#Sebastian Stan Fan Fiction

[imyourbratzdoll]

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.

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. 

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[sosa2imagines]

You, me and Vegas! Part 2

Warning- Fluff.

As the sun rose over the city of Las Vegas, Bucky woke up, bleary-eyed and disoriented.

Bucky groaned, rubbing his head as he glanced around. The hotel room was a mess, clothes strewn about and empty bottles littering the floor. He widens his eyes and turned to see Peach, who was still fast asleep.

Reality hit Bucky like a ton of bricks. The events of the previous night rushed back to him, and a wave of panic washed over him.

He looked at Peach, still sleeping peacefully, then his gaze landed on the “Happily Married” balloon tied to the bed. His heart quickened, pounding in his ears.

Bucky's mind raced as he tried to process what they had done. Had they really gotten married? In a drunken haze with an Elvis impersonator? The thought alone was enough to make him dizzy.

He sat up, taking in the scene around him. The room was a testament to their recklessness—empty bottles, casino chips, and...clothes?

Bucky's heart stopped. It appeared the events of last night had led to more than just a drunken marriage.

He swallowed, lifting the covers gingerly, almost afraid of what he might find. And there they were both of them, completely naked.

The sight only intensified the wave of panic that was washing over him.

Bucky's heart skipped a beat as he spotted the marriage certificate amidst the sheets. His stomach turned, and his mind reeled. With trembling hands, he picked up the paper, his eyes zeroing in on the names neatly written on it.

Bucky Barnes and Peach.

This was it. The undeniable proof that they had gone through with it in their alcohol-fueled stupor.

They had been drunk, yes. But they had also been careless, rash—a dangerous combination in a city known for its excesses. The enormity of what they had done was slowly sinking in. Bucky ran a hand through his hair, the gravity of their actions hitting him with brutal force.

Bucky, trying to keep his voice low to avoid waking Peach, hastily gathered his clothes and exited the room. He stepped into the hotel lobby, the bright lights and hushed conversations around him creating a stark contrast to the chaos in his mind.

Once outside the room, he couldn’t hold it in any longer. The panic, shock, and disbelief exploded out of him as he let out a loud, guttural scream, drawing immediate attention from the hotel guests and staff.

Bucky stormed out of the hotel, his steps hasty and filled with a strange mix of annoyance and confusion. He had lost his job, and now this, getting married on a whim in Vegas to a woman he had known less than a day! It seemed like an absurd plot straight out of a bad movie.

He pushed open the door to the nearby diner, the clinking of cutlery and the smell of fried food filling his ears. He needed caffeine and a quiet place to think.

The diner patrons couldn't ignore the disheveled man who had barged in, his eyes wide and his muttering loud. They cast discreet glances in his direction, curious and mildly concerned.

Bucky was oblivious to the attention he was drawing. He sat down at the counter, ordered a cup of black coffee, and began to talk to himself rather loudly.

His words were a garbled mix of disbelief, panic, and confusion as he tried to make sense of the events of the past 24 hours.

“Married. In Vegas. To a woman I just met. What the hell was I thinking?” he muttered, running a hand through his messy hair.

As the other patrons went back to their meals and conversations, Bucky remained trapped in his own world of confusion and disbelief. The coffee arrived, and he took a sip, hoping the caffeine would clear his fuzzy mind.

In the midst of his internal freak out, the realization that he had left Peach behind in the hotel room hit him like a truck.

He slapped his forehead, muttering under his breath, “Damn it, I left her alone in the hotel room!” He glanced at his watch – it was still early morning, and the city hadn’t quite woken up yet.

He contemplated going back, but the thought of facing her now, after their drunken impulse wedding, made his stomach churn.

Peach entered the diner with an air of calm that seemed out of place given the situation. The other patrons watched her as she walked in, her effortless grace and confidence standing out even in this sleepy establishment.

She settled into the seat opposite Bucky, setting the marriage certificate firmly on the table before ordering her breakfast. “Two sunny side up, toast and a strawberry milkshake, please...” she told the waitress, her tone nonchalant.

Bucky stared at her in disbelief, the sight of her acting so coolly making his head spin. He was about to protest when she fixed him with a steady gaze, a small smirk playing on her lips.

“Morning, hubs.” she quipped, the term 'hubs' falling casually off her tongue. Bucky's mouth hung open, his brain struggling to process her nonchalance amidst his own inner turmoil.

The use of 'hubs' was a stark reminder of their current situation. He looked down at the marriage certificate between them, the ink still fresh. But her calm demeanor made him feel like the panicky mess he was.

“You're... you're being awfully calm about this...” he managed to say, the words coming out haltingly.

Peach shrugged, leaning back against the booth's cushioned seat. “What's the point in freaking out?” she asked, her voice smooth and unflappable. “We've made our bed, or rather, we slept in it. So why panic now?”

Bucky's jaw clenched. Her nonchalance was maddening. “You act like this is just another weekend,” he bit out. “We got married, Peach! In Vegas! That's not something you just brush off!”

Peach chuckled, the sound both infuriating and a little infectious. “I suppose you're right,” she conceded, her smirk widening a fraction. “It was quite the night.”

She paused, tilting her head as she observed him, his agitation only growing. “You're quite cute when you're all worked up.” she commented, her eyes sparkling with a hint of teasing.

Bucky flushed, a mixture of anger and embarrassment rushing through him. He was used to being in control, being the one who kept his cool under pressure. But Peach was turning the tables on him, his reactions only making her more amused.

“And you're infuriating!” he retorted, his voice gruff.

Peach shrugged again, her nonchalance infuriatingly casual. “Chill out, we can just annul it,” she said, her tone light and dismissive. “It's not the end of the world.”

Bucky was taken aback by her nonchalant suggestion. “Annul it?” he repeated, as if hoping the second time would make more sense.

Peach nodded, her eyes steady on his. “Sure, why not? It was a drunken decision, a spur of the moment thing.” She shrugged, her voice casual. “We can just get it annulled and move on with our lives.”

Bucky's mouth hung open. The simplicity of her solution contrasted starkly with his own tangled thoughts. “Just like that?” he asked, skepticism lacing his tone. “We just wave a magic wand and pretend it never happened?”

Peach shrugged again, sipping her milkshake. “Essentially, yes,” she replied, her tone light. “It's not that big of a deal, Bucky. People make worse decisions all the time.”

Bucky looked at her, her casual attitude doing nothing to ease his inner turmoil. He knew she was right, but the entire situation felt so absurd that it was hard to accept.

While Bucky nervously dabbed at the excess oil on his plate with tissue papers, Peach had already started eating her breakfast, clearly enjoying it.

She dug into the sunny side up eggs, her fork and knife making deft work of them. She munched on the toast, chasing it with the strawberry milkshake.

Meanwhile, Bucky's movements were stiff and robotic, a stark contrast to her relaxed enjoyment.

Bucky glanced at her from the corner of his eye, slightly envious of her ability to enjoy the moment while he couldn't. Part of him wanted to tell her to slow down, take her time, but he knew it would sound ridiculous given their current predicament.

“Can't you... eat a little slower?” he finally asked, irritation seeping into his voice.

Peach looked up at him, her face a picture of innocence as she chewed. “Why? I'm hungry...” she said, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips.

She took a sip of her milkshake, her tongue catching a stray bit of whipped cream that clung to her upper lip. Bucky's eyes followed the gesture, his annoyance mingling with a reluctant admiration for her lack of concern.

“You seem to be enjoying this whole situation.” Bucky said, the irritation in his voice intensifying.

Peach swallowed, her head tilting slightly to the side as she observed him. “And you seem to be stressing too much.” she replied, her tone still infuriatingly nonchalant.

Bucky's hands clenched into fists under the table, his patience starting to fray. Her attitude was driving him up the wall. “How can you be so casual about this?” he demanded. “We got married on a whim, Peach. We're practically strangers.”

Peach finished off the last bit of her breakfast, her plate now empty and her stomach satisfied.

As Bucky continued to dab at the remnants of his eggs with tissue paper, she leaned back in her seat, her eyes fixed on him. “You know, we're married now,” she said, her tone oddly nonchalant. “We could get to know each other.”

Bucky looked up at her, eyebrows furrowed in disbelief. “You are impossible...” he muttered, barely restraining himself from rolling his eyes.

Peach chuckled, unperturbed by his reaction. “Oh come on, Bucky. We might as well make the best of the situation,” she said, her tone light but with a hint of challenge. “Consider it an opportunity for adventure.”

Bucky set his jaw, trying to ignore the part of him that found her reckless acceptance slightly attractive, eating his breakfast in silence.

The waiter approached their table with the bill, setting it on the table between them.

Peach, her plate now empty and a satisfied smile on her face, gestured towards Bucky. “My husband will take care of it.” she said casually.

The waiter nodded and left, oblivious to the situation.

Bucky's head snapped towards Peach, his jaw nearly hitting the floor.

Later on, the silence in the car was thick and uncomfortable as Bucky drove. The only sounds were the hum of the engine and the occasional honk from the traffic outside.

Bucky kept his eyes fixed on the road, his grip on the steering wheel tight. He was still wrestling with the reality of their situation—the fact that he was now legally married to a woman he had just met 24 hours ago.

Peach, seemingly unbothered by the tension, was looking out the window, humming an unknown tune.

“You know I wish someone would just stop me from making a mistake or tells me this is wrong.”

Bucky's grip on the steering wheel tightened as Peach's words hung in the air. He could only imagine what kind of mistakes she would make if left unchecked.

“I feel sorry for whoever has to keep you under control.” he muttered, keeping his eyes on the road.

Peach chuckled, the sound light and carefree. “Are you volunteering?” she asked, her tone filled with mischief.

Bucky resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “No, I'm not...” he replied flatly. “I already have enough on my plate without adding 'Peach Ideas' to the list.”

Peach smirked, seemingly amused by his response. “You say that now,” she replied, “but soon you'll be begging to add it to your job description.”

Part 1- Part 3

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[mybuckynotyours]

Printesa Mea

Pairing: sugardaddy!Bucky x fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ only. Reader is in her early twenties and Bucky is in his mid 40s. Mentions of sex, oral sex, mutual pinning, cockwarming if you squint your eyes hard enough.

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary & A/N: I suck at summaries but this is fluffy, cute but also naughty-ish! It's the Christmas season and I've been finally inspired! I'm having a huge daddy kink at the moment too. If this will be received well, I might write more about these two! I have a few more ideas up in my sleeve. Thank you so much for reading! Do not forget to comment and reblog :) <3

You were nearing the end of this semester and that only meant one thing. Christmas was fast approaching. This semester was always the one you dreaded and wanted it to end as quickly as possible. You were a Christmas lover through and through. By mid-October you would be thinking of all the Christmas lights and all the food you’ll get to enjoy with your friends. Your friends would laugh at you during the yearly Halloween party and tell you to slow down. You would just happily grin and shrug it off.

But this year was a little different that usual. This year were with someone, well, not exactly. You weren’t exactly dating him. It was more of an arrangement really that started just before you had gone back to university.

It was truly random how the two of you met. You weren’t really looking for a sugar daddy but it seems that your deepest, dirtiest wish came true without even working for it.

You two met on a Sunday morning when you were on your latte run, about to head home to kickstart your day for the usual meal preps and reading.

Your eyes met and you smiled at each other politely. For some reason, probably how the universe wanted to really bring the two of you closer together, you couldn’t keep your eyes off each other. You looked away as you stood next to each other waiting for your coffee orders and laughed lightly.

He was the first to speak as he reached out to take his coffee cup and with a deep voice, thanked the barista. Hearing him speak sent shivers down your spine and the effect is still there to this day. He speaks so calmly yet stern when he needs to be. You were on your knees for him in no time.

But before, going into that, you two got to know each other. He shamelessly asked you before he headed out of the coffee shop and you immediately accepted his invitation. And as they say, the rest was history.

You had told yourself that this was only an arrangement. You had to segregate your feelings. In no way you could ever possibly end up falling for him. He was your sugar daddy and only that. No matter how good it felt when he ate you out all night long just to draw out his name from your whimpering lips. No matter how great it felt to spend a night in watching a movie together and eat together. And especially, no matter how incredible it felt to get all dolled up to some event he would make you attend with him, just to be on his arm, twirling you around on the dance floor, having your princess moment. He truly did treat you like a princess. Indeed, he liked to call you one too.

“Printesa mea.” His warm velvety voice hovering over your skin. He would then place soft gentle kisses on your shoulder blade and then another on your neck.

His beard would tickle you, causing you to giggle like a little girl. “People are watching.”

“Don’t care.” He would shrug you off, then kiss your warm cheek.

Then you would bid your adieu to the party guests and head to his mansion where he would fuck you till the sun would rise. He was insatiable – the way his body moved, like a god really, a tight grip on your hips as his cock would stretch you out. And my goodness he was big. You could feel all of him as your walls would clench around his length, hissing at that first stretch.

He’d always look at you with a tinge of concern at first, breathlessly asking for your approval and for your wellbeing. As soon as you would smile up to him and give him a sign to continue, he would transform into a beast – thrusting in to you to the hilt, groaning and panting in the crook of your neck as he would come inside you. Fuck, that warmth was everything – both your fluids as you’d come together at times, the product of your pleasures to one another. You enjoyed it trickling down your thighs. It was satisfying on so many levels.

Back to the present moment, you had to press your legs together and stop yourself from thinking of all your debaucheries with Bucky.

He was paying your school debts and in return you got to enjoy all that. But that was it. You couldn’t let your mind wander as if you were a girl in love.

“It’s probably the holidays that’s making me feel like this.” You mumbled to yourself.

But really, you knew yourself better. After the million Christmas movies you’d watch every year, your one true wish was to meet the same guy all the women in the movies met. No matter how much you laughed at these cheesy movies, you loved it and you’d wish for one day to live that impossible fairy tale. Nothing was as in the movies and you knew that but damn, Bucky was something else. It was like, he did come straight out that kind of movie and with Christmas coming you, you couldn’t help but wonder whether you’ll have that happily ever after with Bucky.

You two did establish what you both wanted from this arrangement. He was looking for someone like you and well, despite you not exactly looking for someone like him, you really needed the help financially. Bucky was perfect to provide just that. A bit of sex would not hurt right? We’re two consenting adults! That’s what the two of you had agreed upon over a cheese platter and the best wine you had ever tasted. Bucky had a thing for the finer things in life. He certainly maintained high standards and quality. His demeanour oozed with those qualities. Always dressed up in a three piece suit, looking sharp and refined, he was someone you actually started to admire. You only wished you were as confident as he were. He knew that about you as he always tested and pushed your limits which resulted in you becoming much more comfortable in your own skin and you started doing things that you didn’t think you’d actually ever start doing. Bucky was not only an incredible lover but also an incredible mentor.

As your infatuating thoughts ran on, Bucky walked into the cafeteria you were in. It took you by surprise as you spotted him heading your way. You weren’t meant to see each other, not at least till he would call you. You wanted to throw yourself at him, just wrap yourself into his black coat and never leave him. Oh that would be wonderful…if only.

“Printesa mea! How great seeing you here today!” His face broke into a wide smile at you as he extended his arms to wrap them around you.

His musky, strong smell filled up your nostrils and made you tremble with need already. You loved to smell his cologne and you loved having it on you.

He chuckled as he realised that you were sniffing. “Awh, missing too much.”

You rolled your eyes at his cheekiness and withdrew away from his embrace – it was painful but you had to anyway.

“What are you doing here? I wanted to call you later to ask you something. Glad I can do it in person now.” He sat down across you and took your hands into his, his thumb brushing your knuckles gently.

“Oh?” You giggled softly then composed yourself with a sigh. “Well, I’m trying to finish off this last assignment before the holiday season comes up. It’s my favourite month and I want to enjoy it as much as I can with few uni distractions. Thankfully classes are ending soon as well.”

“A Christmas lover, I see…well, I’ve figured I guess.” He squeezed your hand as he chuckled once again.

“How on earth would you know that about me?” You laughed in disbelief with him.

“I just do. And it suits you really. I love the way your eyes light up when you’re excited about something. Your positive energy and your Christmas energy just go hand in hand, I guess? If this makes sense.” He squinted his eyes with a shrug.

“Alright, yeah, I guess I can take that.” You chuckled once again, not forgetting the way he spoke about you in a certain way. He clearly notices you.

“Anyway, I know that this might be farfetched or something but I was wondering whether you wanted to spend Christmas together? I mean, I know you’ve got your friends but you never really spoke about your family and I would understand if you’d want to go visit them...but I don’t know and well…”

…well what?” You teased slightly but your heart was ready to jump out of your sweater, your palms were sweating and Bucky realised that too as he looked down at your hands.

“I mean, I know that this is not…you know, us, conventional and all that but I don’t really have anyone…I…you know, I’m only seeing you so I just thought we could be together you know? For the holidays? I’ll give you more money and I’ll take you Christmas shopping too.”

You had never seen Bucky the way he were right now in front of you. He was rambling, fidgeting his long legs and you were certain that he was looking past you as he was speaking. He was avoiding eye contact with you because he was feeling uncomfortable. What was he truly trying to say?  Why the sudden change in appearance?

“Um, okay. I would like that Buck.” You wanted to scream from the top of your lungs. Aside from the fact that Bucky was feeling uncomfortable or nervous or whatever you were happily screaming inside. This was turning into a reality – you were having your chick flick, Christmas movie moment. You were getting to spend Christmas with the man that you were yearning for. The man that made you feel so many things all at once.

“Really?” His nervous look turned into relief as he leaned back in his seat as if he finally got something out of his chest.

“But why were you rambling about it? I mean, you know I have no issues at all with wanting to spend time with you, even during Christmas. My family is complicated and one day I will tell you all about it. Otherwise, I’m happy to be with you, you know…” You trailed off, now the one feeling somewhat nervous but also proud of yourself for being direct. Bucky was really rubbing off on you.

“I know, I’m sorry. I do not know what came over me.” He shook his head as a light laugh passed from his lips. “You’re a beautiful woman, printesa mea, and I didn’t think you’d want to spend the festive season with an old man like me.” He said running his fingers through his cottonlike dark hair.

His words took you by surprise, but you wanted to hide it and for some reason you were feeling cheeky quite quickly as you came up with quite the comeback, “Daddy, I promise you that I’m really going to enjoy myself with you.”

You couldn’t wait to jump onto his lap and have your way with him. Maybe he could fuck you with your Santa hat on or with your merry Christmas dress on…you’ll have to get it for him for sure. Oh…all the fun that you two will be having is going to be endless.

[duuhrayliegh]

can i request a sebby x singer!reader fluff 🥺🥺

welcomed surprise

pairing: sebastian stan x singer!reader

warnings: none, prob bad writing from writers block

a/n: i have so many WIPs it’s not even funny anymore, this was something that i worked on for THREE WEEKS and then left for another TWO and finally gave up, i wanted this to be longer but i simply can’t get over my writers block for some reason. i’m working on a pornstar!au for bucky x reader but we’ll see how that one comes along. in the meantime enjoy this drabble one-shot about Sebastian x singer!reader

no beta’d, all mistakes are my own. i do not give permission to repost or translate my work anywhere.

you can find more about sebastian x singer!reader here!!

“I’ve got to call Sebastian, he’s gonna flip!” 

Your words slur together a bit, the sheer exhaustion of touring finally catching up to you. You prop the phone against the dingy bathroom of the green room. You were still a smaller artist-- gaining traction due to the size of your online following-- so booking venues meant that you were playing smaller bars with less than fantastic amenities. You couldn’t care less though. You were doing exactly what you thought you were going to be whenever you were younger, just took you a smidge longer than you thought. 

“Hey pasărea.”

Sebastian’s usual chipper tone was dampened and his screen was dark and pixelated. 

“Oh I’m sorry, did I wake you up?”

Guilt starts to weave itself into your bones. Usually Sebastian would be going to at least three or four of your shows, but his shooting schedule for his latest movie isn’t giving him any rest time. 

“No, you’re okay birdie. I was just starting to lay down.” You hear him clear his throat and shuffle to sit up, the covers ruffling as he moves. “What’s up, pasărea mea.?” 

“I was just calling to let you know that I got nominated for an award.” 

You listen as Sebastian lets out a small gasp and then a swell of congratulations and I’m so proud of you’s. 

“You deserve it pasărea mea., really everything you’ve worked for is coming together.”

“Thank you, Bastian.” 

You pick up the phone and sit on the closed toilet seat, the cold porcelain was a stark contrast to your heated skin. 

“When is your next break?” 

Sebastian’s question didn’t have a simple answer. While on tour you weren’t granted many days off. But this is the life of a performing artist, you knew what you were signing up-- at least, that was when you were single.

“I’m not sure, I can send you our tour schedule again, but I don’t think that we have any free days for a while.”

He hums in disappointment, but you know it’s not directed at you as much as the situation. Even though you wanted to stay on the phone with Sebastian forever, you knew that you needed to help pack up everything and load the tour bus.

“I love you, Bastian. That’s all that I wanted to tell you.”

“I love you too, pasărea mea.. Send me that schedule whenever you can. Get some sleep love, I can tell you’re exhausted.” 

The rest of the night was a blur after you said your goodbyes with Sebastian. Much of the same-- packing cases and gear into the van and then falling asleep in entirely too close of quarters with your bandmates.

***

About two weeks later,  you’re posting about being nominated and soon  hundreds of comments are pouring in, congratulating you on your success and promising to vote for you whenever the polls open up. 

Your next venue was yet another bar, with fans already lining up hours before the show. You sneak out after your soundcheck to have a quick chat and take a few photos with them. You made sure to have a few crew members pass out waters to them-- being one of those dedicated fans before you know exactly what it’s like to stand outside for hours on end.

“Are you ready for the show tonight?” 

You ask a group of girls as you sign their notebook and accept a drawing they made of you.

“OMG, yes! We’re so ready!”

“And I bet you’re excited for tonight too, right?” 

“I’m always excited when I get to perform for you guys!” You answer her quickly as you move back up to the bar’s entrance. “Look I’ve got to go, guys. But I’ll see you inside in just a few!”

***

The show went off without a hitch and this was quite possibly the loudest venue yet. It was so gratifying to hear the crowd yell your lyrics back to you. You’re out of breath by the last song of the night, introducing it in between pants.

“This next song is probably one of my favorites.” You walk the stage as you talk, waving at a few fans during the pauses. “It’s the one that really earned me my fame, at least some semblance of fame that is. Y’all remember Bucky Barnes?”

The band starts playing 3.10 as your stage manager counts you in for the first line. This is definitely one of your favorite songs to sing on tour. You shove the microphone into its stand as you mentally prepare yourself for the higher range you wrote just for touring. The crowd became a sea of lights as each person held up the flashlights of their phones.

The crowd cheers loudly as they point toward the left side of the stage. You remove your in-ear to hear what they’re yelling. Turning toward your right you want to burst into tears. 

There are times in life whenever the world around you stops. Noises fade, the people around you slow and even the birds stop singing and the crickets stop chirping. You thought that you’d never experience that outside of Sebastian proposing. Turns out that after four months apart from your fiance can cause some interesting reactions.

He steps forward as he shields his eyes from the bright stage lights. You cover your mouth as Sebastian wraps his arms around your torso. Your eyes begin to water as his grip around you tightens and the crowd roars. Sebastian presses a smile into your shoulder as you sob into his chest. 

The chords of the chorus to 3.10 continue on a loop as the two of you hug, but on the third go-round you back up enough from him to hold the microphone in-between you and Sebastian. His eyes never leave yours as the melodic notes drift over the crowd. 

Your in-ear bounced against your collarbone as you continued singing and you were sure that the microphone was picking up Sebastian’s small hums to the melody. His deep baritone complimented your own voice in a harmony that caused a soft hush to fall over the audience. 

The final drum beats sounded as your forehead leaned against Sebastian’s with tears streaming down your face. Your brows furrowed as you looked for anything to ground you to his being. His hands shifted to your jaw to wipe away the tear lines with his thumbs. 

“Now you know these aren’t the kind of tears I like.”

The audience roared as Sebastian’s words boomed over the speakers. Yeah, to say that show was interesting was saying the least.

[sebstanaddict]

Love Song

Sebastian Stan x Reader Story

Summary : A romantic comedy story between Sebastian Stan and female reader where we witness their journey after they said I do.

Having successfully prevented Sebastian from seeing her picture with Jude Law and Zac, her ex, at Zac's concert, Y/n thought she was safe. But during lunch at a restaurant she accidentally bumped into Zac. Will he cause trouble again for her?

Pairings : Sebastian Stan x Female!Reader

Chapters : 10/18 (might add more)

Chapter List >

Warning : angst, jealousy

Word count : 6.9k

This is a sequel to my first Sebastian fic Always You. If you want to understand more about Sebastian's and reader's relationship, please read it first. But it's not necessary to understand this story. Check it here.

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Chapter 10 - Trouble

Oh no, I see

A spider web is tangled up with me

And I lost my head

And thought of all the stupid things I'd said

Oh no, what's this?

A spider web and I'm caught in the middle

So I turned to run

The thought of all the stupid things I've done

And I, I never meant to cause you trouble

And I, I never meant to do you wrong

And I, well if I ever caused you trouble

Oh no, I never meant to do you harm

Trouble - Coldplay

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Amstelhaven Restaurant, Amsterdam, The Netherlands - May 16th, 2 pm

Y/n continued to stare at Zac. Her heart pounded hard in her chest as she looked at him.

Oh no.. what is he doing here?! Y/n thought in disbelief. Out of all the restaurants in Amsterdam how could she choose the one where Zac also visited at the same time? It was mind boggling.

She quickly pulled out a sunglasses and a cap from her bag and put them on. She then turned her head away from Zac, hoping he didn't notice her.

Zac was sitting about three tables away from her with his bandmates. He had his back to her but she recognized his shoulder length dirty blonde hair and she also knew his bandmates. So it really was Zac.

For a moment she contemplated on what to do. She had finished eating and Starlene only had one more bitterballen left to eat. She could just go now and avoid being noticed by Zac. So she waved her hand to call the waitress and gestured to her that she wanted the check.

"Sorry Starlene, I'm gonna have to finish this for you." She popped the last bitterballen in her mouth and looked at Starlene who was sitting on her lap. Starlene looked up at her and put her tiny hand on her cheek. She gave her a look as if saying she understood, making Y/n smile.

The check finally came and she paid. After she was done paying she picked Starlene up from her lap and stood up. As she got up from the chair Starlene's legs swung over the table and knocked the glass of iced tea down. The tea spilled onto her pants, leaving them wet. Starlene was startled and started crying. Soon everyone on the tables around her turned to look at them. Including Zac!

She could feel her face went beet red as everyone paid attention to her. She glanced at Zac and saw that Zac's eyes showed recognition. She cursed internally and sat back down while rocking Starlene gently, trying to soothe her. A waitress came and helped her clean up the mess and thankfully Starlene stopped crying gradually.

"Y/n?" A male voice called her name gently.

She looked up and saw Zac, standing in front of her with a concerned look on his face.

"Uh.. hi Zac." Y/n replied and smiled at him sheepishly.

"I thought you already left Amsterdam." He said, his eyebrows raised.

"Yeah, Starlene was still sick when it was time to go to Cannes, so we thought it's better that we stay here until she's better." She replied.

"Oh okay. Is she better now?" He asked.

"Yeah, thankfully she's better." She replied.

"Oh that's good. So.. where's Sebastian?" Zac asked as he looked around seemingly trying to find Sebastian.

"He's at Cannes." She responded. She could feel a slight pang in her heart as she said it.

"Oh, I assumed he would have cancelled seeing how Starlene is sick." Zac said in surprise.

"Well, it's important for him to be there. It's his first time being executive producer. It's a big deal. He can't miss it." She defended him even though deep down she was also really disappointed that Sebastian chose his job than his family.

"I see. Do you mind if I sit?" He asked.

"Well, I was just about to leave.." she said but Zac cut her off.

"I just want to talk to you a bit. Catch up you know. I missed you." He said, giving her puppy dog eyes.

Her heart pounded hard in her chest as she looked up at Zac. He gave her a wide smile, a smile that always successfully melted her heart every time she saw it.

"Please Y/n.. for old time's sake?" He pleaded.

She sighed in defeat. Maybe she could entertain him for a couple of minutes then she would go.

"Oh alright. You may sit down." She finally said making Zac's face brightened immediately.

"Thanks." He said and he took a seat across from her.

"So.. how are you?" Zac asked, looking at her intently making her heart skipped a beat.

Stop it Y/n! She scolded herself internally. How could she still react like this towards Zac? She broke her heart years ago. She should hate him. But looking at him with his beautiful blonde locks, warm brown eyes and a charming smile made her knees feel like jelly. Good thing she wore sunglasses so he couldn't see her eyes which she was sure would give out how she stared adoringly at him.

No! You are married to Sebastian Stan, the most gorgeous man on earth. You should stop feeling like this towards another man. She reminded herself.

"I'm good. How are you?" She finally replied.

"I'm good.. I'm good.. especially now that I see you." He winked at her.

Butterflies flew in her stomach as she looked at him, and she could feel warmth crawling from her neck to her cheeks. She must be blushing furiously.

No.. no.. this can't be happening! She scolded herself again.

"I'm sorry, do you mind watching Starlene for a minute? I need to go the restroom and clean this up." She said, gesturing to her wet pants. She also needed to pull herself together. She thought in desperation.

"Oh! Okay, sure. Come here Starlene, sit with uncle Zac." He said, extending his hand to her.

"Mommy will be back soon, okay my baby girl? Play with uncle Zac." She said. Then she stood up and put Starlene on Zac's lap. She gave him a squishy baby toy to entertain her then she quickly left them.

The restroom was thankfully empty. She went to the mirror, took off her sunglasses, set it aside and looked at her pants. They were soaked with the iced tea, making her look as if she just peed in her pants. She shook her head and pulled some toilet paper from a nearby stall and started dabbing her pants with it, which did almost nothing to make her look like she didn't pee in her pants. She shook her head then decided to dry it off with the hand drier, which was hung on the wall by the exit. It was thankfully located where she could still easily put her pants under.

She was in the middle of seriously drying her pants, feeling her crotch burning from the heat and looking stupid while doing it when the door to the restroom was opened. An old lady was startled to look at her. The lady glanced at her pants and back at her face. She was so embarrassed to be caught doing something like this but she could only look back at the lady and gave her a sheepish smile.

"Maak je geen zorgen, schat. Schaam je niet. Naarmate we ouder worden, wordt het steeds moeilijker om het binnen te houden."

("Don't worry, dear. Don't be embarrassed. As we get older it is increasingly difficult to hold it in.") She said in Dutch and smiled at her in understanding.

"Dank je."

("Thank you.") She said, not understanding at all what the lady was saying.

The lady smiled and entered one of the stalls.

She sighed and continued drying her pants. It took a while until her pants looked dry enough. She hoped her crotch hadn't gotten a burn. It felt agonizing! She also hoped Starlene was okay and not cranky being with Zac.

Once she was satisfied with the level of dryness of her pants, she moved to the washbasin and splashed some water on her face. She then dried her face with some toilet paper and looked at herself in the mirror.

"Okay. Pull yourself together. You're married to the most handsome and sexy man in the world. You are not allowed to feel attraction to any other man. Especially not your ex. That's just unacceptable! So, go out there and face Zac like you're just with a friend. Nothing more. And kick him as soon as you can. You don't need to be adding more problems in your life right now." She scolded herself as she remembered that there were pictures of her and Zac out there without Sebastian that could make people think bad about herself.

The lady that caught her when she was drying her pants suddenly appeared next to her. Whatever she did she apparently just finished. She completely forgot about her when she gave herself the pep talk!

The lady gave her a smile as she washed her hands in the washbasin, making her blush.

She must think I'm crazy talking to myself and peeing my pants. She thought in embarrassment.

The lady then dried her hand and finally left her alone, but not before patting her shoulder and telling her that everything was going to be alright. The lady thankfully said it in English so she understood what the lady was saying.

Once the lady was out of the restroom, she turned to look back at the mirror and put on her sunglasses again.

"Okay. Time to go out and deal with him." She took a deep breath and went out of the restroom.

When she arrived at her table, Zac had Starlene sitting on his lap facing her. He seemed to be playing peek-a-boo with her, making various silly faces. Starlene laughed and giggled looking at Zac's silly face everytime he appeared from behind his hand.

"Da-da.." Starlene suddenly said and she put her hands on Zac's cheeks.

Her heart stung as she heard Starlene saying that. Zac looked as surprised as she was. Her first words was 'Da-da' and she said it to the wrong man!? She felt really guilty towards Sebastian. She would never tell him of course. It would devastate him.

"Y/n, you're back!" Zac greeted her as she leaned down to pick Starlene up from his lap.

"Yeah. Thanks for watching her for me, Zac. Sorry if I left a little too long." She said as she sat across from him.

"No, it's okay. We had fun." He smiled and she couldn't help but feel warmth in her heart. She wondered what kind of father Zac would be.

Stop it! She scolded herself again for thinking something like that.

"Anyway, I don't know if you heard it, but I think Starlene said something like.. 'Da-da'." Zac said, a small smile on his lips.

"Oh, did she? Well.. she said that to any man, really. Not just you." She lied. She didn't want Zac to feel he was special.

"Oh, I see. So she started speaking already. That's awesome." He gave her a genuine smile.

"Yeah, it is." She smiled back even though deep down she also felt a little jealousy towards Zac. She thought Starlene's first words would be 'Ma-ma', she deserved to be Starlene's first word. If Starlene was big enough she would have scolded her back at their hotel, but of course she couldn't.

Traitor. She grumbled internally as she looked down at Starlene who was giving her an innocent look.

"So.." Zac trailed.

"So.." She trailed.

"Did you manage to clean your pants?" He asked.

"Uh.. yeah. I dried it with the hand dryer." She replied.

Zac laughed out loud, making her smile sheepishly.

"That must have been interesting." He stated.

"Oh yeah. My crotch felt like it was on fire. Then this old lady came in and I think she thought I had peed in my pants. It just got worse."

Zac laughed even louder this time and she couldn't help but laugh along with him.

"Oh Y/n.. I forgot how funny you could be. I miss that." He said as he wiped some tears from the corner of his eyes.

She had made him laugh until he was crying? She thought with a little pride in her heart. To be honest she kind of missed this too with Zac. She and Zac shared the same sense of humor and they often made each other laugh. Not that Sebastian didn't make her laugh. He did, but it just felt different.

For about half an hour they ended up chatting and joking, exchanging stories about what they had done since they broke up and reminiscing a little about the times they spent together years ago.

"Are you happy?" He asked slowly after she was finished telling him about the job she currently had.

"I am. I'm happy, Zac." She replied.

"I mean.. not just with the job. But with everything. I mean, you have a baby and a husband. That must be exciting but maybe hard as well." He said.

She sighed. Why was he asking her this? She thought. She couldn't tell him that she was unhappy. Well, she was mostly happy but this honeymoon had been particularly challenging for her. And Sebastian's stubborness in prioritizing his job really didn't help in assuring her that she was happy. But there was no way she could spill it all out to Zac. Or.. could she?

She sighed and stared at Zac. His eyes gazed at her warmly and she couldn't help but feel comfortable with him. Maybe she could tell him. Just, not too much. She thought.

"Well, it is exciting to be a mom and a wife. Absolutely! I adore both of them. But like with any family, there are always problems. And.. I guess.. our little family's problems are starting to show. You know." She said dejectedly.

Zac nodded. "I'm sure you're holding some resentment towards Sebastian for leaving you alone with a sick child."

"Well.. I hate to admit it but.. yeah. I mean.. who wouldn't. But I know how important the Cannes Film Festival is for him especially since he's the executive producer for the movie. I need to support him even if it means I'm left to take care of a sick baby on my own. It's nothing I haven't done in the past anyway." She shrugged, remembering the three months she took care of Starlene by herself.

Zac gazed at her, looking at her with adoration and admiration, making her heart fluttered around wildly.

"You're an amazing woman, Y/n. Sebastian is so stupid for not being able to see that and appreciate that." He said, making her heart skipped a beat.

What are you doing, Zac?! She thought in disbelief. These are the things he wasn't supposed to say to her. She didn't know how to respond to that so she just stayed quiet, but she could feel her cheeks warm, she must be blushing furiously.

"I love seeing you blush, Y/n. You look so pretty when you do." Zac smiled at her.

Her heart went into somersaults as she heard Zac saying that, but she also felt immense guilt in her heart. What Zac had said reminded her so much of what Sebastian often say to her. This was wrong. Really wrong. She thought. She leaned back in her chair and avoided Zac's gaze but opted to look to their left, to the river Amstel as she tried to calm herself down.

"Sorry if I made you somewhat uncomfortable." Zac said, noticing the shift in her mood.

"It's okay, Zac." She sighed and finally turned to look at him.

"What about you? Are you happy?" She asked curiously. She had been wondering if Zac was happy after breaking up with her to pursue a better career for himself. Was it worth leaving her? She sometimes wondered. Deep down she hoped it wasn't and that Zac was suffering for leaving her. But seeing how his band had gotten more popular over the years, it seemed it was just wishful thinking on her part. Especially since he never contacted her again after they broke up. He left her just like that.

"I can't say I'm 100% happy. I mean.. I'm grateful that our band had gotten where we are now and I'm happy about that, but.. something's missing, you know." He sighed and gazed at her with regret in his eyes.

"Well, success comes with a price." She stated coldly. She was glad Zac was suffering somehow. She remembered the times she cried over him for days after they finally broke up and felt like she was worthless, like no one really loved her. The pain never really went away.

Zac sighed as they exchanged knowing looks.

"I'm sorry.. Y/n.. I wish things were different between us.. but.. we both wanted different things. So.." he said, putting his hand behind his neck nervously.

"Yeah, we did. There's no regret from me, Zac. We're just.. not meant to be." She said pointedly.

"I guess." He responded as he stared at her with sadness in his eyes.

"In any case, I.. umm.. now that we've met.. I was hoping we could stay friends, you know." He said.

She gazed at him in disbelief. After all these years of not contacting her he suddenly wanted to be friends?

"I'm sorry Zac, I don't think it's a good idea." She said.

"Why not?" He asked, his eyebrows raised.

"For one thing, I don't want to give the wrong impression to Seb. He.. he's kind of jealous of you. That's why I didn't tell him that I went to see your concert." She explained.

"Ah.. okay. So that's why you seemed to be really freaked out the other day." He said giving her a side smile.

She didn't answer him but just gave him a glare.

"Right. Yeah. I was hoping we could be friends. But if you're uncomfortable with it then it's fine." He said.

"Good." She nodded in satisfaction.

Russel, one of Zac's bandmates suddenly appeared next to them.

"Hey Y/n. How are you?" Russell asked, smiling at her.

"I'm good Russell, thanks." She smiled back and Russell nodded.

"Zac, we're leaving now. Are you coming?" Russell asked, turning to Zac.

"You guys go on ahead. I'll catch up with you guys later." Zac said.

"No, Zac, you should go. I was just about to leave anyway when I spilled that iced tea." She said.

"Oh, I'll walk you to your hotel then." Zac said.

"No, it's okay, I can go back to the hotel by myself, thanks." She said.

"I insist, Y/n. Amsterdam isn't really safe for a woman and a child to walk around alone. I'll walk you back to your hotel. Russell, I'll meet you guys back at the hotel." He said, turning to Russell.

"Okay then. Nice to see you again, Y/n." Russell said, turning to Y/n.

"Likewise, Russell." She smiled at him then Russell finally left.

"Zac, I seriously can go back to the hotel by myself." She said as she picked Starlene up from her lap and put her on her stroller.

"I know you can but like I said, it's better if you have some company. That way anyone who might have thought of maybe robbing you or something would think twice seeing you're with me." He reasoned.

"Oh alright." She finally gave up and they headed towards the exit of the restaurant.

He did have a point, she thought as they walked back towards her hotel. She would just allow him to walk her until they're at the hotel's entrance then she would ask him to leave. No big deal. She tried to convince herself.

Her hotel wasn't far from the restaurant so it didn't take them long to reach it. She stopped at the entrance and turned to Zac.

"Thanks for walking me back here, Zac." She said, smiling at him.

"You're welcome, Y/n." He smiled back.

Then he leaned down to Starlene's level and kissed her cheek.

"Good bye, sweetie. Be good to your mom and dad, okay." He said, pinching her cheek playfully.

Starlene looked up at him and said "Da-da" making Zac chuckle.

"I'm not your daddy but I can be your uncle if your mommy allows me to." He said, glancing at Y/n.

Y/n could feel the sting again in her heart. Starlene was such a traitor, she grumbled internally. She decided to ignore what just happened. She didn't want Zac to feel what he wasn't supposed to feel.

"Sorry but we have to go inside." She said, eager to be away from him.

"Yeah. Take care Y/n." He said with a slight sadness in his eyes. He gave her a brief hug and kissed her cheek. Her breath hitched as his lips touched her cheek. She could smell his cologne which had not changed after all these years, bringing back memories of all the times they spent together. Her heart pounded hard in her chest as he stepped back and smiled at her.

"Bye Y/n, bye Starlene." He said, waving his hand a little at them.

"Bye, Zac." She said, giving him one last smile.

Zac finally turned around and left, leaving her feeling glad but sad at the same time. She couldn't deny that she still had a little love for him, but she really should forget about it. She was married to Sebastian, the love of her life. She was happy with him and Starlene. Even though he wasn't here with them now, but he had been there for her all these years. She was sure the Cannes Film Festival would just be the last time he left them on this honeymoon. He did promise her that. So she should just be patient and enjoy her time with just Starlene for the next 24 hours. He would be back tomorrow. It would feel like he hadn't left at all. She thought as she entered the hotel and trying hard to forget about Zac.

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The Intercontinental Amstel Hotel, Amsterdam, The Netherlands - May 16th, 6.00 pm

For a few hours that day Y/n spent it trying to make Starlene speak again. She showed pictures and videos of Sebastian on her cellphone and taught her to say Da-da again. But Starlene just looked at her innocently and didn't say a single word except some garbled baby sounds. She also tried to teach her to say Mama but Starlene just wouldn't say it. After a while she finally gave up and just let Starlene play with her baby toys while she watched some TV.

She leaned back on the sofa, flipping through channels when she caught a glimpse of her husband's bright smile. There was apparently some news coverage about the Cannes Film Festival on a French TV channel. Her heart skipped a beat as she looked at him. Sebastian looked so dapper and handsome wearing a black tuxedo and sunglasses on the red carpet. He waved and smiled to the camera while the photographers relentlessly took pictures of him, showering him with bright flashes.

"Starlene, look! There's daddy!" She exclaimed out loud, pointing her hand to the TV. Starlene looked up from the baby toy she was playing and smiled as she looked at Sebastian. She then extended her hand up towards the TV.

"Yup! There's daddy.. say Da-dy.. or Da-da.." she coaxed, but Starlene just stayed silent.

"Oh Starlene, why won't you say Da-da again?" She sighed.

Suddenly Starlene crawled down to the floor and towards the TV. Then she stood up and put her hands up on the TV, her tiny hands touched the screen right when Sebastian was shown on close up.

"Da-da." Starlene said, making Y/n's heart jumped in her chest.

"Yes! That's Da-da, Starlene. That's right!" She was so ecstatic that Starlene finally said it again, and to the right man this time!

She quickly picked up her cellphone and took a video of Starlene who still had her hands on the TV. The TV was showing Sebastian, Renate, Adam Pearson his co-star and Aaron Schimberg, the director of the movie A Different Man, being interviewed.

"Starlene, say it again. Say 'Da-da'." She coaxed as she continued shooting a video of her.

"Da-da.. Da-da.." she said and she giggled as Sebastian's face was shown on the TV screen.

"Smart girl, that's it Starlene. That's Da-da." She said excitedly.

"Now say Ma-ma.. Ma-ma.. I'm your Ma-ma, Starlene." She said, pointing at herself.

Starlene looked up at her and said. "Da-da.. Da-da.."

"No, I'm Ma-ma.. Ma-ma.." she repeated as she continued pointing at herself.

"Da-da.." Starlene kept on saying.

"Yes, that's Da-da.." she said, pointing to the TV. "This is Ma-ma.. Ma-ma.." she said, pointing at herself.

Starlene turned to look at her and said "Da-da.."

She sighed and stopped taking the video of Starlene.

"Well, I guess for now you just wanna say Da-da. That's fine, Starlene. Sooner or later you'll say Mama. Now I'm going to send this to Da-da. He'll be really ecstatic that he's your first word." She said as she swiped the screen of her cellphone, wanting to send the video to Sebastian.

Her heart dropped to her stomach as she saw the messages she had sent to Sebastian that day. All of them had not been read except the very first one when she sent him a good morning message. He had replied saying good morning as well, but after that he had not replied nor read any of her messages. Well, he must be really busy. There were supposed to be a press conference as well as interviews in addition to the screening of the movie. It must be hard for him to find time to check his cellphone. She thought, trying to ease the disappointment in her heart.

She decided to keep sending the video of Starlene along with a short message.

"Iubirea mea, you won't believe it! Starlene just said her first word! And YOU are her first word! I wish you were here to listen to it yourself. We miss you. Hope you're okay. Please contact me back as soon as you can. I love you."

She sighed as she pressed the send button. She then turned her attention back to the TV but it was already showing something else. Starlene already crawled back to the sofa and played with her toy again.

"I hope your dad will see the video soon, Starlene. I'm sure he'll be really happy seeing it." she said as she sat back down on the sofa.

Several hours later, after she and Starlene had eaten dinner and Starlene was finally asleep, she checked her cellphone again but Sebastian still had not read nor replied her messages. She felt a little deja vu. She remembered the last time he completely ignored her was when he was still stuck in a fake relationship with Ana and was blackmailed to cut off all communication with her. She felt her heart stung as she remembered the event. Surely this time there should be nothing or no one holding him back from contacting her except his work. Or was there? Doubt started to seep into her heart.

She shook her head and flopped down on the sofa. She decided to watch some Jude Law movies again to distract herself from the negative thoughts that had started to appear in her mind.

She decided to watch one of Jude's older movies, Closer, but watching it didn't help her at all in distracting her from the negative thoughts in her mind. The movie's subject matter which was about infidelity and relationships between two couples added more suspicion and negative thoughts in her mind.

In the movie Jude's character managed to cheat on his long time girlfriend for a year before finally confessing it to her. Watching it made her sick in the stomach. What if Sebastian was cheating on her with Renate? He seemed so adamant on meeting her a couple of days ago, and now he was in Cannes with her. He had every opportunity to cheat on her if he wanted to.

She shook her head vigorously, trying to clear her head from the negative thoughts. Well, she wasn't entirely innocent either. She had been seeing Zac behind Sebastian's back even though she only deliberately did it once and that nothing happened. She still felt kind of guilty about it.

She decided to turn the TV off and just go to sleep. It was almost 10 pm anyway. It was no good drowning herself in all these negative thoughts, she better go to sleep and forget everything.

She got up and headed towards the bedroom when her cellphone rang. Her heart leapt out of her chest as she heard it. It must be Sebastian! She thought excitedly as she pulled out her cellphone from her pants' pocket and pressed the green button without even looking at the caller on the screen.

"Hi Iubirea mea.." She greeted him.

"Uh.. hi Y/n.. it's me." Instead of Sebastian's voice, Zac's voice came out of the speaker instead. Her heart sank as she heard him. What did he want? She sighed in disappointment.

"Oh, hi Zac. Sorry, I thought you were Sebastian. I didn't check the caller." She said.

"Oh.. yeah. It's okay. I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm in front of your hotel. I have something for you. Just a little parting gift. Could you tell me your room number so I could give it to you?" Zac asked.

She shook her head in disbelief. Why was it so hard to get rid of him? She started to feel really uncomfortable about it. However, she didn't want to seem rude.

"Oh, that's so nice of you Zac. You don't have to." She replied.

"Oh, it's nothing. Anyway, what's your room number?" He asked.

"It's 301." She replied.

"Okay, I'm coming up." He said.

"Okay, Zac." She said then they hung up.

Several minutes later she heard a knock on the door. She quickly went to the front door and opened it. Zac stood in front of her, smiling wide at her.

"Hi Y/n.. I'm sorry to come here so late." Zac said sheepishly.

"It's okay, Zac. I was just about to go to sleep." She said.

"Oh okay. I'll be quick then." He said nervously.

"I.. uh.. I went with my bandmates earlier today to buy some souvenirs for people back home and I saw this and thought of Starlene." he said as he showed her a teddy bear wearing a traditional Dutch costume. He then extended it to her, offering it to her.

"Oh, Zac. That's so thoughtful of you. Thank you, but I can't accept it." she said. She was touched that Zac thought of Starlene, but this was wrong.

"Why not? I just want to give her something to remember me by." He said, his face fell.

"Zac.. it's not that I don't appreciate your attention to Starlene, but.. I'm with Sebastian now. What you're doing is just.. wrong." She said pointedly.

"I'm sorry." He said as he put the teddy bear back into a shopping bag.

"It's okay, Zac. Thank you anyway." She smiled and Zac smiled back.

"Can I.. can I come in for a minute? I need to use the restroom." He said sheepishly.

"Oh, sure. Come on in." She said. She had a bad feeling about this but it would be rude not to allow him to come in.

She opened the door wide and Zac let himself in.

"The restroom is over there." She said, pointing towards the door of the restroom.

"Okay, thanks." Zac put down the shopping bag on the floor and went to the restroom, leaving her to stare at him in confusion.

Moments later he came out, smiling at her, making her heart skipped a beat.

Stop it! She scolded herself internally. She hated that Zac still gave her that effect.

"Thanks for allowing me to use your restroom." Zac said, stopping in front of her.

"Sure, Zac." She said, smiling at him.

"Well.. is Starlene asleep?" He asked.

"Yeah, she's asleep." She said.

"What were you doing before I came?" He asked.

"Oh.. just watching a movie." She replied, wondering where Zac was going with this.

"Care to tell me what movie?" He asked.

"It was Closer, one of Jude Law's movies. Do you know it?" She asked.

"Ah yes, I've seen it. Julia Roberts and Natalie Portman are in it too, right?" He asked.

"Yeah, and Clive Owen." She replied.

"Oh, that's right." He responded. "Do you.. like it?"

"Not so much. But their acting are superb, as always. I just don't agree with what the characters are doing to themselves. It's sad and tragic." She sighed.

"Hmm.. Love can be complicated, isn't it?" He asked.

"I guess.." She said. She really wondered now where Zac was going with this.

"Zac, I'm sorry. It's late, I was about to go to sleep before you came. Maybe it's time for you to leave." She said.

"Y/n.. before I go.. can I ask you something?" He asked, looking at her intently, making butterflies flew in her stomach.

"Umm.. sure." She finally replied.

"Do you.. do you still have feelings for me?" He asked slowly, looking down at her with hope in his eyes.

Her heart seemed to stop as she heard his question. She thought she did a good job in hiding it from Zac, but he could still sense it. She couldn't tell him that she still had feelings for him. Of course not!

"Zac.. I.." She looked up at his warm brown eyes, her heart pounded hard in her chest. He was looking at her with hooded eyes, love and longing clear in his eyes. No! This was wrong! She scolded herself internally.

"No, I don't." She finally said with a little tremble in her voice.

"Are you.. sure?" He asked huskily as he stepped closer to her.

"I'm sure, Zac." She said as she looked up at him while her heart kept doing somersaults in her chest.

"Then.. why did you come and see me the other day and not tell Sebastian?" He asked with a glint in his eyes.

"Well.. I.. I didn't tell him because I don't want him to be jealous. You know he's really jealous of you, Zac." She replied.

"He wouldn't have a reason to be jealous if you don't have feelings for me. And you wouldn't hesitate to tell him if you don't have feelings for me, but.. you do.. don't you?" He said as he stepped even closer to her and put his hands around her waist.

She froze as she felt Zac's hands on her waist. She felt paralyzed as Zac leaned down and planted a soft kiss on her lips. She closed her eyes and memories of their time together flooded her mind as he deepened their kiss. Suddenly she could see Sebastian's face in her mind, his eyes looked at her in anguish. She opened her eyes and pushed Zac away from her, breaking the kiss. Then she slapped him in the face, startling him.

"Get out!" She yelled, her heart beating fast in her chest.

"Get out now, Zac!" She yelled again when Zac didn't react.

"Y/n.. I could feel that you still have feelings for me. Why won't you just admit it?" He pleaded as he rubbed his cheek where she had just slapped him.

"Even if I do still like you, I'm married, Zac!" She replied in frustration.

"But are you happy? Are you happy with Sebastian?" He asked.

"I am! I'm happy with him." She said, her voice shook.

"Are you sure? He left you alone Y/n. He left you alone with a sick child on your honeymoon! How can you still be happy with him when he treated you like that?" He looked at her intently, his eyebrows furrowed in concern.

Tears started to fall from her eyes as his words punctured deep in her heart.

"Come back with me, Y/n. I'll make you happy. I'll make you and Starlene happy. I will never leave you like Sebastian does." Zac said, reaching out to touch her hand but she jerked her hand back from him.

"You already left me, Zac. Years ago. You made it clear you love your career more than me. How can you say you won't leave me when you already did!" She yelled as the heartbreak she felt years ago came washing over her.

"I'm sorry, Y/n.. I'm sorry. I've changed now. I'll change. You and Starlene will be number one for me, Y/n. Just please.. leave Sebastian and be with me. I can't live without you, Y/n. You're all I think about. You're the only woman for me.." He pleaded.

She stood frozen as she heard what he was saying. He couldn't be serious. After all these years that he never contacted her he suddenly wanted her back?

"I.. I can't, Zac. I'm sorry. I love Sebastian. I don't.. I don't love you anymore.." She said slowly as tears continued to fall from her eyes.

"I ruined it didn't I?" He said, looking at her sadly.

"You ruined it years ago." She said as she wiped the tears falling from her eyes. His face fell as she said those words and his eyes started to water. He did ruin it between them when he chose his career over her.

"I'm sorry." He said as he wiped the tears from his eyes.

"I forgive you, Zac. Now please, just.. go and never contact me again." She said as she pulled him by the arm and guided him out of the room.

His eyes looked down at her in surprise. "But.. Y/n.. we can still be friends, can't we?"

"Not after what just happened." She said, shaking her head at how stupid he could be.

"Now please, just.. go.." She pleaded, releasing her hold on his arm.

"Okay.. I'm leaving. I guess this is it, huh?" He sighed.

"Yes, Zac. This is it. Good bye." She said and she finally slammed the door shut in front of him.

She peeked through the hole on the door and saw Zac still standing there, tears streaming down his face. Her heart broke as she saw him, but there was nothing she could do. After a while he finally left, leaving her reeling in shock and anguish.

She leaned back on the door and slid down to the floor. Her heart felt tight in her chest. A mixture of anger, sadness and guilt swirled around in her heart like a tornado, consuming her from the inside. She couldn't believe what just happened. Zac was right, if she didn't still have feelings for him then why did she come to see him and not let Sebastian know? She hated to admit it but she did still have feelings for him. She knew it was wrong to feel that way but Sebastian being away and being just a prick for prioritizing his career over her really didn't help at all. Not to mention that he had been ignoring her that whole day.

She started to cry again as she remembered Sebastian. She wondered if this was going to be the norm for them moving forward. Him, going out there on film festivals with beautiful actresses by his side, leaving her to take care of Starlene by herself. Or him, working on movie sets all over the world surrounded by beautiful co-stars while she stayed home washing dishes, doing laundry and taking care of a baby and a puppy.

Tears continued to fall from her eyes as all the negative thoughts flooded her mind.

Get yourself together, Y/n! Seb promised he would be by your side after this. Just be patient and be a good wife. Don't be so weak! She scolded herself internally.

She sighed and wiped the tears from her eyes. She then pulled out her cellphone from her pants' pocket and  checked her messages, but Sebastian still had not read nor replied her messages. She decided to call him but her call went to voice mail. His phone was off.

Her heart dropped to her stomach as a million negative possibilities crowded her mind. What happened to him that made him ignore her for this long? He usually brought his cellphone everywhere with him, surely he would have just a couple of minutes to check it and reply to her messages. It was almost 11 pm. She imagined whatever events at Cannes must be already finished at that time. Where was he?

She dialled his number again but it still went to voicemail. She decided to send him another message hoping he'll contact her soon.

"Iubirea mea, where are you? Why haven't you responded to my messages? Please call me back. Please. I'm worried about you. I hope you're okay. Call me. I love you."

After sending the message she decided to check on Instagram to see if he or someone else had posted about him. She also remembered that Renate had an Instagram account. Maybe she posted something.

It turned out that Sebastian had not posted anything, so she searched Renate's Instagram account and checked her latest posts. She hadn't posted anything but she did post a story. She opened it and found that she had posted several pictures of her being in what seemed to be a party. The lighting was rather dim and she could see something like a stage behind her. When she saw the fifth picture on Renate's story she finally found him. Renate had taken a selfie of her, Adam Pearson and Sebastian at the party. Sebastian had taken off his tie and had the first button of his dress shirt off. He smiled wide at the camera. The next story was a video of him dancing with Renate. Y/n felt a sting in her heart as she saw it. Their dance was innocent as they weren't really standing too close to each other, but it still hurt seeing him with her. She couldn't believe that he would just ignore her for a whole day and went out there partying with another woman as if he didn't have a wife!

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She turned her cellphone off and almost threw it down to the floor as anger finally overcame her. She started to cry as the video of him with Renate kept flashing in her mind.

"Seb.. why are you doing this to me?" She sobbed as she laid sideways down on the floor, still holding her cellphone tight and finally let the tornado in her heart consume her completely.

Chapter 11 >

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[cevans-is-classic]

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His eyes stayed on yours, his nose buried in your pubic hair, tongue flat against you as his fingers curved, presses, strokes, his tongue, a warm firmness. 

You’d forgotten you’d repeated the song on your run, forgot about the slow dragging version of The Hills that made you feel gritty, blissed out of your mind with your head tilted towards the sky and a tightening ache in your thighs. It’d been on your list for years — you needed it when you felt shaky, your skin crawling with need — it’d been playing out loud after you returned; your phone thrown on the bed with your shirt over your head. 

It’d started again when his lips touched the small of your back, startling you, one arm going around your waist to hold you as he kissed up your spine and over your shoulder. 

“Evening.” 

Seb hummed, “Delightful. How are you feeling?”

The ache in your throat persisted, lingering even weeks later, day after day of healing, being careful not to turn the wrong way or fall down anymore stairs. You jerked as a memory of your foot slipping from beneath you flashed through your body.

“How was your run?”

Deflection. 

Sebastian knew you better than anyone should, “Refreshing. I ran past the new juice bar near the bus station, and they had a mango banana blend with pineapple juice.”

The pattern he’d been tracing over your hip widened, his thumb skimming your belly button. “Talk fruity to me, Baby.”

Your body relaxed in his hold. 

“Hey,” a nip to your thigh made you gasp, eyes opening wide, “I can feel you squeezing. How you fuck your hips faster, press closer to my tongue. Distracted even as you’re worked up enough to only need a single finger inside you-” 

Said finger stroked over you, your hips bucking up, Sebastian tongue following the movement and you shouted, back arching, fingers tugging his hair. 

Aftershocks zipped through your body, the motion of the bed moving kept you floating along with the wave. Tiny licks along your clit hit you with electricity. The pleasure caused another snap of your hips and Seb groaned loud, rough, body seizing as he came against the mattress. 

“Bastian.” When Seb looked up at you, mouth slick, his lips swollen with a glazed expression shining in his eyes, you couldn’t help reaching for him, begging him to kiss you, to hold you. 

“You’re un-fucking-real.”

A labored laugh, another heated kiss, and Seb fell onto his back next to you. 

“Last I checked I was here.” Silence, “Oh shit am I?” 

“Could be a glitch.” The sweat on your skin was cooling, and you wanted a shirt or something — looking around proved he’d picked up after you left. The shirt you’d slept in wasn’t on the chair, and the tank top you’d tossed on the dresser was gone as well. 

He sat up when you rolled off the bed, “I heard the top five videos you were watching — uh, Tuesday, I think — the one about the matrix glitches.” 

Seb stood up and moved towards the closet, tossing something your way. The shirt stuck on your forehead for a beat after putting it on, pushing down your nose when you popped free. “I listen to a lot of videos. Have you heard about the multiverse ghost explanation? I listened to the newest Reddit reads, and somebody explained timelines and convergence.” 

Sebastian came back to bed, had tugging the blanket to his chest, head resting on the pillow. “I think — wait — this is about the possibility of entities, being moments from past or present, meeting your timeline?”

You stood up, looking for underwear, spotting Seb's shorts on the dresser. He made grabby hands when you picked up them up. They hit his face, causing him to splutter. 

“Yes, and no. I do like the timeline points, though. It’d make sense if you mapped out energy being left over. This one is that what you are seeing or hearing could be the moment your universe touches another. Explains dimension traveling as well, time traveling too if you piece it together.” 

You put your shoes in the closet, listening to Sebastian, “That is a cool thought. There are ways it’d be impractical, though. 

“Yeah,” He rolled onto his side to face you as you plopped down cross-legged at the end of the bed, “We could point out impracticalities in most things. Coincidences aren’t coincidences, and luck isn’t simple good timing. It’s the concept that makes it appealing. We’ve all had a moment of déjà vu, we’ve all seen something — whether some want to admit it — and we’ve all had our moment in karma’s hot seat. People create superstitions to explain mysterious phenomena.” 

Sebastian nodded, looked off to the side. “I’m getting some water. Want anything?”

“Do we still have granola bars? The sweet almond ones?”

“I think so.” He left the room. 

You grabbed your phone, putting your music app on pause. There were a few messages, nothing important, the same for emails and media notifications. 

There was a snap of your sister’s dog, curled around one of her cats. The animals looked peaceful, happy, well loved, and taken care of in a way that made your heart skip with jealousy. 

Before it could surprise you over the sudden emotional reaction, Seb walked into the room, waving his hand. 

“To say Ghosts are real is objective. We know this. There’s both reasonable doubt and daunting curiosity. This entire world is one large graveyard. People left to rot while nature and people moved on and kept building. Why aren’t we seeing haunting everywhere?”

He’d brought you two bars, one opened with a bite taken out of it, “That’s with your perspective. People who have the innate ability to see what we can’t see are proof that there are ghosts everywhere. It also adds to doubt — how many are fakes? They’re hallucinations because other people don’t see what you see. That brings up arguments of mental illness.” 

A shower should happen. Running later in the day leaves your skin feeling sticky, having sex and building up heat didn’t help. 

“That’s a different conversation. The correlation between the two is real — which brings us back to objective options.” 

Seb moved to the bathroom, and an invisible string pulled you from the bed to follow behind him. The nightly routine proceeded in silence, a few hums coming from both of you. The spearmint mouthwash was out, leaving you to use Seb’s yellow one that tastes like ash on your tongue. It left the frothy feeling tucked into your cheeks. 

“Yes.” Sitting in your original positions, Seb reaches for your foot and massages down the arch.

Seb leaned into the counter after you sat down on the toilet, waiting. “Echoes? We talked about that after the Halloween marathon. Recurrences — moments — trapped where the spirit left a significant amount of energy.”

Both of you made your way back to bed once finished.

“If I kick you it’s your own fault.” He squeezes in response. “Echoes make the most sense, to be honest. When you exert a large amount of energy for something, it sticks with you. Why would that disappear after death? That leads to the complicated question of what happens after death.” 

The conversation continued in a slow, quiet trail of thoughts. His voice rolled over gravel as he spoke, a low mumble of words floating in a whisper. When you realize the afterlife topic became about urban legends and cryptic, did you notice how much time had passed and how tired you were?

You stopped your rotation or sitting patterns when Seb’s eyes closed after a cracking jaw yawn.

You moved around the bed, laying along once another, his head on your lap, yours buried in his chest, Sebastian leaning against the headboard as you curl between his legs coming to rest face to face on your sides, your fingers tangled together between you; your thumb drumming silent beats on the mattress. 

Exhaustion rolled over you, floating you into the gentle moments between sleeping and waking.

The white noise of the overhead fan lolled you closer to unconsciousness until Seb speaks up, voice a curious whisper.

“Would you be angry if I became a ghost that haunted you?”

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BUCKY'S SECOND FIRST TIME

bucky x fem!reader (smut with plot) no use of y/n

All of this... Bucky hadn't had time to think about when it would happen again, he didn't even think it would ever happen again. He didn't even think deserve to have that kind of intimacy with anyone, didn't think that anyone would want to be in that situation with him.

It's been decades and now his head was full of bizarre thoughts. He had nightmares every time he tried to get some sleep, so the idea of spending the night with somebody was completely out of the table. He was witnessing a complete stranger take over his friend's shield and identity. He had not crossed a name off his list of amends for weeks, he had not answered any of Sam's messages and his psychologist was putting more and more pressure on him.

But in all that chaos there was you who always showed him a kind smile, who always asked him how his day was when you saw him come into the bar, exhausted. You who had his favorite drink ready before he arrived and who looked at him with hearty eyes. You thought you were being too obvious but it had been so long since anyone had looked at him that way that he didn't even notice it.

The day he took Sam to your bar was when he realized, and not even on his own. You were thrilled that he finally introduced you to one of his friends (his only friend in fact) and Sam was so funny and he was always picking on Bucky which made their dynamic even more fun to watch. They arrived almost at closing time so it was just the three of you. That night you ended up closing two hours later, inviting them for a few beers and being walked home by the two of them since it was already very late at night.

—Dude, she's so into you —. Sam huffed a laugh while they walked back from your house.

Bucky arched his eyebrows in surprise and then frowned. —What?

—Oh come on, you gonna tell me you haven't noticed?

Bucky was getting more and more confused. —Noticed what?

Sam stopped on his feet and looked at Bucky in surprise. —Steve told me you used to be a heartthrob back in the day.

—Yeah, back in the day. When I was seventy years younger.

Sam rolled his eyes. —Two things. First, as much as I hate to admit it, you don't look a hundred and seven, and second, I can assure you that this girl is head over heels for you. —Bucky was silent, thinking, so Sam spoke again. —Ask her on a date.

So yes, he asked you out on a date. Well, if inviting you to his house for a drink could be considered a date. He didn't like to be seen in public places too much and fancy restaurants didn't go with him, so while he thought of something better for the second date, his house would work for this time. Bucky shook his head as he found himself thinking about a second date.

Bucky always tried to keep everything tidy, clutter annoyed him and made him even grumpier. But now as he let you walk into his house first he realized how empty it was. He barely had any furniture, only one chair, a small sofa, and a TV. He hadn't even bothered to buy a bed because he slept on the floor. He wondered what was going through your head when you saw his home.

—This is nice —. You stated. At first, you didn't realize how empty his apartment was, you were just appreciating that he had trusted you enough to take you to a place as private and intimate as his home. Then you did notice that some things were missing but you assumed that's all he needed.

Bucky was relieved when he heard those three words come out of your mouth.

You noticed how he kept his jacket and gloves on while he took out two glasses to pour you a drink. Whenever he came home the first thing he did was to take those two things off but with you there, it was different yet when he thought about it, he realized that it was fair that you knew and ran away if you wanted to. So when he caught you looking curious, he first got rid of his gloves, and you could already see the metallic fingers of his hand. Then he took off his jacket, revealing how the metal shaped his left arm.

—You're not going to ask about it? —Bucky thought he was getting ahead of you, saving you from the awkward moment of asking about what happened to him. He poured some liquor in the glasses.

—Do you want to be asked about it?

Bucky looked at you and shook his head. You nodded, understanding his decission. You figured he wouldn't want to talk about it, much less on a first date. Your question caught him off guard yet his answer came almost automatically. He didn't want to talk about it and it was the first time he had been given the option of not doing so.

The rest of the night went great. Bucky was very interested in everything you said. He didn't talk much yet you managed to get some information about him. He had a sister, his favorite fruit was plums, he enjoyed 40s music, and he was a cat person. Every time he told you something about himself, no matter how irrelevant it seemed, you found it fascinating.

You noticed that he was very observant, his icy blue eyes never stopped looking at you for a second. You found it cute, intimidating at times not knowing what thoughts went with those long, intense stares. His eyes were beautiful, captivating, so you could tell every time he broke eye contact to divert his gaze to your lips and then back to your eyes.

Each was on one side of his kitchen island, that way you could look at each other's faces while talking. You were leaning more and more on the table that separated you, taking advantage of the moments of laughter to get closer to each other until that way you kissed him.

At first, you felt him a little stiff even though the sigh that he had let out when you had finally kissed his lips told you otherwise. You parted ways. —Is this okay?

Bucky nodded and immediately after, he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours again. It had been so long since he had kissed anyone that he didn't know if his lip movements were being too clumsy, if the clash of his teeth with yours was bothering you, or if his tongue slipping past your lips was okay. He did not know how to control his breathing that's why he let out little moans against your mouth, trying to catch his breath without having to leave your lips.

He felt like a teenager again. The tingling sensation in his lower abdomen made him want to run away and hide but at the same time did not want to part from your lips for anything in the world. He was afraid of the way you made him feel but at the same time he didn't want that feeling to ever go away.

Didn't know how or when but he ended up sitting on his couch with you on his lap. Your lips and his had come into perfect synchrony and the kiss was getting deeper and wetter. Oh God and he wasn't gonna complain. Your hands were pulling from the root of his hair, your hips rolled subtly against his crotch, his right hand was resting on your hips. Bucky felt how his jeans tightened right where you were sitting.

Bucky tried to keep his left arm away from you, holding your body on top of his just using his right one. He was aware that the touch of the metal was not the most pleasant in the world. It wasn't soft, it wasn't warm, it was nothing like a flesh-and-blood hand.

—It's okay. You can touch me, James —. You moaned against his mouth. Yet he was still a bit reluctant to do so.

In the end, you would have to be the one to gently grab his metal arm and guide his hand to your waist. You kept your hand on top of his metal one while pressing down so he could hold you as tight as he was doing with his other hand, also to assure him that it was okay. You moved your hand from him once you felt his metallic fingers carefully close and grip your body. You smiled in the middle of the kiss, the firm grip of both of his hands encouraged you to grind harder against his crotch.

You pulled his t-shirt over his head and allowed your fingers to travel down his abs until you reached the button and zipper on his jeans. Bucky hissed at the sudden contact and held your hips tighter.

—Wait —. Bucky said against your lips. He pulled away and you were afraid that you had done something wrong. All you had to do was pull down the zipper, but your hands immediately stopped what they were doing when he spoke. You ran your tongue over your lower lip, already missing Bucky's, and you noticed how pink and swollen his were. —It's been a long time since I —. He confessed.

—Oh. —You said in a sigh. —We can't stop if you—

—No. I just— I just wanted you to know. —Bucky groaned. —I'm sorry. I've ruined it. —He let his head fall on your shoulder.

You giggled and you brought your hands to his cheeks so that he would raise his head and look at you. —It's okay, James. You've not ruined anything. I'm glad you've told me. —You gave a quick peck to his lips. —I was just saying that if you want to stop or need to slow down I'm okay with that.

—I don't want to stop.

—Good. Me neither.

And Bucky crashed his lips against yours again. You finished what you started and unzipped his jeans while he pulled from the hem of your shirt and threw it away. Bucky cursed and brought his mouth to the skin of your breasts, using his lips to suck and kiss on it and his teeth for small bites. You moaned and pulled harder from his hair, making him groan. His hands wasted no time and right after they were unbuttoning and unzipping your jeans while his mouth left a trail of kisses from your boobs to your neck and collarbone until he reached your mouth again.

Your lifted your hips from his lap so your hand could sneak inside his underwear. Bucky did the same with your panties. Your fingers wrapped around his hard dick and Bucky's found their way to your clit. You moaned and closed your eyes shut when he started rubbing your bundle of nerves and Bucky's lips parted and let out all the air that he had in his lungs when your hand moved painfully slow from the tip of his cock to the base of it.

You pressed your foreheads together. Your thighs closed around his hand but he continued drawing circles on your clit and his mouth reached for your lips again. Bucky's hips thrust into your fist while some of his moans died in your mouth. He felt a wave of heat running through his body and that sweet knot formed in his lower belly.

—I need you inside, please —You whined.

You didn't have to beg anymore. You moved from his lap so you both could get rid of your jeans and underwear. You straddled him again, using your hands on his shoulders for stability when your fingers brushed the scarred skin that connected with the metal of his arm.

You noticed the worried expression on his face. He was looking at you with his eyebrows raised as if he was waiting for a reaction from you. A reaction of disgust. He could feel his chest rise and fall slowly because of his deep breathing and he was wondering what was going on in your head at the time.

You pressed your lips against his one more time, your hands moved to cup both of his cheeks. —It's okay. Just focus on me —. You mumbled into his mouth and he hummed in response.

Without stopping kissing him, your hands began to travel down. First his neck, then his broad shoulders, feeling again those scars he was so insecure about, and then his arms. His right one was strong, with perfectly defined muscles and the softest skin. His left one was cold and hard, not at all unpleasant to the touch. Your lips moving on his kept Bucky from overthinking.

He gasped when you reached his well-defined abdomen. You would have spent the whole night caressing and feeling his body under your fingertips but you were getting impatient. Your fingers wrapped around the base of his cock to line it up at your entrance and gently lowered yourself. Bucky's mouth opened in a perfect "O" form as he gripped your waist tightly. You had to wait a few seconds to get used to the sensation before you started moving, he needed those seconds as well to get used to your tight walls squeezing him.

You started by rolling your hips against his, it was the best way to adjust to his size. Despite how wet you were you could feel that sweet sting caused by his width. You rested your forehead against his, you both were panting when you began to lift your hips and drop them back onto his cock. The sounds that came out of his mouth were music to your ears, the grunts coming directly from his chest made you vibrate.

You hugged him to feel him even closer. Bucky tried to hold on as hard as he could, he kissed your shoulder and softly sank his teeth into your skin there, getting a whine from you, but it was too much. Every time he felt his dick going fully inside you, the knot on his stomach became tighter, every time he heard you moaning his name in his ear he did his best to last a little bit longer but in the end, he found it impossible.

Bucky emptied himself inside you while he dropped his forehead on your shoulder and apologized for coming so quickly. —Don't worry. We have all night —. You played with the hair on the back of his head and allowed him to come back from his high.

And you spent the whole night until you heard the birds chirping. The stamina he had thanks to the super soldier serum was truly something else and he made it up to you until you felt completely disconnected from your own body and Bucky had to snuggle you next to him on the couch to let you sleep.

Bucky didn't sleep that night. He was afraid that if he did, he'd hurt you or scare you with his nightmares so he stayed awake all night, but he didn't mind either. He had his right arm around you and he held you against his body, your head was on his chest as well as one of your hands. He felt the warmth of your naked body against his under the blanket.

[imyourbratzdoll]

Hi firstly I love your work secondly I have a request about something like Lee cheating on reader hurting her bad eventually she moves on with Steve Kemp and one day Lee sees reader again he tries to win her back troubling a bit and Steve comes to comfort protect her and he scares Lee in unique way (we know what Kemp does for a living 😉)

hello, thank you! and I hope you like this!

summary - lee cheats on you which causes you to spend time finding yourself, leading you toward your new love steve kemp. what happens when the one who broke your heart finds you again?

warning - angst, cheating, violence, mentions of cannibalism.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by a deactivated again:(

No one ever prepared you for the pain of being cheated on, you thought that Lee was the one, having been together for five years. You had dreamt of the two of you getting married, being the perfect little housewife for him. You never expected to walk in on him balls deep inside his secretary, the very one he told you not to worry about. Everything was blurry after that, you could barely remember you storming out of his office, or that he didn’t even chase after you. You didn’t wait for him to come home, you immediately packed your things and left the house, letting him come home to an empty house. 

It had been two years since you had your heart broken and through those years you had managed to love yourself and find love again, even though your trust issues would spike at times. From time to time, you would get flashbacks of walking in on Lee, getting stabbing pains in your chest when you remember each painful detail of that day. You stare blankly ahead, lost in your thoughts with a coffee in your hand, you couldn’t hear as Steve calls for you.

“Sweetheart.” 

You remember walking in, dropping the freshly baked biscuits to the ground as you watched the love of your life fuck into his very young and pretty secretary that’s bent over the desk. You remember how his head turned and he just smirked at you, it felt as though your heart was being ripped out.

“Y/n!” You blink, feeling a burning sensation on your hand and your eyes move down, causing you to notice your recently bought coffee has now crumbled into your hand as the liquid flows out of it, burning your flesh. “Fuck, Honey. Let’s get you cleaned up.” Steve gently removes the ruined coffee from your hold and into the trash before he pulls you over to a bathroom and carefully cleans your hands. “Flashbacks again?” You nod, “I’m sorry, I forgot that, that particular pet name was what he used.” 

“It’s okay… It’s my fault.” You stare at him with wide eyes as he glares at you. 

“No it’s not, it’s never your fault!” He gently takes your face in his hands and places a soft kiss on your lips. 

Steve Kemp, what a dream he was. You had met him during a time where you were between loving yourself and finding love again. You had been walking past your local hospital and ran into him as he was coming out, gobsmacked as to how they hired such handsome doctors. You even blurted out asking if his looks distracted the other doctors from their job. He laughed, causing your mind to become fuzzy as you stared up at him dazedly. For the first time in a long time, you felt happy and through that happiness, you asked him out. Thankfully, he accepted and here you are, staring at the godlike man as he cleans the hot coffee from your hands.

“I love you…” He looks at you and smiles, bringing your hands up to his lips and kissing them softly.

“I love you, honey. Now, there won’t be any scars or damage. So are you ready to go? I can reorder a drink, maybe a cold one this time.” You smile, nodding and letting him help you down from the sink. Steve wraps his arm around you gently, leading you back out into the coffee shop and lines up to reorder an iced coffee. 

As you leave the coffee shop, waiting for Steve, your world begins to crash as you hear a familiar voice. “Well if it isn’t my little ol’ sweetheart!” Your eyes widen as you turn and stare at the chubby man making his way over to you. How the hell was this possible? He made it clear that he would never leave his hometown. “You’re a hard woman to find.” He stands in front of you, a smirk on his face. “Now, what do you say, baby. You come back home, this little spat of yours has gone on long enough.” Lee’s grubby hands reach forward and grip your arm, you didn’t know how you ever fell in love with him. 

“Get your hands off of me! We are over! Did that not go through your head when I left after I caught you fucking someone else?!” You struggle against his hold, looking behind you in hopes that Steve comes out soon. 

“Pfft, please. That wasn’t the first time and it won’t be the last, so now, Sweetheart. You are gonna shut your pretty mouth and come with me, and then, you will turn a blind eye whenever I go out with another woman. You hear?” 

“Well that isn’t happening.” Steve steps out, your iced coffee in his hand. He stares down the man, not flinching as Lee tries to intimidate him. “I suggest you let go of my girl.” He speaks slowly, but clearly. When Lee doesn’t let go, only tightening his hold on your arms, causing you to let out a whimper. With quick movement, Steve steps forward and grabs ahold of Lee’s wrist, gripping it and beginning to twist. His glare sharpens as Lee lets out grunts of pain. Steve leans forward and whispers, “If you touch, look, speak or even think of my girl again. I will cut you up into little pieces and serve you to your town.” Lee’s eyes widen and he immediately lets go and backs up, usually nothing would scare Lee, but the seriousness in Steve’s voice and eyes made him rethink everything. 

Steve’s arm wraps around you and he hands you your drink, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “Right, well. You aren’t worth this much trouble.” Lee clears his throat and quickly walks away, and you look up at Steve.

“Did you threaten to cut him up?” Steve looks down at you and smiles.

“Of course, and also you are worth it.” He winks at you and you shake your head with a smile.

“I mean… I wouldn’t stop you if you went through with it.”

And with those words, a plan began to form inside of Steve’s head. 

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You, me and Vegas! Part 3

Warning- Fluff

Peach arrived at her apartment, humming a tune under her breath. But as she reached the door, she stopped short, her hand on the doorknob.

The door was locked, and her bags were sitting out by the doorstep. Confusion and disbelief washed over her face.

She jiggled the doorknob, trying to open it, but it wouldn't budge. Frustration started to bubble up within her as she realized she couldn't get into her apartment. “What the hell?” she mumbled under her breath.

Peach, still bewildered and annoyed, made her way to the apartment's office where the old couple, the owners of the place, were usually present.

She knocked on the office door, her knuckles connecting firmly against the worn wood. After a brief moment, the old man, Mr. Jenkins, opened the door. His weathered face broke into a frown at the sight of her.

“Peach.” he greeted gruffly, his eyes narrowing.

“What's going on, Mr. Jenkins?” Peach asked, her frustration laced in her voice. “Why are my bags outside and my door locked?”

Mr. Jenkins let out a sigh, his shoulders heavy with what looked like guilt. “I'm sorry, Peach. We can't rent to you anymore...” he replied, his tone as unapologetic as possible.

Peach's frown deepened, her confusion turning into agitation. “Why not?” she demanded. “You can't just kick me out like this, without a reason.”

Mr. Jenkins avoided her gaze, his eyes flickering to the floor. “Your...rent,” he finally said, his voice reluctant. “It is pending.”

Peach's eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean it's pending?” she asked, her voice rising in panic. “I paid the rent on time. I always do!”

Mr. Jenkins sighed again, his face showing that he didn't want to be having this conversation. “Not this month's,” he replied. “You're a month behind.”

“Behind? No, that can't be right.” Peach protested, her heart beginning to pound in her chest. “I distinctly remember paying it...”

Mr. Jenkins cut her off, his voice firm. “No, you didn't. And we can't have tenants who don't pay their rent. I'm sorry, Peach, but you'll have to find someplace else to stay.”

Anger and panic bubbled up inside Peach. “This is bullshit!” she exclaimed, her hands clenching into fists. “I've always been a good tenant! I've never given you guys a problem! You can't just toss me out like this!”

Mr. Jenkins remained impassive, his eyes betraying no hint of sympathy. “I'm sorry, Peach,” he repeated, “but rules are rules. If you don't pay your rent, you can't live here.”

His words felt like a slap in the face, and Peach had to bite her tongue to stop the slew of curses from escaping her mouth.

“But...I'm cute?”

Mr. Jenkins gave a humorless chuckle. “Being cute doesn't pay the bills.” he said bluntly.

Peach couldn't believe what she was hearing. This was beyond unfair.

Bucky sat on the edge of his bed, his head in his hands. It had been a whirlwind of a day, and the weight of it all was sinking in now that he was alone.

The loss of his job still stung, the memories of the events of last night playing over in his mind like a relentless tape. But then there was Peach, the unexpected and unplanned addition to his life.

He couldn't quite get her out of his head either.

He lay back on his bed, the soft sheets cool against his skin. Despite the chaos, he found himself thinking about her, her carefree attitude, her nonchalant manner, her stubbornness. It was irritating and attractive all at once.

Bucky cursed himself for the hundredth time for getting into this mess. Marriage. With a stranger. In Vegas. It didn't get any more reckless than this.

Bucky was just about to slip into sleep when the knock on his door jolted him back to wakefulness. Confused and a little irritated, he climbed out of bed and trudged to the front door.

He opened the door to find Peach standing on the other side, her bags in hand.

Surprise flashed across his face, quickly replaced by disbelief. “Peach? What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice hoarse with sleep.

“Can I crash here for a couple of days?” she asked without preamble, her eyes meeting his without flinching.

Bucky felt a surge of irritation mixed with resignation. “Why?” he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Peach smiled, as if her request was the most natural thing in the world. “Well, seeing as you're my husband and all, I figured you wouldn't mind if I stayed here…” she said lightly.

Bucky's irritation spiked higher. “We're not even remotely a real couple,” he retorted. “And you can't just ask to stay here because we're technically married. That's not how it works. Now tell me the truth!”

Peach's smile faded slightly, replaced by a hint of defiance. “Alright, fine,” she relented, her voice hardening a touch. “I got kicked out of my apartment. My landlord evicted me because I couldn't pay rent this month.”

Bucky's irritation subsided somewhat, replaced by surprise and, surprisingly, sympathy. He leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossing over his chest. “You got evicted?” he repeated, as if trying to process the information.

Peach, on a roll, started explaining her reasoning to Bucky. “Look, the hotels are expensive, the motels are not safe, money is tight and and…”

Bucky cut her off, waving his hand. “Alright, fine. You can stay,” he interrupted, his tone gruff but resigned. “Just don't expect me to play 'happy husband' with you, though.”

Peach's eyes widened, a flicker of what looked like relief passing across her face. “You're serious?”

Bucky nodded. “Yeah, I am,” he replied, a hint of bitterness in his voice. “But I have rules. No parties, no late-night TV, and no eating on the couch. Got it?”

Peach gave him a mock salute. “Yes, sir!” she said, a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

Bucky grunted, a mixture of annoyance and disbelief coursing through him. He'd just agreed to let a stranger, a woman no less, technically his wife, crash at his place.

Bucky, already regretting his decision, made the couch ready for Peach to sleep on. He turned the couch into a makeshift bed, setting pillows and blankets in place.

Peach, who had been watching him, stepped forward as he finished up. “No...no, I'll take the couch. You can sleep on the bed…” she offered, her tone gentle but firm.

Bucky paused, his face set in a stubborn expression. “The couch is for you,” he stated, his voice leaving no room for argument. “Good night.”

Peach looked like she was about to protest, but the look on Bucky's face stopped her. She sighed, her shoulders slumping. “Alright, fine,” she said, her voice a little sullen. “Good night.”

With that, Bucky spun on his heel and walked away, disappearing into his bedroom, leaving Peach alone in the living room, surrounded by blankets and pillows.

Peach, now alone in the living room, settled on the couch. It was a lot bigger than she was used to, and it was very comfortable. She pulled the blankets over herself, her thoughts racing.

Her life had taken a major unexpected turn. She was technically married to a man she had just met, and now she was crashing on his couch. What the hell was her life turning into?

Bucky, tired from his rough night's sleep, decided to start his day with a shower. He turned on the water, expecting a relaxing, warm spray.

Instead, he was met with water spraying on him from all sides. Jets of water hit him from the sides and the top, completely drenching him in less than a second.

“What the hell?” he exclaimed, jumping back from the spray. It was as though he'd suddenly stepped into a carwash.

After the initial shock, Bucky realized what must've happened. The thought of Peach already messing with his shower didn't surprise him. He had a feeling this was going to be a regular occurrence now that she was staying with him.

Resigning himself to his fate, Bucky decided to just accept the cold shock of water and quickly get his shower done and over with.

Peach relished her breakfast, blissfully unaware of Bucky's increasingly irritated glances. She left small stains of food on the table, completely at ease.

Bucky, on the other hand, was not as relaxed. He watched her with a mixture of annoyance and resignation, wiping away the stains she left with a cloth, his face growing more and more taut with irritation.

“Can you please try to keep the table clean?” he grumbled, his tone betraying his irritation.

Peach, oblivious to his annoyance, took another messy bite from her plate. “Hm? What's that?” she asked, her mouth full of food.

Bucky bristled, his jaw clenching. “I said, can you try to keep the table a little tidier while you eat?” his patience wearing thin.

Peach swallowed her food, finally seeming to understand his irritation. But instead of replying, she simply shrugged, a small smirk playing on the corner of her mouth.

Bucky was about to say something, but Peach beat him to it, “Oh I found a card of yours on the couch, ‘Booblious escort services since 1973’...”

Bucky's cheeks immediately turned a deep shade of red, the mention of the card jolting him out of his irritable state. He forgot he had that card, thanks to Steve's attempt at getting him to loosen up. It was exactly the kind of thing Steve would do. He had no use for it, but Steve thought it was hilarious to give it to him.

“Oh, that,” Bucky managed, his voice tight. “They were our clients... gave us a huge contract for renovating.”

Peach raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. “Right, so the card from a... 'booblious' escort service is connected to a contract for renovation work? Sure...” she drawled, her tone making it clear that she didn't believe a word of what he was saying.

He mentally kicked himself for even having such a card in his possession. Steve and his pranks never failed to cause him headaches.

Bucky, eager to shift the attention away from the embarrassing business card, decided it was time to redirect the conversation. With a clearing of his throat, he brought up the important matter at hand.

“Yes, we did…” he affirmed, fixing his gaze on Peach. “We have a meeting with the lawyer this afternoon. We need to get this marriage annulled as soon as possible.”

Peach, who had been teasing him just moments ago, seemed to sober up at the mention of the annulment. She nodded slowly, her expression turning serious. “Yeah, I guess we do...” she agreed, her voice lacking its usual flippancy.

There was a brief pause between them, a moment of shared responsibility and the weight of the decision they had made in their moment of drunken stupor.

Bucky, as both finished their breakfast, leaned back in his chair. “I have a job interview…” he informed Peach, his tone a mixture of determination and slight nervousness. “I'll meet you directly at the courthouse, and we can head back home together after the annulment procedure.”

He mentally prepared himself for the interview, hoping it would go better than last time.

Peach nodded, her eyes meeting his briefly. “Sure,” she replied, with a smile. “I'll see you there, then. And hey good luck with the interview.”

Bucky pushed back his chair, standing up. “Alright, I'll go get ready, and thanks I need it.” he said, heading off to his room to prepare.

Part 2- Part 4

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Sebastian Stan

RPF

Bottle Rocket Series

Seb is your Daddy. But you also want Chris to be your Sir.

Tell Blonde Sebastian that He’s Beautiful

You can tell him he’s beautiful, but never that you love him.

What’s This?  Henry Cavill x Reader x Sebastian Stan

Halloween or Christmas? Why not both?

Bucky Barnes

Bucky Barnes Series

Always and Forever Series (w/ Steve Rogers)*

The team finds you and you now have family, and love. What happens when Steve disappears after Tony’s snap and Bucky is there to pick up the pieces?

The Playlist Series (CEO!Bucky)

Bucky runs CapTech. Bucky runs into you. What else can Bucky run?

This Thing of Ours AU (w/ SR & SW)

This band of brothers by choice are running a crime syndicate while managing the women in their lives. Let’s see if they survive love and the mob. Includes The Representative.

Bucky Barnes One Shots

Posession

Bucky smashed and dashed and now you want to smash his skull. Will you give him a second chance? (Occurs within the events of Always)

Validation*

It was moments like this that proves you’d made the right choice.

Sensation*

You light some candles and want to play. But Bucky is 3600 miles away.

Salutation*

Bucky cums home.

Assertion*

Bucky makes a promise.

Brooklyn Holiday

Bucky shows you around his old stomping grounds.

Sugar

Steve and Bucky. You’re caught in the middle but these two friends don’t share, they compete. Who will win? And will it be you?

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Red Wings*

Bucky wants to earn them with you.

That Face

You get drunk and tell Bucky exactly what you want to do to his face.

Party Games

You want it bad.

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[mybuckynotyours]

All I Ever Wanted

Pairing: sugardaddy!Bucky x female!reader

Warnings: None really, pure fluff! Slight mention of sex but mostly fluff.

A/N: I'm hoping that the tags will work. I'm trying to repost this. I hope you will all enjoy and thank you for reading! Any comments, reblogs and likes will be greatly appreciated!

"Goddammit!" You heard as soon as you walked into Bucky's lavish mansion.

As you had agreed a few weeks prior, you and Bucky were spending the holidays together.

You could not wait to burst out through the university doors as soon as the last lecture finished. That day you were too giddy and excited to focus on anything. Your mind was consumed with all sorts of thoughts on how you and Bucky will spend the Christmas holidays.

He had told you that he had to attend to some engagements to which you were definitely being dragged along with him. You were not to leave his side, as per his insistence and you were certainly not complaining nor disobeying.

You were spending the holidays like any other couple would. You went together Christmas shopping and you even went Christmas tree shopping because Bucky begged you for your opinion. He told you that he never actually bought a Christmas tree by himself, he had always just found it all put up and made up pretty with all the lights. But, this year was different. He was adamant to be involved in the whole process, so long as he did it with you.

So far, the holidays were magical. You were living your cheesy, girly dream. Living with the man that you so much adored, getting to cuddle together till you both fell asleep at night, cooking breakfast together, dancing in the living room before dinner. It was truly one of a kind, which made your heart yearn and ache for more. You had been thinking so hard, trying to prepare yourself for one of the hardest conversations of your life. You wanted to open your heart to Bucky and tell him exactly how you were feeling.

So one morning, just after breakfast you decided to go for a walk to collect your thoughts so that when you'd get back, you will address the damn elephant in the room. Bucky must feel the same way, he must. He has been doting over you every second of the day. Surely, these feelings are not one sided.

Hearing him huff and slam his palms on the kitchen counter seemed to be a bad sign to stir up this kind of conversation, as you walked into the kitchen.

Bucky seemed frustrated, his floofy hair out of place and his beard seemed even thicker. He was still quite the sight to see, even in just a plain black jeans and dark blue polo shirt. You wanted to continue staring but his growing annoyance was unavoidable.

"What's wrong Bucky?" You managed to say a bit too timidly for your liking. The way he was acting was making you nervous, especially since you had a plan to which you wished to execute but perhaps it had to happen another day or never.

"I'm sorry." It was as if he didn't  notice you immediately as he jumped a little and withdrew back to rest against the kitchen sink, away from whatever was pissing him off. He didn't even look at you. You could see how his glare intensified, as his eyes squinted, focusing on the object of his irritation.

"Bucky?" You repeated again, pacing slowly towards him, stopping right in front of him.

"What has gotten you so worked up?" A while ago, all you could see was a small mess on the kitchen table. You spotted a pair of scissors, tape, red and purple ribbons and the Christmas wrapping paper, which ultimately covered the whole table.

You put two and two together as soon as it hit you and burst out laughing at him, clapping a little in the process.

"Oh my God! You're trying to wrap the presents by yourself?" You exclaimed in between laughs, trying to breathe but was a little hard. It was just so amusing, looking at a scolding man-child Bucky.

"I'm helpless! I tried but, I can't!" He was failing miserably at trying to defend himself, clearly.

"I have no clue how to wrap presents." He scolded again, folding his arms against his chest.

"You're being a big baby. Wrapping paper 1, Bucky 0." You laughed out loud again, amusing youself some more.

"Help me out instead of all this teasing, it's not fair!" He protested as he unfolded his arms to latch onto you by poking your sides. "C'mere." He joined in laughing as he wrapped himself around you, entrapping you in his embrace.

The laughing was dying down as you tried to catch your breath. Your head was resting against his broad chest, occasionally stifling a giggle and wiping your teary eyes.

"That was good, a really good laugh. You made cry!" You chuckled again, looking up at him.

"I did, did I? Well, later I'll make you cry but the sentiment's going to be a tad different." He winked at you before baring his teeth with a wolfish grin.

Your stomach was doing backflips as you caught on what he meant. You weren't sure whether he would make you cry out with pleasure or cry out desperately for release, perhaps the latter since you teased him so much. Bucky always managed to remind you who is ultimately in control in this relationship and you loved nothing more than to be reminded. He knew exactly how to tame his little vixen under the sheets.

"Let me show you how to wrap up a present at least?" You managed to say, trying to stay focused. It seemed impossible. The presents, his sexual innuendos, everything was becoming a distraction, your mind was floored.

"No, no, besides, it's just the one present." He detached himself from you, putting a slight distance. He rubbed the back of his neck as if he was about to make a decision about something. He wasn't looking your way as he did. His eyes were downcast, before he tilted his head a little to the side to look at the object that a while ago was downright frustrating him.

He moved further away from you, taking a few steps to the kitchen counter. You had turned your head around to watch what he was doing and turned your body around to continue eying him.

He turned around to face you, both of you standing in the middle of his kitchen. For some reason the room seemed to become smaller as a certain silence filled the room.

You were both staring at each other, without saying a word. Bucky was looking at you - it seemed different from all the looks he usually gives you. His expression was unreadable, the anticipation intensified.

He closed the distance between the two of you by capturing your lips with his as one of his hands cupped your chin, his thumb brushing your cheek as he deepened the kiss.

You loved the way he would always kiss you, so attentive and passionately. But somehow this kiss felt different. It seemed to carry more weight and meaning to it that you could hear your heart hammering in your chest. It was an all consuming kiss. Bucky was kissing you with everything that he's got, showing you more. The more you so want, more than anything in your world.

"Bucky." His name escaped your lips breathlessly as he pulled away. He wasn't too far. He gently kissed the tip of your nose and then your cheek, before he pecked your lips once more.

"Mmm." His strong body vibrated against yours as he murmured your name between kisses.

"I've got you something." He announced with a whisper.

"It's the first of many." You frowned a little at that. He had already given you so many gifts through the duration of your arrangement.

"I hope you'll like it." He finished as he placed a thin, long rectangular velvety box into your palms. The box was dark blue, matching the hue of his eyes at that moment.

You passed another look between the box and the man in front of you before opening the lid.

A soft gasp escaped your lips as you had never seen something so beautiful as this in your life and all for you. Did he mean this moment when he said he'll make you cry? Wait no. Oh my god.

A diamond necklace laid inside the box. It looked so delicate. You could not accept this. The little beads of diamonds, side by side - it was perfect.

"I can't. Oh my. Bucky." You held a hand up, your palm covering your open mouth. "Too much."

"Please." He hooked his index finger under your chin as you felt him lift your head to gaze into your eyes.

"You mean so much to me." He said so effortlessly, it was giving you the confidence to speak up and speak your mind.

"Daddy, this is all I ever want. I mean- you, this...us." You bit on your lower lip as the words escaped you.

"I know, babygirl. I love you." A single tear ran down your cheek as your stomach fluttered with excitement.

"You read my mind today." You managed to chuckle in between tears as Bucky's soft lips touched your forehead.

"I wanted to say something for so long. I'm sorry. It's been a...long while, to be exact." He sighed against your hair.

"Me too. There's no need to be sorry." You smiled warmly up at him.

You heard him profess his love for you, he was giving you a diamond neckless and he was being so tender. Just like a scripted story in a movie, except this was now, actually, your reality.

"I love you too, daddy. Thank you. This is the best Christmas ever." You continued to beam before once again closing the gap between the two of you to kiss him with all that you've got.

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Love Song

Sebastian Stan x Female Reader Story

Chapter 12 - You Should Probably Leave

Summary : A romantic comedy story between Sebastian Stan and female reader where we witness their journey after they said I do.

Meeting his troubled ex again in Cannes, Sebastian is forced to choose between following his heart or his desires. Will he or won't he? (IYKYK)

Pairings : Sebastian Stan x Female!Reader

Chapters : 12/20 (might add more)

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Warning : suicidal thoughts, violence

Word count : 8k

This is a sequel to my first Sebastian fic Always You. If you want to understand more about Sebastian's and reader's relationship, please read it first. But it's not necessary to understand this story. Check it here.

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I know it ain't all that late But you should probably leave And I recognize that look in your eyes Yeah, you should probably leave

'Cause I know you and you know me And we both know where this is gonna lead You want me to say that I want you to stay So you should probably leave Yeah, you should probably leave

There's still time for you to finish your wine Then you should probably leave And it's hard to resist, alright, just one kiss Then you should probably leave

'Cause I know you and you know me And we both know where this is gonna lead You want me to say that I want you to stay So you should probably leave Yeah, you should probably leave

Like a devil on my shoulder you keep whisperin' in my ear And it's gettin' kinda hard for me to do the right thing here I wanna do the right thing, baby

You Should Probably Leave - Chris Stapleton

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LeBaoli Club, Cannes, France - May 16th - 11 pm

The thumping of music coming out of the speakers and flashes of red light from the walls finally snapped him awake from Stephanie's charm. He blinked several times and looked up to see Stephanie still smiling warmly down at him.

"Mind if I sit down?" She asked.

"Umm.. no, go ahead." He said even though his instinct told him that it was a bad idea.

"So, I saw your movie. It was amazing! And you were amazing!" She gushed as she sat across from him.

"Thank you, Stephanie. I appreciate it." He said, feeling butterflies in his stomach again. Stop it! You're a happily married man with a beautiful wife and child, you should not feel this way towards another woman! He scolded himself as he turned his gaze away from her and leaned back on his seat.

"So, I'm sure you're curious on why I'm here." She said with a twinkle in her eyes.

Sebastian took a sip of his beer and looked up at her. Trying hard not to feel anything for her again.

"Yeah actually. I am. So, are you going to tell me? If not, it's okay. It doesn't matter." He shrugged. It really didn't matter to him because she was nothing to him. He had Y/n and she was enough. She was more than enough. He thought, trying to convince himself.

"Well, I'm kind of embarrassed to say this, but.. I'm here to accompany a new and upcoming director, Luke Haas, you might have heard of him?" She asked.

"Oh, yeah. Isn't he nominated in the short film category?" Sebastian asked.

"Yes, he is." Stephanie nodded.

"Oh, so you're seeing him?" He asked, a slight relief filled his heart.

"Oh, no, not at all." She chuckled.

"If you're not seeing him, then.. you must be his assistant." He concluded and made Stephanie laughed even louder.

"I forgot how naive you could be, Seb." She said, giving him an adoring look, making his heart skipped a beat. This time he didn't scold himself and just let it go.

"Okay. So you're here as his what exactly?" He asked curiously.

"I'm his escort, Seb." She replied and Sebastian's heart dropped to his stomach.

"Stephanie, don't joke with me. I mean, you can't be an escort. That's just impossible!" He said. His mind couldn't comprehend on how she ended up in an even worse situation than the last time they met.

"I'm not joking, Seb. Luke hired me to accompany him throughout the festival. He wanted people to see him with a partner. So, here I am." She smiled and Sebastian couldn't help but feel sorry for her. He decided to help her. He couldn't live with himself knowing that someone was suffering and that he was able to help but didn't do anything.

"Stephanie, I'm sorry, but I think you need to rethink this. I mean, you're basically a prostitute but with probably better pay and a longer duration of working." He said, hoping not to hurt her too much.

"Seb, you don't have to state the obvious." She sighed. "I have no other choice. My freelance writing job isn't enough for me to put food in the table. I have to find a side hustle."

"Stephanie, there are better side hustles out there than this." He said, exasperated.

Stephanie didn't respond and just stared back at him in silence. Conflict filled her eyes.

"Look, I have some connections, I can help you find a job. Maybe even just as a personal assistant to one of my friends." He suggested.

"Seb, I'm in this too deep. My boss won't like it if I quit." She said, fear in her eyes.

"Stephanie, I'm sure your boss has plenty of other women that wants to do this. But I assure you, you're not one of them. You're an amazing woman and it's time for you to realize that and respect yourself. You're worth more than this." Sebastian said, looking at her with determination in his eyes.

Stephanie looked back at him softly. Her beautiful blue eyes stared at him full of love and admiration, making his heart skipped a beat. He ignored it and continued.

"I can help you find a job in the filming industry. I mean, I have several projects in the future and you could work with me if you want to." He suggested. The moment the words came out of his mouth he regretted it. He could be so stupid at times. There was no way she could work with him. It would cause more trouble in his life. However he felt the need to help her and he was sure he could find a better job for her, but maybe not something he was involved in.

"Thank you again, Seb. You really are the kindest man to ever exist." She smiled as she reached out and squeezed his hand. He jerked his hand back and leaned even further on his seat, trying to put some distance between him and her. He could see a little hurt in Stephanie's eyes but she quickly got over it.

For a moment they just stared at each other in silence. Flashes of memories with her appeared in his mind as he gazed into her beautiful blue eyes. Despite being much older, she was still as lovely as he remembered her. His heart beat faster in his chest as he studied her lovely features and his mind started to wander into prohibited territory. He blinked several times, trying to erase the forbidden thoughts in his mind.

"So, I think I saw you yesterday at the Hôtel Martinez." Stephanie said, finally breaking the silence.

"Oh, yeah. I think I saw you too several times yesterday. But I wasn't sure that it was you." He said, relieved that the forbidden thoughts were finally gone from his mind.

"Yeah, I knew it was you but I wasn't sure if I should come and say hello. But seeing you here tonight, I thought, why not. For old time's sake. You know." She winked and he could feel warmth crawling from his neck to his cheek. He was blushing it seemed and he really needed to get a grip on himself.

"Yeah. For old time's sake." He said as he averted his eyes from her and took another sip of his beer.

"So, how long are you going to stay here?" She asked, sipping on her cocktail.

"I'm leaving tomorrow. I have to get back to Y/n. She's in Amsterdam." He replied.

"Oh, I thought she's here with you." She said in surprise.

"No, my baby got sick when we arrived in Amsterdam. So she had to stay back and take care of her." He said.

"Oh, okay, I see." She nodded.

"Stephanie? I'm going to back to the hotel. Are you coming?" Suddenly a man appeared next to them.

Sebastian looked up and saw the man Stephanie had been with from earlier that day. He assumed the man was Luke Haas, her client.

"Oh, hey Luke. I don't know if you know each other, but umm.. Luke this is Sebastian, my old friend, and Sebastian this is Luke, my.. umm.." She trailed.

"I'm her boyfriend." Luke said and smiled at him as he shook Sebastian's hand.

"Oh yeah, hi. Nice to meet you." Sebastian said, shaking Luke's hand.

"I saw your movie earlier this evening. It was an amazing movie and you were excellent in it." Luke smiled.

"Oh, thank you. I appreciate it." Sebastian smiled.

"You know I have several projects coming up. Maybe we can work together in one of them if you're interested. Here's my card." Luke said as he produced a business card from his wallet.

Sebastian took the card and slipped it into his shirt's front pocket. "Thank you, Luke."

"Anyway, Stephanie, I'm going back to the hotel. Let's go." Luke said as he grabbed Stephanie's hand and pulled her up.

"Bye, Seb. I'll see you later." She said, smiling at him.

"Yeah, bye Stephanie. Take care." He said and she was finally gone, dragged by Luke across the dance floor and out of the club.

Sebastian sighed and relief filled his heart as he gazed at the empty chair in front of him.

His heart was conflicted. On the one hand he was glad that she was gone, he really didn't need her to show up in his life again, tempting him with her beauty. But on the other hand his heart broke for her and he wanted nothing more to be able to help her get a better life. Despite everything that had happened between them, he still cared about her and he hated to see her wasting her life away. He decided to try and help her but limit their interaction to just text and phone calls, no more meeting in person. He didn't want to take a chance.

He pulled out Luke's business card from out of his pocket and ripped it in half then ripped it again until it became shredded pieces of nothingness. There was no way he could work with someone like Luke. He thought in dislike.

He glanced at his watch and gasped in surprise as he saw that it was almost midnight. His mind went straight to Y/n who must be looking for him. He needed to get back to the hotel and contact her. He hoped she was okay. So he stood up to find his colleagues and tell them that he was leaving.

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Hôtel Martinez, Cannes, France - May 17th - 12.30 am

As soon as Sebastian arrived in his hotel room he immediately tried to find his cellphone. He hoped it was still there and not picked up by the hotel's cleaning staff. He scanned the room and spotted his cellphone on the night stand. He breathed a sigh of relief and immediately picked it up.

When he unlocked the phone's screen his heart dropped to his stomach as he saw that Y/n had tried to call him 10 times and left him numerous messages. He immediately called her back, hoping she was alright and not mad at him.

It took only two rings until she picked up the call.

"Hello.." Y/n croaked and sniffled. Oh no, she must have been crying. Sebastian thought with guilt in his heart.

"Sweetheart, I'm really really sorry that I haven't responded to your messages and calls." Sebastian said as he flopped on the sofa next to the window.

"What happened, Seb?" She asked, still sniffling a little.

"I stupidly left my phone in the hotel room right before I left for the festival." He replied.

"Oh, Seb." She sighed deeply and he felt truly embarrassed. He really could be so stupid at times.

"But it's midnight already. I didn't think the festival would be finished this late." She continued.

"No, you're right. It was finished around 8-9 this evening, but then I met Andrew Garfield and he invited me to come to this beautiful club and restaurant near here. I didn't feel right rejecting his invitation. I mean, I thought I should do some socializing with my peers, you know. I didn't plan on staying there long but I lost track of time. I'm sorry, sweetheart. I really am. I hope you're okay?" He asked.

"Well.. you have no idea what went on in my mind, Seb. You ignoring me reminded me of the last time you ignored me.. when Ana blackmailed you.." She said, her voice shook.

Sebastian felt a pang in his heart as he listened to her. He never meant to make her feel like that. It must have hurt her so much and he felt extremely guilty. Especially how he ended up meeting Stephanie again.

"Sweetheart, I.. I'm sorry." He said, not sure what else to say as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"I saw Renate's story of you and her taking a selfie and then you and her dancing and my mind just went crazy with thoughts of you and her cheating and I just.." She trailed as she started to cry again.

"Honey, I would never cheat on you.. I swear! Nothing is going on between me and Renate. She actually kind of forced me to dance with her. But it was all friendly, nothing more. You have to believe me, sweetheart." He said. He felt his heart constricted as he explained himself. He really would never cheat on her. Or.. would he? He thought as Stephanie's face appeared in his mind. But he scolded himself and brushed the thought of Stephanie away from his mind.

"I know you would never do that to me, Seb. But just not knowing where you were and what was happening to you made me so anxious. And, what makes me so sad is that you missed an important milestone." She said with great disappointment in her voice.

"What do you mean? What milestone?" He asked curiously.

"You haven't seen the video I sent you?" She asked.

"No, I haven't. When I saw your missed calls and messages I called you right away. I haven't opened your messages yet." He said.

Y/n sighed deeply and finally said "Okay, you need to see the video, Seb. Then call me back afterwards."

"Okay. I'll do that." He said then she hung up.

He wondered what milestone she was talking about. He opened her messages one by one and finally reached the message where she told him that Starlene had said her first word. And her first word was 'Da-da'! He thought in disbelief. His daughter's first word was him!? His heart swelled in his chest as he watched the video of Starlene saying 'Da-da' while standing up in front of the TV and looking at his face on the TV. He felt tears prickled up in his eyes as Starlene turned to the camera and said 'Da-da' multiple times. Oh Starlene, how much Daddy misses you. He thought as a tear dropped from his eyes. He wiped the tear away and immediately called Y/n back.

"Sweetheart, I can't believe her first word is me!" He said excitedly.

"I know, Seb. She refused to say 'Mama'. I must say I'm jealous of you." She said, making him laugh.

"Oh, honey. I'm sure she'll be able to say 'Mama' soon enough. You're with her 24/7, she's bound to be able to say 'Mama' soon." He said, trying to cheer her up.

"I know." She said. He could still feel great disappointment in her voice and it broke his heart.

"Sweetheart, I'm really sorry again. I wish I was there to witness it directly. But I'm coming back to you and Starlene tomorrow, and I will be ready to witness more of Starlene's milestones. So please don't be sad." He said, wishing he was there with her to hug and comfort her and gave kisses to Starlene.

"I miss you, Seb. Starlene misses you too." She sniffled.

"I miss you and Starlene too, sweetheart, you have no idea how much I miss you both." He said, sighing.

"Yeah, anyway, how was the festival?" She asked.

"Oh it was amazing, sweetheart! Everyone seemed to like the movie and we even got a ten minute standing ovation!" He exclaimed excitedly.

"That's amazing, Iubirea mea! I'm so proud of you!" She said. He was thankful that she seemed to be happier listening about his achievement. She even started to call him 'Iubirea mea' again!

"I love you so much, sweetheart. And I'm really grateful that you allowed me to come here even though we're on our honeymoon. I can't thank you enough for being so understanding of me. You really are the kindest, most understanding and amazing woman in the world. I'm so lucky that you chose me. I don't deserve you." He said.

Y/n didn't respond right away. Slowly he could hear sniffles coming from her end.

"Sweetheart, are you crying?" He asked in concern.

"I am.. I'm sorry. I just miss you so much, Iubirea mea." She said in between her sobs.

"Oh, honey. What can I do to make you feel better?" He asked, feeling all the guilt in his heart.

"Just.. come back to me as soon as you can." She said as her cry finally subsided.

"I will. I promise you. I already booked the first flight out of Nice to Amsterdam tomorrow.. well.. today, technically. I booked a 10 am flight, so I'll be there by 1 pm today, honey. I promise." He said.

"Okay. I'm holding you to that promise, Iubirea mea." She said.

"Of course, honey. I won't disappoint you again. I promise. I love you so much." He said.

"I love you so much too, Iubirea mea." She said and he smiled as he listened to her calling him that endearing name again.

"Well, I think we better hang up. It's almost 1 am. We both need to go to sleep." He said after glancing at the clock on the wall.

"Yeah. Good night, Iubirea mea." She said.

"Good night, sweetheart. Please give Starlene kisses from me and tell her how proud I am of her." He said.

"You can tell her and kiss her yourself in twelve hours, Iubirea mea." She teased.

He chuckled. "Okay then. Well, I'll see you in twelve hours, sweetheart."

"I'll see you in twelve hours, Iubirea mea." She said and they finally hung up.

He sighed as he put his cellphone on the night stand. He was kind of concerned that Y/n would think that he would cheat on her and he was also kind of worried that her instinct about it was almost spot on. Somehow he was reminded of Stephanie again.

Maybe it was a bad idea to offer her his help. Maybe it was better that he left her alone to deal with her own life. She was an adult anyway that can make her own decisions. He was nothing to her and she was nothing to him too. He didn't have any obligation to help her. It was better that he focused himself on his own family. His honeymoon wasn't even over yet. They still have Paris and Rome to go to. And he had promised Y/n to be there for her and make her happy. Adding Stephanie into the equation even if he just contacted her through text or call would just distract him even more from Y/n and Starlene.

Alright, he finally made the decision. If he didn't hear back from Stephanie then he would just forget her. She could take care of herself. He thought, trying to convince himself. But if she contacted him, he could just ask one of his assistants to help her out. He didn't need to be involved at all. He nodded in satisfaction.

Having made the decision, he stood up and changed into his sleeping attire. He finally felt the aches and tiredness in his body. He needed to sleep.

He was just about to get into bed when he heard a knock on the door. He stopped in his tracks and raised his eyebrows. It was 1.15 am, who the h**l would bother him at this hour? He wondered.

"Seb? I'm sorry to bother you. It's me. Are you in there?" A female voice called out from behind the door.

Oh no! It was Stephanie! He could recognize her voice. How did she find out which room he was in? For a moment he contemplated on just ignoring her and pretended to already be asleep, but he could hear her voice speaking again from behind the door.

"Seb? I'm really sorry to bother you. But I have no choice. I.. I need your help." She said, her voice shook.

He sighed as his kind heart finally took over. He walked slowly towards the door and opened it. Stephanie looked up at him sheepishly. His eyes widened as he saw her. Her left eye was bruised, her right cheek was red, and her bottom lip was split, dried blood on it. She also looked like she just cried.

"Stephanie?! Are you okay?" He asked in surprise.

"No, I'm not. I'm.. I'm sorry, I don't know where else to go." She said as tears started to fall from her eyes.

Sebastian sighed and looked to the left and the right. After making sure no one was around he guided Stephanie by the shoulder to come into his room. "Come on in."

Stephanie took a seat on the sofa by the window while he sat on the bed across from her.

"Do you want some water maybe?" He asked as he stared at her. His heart dropped to his stomach as he saw her face. He had an inkling of what happened and he felt really sorry for her.

"No, it's okay." She shook her head and looked down to her lap, her fingers fiddling with each other.

"So, do you want to tell me what happened?" He asked gently. "And, I'm sorry but, how did you know which one is my room?"

"I asked the receptionist. She saw my face and didn't have the heart not to tell me your room number. She wasn't allowed to tell me, but she felt really sorry for me. I hope she won't get fired." She replied.

"Oh, okay. So, what happened to you?" He asked.

"Luke hit me." She said as her eyes started to water.

"That son of a b***h! I knew he isn't a good man." He said, anger started to boil in him.

"Seb, he had a reason to. I.. we went back to his hotel room and as usual he asked to be serviced but.. after meeting you I started to have second thoughts about being an escort. I thought maybe you really can help me to get a better job, a better life. So, I made the decision to stop being his escort and told him I didn't want to do it again. He got all angry and called me many nasty things, and he hit me multiple times.. and.. and.. he tried to rape me but I hit him back and ran out of the room. He was still unconscious when I left him. I went to the reception and asked if there was an empty room I can check-in into but the receptionist said all the rooms are occupied. She nicely offered to call other hotels but all of them are fully booked because of the film festival. I.. I didn't know where else to go, so I thought of you. I'm.. I'm sorry.. I shouldn't have come here but.. I.. I have no one.." She said and she started to cry.

Sebastian's heart broke as he listened to her story. He stared at her as her body shook and she sobbed. He couldn't help it. He knelt down in front of her and embraced her. He held her tight in his arms as she continued to cry on his shoulder. He rubbed her back trying to soothe her. Deep down he knew this was wrong. But he was just being helpful. He was sure Y/n would understand.

After a while Stephanie stopped crying.

"I'm sorry." She sniffled as she released herself from his embrace.

"I.. I shouldn't be here." She said as she wiped the tears from her eyes and took a deep breath. She looked up at him with sorrow in her eyes.

His heart ached looking at her bloody lip and her bruised left eye. He could never understand men like Luke. Hitting and abusing a woman were things extremely forbidden to him no matter how angry he was at a woman. So he didn't understand why men like Luke needed to do it. In his mind those types of men are cowards and assh***s. There was no excuse for them.

"Stephanie, I'm sorry for what happened to you. Do you want me to help you report this to the police?" He asked.

"Oh no.. no.. it would just cause more trouble and would be a big scandal seeing how he's a famous person. Besides, my boss would kill me if I report his client." She laughed bitterly.

"Okay then. Well, you can stay here if you want. You can take the bed and I'll sleep on the sofa. Don't worry about it, okay?" He said as he put his hand on her cheek and stroked it gently. He immediately retracted his hand back and dropped his hand to his side when he realized he wasn't supposed to behave like that towards her. His mind went to Y/n and he sighed. He really needed to better control himself.

"Thank you so much, Seb. I don't know what I would do without you." She said slowly as she gazed at him with love and longing in her eyes.

Sebastian's heart galloped fast in his chest as she leaned close to him. He knew where this was going and he couldn't let it happen. So he immediately stood up, leaving Stephanie hanging. He turned around and went to the mini fridge and picked up a bottle of water.

"Here, have some water." He said and gave her the bottle of water.

"Thank you, Seb." She smiled as she accepted the bottle.

"You're welcome. Now, I'm leaving to Amsterdam tomorrow. What are your plans?" He asked.

"Well.. I was supposed to stay here with Luke until the end of the festival. But of course that's not an option anymore. I was thinking of going back to New York tomorrow. But I don't have the plane ticket yet. I'm hoping I can secure one tomorrow." She said.

"Okay. Do you need any money to buy the ticket?" He asked.

"No, it's okay. I still have some money. Luke paid me in half before we came here. It's enough to buy me a plane ticket home." She replied.

"Okay, good. Now I think it's best we both try to sleep. I have a morning flight to catch. You can come with me to the airport tomorrow." He offered.

"Thank you, Seb. It means a lot." She smiled.

"On second thought, maybe it's best that we leave separately. I don't want people to start gossiping about us even though there's nothing going on between us." He said, thinking of the bad publicity he could get if he showed up at the airport with her.

"Oh, yeah, that's right. Don't worry, I'll leave as soon as the sun comes up. I just need a place to sleep for tonight." She said, understanding dawned in her.

"Okay, good." He smiled.

"Can I use the restroom?" She asked.

"Sure, go on ahead." He said and she stood up. Her hand brushed his as she went past him to the restroom, making him shiver a little. He shook his head. Get yourself together! He scolded himself.

As soon as Stephanie went inside the restroom he immediately went to the room's phone. He dialled the reception, hoping he could book another room for Stephanie. For all he knew she could be lying. Unfortunately she wasn't lying. The hotel really was fully booked that night. So he tried to call other hotels in the area but unfortunately all of them were fully booked as well. He sighed as it seemed he had no choice but to share a room with her. Well, he already could control himself earlier. He thought proudly. In the event that she tried to seduce him again, he would just get out of the room and sleep on one of the sofas in the lobby or something. He finally decided.

He went to the wardrobe and picked up an extra blanket and a pillow then went to the sofa. He put the pillow on the sofa then laid himself down. Then he spread the blanket and covered himself with it. His eyes looked up to the ceiling as he tried to distract himself from the fact that Stephanie was in the room with him.

"Seb, sorry but I took the liberty to take the bathrobe that was hanging in the bathroom. I can't sleep wearing my dress. It has blood stains on it." She said as she appeared out of the restroom and walked closer to him.

"Oh yeah, it's okay. It's not mine anyway, it's what the hotel provided." He said, glancing at her.

"Thanks, Seb." She said, smiling at him and making his heart skipped a beat. He sighed as he looked up at the ceiling again. This is going to be a long night. He thought.

"Good night, Seb." She said.

"Good night, Stephanie." He said.

The silence between them was deafening. He could hear the tick tick sound of the clock on the wall and the sound of the waves crashing down to the shore outside. His heart beat fast in his chest as his mind went to Stephanie, who was lying down on the bed, so close to him yet so far. Testing him in his loyalty to Y/n.

His mind then went to Y/n and Starlene and how much he missed them. He wondered how things could have gotten so complicated. He contemplated whether or not to tell Y/n about Stephanie. Well, if he really was going to help Stephanie find a job, maybe it was better that he told Y/n about it. She deserved to know. So, he decided to tell her once he gets to Amsterdam. But of course he would still keep the event during his Bachelor's party a secret from her. It would just hurt her and he didn't want to hurt her anymore. He had hurt her and disappointed her too much throughout this honeymoon. He promised to himself he wouldn't do it anymore. She deserves the world and that was what he was going to give her.

In the silence he suddenly heard the sound of muffled sobs. Stephanie seemed to be crying. He turned towards her and saw that indeed she was crying. Her back was facing him but he could see her shoulder shook as she cried.

"Stephanie, are you okay?" He asked gently.

Stephanie stopped crying and sniffled. She then turned towards him and wiped the tears falling from her eyes. "I'm.. I'm sorry, Seb. I.. I'm just crying over my stupidity and the s**t that I've been going through. You know. I.. I feel like I can't take it anymore. It's probably better if I die. If I die then all these suffering will stop. I will meet my family again. I don't have to deal with earning money for a living. I don't have to deal with men like Luke. I will be.. free.."

Sebastian sat up and turned towards her. It scared him that she was contemplating suicide.

"Oh Stephanie, don't say that. Everything is going to be okay. You already took the right step towards a better life. You just have to be patient and be strong. You'll get through this. I'm sure you will. I will help you. Don't worry, okay?" He said, staring at her with his eyebrows furrowed in concern.

She stared at him in admiration and adoration, making butterflies flew in his stomach. He kicked himself internally and wished he could capture those d**n butterflies and put them in a cage and let them loose only when he was with Y/n. But of course he couldn't.

"Thank you, Seb. After all that I've done to you, I don't deserve your kindness." She said. Her eyes looked a little happier and he was glad that he could help.

"Don't say that. What you did to me was wrong. I was hurt.. a lot. But everyone makes mistakes, and I've forgiven you. I don't want to hold any grudges. I see that you need help. So, I'll help you as best as I can." He said.

"I know you've heard this before. But.. thank you again, Seb." She said and she smiled, making his heart skipped a beat. He sighed and decided to ignore it.

"No problem, Stephanie. I'm glad if I could help." He smiled back.

"Do you think you can help me with one more thing?" She asked slowly, her cheeks blushed a little.

"Oh, sure. How else can I help you?" He asked slowly. He had an inkling it was something he wasn't going to like.

"Could you.. could you hold me? I know that you probably will say no. But I.. I need it. I.. I just need to be held." She said, her voice shook and her bottom lip trembled as she tried not to cry again.

Sebastian's eyes widened as he listened to her request. Hold her? That would definitely test his resolve. Of course he couldn't do it. But seeing her broken and fragile like this broke his heart. Moreover, she was somewhat suicidal and it scared him. If he could help make her feel better and forget her suicidal thoughts by holding her in his arms, then maybe it was okay. Just a hug and nothing more. An innocent hug. He thought as he tried to convince himself.

"Okay." He finally said and Stephanie's face brightened immediately.

He stood up and slipped onto the bed next to her. He put his arms around her and she put her head on his shoulder. She then put her hand around him and he couldn't help but feel how comfortable it was. But he shook his head and tried to guard his feelings. He thought of Y/n and how they held each other every night when they go to sleep. I'm sorry, Y/n. He thought. I hope you'll forgive me. He involuntarily hugged Stephanie tighter and rubbed her arms, thinking that he was hugging Y/n.

"Thank you, Seb." Stephanie whispered and looked up at him. Love and longing clear in her eyes, turning the alarm again in his mind, but he mentally turned it off.

"No problem, Stephanie." He looked down at her and smiled, feeling his heart beat faster as he looked at her. He quickly turned away, not wanting to look at her too long, afraid of the consequences.

"Do you remember our first night together, Seb?" She asked, laughing a little.

"Hmm? Yeah, a little bit." He lied. He remembered every single detail of that night but he didn't want to admit it of course.

"I still can't believe you bought me McDonald's afterwards." She laughed and he laughed as well.

"Well.. I was hungry. It was a lot of work." He chuckled and she laughed even louder.

"I'm sure it was just like a warm up to you now." She teased. He didn't like where this was going so he stayed silent.

"And I can't believe we lied to our parents to get some money for the hotels." She chuckled again, referring to the time when they used to check-in into hotels around NYC to have some 'good time' because they didn't have anywhere private to do it.

"I know. Those were some crazy times." He laughed.

"It felt just like yesterday." She said as she looked up at him and stroked his cheek gently with her fingers. He froze as he felt her touch on his cheek. The alarm sounded loudly in his mind.

"You know, I often wonder what would have happened if I hadn't lost you. If I had.. if I had not been so stupid and stayed loyal to you." She sighed as she continued to stroke his cheek.

His heart ached as he listened to her. The pain of her betrayal came back and plagued his heart as the vision of a man opening her apartment door flashed by in his mind.

"You turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to me, Seb. No other men I dated were ever like you. I.. I regret so much what I did. There's not a day goes by that I wish I could turn back time and didn't betray you. I'm.. I'm sorry." She said as she turned his face down towards hers with her fingers.

His mind went blank as she leaned closer to him. Her lips went inch by inch closer to his. He wanted to move, he needed to move away from her, but the feeling of her breath on his lips and the warmth of her body so close to his - which he realized was naked underneath the bathrobe - hypnotized him.

For a split second his mind suddenly went to Y/n and Starlene. He saw in his mind's eye Starlene calling him 'Da-da'. He saw Y/n looking like the most beautiful princess out of a fairy tale, smiling at him as she walked down the aisle at their wedding. They don't deserve this. No one deserves this. He thought. So with all the willpower that he had he let go of Stephanie and pushed her away and immediately stood up.

"I'm sorry, Stephanie. This is a bad idea." He said, looking down at her with a slight coldness in his eyes.

"I'm.. I'm sorry, Seb." She said as she looked up at him in shame.

"I have to go." He said as he went to the wardrobe, pulled out a trouser and a jacket then put them on.

"Seb.. no, stay. I'll go." She said as she sat up.

"No, you can stay. I just want to go down to the bar and get something to drink. You should go to sleep." He said.

"Are you sure? Do you want me to come with you? I could use a drink." She laughed a little.

"No, that's a bad idea Stephanie. Just stay here and get some rest. Okay? I'll be right back." He said and Stephanie finally nodded.

He picked up his wallet and cellphone and soon went out the room, leaving Stephanie alone in the comfort of his room.

Sebastian went down to the lobby and headed to the hotel's bar not far from it. Unfortunately the bar was already closed. So he walked out of the hotel lobby and looked around. Thankfully it didn't take him long to find an open bar. There was a bar on the corner of the street, right next to the hotel. It's red neon light nameplate glowed bright against the dark sky.

He walked towards it and felt a little chill. The night air on the coast was quite cold, so he wrapped his arms around himself and quickly went into the bar.

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72 Croisette (The Gutter Bar), Cannes, France - May 17th - 2 am

The bar was not crowded. There were only four patrons sitting on tables inside. He went to the counter and ordered a martini then went to sit at a table near the window.

He took a sip of the martini and immediately felt more relaxed. He shook his head as his mind went through the events that just happened. Of all the crazy things that had happened during his honeymoon, meeting his ex was definitely not something he thought he would experience, and a troublesome ex too. He felt sorry for Stephanie but he couldn't keep doing this with her. She was clearly still infatuated by him and it was really dangerous for him to be around her again. He needed to keep his distance with her. So he decided that he would help her but just ask one of his assistants to help her find a job. He would block her phone number if needed. He thought.

"Salut, beau gosse." Suddenly he could hear a female voice greeting him in French.

He looked up and saw a beautiful long haired brunette woman, with big wide eyes and lips painted red. She was wearing skin tight red dress, accentuating her curves in all the right places. She smiled seductively at him, making him feel immediately uncomfortable.

"Sorry, I don't speak French." He said.

"Oh. Sorry. I said, hey there, handsome." She said in a thick French accent.

"Hi. Is there anything I can help you with?" He asked, his eyebrows raised.

"Mind if I sit with you?" She asked.

His mind screamed no but he didn't want to seem rude, so he nodded. "No, go ahead."

"Thank you." She smiled and sat next to him.

"So, what brings you to Cannes?" She asked.

"The film festival." He said as he stared at her. She looked a little like young Catherine Zeta-Jones. He thought in amusement.

"Ah, of course. Everyone is here for the festival." She smiled.

"What about you?" He asked as he took another sip of his martini.

"The film festival too. I'm a journalist." She said.

"Oh okay. From what publication?" He asked.

"Penthouse." She smiled with a little glint in her eyes.

"Interesting." He stated as the woman continued to give him a smile, making him feel uneasy. She seemed like she was trouble.

"What about you?" She asked, leaning closer to him as she put her right elbow on the table and her right hand under her jaw.

"Oh.. I'm just here to watch good movies." He lied.

"A film enthusiast huh?" She said.

"Something like that." He smiled as he took another sip of his martini.

"Well, what's your name Mr.Film Enthusiast?" She asked.

"James." He said, deciding that it was best not to give out his real name.

"Nice to meet you, James. I'm Camille." She said, extending her hand.

"Nice to meet you, Camille." He said as he shook her hand and immediately retracted it back.

"So, what is a handsome man like you doing out here alone at this hour?" She asked.

"I just need a drink." He shrugged.

"Stressed about something?" She teased.

"Yeah. Something like that." He chuckled.

"Well.. if you need something more than just a drink to help relax." She said slowly as she leaned even closer to him and put her hand on his thigh, startling him. "I can help." She winked.

He shook his head in disbelief. He had an escort in his hotel room and now he was being hit on by a f*****g hooker! The universe really liked to play jokes on him.

"No, thank you. I can deal with it myself." He said as he picked her hand up from his thigh and let it go.

"I won't charge you much. I can see whether someone has money or not." She said, making him laugh out loud.

"Okay. That's enough." He said as he finished his martini in one gulp and immediately stood up.

"James, was it something I said?!" Camille called out to him as he quickly went out of the bar.

He chuckled as he put his hands in his jacket's pockets and walked back towards the hotel. He wondered how things seemed to get crazier for him by the minute.

He glanced at his watch and saw it was only 2.30 am. He was scheduled to check-out from the hotel at 7 am so he still had 4 and a half hours to kill. With Stephanie in his room he couldn't go back there, at least until around 6. By then he could ask her to leave. So he decided to take a walk to kill some time.

He walked past the hotel and headed east. He remembered passing a public park by the beach on the way back from Le Baoli. He could probably sit there and enjoy the view of the park and the sea until the sun comes up.

The park was about half a mile from the hotel. The street was almost empty and the pedestarian road as well. He thought the night life in Cannes would last until morning, seeing how there was the film festival, but apparently not.

After about ten minutes he finally arrived at the park. The park was dark with only some lamps lighting it here and there. He passed a children's carousel as he headed towards a row of benches in the distance. The carousel reminded him of Starlene. If she was here with him he would have played with her, have her take a ride on the carousel. Oh Starlene, daddy misses you so much. He thought wistfully.

As he walked closer towards the benches he saw a silhouette of a man walking towards him quickly. He then heard footsteps walking quickly behind him. He glanced back and saw another man walking towards him quickly. He had a really bad feeling about this and decided to turn to the left and exit the park, but before he could walk very far both men arrived near him. One stopped in front of him and the other stopped behind him. Trapping him.

"Arrêtez-vous là ! Donnez-moi votre portefeuille !" ("Stop right there! Give me your wallet!") The man in front of him suddenly shouted at him in French and pointed a gun at his face.

His heart beat so fast in his chest as he raised his hands up in surrender.

"Sorry.. I.. I don't know what you're talking about. I don't speak French." He stammered.

"Wallet! Give us your wallet!" The other man who was standing behind him said in English as he walked to his front and pointed another gun at him.

"Ooh.. okay okay. Hold on." He said as he slowly pulled out his wallet and gave it to the man.

"Il n'a que cent euros ici. Pathétique." ("He only has a hundred euro in here. Pathetic.") The man said after opening his wallet.

"Give us your cellphone!" The man barked after giving his wallet to the other man.

"Oh, please, no. Not my cellphone." He pleaded, remembering all the contact numbers, data, pictures and videos on it.

"Give us your cellphone or we'll blow your brain out!" The man shouted, pointing the gun near his face until it touched his forehead, scaring him.

"Alright, okay. Calm down. Could I make a backup of it first? All my data, pictures and videos are there and.." suddenly the man hit his head with the gun. His eyes saw stars as he reeled back from the pain on his head.

"Give it to us now!" The man shouted.

For a split second he contemplated on what to do. He could tell the gun was fake by the sound of it when it hit his head. And he really hated to lose his cellphone. It had precious pictures and videos of Y/n and Starlene and his other loved ones. Not to mention all the contact numbers he had. He thought of fighting them. His skills from training for Bucky could be really helpful. But he also promised Y/n that he wouldn't get into a fight anymore.

Seeing how he was frozen in place, the man lifted his hand to give another hit on his head. But this time he was ready. He caught the man's hand before he could hit him and twisted his wrist. The man yelped in pain as the gun fell down clattering to the floor. The light sound of it falling to the floor confirmed his suspicion that it was a fake gun. The other man was about to shoot him with presumably another fake gun, but he didn't want to take a chance. He kicked the man's hand and the gun fell down clattering to the ground. Soon they ended up fighting with their bare hands. He threw punches and kicks at them and managed to kick one of them on the crotch and the other one on the stomach. As they doubled over in pain he immediately ran away from them, but they caught up to him quite fast.

He just reached the row of benches when one of them jumped at him from behind and they fell toppling down to the ground. He ended up lying down on the ground with the man kneeling on top of him. The man punched his face multiple times, and he thought he felt the wound on his eyebrow split open again. With all the power that he still had he kicked the man on his crotch and pushed him away. By then the other man had caught up to them and started fighting him too. The man punched his stomach and kicked his crotch, making him doubled over in pain. The man then gave a hard blow on his head making him fall down to the ground with his face down and everything around him went black.

Chapter 13 >

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I haven’t read or reblogged in so long, but let’s go.

I love how they all simultaneously live in the same AU. And Scott as a bartender, fuck me, that’s a hot thought. Good white/grey t-shirt and a cleaning rag over his shoulder or tucked in his pair of jeans 🫠.

"Bucky!" he heard you shout before he looked your way. "You're heeeeeeere!"

"Now we can get the party started," he smirked.

^ I love the admirational banter that’s behind it. Maybe you did not recognize it when writing, but it’s really sweet and loving in the way you read both sentences. An endearing touch.

“I thought ladies didn't kiss and tell," Bucky smirked when you invaded his space.

This made me laugh, but why would we tell all our secrets to boys. We do kiss and tell, along with extended reviews and then want feedback.

“It is right ‘cause I’m right. You’re hot and you do have a big dick you know it. You ruined me, mister,” you said, moving a hand to poke his firm chest. “And you're soooooooooooo cute. How’re you hot and cute? Explain.”

This gave me a good laugh, because something similar happened with one of my friends 🤣. This brought back memories.

I’m his rawhide cowboy feel is making me swoon, it’s so nice and sweet and I find myself giggling the whole time.

"Good," you sighed in relief before you began to drag him to the truck. "Now get inside me," you ordered.

The “fuck me now or lose me forever, stud.” type energy is so funny 😆

Dusk to Dawn

Pairing: Ranch Hand!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky reflects on how far gone he is for you when he picks you up during a night out. Word Count: 1.56k Warnings: Fl-irting, feels (it's me), dr-inking, pet name, implied -s-mut, ranch hand!Bucky (he’s a warning, okay?) Graphic talent and thanks: Banner - @sgt-seabass , Divider - @firefly-graphics, Header - yours truly A/N: @rookthorne, this Sunbeam is for you. Also @sebastianstanbingo square: "I'm going to f-ucking ruin you."❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own! Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky put the truck in park once he arrived at the bar. It was a nice night, the air still warm enough that he had his window down on the drive over. He had to work a little later than usual and would’ve felt guilty missing dinner, but you had already made plans to go out with the girls. You still had a meal wrapped up and waiting for him once he finished out his day. Steve and the other boys were jealous of your home cooked meals and for good reason.

Always taking care of me, Sunbeam.

Now he had to take care of you.

The familiar sound of chatter and live country music greeted Bucky as he walked through the door. It was a slower night, but still crowded enough that he had to dodge a few people. Like many in the town, the two of you were regulars there and it was rare for you to be there without him. He tipped his hat when he made eye contact with Scott behind the bar, who nodded toward your usual table along the far wall.

"Bucky!" he heard you shout before he looked your way. "You're heeeeeeere!"

He wondered just how many drinks you had. Enough that you were feeling good, but not enough to get sick. You could hold your own.

"Now we can get the party started," he smirked.

What followed was a beautiful laugh as you stood up from your chair and he couldn't stop himself from staring. Your smile was like watching the sunrise and he felt lucky he was worthy enough to see it another day. You chose to wear one of his favorite sundresses and paired it with the perfect pair of boots, giving him a chance to appreciate your perfect body. He unconsciously licked his lips as he sauntered toward you and noticed you did the same.

"Seeeeeee, what did I tell you?" you asked the group at the table when he stopped a foot away from you. "I said I’d bag the hottest guy here tonight.”

"We know. We all know," Darcy playfully rolled her eyes at the other girls. "Bucky's hot and he has a big dick and you love him. Blah, blah, blah."

“I thought ladies didn't kiss and tell," Bucky smirked when you invaded his space.

"Oh, I stopped being a lady the moment you had your wicked way with me," you smiled sweetly. "You ruined me. Congratu-fucking-lations."

"Is that right?" he asked, knowing he'd never forget that night.

He'd also never forget to treat you like a lady.

He inhaled the sweet liquor on your breath when you framed his face and leaned in close. You didn’t quite kiss him, but you did smile when your lips ghosted against his. He yearned for more.

“It is right ‘cause I’m right. You’re hot and you do have a big dick you know it. You ruined me, mister,” you said, moving a hand to poke his firm chest. “And you're soooooooooooo cute. How’re you hot and cute? Explain.”

The laugh Bucky let out was enough to make your friends laugh along with him. You could be a sweet or feisty drunk depending on the mood. The last time you got feisty was when some out-of-towner tried to hit on him. You made sure to let her, and everyone else in the bar, know he was a taken man.

As if he could want anyone else when he had his Sunbeam.

“Just the way I'm made,” he smiled, placing his hands on your hips and lightly swaying you to the music. “Like I'm made to love you.”

You didn’t say “aww” along with your friends, but your gaze softened a bit more. He didn’t believe the bullshit that a man had to be silent or embarrassed about loving anyone. He loved you and he was going to say it as often as he could.

“Is that why you’re here tonight?” you asked, a dreamy smile on your face as you plucked his hat from his head and placed it on yours. The smile you gave him was one of his favorites. “'Cause you love me?

"Yeah, I am,” he smiled back, one reserved just for you. It was one of your favorites. “You called, so I came running."

Where you go, I go.

"Then it’s a good thing I'm ready to go home with you, handsome. But I'm warning you, I’m not planning on sleeping. Gonna keep me up from dusk to dawn," you said happily before a thoughtful look crossed your face. "Or is it dawn to dusk? Doesn't matter. You're fucking me. That's what matters."

"You know I gotta get up early tomorrow," he reminded you as he tried not to laugh.

He worked hard to keep the place running and so did you. The tasks wouldn't do themselves, but the enticing thought of your legs wrapped around him as he indulged in your wet heat was worth dragging a little tomorrow. He'd catch up on sleep later.

"Not the only thing that needs to get up," you said, smirking when the realization crossed his face. "Ohhhhhh. You picked up what I put down."

"Now you're just teasing me," he said.

You yanked him closer by his belt buckle. "Teasing you would be telling you I'm not wearing anything under this dress."

He groaned quietly, suddenly jealous of the chair you occupied before he showed up. "You want me to fuck you before we get home?"

He took pride in seeing a tremor wrack your frame. "You better, Bucky Barnes, otherwise I'm fucking myself."

Hot, but not tonight.

"Where?" he smirked.

"My pussy. That's where," you said without skipping a beat.

A random guy nearby drinking his beer might've heard the exchange since he began to cough. The two of you certainly had a way with words. He didn't care if the entire bar heard it.

"Oh, I'm fucking your pussy," he promised. It was a feat he didn't start to twitch in his jeans. "I meant where are we doing this."

You hummed as you contemplated. "Bathroom or truck bed."

The image of your pussy soaked and waiting for him to fill it took over his thoughts more and more. He wondered how much shit he'd get if he dragged you off to the bathroom. It wouldn't be the first time. Throwing inhibitions out the window was something he grew used to with you.

But the truck bed might be better. He could also least lay you down. Not the most romantic gesture, but also not the worst place two of you had fooled around.

The fun part would be deciding if it would be done in the parking lot or if he'd pull over on the way home.

"Truck it is," he announced as he pulled you away. "Say g'night, ladies."

"Yeah. Please, leave," Darcy teased.

You looked over your shoulder as the rest of your friends said their goodbyes. "G'night, ladies! I'm going home with that hottest guy in town. Don't come looking for me."

And I got the most beautiful, amazing girl in town.

"Take care of her!" Darcy yelled.

"He will! I'm his Sunbeam," you said proudly before you went out into the night air and leaned into him with a giggle. "Hey."

"Hey," he smiled back, keeping you against him.

"Did you hear me? I'm your Sunbeam," you whispered before you giggled. "I'm your girl! You know that, right?"

"Yeah, I know that," he chuckled at your happiness.

What you didn't know was that he had a ring ready for you so he could make it official. It wasn't fancy or flashy, but it was bright and beautiful. Like the sun.

Like you.

"Forever your girl?"

"Forever my girl," he replied, his voice thick when he put a hand to the back of your neck. "You'll always be mine, Sunbeam."

Butterflies fluttering from a kiss isn't just something that happened with girls. Because the second he put his lips against yours, he felt like he'd float away if you didn't keep him on the ground. Even with your tipsy gaze when he pulled away, there was so much love in your eyes. It was brighter than all the stars above you. It was unconditional.

And he wanted to treat you like he was still trying to win you so he'd never lose you.

"Promise?" you asked so softly he almost missed it.

"Even if the sun stopped rising tomorrow, you'd still be mine and I'd be yours."

You were it for him.

"Good," you sighed in relief before you began to drag him to the truck. "Now get inside me," you ordered.

"Oh, I will," he promised, watching your hips sway.

You didn't stumble once as you found the truck, You were an impressive woman. And he was so far gone for you.

I'm going to fucking ruin you.

He heard your sharp inhale from the words he didn't realize he said out loud. "Told you, Bucky. You already ruined me, but you can do it again," you said, tapping the top of your head. "And I'm keeping your hat on."

"Yes, ma'am," he chuckled, knowing those two words would send more shivers up and down your spine.

And he'd do a lot more than that before the sun came up.

Do we want more of them, lovelies? Love and thanks for reading. ❤️

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the sweetest sin – bucky barnes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!reader

Summary: Bucky goes undercover at a charity event to get closer to you. You’re his mission. But that dress you’re wearing is a little too tempting…

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, r deals with weapons, r and bucky have a shared history, mentions of bucky’s trauma, r wears a dress, r is also shorter than bucky, somewhat public sex (in a restroom, door closed), slight dom bucky, they’re both really horny, very little plot, oral sex (f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, mirror sex, overstimulation, dirty talk, use of petnames (doll, darling), fingering with the metal hand, hair pulling

Word Count: 4k

A/N: This idea came to me after seeing the Thunderbolts trailer and I really hope you'll like this one!!

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The ballroom was filled with chatter and music. Multiple waiters were balancing champagne glasses on their trays, walking from group to group and handing them out with a smile. There were men discussing business deals, old friends exchanging memories and some women holding onto their husbands’ arms as they laughed. 

None of them paid any particular mind to the man in the corner of the room. 

Bucky Barnes was leaning against a stone pillar, his eyes roaming through the room as he attempted to find you in the crowd somewhere. He had declined every glass of champagne, so he could stay alert if you passed by him. 

He had not seen you in a while. To be honest, he had never kept up with your life. His own had been quite the mess after the Blip, but seeing your name in the mission file served as enough of a reminder of what you two had shared. Bucky had been a man without a path ahead of him, only fleeing from everyone that might recognise him, and there you had been – in Romania. You had only spent a few weekends together, but he had enjoyed them all the same. For that short while, he had felt like a normal man. 

When had things gone wrong in your life? Or had you always been involved with this kind of trade? 

The files on you did not mention any criminal activity when he had first met you in 2016. Had it been the Blip that forced you to join illegal weapon trading? Had it been something else in your life?

Bucky could never say he knew you. There had been many secrets between the two of you, starting with his very own identity. You had made him feel safe and yet he hadn’t been able to share his name with you, too afraid that it might slip you at the market or at the gas station. 

Back then, he barely even knew himself. His memories had been a disorganised mess, a whirl of moments and feelings he could not exactly put together. Even being with you, feeling your warm body around him and having your lips wander like feathers over his skin – it had felt almost foreign to his troubled mind. 

Those memories were cherished by him and once he had settled back into a somewhat normal life, Bucky had found himself reminiscing about them on lonely nights. 

Now he was after you. 

There were so many women with the same hair colour as you, but he felt certain that he would still recognise you between all of them. Sam did not know why he had been so determined on receiving this mission, but he would explain it to him in due time. Bucky had promised to reduce the number of secrets he had, but he had never felt comfortable sharing you with anyone. Until now, he had kept you hidden away in a part of his heart that only he could access – in the middle of the night, in quiet moments, in the comfortable space of his bed. 

A flash of white passed by him. Another man might have missed it, but he had been trained to notice any movement in the corner of his eye for years. He turned his head to the side, trying to find the same white dress in the crowd again and there you were. 

Your dress was low-cut, no sleeves and a slit on the side for your thigh and knee to peak through with every step. He flexed his jaw, taking a deep breath as he watched you talk with a man he did not recognise. A glass of champagne rested easily in your hand, your eyes fixed on the person in front of you. He was not blessed with enough enhanced hearing to make out any part of the conversation, yet he found himself entranced with the movements of your lips. 

Bucky had feared that this might happen. He had not seen you in so long and there were so many questions floating around in his head, so many unspoken things on his tongue. But you were his mission all the same and he had hoped to make this entire ordeal a little bit easier on you if it was him that came looking for you. 

The dress you were wearing almost demanded all of his attention. His cheeks started to feel warm once he allowed the memories to flood in. He had you spread out on your bed, his tongue expertly moving between your folds, strong arms holding you in place just for him. You had squeezed his cock so beautiful during every night you two shared and this dress, the flashes of your skin, all of it reminded him of those moments. 

In an attempt to gather himself, he pulled on the ends of his jacket, straightening it in the process.  

People always moved out of his way. Even with his metal hand covered up, they often didn’t want to cross him. It was a strange sensation, no doubt. Bucky would not call himself particularly frightening. 

He did not mean to interrupt your conversation, but he did linger a little closer to you than before. If he caught you alone for a moment, he could speak to you. 

You had seen him when you had turned around to place down your glass of champagne. Bucky Barnes had been a momentary part of your life in Romania, but he had lingered in the back of your mind for years. You had changed and so had the world around you. It didn’t change the way his touch had seemed to stay with you. In lonely moments, it had become a source of comfort, a source of wonder. Of course, you had eventually realised who he was. It had been all over the news. 

The Winter Soldier. 

How could you not know him after every newspaper in town had his face plastered on their front page? And yet he had been a stranger to you until the last second. 

Whatever choices he had made, they had led him here and they had led him to follow you. If you could trust any of the newspaper articles you had read about him recently, he was now one of the good guys and that meant he was out to get you. 

Not that you had committed a horrible crime, but you had given other people the supplies to commit theirs. Enough of an offence to have the former Winter Soldier on your tail. 

You knew he would not interrupt your conversation. He was waiting for the right moment to speak to you and that moment would have to be one between just you and him. You decided to give him the chance to since his eyes seemed to burn holes into your back. With an apologetic smile, you excused yourself to the toilet. 

Moving through the couples standing in your way, you briefly glanced back over your shoulder. He was following you, a stern expression on his face. You had only smile him a few times and those never seemed to reach his eyes in the slightest. There had been a deep sadness about the man you had met in Romania and you wondered if it was still there. 

You closed the door to the restroom behind you, but it opened again just a moment later. 

There was a tzzzz sound and you knew Bucky had used some sort of device to lock the door behind himself. After engaging in weapon trade for a few years, you had become familiar with different methods to remain undisturbed for important conversations. As you stood in front of the mirror, you did not look at him at first. 

His presence alone sent a shiver down your spine. 

Had he thought of you these past years? Had he remembered you in a positive way? 

Bucky had stayed with you even days after his departure from Romania. The memory of his touch had been with you during a shower, during the boring commute to your job and most importantly, during nights facing the moon in an attempt to feel the same way you did for those short weekends. 

His eyes continued to linger on you. He was almost frozen in place even though you did not even give him a glance again. Bucky wanted to tilt your head to the side, run his lips over the familiar skin of your neck and make you shiver in his arms as he had done before. You were right there, a temptation he should avoid. 

He was on a mission. He was not here to reconcile with an old acquaintance and he was definitely not here to indulge any of his own desires. No matter how tight his throat started to feel and how his body seemed to protest his every thought. After all, Bucky had felt alive with you. After so many years of living on auto-pilot, those nights with you had brought him back to this world a little. 

Bucky flexed his left hand. How was he supposed to initiate this conversation? 

I am here to arrest you. I need to know more about the people you’re supplying to…

Why are you wearing this dress? I can’t stop looking at you. 

Neither of these options would work. 

His steps echoed through the empty bathroom once he approached. His reflection appeared in the mirror, close to yours and you searched for his gaze until your eyes met. Maybe you had just imagined it, but Bucky’s expression seemed to soften for just a moment. 

His posture gave him away though. He was tense, metal hand curled into a fist by his side. A smirk appeared on your own lips. His eyes drifted down your neck, to your collarbones and eventually to your cleavage. Of course, he was looking at you. The dress was a nice one, showing just enough to tempt any man. 

Bucky had never been able to forget any detail about you. Having you right in front of him brought all the desire he previously felt right back. 

“It’s good to see you, Bucky.” 

He had never heard you say his name before. Back then, it had always been a different one, but it now sent a shiver down his spine. 

“It’s good to see you too.” 

You were not oblivious to the looks he was giving you. It seemed like your body was tempting him just as it had done years ago. Would it get you out of this situation? 

His suit looked good on him too. You had never seen him in formal clothing before, but it brought out the best in him. His eyes were still the same piercing blue as you remembered. Even though your weekends together had not been of the strictly romantic kind, you had spend hours upon hours gazing into his eyes and trying to make sense of the man in front of you. 

Bucky had always remained a mystery to you until your ways had eventually parted. 

“Have all these years taken your ability to talk to me?” You asked with a wicked smile, turning around to him fully as you leaned against the sink behind you. You could watch his gaze briefly turn towards your exposed knee, then flicker back to your face. 

“Not at all. I am here to talk to you about your job.” So you had been right. Bucky was here to talk to you about your trade, but if you were quite honest, you were not in the mood to talk about it at all. 

“Do we really have to talk about that? You haven’t seen me in years.” You stepped closer to him, taking a moment to appreciate the beard on his face and the curve of his lips. He looked healthier than the last time you saw him – stronger, even. Would his lips still feel good on yours? Would his hands know exactly where to touch you? 

Could he make you come undone like he had done so many times before? 

“No, we do not.” His voice had grown rougher, his gaze darkened just a little. 

Bucky could smell your perfume. It seemed to envelop him entirely, dulling all his thoughts until there was only you. 

You and your pretty dress. You and your tempting lips and a body he wanted to lose himself in. 

His mission was on the line. Could he allow himself to fail it? Return home with empty hands? Just because his hands wanted to be all over you. Bucky wanted to run his fingers over your exposed knee, let his hand wander up and up until he’d reach the wet folds between your legs. Would you still taste the very same there? 

“I did not expect to meet you again like-”

Bucky’s finger found your lips and stopped your words altogether. You blinked up at him, once, twice, through long lashes and he knew he was a doomed man this evening. 

“Quiet,” he whispered. While his right index finger rested on your lips, his left hand slid up your arm. The metal was cool against your skin, a familiar sensation you had dreamed about many times in the past years. 

“Just be quiet.” He leaned down to your ear, his lips grazing your skin ever so slightly. “You look lovely in this dress.” A soft kiss planted at the spot between your ear and your jaw. Enough to send a shiver down your spine. You pulled your arm away to grab his hand, planting it on your waist instead. 

Bucky took his finger away from your lips and looked at you, desire burning in his eyes. His pants were getting tighter the more he thought about your naked body and the promise of maybe exploring it once more. Even if this would be a short-lived moment, he wanted to cherish it. When would he ever get the chance to touch you again? 

You wanted to kiss him, you wanted to give your body to him, even if it was just for one evening. 

Pulling him just a little closer, you pressed your lips against his. Bucky’s hands firmly grabbed your waist, pressing you up against him. You could feel his arousal hard against your leg and it brought a smirk to your lips. He wanted you just as much as you wanted him. 

It was easy for him to lift you up onto the sink and part your thighs enough to stand between them. Bucky’s hands roamed your body, starting at your hips and running his big hands up your back. Your own began to wander to his shirt, opening it button for button, just to see his trained chest peak through. 

His tongue parted your lips, the kiss growing more hungry by the second. He felt like a man starved and you were the only one able to quench his thirst. 

“Need to fuck you in this dress.” His words were a low mumble against your lips, but still enough to make your panties almost feel soaked. Your pussy clenched around nothing, another sign that you needed him just as much. 

“Please do,” you whispered, already feeling out of breath when you briefly parted from each other. Bucky’s hands moved underneath your dress, squeezing the bare skin of your thighs, hands inching further to the inside. 

He wanted to savour this moment. Once you two left the restroom again, life would continue. For now, it could stay exactly like this. 

“Lift your hips for me, doll.” 

There it was. Doll. A familiar endearment from his lips and you were quite happy to oblige. Pushing yourself off the counter for a moment, Bucky hooked his fingers into the sides of your panties and pulled them down your legs. He pushed them into the back pockets of his pants, before kneeling down on the ground in front in you. 

His lips were laced with a wicked smirk after he wet his lips with his tongue. “Spread your legs for me.” 

Once your thighs had parted for him, you leaned back against the mirror behind you, the cool glass against the back of your head. Bucky’s warm breath on your most sensitive spot caused goosebumps to spread over your entire body. 

“Already so wet for me. Did you lure me here on purpose?” Even though you couldn’t see his smile, you could hear it in his voice. 

Whatever words you wanted to reply got stuck in your throat once Bucky’s lips wrapped around your clit. He sucked on it softly, his metal hand travelling closer to where you needed him the most. As his middle finger slid between your wet folds, you pushed your hips against his hand, eager for more. 

“Oh shit,” you cursed under your breath. The cold sensation of his metal digit inside you left you gasping with every new curl of his finger. Bucky continued to alternate between sucking on your sensitive nub and flicking his tongue against it. 

He knew how to work your body and he wanted to see you explode in front of him. Your taste on his tongue was enough to keep him satisfied for days. Once he added another finger, filling your pussy so tightly, you pressed your left hand down on your mouth to prevent your moans to slip past your lips. 

Your right hand found its way into Bucky’s hair, pressing him just a little closer to your middle. The tension in your abdomen became more and more, your walls quivering around his fingers. With every stroke of his fingers inside you, with every expertly placed flick of his tongue, he brought you closer to a climax and he could tell. 

Bucky felt your walls clench around his hand, your thighs shaking around his head. A deep groan escaped him. It was enough to sent vibrations through your core, your squeal only being muted by your own hand around your mouth. 

“Come for me, darling.” You wanted to obey his wishes and with one more roll of your hips and a flick of Bucky’s tongue against your clit, your orgasm rolled over you. Your hand pulled harder on his hair as you tried to keep as quiet as possible. Bucky loved the feeling of your thighs closing around his head, almost threatening to smother him in-between. 

When he stood back up once your climax had worn off, he licked over his lips slowly. You barely had time to catch your breath when he pulled you right back into his arms, erection pressing against your thigh as you could taste yourself on his tongue. Bucky’s kiss was eager and hungry, his metal hand sneaking up the back of your neck. 

“Can you taste yourself on my tongue?” His words were a mumble against your mouth, almost being drowned out by another kiss. Bucky’s eyes were wide with lust, his hand manoeuvring your neck to the side, so he could run his tongue up your neck. Another moan slipped past your lips, your body eagerly pressing into his. You wanted to savour each of his touches and stop time. 

You nodded in reply, feeling the rough brush of his beard against your jawline. It was enough to make you shiver, enough to want even more of him. 

“Talk to me,” he urged you, his mouth right next to your ear. 

“Yes, I can.”

Your voice was trembling, your hands fumbling to get a hold of his cheeks. When you cupped his cheeks, you turned his face towards you. Bucky’s cheeks had turned a soft red colour and his hips were slightly rolling against your leg. He needed the relief as much as you had. 

“I need you.” 

Bucky didn’t need to hear more than that. You helped him open his pants and slide them down, his boxers soon following. In an attempt to relieve some of the need between your legs, you squeezed them together, but Bucky quickly pulled them apart once more. 

“Need to be inside you,” he mumbled against your neck. Your hands moved to his back, legs wrapping around his hips and Bucky grabbed the underside of your thighs to position you properly. His tip brushed past your folds, eliciting a soft gasp from you. Bucky had always filled you out so nicely and you couldn’t wait to feel it again. 

When he pushed inside, you leaned your head back against the mirror behind you. Bucky let out a soft groan, closing his eyes to savour the feeling. Your walls were still so very tight around him, fitting perfectly around his cock. His first thrust was slow, but it filled you out all the same. 

Your fingers attempted to get a hold of his shirt as he leaned down and softly sucked on the soft skin at your throat. “Fuck,” you groaned, pushing your hips up to feel him even deeper. Every thrust sent another wave of pleasure through you, your body rocking in sync with his even when his thrusts grew more rapid. 

Bucky’s fingers dug into the soft skin around your hips, holding you in place as started to chase his own high. The knot in your abdomen got tighter and tighter. 

He groaned into your shoulder, face pressed against your skin, his hot breath leaving goosebumps spread over your entire body. “Shit,” you cursed again, feeling yourself getting so close to that sweet high – once again. 

Before you could reach your sweet relief, Bucky pulled out again, leaving your cunt empty and leaking. A puzzled expression appeared in your face, but you soon knew what his plan was. In one swift movement, Bucky had you off the counter and turned around, seeing your own flushed face in the mirror. 

Bucky entered you once more, this time with one hard thrust. It was already enough to send you over the edge, but his thrusts kept going. Your pussy was spasming around him, legs trembling as your orgasm just kept going. Bucky’s metal hand pressed down on your mouth to silence your moans as he kept the ruthless pace up, hitting your sensitive spot over and over again. 

The pleasure was too much, your thighs trying to squeeze together and your hands holding tightly onto the counter. His grunts of pleasure filled your ear and his eyes searched for yours in the mirror. Once your gazes met, his teeth scraped against your earlobe, his thrusts growing almost erratic. Bucky was so close too, so close to spending himself inside you. 

“Going to fill you up, doll,” he groaned and as you pushed your hips back again, walls squeezing his cock so deliciously, it finally tipped him over the edge. His low moan sounded in your ear and his face was distorted with lust. The sight alone gave you one final push to reach your next high, one hand desperately holding onto Bucky’s strong forearm. 

He held you in place as ropes of cum painted your insides white, his cock still pulsing inside you. Bucky wanted to hold you like this forever, as close as humanly possible, and never let go again. 

Soft kisses were planted on your shoulder, his beard scraping along your soft skin, leaving a slight redness behind. His lips wandered over to your pulse point, making you whimper as you pressed yourself back into his chest. 

“I’ve missed you.”

His words were unexpected, but you cherished them all the same. You had missed him too – more than you often liked to admit. 

“I missed you too.” 

There were still so many things to discuss between you, but Bucky was pretty sure that those could wait for another moment longer. That dress had already distracted him more than enough, but he wished to remember every little detail of you wearing it. That would take time. 

It definitely looked like time had stopped for the both of you, even if it was just for tonight. 

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So I fell down this rabbit hole on @/animarvelita on TikTok with all these AI images of Bucky!! Now I want to go back an reread all my fav fan fiction with these images in mind 😍

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pairings: dbf!bucky x y/n reader

summary: after yet another failed date your dad’s best friend Bucky cheers you up.. 

warnings: smut 18+ only (unprotected sex, oraL (M & F receiving), fingering, creampie, cockwarming, praise kink, safe word(mentioned not used), innocence kink), age gap (reader is early twenties, bucky is mid 40’s), use of pet names, swearing, body shaming (not from reader or bucky), insecure thoughts (reader) - let me know if I missed any :)

word count: 4092

a/n: I’m a slut for dbf!bucky so I had to use him for my first time writing smut🤭 go easy on me please i tried😭

Feedback, likes and reblogs are much appreciated :) 

I do not give permission for my work to be copied, reposted or translated on any other platform.

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“Y/n?” 

“Yeah! Hey, Ryan right?” He just nodded and sat opposite you, clearly not caring he had shown up 20 minutes late. .

“You’re not what I expected” he tried to play it off with a chuckle but you just looked at him in shock, completely confused.

“What were you expecting?” 

“Someone a little.. you know” he pauses for a moment and looks you up and down before continuing, “it doesn’t matter” Before you could question what he meant you hear a familiar voice come from behind you. 

“Y/n, how are you sweetheart?” As you go to turn your head you feel a cold hand on your shoulder, instantly telling you who was there. 

“Buck! What are you doing here?” 

“I’m picking up some dinner on the way home from work, just spotted you two over here and thought I’d say hi” He looks over at your date with a slight smile. Bucky had always been protective over you, ever since he started working with your dad, he’d always be over at your house for some reason or another, but you’d never complain. You’ve secretly been crushing on him for a while now, there was just something about him that you loved, not to mention he was the hottest guy you’ve ever seen. 

“Oh right, sorry! This is Ryan, my date” You point your hand towards him, “Ryan, this is Bucky, one of my dad’s friends” Ryan stands up and holds his hand out waiting for Bucky to shake it. 

“Nice to meet you Bucky” So he doesn’t lack all respect it seems.

“Call me James” He tightly squeezes Ryan’s hand, maybe too hard as Ryan tries to pull away slightly. You couldn’t help the blush creeping up onto your face. Bucky only introduced himself as James to people he didn’t like, come to think of it you had only heard him introduce himself as James a few times. Once when you brought a boy home in your first year of college, to the creepy neighbours who moved into your street whilst Bucky was over for dinner and one of his colleague’s. He must have a good judge of character because all of those people turned out to be total dicks. 

“Well, I won’t take up any more of your time, have a good night you two” He leans down to give you a hug, and whispers into your ear, just loud enough so Ryan can hear. “See you later sweetheart” He turns to Ryan and nods before leaving. You feel your mood drop as he walks away, you were sad that he was leaving, especially with it meaning you were stuck with your sad excuse for a date. You pick up the menu and go to ask what he’s thinking of getting before the waitress interrupts.

“Ready to order?” Before you can respond asking for an extra few minutes Ryan answers for you. 

“I’ll have the pasta special  and she’ll have the chicken salad.'' You shoot him a confused look, similar to the look the waitress is giving you both. You couldn’t believe he was ordering for you, and ordering you a salad at that. God, you could not wait for this night to be over already. 

Surprisingly the conversation from there wasn’t that bad, he asked you about your job to which you explained the recent job you’d gotten as an elementary school teacher. Things were looking up until your food arrived. “I hope you didn’t mind me ordering for you, salad is always a safe choice, you know?”

“Do you have a problem with how I look or something?” He didn’t even seem shocked or embarrassed when you asked. 

“I’ve just never dated someone as big as you”

“what?” Was he serious right now? You’d gained a little weight recently due to stress eating but you didn’t think other people would notice, or point it out.

“Do you not think you could lose a few pounds? You’d look so much better, especially with a dress like that on.” You could feel the tears forming in your eyes as he spoke, little droplets gathering on your eyelashes. You tried to stop your voice from shaking before answering him. 

“I don’t think this is gonna work out” 

He rolls his eyes and scoffs. “God. Women are so sensitive these days” You didn’t want to show him how he was affecting you so you grab your jacket and walk out without looking back. You’re only outside for a couple minutes before you hear that voice again, along with a car horn. You lift your head up and see Bucky parked just ahead of you.

“You okay sweets?” 

“Buck, you’re still here?” you begin to walk towards him.

“Mhm, food took a while to come out. What’s wrong, are you okay?” 

You quickly wiped away the tears that were rolling down your cheeks “I’m fine, just wanna get home” 

“Hop in, I’ll give you a ride home” 

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna-“

“Don’t be silly, you know I don’t mind” you force a small smile out before making your way to the passenger side. 

“How was your date?” You turn to him with a look that makes it clear it was not a good time. 

“He was an ass” His gaze softens on you and he puts his hand onto your thigh and rubs circles over it with his thumb. 

“I knew it” He notices you trying to smile and softens his tone, “I’m sorry sweetie, come on I’ll take you home” 

“Thank you” He softly squeezes your thigh before moving his hand to focus on driving you home. You missed his touch already, it made you feel safe like you had someone who cared but it also excited you, making your body heat up. You quickly threw that idea out, he was your dads best friend, he would never think of you that way. 

Your apartment isn’t far away, the car journey only lasts around 10 minutes. It was a mostly quiet car ride, Bucky didn’t try and make you open up about your date but he was worried, you seemed really upset with whatever had happened. “Are you sure you're okay?” 

You tried to answer without letting your shaky voice show but you failed, “I just wanna get in and get changed out of this dress” You rub your hands over your dress to try and make yourself look better, you couldn’t help but think you looked bad after Ryan spoke about you like that. When Bucky parks outside your apartment you sit  in silence for a moment, you didn’t want to get out because it meant Bucky would be leaving you. “Do you want to bring your food in? It’ll be cold by the time you get back to yours” 

“That would be great, if you don’t mind” 

“Course not Buck” You both get out and walk up to your door. Bucky noticed you playing with your dress on the way, “you look real pretty in that dress” You turned to him as he spoke to you, surprised with what he said.

“Really? I thought I liked it too but, I, I don’t know” you trailed off slowly. 

“Whatever that asshole said to you, don’t listen to him. You look great” 

“Thank you Buck but you really don’t have to say that” 

“I mean it sweetheart, you look gorgeous” You smile up at him, a little less forced this time. It takes you a minute to compose yourself and find your keys but you finally manage to unlock the door.

“Sit down, I’ll get you a plate” 

“Bring two” he shouts through from the couch to your kitchen. 

“Okayy” you're slightly confused but take two plates out the cupboard along with two beers from the fridge, “but why do you need two?” 

“So you can have some” you weren’t in the restaurant too long, did you eat anything?” 

You were tempted to pretend you weren’t hungry but you really were starving. “Is there enough to share? I left before I could eat my salad” 

“Salad? you went to an italian restaurant and ordered salad?" Bucky laughed. 

“He ordered for me” Bucky stopped laughing as soon as the words left your mouth, and he started shaking his head. 

“What a dick, here” he unpacks his bag of food and lays them on the table in front of you both. “help yourself to as much as you like, lucky for you my eyes are too big for my belly” 

“So where'd you find this guy anyway?” 

You sat on the sofa for an hour or so and explained the whole story, including everything that happened on the date. By the end of it Bucky was angry, angrier than you’d ever seen him. He pulls his hand up to your face and cups your cheek, “Don’t let some boy make you feel insecure, you don’t need to change for anyone, and anyone would be lucky to have you” 

No one had ever spoken to you with such kind words and you could feel the tears forming again, you tried to play it off. You were embarrassed for being so emotional. “I’m sorry, just no one ever speaks about me like that” 

“You deserve to hear it everyday, and I really mean that” 

“Thank you buck, and thank you for sharing your food.” 

“Anytime sweetie” 

“I’m gonna go get changed and then I’ll clean this up okay?” 

“Sure, take your time” 

Only a couple minutes pass before Bucky hears you calling his name from your bedroom. 

“Y/n? are you alright” worry had set in fast, faster than it probably should’ve but he cared about you alot. he practically ran through, only stopping when he walked into you. 

“Where's the fire jesus” he puts his hands on your shoulders to try and steady you both. 

“I heard you calling my name, are you alright?” you couldn’t help but smile at his concern for you, it was nice to have someone who cared for you. 

“I’m okay, my hair’s just stuck in my zip, can you help me with it?” you reply as you walk back into your room, Bucky following you close behind. 

“Yeah, come here” you turn your back to him and lift your hair that isn’t stuck out of the way” 

“We might just have to cut it off” you playfully slapped his arm. 

“You wouldn’t dare” he places his hands to your hair and begins to work its way out, the touch of his fingers sends shivers all over you, you try to stifle the moan you make but you can tell you failed. 

“I'm just kidding don’t worry, there you go that should be it out” he says but he doesn’t move his hands. instead he turns you around and looks into your eyes. “You really are beautiful, especially in this dress” he loves to lean into your neck and whispers quietly, “even if I would prefer to see it on the floor” Yet again you couldn’t stop the blush appearing onto your cheeks, did he really say that?

You pull your head back a bit, Bucky starts to think he made you uncomfortable but it was quite the opposite, you pull his face towards you and push your lips together, it was a deep kiss, slow with an intensity you hadn’t felt before. You begin to pull away slowly, scared of overstepping but he pulls you back up against him, his hand cupping your hair, not too tight so you could pull away if you wanted to. His lips were soft, different to what you expected but it felt good. He pulls away slightly, but you can feel his grin against you. 

“You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that”  he says whilst catching his breath. 

“Really?” he hums in agreement. “What else did you want to do?” you feel his grin grow even more. He pushes you back a bit towards your bed and you follow him. 

“You sure you want to do this?” 

“I’m sure Bucky, please” 

“Just say red if you want to stop, okay?” you nod your answer. “I need words sweetie” 

“Yes buck” 

“Good girl” you can feel your panties getting wetter the more he talks to you, you desperately need him to touch you. 

“Bucky please” he could hear the desperation in your voice and it made him laugh, he loved having this effect on you. 

“What do you want, sweetheart? tell me what you want me to do to you” You got shy all of a sudden and it took a minute to find your words. 

“I want you to touch me” Bucky trails his hand down your body and stops between your legs. 

“Here?” he rubs circles over your clit through your dress making you moan and grab into his shoulder. 

“Fuck.. please Bucky” he takes his hand away, you pout up at him. 

“Take off your dress. and lie down” you do as he says, as he watches you with a grin on his face. It doesn’t take you long before you're laying down and Bucky crawls on top of you. He starts to kiss your neck, slowly making his way down to your breasts. “Can I leave this on?” he asks pointing to your bra, you just nod. Thank god you chose this lingerie set today. “You look so sexy in it, making me so hard baby” You let out a little laugh at him,”You’ve gone all shy on me sweets” 

“I'm sorry” Bucky shakes his head.

��Don’t apologise, it’s cute” He continues kissing you slowly, stopping when gets to the band of your panties. He begins to slowly take them off, “still okay?” 

“Yes, please buck. I need you” you whisper to him. 

He throws your panties onto the floor and opens your legs, biting his lips as he sees your pussy glistening in front of him. “Such a pretty pussy”

He lowers his head down and licks his lips before rubbing his fingers over your pussy, collecting the slick already gathered there. He brings his fingers up to his mouth and slowly licks them. “You taste so sweet baby” you feel your cheeks flush at his compliments, “Sweetest thing I ever tasted” he speaks before lowering his head back down. 

He presses his finger to your clit and pushes down a little, making you whimper. “Bucky please” you try to roll your hips up to get him closer to you. “Please buck i need you”

He doesn’t say anything but in the next second you feel his tongue against you. “Fuck Bucky” it was so much better than you were expecting. 

“Aw sweets, you're so wet. Is this all for me?” you nod again, biting your lip. He had hardly touched you and you already felt better than you ever have with anyone else. 

You tried to close your legs to escape the overwhelming feeling but Bucky pushed them open again and looked up to you. this was something you’d dreamt of seeing, having him looking up to you from between your legs. you couldn’t believe this was really happening.

“Gotta keep them open baby, so I can make you feel good” you nod down at him, as you nod he teases his finger around your pussy making you throw your head back. 

He lowers his head again and brings his tongue to your clit and begins to roll his tongue over it. You start to move around, the feeling is too much, he lifts his arm up to your stomach and presses down slightly to stop you from squirming. He uses his other hand to tease your pussy, “Fuck, your so tight sweetie”, he lifts himself up a little and brings his hand to your mouth and holds out two fingers. “Spit on them” you hesitate at first before dropping your spit onto them. 

When he gets back done to your legs he lightly blows on your clit, making you moan out. He begins to tease your hole and starts putting one finger in, slowly, “Fuck, i can’t wait to get my cock in you baby, your so tight” he pushes his finger in and out slowly a few times before adding in another. You can’t help the moan that leaves your lips. you don’t care how loud you’re being, it feels too good.You could feel the ache in your pussy getting stronger, your orgasm fast approaching, you’d never come this fast before. 

“Bucky, please don’t stop” he doesn’t stop, he speeds his fingers up feeling you tightening around them. “Oh.. Fuck. Bucky please I'm gonna- I’m gonna come. Don’t stop” you throw your hands around you, grabbing onto the covers and squeezing them as hard as you can.

“Come for me baby” a few more thrusts of his fingers and you come, your eyes roll back, your orgasm leaving you whimpering, Bucky drops his head down and licks your come. “How do you feel sweetie?”

“Good” is all you can manage, still trying to catch your breath. 

“You did so good baby” he crawls back up to you and plants a kiss on your lips, you can taste yourself on him. You feel his cock through his jeans touching your stomach and reach down for it. 

“Bucky?” you ask shyly. 

“Yeah baby?” he pushes your hair out of your face and cups your cheek.

“Can I touch you?” you slightly squeeze his bulge as you ask, batting your eyelashes up at him. 

He chuckles a little at how shy you are. “Of course you can sweets” he lays down beside you and guides you to sit up beside him. you start to unzip his jeans pull them down before he lifts his hips up making it easier for you to remove his clothes. When his jeans are off you see his cock jump up, it was a lot bigger than you had ever seen before. nerves started to slowly set in, what if you couldn’t make him feel as good as he made you? 

It was as if Bucky could read your mind, he saw the concern in your eyes and started to reassure you. “Sweetie, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to” 

“I want to” you reply quickly before quieting down and slowly continuing “I just don’t know if it will be as good as you made me feel, I don’t wanna disappoint you” 

“You could never disappoint me baby, I'll help you if you need it okay?” you nod your head, and trail your fingers up his thighs before reaching for him. You grab the base of his cock, your hand doesn’t reach around it fully so you bring your other hand beside it. “Fuck baby, that already feels so good” his praise gave you a bit more confidence. Quickly gathering some spit in your mouth, you drop it down onto the tip of his cock, and use your thumb to rub circles over it. He was feeling so sensitive he couldn’t stop his groans leaving him, “fuck Y/N, keep doing that” you did just that, whilst your other hand slowly rubs up and down his cock. 

“Can I put it in my mouth?” Bucky's a bit taken aback by your sudden confidence but he doesn’t hesitate to answer. 

“Please do” you move closer to him and settle between his legs, you lower your head down and lick his tip gently before bringing your tongue down to the base and working your way back up slowly. “Fuck, baby you keep doing that and your gonna make me come.” His praise was making your cheeks flush and he noticed, so he kept going. “Baby you're doing so good, it feels so. fuck. so good” You begin to put his cock in your mouth, going as far down as you could before bobbing your head up and down. Bucky places his hand on your head and slightly pushes your head down further, “fuck sweetheart, your gonna make me come.” 

You speed up, wrapping your hands around his shaft where your mouth can’t reach, Bucky was moaning and whining loudly beside you, his breathing was speeding up. You could tell he was about to come, you wanted him to come in your mouth, you needed to taste him.

“Baby, I’m gonna come, oh god I’m gonna come” he expected you to pull away from him but you keep going until his come shoots down your throat. “Fuck baby, fuck that was good” you look up to him, come dripping out your mouth and smile. “You look so pretty covered in my come sweetheart” He smirks at you, making you blush yet again. You use your finger to collect the come dripping out your mouth and suck on it, which makes Bucky’s cock twitch. 

You look down and see that he’s still hard, so you crawl up to him and whisper into his ear “could you fuck me?” so quietly he hardly hears you. 

“Sweetie you gotta speak up” you pout at him, but repeat yourself. You could feel your pussy throbbing, you needed him inside you. 

“I want you to fuck me Bucky, please” He turns to you

“Lie down” you immediately do as he says. “I’m gonna fuck you like the good, dirty girl you are” he grabs his cock and stroked himself a couple times to get it ready for you. “Remember to use the safe word if you need me to stop okay?” 

“I remember, but please just fuck me. I need you” he brings his cock to your pussy, pushing just the tip in. “Go slow please, you're bigger than I’ve ever had” Bucky felt a hint of jealousy over the thought of anyone else being inside you but he pushed it aside and focused on you. 

“I’ll be gentle don’t worry sweetheart” He brings his tip out and pushes slowly back in a couple times, letting you adjust to him. When it becomes easier he goes in deeper, nearly halfway in. You moan in the mix of pain and pleasure, he was stretching

you but it felt good. 

“Fuck Bucky, you feel so good, keep going please” He pushes in further, rubbing circles over your clit as he does, making it easier for him to fit inside you. 

“Shit baby, you're so tight. squeezing my cock so good” He hadn’t even fucked you properly yet and you could already feel your orgasm coming close. 

“Bucky fuck me please, just fuck me” he bottoms out inside of you, hitting a spot you didn’t even realise existed within you. “OH my god Bucky, keep going. please. It feels so good” 

“Such a good girl for me, taking my whole cock” your moans make him fuck you harder, chasing the release he so desperately needed “So good sweets, you feel so good” 

“Fuck, Bucky. duck me harder please Bucky” 

“You want more?” he thrusts into you harder as he says each word. “Fuck, you’re gonna milk my cock” you can feel your orgasm coming at you with full force.

“Buck I’m gonna -fuck I’m gonna come, don’t stop please” 

“Aw baby you gonna come all over my cock?”  you nod your head, unable to form words at this point “oh fuck. you're squeezing me so tight I’m gonna come. You want me to come inside you? Want me to fill you up?” 

You nod quickly, trying to bring yourself to speak. “Please, please Bucky come inside me please” 

“Always using your manners, sweets, even when you're so drunk on my cock hmm?” You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him towards you.

“Bucky please” you were desperate for your release at this point. He lifts your hands and puts them either side of you, each of his hands pinning yours down and towering himself over you. 

“Oh fuck. Come with me baby. Come with me” He’s thrusting into you so hard, hitting that spot again and again. Your legs begin to shake as your orgasm crashes through you. “Fuckk.. Oh my god Bucky” 

“So. Fucking. Good.” he replies, just as his cock crashes into your pussy. “You milked me so good, such a good girl baby” 

Bucky goes to pull out of you but you stop him, “stay like this please? Just for a little bit”

He cuddles into you as close as he can without moving out of you, and places a kiss on your forehead.

“Anything for you sweetheart”