ 
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Nick's goal was to execute the best target in order to claim himself as one of the most powerful mob bosses in the world. He happens to run into his target’s husband. Nick will do everything in his power to take what’s his and only his.
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: This is a DARK fic. Please DO NOT read if any of these warnings trigger you. I am not responsible for what you read online. This is my first time writing for Nick so, reblogs and comments are appreciated as they help my blog grow <3
₊˚ˑ༄ؘ  𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐒𝐈𝐓
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THE hardwood table in the Centre of the dark, contemporary office space was slammed with the sound of a fist with white-knuckled anger. The one and only was the owner of that angered red fist.
Nick Fowler — also known as the nation's most brutal mafia leader out there — was discussing with his men how Luciano De Garcia, a well-known threat, would be able to topple the six-foot insane man from his earned throne. He couldn’t sit back and let that happen. 
“Fuck, this piece of shit has to go!” A picture of the man with the flawlessly sculpted face came on the large black television as Nick seethed between his teeth. The other men in his office all nodded in agreement. Of course, they would have to agree with their boss.
What other choice did they have?
Luciano has been going at it for a while now. All of his plans to become the most powerful mob boss were actually working — and not to mention — but it made Nick seem like a weak leader. 
Selling drugs, Luciano traveled every nation, earning more money than anyone could have imagined. Nick wasn't overly concerned at first, but as he observed the growth of the "army" Luciano was building, he realized the matter required serious consideration.
After a moment of nothing but silence, Aaron — Nick’s best friend, but also right-hand man — decided to speak up. “We can send one of our assassins to find and kill that son of a bitch.” Aaron’s brows furrowed when Nick got up harshly from his black office chair. 
“No, I want to kill him myself.” 
Nick has seen Luciano progressively overtake his reign, and all he wants to do is track him down and watch as he grovels at his feet. Something in the blue-eyed man turned as he took pleasure in hearing his greatest enemy beg for his life — Something sinister. 
“Are you sure-” Aaron was cut off by his deceiving best friend who was now at the door, ready to leave the room. “I said what I said. Find him and keep an eye on him.” Nick glanced at the men in suits. 
Aaron was aware of his best friend's condition. He never sought guidance and insisted on handling tasks alone. He would naturally desire to complete this task alone given the fact that someone may potentially take away his power. Aaron's lips automatically closed.
“Yes, boss.” One of the men spoke up. He pursed his pink lips and left the room in a hurry — not looking back. His tall figure entered his mat black SUV as he left the expensive tall building. “I’m fucking coming for you, Luciano,” Nick muttered as he took off the curb. 
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Soft laughter bloomed through the cafe. 
You were currently talking to your co-worker about the wonderful day you and your husband — Luciano De Garcia — had yesterday. The cafe held warm colors with the soft, calming voices of others. 
It would be an understatement if you said you weren’t proud of where you are today. A loving husband, a self-owned successful cafe that made thousands come and go. The thoughts that were going through your head caused you to flutter a small smile onto your lips.
You’re happy. 
Above the entrance, the beautiful, golden bells' ringing drew you back to the present. When you saw your husband walking in an all-black suit, your tiny smile grew into a gigantic one. The man who is presently in front of you caused your bottom lip to fall between your teeth. His brown stormy eyes were glued shut to your small figure.
You took in the sight of the man who took the title to be your beloved husband. His sharp jaw lightly clenching — like it always does, his dark, curly brown hair freshly groomed and in all the best possible ways. There was always that one curl in front of his forehead. 
If possible, you could ramble for hours or perhaps days about how much you love your husband. You two gave one other a soft kiss in the cafe as Luciano's full lips came together with yours.
Your (e/c) eyes closed from the admiring touch. After a few moments of kissing, Luciano retreated back and gave you the pearly white smile that he would always deliver towards you. “Hi, baby. Just wanted to make sure we’re still on for our date?” He questioned. 
Nodding your head, you gave your six-foot husband the most innocent smile you could ever. A smirk grew onto the man’s face as he observed every part of your face. He loves you so much. 
As Luciano was about to lean in for another kiss, his black watch that was planted on his tattooed-covered wrist started to buzz. He furrowed his eyebrows, but then let out an exhausted sigh from seeing the message that made its appearance known on it. 
“I’m so sorry, baby. I have to go. I love you.” His tall figure looked down at you. “I love you too!” Your tone grew sheepishly by the second. Your eyes widen when you feel a rough — but also gentle — smack on your ass caused by your smirking husband. 
Leaving you all flustered, he slowly backed away from you before turning towards the antic-like door. He put his phone towards his ear and begin to speak in his hushed tone as he entered his black car. 
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Nick stepped out of his SUV — currently, in front of the cafe that was covered in nothing, but warm colors. Aaron had made a call to his best friend, notifying him where Luciano was last seen. 
Taking a deep breath in and out, he prepared himself to see Luciano De Garcia in the cafe, but as he stalked in, he was greeted with the smell of coffee and other civilians — in which who were not Luciano. As he looked over once again, his eyes landed on something. 
More like someone...
His dark blue eyes dilated from the sight of seeing the most beautiful boy he has ever seen. His broad chest tightened as his fingers went numb from the sensation the mafia boss has never felt before. He licked his parched lips as they became dry. 
He slowly marched his way broad figure towards you. When he finally made it in front of you, you gave the tall man a small smile before talking. “Hi! What can I get for you this fine day?” Your sweet smile caused butterflies to start bursting in Nick's stomach. He was so out of it that he had forgotten why he had come here in the first place.
‘Stay focused, Nick.’ The blue-eyed man thought to himself, but how could one stay focused when they have such an angel standing right in front of them? Nick couldn’t help himself but want to know more about your precious innocent soul that needed to belong to him. 
Soon as his dark, caged-away heart stood near your presence, he wanted — scratch that — needed to corrupt you your innocence. Your brows furrow as that man in front of you hasn’t talked in a while which made you feel a little nervous from his hard black stare. 
“Sir?” The voice that could keep Nick awake all night rang in his ears. Since he first saw you stand in that beautiful aura of yours, he realized he had been silent throughout the entire time.
He cleared his dry throat before speaking. “Can I get a coffee?” Your whole body tingled, and your spine shivered at the sound of his rich, deep voice. You offered him a little smile and a nod before preparing his coffee and handing it to the man who is observing you.
Nick pulled out his black card from his wallet before paying. “Thank you, darling.” Nick winked at you and made his way to the exit not before taking in your figure slowly once again. One thing he told himself was that you were going to be his. Whether you like it or not. 
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Nick’s thick fingers held his gun tightly. 
He now knew that you were his enemy's so-called husband. Would that make him stop desiring you more than anything? Hell no. He made a promise to himself that he would get you to be his under no circumstances as soon as his dark eyes landed on you.
Nick’s team had gathered info on where Luciano lived and when he would be in his most vulnerable state. No surprise, his most vulnerable state is being with you, in bed, cuddled asleep. Although Nick’s main focus is Luciano, he can’t help, but want to get you. 
Then an idea sparked in his brain. 
“Change of plans. Get Luciano’s husband also and bring him in the car with no wounds. If he ends up being hurt, it’s your heads on the plate. Understood?” Nick seethed out to them. 
The others nodded at his obnoxious best friend as Aaron sighed and did the same. Every single man quickly entered the home while making a lot of noise, then moved up to the bedroom where you and Luciano were sleeping. Both of you were startled by the sound of the guns clicking. Your body trembled in terror as though a clown had suddenly appeared in front of you. “Luciano?” Your voice was trembling as you questioned your husband, who had a revolver in his right hand and strained brows. He flashed you a quick smile to reassure you.
“Stay here, baby.” You nodded and watched as he walked out of the bedroom into the dark dimmed hallway. Then boom. The sound of your husband grunting, and coughing made you stand up on your two feet. “Luciano?” You whispered as the planks below you creaked. 
As you turned the corner of the hallway, retreating yourself towards the opening doorway of the kitchen, you heard a gun click behind you. Chills grew on your body as you slowly turned around. 
Body freezing as if it had been dropped into a bucket of icy water. The figure in all-black clothing was standing directly in front of you. He clutched a bag in his hand. Before you could say a single word, the sack enveloped your face and blackness engulfed your view. The air being sucked out of your body drowned out your screams.
You soon felt a needle poke into your skin. Your eyes widen from the loss of feeling in your muscles. Numbness took over your body — which made you not be able to fight back. “L-Luciano..” A sigh escaped your lips as you passed out. Darkness was all you saw.
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You’ve woken up from a deep slumber. 
Your (e/c) eyes opened and took in the dim room that you were currently in. Swallowing a growing lump down your throat, you looked around the room which barely had any furniture inside. 
As you took in the room, you noticed a figure was tied down to a wooden chair. That figure being your husband — Luciano. Panic consumed your veins as you tried to reach out for him, just for you to feel your hands being tied together. “Luciano!” A yell escaped your lips as you tried to wake your knocked-out husband. His head slowly began to rise from your voice. He looked towards you, and worry took over his face. “Baby, are you okay?” He asked as if he wasn’t tied down and beaten up badly. 
His hair was unkempt as if he had just been in a cat fight, and his face was covered in bruises. The bags beneath his eyes indicated that he had not slept a single night in his growing life. As you were about to speak, the sound of a door creaking open caught your attention. 
The sight of three men — all dressed in luxurious matt black suits — stalked into the room you were being held captive in. One of them looked oddly familiar, but you couldn’t put your finger on it. 
Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Luciano’s eyes go wide. “Don’t look so surprised, Mr. Garcia.” That voice... it sounded so familiar. “Nick,” Luciano seethed. “Let my husband and I go!” Shock consumed you from hearing the name. The same man who was kind to you at your job, fucking kidnapped you. ‘What the hell?’ 
“Afraid I can’t do that... See, you’re a huge threat to me. I can’t have you around if you keep up this little game you’re playing, but (y/n)?” He looked towards you and something in them changed. Love. “I want you to be mine.” The way he spoke his words sounded like an order. He took slow steps towards you and rubbed his thumb gently across your cheek. 
Your body shook under his cold touch. 
And with that, Nick reached to his waist and pulled out a gun from his belt. Fear struck you like lightning and when you looked toward Luciano, he accepted what was about to happen — death. 
He turned his head to you and gave you a small smile before saying his breathless words. “I love you, baby. Always remember that, okay?” Tears stung your eyes as Luciano looked Nick in his blue stormy eyes and muttered his last words. “Well played, Nick..” 
Then boom. 
Your husband's head was shot through by a bullet. The roaring blast from the weapon Nick was holding made your ears ring and felt as though they were going to fall off. With no sign of regret or emotion, Nick stared at his men as if he had not just killed the love of your life. “Take care of this mess.” He ordered and they all nodded. 
He walked slowly towards you and your body shivered with fear as tears covered your cheeks. “Shhh, don’t be afraid, darling. I’m here now.” Nick whispered to you with a small smile plastered on his lips as he gently put a needle into your neck. “You’re mine now...”
“Nick... please,” Your words came out in a quiet tone as you were drugged once again. You tried to fight the sleep off — worried about what would happen while you were in a deep slumber. But at last, your mind wandered off as blackness took over your lost vision. 
✰ -- --- --- -- ✰
It has been four long days since your stay. 
Ever since you were drugged, Nick has kept you in his mansion that is worth more than millions. He claimed it was to keep you “safe”, but you were just a prisoner. A prisoner without an escape. 
You let out an exhausted sigh as you had to get over the fact you were never leaving the cold-hearted Nick Fowler. Grabbing the towel that hung on the bar, you made your way to the bathroom that shared its spot in the bedroom, to take a warm bath to cool you off. 
You removed your clothing and slowly sank down into the warm water of the expensive tub when it filled with water. Your thoughts began to wander to memories of your deceased husband, which caused tears to well up in your eyes. As your head descended into the deep, clear water, your unthinking mind did not think anything.
‘Maybe it’ll be better if I’m just dead.’ 
Your head continued to be submerged as the shade of black gradually appeared in the corner of your eyes. You were hoping to see Luciano in the afterlife.   Your mother and father didn't love you when you were a child. They avoided you as if you were only a distant memory. That is, up until you met Luciano, your true love. He was by your side in both your happiest and your saddest moments. And now? And now he's gone...
As your body started to become weak, your thoughts brought you to a memory of Luciano telling you he is always there for you. Telling you to never give up under no circumstances. ‘I’m making a mistake.’ Your head reached the top of the water as you let out heavy breaths that were needed to take. 
You took deep breaths — trying to calm yourself down. You got out of the tub and wrapped a towel around your body. As you make your way into the bedroom once again, you hear the door open.
Nick fucking Fowler...
Your eyes lingered on every single step he took towards you. He let a smirk fall onto his lips from seeing your appearance. His finger went under your jaw as he made you look up at him with his blue eyes. “Don’t look at me like you hate me, darling.” He murmured. 
The blank stare of hatred never left your expression as he smiled down at you. How could someone be so heartless and kill someone, then pretend it never happened? “Darling, I want you.” Confusion took over your face. “You already have me, isn’t that what you wanted?” You scoffed. A chuckle escaped his lips from your words. 
“Not like that, darling... I want you.” He rasped out. Your eyes widen from knowing what he was talking about. You only had sex with one man — who is now dead no thanks to the man standing right in front of you. “N-Nick.. no.” You stuttered over your loss of words. 
“I’m not taking no for an answer,” he stated like it was obvious. “No means no, Nick. Please.” You begged him as his hands started to slowly roam around your waist and then your whole body. 
His dark eyes traveled your whole figure as if it was like the most precious thing in this dark, forsaken world. Which it was in his eyes. You held back the look of disgust as his broad, strong arms began to pick you up and lay you gently on the silk sheet-covered bed.  
“You’re so fucking beautiful...” Nick whispered as he leaned down and laid gentle small kisses on your neck. He could tell you were tense by the way your collarbone was bulging. “Lay down and relax, darling. Let me take care of you.” His kisses were leaving marks on your bare body. You tried to hold back an angelic moan, but the pleasure of the kisses Nick was causing made you feel something euphoric form in your stomach — Butterflies even.
He cupped your foot in his hand as he kissed your ankle, making his way up to your thighs. His eyes held hunger as he slowly removed the towel from your body. “Fuck...” Nick breathed out. 
His lustful eyes roamed around your aroused cock, and he took in every beauty mark that was placed perfectly on your body. “Nick.” You merely whispered. Nick’s gaze flew to your face and a slight smirk made its way to his face. “What is it, darling? I can’t hear you...” He rasped with his hot breath as his hands guided themselves to your throbbing cock. “Please...” You whimpered as you felt his thick thumb trace the tip of your cock smoothly. “Please what?” You took a moment before responding. “Please touch me.” 
Nick felt his cock twitch from your words. He stroked your cock in slow motions. Your eyes closed from the pleasure that coursed through your veins.  You knew this was wrong. But you couldn’t help yourself. Nick wrapped his warm, pink lips around your cock. 
A loud moan escaped your lips as your breathing went heavy. Chest rising up and down, your hands brushed through Nick’s soft hair to add more stimulation. His lips worked their magic as you felt yourself about to release. “Nick... I’m gonna cum!” You call out, but he pulls your throbbing cock out of his mouth. A whine escapes your lips from needing him to finish. 
Nick smiled at the idea that came to his mind as he picked up the pocket knife that was occupied in his pants. He let his pants and briefs fall to the floor as he gave his cock long strokes. 
Your eyes widen from the size of his cock — you never knew how big he could be. His eyes never left yours as he slowly guided himself into your tight hole. Tears prickle in your eyes from the overwhelming pain, but pleasure at the same time. His hands brought your wrist above your head as he held them tight in his palms. “Look at me, darling. Look at how I destroy you...” He kissed your shoulder.
His raspy voice sent chills down your spine as your eyes opened to look at him. Seeing him holding a knife sent a wave of panic in your body, but Nick held the cold metal against your chest. “Nick? W-What are you doing?” You trembled, but the mad man in front of you only smirked at his wicked idea that formed in his brain. 
“Just relax,” Nick ordered you. “The pleasure will take over the pain and you won’t feel a thing.” He tried reassuring you. Just then, his slow thrusts began to increase as his other hand wrapped around your throat. Your vision became hazy as Nick penetrated your hole. 
Sweat glimmered on your forehead as your back arched; your nails cut deep into Nick’s strong back — most likely drawing blood. A growl escaped his plump lips as he dragged the shiny metal against your chest gently. The cut was not deep enough to cause damage, but deep enough for blood to leak out. A moan escaped Nick’s lips from your touch. 
“You look so pretty like this. So pretty being marked up by me, darling.” Nick cooed as the sound and feeling of skin slapping against skin caused his lustful blue eyes to fall to the back of his head. 
You took your bottom lip between your teeth to hold back a pleasurable moan but felt a gentle slap against your face. “Don’t be so fucking quiet. Moan for me.” Nick increased his speed to make a moan escape your bloodied lip — which it did. “I wanna cum, Nick!” 
You begged and begged the man. 
“Cum with me, darling.” Nick let his compressed moan leave his lips as his cock released his orgasm deep inside of you. His cum covers your walls like a blank canvas being painted. Your orgasm soon rushes in and your cum shoots all over your abdomen. Body faltering from the euphoric feeling, your knees gave out as a result. 
Before cleaning you up with a black towel from the bathroom, Nick quickly pulled out and kissed your lips. You are then left lying down close to him. Despite the fact that your body is turned around, you are being held by his powerful arms. The same sorrow and guilt you felt for your deceased husband quickly surfaced again.
Having sex with Nick was quite amazing... Hell, who were you trying to fool? Having sex with Nick was the best thing you’ve ever experienced in your sex life. But your mind drifted to Luciano, your dead husband. How could you let this happen? Having sex with the man who killed the love of your life will never happen again. 
✰ -- --- --- -- ✰
Week after week has gone by. 
Except when he had a conference to attend, Nick has been the focus of every second, minute, and day. You were never out of his sight. You had to escape from the psychopath. But how? Up until now, you have had no idea how to get away. You had the perfect plan that may work.
Fake Stockholm syndrome. 
When the time comes, you’ll finally kill him and get your sweet, deserved revenge for your deceased husband. As you’re making a sandwich in the kitchen, you heard heavy footsteps that you knew who they belonged to coming behind you. Nick wrapped his broad arms around your waist and placed a small kiss on your lips. 
As you kissed him back — which made your stomach fill with disgust — his eyes widen from your reaction. He was not expecting you to kiss him back after everything. But boy did he love the feeling of you finally accepting his love for you as he made the kiss deeper. 
The taste of innocence. 
He finally pulls away from the kiss. Leaving your lungs to catch a breath. “I’m going to take a nap and I want you to join me, darling.” He urged you. You put on a fake smile and looked up at him. 
As that smile spread across your face, his blue eyes scanned it. Fucking hell, you did unspeakable things to him without you even knowing. He took hold of your hand and spun around, but you reached for a little knife on the counter before he could drag you along with him. Nick, who was now shirtless and appeared to be lost in his own world, was resting next to you in bed.
‘Now’s the time.’ You told yourself. You took a small breath before speaking. “Nick?” Your soft innocent voice caught Nick’s attention as he turned towards you with a smile planted on his perfectly sculpted face. “Yes, darling?” The man was so focused on your face that he didn’t even notice you taking the knife in your grasp. 
Then that smile faded. 
Nick felt a sharp pain cut through the thick skin of his abdomen. His eyes widen seeing the blood leave his body like water. He connected his eyes with yours as he looked at you with a hurt/betrayed expression. “D-Darling? Why?” His words came out as whispers. 
“Karma’s a bitch, isn’t it, Nick?” You scolded as you felt his body go limp and his eyes began to slowly shut. Just then, the door slams open, and what — more like who — you saw sent a wave of panic to your veins. Nick’s best friend... his right-hand fucking man.
His eyes searched the hallway before he quickly entered the room. “Don’t be afraid. I’m here to help you escape.” Shock took over you, but more of confusion. “Why?” “Because... Nick was holding you against your will. I’ve known him since childhood, and I know what he’s like. He needed to be dealt with.” Aaron confessed to you. “Now come on.” 
Your bloody hand let go of the knife as Aaron guided you towards the window. “It was nice knowing you, (y/n), but you’re finally free.” Aaron smiled at you and copied his action. “Thank you so much, Aaron.” You engulfed him in a hug before looking down the window and jumping out. Your hands made contact with the neat grass. 
You ran out of the gate that was covered with gold detail, making your way on the road away from the house. Never looking back once at the house that once belonged to the now deceased Nick Fowler, you could finally breathe again... live again. You were finally free. 
✰ -- --- --- -- ✰
Three complete years later. 
You walk into the bookstore and were greeted by the smell of iced coffee and warm bagels. A small smile made its way on your face after waving to the cashier you would always see. 
“There you are.” You spoke to yourself after finding the book you were on a journey for. Carrying the book with you to the cashier, you laid it gently on the counter as he begin to scan it. He announced the price to you and as you were about to pay, you heard a voice. 
A voice you thought you would never hear again. A voice that belonged to the man you killed cold-bloodedly. “I’ll pay for that, darling.” You swallowed a lump in your throat, praying you were imagining it. Slowly turning around, you were met with Nick Fowler. 
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Daunting Doctor’s Visit
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Summary: going to the doctor’s had never really been a fun idea to you, it wasn’t a good time. luckily Bucky’s happy to be your plus one when you have your yearly physical packed with everything you’ve been putting off for a while. 
Words: 3,112
Warnings: takes place a doctor’s office, mentions of blood work, pap smear, medications, birth control, other medical issue, inaccurate descriptions of medical procedures, inaccurate medical advice. 
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Your foot wouldn’t stop tapping, the rest of your body was still but your foot was moving fast. You had your bag over your arm and your jacket on, ready at the door and anxiously waiting. With the way your arms were crossed you could see your watch, counting the seconds until the following minute, doing the math to know how fast you needed to get there. 
“Sorry,” Bucky ran down the stairs, the entire old house creaked, “sorry, the fucking call went longer than expected, I really-” “Tell me in the car please,” you pointed at the shoes you had laid out for him to literally slip into, “we really have to go.” 
“I got you,” Bucky had his shoes on in no time, opening the door for you and linking his arm with yours, “we’re not going to be late, it’s alright.” 
The doctor's office wasn’t exactly paradise on Earth, there had never been a moment at the office where you were scarred to the extent that you swore never to come back; it just made you extremely uncomfortable. You were going for a yearly physical and also a pap smear, blood work, and a talk about your medications. Normally you’d wait until everything pilled up so you could make one trip and forget about it for the rest of the year. 
Bucky drove with one hand on the wheel and the other holding your hand on the center console, you had told Bucky early in your relationship about being on birth control and other meds to help with your mental health, and the moment you realized he was the one was when he started to pay and pick up your birth control for you. Never complained about it once and even made sure you took it, the same with the other meds. 
“We’re not going to be late,” he said at the red light, “nothing to worry about.” he looked over to see your head down, trying to focus on your breathing, “good deep breathes, babe, really good,” the hand that was holding yours was brought to his lips. 
“Can you hold my hand during the pap smear?” you whispered. 
“I can hold your hand the entire time if you want,” he squeezed your hand, “I don’t care if I’m sitting on the examination table with you or awkwardly reaching across the room, alright?” you nodded and the light turned green, Bucky kissed your hand again and drove forward. 
There had been times when you’d talk to your mom about being tired too often and she’d randomly spring it on the doctor, they’d ask to take blood and you couldn’t exactly say no even though you were not prepared for it in the slightest. When you were first put on birth control was not for sex at all, your dad was still livid at the idea of a high schooler taking a pill like that. 
You could feel the judgement of the other people in the room, everyone was looking at one another as they tried to figure out what was wrong with someone. There would be times when old people or children would openly stare at you, with no shame at all when you sat there on your own. Nothing was wrong with you, you either wanted to switch medication or needed to get a vaccine but it felt like people had other ideas about you. 
“What if they think we’re pregnant?” you asked as you sat in the parking lot, not ready to get out of the car yet. 
“So what?” Bucky faced you, having already unbuckled you and himself. 
“They’ll think I’m a slut for having a kid so early,” your hands rubbed together, “they’ll think we’re trying to get rid of it.” 
“Babe,” Bucky leaned forward and made you look at him, “you’ll never see these people again, I promise you that. And if you do?” a smile graced his lips, “they won’t recognize you, they’re not going to point you out at the grocery store at the girl who went to the doctors that one day in the summer, alright?” his hand cupped your cheek, “I know it’s scary, but I believe no one will pay any mind to you, I won’t let go of your hand,” his lips pressed against your temple, “I promise.” 
“Okay,” you whispered, “let’s go.” 
You sat in the waiting room after checking in, you had Bucky’s hand in your lap to trace and fiddle with. You’d clean out the small bits of dirt from under his nails, or gently run the pad of your thumb over his nail bed. Your eyes were heavily focused on his hand, the veins and his knuckles, there were so many things to trace and count you simply didn’t have the time. 
“Babe,” Bucky whispered, “they called you.” 
You stood and so did Bucky, following you to the back and into one of many rooms. The doctor quickly joined you, shaking Bucky’s hand. “I’m Dr. Reaya, a pleasure to meet you.” 
“You too,” Bucky smiled and sat with you on the table. 
“Okay, so,” she flipped through the pages, “how about we get the pap over and done with, how does that sound?” 
“Good,” you nodded and immediately picked up Bucky’s hand. 
“Are you nervous?” 
You didn’t respond, shutting your eyes tightly to prevent any tears from slipping through. Bucky never talked over you or for you, he was good about letting you have your voice. But he knew when to pipe in, “she’s nervous about everything.” 
“It’ll hurt more if you’re nervous,” she pulled the straps down for your feet, “if you could take your bottoms off and lay back on the table, placing your feet in the stirrups that would be appreciated.” she left after that, giving you both a moment. 
“Here,” he held out his hand after you took your bottoms off, he placed them on the chair he had brought up to the table before sitting on them. “You’re alright,” he whispered and helped you to get under the sheet. 
“May I come back in?” the Doctor asked, and Bucky answered for you. 
“Can I hold your hand?” you whispered as the Doctor and another nurse walked in, they were preparing for the examination and didn’t hear you. 
Bucky didn’t verbally answer, all he did was take your hand into his and brought it close to his chest. He was watching you tentatively, but he hid it well. 
“Alright,” the nurse began, talking you through everything, “you’re going to feel a slight cramp…” her voice trailed off, “please try not to stiffen,” her voice sounded as though her brows were pulled together and her tongue poked out of her lips. 
“Hey, look at me,” Bucky hushed, “remember how we first met?” he smiled, “at the party?”
“Yeah,” you grunted out. 
“Can you tell me?” 
Natasha had left you to hook up with a guy, you were proud of her. After that horrendous dumping by her Ex, you knew Steve would treat her right, maybe for more than a night. The only issue was that you were left alone at a party you weren’t invited to, these were Natasha’s friends and it was obvious. It was like you were invisible in the backyard where smoke and laughter filled the air. 
You stood off to the side with a classic red cup in your hand, slowly sipping it and looking around for someone to talk to, anyone really. These people were frat boys who didn’t make the cut, people who brought the high school to university to make sure they kept living their glory days for as long as possible. The girls acted like in every movie out there, the cheerleader who ran the squad, all yelling over one another to get someone’s attention. It was weird to see them all be so passive, preaching about feminism while pulling up old ugly photos of people they barely knew. Natasha wasn’t like that but somehow accepted it. 
“Are you dissecting them with your eyes?” two guys approached you, “I don’t think it’s any fun to stand and watch the party, there are guys trying to convince everyone to jump in their pool.” 
“I’m guessing you two want to hide from the awkward no?” you laughed as you took a sip of whatever was in your drink. 
“Precisely,” the other one spoke, he was handsome and quiet. Long brown hair sat perfectly in his face, enough to cover his features but not enough to have him shake his mane out so he could see better. 
“I’m Sam, this is James.” 
“Nice to meet you,” you reached out and shook their hands, “I’m waiting for my friend.” 
“Who?” Sam asked, shifting his weight and getting more comfortable in the conversation, it seemed he actually wanted to stay and talk. 
“Natasha,” the moment you said her name the two boy’s faces lit up, they looked at each other with the widest smiles; only to be described as boy smiles. 
Sam reached out and grabbed your shoulder, but only James noticed your slight flinch. “Is she with Steve?” 
“Yeah-”
“Yes!” Sam yelled, also causing you to flinch back. “He’s been going after your friend forever, changing how he walks to classes, stalking her Instagram, this entire party he’s been hyping himself up to talk to her.” 
You felt comfortable, “it was probably Natasha who made the first move.” 
“I also agree,” James laughed, “she seemed headstrong and my boy was-and still is-shit whipped for her,” they both started laughing. 
“I’m y/n by the way,” you smiled. 
James’ lips slightly parted, “sorry, completely forgot to ask, we’re so caught up in our friend's sex life recently it’s been getting in the way,” James quickly shot one eyebrow up, his hand was going to your shoulder to either playfully punching it or squeeze it to apologize but he caught himself, awkwardly moving the hair out of his eyes. 
“Nice to meet you,” Sam said after looking over his shoulder, “I’ll see you around, y/n.” 
“Likewise,” you smiled and waved, James didn’t leave. You just stared at him before sipping your drink, breaking and fixing your eye contact rapidly. “Sorry,” you whispered. 
“What are you sorry about?” James smiled, he wasn’t holding a drink so his hands found the pockets of his jeans. 
You were known for apologizing for no reason, “I-sorry-I do that sometimes, nothing is worth apologizing over but it fills the awkward silence.” 
“I see,” James smiled and looked around, “look, I wanted to come over because you looked very scared, I’ve been sober all night, do you want me to drive you home?” he pained through a smile, “and I know it’s not ideal to have a man who you don’t know, have no proof that he’s sober, and has only talked to you about your friend’s sex lives-” you both laughed a little more, “-I know it’s not your first choice, I can even pay for an Uber if you want.” 
“I don’t know,” you looked down into your cup. 
“I don’t want to like…kick you out, that’s the last thing I want,” he stepped closer, “but I also know exactly how you feel in the sense that you don’t really know anyone and you’re standing off in the corner, it’s boring and lonesome and maybe you don’t like me and just want to go home, who knows,” he shrugged, “you seem like a girl with too much on her mind, I want to help ease that.” 
“Why are you so good at that?” You whispered into your cup, fighting back the stupid childish tears that were forming. Why was crying so easy when alcohol was in your system? 
“Did I-” James cut himself off, “I live here, do you want to go to my room for some quiet?” he noticed your tears, “shit, I am so sorry, y/n,” he hovered his hand over your shoulders, after a gentle nod he placed them down, “come to my room, I’ll let you have some peace and quiet.” 
You kept your head down as you walked, no one paid any mind. It was too late that night for people to be alert or even care about a stranger, no one knew you were crying. James walked behind you with his hand on your shoulder, it just so happened you walked inside first. After climbing the stairs you looked over your shoulder and James walked ahead of you, taking you to his small room. 
“Here, I’ll run downstairs and grab some water for you,” he smiled and quickly left. 
Even in your jeans, your party top, your makeup, in everything…the moment you laid back in bed you fell asleep right away. 
“There we go, all done,” the nurse said. 
“That’s it?” you gasped, “it’s done?” 
“The hard part is done, I’ll step outside and you can put your bottoms back on and then we can talk about the other stuff,” the nurse smiled as she followed the doctor outside of the room. 
“Way to go,” Bucky leaned over and kissed you, it was like he was breathing a deep breath into your lungs, “god, I’m fucking proud of you,” he kissed your forehead next, “we’re definitely stopping for a coffee on the way home, especially if they take your blood but also for a little reward, alright?” 
“Thank you,” you breathed out as you slipped on your shorts, “I love you,” the words were so casual between the two of you but in moments like these the weight of them changed. 
“Love you too, baby,” Bucky kissed you again, you loved it when he didn’t ask and would just go for it, making it seem like he couldn’t hold back long enough. 
The rest of the doctor's appointment was somewhat smooth sailing, they took blood and you saw the way Bucky’s brows were continuously pinched together, his eyes scanned your face probably because it lost a little bit of colour. You got one vaccine which was in and out, the last thing on your agenda was your medications. 
“I feel really foggy when I take them if that makes sense,” you fiddled with your fingers as you spoke, “like some film over the way I see the world and I miss the way it was, all of my memories are happier once I compare them to the mental state I’m in,” your eyes flicked to Bucky who looked slightly upset, “and I don’t mean that I’m unhappy now, well-...” you sighed and rubbed your forehead, “I have everything I’ve ever wanted right now, a wonderful boyfriend, a well-paying job, friendships, no stress about money - I’m in the sweet spot right now, which makes me wonder why I’m not feeling ten out of ten right now if that makes sense…” you trialed off with a shrug. 
“There are two ways we could approach this,” your Doctor looked at your chart, “you can either switch companies, every pharmaceutical company has a medication for you, you just might not have the right one.” you looked at Bucky and nodded, “or you can take a break with meds right now for about six months and then you can come back and we can re-access.” 
“I think I’ll take a break,” you nodded. 
“Wonderful,” your Doctor smiled and wrote something down. 
With nothing else left to talk about you left, feeling lighter and more confident in yourself. Bucky kept his word and bought you a coffee on the way home, even getting a cookie for you two to split. He was his normal self the entire way home, Bucky wasn’t the type of guy to need to talk all the time, he was quite alright with silence between two people. 
Once you were home you sprawled out on the bed, “my fucking arm,” you sighed, “that vaccine takes so much out of you.” 
“I have a question,” Bucky disregarded what you said and laid down beside you, also laying on his stomach and looking right at you, “when you were talking about your happiness I-”
“Bucky, don’t,” you reached out and touched his lips, “I’m happy with you and I love you and it’s my own brain that puts a black-and-white filter over things sometimes, it’s not you, I’m fully happy with you.” 
“Okay,” he said quietly, “just tell me if there’s anything I can do.” 
“Anything you can do?” you repeated as you rolled over on top of him, straddling his abs, “you drove me to an appointment I could have driven to myself, you held my hand during my pap smear, you bought me a coffee, and you make me so happy everyday-I don’t think there’s anything else you can do, you’re the perfect guy!” you laughed and leaned forward, hugging him tightly. 
“Alright,” he blushed and tried to hide his face, “you make me happy too,” he muttered, “really fucking happy, like, my heart beats a little faster every time I see you.” 
“Shut up,” you giggled, trying to roll off of him. 
Bucky grabbed you tightly and rolled with you, finding space between your legs so he could be as close as possible. Out of nowhere, he began to tickle you, he admitted once he did it to get your real laugh out. You had a fake one because you thought your real laugh was loud and ugly, not wanting to startle people. But when he found that spot on your waist you threw your head back with a cackle, trying to get him to stop. 
“I’m gonna pee!” you screamed, he was switching between your neck, waist, and armpits. You attempted to fight back by tickling him but that let him sneak under your arms. 
“Let me hear that laugh!” he yelled over your pleads for him to stop, once you let it out and began to really laugh he somewhat slowly down but didn’t entirely stop. His hands were fast as he moved from every place on your body, half of the spots weren’t ticklish but you were in the laughing mood-
“Ow, my fucking sore arm!” 
“...sorry…”
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buckrecs · 1 year
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𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙠𝙚𝙢𝙥
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WARNING: These fic may contain disturbing content so please read all the warnings before you proceed. I mean…it’s Steve Kemp we’re talking about.
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ONESHOT
I’m By Your Side by @thebluemage
Steve takes care of you, while you’re sick.
Marking What’s His by @thebluemage
Steve doesn’t like it when another man touches you, and he shows you what happens.
sugar pie, honey bunch by @charnelhouse
He knew she would be different. He’d known it the second he saw her.
needs by @heavysoldat
with your period worse than ever, you’re left almost bed-ridden in nothing but his clothes. and when you’re sat there, looking so pretty, steve can’t deny himself. a man has needs, after all.
Honey, Dinner’s Ready by @mavsstar
You’ve never been bad, always a good girl. One day a certain someone comes in the picture and you snap.
Opposite Reflection by @/mavsstar
Your love for Steve Kemp runs deep. You say it’s you being a hopeless romantic but what does he have to say about it?
A New Appetite by @bxcketbarnes
Fresh Meat by @bxcketbarnes
red flags and long nights by @buckycuddlebuddy
spending three months with a stranger whom you shared a house with apparently was not enough to know them. apparently it led you to ignore a lot of warnings that you should have seen before, but it was too late. 
Stockholm Syndrome and it’s Side Effects by @sstan-hoe
steve gives you stockholm syndrome and well let's just say; you gotta make sure you're his only one...
Restless Heart by @shamevillain
Part of loving somebody means accepting their flaws. And loving yourself means coming to terms with your own, no matter how fucked up they may be.
my beautiful odette by @onceuponastory
After seeing a performance of the Swan Lake ballet, Steve Kemp develops an obsession with the lead dancer Y/N, and decides that she has to be his. Whatever it takes.
gut feeling by @onceuponastory
After a young woman goes missing, Detective Y/N interviews one of the last people to see her alive...Plastic Surgeon Steve Kemp.
just like you by @imyourbratzdoll
steve becomes obsessed with you, and because he's too blinded by your beauty, he doesn't know you are just like him, maybe even better.
unusual dish by @lokiskitten
in order to survive your kidnapper sick and murderous tendencies, you agree to submit to one of his offers : feast on human meat whilst allowing him to watch. Though things take an unexpectedly inappropriate turn.
Fettered Attachment by @wh0reforoldmen
Being Steve’s captive is one thing- but falling for him is another.
Yours Forever by @antisocialwritingx
Steve decided to leave his wife and kids for the one victim he chose to keep for himself, you. It turns out that you both have a loving relationship after a little work put in from Steve.
just a taste by @jessybarnes
face riding.
heads will roll by @sgt-seabass
A visit to the doctors takes a turn you didn't expect.
can you read my fears? by @dollsplat
It’s No Good by @theimpossibleg1rl
You hadn’t meant to fall for him. But then again, Steve hadn’t meant to fall for you either.
You didn’t need that, did you? by @highonmarvel
You meet a man at the bar who loves your thighs.
Honest by @highonmarvel
Steve’s never lied to you.
SERIES
toxic by @extremelyblackandwhite
steve kemp has found his match.
A Well Respected Man by @sableseb
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↳ a drunken night 𖤐𓈒࣪₊˚
(part 1)
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pairing: sebastian stan x female reader
word count: 587 words
cw: fluff, slight angst(?)
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“I’m not drunk, Y/N, I promise.”
“Ohh, you’re going to have to do a lot better than that to convince me.”
Sebastian was currently relying on Y/N’s shoulder, struggling to simply walk in a straight line.
“You’re right, there’s no hiding from you. Besides, we’ve known each other for almost 5 years now, haven’t we? You’re my bestest friend, you know?”
She grinned softly at her drunken friend, caressing his back. “That would’ve been really sweet if it weren’t for the slurriness in your words.”
He lightly chuckled at her statement, shrugging in agreement. “Isn’t that the most amazing-est part? That I’m able to say things like those even while I’m drunk?”
The smile never leaves her face as she sighs, slightly shaking her head. “Come on, Seb, let’s get you to bed.”
She gently grabs onto his hand and carefully guides him to the hotel bed. Fortunately, he obediently follows behind, although, still tripping over his own feet from time to time and making random comments about how handsome Evans looks.
Once she finally manages to tuck him in, she sits on the edge of the bed, rubbing the side of his arm. He smiles at her like a little child, causing a giggle to escape Y/N’s lips. “Good night, Seb.”
She gives his arm a little squeeze before standing up to leave, almost yelping when he suddenly pulls her hand, bringing her back to the bed even closer to him.
The two locked eyes, observing every little detail about the other. She could feel her cheeks burning up, getting lost in those grey eyes of his. A few precious moments have passed by, seconds feeling like hours of intimate staring before Sebastian broke the silence.
“I love you~” he cooed softly, which caused Y/N to sigh and let out some oxygen that she had been unknowingly holding back.
“I love you too. Now go to sleep, we’re going to get in trouble if we don’t get up in time.”
She was about to leave again when he had suddenly cut her off once more.
“No no no, not like that. I love you, Y/N, but as more than a friend. And no, don’t say ‘best friend’ because you know damn well what I mean. I love you.”
She freezes. Her heart paces faster. Her face drops in complete and utter shock. Did he mean that..?
For some reason, she could feel tears beginning to form in her eyes. And her heart fluttering from excitement yet drowning in disappointment. She was feeling all these mixed emotions all at once, her eyes darting back and forth from one eye to the other. No. He was drunk. If this was going to happen, it couldn’t happen in vain.
Sucking up her feelings, she sharply inhales and gulps, preparing the words she was going to say. “Seb, you’re drunk and you’re tired. Today was a long day, you need to rest. Just… look, tomorrow, you can tell me all of this again when you’ve sobered up, okay? Only if you really meant it.”
Sighing in slight disappointment, Sebastian slowly nods at her. “Okay. I will.”
“Now go get some rest.” She plants a soft yet lingering kiss on his forehead, his eyes closing at her touch. “Good night, Sebastian.”
She stands up from the bed once more, giving a little wave as he follows her with his eyes until she leaves his line of sight, the cold silence filling the lonely room.
Maybe he should’ve asked her to stay.
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In Denial
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Pairings: Sebastian Stan x Reader
Warning: FLUFF, flustered!seb, suggestive comments
Summary: Your boyfriend sends you a picture, and you still can’t believe he’s yours.
A/N: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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You were having a normal day. Waking up late, and chilling because you had nothing else to do. You were lounging on the couch, in one of Seb’s t-shirts and your jogging bottoms, scrolling through TikTok.
Then you got the text.
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You’re still staring at it as more texts come in from Sebastian. He knows you’ve seen it, but you haven’t replied. It’s been over 5 minutes. You knew the text was meant to be innocent, but you know Sebastian. And nothing is innocent with him. It was a selfie of him, in his white suit, the shirt opened at the collar, showcasing the necklace you got for him on his birthday. He was clean shaven, a little bit of his plump lip sneaking into the photo.
Fucking hell, he looked good.
Your... admiring... was disrupted when your screen switched to ‘incoming call from Sebby <3′
You picked up immediately.
“How the fuck?!” You didn’t give Sebastian a chance to speak before you jumped in.
“Baby, what?!”
“How the fuck do you look so good?”
All you could hear was Sebastian’s laugh at the other end, as the screen switched again, this time to a video call.
“Hi, baby.”
“Hi, handsome. C’mon, show me the rest of the outfit... pleeassee?”
Sebastian stretched out his hand, more of his body coming into frame as your jaw dropped yet again.
“I think I’m dreaming.” you whispered.
You saw Seb shake his head and laugh, running a hand through his growing hair.
“I’m serious, there is no fucking way that you are mine. How?”
“Because you are absolutely perfect. And if I’m being honest, I think I’m the lucky one.”
“Oh, hush. We both know I’m the lucky one. Babe, look in the mirror. How are you my boyfriend? How?!”
You were almost shouting at this point as Sebastian was on the verge of tears in hysterics.
“You’re crazy. And in denial about something that has been going on for 2 years, babe, which makes no sense.” Seb murmured.
“I’m just happy I get to take that off you tonight.”
You watched as your boyfriend’s cheek turned pink, wrinkles forming around his eyes as he scrunched them closed.
“Yep. That you are. But just remember, baby, no matter how surreal it is to you, you know that it’s you I’m coming back to at the end of the day. You.”
“Oh, stop, or I’m going to cry. Now go! Before your manager kills me. Or you.”
“I love you, draga.”
“I love you too, Sebby.”
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i dont really like the ending but oh well.
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botnasty · 2 years
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Taste {2}: Smell
Steve Kemp X F!Reader
[First Part]
Summary: Steve wants you.
Words: 1,6K words
Warnings: ANGST, DARK, SMUT=DUB/NON-CON, SEX POLLEN, reader gets drugged, masturbation (f), pillow humping, PIV, rough sex, unprotected sex, mention of blood, mention of kidnapping, mention of cannibalism (duh)
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Steve panted and whipped the sweat off his forehead. After all that happened the other day with his best friend, he had been in a dire need for a run, to clear his head and figure out what to do with her.
He loved her. There was no doubt there. He was obsessed with her since he was just a mere kid. And now he had her…
But not completely.
He had to find a way. A way to get inside her head. He already had her affection that he knew, but needed more.
He wanted her to only need him and just him. He wanted her to think of him from the moment you wake up till sundown. He wanted you to dream of him, to want to be with him, to be obsessed with him.
He leaned against the table as he looked at the camera focused on you. “What are you doing now? What are you saying, Dove?”
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You paced around the cold stone room, sometimes stopping to pound at the door until your first bleed.
“This is not real. This is not real.” You slapped yourself, pinched the skin of your arm. Did every trick in the book to wake yourself up and nothing worked.
You felt like you were suffocating, your mouth dry.
“Are you okay?” You heard a voice. You turned around to find the source, only to find nothing. “I heard a strange noise. Are you okay?”
“Who are you? Where are you?” You asked, crawling closer.
“I’m Noa. I’m in the cell next to yours.”
“Noa?” You said under your breath. A name that you knew very much.
“Yeah. I’m sorry you got fooled too…”
“You know… I was just like you at the beginning. ” Started Noa, her voice echoing against the stone wall. Despair lacing the words coming out of her mouth. “That I would one day get out… that someone would notice my disappearance. But, I have no one. We all have no one.”
“Isn’t that right, Penny!” Noa screamed.
You hear a weak “Yeah.”
She laughed weakly. “And he always kept on coming and coming. Taking and taking. Parts after parts.” She let out a laugh. “Can you believe it? I don’t have an ass, nor one of my legs and arms. I can barely feel anything anymore. I feel crazy…”
You listened to her through the vents connecting the cells. The more she spoke the more dread filling your stomach. They were the girls. The woman you’ve been looking for more months without ends.
Tears were streaming down your cheeks and your breath was short. You felt like you were suffocating. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry.” All this time… the man doing this was in front of you all this time and you never noticed. “I couldn’t—“
You were a failure.
Noa chuckled and you heard her chain rattling. “Why are you sorry? We are all in the same boat here…”
You rubbed the snot coming out of your nose. “I was trying to find you. For months I’ve been trying.”
You heard a small ‘what’. And that deep ache inside of you grew even more. The little hope that was in that word just broke you.
“And I found you. But now I can’t do anything.”
“But can’t you— Don’t you have people who will try to look for you? Won’t the police wonder why you’re not coming to work?”
You shook your head even if you knew she couldn’t see you. All the hope in her voice made you weak. You felt all the fight inside of you leave. “They won’t. Because they didn’t care about this case. They told me that if I took it, they wouldn’t help me… I’m being rogue right now, and the police, they don’t like that.” You said, laying down in the pile of sheets that Steve called a bed.
“What the fuck. What the fuck!” Noa screamed and then all was silent. The only thing that could be heard was the sound of whimpers coming from all the women who’s hope just bursted into flame.
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The moment you woke up, you could feel the difference. The air felt more thick after each and every breath and you could barely breathe. You felt hot all over but especially in between your legs.
Your pussy was pulsing with deep neediness and you felt like your clit was just begging to be played with. So you couldn’t help yourself when you pulled yourself up, pulled your sweatpants and soaked panties off of you and started rubbing your soaked pussy against your pillow. Your juice was pouring onto the cloth and soaking it. Your scent was now impregnated onto it.
You wanted it all to stop. That neediness, that hotness everything that was making you rub your clit like a woman who hadn’t had sex in years. You felt like you were about to burst at any second and touching yourself was the only remedy for it.
You placed one hand on the wall and the other brought the pillow closer to your core as you grinded on it harder, the sensation on your clit making you whimper and throw your head back.
Right as you were about to cum, you heard the door of your cell open and there he was.
Steve. A faux pout on his lips.
Image of those lips wrapped around your clit lashed inside your head and you felt humiliated, but you couldn’t help it. You couldn’t stop your hips from grinding against the pillow and cum right as he walked inside the room.
“I can’t believe you started without me, Dove.” You vaguely heard him say as you were still coming out of your high.
When you opened your eyes, you saw him right in front of you, sitting on the ground, shirtless and you felt your cunt pulse even more.
You needed more. You needed him. All rational thoughts went out the window as you growled and crawled on top of him.
You placed your hand on the imprint of his cock as you unbuckled his belt as fast as you could.
“I fucking love you like this.” He said, rubbing his nose against your cheek. “So needy for me. Obsess with me.” He kissed down your jaw, but you didn’t care. All you wanted, needed, was his cock inside your pulsing walls.
“I’m so fucking hard for you.” He growled into your ear. “Just want to feel you for days.”
You whimpered when you finally pulled his pants down enough to pull his cock out of his boxer and immediately you pulled yourself up with your knee and slid down on his erected cock.
The feeling of being full, of his cock twitching inside of you, made the burning sensation finally go away. You placed your hand on his shoulder as you pulled yourself up and down.
He placed his big hands around your hips and helped you hip and down his hard cock. “Feel so fucking good, Dove. So good and all mine.” He slapped your ass hard enough to make it blush red. You moaned at the impact
He leaned closer to you and bit your lips hard, you whimpered when you tasted blood. “Taste so fucking good.” Steve said as he licked the blood. “No one else will be able to taste you but me. I’m keeping you all to myself.”
He placed a hand around your neck and under the swell of your ass so he could lift you and slide deeper inside of you. At every thrust of his hips, his cock going deeper and the tips always touching your cervix.
“All fucking mine.” He groaned into your neck as he pistoned inside of you. You threw your head back at all the pleasure you were feeling. Your boobs moving up and down at every thrust.
Your climax came unexpectedly. You screamed as you squirt. Your juice glistening his cock and balls and some landing on his stomach and your tits.
Steve groaned as he licked it off your tits and bit down on your nipple. again drawing out blood and licking it too. “I can’t wait to fucking taste you, Dove.” He moaned out as he came inside of me. His cum painting you walls and dripping down his dick. “I fukcing love you so much.”
Only then did all your senses came back. “What did I do…” You immediately slid off his cock and crawled backward. Away from him.
Away from this monster.
“I did it again…” You said looking at your hand. “How, why?” Then you remember how the air was before all this.
You pointed at him, making him stop from going closer to him. “You did this to me. You did something to me.” You covered your lover half with your bed sheets.
“Dove…”
“Don’t you fucking call me ‘Dove’! You are not my friend! You are not my Steve! You are a monster with his face!” You screamed at him.
Steve's gaze grew hard and he locked your jaw in his grasp, hard. “Now you fucking listen to me. This has always been me. How I am. You either accept it or…”
You shook your head. “Never…” You managed to say.
He tisked. “After everything we’ve been through. You still made the wrong choice.” Is all he says before you felt something pick your neck.
Your eyes widened. “What?” You tried to push him away. Your hand pushing against his face and chest until you couldn’t anymore.
Until you felt a haze and darkness consumed everything.
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ageofevermore · 2 years
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I’m In Love With You
SUMMARY — Sebastian loves every sleepy, nervous, sweet, gentle thing about you and the way you love him
PAIRING — Sebastian Stan x Reader ( 1.5k )
AUTHORS NOTE — Happy Valentine’s Day, loves. Inspired by Little Things by One Direction. Moved from another blog.
If it was six years ago, and Sebastian had given a speech about love, he would be sure to say two things; love at first sight is a load of utter bullshit, and he’s not an easy man to win. Sebastian had never taken into account that just maybe, he believed those things because he hadn’t met you yet. When your eyes met in the back of a coffee shop, Sebastian was gone. You became his exception to love and first sight, and he quickly fell in love with every little thing about you.
– your (sleepy) smile
Sebastian was slow in your relationship. You didn’t mind at all. On August 3rd, you knew for sure that you didn’t want anyone else to kiss your forehead or wait for you to lock your apartment door after a spontaneous date night but him. It was September 6th when he realized that he didn’t want to share his company or music taste with anyone else but you. It was November 13th when he’d finally grown the confidence to ask you to be his, albeit his words were still shaky and his cheeks bright red as if you would ever dare to say no to being his partner; his girl. You knew you loved him three weeks before he could say it himself, but through everything, you didn’t rush him.
You had been committed for almost two months before he invited you to spend the night at his place. It was exactly as you’d picture it would be, complete with a shaggy carpet rug and a dark olive colored couch. He had led you to his bedroom after one too many movies, and with such nervousness in his steps that it made your heart swell. Sebastian would always make you feel safe, and at ease. He had tried to escape back to that same dark olive couch before you had even taken your top off to exchange it for one of his stolen hoodies and a pair of pajama shorts. You’d pouted in his direction with the saddest puppy eyes Sebastian thought he would ever see, ultimately winning his company in bed without even a word.
That night, Sebastian fell in love with you all over again. He’d seriously doubted how cuddly you became when sleepy. When he woke to the room a fiery orange hue and your body almost on top of his, he’d tried to escape your sweet embrace. Not because he didn’t enjoy every second of your soft skin on his, but because he remembered how much you liked a morning cup of joe, and before asking you over he’d gone out to your favorite supermarket in search of your favorite roast and creamer. His plans to make his home feel a little more like yours fell short when you stirred awake the second he wasn’t touching you anymore.
You lifted your head from the pillows, your cheeks a shade of sleepy that Sebastian never wanted to spend another morning without. The sight of you pouting in his clothes, in his bed, in his home, was ethereal. You reached out for him, making cute grabby hands that tugged at his heart. “Come back.”
Sebastian smiled sweetly down at you, closing the space between your embraces. Your grabbing hand closed around the softness of his black sweatpants when he was close enough to touch, and his lips pressed to your forehead. His hand gently swept your hair out of your eyes and you tried to lean into his soft touches. “‘M gonna go put on a pot of coffee. Then I’ll be back.” He whispered against your forehead, only pulling away so that he could look into your soft eyes with adoration. God he loved the sight of you so sleepy and soft.
“Just stay.” You pleaded, and you didn’t have to ask Sebastian again. He was already just barely keeping himself out of your arms, but your pouty persistence wore him down quicker then he’d anticipated. Your lips curved upwards in a delicate smile that completely broke apart his heart. Sebastian would do anything to see you smile at him like that for the rest of your forever.
He had quickly learned that your half-asleep smiles were some of his absolute favorite things to start and end his days.
— your (nervous) hands
Sebastian learned very quickly that you didn’t do well in crowds. His well intended and admittedly very sweet movie-premiere date night had ended with you tear stained and asleep on his chest in the back of a taxicab on your way home to your hotel. That was the first time Sebestain’s ever held you so tightly, with such an aching protection in his heart and eyes.
You looked absolutely stunning. In a satiny red dress that went down to the carpet and elegant thin heels that accentuated your toned legs and gave you some height beside Sebatian. He hadn’t been shy in his admiration, telling you over and again how beautiful he thought you looked, and making a habit of holding your waist or your hand. It wasn't that you never dressed up, but you preferred a comfortable style to something so formal. That didn’t mean you didn’t feel powerful sitting next to Sebastian in the back of the car on the way to the venue.
That confidence had lasted you about an hour, before the adrenaline turned into anxiety. The switch in your attitude had no warning, but Sebastion had seen it immediately. Your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes anymore and you stuck closer to his side in a panic. His hand, that hadn’t left your hip for a majority of the evening, moved up to your waist, holding you reassuringly.
At first he didn’t think anything of your knuckles drumming on his thigh in no practiced rhythm. He forced a smile for the cameras and held your waist tighter when he felt you becoming tense again. But, his heart fell into his belly when he realized why you’d kept tapping him. Your hands trembled at your sides, clenching into fists and out of them every time your nails dug into your palms too hard.
“Hey,” He whispered worriedly, laced with affection in his deep blue eyes. His hand fit perfectly in yours, albeit your tremor and clammy skin, to Sebastian, there was no better feeling than holding you. “I’ve got you, bebeluș.”
– your (sweet) habits
After he’s been away, Sebastian’s favorite thing to come home to is you. He loves coming into the apartment, feeling heavy on his feet, craving a hot shower and completely forgetting about everything that isn’t you the second he hears the kettle begin to screech on the back right burner.
He loves the way your arms wrap around his neck, and the way your knees push into his legs when you realize he’s home and all but pounce on him. His hands always hold onto the back of your head and the middle of your waist, keeping you close until neither one of you can stand the sound of the kettle anymore.
And on days when Sebastian doesn’t have to go to work, he makes you a cup of tea. He tucks you into bed with whatever your favorite book is at the moment, and comes downstairs to brew your strawberry lavender tea and fill a cup with ice water for when you inevitably stir awake because of a noise outside in the middle of the night. When you eventually try to fall back to sleep after you’ve reminded yourself that it was just an animal, having you settle down into his chest is the best feeling.
– your (gentle) voice
When he’s away for extended periods of time, and you can’t come with him because you have your own obligations, he misses you to the point of his heart physically aching. He always tries to manage, and convince you that he’s okay and enjoying himself, but you know him and his tells like you’d known him your entire life. What never fails to lift his spirits is a basket of his favorite Romanian treats, and the sound of your voice.
You hate that when he needs extra love the most, he’s always oceans and states away, but you’ve learned to make the most of every piece of him, even if it’s just his shaky voice on the other end of a FaceTime call as he pulls apart the basket of familiar things. You usually pack him a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, both sprayed with your most loved perfume, and a bag of his favorite coffee beans that you know he’s probably run out of since the last time he remembered to grab them from the store. Even without the intensive schedule, Sebastian left the grocery shopping to you. But as much as the small pieces of home heal his heart, it’s your voice and your efforts that make him feel like you aren’t that far away.
“Six more days, darling.” You remind him, brushing a strand of hair from your eyes as you sleepily watch him get changed into the clothes that smell like you. He physically relaxes every time, and you wince knowing how tight his shoulders are. “Get some rest, okay?”
“I love you.”
“I love you too, baby.”
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wickedsingularity · 1 year
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The Not So Secret Santa Advent Calendar 2022 Masterlist
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Fandom: MCU Pairings/characters: Bucky Barnes x reader (but not really) Parts: 24 Warnings: Check each part
Summary: No one thought the Avengers would be back after the final battle against Thanos. But here they are, a brand new team, moving into the shiny new headquarters right in time for Christmas. They are made to do Secret Santa for team building, and Bucky sees it as an opportunity to do something special for a certain someone...
Inspired by this prompt: i got you for secret santa so i got you this really expensive but sentimental gift that you've always wanted, hoping you'll never find out it's from me - and that i've been in love with you 1234567 years
Note: Last year I got the idea of writing an advent calendar for my best friend and I wanted to do the same this year. You don’t know that I’m doing it again, but I think you suspect it :P I will again reveal a little bit of story every day until Christmas. I hope you like it @iguess-theyre-mymess​​. Love you!
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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year
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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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pinkiebieberpie · 2 years
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sebastian stan and y/n break up, but they have a pet and neither of them want to give it up. then they spend a few days each with the pet separately. but it kinda helps them get together again.
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buckyhoney · 2 years
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okay, i have thots about fratboy!bucky hehe
warning: 18+, language, mentions of drinking/smoking, light exhibitionism, fingering, every much unedited
you barely know anyone who's here, let alone the hosts. you came with a group of your friends. walking into the house, you'd see small groups of people- some dancing, some playing drinking games or smoking, or just hanging out. soon your friends separate while you wander around looking for a decent drink.
bucky would see you wandering around and make his way toward you. he towered over you and his t-shirt clung to his arms like it was going to rip with a wrong move. the blue in his eyes was piercing and a smile that made you weak in the knees. bucky flirts with you, so upfront and apparent you're blushing and flustered.
he'd make small talk while handing you a cup of fruity alcohol. throughout the night, he is always close. watching you- completely mesmerized by the way your body moved to the music. soon he's joining you as you danced and swayed your hips to whatever was playing. his hands held your hips, helping guide them as your ass pressed to his growing bulge. his hands are mapping your body and occasionally lingering too long over your breasts. "wanna go somewhere more private?" he suggests, and you nod.
he takes you down the hallway and around the corner, tucked away in a corner of the house that's dark and hidden. Your core aches and he's frantically trying to get you secluded. halfway down the hallway, he's lips are on your neck and jaw. it's sloppy and needy, his hands are holding the sides of your face as he backs your bodies to the corner.
his body is so much bigger than he's blocking the view of anyone who could see. his hands slide down your body and your lips finally meet. you can taste the bitter warm flavor of whatever cheap whiskey he took a shot of and he can taste the sweetness from your lips. soon his free hand slips up your dress, feeling for panties, but there are none. "coming to a party with no panties? tsk tsk." you moan into his mouth as his thumb grazes your clit.
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chrisdrysdale · 2 years
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Beautiful
+18 minors dni if you do you will be blocked
Sebastian x fem!reader
Summary: After feeling a bit self conscious about your body, Sebastian makes sure that you love yourself after tonight.
word count: 1.6k
warnings: body insecurity, kisses, like lots of kisses, illusions to smut (male oral)
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You were oh so lucky. Sebastian was probably the best boyfriend you ever had. He loves you, he takes care of you, he does everything for you.
Sebastian had set up a date night for you. He wanted to make sure it was the best night of your life. He bought you a tight red dress that you were very excited to wear and a lovely new pair of black stilettos.
You showered, did your hair and make-up before stepping into your bedroom to put on the dress. You pulled it up your legs and shimmed into it, pulling the skimpy straps up on your shoulders before turning around to look in the mirror. When you got a full look at yourself in the dress, you sighed. It didn’t look how you imagined, your stomach look bigger than usual, you could see your hips dips and it made your legs looked huge. 
You twisted and turned in the dress to see if it looked good from any angle but you couldn’t a good one. You sat down on the bed as you feel the tears prickling at your eyes, what didn’t was the fact that when you sat down you felt the fabric of the stress, stretch just a little too much around your thighs. 
You completely zoned out, fiddling with the rings on your fingers. You were so zoned out that you didn’t hear Sebastian come into your apartment after you were late to the restaurant. He used his key to open the door and began calling you from your living area ‘’honey?’’   
He couldn’t see you or hear you. Sebastian slowly made his way to your bedroom, gently knocking at the door before coming in. He saw you slumped over on the bed, facing down at your hands. Sebastian was standing at the door frame looking at you “wow baby you look great”
You were startled by him but didn’t look up just mumbled “no I don’t” before sniffling quietly. You didn’t think Sebastian heard it but he did “honey look at me, please”
you didn’t look at him
“Please baby”
You slowly picked you head up, looking at him, showing him your teary, blood shot eyes and red face. He quickly got down to you, sitting at your feet. “Hey, baby what’s wrong”
“ ‘m sorry Seba, I was so excited but when I put on the dress, I just didn’t like the way I looked” You slipped off the bed and then down beside Sebastian. He wrapped his arm around you shoulders while kissing your temple. “I know it doesn’t change the way you feel bug, but I think you look, stunning, like a fucking goddess” You curled into his chest as your tears dried up on your face.
“Sorry I didn’t make it to dinner”
“It’s okay honey how about I make dinner here” he asked you while rubbing up and down your arm. You didn’t reply verbally, just nodded. Sebastian slowly got up before taking you hand a helping you up. You were standing straight Sebastian stepped back to get a full view of you. “Wow just gorgeous” he said causing a light blush to rise on your face. “and hot” now you giggled and pulled him back in for hug. Smothered in his chest you began talking again “Can I get into my pyjamas again, I have some of yours here too”
“Go on, i’ll start cooking and you get dressed okay”
Sebastian slips out giving you some privacy to change. You peel the dress off making you feel worse and worse about your body by how difficult it is to take off. When you eventually get the dress off your put on a pair of sweatpants and oversized hoodie and make your way out to Sebastian.
He was standing at the cooker as you waltzed over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist, ducking your head into his shoulder and kissing the exposed skin from his t-shirt. “hi bug, you wanna pick a movie for us to watch”
“yes please, also I left you pjs on the bed”
“You’re too good to me honey”
You settled yourself on the couch and switched on the tv. You settled on “When Harry met Sally”Sebastian knew you always loved a sappy rom-com.
Sebastian came back out of the bedroom just as the dinner finished cooking. He was wearing the clothes you left out for him, an old pairs of mens sweatpants and a white vest. God he looked good.
He brought over the two dishes and sat down beside you. You leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek “thank you for dinner bub”
“anytime baby”
You too finished up dinner and curled up next to each other as the movie played. Sebastian had his arm wrapped around your hoodie covered stomach and your back pressed into his back, spooning you as laid on on the couch.
His hand resting on your stomach dipped up, under the hoodie and rested on your stomach. You didn’t like this. Of course you loved being touched by him, just you didn’t want him to judge you on how you looked. You scooted out of Sebastian’s grip and sat up “I eh I think I’m gonna take shower”
“Okay honey, you do you want me to come with you?”
“No I’m okay” you quickly got up and scurried to the bathroom, slamming the door as your tears began to fall. You started the shower and got stripped of your clothes. You got in the shower but not before looking at yourself in the mirror and grabbing onto yourself not making yourself feel any better. You turned around letting the steaming hot water run down your back.
After a little while you heard knocking on the door “hey bug”
“Yeah Seb”
“I’m just popping out for a minute, you okay here by yourself”
“Yeah thank you”
You were in the shower the whole time Sebastian was gone and about 20 minutes after he got back. He knocked again but this time came in, startling you when he knocked on the glass shower screen “You okay bug”
“Yeah I’m fine bub” you said with a saddened tone in your voice. “Can I come in” Sebastian said
“Eh not right now Seba, sorry” you said, feeling so guilty
“It’s okay bug, just tell me when you get out, i’ll be waiting outside on the bed”
“okay”
After ten minutes you got out and wrapped yourself up in a towel and slipped into the bedroom and that’s when your heart dropped to your stomach. You saw the room filled with candles and rose petal and Sebastian sitting on the bed with a light smile on his face “hey honey”
Sebastian thought he was treating you, any other day you would have loved this but just not today, and you knew Sebastian would never pressure you into anything, but yet you still felt guilty for not accepting it. You could feel your eyes start to swell with tears, your bottom lip start to quiver and your left knee beginning to bounce. “Hey hey no, bug what’s wrong”
“I’m sorry I know you’re trying to make me feel better, but I just wanted you, I just wanted to hold you, I wanted to be with you” you sobbed out as Sebastian cradled you in your arms, leaving fluttering kisses on your head.
“No honey, I’m sorry, I should’a checked with you first instead, I didn’t want ya to think that I was forcing sex on you”
“No, I’d never think that, you never would”
Sebastian wrapped his arms around you and guided you over to the bed and sat you down beside him. You rested your head on his shoulder under he turned to look at you and then ducked his head down to your shoulder and began lovingly kissing your neck and shoulder. He gently laid you back and began kissing around the top of your chest, running his lips along the top of your towel, down and back up your arms making everything feel loved.
Sebastian came back up and began kissing around your neck again, not sensually just lovingly. You pushed his head back, making him feel really guilty that he pushed you too far again but was taken back when you untucked your towel revealing your naked body to him. Sebastian quickly began moving down your body with his mouth, kissing over every scratch, scar, stretch mark, freckle, mole everything. He began moving down your thighs, kissing up the back of them and all the way down to your feet.
Sebastian came back up and gave you a long hard passionate kiss before rolling your hips over so he can begin his kissing map down your back. He started off at the top of your neck, moving your hair away to kiss and then made his whole way down to the sole of your feet. When Sebastian rose back up again to kiss you, he found you sound asleep.
He gently brought you back up to the head of the bed, lying you down on the pillow and giving you and kiss on the forehead before taking off his clothes and climbing in beside you and wrapping his arms around you whispering how much he loves you and how beautiful you are.
You woke the next morning with the sun beaming in on your face. The faint memories from last night of Sebastian kissing lovingly down your body. You heart swelled with love and you looked into his face. He deserved a treat.
You gently pulled the covers off Sebastian and began kissing down his chest while gently running your fingertips over his cotton covered cock. You could feel him starting to stir under you as you got closer to the waist band of his boxers. As you got there Sebastian woke up. “Hey lovebug what’ya doing?”
“Just kissing you” you replied as you laid light feather weight kisses on top of his boxers.
“I think you deserve a treat”
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sebbybooks · 2 years
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Sweetest Nightmare
Bucky Barnes x Fanfiction
“ I’ve been spending the last eight months.
Thinking all love ever does is break, burn, and end.
But on a Wednesday in a cafe, I watched it begin again.
- t.s
Bucky
I’ll be honest some nights I wish I could say I look forward to the nightmares that ultimately always pay me a visit. At least then I could say I went to sleep. If I close my eyes and hear nothing apart from my own thoughts, then I know I am in for a long night. For me silence creates this deafening noise that causes my ears to ring. I easily get overwhelmed by dead silence in the still of night.
In those moments my body goes on high alert, my heart rate and breath becomes accelerated like they are each in a race competing to see which can go the fastest. For some I know it’s the opposite, the quiet void that brings serenity and calmness most people typically crave.
I use to think of it as a tranquil experience. To be able to slowly wind down from the activity of the day, anticipating the rush of tomorrow. Only now when the sun goes down I become anxious and weary. Two things I am to constantly keep a lid on. If not those emotions forces me to hyper fixate on every normal aspect in my life I can’t seem to do right anymore. Like falling the fuck asleep.
When I realized I was just staring back into my eyelids I admitted defeat. No longer unable to do one innately mundane task I thought it was best to just keep myself occupied. Walking over to my safe I pulled out what was practically a high scale police scanner. With the swipe of the hand it provided an all access base catalog of wanted criminals for high profile cases that ran twenty four seven. Sam would most definitely blow a gasket if he knew I still had my hands on it. I can almost see it now, and the image actually makes me smile at the thought.
Technically I am not authorized to use it on my own, and even then I still would have to wait for clearance. But, when have I ever been good at following orders? Having sitting with it for a while and reading through the profiles I was convinced the information alone was good material to knock me out. Just as I was about to leave well enough alone and keep my nose clean something interesting eventually caught my eye.
Jodie
I loathe Wednesdays. I hate it with a burning passion I wish the whole day just erases itself from the weekly calendar and as a society we collectively decide to banish it. To forget its mere existence would be grand. Sincerely thoughts from a woman who’s heart that just got stomped on.
Six weeks ago I would call my declaration of hate absolutely ridiculous. Though I suppose getting dumped on a Wednesday stained itself in my world indefinitely. What is also in my world was heartbreak. Albeit, something I will never get use to, but it happens to the best of us therefor life simply has to carry on. After my boyfriend of three years decided to break up with me in the very same park he promised to propose to me my Wednesdays just have not been the same. Since then I am convinced they are jinxed.
Literally.
Every other day felt brand new like I was beginning to feel whole again. I could laugh without crying, the ache finally left my body, hell I sang Celine Dion at a karaoke bar! The lie that I had been telling people I was fine I actually was beginning to believe it to come true.
My days felt good, that was until Wednesday would roll around. In the morning I was on top of the world I didn’t think about my ex anymore. It was like it happened at the snap of the finger. Sean was starting to become a distant memory. That was until nightfall.
Oh, at night I was in fact not walking on sunshine. I would cry until I couldn’t feel air go into my lungs. The idea of eating food made me nauseated. There was this strange haze of numbness that would engulf me. It was as if my brain was programmed to punish me. I could only reminisce on the best parts of our relationship which again would reduce me to tears. For hours I would carry around this urgency to pick up my phone and call him. These breakdowns wouldn’t happen any other day except. . . you guessed it Wednesday.
I told myself tonight had to be different. I needed an escape from my own mental torment. I didn’t want to burden anyone that I knew with this problem. So I figured I do it best on my own.
Not many places were open around this hour of the night apart from a handful of establishments. I knew the second my stomach rumbled I would follow my gut, no pun intended. Not far from where I lived was a Donut shop that stayed open all hours of the day. Throwing on some jeans, and my old college sweatshirt I dressed myself in a hurry not necessarily dressing for the catwalk. I grabbed only my card holder and keys. I purposely decided to leave my phone, because my iPhone keeps recommending that I “Send message to Sean”. For the first time stepping foot outside of my townhome this night would finally be just what I needed.
Normal.
Bucky
The smell of stale sugary doughnuts and strong coffee bore into my nostrils making me curious as to how customers were lapping it up so eagerly. I sat in a booth with my back to the door near this incessant sound of a bell that hung above the door that constantly chimed indicating people were coming and going. In a few hours from now day would break, but you wouldn’t think that from the bustling clientele.
A fracture of myself found solace knowing that I wasn’t the only nocturnal person. A blessing and a curse, perfect for stakeouts in situations like this one. But sometimes it was the only time I could feel anything. Whether it was anger or sadness I naturally transported myself to exist back on my timeline almost like a daydream. Sometimes when life would show that it can be forgiving, I got to relive and be apart of my fondest memories.
I easily shake that sentiment, returning to the atmosphere around me. I remain seated in my booth planted almost like a wallflower, merely observing while trying to blend in. Honestly, I am not sure if I’m good at playing that part of civilian. I just keep hovering over my untouched cup of coffee hoping that no one recognizes me. For a second I thought a couple of the waitresses did, because they kept fighting each other over who got to come over to ask if I needed anything else.
If they didn’t I probably looked suspicious for just sitting here not even so much as taking a sip or I just looked like I didn’t know how to make a decent cup of joe. Checking the watch on my wrist as well as the one on the wall to make sure they lined up. The target in question would be in less than five hours sharp. At least supposedly, this was a shop he frequents the most around the same time four days out of the week. All I had to do was wait. I just didn’t know how much more of that damn bell I could take.
Not much was happening, just a painful yellow light lit up the joint, muddle chattering here and there and on the television ahead of me some gameshow was on. For a second there I felt like I could close my eyes just for a little while. I tested that theory out quietly asking for a tiny bit of peace. Clearly I am not yet deserving, because my ears attuned to the hell breaking loose at the register.
“If I knew how to fix it lady I would take my tech skills elsewhere. For the third time IT IS BROKEN!” Turning my head my eyes landed on a man behind the counter casting a look of exhaustion over to the petite raven haired woman standing on the opposite side of him. Normally I am one to keep my head down and mind my own business. Something about this conversation in particular just sparks my curiosity.
“Sir all I have on me are cards. Please can we just try it one more time. I swear I’m not trying to be the bane of your existence.” I could tell from the woman’s tone that she was being truthful by not wanting to be a thorn in his side. She sounded desperate for lack of better words.
“Look lady either can pay or you can’t. This here isn’t a soup kitchen, like life nothing in here is free.” He argued. For a moment she stared back at him silently I assume in disbelief. Either she was use to getting her way or she wasn’t use to assholes like Sal Beckett.
Hearing her suck in a deep breath. “You know I use to come here all the time. I know how busy this place gets, its nonstop in here. Which is great but equally tiring I am sure. So you have probably been on your feet for quite sometime, but I hope you know that this is not an excuse to be a dick to customers!” Her tone went from soft and understanding to pissed off.
From the times I have come in here this was the first time I have seen Sal become tongue tied.
“Now would you be so kind as to try it again?” I could tell this was one was feisty little thing. What I couldn’t figure anymore was who needed rescuing. I wasn’t even sure why I got up from my seat and asserted myself in the situation. Clearly she could handle her own, that is until Sal threatened to kick her out. Sighing to myself I wasn’t sure if this was a good or bad idea. As always I made the less practical decision.
Jodie
Deeply embarrassed, very much aggravated , and practically starved. I stood there feeling a combination of awkward and triumphant for at least standing my ground. I would be reading too much into it to say he had an agenda against me, because the couple before me paid with a credit card! The card reader could not have broken that fast. I was ready to say fuck it and return home when the unexpected happened.
To my surprise some guy appeared beside me sliding a twenty across the countertop. I turn my face to look at him, but he doesn’t even break eye contact with his Andrew Jackson. He only utters two words. “Problem solved.” I could barely spit out a thank you before he quickly backed away.
I was stunned by the kind gesture from this stranger and always because I am still human I couldn't help but notice that he wasn’t born he was sculpted and carved. Clearly sent down to exist amongst us mere mortals to make average looking men look inferior.
“Do you want your pastries or not?” The ass guffaws as he scoots my bag closer to me. I happily snatch up my treats giving him my best “fuck you, have a nice day smile”.
Turning around I decided that my night could either end here or I could sit inside a little longer. Relishing in my tiny victory. I walked down the aisle looking for a clean booth to sit in when I noticed I was about to pass him again.
“You know you just paid twenty bucks for three pastries?” It feels like an eternity passes without a response. “ Thank you.” I finally manage. I mean I was talking to the back of his head, I suppose the least he could do was turn around.
After a beat he finally acknowledged that I was not a figment of his imagination. “It was nothing.”
“To some people yeah, but nice people are rare nowadays.” It must have been the way I said it or the guy was batshit crazy. But that compliment earned me laughter. Walking around the other side of the seat to get a better look at him. My mom would be mortified, true crime podcast enthusiast however would be on the edge of their seat knowing that I was going up to a man I didn’t know.
“I’m sorry I seemed to have offended you?” I asked only sarcastically.
“On the contrary not at all.” He rasped out quickly. I blinked back my confusion as we give each other the strangest stare down. Though he was first to falter the longer he looked at me. I couldn’t tell he if was shy or sadthat I so much as looked at him. It was almost as if he was trying to hide his face.
I couldn’t understand why, clearly he must see his face every morning. Though I briefly played with the notion that perhaps he was just plain weird. I mean from my observations he was tending to a full cup of black coffee. He sat alone wearing a leather jacket and leather gloves I might add. Yeah, on second thought I decided to keep with the narrative that he was a red flag.
“Well okay, umm enjoy.” I motioned my hands out fumbling over what to say next when my bag toppled out of my hands. My bad luck was on a roll tonight as I watched my doughnuts land on the ground.
I bent down and retrieved two of them the other rolled past me near his boots. He looked over at me before glancing down and was visibly hesitant to retrieve it. It wasn’t like I was going to eat them, I just wasn’t one to litter. His hand hovered over my sticky pastry before sticking the tips of his finger in his mouth. Tugging at his gloved hand with his teeth he pulled it off. The way he performed such a simple act looked like sex on him. Leaning down once more I watched in disbelief as metal fingers wrapped around it.
Bucky
Trying to pass it back to her to either discard it or it dust it off for later, it’s not my business what she does with it. I’m holding it out her when I noticed her wild eyes staring at my hand.
Placing it on the saucer where my mug is I am quick to slide my glove back on. I am not even sure what reaction I would receive next. Is she terrified? Is she disgusted by who I am? Or is she going to milk the shit out this encounter? God I hope it’s one of the first two.
I’m surprised a piece of me even cares what she thinks. She’s just another pretty face in the crowd. Mentally kicking myself did I just call her pretty? And did I compare her to any other woman, because if I did which I did not, the woman before me whose huge brown eyes that were framed with long lashes fanning out from top to bottom. With a face that only shows up in your dreams. She was a knock out.
Any minute I expected her to go off like a time bomb, they always do. I shifted in my seat uncomfortably waiting for it to happen. Interestingly enough it never does.
“I’m sorry,” she says as she leans over and grabs the doughnut throwing it in her paper bag.”With a sad expression on her face. “ I just really wanted to eat that.” she pouts before laughing. For a minute I believe it’s genuine.
“Honestly?” I lean forward.
“Yeah?” Her voice is breathy.
“That looked absolutely disgusting.” I can’t even keep a straight face. “Was that sap on top?” I inquired, actually intrigued by how horrible I assumed it taste.
Her mouth parts open and I do my best not to notice that her top and bottom lips are perfectly plump. “Now you’re just throwing punches below the belt. The lemon honey doughnuts are my favorite!” She defends.
My face contorts. “That sounds diabolical.”
“Yeah well it’s not like I paid for it.” She smirks. What the hell was happening Buck? I asked myself. It almost didn’t feel real that I was having a normal conversation about something relatively simple. It felt strange really. An yet, I was trying my damnedest not to like it.
“And it was money well spent.” My mouth curved upward into a smile. I’m smiling now?
“If you say so.” Her small melodious laugh sounds every bit of like an angel singing a hymn. She’s getting ready to walk away, because what else is there to say? You’re welcome? At the same time I didn’t come here for this. I needed my focus and energy for what was to come.
She was distracting me. It was best this conversation to fizzle out, and for her to walk away. It’s not like it would eat me up for days never knowing her name. So long mystery woman. Moving those toned legs in the opposite direction, voice coming out terse. “What is your name?”
Heaven help me.
Jodie
I’m starting to believe that I am really oblivious. How did I not notice before who he was? Recalling from the moment I walked in from weary stares to starstruck glances customers have been fighting the urge to look away from him. Nope not me of course I was the one having banter about doughnuts with a reformed assassin.
“That’s classified information you never know who’s hunting you down nowadays.” I say nervously. If I could slap myself and it be normal I would, the awkwardness was rising up my body like a tide.
“Right.” He looks at me almost as if he’s trying to read me, get a sense of who I am or what the hell I am doing still talking to him. It dawns on me in that moment he is like apart of the Avengers. Gosh he probably thinks I’m going to toss my panties at him any second now. I cringe at idea that he thinks I am in awe by his presence. There’s not much that I know about him, apart from what flashes across the news.
If anything I should feel beside myself with fear to be so close to him. I had been standing there way to long at this point, yet my feet remained grounded. Strangely enough I wasn't scared, there was this seed of curiosity planted inside of me if anything. From our short lived encounter he just seemed like he wants to be left alone. An on that note the mental countdown finally went off and I finally decided to take my leave back to my place.
I nodded my head as a salute of thanks once again, “Have a good night.”
My skin pricked at the slightly husky quality to the sound of his voice when he spoke again. “Would you like to sit down?”
I blink in surprise thinking it is the lack of sleep sending false sounds to my ears. “Right here with you?” The question slipped off my tongue not sounding in a way I had intended it to.
He cast his gaze downwards and his body almost stiffens. From the look of it I either embarrassed him or offended him. “Yeah.” He says. A good yeah I hope. Without another word misspoken I slide in the booth opposite of him.
“You’re free to leave you know that right?” He says not even looking up at me as he finally takes a sip out of his coffee mug. I couldn’t help but keep my eyes glued to his movements. As a dancer teacher you can’t help but zero in on the fluid nature of bodily movements especially a bionic arm, and his are so light if that makes sense.
Setting his coffee down the two of us finally make eye contact. Feeling like I had a horn coming from my forehead I was the first to look away, considering he had just busted me for staring. “Sorry, I don’t mean to be rude.”
“I don’t really notice it as much anymore.” He answers cooly and I feel like an ass.
I sigh, “It’s just so big.” I felt instant regret soon as I heard how it sounded. His attention quickly snaps up to me as he remained focus on my face. I was almost certain I saw the corners of his mouth tilt up.
“Get your mind out of the gutter.” I groan, slapping both of my hands to cover my face.
“I’m not the one making comments about my girth” He says in his defense. I drop my hands to my lap and I see a slow smile slip across his face. I oddly feel giddy by my ability to make his smile appear again.
“Jodie.” I say as I toss my doughnut bag on the table, giving in.
“Jodie.” He repeats my name, but sounding out every syllable. It shouldn’t make me feel any type of way but it does.
“And what should I call you?” I fire back.
“What do you want to call me?” His eyes drop to regard me. It is hard to discern his playfulness from his serious decorum, because his stoic eye contact is unwavering. However, I do my best not to look measly underneath his intense gaze.
“James.” I say almost proudly. It felt slightly weird putting a name to his face, especially not recognizing who he was at first. He just about recoils at the sound of his name drop. I suck in my bottom lip to bite back laughter.
“You look like you just took a tequila shot.”
“Call me Bucky.” He swiftly says, face still scrunched up.
“Ok Bucky.” I do so in the same way he sounded out my name back to him. Testing it out in my mouth. Jesus, that sounded all kinds of wrong, especially because I don’t know him. An yet that makes it all the more exciting. In my wildest dreams of course.
“Can I be real with you right now Jodie?” I wish he’d stop saying my name like that. Bucky’s tone of voice was this deep, silky, husky whisper that drifted into my ears like honey. Which is now stuck. Because I’m pretty sure after today I will remember it for special purposes.
“Shoot.” I reply, squaring my shoulders to match his still posture.
Bucky smiled to himself but not the kind that indicated joy. Like he was methodically plucking the right words to say, “I’m crap with the small talk.”
Sucking in a deep breath smitten with his honesty I lean forward. “I’ve suffered with social anxiety since probably the day I was born. I’m pretty sure I was too self conscious to even cry in front the nurses.” I poke fun at myself. It becomes easier especially when running a studio full of blunt preteens six days out of the week.
“I use to be good at this.” The look in Bucky’s eyes harden. For the longest second I’m not exactly sure what he is referring to. I raise a quizzical brow.
“Talking.” His jaw tightens and I can tell he’s fighting with the urge to not let his true feelings show.
I smile at him.” You don’t suck so bad.”
“Ha!” He laughs an I can tell it’s genuine by the way he looks shocked at the sound of his own voice. The sad thing is he carefully looks around to make sure no one else did. Like he wants to remain invisible.
Turning his attention back to me his cheeks are slightly rose colored. Holy hell he’s blushing.
“Guess I’ll have to take your word for it Jodie.” He did it again and the shivers that it sent to my body traveled to perimeters that last hummed for my ex. I’m messed up for even reacting to this man I don’t even know. It’s got to be another side effect of my cursed Wednesdays.
Bucky
This is wrong.
My lungs feel like I ran to Siberia and back. I don’t get flustered. Hell I’m trained to feel to opposite. If I keep biting the inside of my jaw I am bound to bite into flesh. Something feels off and I don’t think it’s my boyish charm nor my new acquaintance Jodie. I like that name now.
No, something feels wrong. Jodie looks at me like she senses my paranoia. I see her lift her hand as if to place a calming touch on my arm, but soon rethinks it. She’s wrong if she thinks I would recoil or be angered by her touched. It’s for the better she didn’t because the second she touched me I knew I would be gone and that’s insane to say.
“I am just going to say it but that guy to my left has been throwing daggers at us with his eyes since I sat with you.” She says half jokingly, half worried. A variety of emotions flicker on Jodie’s face and I hate that I indirectly caused it.
I know not to look to where she is wanting me to. If she is right I don’t want whoever this guy is to know I’ve noticed.
“Describe him.” I tell her.
“Ummm well he’s the prick that took my order.” Jodie tells me a little more animated than before.
“Sal?” I say a little too loudly. A fucking rookie mistake, because as soon as he heard the lights in the place went completely black.
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