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witchywithwhiskey · 1 month ago

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pairing: toxic!bucky barnes x toxic!female reader

summary: you're feeling particularly needy one night, but when you text your situationship to come over, he reminds you that he won't wear a condom, which is a problem since it's a risky time of the month for you. but you tell him to come over anyway.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), established situationship, smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering (f receiving), consensual non-consent and consensual sexual coercion, sexual roleplay, 'just the tip' trope, breeding kink, bdsm elements, some biting and marking, some dacryphilia, some pain play, dirty talk, daddy kink, praise kink, degradation kink, pet names (baby), begging, teasing, multiple orgasms, aftercare, taking and sending nude photos, possessive behavior, toxic behavior, jealousy, referenced but not shown situationship between reader and john walker, very anti-john walker behavior

word count: 8.5k

a/n: listen, i definitely wrote this at a certain time of the month and i'm not going to apologize for it!!! what i will apologize for is the fact that this ended up being way longer than i expected!! i wanted these to be short little fics, but apparently toxic bucky won't let me keep things short 🤭 anyway, this was fun to write and i hope y'all enjoy it!! ♡

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You missing me, baby?

You could perfectly imagine the arrogant smirk on Bucky Barnes’ stupidly handsome face and the playful glint of mischief in his eye as he asked you that question in response to the picture you’d sent. It was a hastily taken photo of your body clad only in one of Bucky’s t-shirts, your fingers pulling up the hem to show a pair of panties—the ones that had made him groan like he was being tortured when he’d first seen them.

The truth was, you were missing him. You were horny as fuck and you didn’t care if he knew it—which, you were certain he did, because you only ever sent him lewd photos of yourself when you wanted him—but would it kill Bucky to show a little bit of reciprocity, instead of sending you that teasing response?

It didn’t matter that his playfully cocky words only drove your need higher, your body warming as heat flooded between your thighs. You were missing Bucky’s brand of arrogance, and it was all you could think about, the deep rasp of his voice in your ear while he pounded into you, the dirty and depraved things he’d say as his cock slid into your pussy, stretching you out just the way you needed.

You knew, without even touching yourself, that neither your fingers nor your toys would be enough for you that evening. You needed Bucky. Not John Walker, not any of the other guys on your roster—only Bucky Barnes could satisfy the need burning through your body.

So you rolled onto your knees and lowered your upper body to your bed, arching your ass high in the air. You positioned your phone and took a photo of your curved ass, barely clad in your panties, with the TV on your dresser also in frame. You took photos until you got one that you liked well enough and sent it to Bucky.

I’m bored, come chill.

Your text deliberately didn’t acknowledge Bucky’s question—and you weren’t asking him to come over, you were demanding it. You refused to beg a guy like Bucky Barnes, who refused to be exclusive with you, to come over and fuck you.

But you knew the simple request would drag him away from whatever he was doing on that Saturday evening and get him to your apartment.

So you were surprised when he texted back and didn’t immediately say he was on his way.

You sure? If we end up fucking, I’m not wearing a condom.

The second you finished reading Bucky’s text, you shoved your face into one of your pillows and let out a frustrated groan. Of course Bucky hadn’t forgotten you were in the process of switching to a new birth control and you’d told him that if he was going to fuck you, he’d have to wear a condom.

He’d taken it better than you expected—especially for a guy who claimed sex with you “didn’t feel as good” when he wore a condom. He hadn’t thrown a tantrum or tried to talk you into fucking bare while it was unsafe. He’d seemed happy enough with handjobs and blowjobs, and had always reciprocated by getting you off with his fingers or mouth.

But you could tell from his text that he was reaching his limit and, truthfully, so were you.

You missed the feeling of Bucky’s bare cock sliding into you, the heat of his stiff length and the drag of his veins against your sensitive inner walls. You were desperate to feel his cum flooding your cunt, filling you up with his seed while his balls twitched against your ass or clit, and he groaned low and deep in your ear.

Bucky was the only man on your roster allowed to fuck you bare, and it was entirely contingent on him swearing on his mother’s grave that you were the only girl he fucked without a condom. As far as you knew, Bucky had kept his promise—which you knew because you made him get tested at the local clinic at least once a month.

Still, you were only four weeks in to the 4-6 week period where your doctor had told you to use secondary methods of birth control while you were switching prescriptions. And you were so horny that you were probably ovulating—but you wanted Bucky so bad you could barely think.

In fact, the thought of letting Bucky cum inside you when it wasn’t a safe time of the month, and was extra not safe because you were switching your birth control, turned you on so much, your whole body shivered with need. Something about the idea, how risky it was, how it might mean Bucky would knock you up, was too good to be ignored.

You were so horny, you were seconds away from shoving a pillow between your thighs simply so you’d have something to hump against. That probably should’ve been a sign that you weren’t thinking clearly, but instead, it had you making up your mind.

You decided having Bucky over—having him fuck you raw—was worth the risk. In a brief moment of clarity, you reasoned with yourself that there was always the morning after pill. That was good enough for you.

So you texted him back.

I’m sure.

Bucky showed up to your apartment so soon after you texted him that you were sure that he either broke a number of traffic laws driving over from wherever he’d been, or he’d already been on his way. You loved both ideas, and didn’t want him to give you another reason, so you opted not to ask.

But for how fast he’d gotten to your place, he seemed content to take his time getting to the main event. When you opened the door, you’d been expecting (or, rather, hoping) he’d pounce on you. Instead, he pulled you into his arms and gave you a brief, chaste kiss, asking how your week was and how you’d been since he last saw you.

Then, as you entertained his desire for small talk, Bucky made himself comfortable, stretching out on your bed after kicking off his shoes and beckoning you to curl up with him. You did so, a little warily, and even put on a show you’d seen a million times since you figured Bucky would distract you from it soon enough.

But he didn’t.

You lasted all of five minutes before you were lifting your head from Bucky’s chest to look at him, surprised to find the guy you’d texted to come over and fuck you was seemingly engrossed in your show. You whined his name in a pitiful voice, “Bucky.”

The arrogant smirk you’d pictured when he’d texted you earlier spread across his face and he squeezed you tighter in his hard, muscled arms.

“Shhh, baby, watch your show,” he rumbled, rolling you onto your back so he was curled around your side, throwing a leg over yours and burying his scruffy face in your neck. “I’m just here to chill, right?” There was a teasing note in his voice that had you huffing out a frustrated sound.

“Bucky…” you grumbled, even as you shifted your head on your pillows to give him easier access to your neck. He rewarded you by kissing your soft skin, sending a tendril of heat curling down your spine and settling heavily between your thighs. “You know this isn’t what I meant when I told you to come over.”

Bucky lifted himself up onto his forearm, hovering above you so he could stare down into your eyes. His arrogant smirk had slipped off his face, leaving a serious expression as he took in the pinched, frustrated look on yours. He seemed to come to some kind of decision as he stared at you.

“It’s not a safe time for you, right, baby?” he asked, each word said slowly, intentionally, another meaning laced within. “You don’t want me to tell you that I’m horny as fuck and the only thing I want is to bury my bare cock in you and cum in your unprotected pussy—you don’t want me to try to talk you into it, to coerce you, right, baby?”

At his filthy words, your heart thundered in your chest and your pulse thrummed between your thighs, and for a brief, blistering moment, you considered throwing a whole entire hissy fit because that’s not what you wanted. You wanted the opposite of what Bucky was saying—and then the deeper meaning in his words hit you.

Bucky wasn’t really asking if you wanted him to be nice and respectful of the boundaries you’d set, even though you’d already essentially given him permission to ignore them. He was asking if you wanted to play along with the idea that you were reluctant to let him fuck you without a condom while you were at risk of getting knocked up.

“That’s not what you want, is it, baby?” Bucky rumbled, his gaze holding yours as he nodded his head slowly, the gesture so at odds with his words, it could only mean he was asking you the opposite of what he said.

You’d been eager for Bucky to fuck you—you were so horny, it was the only thing you could think about—but the opportunity of playing this game with him was too enticing to pass up. Pretending to be reluctant, pretending to slowly give in to Bucky’s whims when it was what you both really wanted, would only make the sex that much hotter.

An excited smile tugged at the corners of your mouth, and you saw Bucky’s gaze drop to your lips, his own face flickering with elation as he took in your reaction. You waited until his eyes returned to yours before you answered him.

“Noooo, that’s definitely not what I want, daddy,” you whimpered huskily, the barest hint of sarcasm in your tone as you struggled to stop from smirking. Your head was nodding just as Bucky’s had, and he was the first to break, an eager grin spreading across his face.

He ducked down and brushed another frustratingly brief kiss to your lips. “You got it, baby, no fucking tonight—just chilling,” he murmured, a teasing tone in his voice that had your body tingling with anticipation.

You were less surprised that time when Bucky snuggled back down on top of you, his mouth going back to your neck where he was working on sucking a hickey into the side of your throat.

Since you knew the game you were playing, it was a little easier to settle in and watch your show, all the while trying to forget the way your pussy was pulsing with need. Still, you wouldn’t have said it was easy to ignore the steady twitching of Bucky’s cock against your thigh as he hardened in his sweatpants.

It only got more difficult to keep your attention on your show when Bucky’s hand slid under your shirt, his fingers trailing idly over your stomach until he eventually reached your tits. He began kneading your soft flesh lazily, his fingers plucking teasingly at your nipples, while his mouth sucked on your neck.

Despite how obvious it was that Bucky was taking his time, it wasn’t long before you were a wet, whimpering mess beneath him.

“Bucky, w-we shouldn’t fool around,” you murmured breathily, mouth tripping over the words as you voiced the exact opposite of what you wanted. It was like your lips didn’t want to play the game you’d started, but you were rewarded for their effort by his frustrated growl, which had you throbbing between your thighs.

“It’s fine, baby, we’re not doing anything we shouldn’t…” he rumbled against your neck, his teeth nipping at your sensitive skin and making you shiver.

The word “yet” hung unspoken in what little space there was between your bodies, and the promise of it had you warming even more, pressing your thighs together against the ache pulsing in your core. “Bucky,” you whimpered his name, your hips twisting toward him like they had a mind of their own.

“Are ya getting wet, baby?” he asked teasingly in your ear, his fingers tripping down your body until they skimmed along the hem of your panties. All you could do was whine in response and Bucky chuckled. “Yeah, I bet you’re dripping for me.”

Your chest was already heaving with heavier breaths just from the way Bucky was teasing his fingers beneath the edge of your panties, taking his sweet time going any lower to where you really needed him. Your fingers wrapped around his wrist, and your intention had been to shove his hand deeper into your panties so he’d finally touch your pussy, but instead he stopped.

“Don’t worry, baby, ‘m not gonna fuck you, no matter how wet your pretty little pussy is,” Bucky murmured in your ear, brushing a kiss to your cheek.

Though his words might’ve sounded reassuring, his tone was a deliciously teasing rumble and you could feel his smirk against your cheek. Your body trembled, your thighs parting for Bucky of their own accord, which had him humming a pleased sound.

“Good girl, just let me feel you.”

Bucky’s fingers finally dipped into your panties and slid down to your pussy, a breathy little moan bursting from your lips. The feel of his warm, skilled fingers slipping through your soaking wet folds, bumping against your clit before swirling around your aching, clenching hole, was almost too much.

You had to bite your lip against the urge to beg Bucky to fuck you already, not wanting to ruin the game that was making everything hotter. But he seemed to lose himself for a moment, burying his face in your neck and groaning while his fingers slipped between your swollen and soppy lower lips.

“Fucking hell, baby, you’re drenched for me,” Bucky growled, his voice low and no longer teasing. His fingers were dipping shallowly into your hole and spreading your wetness around, making a mess of your pussy. “You feel so fucking ripe, I gotta feel it—gotta feel you against my cock.”

Bucky was already pushing your panties down your thighs, rising above you and tearing his shirt off over his head before tugging your own shirt from your body.

At the same time, you were kicking your panties from around your ankles and spreading your legs, sitting up shove at the waistband of Bucky’s sweatpants. When his cock bounced free, you reached for his perfect length, saliva already pooling in your mouth as you gave his girth a reverent stroke.

But then Bucky was urging you back down, guiding your shoulders to the bed and covering your body with his own. You arched up into his warmth while he settled between your thighs, your fingers clinging to his sides.

His darkened eyes were fixed on the juncture of your legs, his fingers going back to playing through your wetness and spreading it around to make a mess of your pussy. Occasionally, he’d bump against your clit, which made your body jolt every time he brushed the needy bundle of nerves.

Bucky felt so good, and you were so close to getting what you really wanted—his cock inside you—but you forced yourself to remember the game you were playing.

You grabbed Bucky’s face in both hands, tipping it up so you could catch his eye. There was an almost dazed look on his face, but he blinked and focused back on you.

“It isn’t a safe time of the month,” you said, as sternly as you could manage. But your breaths were coming too quickly for there to be much steel in your voice. Bucky’s thumb brushed over your clit purposefully and your hips bore down on his hand, your body begging for more as you whined, “You can’t fuck me bare, Bucky.”

“I won’t, baby,” Bucky purred, wrapping the fingers that were sticky with your desire around the hard length of his cock. He chuckled when you whimpered at the loss of his touch, leaning down over you and brushing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Just let me rub against you—you’re so wet, it’ll feel so good. I won’t push inside your drippy little pussy, baby, I promise.”

You knew he was lying, and you knew Bucky knew you knew he was lying. For some reason, that made everything so much hotter. So did playing the reluctant participant, which was why you bit your lip with fake nervousness as you stared up at Bucky, your panting breaths adding even more uncertainty to your voice when you spoke.

“Oh-okay, daddy, you can rub against me—but no more.”

The words were barely out of your mouth before Bucky was sliding his thick, hard cock between your pussy lips, making you moan and spread your legs wider, raising your knees toward your chest to give him all the access he needed.

Bucky let out a groan and dropped down to cover you with his body, his arms digging beneath your back to hold you pinned tightly against his chest. Your sensitive nipples rubbed against him, teasing you relentlessly.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” Bucky rumbled, rocking his hips so his cock dragged between your swollen, dripping folds, rubbing against your clit and sending sparks of pleasure swirling through your body. “So wet… You’re making a fucking mess on my cock, baby.”

“Oh god,” you whimpered in Bucky’s ear, your body shuddering under the onslaught of blistering pleasure and aching emptiness in your core.

You wrapped your arms around Bucky’s shoulders, hands digging into his soft brown hair and holding onto him while his hips kept rocking into the cradle of your body, his cock grinding against your clit until you were gushing with wetness all over his stiff length.

“Doesn’t it feel good, baby?” Bucky murmured in your ear, his voice sweetly entreating, like he was trying to convince you of something, though you were already very well aware that his hard shaft grinding into your dripping wet pussy felt better than it had any right. “You’re creaming all over daddy’s cock, baby—tell me how good it feels.”

“Nngh, so goooood,” you keened, hooking your ankles around the backs of Bucky’s thighs to get better leverage to grind against his hard length. You were caught between wanting more and wanting to keep grinding against him. “Your cock feels sooo good, daddy, so big and hard against my drippy pussy.”

“Fuck, ‘m so hard for you,” Bucky groaned, his head dropping to your shoulder as he rutted into your soft, drenched folds with rough, punishing thrusts. “My dick’s throbbing for your cunt, baby, can you feel it?”

He pressed his shaft deep into your slit, the flared head of his cock bullying your clit, and you could feel it. You could feel the pulse in his hard length, joining the rhythm in your center.

Your body reacted on instinct, your inner walls clenching hard around nothing while you whined his name, “Buckyyy.”

“I can feel you, baby,” Bucky rumbled, the teasing tone back in his voice. “I can feel your cunt mouthing at my cock.”

Bucky’s words sounded so deliciously depraved that you wanted to turn your head and kiss him, to taste his debauchery straight from his tongue. You knew he had a filthy mouth, but his dirty talk was even hotter because of the game you were playing—and he just kept talking.

“Feels like ya want me to fuck you, baby,” he cooed, lifting his head to speak directly in your ear. “Does your pretty little cunt wanna get fucked?”

It was on the tip of your tongue to scream, ‘Yes!’ You wanted to get fucked so bad. You practically desperate for Bucky to push inside you and impale you on his cock, to pump into your pussy bare and cum inside you. You managed to bite it back at the last second for the sake of the role you were playing, but you couldn’t get any other words out.

When you were quiet, save for your panting breaths while Bucky’s hips kept up their torturous rocking, he lifted himself, bracing on his forearms so he could hover above you and see your face. He raised an eyebrow in question, his body slowing its movement as his gaze raked over your face, uncertainty flickering in the depths of his blue eyes.

It was clear he was questioning whether you still wanted to play the game you’d both started, and the fact that he was taking the time to check in with you had your heart squeezing uncomfortably in your chest.

It was an annoying reminder that Bucky wasn’t the kind of man to be selfish and self-absorbed in bed. Even if he was only your situationship, he made sure you were enjoying everything he was doing.

And you wanted him to know you were enjoying yourself very much—and that you still wanted to play the role you’d been given.

“I want you so bad, Bucky.” The words tumbled from your lips as you gave in to the urge to assuage Bucky’s concern. “I want you so bad, but we shouldn’t,” you whined, pouting up at him as you slipped back into the game.

The furrow of concern smoothed itself from Bucky’s brow and he smirked before ducking down to capture your lips in a quick kiss.

His hips began rocking into you again, and he swallowed your responding moan greedily. He groaned himself when you used your ankles hooked around his thighs to grind back against him, your soft, wet pussy sliding against the rough ridge of his cock and making a mess of both of you.

“What if I…what if I just push the tip in?” Bucky rasped, pulling away and catching your eye, a smirk fluttered at the edges of his mouth, like he was trying to hold it back but was failing. “Just the tip—just let me feel you. Please, baby, I wanna feel you so fucking bad.”

Bucky bowed his head, pressing sweet kisses to your collarbones, a barely restrained chuckle rumbling his chest. It seemed he’d lost the battle with being able to keep a straight face and you couldn’t blame him, your mouth was spread in a mischievous grin while your nails raked through his short brown hair.

“It’s not safe,” you reminded him, but there was an edge of glee in your tone.

You couldn’t hide the fact that you were having fun with Bucky, playing out the little game he’d started. You were so close to getting what you wanted, that it only made it more difficult to pretend you didn’t want it.

So when you murmured, “If you cum inside me, Bucky…” your voice was breathless with desire, and you had to cut yourself off to bite back the moan that wanted to be set free.

Bucky smirked against your neck, his teeth nipping playfully at the mark he’d left on your throat before he responded. “It’s just the tip, baby, promise—I won’t cum inside you.”

Had it always been so easy for you to hear when Bucky was lying, or had he given up on the pretense of the game so much that it was even more obvious?

The question flitted across your mind but didn’t stay long. You were too busy gasping a quick, “Ok,” your hips tilting, trying to catch the tip of Bucky’s cock in your hole on one of his grinding thrusts. However, it wasn’t until he pulled his hips back that the head of his hard length notched at your tight, clenching pussy.

Both of you held your breath when Bucky pushed inside. He stopped when just the tip was nestled inside the entrance of your warm, wet cunt.

“Fuuuck,” Bucky groaned, pressing his face into the side of your neck, his hot breath fanning over the hollow of your throat and his scruff rasping against your sensitive skin. “You’re so fucking warm, baby,” he rumbled into your neck, the sensation of his mouth against your throat making you shiver all over. “Gotta do it again.”

His muttered words were your only warning before his hips reared back, the broad tip of his cock pulling free from your grasping hole. A tortured whimper slipped from your mouth before you could stop it, and Bucky chuckled as he slid back inside you, your pitiful sound dissolving into a moan when the head of his cock popped into your cunt.

“Yeah, that feels good, doesn’t it?” Bucky crooned in your ear, doing it again, slower that time, making you feel every tiny bit of his tip pushing into your weeping hole. “My cock sliding into your drippy little cunt—you’re so fucking wet for me, aren’t you, baby?”

“Yes, Bucky, so wet for you,” you echoed, unable to do more when all your focus was on not impaling yourself on Bucky’s cock. Your body squirmed beneath his larger form, one of Bucky’s big hands pressing down on your hip like he knew you were barely holding back from pushing yourself down on his cock.

“It would be so easy for me to slide all the way inside, don’t ya think, baby?” Bucky purred in a teasing tone, his hips rocking forward until he’d pushed another inch deeper before pulling back so only the tip was inside you again.

Just that little tease had you moaning mindlessly beneath Bucky, tears of desire and frustration springing to your eyes.

Your arms wrapped tightly around Bucky’s shoulders and your legs hooked around the backs of his thighs, trying to pull him in deeper. You needed more, to hell with the game you’d been playing. You needed him inside you already.

“Bucky, please,” you begged on a sob, pressing your face into his cheek.

“I can feel your cunt gripping me, baby, sucking on me—she wants me to push deeper,” Bucky rumbled in your ear, a gruffness to his voice that told you he was reaching the limit of his patience with the game as well.

In that moment, you’d have done anything to get Bucky to fuck you properly, but before you could speak, he went on.

“Do you want it, baby?” he asked, his voice rough as crushed rock, his own breaths hot and heavy against your skin. “Want my cock buried deep inside you, filling you up and fucking you hard?”

“Yes, Bucky, please,” you gasped, your hands diving into his hair and pulling his head up so you could look him in the eye. You had to blink the tears from your eyes to do it, but you didn’t want there to be any confusion about what you wanted. “Fuck me, daddy, please!”

A slow, depraved grin spread across Bucky’s face as his eyes roved over your tear-stained cheeks. You felt the tip of his cock twitch inside you, and your body gave an answering clench, like it was begging him to slide inside. But Bucky seemed happy to let his eyes wander over your face, relishing the sight of you crying and begging him to fuck you.

It felt like a small eternity before his gaze met yours again and he seemed ready to give you what you wanted.

“But don’t cum inside you, right, baby?” Bucky asked, a devious tone in his voice. His hips pulled back and thrust forward slowly, pushing his big cock inside you at a torturous pace. Bucky’s grin was teasing as he went on, murmuring, “Wouldn’t want daddy knocking you up, right, baby?”

At Bucky’s words, something inside you snapped. Your mind went blank and your body moved on its own, your legs hiking up Bucky’s sides to wrap tightly around his lower back. Your heels dug into his firm ass and you whined loudly until he let you pull him deeper inside you.

Bucky’s cock impaled you with one thrust, a pleasured grunt slipping from his mouth, half-muffled against your neck. He filled you up all the way to the root of his thick cock and you moaned, long and loud in his ear.

You finally got what you wanted. Finally, you were full of his cock.

Bucky was buried so deep inside you that you could feel his balls pressed against your ass—his big, heavy balls, full of the seed you desperately wanted him to pump inside you. The desire left you dizzy and dazed, your body thrumming with a need to be filled, to be knocked up, to be bred by your situationship.

“Breed me, Bucky,” you whispered breathlessly in his ear.

He stilled for a very brief second, but then he was groaning obscenely, sucking hard on the hickey he’d already left. Whether it was a reward or a punishment, you didn’t know—nor did you care.

“Oh fuck,” Bucky grunted, his legs shifting on your bed and repositioning himself to fight against the stranglehold you had on his body.

He pushed up onto his forearms so he could hover above you, his eyes raking over your face as he rolled his hips to fuck you in hard, shallow thrusts that had your lips parting, punched-out whines slipping from your mouth.

You were so consumed in basking in your pleasure that it took you a moment to realize Bucky had gone quiet—quieter than he normally was when he was fucking you. It took another moment for you to blink your vision back into focus and when you did, you sucked in a sharp breath at the look of pure, depraved desire on Bucky’s face.

“Do you have something you want to tell me, baby?” he asked dryly, lifting an eyebrow in question. Before you could answer, he ducked down and captured your lips in a searing kiss, the heat of his tongue flicking into your mouth making you moan. “Does my girl have a breeding kink she failed to tell me about?” he asked in a teasing tone, plunging his cock deep into your pussy and grinding hard against a spot inside you that had you seeing stars.

“Not your girl,” you managed to gasp, even through the pleasure.

A low growl rumbled in Bucky’s chest, but it cut off abruptly. It seemed your situationship didn’t like being reminded that he wasn’t the only one who fucked you. Bucky nipped at your bottom lip, biting it a little harshly, making your pussy clench around his cock as you whined through the brief sting.

“Does John fucking Walker know about your breeding kink?” Bucky seethed, his voice suddenly furious. His anger was reflected in the way he picked up the pace of his hips, fucking you in rough, hard thrusts that had you crying out and clinging to his shoulders, your nails sinking deep into his golden skin. “Do you let John fucking Walker fuck you raw—fucking tell me, baby.”

“No,” you cried, tears of pleasure slipping from your eyes and trailing down your temples into your hair. Bucky’s lips found the salty tears and he kissed them from your skin, making your heart and pussy clench simultaneously. “You’re the only one allowed to fuck me bare, Bucky, you know that.”

“That’s fucking right,” he growled, punctuating each of his words with brutal thrusts. “I’m the only man who fucks this pussy raw,” he went on in a gruff, furious voice, raising up onto his arms so he could look you in the eye. “I’m the only man who cums inside this cunt, who fills you up until you’re leaking my seed all down your pretty thighs—I’m the only man who breeds you, isn’t that right, baby?”

“Yes—yes, Bucky, only you,” you cried, squirming beneath him, using your ankles hooked around his thighs to meet Bucky’s thrusts. It didn’t even occur to you to fight him on his possessive questions—he was right. He was the only one allowed to do all those things. “Only you, only you—please, I need you to breed me Bucky!”

You were getting close, but before you could tumble over the edge of your release, Bucky sat up, breaking the hold of your arms as he pushed up onto his knees. You let out a frustrated wail, but stopped short at the expression on Bucky’s face.

The look in his eye was wild, nearly feral. His hands were rough and possessive when he grabbed your plush thighs, pushing them up toward your chest until you were folded in half. His cock was still inside you, but not nearly as deep as you wanted it in the position Bucky was in.

Your hips squirmed, a whine working its way up your throat before spilling free.

Bucky leaned back down on top of you, pinning your legs to your chest and your body to the bed as his cock slid deeper until you were so full of him, you swore you could feel him in womb—even though you knew that was impossible.

He stayed like that, buried inside you, his cock stretching out your tight cunt while he rocked his hips, grinding deeper into you. All the while, he stared at you, his gaze glittering with the wildness that spoke of a deep-rooted possessiveness, but when he spoke, his voice was deceptively sweet.

“You want daddy to breed you, baby?” Bucky cooed in your ear, his mouth pressing wet, messy kisses to your cheek and jaw. “You knew it wasn’t a safe time of the month, and you let me fuck you raw anyway—such a silly little cumslut pretending you didn’t want it, but you do, right, baby?”

All you could manage was a punched-out, “Uh huh,” Bucky’s heavy weight pressing the air from your lungs while he crushed you to the bed. He shifted a little, so you could breathe, but it didn’t seem to matter that you’d responded, because he went on as if he hadn’t even heard you.

“You wanna feel my fat cock bruising your cervix, baby?” he huffed, pausing only to nip at the lobe of your ear with his teeth, making you clench hard around his cock. His next words came out on a filthy groan, pouring into your ear and settling deep in your mind. “Ya want me to flood your fertile little cunt with my seed and breed you—is that it?”

You were half feral yourself with desire, with your need to cum—with your need to feel him cum inside you—and you weren’t sure if Bucky was checking in with you, or if he was getting off on teasing you, but you rushed to answer, telling him the truth.

“God, Bucky, yes—please,” you whined, your fingers digging into his soft hair and towing his head until your mouth found his, kissing him messily while he kept fucking you in hard, rough thrusts. “Fill me up with your cum, daddy, make me your pretty little cumdump, please, I want it—I need it!” you cried into Bucky’s mouth, your words half muffled because neither of you wanted to pull away.

“Jesus fucking christ, baby,” Bucky grunted, his hot breath panting past your lips. You felt his mouth curve into a sly smirk. “First you don’t want me to fuck you because it isn’t safe,” he murmured in a teasing tone. “And now you want me to breed your little pussy full of cum—which is it, baby, d’you want me to pull out or cum inside your unprotected cunt?”

A mindless moan slipped from your lips at his filthy question, your mind going entirely blank for a split second. All you could do was feel—Bucky’s thick cock pounding into your pussy, the tip hitting a spot inside you that felt so good, you never wanted him to stop. It was too good, you didn’t want him to pull out, even if it would’ve been the smart decision.

“Breed me, daddy,” you begged in a throaty, desperate voice. “Breed me, cum inside me—please, please, please!”

“Fuck,” Bucky cursed, but he sounded pleased, too. “I’m so fucking close, baby, so close to draining my balls in your tight little cunt.”

His body shifted and then he was pounding into you in a new, better angle, making you feel impossibly good as you careened toward the edge of your release.

“Tell me, baby,” he rasped, his forehead pressed to yours. “Tell me you never let John fucking Walker cum inside you—tell me I’m the only man allowed to breed you.”

You whined, well aware you’d already told him—and he already knew he was the only one allowed to cum inside you. But it fed the possessiveness Bucky felt, and it felt good to give him that, so you did.

“You’re the only one,” you promised in a thready voice, your pleasure dripping from every word. “The only man allowed to cum inside me—you’re the only man allowed to breed me, daddy!”

Bucky captured your mouth in a dominating kiss, his tongue plunging past your lips like he was desperate to fuck as many of your holes at the same time as possible. You moaned into his mouth, gripping his face and holding him close while you sucked on his tongue, your nails raking through the scruff on his jaw, both of you groaning at how good the other felt.

Finally, Bucky managed to wrench himself away from your clinging grip and his face hovered above yours, a devious smirk on his plump lips.

“Ya know I heard,” he started, his voice a little breathless and gruff, the deep sound of it singing through your body and making you shiver as your pussy pulsed around his thrusting cock. “If you cum at the same time as me, you’re more likely to get knocked up.”

A violent shiver raced down your spine and your pussy clenched hard around Bucky’s cock. His words were going to be the end of you, you just knew it, but what a glorious end it would be.

Bucky grinned at your body’s reaction, looking far too pleased with himself, though you were too far gone in your pleasure to try to wipe that smirk off his face. Not that he gave you much opportunity, ducking down to murmur in your ear.

“Rub your clit, baby, I wanna feel you cumming on my cock while I’m knocking you up.”

“Oh my god, Bucky,” you whimpered pleasure spiraling through you at his words, but you did as he said.

You slipped your hand between your bodies, finding your clit messy and sticky with your desire, your fingertips brushing the thick shaft of Bucky’s cock as he fucked you. Rubbing your clit in ruthless little circles, your body pulled tight.

“Bucky, I’m gonna cum—don’t stop!”

Your mouth dropped open in a silent scream as the coiled tension in your body finally shattered, and you came with a strangled cry, pleasure consuming your mind and body.

Your release washed over you in waves of bliss that were so intense, you could feel your arms and legs trembling, your cunt clenching hard around Bucky’s thick length that was still plunging deep into your grasping channel.

“That’s it, baby, cum on daddy’s cock,” Bucky rasped, brushing sloppy kisses to your face as he rutted into you, his thrusts turning wild and rough. “You feel so fucking good, baby, you’re doing so good for me, gonna make me a daddy for real, baby—Jesus fuck.”

Bucky cut himself off on a groan, his hips pressing flush to the backs of your thighs, his cock impaled to the hilt in your still fluttering cunt. He came with a loud moan, his cock twitching inside you as he shot rope after rope of cum into your pussy. Your inner walls milked every last drop of seed from his balls while he painted the inside of you white.

When Bucky was finally spent, he collapsed on top of you, your bodies easing into a more comfortable position. He lay on top of you in the cradle of your thighs, his palms smoothing over your hips and sides while your fingers stroked idly through his soft hair. You made small sounds of contentment, and an answering, pleased rumble, sounded in his chest.

Finally, just when it was beginning to get uncomfortable bearing so much of Bucky’s weight, he heaved himself up onto his knees and carefully slid his cock from your thoroughly used pussy. You watched him, his gaze focused on the slit between your thighs, and you saw the moment his blue eyes darkened when his cum started dripping out of you.

You reached between you thighs, which were splayed over his his spread knees, to clean up the cum before it made a mess of your bedsheets, but Bucky knocked your hand away. He fished through the mussed up bedding until he found his discarded sweatpants and pulled his phone from the pocket.

Your body was limp with sated pleasure, and he’d taken enough post-sex photos of you, that you let Bucky arrange you how he wanted. You even held your legs open for him so he could position his phone above your pussy and take a couple close-up photos of his cum spilling out of your pussy. Then he pulled his phone back, so your whole body was in the shot.

“Say, ‘I’m gonna be a mommy,’ baby,” Bucky ordered, a lazy grin on his face.

Between your thighs, your pussy pulsed at the words, which sounded so innocent and so filthy at the same time. Heat filled your cheeks and you turned your head to the side, trying to bury your face in a pillow while you whined, “Bucky.”

You knew it was silly to be shy about saying something so innocuous, especially after everything you and Bucky had just said and done, but the moment was over. You didn’t normally have such a breeding kink, but you’d been so horny and it had made you so hot to talk about getting bred while Bucky was inside you.

However, it felt like a whole other thing to play into it when the heat of the moment had passed. It felt like the kind of thing boyfriends and girlfriends did, and you knew better than to tread into that territory.

Still, your body warmed at the idea of looking into Bucky’s camera and saying those words…

“Baby,” Bucky crooned, leaning over you and pressing a kiss to your cheek. “C’mon, I know you wanna,” he murmured in your ear, his mouth brushing butterfly kisses along your jaw. “You don’t have to be shy with me, baby, I know you’re a dirty little breeding slut desperate to be daddy’s good little cumdump.”

“Jesus Christ, Bucky,” you groaned, but you were smiling when you turned your head and met his mouth for a kiss.

Bucky let you kiss him for a few moments before he pulled away and sat up, holding his camera in position while he raised his eyebrows at you in an expectant expression.

“I’m gonna be a mommy,” you mumbled, pouting up at the camera while Bucky snapped a few photos. It wasn’t long before you were smiling and preening for the camera, sticking your tits out and holding your legs even wider for Bucky.

“Good girl,” he murmured, catching your eye as he lowered his phone. He was giving you a pleased smirk, and you smiled up at him in return.

Bucky gently moved your legs from around his waist and flopped down on the bed beside you, swiping through the photos he’d taken of his cum leaking out of your pussy while you curled around his bicep. You had to admit, they looked hot—even the ones of you pouting and mumbling up at him.

Seeing yourself like that was turning you on and you were just about to shimmy down Bucky’s body and lick his cock clean until he was hard again when he spoke, derailing your dirty thoughts.

“I’ll pick up the morning after pill for you before I head home,” he rumbled absentmindedly, still focused more on his phone. You could see him favoriting some of the photos he’d taken and saving them to a separate folder. “And if you are knocked up, I’ll pay to have it taken care of—but don’t expect me to cuddle you and do boyfriend shit after.”

For a moment, you restrained the urge to smack Bucky in the face with a pillow. And then you thought, why not? You weren’t his girlfriend, you didn’t need to play nice.

So you grabbed the pillow behind your head and brought it down right on Bucky’s face. He let out a satisfying, startled ‘oomph’ sound, and you chuckled as you rolled out of bed.

“Gee, thanks,” you shot over your shoulder sarcastically as you padded toward the bathroom, intent on cleaning Bucky’s cum from between your thighs.

But then you had an evil thought and a wicked smirk tugged at the corners of your lips. You wiped that look off your face, though, as you turned and leaned against your doorway, striking a casual pose.

“Maybe if I’m knocked up, I’ll just let John fuck me bare and tell him it’s his,” you said, giving a carefree little shrug while trying not to make it obvious how close you were watching Bucky.

You were delighted when his head snapped toward you, his gaze finally pulling away from his phone as his brows lowered into a glare. His soft mouth turned down at the corners, a furious frown darkening his face.

“D’you think John would offer to marry me?” you asked, ignoring Bucky’s reaction and tapping your chin with one finger like you were thinking. “He strikes me as the type of man who’d want to make an ‘honest woman’ out of me.” You couldn’t hold in your eye roll, even as you were trying to torture Bucky with the possibility of you marrying John fucking Walker.

In an instant, Bucky was up and off the bed, pinning you to the doorframe of your room with every inch of his big, strong body pressed against yours. You only had time to gasp while Bucky quickly gathered your wrists in one hand and pinned them above your head. His hardening cock was trapped against your belly, the stickiness of both your releases rubbing into your skin.

“You’re not marrying John fucking Walker, baby,” Bucky growled while he loomed over you. He was so close, you had to tilt your head back to look up at him, and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from smirking. “And you’re certainly not raising my kid with Walker’s last name.”

At that, you had to laugh. But when you saw how serious Bucky still looked, you realized he didn’t realize you were just trying to get a rise out of him. Something about the thought of you marrying John Walker had clearly made all rational thought completely abandon Bucky in that moment.

Instead of thinking too hard about Bucky’s reaction, you explained yourself to him.

“Bucky, it was a joke,” you wheezed, giving him an incredulous look. “Of course I’m not gonna marry John.”

Bucky’s eyes flitted back and forth between yours, like he was checking to make sure you were being honest. He must’ve decided you were because he blew out a breath and closed his eyes, his forehead falling to yours.

“Jesus, baby, you drive me fucking wild sometimes,” he rumbled, but there was humor in his tone, albeit reluctant.

A breathless laugh slipped from your lips and you leaned back against the doorframe, hiking your leg up around Bucky’s waist. He caught it in his free hand, the movement pressing his thickening cock between your thighs, making both of you groan.

“I think you should show me exactly how wild I make you,” you purred, rocking your hips against his stiff length, coating him in the mixture of your desire and his cum still leaking out of you.

Bucky growled, his eyes flying open as he stared at you and worked his cock against your pussy.

“Careful what you ask for, baby,” he rumbled, his tone a delicious taunt that had your toes curling against the floorboards and your hips tilting so you could rub your clit against his hard shaft. “Or you’re gonna get another load pumped into your tight, unprotected little cunt.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, daddy,” you sassed, smirking up at Bucky and watching as his eyes darkened with desire.

In a flash, Bucky dropped your leg and let go of your wrists, spinning you around to face the doorframe and yanking your hips toward his lap with a rough, possessive grip on your body. Your upper body fell forward and your hands clung to the doorframe, nails digging into the wood when Bucky entered you in a swift, hard thrust.

Bucky fucked you in the doorway of your bedroom, making you promise yet again that you’d never let John Walker fuck you without a condom before emptying a second load inside you.

After, he followed you to the bathroom, hopping in the shower with you where he drained what little cum was left in his balls inside your pussy before helping you clean up—though you suspected he only offered to help so he could finger his cum deeper into your cunt under the pretense of cleaning you.

When you were both finally, finally sated, you collapsed into your bed together. Your mind was blissfully blank and your body deliciously sore as you cuddled together. Bucky dozed for a bit, his head on your chest while you carded your fingers through his hair and watched your show.

After a while, Bucky roused and got dressed, going out to get you the morning after pill from the nearest drug store, just like he’d said he would.

He also brought you back your favorite sports drink and snacks, explaining in a gruff voice that he’d read the potential side effects of the pill on the box and wanted you to be prepared. You refused to feel any type of way about that.

Then Bucky kissed you and left to head home.

All things considered, it was a good thing your new birth control had taken effect, or the morning after pill had worked, and you didn’t get pregnant despite the evening you’d had with Bucky. It was a relief when you were able to tell him that your risky night hadn’t led to any of the consequences the both of you had willfully ignored.

When you texted him to tell him you’d gotten your period, he responded quickly, messaging twice in quick succession. The first text made you roll your eyes, because you thought that was all he’d have to say.

Good.

But then you saw the second message, and you could imagine the arrogant smirk on Bucky Barnes’ ridiculously handsome face and the playful glint of mischief in his eye when he’d sent it.

It made you smile, and you had to bite your lip against a giggle, forcefully reminding yourself that he was just a situationship.

Let me know when you wanna play ‘just the tip’ to ‘breed me, daddy’ again, baby.

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sergeantbarnessdoll · 2 months ago

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Starting The Morning Off Right » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: You and Bucky start the morning off the right way.

Warnings: mix of Fluff and Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, female receiving, unprotected sex, morning sex, praise kink, vibranium arm kink, Bucky’s Army dog tags, pet names

A/N: This is based off of a dream I had a couple nights ago. Enjoy!

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

You stirred in your sleep when you felt your boyfriend’s lips kissing along the back of your shoulders, his stubble scratching along your skin. You smiled at the feeling. Your eyes fluttered open and you turned your head to look at him.

“Good morning, gorgeous.” Bucky murmurs softly, his voice raspy from waking up a moment before you.

“Good morning, baby.” You smiled at him.

You rolled over onto your back so you could give Bucky a proper morning kiss. You carded your fingers through his messy hair as he kissed you. The kiss started off sweet, but quickly got heated. Bucky moved himself on top of you, hovering over you. You could feel the cool metal of his Army dog tags in between your breasts.

“How about we start the morning off the right way, babydoll.” He suggests seductively, moving his lips down to your neck and kissed the hickeys he put there last night.

“Mmm, you read my mind, babe.” You hummed against his lips.

Bucky threw the blanket off the two of you. You guys were still naked from last night’s activities. You watched Bucky kiss his way down your body. He spread your legs so he could lay on his stomach in between them.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, doll.” Bucky almost whispers, rubbing a finger from your entrance to your clit.

You moaned softly. You could also feel his breath on your pussy. Bucky’s tongue licked a stripe on your pussy, moaning at your taste. The tip of his tongue circled your clit before he latched his lips onto your clit, sucking on it. Your mouth fell open, strings of moans fell from your lips. You reached a hand down, tugging on his hair.

“Oh fuck, Bucky!” You moaned.

Bucky picked up the pace with the movements of his tongue. Your head fell back against the pillow. Your hips moved slowly on their own accord against his face.

“You feeling good, doll face?” Bucky asks, taking his mouth off of your pussy momentarily.

“Yes!” You answered in a moan.

Bucky smirks to himself, knowing he’s doing an amazing job of making you feel good. He put his mouth back on your pussy. He began to wiggle his tongue against your folds, catching you off guard.

“Yes, fuck!” You moaned. “Keep doing that, baby!” You tell him.

Bucky continued to wiggle his tongue against your folds. He slowly moved his tongue upward to your clit, licking it in a flicking motion. That made you arch your back off the bed in pleasure. You moaned his name multiple times in a row as if you were chanting. It was music to Bucky’s ears.

You felt your lower stomach tighten, feeling your orgasm beginning to build up. Your legs began to shake from the amount of pleasure you were receiving from Bucky. Your grip on Bucky’s hair tightened. Your toes curled, feeling your orgasm coming closer and closer. Bucky could sense it. He can always sense when you’re about to cum.

“You getting close, doll?” Bucky asks.

“Mhmm yea.” You nodded. “Please don’t stop!” You moaned.

Bucky’s tongue quickened its movements. He’s determined to make you cum before he fucks you. Your mouth fell open, strings of moans leaving your lips. It felt like a tidal wave was about to come crashing down on you.

“Cum for me, babydoll.” He says.

You moaned his name loudly as you came hard, soaking his face. Bucky’s tongue circled your clit a few times before stopping. He sat up and hovered over you. You panting heavily, staring at his Army dog tags as they dangled over your face. He dipped his head down and kissed along your shoulders while you caught your breath.

“You ready for my cock, doll face?” Bucky asks against your shoulder.

“Yes.” You answered.

Bucky gave you a sweet kiss on your lips before sitting back on his knees. He put your legs over the top of his thighs. His hands rubbed the top of your thighs as he admired your beauty for a short moment. He wrapped his hand around his hard cock, stroking it in his hand a few times before lining it at your entrance. He slowly slid his cock in your pussy inch by inch. Relieved moans fell from your lips and his.

Bucky gave you a moment to adjust to his size when his cock was fully inside of you. You nodded, giving him the ok to start thrusting. Bucky hovered over you, putting his arms on either side of your head and started thrusting. His pace was slow and loving, something you both love. You put your hands on his back, feeling his muscles flex each time he thrusted into you.

“You feel amazing, doll.” Bucky softly moans in your ear.

You moaned when he said that. You dug your nails in his skin, leaving red line marks on his back. Bucky hissed at the feeling. He loves the feeling of you marking him up with your nails and you know it too. He also likes showing off the scratches you leave on his back when he’s training.

Bucky dipped his head down to kiss and mark up your neck even more. Your hands started to roam his body on their own accord. Your hands found their place on his ass and gave it a squeeze. Bucky let out a breathy chuckle. He didn’t mind one bit. He likes it when you get handsy. He likes to tease you about it too.

“You’re getting handsy, aren’t you, doll face?” Bucky teasingly said.

“More.” Is all you said. “I want more.” You whined.

“As you wish, babydoll. My doll gets what she wants.” He says.

Bucky readjusted himself and spread your legs wider and began fucking you at a faster pace. Your hands slowly moved from his ass to his back. You threw your head back against the pillow in pleasure. It felt like you were on cloud nine. Bucky looked down at you, admiring how pretty you look with his cock in you and when pleasure takes over you within seconds.

“Oh yes, Bucky!” You moaned loudly.

“That’s a good girl.” Bucky praises. “Keep moaning my name. Let everyone in this fucking compound know who you belong to.” He says, sounding a tiny bit possessive.

Bucky readjusted himself again, putting your leg over his shoulder, which gave him a new angle. A loud moan fell from your lips when Bucky’s cock hit your sweet spot perfectly.

“Right there!” You moaned. “Please don’t stop!” You whined.

“Don’t worry, babydoll. I fucking won’t.” He growls.

Bucky’s thrusts drive into you faster, fucking you at the perfect speed. His cock was hitting all of the right places. His vibranium hand reached in between the two of you to rub your clit. You gasped when you felt the cool vibranium touching your clit.

“Yea, you like that, don’t you, doll?” Bucky almost whispers. “You like my vibranium fingers playing with your little clit, don’t you?” He says, almost in a cooing voice.

You moaned and nodded your head yes in response. His dirty words always get you going. Your nails dug more in his skin when he hit your sweet spot at the perfect angle. You felt your orgasm build up pleasurably. It felt like a tidal wave was about to come crashing down on you.

“I can feel you getting close, doll.” Bucky grunts softly when your pussy squeezed his cock. “Cum for me.” He says.

That was enough for you to fall over the edge. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and his name fell from your lips as you came. Bucky fucked you through your orgasm and gave your clit one last rub before focusing on his own orgasm.

His right hand found its place on your thigh and kept it there, giving it a squeeze. His orgasm wasn’t too far behind yours.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” He moans.

He finally came, coming inside of you and painting your walls with his cum. A white ring of yours and his cum formed at the base of his cock. Bucky’s thrusts came to a slow stop. You two gazed at each other breathlessly before he put your leg back on the bed and pulled out of you.

He laid down next to you and wrapped his arms around you. You moved closer to him, laying your head on his chest and your leg on top of his leg. Bucky reached a hand down, holding onto your thigh and rubbing his thumb against your soft skin.

“That was amazing.” You said after a short moment.

“It was.” Bucky agrees. “It’s always the best way to start the day.” He says.

You hummed in agreement and leaned up to kiss his lips softly and sweetly.

“I love you, babydoll.” He says in almost a whisper.

“I love you too, baby.” You say softly.

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lives-in-midgard · 1 year ago

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🎄Sweater Party 🎄

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Summary: You got invited to the ugly Christmas sweater party of your friend and co-star Chris Evans.

Word Count: 1100

A/N: Hey everyone! This is part of my Fluffcember I hope you like it!

Divider is made by @saradika

Prompt 10: "Shut up and kiss me again."

(prompt from @buckys-wintersoldier)

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You were just on your way to see your best friend and Marvel co-star Chris Evans. Today is his legendary Ugly Christmas sweater party. You still remember it from last year. You were new to the Marvel cast and got to know Chris better there, and that’s when your crush on him was born. But you were too afraid to tell him, so you just stayed friends, which wasn’t always easy for you.

You were very happy to see your other co-stars again. You ’re friends with everyone, but you were so happy to see Sebastian and Elizabeth again. After a not-too-long drive, you parked your car in front of Chris’ house. There were already a few cars there and a smile was already spreading across your face. You picked up your bag and got out of the car. As you stood in front of the door, you could already hear Chris laughing, which gave you butterflies. Before you could knock on the door, it was opened by none other than Chris himself.

“Hey honey.” Chris said and you had to blush at the pet name he gave you.

“Hey.” You, greeting each other with a hug. You came in and took off your jacket.

“Wow, your sweater is really ugly.” Chris joked and you giggled. Then you finally took a closer look at his sweater.

“Yours is also very ugly.” You said and made Chris laugh. Suddenly you heard paws running and you both looked in that direction and had to laugh. Dodger came running towards you and jumped at you. You started petting him with a smile.

“Hey buddy.” You caught Chris smiling at you and Dodger.

“Come on, let’s go to the others.” Chris said after a while. Dodger ran forward and Chris put his arm on your back, leading you into the living room where the other cast members were gathered. When you and Chris entered the living room you saw Sebastian, Elizabeth, Scarlett, Robert, Mark, Jeremy, only a few missing including Chris Hemsworth because he was in Australia with his family. You greeted everyone and sat down on the couch next to Sebastian while Chris went to the kitchen to get some drinks.

“I missed you so much, Sebby.” You said and hugged him.

“I missed you too.” He said with a smile. You talked for a while about all sorts of things. After a while, Elizabeth and Scarlett joined you. You talked about Christmas and how you all celebrate it. After a while, Chris came back and sat across from you, smiling at you and joining in the conversation. After a while, Dodger came over and sat between you and Sebastian. Sebastian started stroking Dodger’s head, who now laid his head on your lap. You giggled and started petting him as well.

After you all ate dinner together, you went back to the living room, took a photo together and then played some party games together. In one game you had to play in a team of two. Chris immediately looked over at you and asked you. You agreed with a chuckle.

“I thought I would play with you.” Sebastian joked with a smile, and you giggled.

“Oh Sebby. I bet Mackie would love to play with you.” Everyone sat down in groups, and you went to Chris. He made some room for you, but when you sat down next to him, you were still sitting very close to him. Your legs touched and you started to blush. Then you looked at each other and Chris put his arm around your back. You and Chris won the game. Everyone sat down with other people to talk, but you stayed with Chris and enjoyed his company.

A few hours later, some of the party guests began to leave. In the end it was just you and Chris left. You sat very close to each other on his couch.

“It was really great to see everyone again.” You said after a while.

“Yeah definitely.”

“How about we watch a movie?” Chris asked.

“Sounds good. “You replied with a smile.

“Great. You can choose the movie and I’ll go into the kitchen and make hot chocolate for us.” While Chris went into the kitchen, you chose your favorite Christmas movie. When he came back, he gave you a cup and you started the movie. You enjoyed the movie together and after a while you laid your head on his shoulder.

After the movie ended, you looked at the clock and realized it was really late.

“I really enjoyed spending time with you.” You said making Chris smile.

“I enjoyed it too. Maybe we should do this more often.”

“Yeah. We should, but I think I should really go home now.” You said, getting up from the couch.

“Sure, but let me walk you to the door.” He said and walked with you to the door. You said goodbye to Dodger and after putting your jacket on, you hugged Chris again. This time a little longer. He opened the door for you, and you were about to say goodbye when Chris suddenly became quiet.

“What’s wrong?” You asked and Chris pointed to the ceiling. You looked up and then saw why Chris was quiet. There was a mistletoe hanging there.

“Don’t act like you didn’t put that there.”

“I definitely didn’t put that there, honey.” Chris said.

“But who was it then?” You asked and Chris ran his hand through his hair.

“Wait, who was the last person that left?” Chris mumbled and you both thought back.

“Sebastian.” You both said at the same time and chuckled. You looked at each other for a second, unsure of what to do now.

“We don’t have to kiss, but I mean, it’s a tradition.” Chris said quietly as he moved closer to you.

“You’re right, it’s a tradition.” You said and suddenly there were only a few steps away. You moved closer and suddenly his lips touched yours. At first it was just a gentle touch, but then the kiss became more passionate.

“Oh no, I’m so sorry. I know we’re just friends. I shouldn’t have taken it this far.” Chris started rambling, but you grabbed his hand and spoke.

“Shut up and kiss me again!” You said and Chris giggled but then wanted to kiss you again.

After another kiss you looked at each other smiling.

“I think I have to thank Sebastian for that.” He said, looking at the mistletoe.

“Me too.” You said and you both laughed.

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imyourbratzdoll · 2 years ago

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𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 (ma pêche)

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summary - steve does a not-so-lavish valentine's day, but you love it either way.

the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

Steve had done the most original thing regarding Valentine’s Day. He had bought you three dozen roses, surrounding a candle-lit table with an expensive bottle of wine. A large heart-shaped box of chocolates is lent against a giant brown teddy bear. That when you hugged it tightly, it would say ‘I love you’ in Steve’s voice. He could’ve gone more lavish, sweeping you off of your feet and taking you to Paris, but he felt you’d love this more.

He made sure to cook you your favourite meal, with a fantastic dessert for afterwards. He wanted to make everything perfect, and you were the only woman he seemed to connect with, to love more than everything. You had brightened up his life more than anyone else had, and he wanted to give you the world. You enter the room, tired from a tough day at work and begin to take off your coat and hang it on the coat rack. “Steve, baby. I’m home!” You tiredly yell, wandering through the hallway until you stop, your eyes landing on the display before you. He stands there with a soft smile, walking over to you and bringing you close to him. Steve smiles down at you before leaning to press a kiss on your lips.

“Welcome home, my sweet. How was work?” Steve pecks your lips one last time before softly dragging you over to the chair, pulling it out for you and pushing it back in once you’ve taken a seat. He grabs the wine and begins to pour you a glass, smiling as you grab it and take a sip, moaning at the taste.

“It was rough. What’s all this?” You gesture to everything, eyes landing on the giant teddy and chocolates. You slowly reach forward, stroke the soft fur, and move your eyes away from it to Steve’s pretty blue ones.

Steve shrugs, heading over to grab the food. “I thought you deserved something nice, and also, it’s Valentine’s Day.” He begins to head back, frowning a bit. “I’m sorry, it’s not lavish like Paris or a fancy restaurant, and I can–” He stops talking as you place your hand on his, causing him to look at you.

“It’s lovely, Steve. I’d rather this than a trip to Paris or a fancy restaurant. Being with you is more than enough.” You bring his hand to your lips, pressing a soft kiss into his flesh. “Now, serve some of this delicious food you’ve made and sit with me.” He nods, serving the food and taking a seat across from you. You smile at him, picking up the fork and digging into the meal. “Oh, god. How do you always cook such wonderful food? I’m jealous, baby.” You smirk at his flustered state, and the two of you eat and drink the wine.

“So, who’s this big guy?” You gesture to the teddy as you swallow the last of your food, squeezing the furry cheeks.

Steve chuckles, “I found him and thought he was perfect for you. I remember when you told me on our first date that you always wanted one.” You look at him with wide tear-filled eyes, “What? Oh, shit. Did I do something wrong?” He begins to freak, stopping as you giggle softly.

You slowly sink to the floor and crawl toward him until your hands rest on his knees, and you look up at him in adoration. “I can’t believe you remember that. To remember something I said so long ago.”

Steve cups your cheek, wiping your tears with his thumb. “You’re my life. I’d never forget anything you’ve told me.” You smile, leaning up and bringing him into a deep passionate kiss.

You break from the kiss, your lips still close together, and you whisper. “Barnes, I’m naming him Barnes.”

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navybrat817 · 1 year ago

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his tongue 👅

YES. This man and his tongue.

What That Tongue Do?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky doesn't get why you're attracted to an actor who plays him in another world, but he's happy to remind you what his tongue can do. Word Count: Over 1.4k Warnings: Multiverse discussion, Sebastian Stan and his tongue, d/irty talk, implied o/ral (f. and m. receiving), jealousy, humor, Bucky Barnes (yep, he's a warning) A/N: It's Sebastian Stan's birthday and this is my take on Bucky discovering his existence. And for the Bucks and Noble server, a quick position mention. Hehe. ❤️ 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!

“I don’t like him.”

You chortled as you turned in your chair to face Bucky, amusement twinkling in your eyes as his nostrils flared. “Why don’t you like him? That’s you. Well. Kind of. His name is Sebastian Stan.”

Bucky honestly couldn’t remember at this point if Tony had played around with something or if Wanda joined in and tampered with an experiment, but the monitors showcased what they were told were different versions of themselves in various worlds and dimensions. And you, his girlfriend, zeroed in on the screen where some punk who admittedly looked similar to him couldn’t stop showing his tongue and licking his lips.

Everyone else left quickly after that.

Does this guy have an oral fixation or is he a slut? Not that I would shame him if he is, but I don’t like how you keep looking at it.

“That is not me,” he stated, crossing his arms with a defiant glare. Had it been his old metal arm instead of the upgraded vibranium one, the distinct “whir” sound would’ve filled the room from how hard he clenched his fingers. “He’s a punk.”

“Steve is a punk. Seb is an actor,” you corrected him.

“Oh, it’s ‘Seb’ now. The punk has a nickname.”

“He is not a punk,” you giggled, the sound bringing a small smile to his face before he raised a lip at the screen.

I know punks and he’s a fucking punk. He can’t fool me. He looks shorter than I am. Why does his hair look so good after a fight? That’s not realistic. I have to admit, they got the likeness of the arm pretty close. Wait, do I make those facial expressions? Why are you smiling at his nose crinkle?

“His tongue is out. AGAIN. I swear he’s doing it on purpose,” he snarled when your head whipped back toward the monitor. “Seriously?! You’re looking?!”

“Only because he looks like you, Bucky!” you said innocently, facing him again. There was nothing innocent about it. The moment that guy’s fucking tongue moved, you clenched your thighs together. The only one he wanted you to do that for was him. “And like I didn’t hear you groan when you saw the Earth 314 version of me.”

That is not the same because I don’t love her. I love you.

“Fine. So, he’s an actor,” he grumbled as you got up and did your best to block out the view of the faces behind you. “And he ‘plays’ me?”

“Yeah, he does. In that world, James Buchanan Barnes, and pretty much everyone here that you know, are comic book characters brought to life. He plays you in the movies. Oh, they made a show, too. About you and Sam.”

What kind of world is that?

“Sam and I in a show together? That would never work.”

“It does in their world,” you said, touching his cheek and bringing his attention back to you and your loving smile. “Stop giving the television that death stare, please? Those monitors are shutting down in the next few minutes and we’ll never see those faces again.”

“Please. You think Stark didn’t find a way to keep that Earth’s video on a loop to taunt me at any given moment?”

Things were better between Bucky and Tony after what happened in Siberia, but the genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, according to the actor who portrayed him, liked to give him hell from time to time. It was usually in good fun. Usually.

“So, I shouldn’t tell you it’s Sebastian Stan’s birthday today?” you asked, sucking your lips in as you tried not to giggle.

His nostrils flared again as he took a breath. He was a war hero. The former Winter Soldier turned Avenger. He was not about to be jealous of some actor in another dimension that you’d never see. “Why do you know that?”

“Because the information is right there,” you said, pointing over your shoulder. You had the decency to not turn around. “He was born on August 13th, 1982, in Constanta, Romania and he-”

Your eyes widened as Bucky gently shoved two vibranium fingers into your mouth, pushing them deep enough to make you pause. “Stop talking about the man who can’t keep his fucking tongue in his mouth.”

With a moan, you wrapped your mouth tighter around the digits and bobbed your head. You already choked on him once today. Maybe you’d do it again. Seeing that guy with the bright blue eyes though, he wanted to give you a firm reminder of what he could do to you with his tongue.

Why lust after him when you have me to worship you?

“Why do you like it so much?” he asked as his fingers slipped free.

You began to laugh before he tilted your head to kiss your neck, the sound shifting to a moan. “I don’t like his tongue, Bucky. I like yours.”

“Not good enough,” he murmured against your skin, trying to go slow when he was two seconds away from ripping your clothes off and bending you over the console. “I need you to love my tongue.”

“I do,” you whined, palming him through his pants. “Love when you get it nice and deep, just like your cock. Or when you thrust your fingers in and flick my clit with the tip of your tongue. Make me drip until I’m practically a puddle and you still don’t stop.”

“You and that fucking mouth,” he groaned, laying you back as best as he could and sliding your skirt up. The growing stain on your panties made him twitch and he told himself it had nothing to do with the actor who played his part well. It was all him.

“Remember the last time you ate me out?” you asked, biting your lip as he slid your soaked underwear down your legs. As much as he wanted to shove them in your mouth because he loved making you taste yourself, he didn’t want to smother a single sound. “You had me ride your face and it wasn’t enough. You spun me around after the first orgasm and kept your tongue inside when I got my mouth on your cock.”

That position deserves more attention.

“It’s never enough. I always want more,” he said, taking in the glistening lips of your pussy as he glanced down at what belonged to him and licking his lips as he ran a finger along the slit. “If you could eat yourself out, you’d understand why I love being buried between your thighs.”

“I’ll settle for your cock,” you said as he sank to his knees, a shuddering breath leaving your body. “And I’ll also settle for your tongue first.”

“Should make you beg for it,” he said in a low voice, taking a long lick and groaning at your taste. Sweet and a bit tangy, a hint of your essence coating his taste buds and daring him to have more. “Should slap this pretty pussy and remind you exactly who it belongs to.”

“It’s yours. It blelongs to you, Bucky. James Buchanan Barnes. No one else,” you said, your hand shooting out to grip his long hair and twist the stands. “Get your tongue or your cock in me. I’m begging you.”

Bucky smirked, watching your hole clench around nothing. He’d fill you up the way you need. “That’s my good girl. Gonna make a mess all over this. Might make you lick it up when we’re finished.”

“Not to interrupt?” Steve’s voice rang out over the room speaker as Bucky gripped your thighs. “But I think the speaker is on and we can kind of hear everything?”

And you’re telling us now?!

“Stark has bet me twenty bucks that your lady will call out Sebastian’s name when you bring her to orgasm,” Thor chimed in. “Just so you know, my friend, I have the utmost faith that you will please her.”

You let go of Bucky’s hair to cover your mouth, your body shaking with laughter when he growled.

Of course, I fucking will.

“Make it forty bucks, Point Break. Ha. Bucks. Bucky. Yeah, get to it.”

“You heard the man,” you said through your laughter, not at all embarrassed by the commentary. “Get to it.”

Taking one last look at Sebastian’s face on the screen, Bucky smiled in determination and did exactly that.

Happy Sinday! Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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holylulusworld · 4 months ago

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Aged Well

Summary: It’s your man’s birthday.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x fem!Reader

Warnings: a little angst, fluff, birthdays

Thanks to @buckys-wintersoldier for the brainstorming. :)

A/N: Happy Birthday to Sebastian Stan, our Romanian menace.

Another year older. Another year closer to getting old.

Sebastian knows he should be happy. His career is going great. He’s got a dedicated fanbase. And in the room next door, his girlfriend is waiting for him to celebrate his birthday.

Still, he stands in front of the mirror, looking for the first wrinkles. Sebastian steps closer to get a better look at the first grey hairs in his beard.

“No, not yet,” he gasps and runs his fingertips over his beard. Sebastian frowns deeply. This can’t be. He can’t handle grey in his beard today.

“Babe, are you ready?” You stop in your tracks to drink your boyfriend’s outfit in. He’s wearing a black Balenciaga tuxedo, a white suit shirt, and a black tie. His hair is neatly gelled back, but he kept his beard. He looks stunning, or rather like he is dressed to kill. “Baby?” Licking your lips you stare at him.

“I’ve got grey in my beard,” he complains while running his fingers over his beard. Sebastian turns his head to look at you. “Do you think I should shave it off to look younger?”

“What?” You were too engrossed in checking him out in his tuxedo to listen to him. “Did you say something about your beard?” You dreamily look at his beard.

“Do you think I should shave it to look younger?”

You violently shake your head. “No! I like your beard. It’s a nice beard,” you protest and immediately defend his beard. “I like the grey in your beard. It makes you look ever hotter.”

His eyes widen. “Did you see it too? Why didn’t you say something?”

You step closer to grab his face and press a chaste kiss on his lips. “I love the beard and how it feels when we kiss,” you snicker and kiss him again, “and more. I dare you to shave it off.”

He grins, eyes darkening at your words. “You like it? The grey too?”

“Very much,” you purr his name, hands still holding his face. “Let me try again.” You kiss him deeply and softly, earning a moan. “It makes you look like a hot silver fox.”

He laughs deep and rich. “You want me to be your silver fox, prinţesă (princess)? How bad do you want me to be your sexy silver fox?”

You giggle at his playfulness. He smiles widely and grabs you by your waist. “So bad, Sebby,” you peck his lips between murmured love confessions.

Sebastian grins. He looks at you, a twinkle in his eyes. “I guess we could skip the reservation and unpack my gifts. right now.”

You smile, not disappointed to skip dinner to have him all for yourself tonight. “I don’t mind. Let me get your gifts.”

“Oh, prinţesă,” he leans closer to purr your name. You giggle and squeal when he twirls you around to push you onto the bed.

“I was thinking about a different kind of gift...”

Tags in reblog.

#sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x you #rpf #rpf fanfiction #happy birthday #sebastian stan x female reader #x reader

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purfectstormzz · 1 year ago

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Think I need someone older | Sebastian Stan x reader (social media au)

Summary: in which guys her age don’t know how to treat her right but a certain Romanian actor knows exactly how to treat her.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x fem!reader

Warnings: Age gap (reader is 25, Sebastian is 41). Mean comments about reader.

A/n: The photos are all photos that I found on Pinterest so credits to whoever took those photos :). The dates under the post are random dates that I chose😊

Masterlist

Instagram.com

Yourusername

Liked by TomHolland, CharlesLeclerc and 567000 others

Yourusername: Young, wild & free!

21 October 2021

Comments:

FlorencePugh: You dropped this m’lady 👑

Zendaya: Mother!

Username23: When is she going to finally find someone to be with. She’s 23 it’s about time.

> Y/nswife: Let her live her life, she’s happy without someone!

> Y/nsfan: Exactly and every guy she has dated treated her like shit so let her be happy dude!

TimotheeChalamet: Check your dm’s😚

> Y/nswife: Not this guy making his move🫡

Yourusername

Liked by TimotheeChalamet, Bobbyskeetz and 657000 others

Yourusername: Last weekend with the friends✨

4 March 2022

Comments:

Y/nswife: Is that who I think it is???

> y/nsfan: What in the soft launch is this😮

FlorencePugh: Best weekend ever😙

TimotheeChalamet: We should do this again!!

> y/nswife: y’all I think we lost her

> username224: it is about time, at her age most people are already married.

> y/nswife: Respectfully, shut the f*ck up 😊

Menshealth

Liked by Yourusername, SebastianStan and 547000 others

Menshealth: Sebastian Stan in our latest photoshoot.

6 June 2022

Comments:

Yourusername: Respectfully Smash🫣

*comment liked by @Sebastianstan

> y/nswife: Girl😳

>Sebastianstanswife: She’s so real for that🤭

Yourusername

Liked by TimotheeChalamet, Zendaya and 736000 others

Yourusername: Prada 2023🖤

27 June 2023

Comments:

Zendaya: Prettiest girl ever🥰

>yourusername: Stop it, you’re making me blush☺️

Y/nswife: Mother fr

TimotheeChalamet: I’m so lucky to have such a pretty best friend🫶🏼

> y/nfan2: Best friend is code for girlfriend🤭

SebastianStan

Liked by Yourusername, ChrisEvans and 647000 others

SebastianStan: Prada ‘23

23 June 2023

Comments:

SebastianStanswife: I have something inappropriate to say🥵

> Yourusername: Same tbh😫

> SebastianStanswife: you’re so real for this girly🤭

Y/nswife: Ngl I kinda ship y/n and Sebastian😨

> username23: He’s literally 17 years older then her.

Yourusername added to their story

25 July 2023

Celebritynews

Liked by Y/nswife, SebastianStanswife and 6570000 others

Celebritynews: Actor Sebastian Stan (41) and actress Y/n Y/l/n (25) seen together in New York last night. Is there a new couple?

2 September 2023

Comments:

Y/nswife: Mother and father!!

SebastianStanswife: I’m not even mad, they look so good together.

Username23: The age gap is a bit weird🤔

> username234: exactly, he could be her dad!

>y/nsfan: Dude they’re both legal adults it’s not like she’s underage or something.

> Username23: Still. It’s a bit weird he’s 41😳

Username347: She’s probably only after his money

> y/nswife22: Did you miss the part where they said that she’s an actress too. She literally makes as much money as he does🤷‍♀️

> username236: Still, there are enough guys on the planet that she could date that are around her age😬

Y/nsfan45: I’m actually really happy for her. Finally a guy that knows how to treat her right.

Yourusername

Liked by SebastianStan, Y/nswife and 765000 others

Yourusername: Older men just do it better. Happy 4 months my love🫶🏼

Tagged: @SebastianStan

27 October 2023

Comments:

SebastianStan: Happy 4 months love🫶🏼

Y/nswife: 4 months?🫢

TimotheeChalamet: I’m finally able to speak again without almost spoiling this secret🫣

> Y/nsfan: All the people that thought that Timothée and Y/n were a couple are clowning so hard rn🤡

Y/nswife33: I’m so happy for her!!

Username23: The age gap is still a bit weird!

SebastianStan

Liked by Yourusername, ChrisEvans and 765000 others

SebastianStan: What the kids call a hard launch these days. Happy 4 months love❤️

Tagged: @yourusername

27 October 2023

Comments:

Yourusername: Happy 4 months honey❤️

ChrisEvans: Congrats both of you😊

Y/nswife: Mother finally found a father for us!

Sebastianstanswife: I find them so cute together!!

#sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan #chris evans #older men do it better #social media au #bucky barnes #timothée chalamet

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homeofthelonelywriter · 9 months ago

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Celebs - Masterlist

Tom Hiddleston:

Series:

🌺 Take the Stage: While once again sneaking out of the Palace, you meet an actor...let’s just say there is something between you two. (Royal! Reader)

Romeo to my Juliet: You are a student and a teacher at a college in Lodon, which is the same place a very handsome acting professor is employed. Discontinued for now.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

🌺 New Beginning:

(Part 1) | Part 2 | Part 3

Headcanons:

HC - Tom Hiddleston x clumsy!Reader

HC - Tom helps Reader deal with anxiety and stress

HC - Tom loves Reader’s boobs

Oneshots:

Forgotten Fears - The Reader had some bad experiences with her ex-boyfriend when he was drunk and is still traumatised by that. What happens when Tom forgets about that fear of hers?

Kinky Surprise - pure smut

Application - When you loose a bet, you are forced to send an application for Loki’s love interest. Who would have thought that they actually want to meet you?

Jealousy - Tom is insecure because of your age gap. What will happen when he sees you with one of your co-workers who is about your age?

Hidden - As an artist, you find a way to tell Tom that you’re pregnant

Bun in the oven - Pregnany reveal and a proposal. What could go wrong?

Drunken Start - After a night out with his buddies, Tom calls you, neither rembering you, nor how he got your number

Trick or Treat - Halloween Special

Best boyfriend in the world - You have trouble sleeping, so Tom decides to help you out

Dance with me - Reader and Tom slow-dance in Paris

Diary - Tom finds your diary while you’re moving and reads it

Drabbles:

Christmas Surprise - Christmas Drabble

Let it snow! - Christmas Drabble

Drabble #75

Drabble #3

Imagines:

Imagine while on vacation with your BFF you catch Tom Hiddleston during a photoshoot. Your BFF makes sure he remembers you.

Imagine tagging Tom Hiddleston in a meme and actually getting a reaction.

Benedict Cumberbatch:

Drabbles:

Drabble #69

Sebastian Stan:

Drabbles:

Drabble #46

Shawn Mendes:

Series:

🌺 Better that way: When Shawn’s girlfriend finds out that she is pregnant, she decides that she can’t burden the superstar with a child. She makes decisions which may seem stupid, but she knows that it’s Better that way.

🌺 Surprise: Walking a Victorias Secret show was an honour already, but being able to see your boyfriend while doing so? Pure bliss. Especially when he has a little surprise for you.

Part 1 | Part 2

🌺 Fan Mail: Writing to Shawn every so often paid off when he asked you to come to one of his shows.

Part 1 | Part 2

Oneshots:

When you’re ready - Inspired by his song

Guard my heart - You are a part of the security at one of Shawn’s shows and he notices you

Nervous - Inspired by his song

One more chance - Filming an explanation video why Shawn and you broke up, leads to some interesting realisations

In my Blood - Inspired by his song (Triggers)

Late Late Show - You are present during your boyfriend’s appearance on the Late Late Show with James Cordan. Let’s just say it was disgusting.

Sad song - Shawn finds out you can sing during a very sad occasion

Tom Holland:

Migraine - rl!friend has a Migraine and Tom wants and tries to comfort her

Back to the Master-Masterlist

#tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston fanfiction #benedict cumberbatch #benedict cumberbatch x reader #benedict cumberbatch fanfiction #shawn mendes #shawn mendes x reader #shawn mendes fanfiction #tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland fanfiction #fanfiction masterlist

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witchywithwhiskey · 1 month ago

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another man’s marks

pairing: toxic!bucky barnes x toxic!female reader

summary: you're texting with your situationship when he asks for a nude photo—but you're covered in marks left by another man. wanting to see what he'll do, you send a photo of yourself, and you're rewarded with a very torturous and enjoyable reaction.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), established situationship, smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering (f receiving), masturbation (m), come play, bdsm elements, a lot of biting and marking, orgasm delay, choking, some breath play, some pain play, some dacryphilia, dirty talk, daddy kink, praise kink, degradation kink, pet names (baby), begging, teasing, some aftercare, taking and sending nude photos, possessive behavior, toxic behavior, jealousy, referenced but not shown situationship between reader and john walker, very anti-john walker behavior

word count: 7.3k

a/n: so this post came across my dash and i had the thought 'ok but what if you sent a situationship a picture covered in another man's marks?' and i started thinking about how toxic situationship bucky might react and then i wrote the first draft of this fic very quickly 🤭 i actually really love toxic bucky but i'm a little nervous to share this because i just want you all to love him as much as i do 🥺 (and, actually, he's not as toxic as i originally intended but y'know what, that's ok i think). i hope y'all enjoy ♡

you ain't my boyfriend and i ain't your girlfriend series masterlist

Let me see your tits, baby.

The text message drew a huff of noise from you, one that was half laugh, half scoff. You were laying in bed, already wearing your pajamas—an oversized tee and panties—and catching up with your situationship, Bucky Barnes, before you went to sleep.

His request wasn’t entirely out of the blue. After asking how your day was, Bucky had started complaining about his day, and you’d known the man long enough to know those kinds of conversations often led to him asking you to send a photo of yourself—though he usually wanted a picture of what panties you were wearing.

Most of the time, you didn’t hesitate to take a picture to send to him. But that time, you paused.

You liked Bucky. You liked talking to him and hearing about his day, and when you were together, you had fun. Plus, you liked sending photos of yourself to him, and you enjoyed the fact that he wanted to see your body when he wasn’t with you. It stroked your ego when he asked for a photo, and he always responded with filthy praise that turned you on.

But that particular night, you had a problem preventing you from simply taking a photo. And, really, the problem was partly to blame on Bucky.

From the beginning, he’d said he didn’t do relationships, he’d told you he wasn’t ready to commit to just one person. He’d been clear and up front about what he wanted, and it was nothing more than a situationship, which was fine with you. You liked him, but you weren’t going to beg for more.

But you’d also decided that if he wasn’t going to commit to you, then you certainly weren’t going to clear out your roster just for him. You weren’t going to be one of those girls sitting at home pining away for some guy. Not even Bucky Barnes.

Which, in a long, winding way, led to your current predicament.

After all, there was a difference between Bucky being vaguely aware you were still hooking up with other guys—since you occasionally referenced your roster—and him seeing the evidence of it. And you had to wonder how he’d react if you took a picture of your tits in the state they were that evening…

It had only been about a day since your last hookup, and your mind wandered to the night before. You’d met up with one of the other guys on your roster, John Walker, and had a decently enjoyable dick appointment. You hadn’t expected Bucky or any of the other men on your roster to ask for pics, so you’d let John do what he wanted to your body.

If there were two things you knew about John Walker, it was that he and Bucky hated each other, and he loved your tits. John loved playing with them, he loved sucking on them, and he loved leaving hickeys all over them. Which he’d done the night before—and then proceeded to give you a not very satisfying orgasm.

Sure, it’d done the trick in the moment, but not even 24 hours later, you were already restless again, your body needing a proper release, which you knew Bucky could give you. But you weren’t planning to see Bucky for at least a couple days, not until the evidence of your hookup with John had faded.

Lifting your shirt, you looked at John’s handiwork. Your tits were dotted all over with at least a dozen tiny little love bites, and your body warmed as you remembered the knife-edged pleasure that came along with each little mark. They were so recent, the bruises were still reddish, not having yet fully faded to a dark purple.

As you looked at them, you had a devious thought—what would Bucky do if he saw John’s marks on your body? Would he blow you off, stop talking to you, maybe even ghost you? Or would he need to see you so badly that he’d come over to your apartment? Would he fuck you and give you the release you needed?

Thinking through your options, you knew it would be the kind, respectful thing to send Bucky an older photo, one of your tits when they were entirely unblemished. You had plenty of photos like that on your phone—and Bucky probably wouldn’t even notice if you sent him the same photo twice.

Or… You could send Bucky a photo of your tits covered in another man’s hickeys. You could, if he asked, tell him exactly who had given you all those hickeys. And then, you could see what Bucky would do about it.

A wicked smile crept across your face as you came to a decision.

Lifting your shirt again, you arched your body toward the light in your room, making sure the marks were clearly visible on your skin, then you snapped a photo of your tits. Before you could talk yourself out of the idea that was probably toxic and definitely a little mean, you sent the photo to Bucky.

His reply was almost instantaneous.

Who the fuck did that to you.

You bit back your mischievous giggle, even if you were alone in your room and there was no one to hear the evil way you wanted to cackle at Bucky’s response. Excited thrills raced through your veins, warmth blooming between your thighs at the anger laced in his text message.

You knew you’d be pushing him further toward anger by answering his question—you knew how much Bucky and John hated each other—but he’d asked. And besides, you were hoping he’d take out all that anger on your body in the most delicious of ways. So you sent a simple response.

John Walker.

You waited for Bucky’s response.

And waited.

But as the minutes ticked by and Bucky didn’t text back, your heart sank more and more, and the delighted smile on your face flattened into a frown. You began to think Bucky might actually be ghosting you.

For only a moment, you let yourself feel disappointed at the way your phone didn’t light up with another text from your situationship, but you wouldn’t allow yourself to be sad over a man like Bucky Barnes. Even if he fucked you way better than John Walker or any of the other guys on your roster. Even if you liked him more than any of the other guys you’d been with.

Hauling yourself up from your bed, you went through your nighttime routine, brushing your teeth and washing your face while listening to music. It wasn’t until you were about to slip into bed and go to sleep that your phone buzzed with a new text message.

Your heart lept into your throat when you saw it was Bucky and you scrambled to read his response, eager to know what had taken him so long. Your breath caught in your throat and excitement buzzed wildly through your veins when you saw what he’d written.

I’m outside. Open your door.

A shiver of anticipation zipped down your spine as you bounded out of bed, an ecstatic grin spreading across your face at the realization that you’d got what you wanted—Bucky was at your apartment. And he was going to do something about the photo you’d sent him.

It took all your self control not to run to your apartment door and fling it open excitedly to greet Bucky. Instead, you forced yourself to take your sweet time padding to the door, your movements deliberately lazy as you unlocked it and swung it open.

Bucky Barnes loomed on the other side, his head hanging between stiff arms, his hands braced on either edge of the frame like he was holding himself back from kicking down your door. His broad shoulders were bunched up, his short, brown hair messy like he’d been running his hands through it. His chest was heaving as he breathed harshly.

When he lifted his head, the stubborn possessiveness in his darkened blue eyes slashed right through to your heart. He’d never looked at you that way before, and you had the terrible, fleeting thought that you could get used to being the only girl Bucky looked at so possessively.

For a moment, the two of you just stared at each other. Then, Bucky stalked forward, crowding you into your apartment and gathering you up in his strong arms while he kicked the door shut behind him. It closed with a rough slam that had your pulse skittering in your veins, your heart already pounding in your chest as Bucky crushed you in his arms.

His gaze held yours and there was something about the emotions swirling his eyes, a mixture of uncompromising possessiveness and lustful determination, that felt dangerous. Not to your body, but to your heart.

“You got a lotta nerve sending me a picture with another man’s marks on you,” Bucky growled as he walked you backward toward your bedroom, his hands groping your hips and ass like every inch of your body belonged to him. “You weren’t trying to make me jealous, were you, baby?”

His words were a furious hiss that he punctuated by ducking down and snapping his teeth at your plump lower lip, biting you roughly enough to wring a gasp from your lungs. Between your thighs, you could feel your pulse pumping needily, your body aching for so much more of Bucky’s rough treatment even as you forced yourself not to cower and submit like you wanted.

Pushing against Bucky’s shoulders until he leaned back and you could catch his eye, you quirked an eyebrow at him in a dry expression of amusement.

“You’re a big boy, Bucky,” you said, before pausing to run your tongue along your lower lip, feeling the tender spot he’d bitten. Dark satisfaction swirled in your chest, but you made yourself shrug indifferently. “And I’m not your girlfriend—so if you’re jealous, that’s your problem, not mine.”

“You let him mark you,” Bucky snarled, an accusation in his tone as he stared deep into your eyes.

For a moment—just a brief moment—you saw a hurt look in Bucky’s gaze, and it pricked at something deep in your heart. Something you refused to look at or examine, especially not with Bucky standing right in front of you. You didn’t want to think about the fact that Bucky might’ve been hurt by your actions, or that you cared about his feelings enough to want to apologize.

But you supposed you could take pity on him. You’d tormented him enough for one night.

“Yeah,” you said, cocking your head to the side, a sly smirk curving your lips. “And what are you gonna do about it, daddy?” You practically purred the final word, knowing how Bucky would react to it.

Just like that, the hurt vanished from Bucky’s expression and heat sparked in his icy blue eyes, a menacing smile pulling across his face.

“You wanna see what I’m gonna do about it?” he growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. “Oh, baby, you’re not fucking ready for what I’m gonna do to your pretty little slutty body.”

Bucky crowded into you, pushing you backward until your legs hit your bed, and then he was shoving you down to the soft blankets. You crawled backward into the center of the bed while Bucky toed out of his shoes and took off his jacket, leaving him in only a black t-shirt and gray sweatpants.

Once he’d tossed his jacket somewhere in your room, he didn’t waste anymore time, prowling onto the bed and using his hands to push up the hem of your oversized tee. His head fell to your body, his teeth nipping harshly at your soft belly to make you squeal and squirm as he worked his way up. He delivered the same treatment to the curves of your brests and the delicate skin of your collarbone.

When his face finally hovered above yours, his breathing was harsh and his expression was filled with a determination so stubborn, you knew you were going to have a long night while Bucky showed you why you shouldn’t let another man mark your body.

“You’re not leaving this bed until you’ve got so many of my fucking marks on your body that you won’t even think about sending nudes to anyone else,” Bucky growled, tugging off your tee, pushing your legs open so he could settle between them, and descending on your tits.

He found the first of John’s marks and sank his teeth into the skin around it, sucking hard on the already aching bruise. The spot gave a little twinge of pain from Bucky’s rough treatment, but it only mixed deliciously with the pleasure he was dragging from your body, and your fingers threaded into his hair, clinging to him while he sucked on your skin.

Bucky worked the reddish-purple blemish relentlessly with his mouth and teeth until it was bright again, and so much larger than the mark John had left. Then, when he was done, Bucky moved on to the next hickey, scraping his teeth over the bruise and wringing a helpless cry from your lips before he sucked the curve of your tit into his mouth.

It went on like that for you didn’t know how long, Bucky working methodically down and across your chest, sucking and biting every bruise John had left behind on your body until each one was replaced with a new, bigger mark.

If you begged Bucky for more—or tried to push his furious mouth down toward your pussy, which was throbbing almost painfully with need—he’d simply narrow his eyes at you, giving you a look like you’d known exactly what you were getting yourself into when you’d sent that photo to him. Then he’d work his mouth even harder, even more roughly against your body, until you were tossing your head back into your pillows and moaning your pleasure.

By the time he was done, you were nothing more than a whimpering, pleading mess beneath him. Your eyes were filled with tears of desperation, and your inner thighs were sticky with the sheer amount of desire soaking your panties and coating your trembling flesh.

“Daddy, please,” you begged on a sob, shoving at Bucky’s shoulders to get his attention as he roughly kissed a spot in the valley between your tits, licking and sucking a new hickey into your skin.

At the sound of your ragged voice, Bucky lifted his head, but you could already tell by the determined glint in his eye and the stubborn set of his jaw that he wasn’t going to give you what you wanted just yet.

“Hush, baby,” he rasped in a dark, patronizing tone, lowering his mouth back to your chest and sucking on the hickey he’d just left. “Daddy’s just getting started marking your beautiful body with all the pretty little bruises I want.” His voice was a rough growl that reverberated beneath your skin.

Between your thighs, you could feel more of your desire trickling into your panties, which were already soaked all the way through and sticking to your clammy skin. A whine worked its way up your throat and spilled from your lips before you could stop it, your legs squirming around Bucky’s sides, trying to grind your cunt against his body but unable to get the angle right.

While you wriggled frustratedly, Bucky paid you no mind, shifting down your body as he picked a spot for his next mark. When his teeth sank into the soft flesh of your belly, you cried out, arching up off the bed and spreading your thighs wider to make room for Bucky’s broad shoulders.

Your fingers twisted in his soft brown hair, trying to push his head down further, until it was between your thighs, whimpering a soft sob of, “Bucky, please.”

But Bucky was having none of it. Despite your pleading and protests, he took his time, only peeling your panties away from your soppy wet cunt after taking his time leaving a trail of hickeys on your belly.

When he saw how wet you were, Bucky chuckled and murmured, “Such a messy little slut, baby.”

He’d said the words fondly and, if you weren’t mistaken, there was affection in the curve of his smile that had you feeling something you didn’t want to look at too closely. But your treacherous heart beat a little harder all the same.

Then his words sank into your lust-soaked mind and heat bloomed in your face at the gentle degradation. But what little shame you could conjure up only mixed with the burning of your desire as you stared down into Bucky’s darkened eyes, holding his gaze while he took off your panties and tossed them somewhere in your room.

He turned his focus back to the juncture of your thighs, shoving your legs wide open and smirking when you let out a helpless little moan at the feeling of the cool air brushing against your heated, dripping cunt. You were so worked up, you could feel your inner muscles clenching around nothing, needing to be filled with something.

“Your pussy’s winking at me, baby,” Bucky rumbled, laughter in his voice as he spread your pussy open with his fingers. You could feel it, your body winking at the man between your thighs like you were begging him to slide inside you—his fingers or his cock, you didn’t care. “She wants me bad, doesn’t she, baby?”

Bucky’s taunting words had you covering your face and letting out a low, tortured groan even as your hips twitched, your body yearning desperately to be filled, to be fucked. “Bucky,” you whined, drawing out his name pitifully as your hips bucked into his hands, seeking more of his touch.

But Bucky didn’t oblige your body’s request. His hands skimmed away from your pussy and along your thighs to hold you behind your knees, pushing your legs up to your chest so you were bared fully to his heated gaze. When you peeked out from between your fingers, you saw him staring hungrily down at your cunt, but at your movement, his gaze flicked up and caught yours.

“Do ya want me that bad, baby?” Bucky purred, ducking down to nuzzle his scruffy cheek against your inner thigh—so close to where you needed him, but still too far away. On instinct, your hips bucked upward, trying to press your pussy against Bucky’s face, but he held you down, grinning as he went on. “Ya want daddy’s fat cock to pound into your cute little cunt, huh, baby—want it hard and rough so you’ll be feeling me in your pretty pussy for days?”

“Oh god yes—yes, please, Bucky—daddy, please, I need your cock,” you babbled desperately, your hips squirming as you humped the empty air, seeking any part of Bucky that you could grind your aching cunt against. You didn’t care if it was his mouth or his cheek or his shoulder, you needed something.

Instead of giving you that, though, Bucky turned his face and sank his teeth deep into your thigh, hard enough that your pussy pulsed violently and you thought you were going to cum. But you didn’t.

Once the blinding sensation of pain and pleasure passed, you knew you wouldn’t manage to tip over the edge just from Bucky’s teasing. You weren’t going to cum until he finally paid attention to your pussy, and somehow you suspected Bucky knew that.

“Tell me how bad you want me,” he growled, sucking on your skin and beginning to leave a new mark on your inner thigh. His gaze was locked on yours as he stared up your body, past your heaving chest that was already littered with his marks, commanding you with the stubborn, possessive look in his eyes to do as he said.

“Want you so bad, daddy,” you cried, your whole body trembling like a leaf in a bitter autumn wind. Tears of frustration and need were pooling in your eyes again and you knew that if Bucky kept edging you for much longer, they were going to spill down your cheeks. “Want you more than anything—anything—please just fuck me!”

Bucky’s eyes glittered, the possessiveness is his gaze deepening and turning into something feral as he stared up your body. Finally, his mouth pulled away from your quivering thigh—after he placed one last affectionate kiss on the mark he’d left.

“Tell me you want me more than John fucking Walker,” he spit out, shifting his head to your other thigh and sinking his teeth into your soft flesh as he held you pinned to your bed with his thick biceps wrapped around your legs.

Your heart fluttered in your chest and your breath caught in your throat. You hadn’t expected to get such a reaction out of Bucky when you’d sent him that picture of your tits with John’s marks all over them. But you also couldn’t bring yourself to regret it. Not when he was looking at you like you were his while he sucked yet another mark into your skin.

“I want you so much more than him,” you murmured. “I want your marks on me, I want your cock and your cum in me—I want you, Bucky.”

The words tumbled from your lips—the ones Bucky had demanded—and you were more than a little surprised by the vehemence in your voice, and how easy it was to admit you wanted Bucky more than John.

Sure, you’d known he was a better fuck than John, but things with Bucky felt right in a way they didn’t with any of the other men on your roster. Like the two of you fit together somehow.

And that scared you. It scared you enough that you rushed on, forcing yourself to raise an eyebrow at Bucky and muster a dry tone as you asked, “Is that what you wanted to hear?” You could detect the hitch of emotion beneath the taunting tone of your voice, but with any luck, Bucky wouldn’t.

Thankfully, he seemed not to notice, responding to your words by growling into the soft flesh of your thigh, his eyes narrowing into a glare. He gave the hickey he’d sucked into your skin one last pull, then pushed himself up.

Before you could beg again for him to fuck you, Bucky roughly grabbed your hips and flipped you over. His teeth sank so hard into the plush curve of your ass, you screeched into your pillows. There was more pain than pleasure that time, but Bucky knew the edge you liked to walk and he didn’t give you more than you could handle.

As it was, even more wetness flooded between your thighs and you writhed beneath Bucky’s big body, all the small stinging aches of the marks he’d left blending with the pulsing throb of need coursing through your veins. It was enough to break the damn of your tears and you sobbed into your pillows.

“Bucky, please, please, I need your dick,” you cried, straining your neck to look at him over your shoulder.

Bucky’s dark blue eyes were narrowed into slits and when he finally pulled his teeth from your ass, he continued glowering at you, looking grumpy and almost entirely unbothered by your pleas. You knew he wasn’t entirely unaffected, though, because his cock twitched against your thigh when he saw your tear-stained face.

“Tell me you won’t do it again and I might consider giving you some dick,” he growled, holding your gaze as he ducked down to lick and soothe the bite mark he’d left on your asscheek.

“I won’t send you another picture covered in John’s marks, I promise,” you rushed to say, arching your back and whining. Your body was moving on its own, trying to present your pussy to Bucky, but he only scraped his teeth over the mark he’d left in your skin.

“Not good enough,” Bucky grumbled, shifting to your other cheek and sinking his teeth into your ass, giving you another bite mark. When you hissed at the pain, Bucky relented, stroking his tongue over the spot as he sucked on your skin. “No one else gets to mark you but me.”

You had to look away to hide the way your eyes rolled at that demand. Bucky wouldn’t commit to you, but he wanted you to promise you wouldn’t let another man mark you. Fucking men. You glared into your pillows, not saying anything and hoping he’d drop it if you didn’t respond.

He didn’t.

“Say it, baby,” Bucky growled, leaning to the side and slapping your ass. He managed to hit the exact spot he’d bitten, which was tender from his teeth and mouth, making you cry out. “Say I’m the only one allowed to mark you.”

“Men who aren’t my boyfriend don’t get to make demands like that, James,” you snarled, turning to glare at him over your shoulder.

The two of you glared at each other for a long minute. You knew Bucky could be stubborn, but you could be much more stubborn when you wanted to be—and you fucking wanted to right then. If Bucky thought you were going to let him dictate what you could or couldn’t do with other men while he refused to commit, he had another thing coming.

Slowly, Bucky shifted up onto his hands, climbing up your body with the languid movements of a predator until his bigger form covered your smaller one.

Still, you glared at each other.

His hand pushed his sweatpants down until his cock bounced free, the stiff length slapping your ass lightly. His precum immediately started leaking into the valley between your cheeks, and your pussy pulsed in desire.

Still, you glared at each other.

“Say it, or you’re not getting my dick,” Bucky rumbled obstinately, pushing his stiff length between your thighs to drag against your dripping wet slit.

You sucked in a sharp breath and arched your back, giving him more of your pussy to rub against—but that didn’t mean you were going to submit to his ridiculous demand. And he wasn’t going to turn you into a liar.

“Say you’re my boyfriend, or you’re not getting my pussy, daddy,” you retorted, putting as much mocking sarcasm into the nickname as you could manage.

Bucky’s eyes flashed with so much annoyance, you couldn’t help the satisfied smirk that curled your lips, which only made his face contort in even more frustration.

His hand reached between your thighs, pressing his cock deep into your slippery folds until the head caught at your tight hole. But he didn’t push inside. Instead, he let the tip slide through your folds to grind against your clit.

Need and desire pounded an unceasing drumbeat beneath your skin, your hands curling into fists in your blankets as you bit back a desperate moan. But you didn’t let your face go slack with pleasure, you kept right on glaring at Bucky over your shoulder, even as he repeated the motion, teasing your tight little pussy with the head of his big cock.

Finally, something in Bucky snapped and he ducked down, capturing your mouth in a savage kiss, his lips and teeth attacking yours until both of you were breathless with need. You were practically vibrating with it beneath Bucky’s big body, and even his arms were trembling when you blinked your eyes open as he pulled away.

“You’re gonna be the fucking death of me, baby,” Bucky rumbled, his voice so low and gravelly, you felt its deep tenor roll down your spine and settle deliciously in your core. As he spoke, he tilted his hips just the right amount and pushed the head of his cock into your dripping hole, making both of you groan in pleasure.

“Right back at ya, daddy,” you quipped at him, your voice embarrassingly breathless as you clung to the blankets of your bed and arched your spine, pushing back into Bucky as he pressed forward.

It took one long, glorious moment for Bucky to sink the full length of his cock inside your drenched, sopping wet pussy, and you nearly blacked out at how good it felt after so long of his teasing torture.

He was bigger and thicker than any man you’d ever been with—though you’d never in a million years admit that to him—and it was always a little overwhelming when he first slid inside. But you loved it. You loved the way your body stretched to fit him, the way you could feel your pussy wrapped so snugly around his thick length. You loved the way you could feel him throb and twitch inside you, especially when he was close to cumming.

And you could tell by the way his cock was twitching inside your tight hole that he was already close. That was good, because after all his teasing had worked you up, you didn’t think you were going to last long anyway.

Bucky gave you a moment to adjust to his size while he yanked his t-shirt over his head. Then he was pressing his bare chest to your back and pushing you deeper into the soft blankets of your bed until you lay prone beneath his strong body.

Only then did he pull his hips back, making you feel every delicious inch of his thick cock, before slamming inside again. Wrapping his arm underneath your neck, he tucked his bicep beneath your chin and held you pinned to his chest, forcing you to arch your spine more and feel the way his hips clapped against your ass as he pounded into you.

“I’m the only one who can fuck you like this, baby,” Bucky growled in your ear, grinding his cock into the depths of your cunt until you were whimpering beneath him. “You’re daddy’s good little slut, and only daddy can fuck your pussy the way you need it, isn’t that right?”

“Yes—yes, daddy, you fuck me so good,” you cried out, hands scrabbling at the bed sheets for leverage to push back into him.

“Tell me what I want to hear,” he demanded harshly in your ear, the words sinking into the deepest parts of your brain.

A twisted smile curled the corners of your mouth because you knew exactly what Bucky wanted to hear, and you were only too happy to give it to him. It was safer to admit what you were about to admit because it was the heat of the moment, and you hoped Bucky would think you were just saying it to make him happy. Only you could know that you meant every word.

“You fuck me so much better than John, daddy,” you purred, pushing your hips back into Bucky’s thrusts, forcing him deeper into your cunt until you were so full of him, you thought he was imprinting himself on your very being. “Your dick feels so good, so big, daddy—you’re the only man who fucks me so good, Bucky, you’re the best dick I’ve ever had. ”

“Fuck—fuck, baby,” Bucky bit out, his mouth brushing against your cheek, his stubble rasping against your skin and making you shiver. He fucked you harder, faster, rutting into your slick cunt like he was trying to leave another mark inside you. “Rub your clit for me, wanna feel you cum on my fat cock.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You slid your hand between the blankets and your body, slipping it between your thighs and circling the tight nub of your clit with a viciousness that matched how Bucky was fucking you. Your inner walls clenched down hard on Bucky’s cock, dragging filthy groans from both your mouths as he pushed deeper and began grinding inside you.

“Your pussy feels so fucking good,” he gritted out through clenched teeth. “Never felt anything so tight.” He let out a harsh breath, his forehead falling to your shoulder as he kept up his relentless fucking, pushing you closer and closer to the edge of your release. “Feels like you’re choking my cock, baby—I can’t hold on much longer.”

“Choke me, daddy,” the words tumbled from your lips before you could stop yourself, the deepest recesses of your brain responding to Bucky’s words in a plea for one of your darkest desires.

Bucky’s bicep and forearm squeezed the sides of your neck instantaneously, giving you what you begged for and cutting off some of your air so you were forced to gasp for every little breath. You pussy squeezed tighter around his cock, wringing a rasping chuckle from the depths of his chest.

“You’re such a filthy, depraved little slut, baby,” Bucky murmured teasingly in your ear before nipping the shell with his teeth, dragging a ragged cry from your lips. “Ya like it when daddy chokes you, huh? Bet John fucking Walker doesn’t choke you like this, does he?”

“No,” you gasped, your voice hoarse but genuine as you admitted, “He’d never choke me—he’d never treat me like a slut.”

“That’s fucking right,” Bucky growled, somehow managing to fuck you even harder, his hips snapping into your ass so hard, you could hear the sharp clapping of his skin against yours even over his heavy breaths panting in your ear.

“I’m the only man who can fuck you like you need it—dirty and rough. That’s how you like it, isn’t it, baby—you like being fucked like a slut?”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” you chanted, as much in response to Bucky’s debauched question as to the feeling of his cock pounding into your cunt. You were so close—so close you could barely think, but you knew everything Bucky was saying was right. He was the only man who fucked you the way you needed it, and you needed to cum on his cock.

Thankfully, Bucky seemed to want the same thing.

“Cum for me, baby,” he growled in your ear, his hips slamming his cock into your body hard enough to nearly hurt, but the pain-edged pleasure only pushed you closer to your release. “Cum on daddy’s cock while he’s choking your pretty little neck and fucking you like the filthy slut you are.”

Bucky’s words and his cock, and your fingers on your clit, sent you over the edge, your eyes rolling into the back of your head and a ragged scream tearing free from your lips. Pleasure consumed you, body and mind alike, until all you knew was the sensation of ecstasy drowning out everything else.

It went on for one long, endless moment, pleasure pulsing through your being until it finally abated. Then, the world began to reform around you. Slowly, you returned to yourself, Bucky’s cock still driving into you, his thrusts turning wild and desperate as he growled in your ear.

“Fuck, you feel good, baby,” he was rumbling, rutting into you while your pussy squeezed him in a perfect clenching rhythm. “Feels like your cunt’s begging for my cum. Is that it? Ya want my cum that fucking bad, baby?”

“Yesss,” you moaned, your limbs melting beneath him as you savored the feeling of Bucky chasing his release in your body. “Want your cum, daddy, please gimme it,” you whimpered, weakly pushing your hips into his big body in a wordless plea.

Bucky grunted a soft, “Fuck,” and then pressed deep, burying his cock to the hilt in your still pulsing cunt as he came. He let out a long groan, his cock twitching against your inner walls while he emptied his balls into your pussy, the warmth of his cum filling you up.

It felt so good, your lips curled at the edges in a happy smile. Every part of you felt warm and satisfied, and you basked in the unmatched afterglow that came in the wake of getting fucked by Bucky Barnes.

When he was finally spent, Bucky eased his hips back, pulling out of you gently so he didn’t hurt your thoroughly used pussy. You appreciated the effort, even if you did feel a pang in your gut at the loss of him, like your body was mourning his absence.

Bucky rolled off you and flopped onto his back, leaving you limp and sated.

And cold.

The man who’d just fucked you better than anyone else ever had made no move to pull your naked body into his, but that wasn’t surprising. Bucky wasn’t the type to initiate post-sex snuggling, though he didn’t stop you from cuddling into him if you initiated it.

Gathering your strength, you heaved your body toward Bucky, draping yourself on top of him, wrapping an arm over his stomach and hitching your thigh over his hip. Your cooling skin pressed to his heated body as you tucked your face into his neck, cooing happily when his arm curled around your shoulders, holding you against his side.

But a post-sex snuggle wasn’t the only thing you’d been looking for.

Your mouth found the side of Bucky’s neck, your lips working against his skin, kissing and sucking and biting him while he rumbled soft sounds of satisfied pleasure. You didn’t stop until you’d left a hickey, but when you pulled away to get a look at it, you decided it wasn’t enough.

After all, you were literally covered in his marks.

So you went back to work, sucking on the hickey until the bruise was so big, there’d be no hiding it—not unless Bucky suddenly started wearing turtlenecks. Somehow, you knew he wouldn’t. You knew he’d wear your hickey proudly, even if it meant he might not get laid until it faded.

When you were finally satisfied with your work, you brushed one last kiss to the hickey, and settled down at Bucky’s side. Your cheek pressed to his chest and you listened to his heart thumping a steady drumbeat beneath his pecs.

For a moment, you were both quiet, enjoying the feel of each other. Then Bucky fished his phone out of the pocket of his discarded sweatpants, which he’d kicked off at some point. He held the device aloft over the two of you, tilting his head to the side and using the front-facing camera to look at the mark you’d left.

“I guess I deserve this,” he commented, trailing his fingers over the gigantic hickey. There was no anger or annoyance in his tone, though, only amusement. He skimmed his fingers down to your shoulder and gently rearranged your arm until the marks he’d left on the sides of your tits were visible. “Now we’re even.”

A snickering smile curved your mouth and you were about to retort that you weren’t anywhere close to even, but the soft click of Bucky’s phone snapping a photo cut you off.

Reaching up, you tapped the screen to show the picture and you had to admit, it was pretty cute. The hickey on Bucky’s neck was prominent and he wore a cocky grin on his attractive face while you smirked into his chest, his marks dotting your skin even though you weren’t revealing too much of your breasts.

It was the kind of photo you’d consider setting as your phone’s background if Bucky was your boyfriend.

He wasn’t, but that didn’t mean you didn’t still want it.

“Send that to me,” you said, trying to keep your tone light.

But Bucky must’ve heard how much you wanted the picture, because he chuckled evilly, pulling the phone out of your reach. When you lifted your head to glare at him, there was a mischievous glint in his blue eyes.

“If I send this to you, you gotta promise not to let John mark you up again.”

That time, you let him see you roll your eyes while you reminded him, “Only boyfriends get to make demands like that, Bucky.”

Huffing a frustrated sigh and giving you a half-hearted glare, Bucky tapped the screen of his phone a couple times. A second later, your phone buzzed with a text and when you glanced at it, you saw he’d sent you the photo of the two of you.

“Fine,” he grumbled. “I just don’t ever wanna see his fucking marks on your body again.”

You nodded your agreement, saying, “That’s fair.” It was the least you could do, all things considered.

Bucky laughed to himself at your easy agreement, then pushed you onto your back and spread your thighs while he sat up on his knees between your legs. “Now, smile pretty for daddy, baby. I wanna take some photos of all the hard work I did marking you up.”

A pleased grin pulled across your face. As much as you enjoyed taking pictures and sending them to Bucky, you loved it even more when he wanted to take pictures of you himself. So you laid on the bed and let Bucky position you how he wanted so he could take photos of his handiwork.

“You gonna jerk off to these when you get home, daddy?” you taunted, staring up at Bucky and smiling for his camera. “Gonna rub your cock to pictures of your marks all over me?”

Bucky’s eyes flashed and his cock twitched between his thick thighs, making your smirk widen. You knew you were provoking him again, but you couldn’t seem to stop.

“You gonna make yourself cum looking at photos of me covered in your marks, daddy?”

Your teasing comments led to you laying helplessly beneath Bucky, his knees keeping your thighs spread wide so you couldn’t grind against anything while he jerked himself off with his fist. The only thing he allowed you to do was knead and grope your tits, your pleasure mixing with aching pain from the bruises covering your skin.

Bucky came like that, his cum covering your fingers and chest in ropes of his seed, marking you all over again.

He took even more photos of the sight of your hands playing with your cum-covered tits, then fucked your pussy with his fingers, sounding very pleased with himself when he teased you for getting off on him making a mess of your slutty body and pushing his cum deeper inside you.

It was late when Bucky finally left your apartment, and you realized you’d been right. It had been a very long night. But even though you knew you’d only get a couple hours of sleep before work, it had been so worth it to text Bucky that photo of your tits covered in another man’s marks.

Over the next few days, Bucky demanded an endless stream of photos of the bruises he’d left on your tits and ass. He was busy at the office and the two of you couldn’t find time to see each other, but he didn’t want to miss any of the progression of the marks he’d left as the hickeys deepened into a dark plum color on your skin.

It turned you on to send so many photos, to see the constant reminder of the marks he’d left on your body, so you indulged Bucky every time he asked for more photos. It helped that he responded with a mixture of sweet degradation and filthy praise that had your heart beating harder in your chest and wetness gathering between your thighs.

Every night for a week, you got yourself off to the dirty things Bucky texted you, the promises of what he was going to do to your body the next time he saw you. But more than anything else, you kept going back to the possessive text message he’d sent the day after he’d been to your apartment, rubbing your clit to Bucky’s words.

Don’t you dare show John fucking Walker your tits with my marks on them, baby. Those marks on your body are all fucking mine, and they’re only for you and me.

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sergeantbarnessdoll · 1 month ago

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Cuddling The Nightmares Away » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Boyfriend/TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: You help Bucky through a nightmare for the first time by cuddling him.

Warnings: Fluff, language, nightmares, crying, kissing, pet names

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

Bucky’s eyebrows were furrowed and a thin layer of sweat covered his forehead as he slept. He was mumbling something incoherent too. You could feel him tossing and turning next to you. You leaned over, turning on the bedside lamp and turned to face Bucky. You couldn’t help but notice how heavy he was breathing and it concerned you.

“Bucky?” Bucky hears your voice faintly. “Bucky?” He hears again. “Bucky?” He heard more clearly that time.

Bucky’s eyes shot open and he gasped. He scrambled to sit up. He was breathing heavily and looked around the bedroom to gather himself. Bucky jumped slightly when he felt your hand on his right shoulder.

“Are- Are you ok?” Bucky asks.

“Of course I’m ok.” You answered. “Why wouldn’t I be?” You asked.

Instead of answering you, he broke down in tears. You were quickly to wrap your arms around him and comfort him. Bucky leaned into your touch. He leaned his forehead against your chest. His tears soaked your -his- t-shirt.

“It’s ok.” You cooed, rubbing his back. “The bad dream is over.” You say softly.

“I’m so sorry, doll.” Bucky apologizes, his voice cracking.

“You have absolutely nothing to apologize for, baby.” You almost whispered.

“Yes I do.” He says.

Bucky sat up and turned himself towards you.

“The dream I had wasn’t ordinary bad dream. It was a nightmare.” He tells you. “I used to be an assassin for HYDRA called the Winter Soldier. The nightmares are about the everything I did for them.” He explains. “I have them almost every night.” He says.

“Oh, baby…” You caressed his cheek. “Why didn’t you tell me?” You asked.

“We have an amazing thing going on and I didn’t want to scare you away.” He says, tears rolling down his cheeks.

“You’ll never scare me away, Bucky. I’m with you until the end of the line.” You say softly.

Bucky smiles when you said that. Then it slowly faded away when a horrible thought popped into his mind.

“What if I hurt you?” Bucky asks, his voice cracking.

“That’ll never happen, baby.” You tell him.

“What if it does? I’ll never forgive myself and you’ll be scared of me.” He says, tears rolling down his cheeks.

“Even if you did hurt me, I would know it’s an accident and I’ll forgive you for it. I won’t ever be scared of you.” You tell him softly.

You grabbed Bucky’s right hand and put it on your chest where your heart is.

“Do you feel that?” You asked. “Deep down in my heart, I’ll forgive you for anything and I’ll still love you.” You say.

A smile grew on Bucky’s face. You leaned in, kissing him sweetly and softly. His beard was wet from crying.

“I love you so much, baby boy.” You whispered, putting your forehead against his and looking deep in his blue eyes.

“I love you too, babydoll.” Bucky whispers back.

You kissed him one more time and wiped his tears away.

“I know what will make you feel better.” You say.

“What might that be, doll?” He asks.

“Cuddling the nightmares away.” You tell him.

“I would very much like that.” He says.

You two readjusted yourselves. You laid down on your back and Bucky laid his head on your chest and wrapped his arms around you protectively. One of your hands was rubbing his back while your free hand was playing with his soft brown hair. As you were reaching for the lamp to turn it off, Bucky looked up at you.

“Doll?” Bucky says.

“Yes, baby?” You asked, looking down at him.

“Can we turn the TV on?” He asks. “It helps me fall asleep.” He says.

“Of course we can.” You smiled.

You reached for the remote and turned the TV on. You put the TV on a low volume.

“What do you want to watch?” You asked.

“Anything is fine.” He answers.

You put on cartoons and put the remote back on the nightstand. Bucky didn’t mind that you put on cartoons. He finds them entertaining. You reached up and turned the lamp off and got comfortable again.

“Try to get some rest, baby boy.” You whispered, kissing the top of his head.

“I’ll try.” He says.

The sound of your heartbeat soothed Bucky and made him fall asleep. You fell asleep shortly after him.

The following morning, you managed to slide out of Bucky’s arms and went to the kitchen to make coffee and breakfast. After about an hour, Bucky stirred in his sleep and woke up to the sun shining through the curtains and the sound of the TV. He turned over to wrap his arms around you, only to find out that you weren’t in bed. Bucky stretched and rubbed his eyes before getting out of bed. He shut the TV off before walking out of yours and his bedroom. It didn’t take him long to realize you were making breakfast. The smell filled his nose instantly.

“Good morning, baby boy.” You smiled, handing him a cup of coffee as he sat down at the table. “How’d you sleep?” You asked.

“Better when you cuddled me.” Bucky answers with a smile before taking a sip of coffee.

“That’s good.” You pecked his lips softly. “I made breakfast.” You tell him.

“What did you make?” He asks curiously.

“Your favorite.” You answered with a smile, giving him a kiss on his forehead.

You went back to the kitchen to get breakfast and took it to the table. You put a plate in front of Bucky and sat down at the table next to him.

“Doll?” Bucky speaks up after a few minutes.

“Yes, babe?” You asked, looking up at him.

“Thank you for last night.” He smiles.

“You’re welcome, Bucky.” You smiled back. “You know you don’t have to thank me for that. I’ll cuddle away the nightmares anytime.” You say.

“I’m sure I’ll have less nightmares when you’re holding me.” He says with a smile.

“I love holding you and I love you.” You say, leaning over in your chair to kiss his lips sweetly and softly.

“I love you too, babydoll.” He almost whispered, kissing you back.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

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inksoakedparchment · 5 months ago

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Your best friend’s boyfriend

pairing: sebastin stan x fem!reader

genre: fluff x smut x angst

trope: strangers to lovers to forbidden love

word cunt: 1492

tw: smut, alcohol, drugs, my english

summary: you are the barista and you ask for his number, then that night you two accidentally meet in a club

a/n: i’ve been in love with him for years now so i decided to write a one shot about him

dividers by @adornedwithlight

The little bell above the coffee shop’s door starts to tinkle, which means a new customer arrives.

“Afternoon! I would like a black coffee, no sugar,” he says and you look up. Your jaw almost drops when you look in his bright blue eyes. This stranger is absolutely handsome.

“Excuse me, can you repeat your order?” you clear your throat.

“Black coffee, no sugar and takeaway,” he grins and you nod, then quickly make the coffee for him.

“Here you are,” you smile at him. “And my number,” you give him a little note with your number on it.

“Thank you…” he leans closer and reads your nameplate. “Ah, thank you, Y/N,” he smiles.

As he waves goodbye and exits the shop, you feel like he has cast a spell on you. Your mind becomes fixated only on him, making it impossible to think of anything else.

At night, you go to a club to let the stress out. You drink a lot and smoke weed - it’s not a habit of yours only smoke weed at parties - and you bump into someone and spill your drink on his shirt.

“I’m so sorr-,” you look up, your words stuck in your throat.

“Hey there, Y/N,” he grins. “I’m Sebastian by the way,” he takes your hand and gives it a kiss.

“Your shirt,” you swallow and take a puff from your joint.

“Don’t worry about it, doll,” he smirks, taking your cig out of your hand and starts smoking it.

“Doll?” you raise your eyebrow. You feel the alcohol and weed's effect on you. Your gates are down.

“You’re like a doll, and I wanna play with this doll,” he leans closer and blows the smoke into your face. He lets the stub fall and steps on it.

You reach for the collar of his shirt and pull him closer. You press your lips on his, and this smooch quickly turns into a heated make-out session. His grip tightens on your hips as you bite his lower lip gently.

“I have a clean shirt in my car,” he looks into your eyes with pure desire.

“Lead the way,” you take his hand and he pulls you out of the club to his car. He opens the Jeep’s back door for you and you climb in.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he groans as he shut the door behind himself.

Sebastian rolls your dress up and leans to your lips. He’s about to kiss you while his fingers slide in your wet pussy. You gasp and your head falls back.

“You’re so wet for me, doll,” he groans and starts fingering you like he’s fuckin’ Quicksilver.

“Seb, I'm so close,” you moan loudly.

“You’re not cumming yet, doll. When I give you the permission, you can,” he unbuckles his belt, unzips the zipper and pushes down his pants too.

“I’m on pills,” you lick your lips when you see his size. Thick and big. Perfect.

He towers over you and kisses you while he’s positioning himself. Without warning, he enters your pussy hard and leans his hand on the window as he’s fucking you mercilessly. The desire and lust in each other's eyes is something that nobody can take away.

You feel your orgasm reach you and you’re tightening around him. He groans your name while he also explodes.

“That was…” you pant into his mouth.

“Majestic, like you,” Sebastian nudges your face with his nose, then kisses you.

“Yeah,” you adjust your thongs and dress, he pulls his pants and trousers up. “It was the best fuck I’ve ever had, but I have to go now,” you smile at him and after the last kiss, you leave.

He climbs forward to the driver's seat and then goes home too. Sebastian can’t stop thinking about you and he feels guilty after the alcohol and weed left his mind. He cheated on his girlfriend. With you.

After a week the night is finally here. Your best friend, Alyssa introduces her boyfriend to you tonight. You meet them in a restaurant and when you sit down across them… you almost fall from the chair. Sebastian is holding your best friend’s hand and his face shows how shocked he is.

“Sebastian, she’s my best friend Y/N and Y/N, he’s my boyfriend,” she smiles.

You stare at him, like you see a ghost, and feel like a very shit friend. But you didn’t know he has a girlfriend and that gf is your best friend.

His hand extends for a handshake, and you accept it. The handshake seemed to last a lifetime, each moment unfolding slowly. Finally, you release his hand.

“I have to go to the bathroom,” you swallow and walk to the hallway.

“What was that?” Alyssa looks after you.

“I don’t know. Want me to check her? Maybe she has a problem with me,” he sighs.

“Yeah, it’s a good idea. Thank you, sweetie,” his face almost runs to a grimace when he hears the nickname, but he just nods.

You’re trying to slow your breathing down but fail every time. His face, his touch and his dick still haunts you, but in a good way. It was the best sex in your entire life.

“Y/N!” you hear his voice and you turn to him.

“What the fuck, Sebastian?! You have a girlfriend and you cheated on her! How could you do it?” you yell at him quietly. (a/n: it’s possible)

“I was high and drunk and you’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen in my life,” he points at you.

“That’s not an excuse! You’re a fucking idiot, a prick and a huge d-”

“Shut the fuck up, please!” he cuts you off.

“Make me!” your blood is boiling now.

He looks at you with passion in his eyes and presses you to the wall, making you shut with his mouth. Your lips are fighting with each other but it feels like a dance to your tongues. He somehow quickly takes out his dick and rolls your dress up.

“Not wearing any underwear, doll? That’s really nasty, you little brat,” he whispers.

With a fast thrust, he enters your vagina and starts fucking you, like he wants to reach your heart, with his cock. You can’t hold your moans back. You’re just enjoying his body towering above you, your legs around his hips and his hand on your neck, choking you. After a few minutes, both of you reach your top and cum at the same time.

You two swiftly adjust your clothes and hair, and then he looks at you.

“It’s a very good way to shut you up, don’t you think?” he smiles softly.

“We can’t do this, Seb. I just stabbed Alyssa’s back with a samurai sword, not with a knife. And now we were totally sober,” I sigh with guilt in my eyes.

“We can’t stop what’s meant to be,” he walks you back to your table.

You sit down across them and you look at Alyssa, who checks you with a suspicious expression. She looks at Sebastian too and the realization hits her.

“Please tell me, I'm wrong. Please tell me you two didn’t have sex in these fifteen minutes,” she says holding back her tears.

“Alyssa, please,” you look at her with a scare in your eyes.

“Y/N! He’s my boyfriend and you just… you’re the worst friend, I’m sure,” she stands up to leave the restaurant.

“At the first time, I didn't know he had a girlfriend!” you try to defend yourself.

“First time?!” her jaw drops.

“Y/N, you’re just making it worse,” Seb buries his face into his hands.

“So he cheated on me twice?” Alyssa points at Sebastian and you nod.

“We were drunk and high…” you look away.

“Oh my god,” she shakes her head. “And this? You’re on heroin or what?”

“I don’t know, Alyssa, okay?” you wipe away your tears which roll down your face.

She scoffs and rushes out. You lost your best friend because of a man. It’s unbelievable. You look at Sebastian with hate in your eyes.

“Don’t look at me like that, doll. It was our mistake, not only mine,” he hums.

Your shoulders soften defeated. He’s right.

a year later

“Come here!” you shout from the kitchen.

“A moment!” he yells back and you smile. “Yes, doll?” Sebastian looks at you with big puppy eyes, curiosity in them.

“My parents want to meet you finally,” I smile happily. His eyes lighten up and he hugs you.

Maybe you lost Alyssa, it hurt a lot for months and still hurts you, but you got a boyfriend - who’s your fiancé now, a best friend, and a partner in crime and it makes sense to you. You have new friends, you have a bestie, Cass who has your back from the start and it matters. Not anything else now. You have a happy life with good people around you.

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firefly-in-darkness · 1 year ago

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Hopelessly Devoted

Pairing → Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary → You visited the Harvest Festival and your boyfriend, James 'Bucky' Barnes surprised you.

Word Count → 1.3k words

Warnings → none, fluffy lovey dovey stuff.

Beta → none.

Prompts/Bingo Cards

AFG Square Fill → Grease AU - @anyfandomgoesbingo

AF Fluff Square Fill → Carving initials in a tree - @anyfandomfluffbingo

Sebastian Stan Square Fill → Blindfold - @sebastianstanbingo

Writer's Note → Well, it's been a while since I wrote anything, let alone shared it on here. This was something I had written last year and just gone over it briefly so hope you enjoy it.

Summer was fading; the sun was setting earlier, and the cool breeze was picking up. Bright greens, blues, and yellows disappeared and replaced with oranges, reds, and browns. Fall was fast approaching, and you didn’t mind one bit. Cozy cardigans, knitted stockings, roaring fires, and hot chocolate were calling your name.

The town’s Harvest Festival was in full swing; pumpkin patches, hayrides, corn mazes, and even hosted a fairground with a Ferris wheel and arcade games. Everyone from town was there, including you and your cousin, Danny. Who had conveniently just left you to show off his bowling skills to his girlfriend, Sandy.

"Hey Doll," the low timbre sent a wave of giddiness through your body.

"Hey yourself," you turned to James and returned his lopsided grin.

James was wearing all black and the trademark T-bird leather jacket. His hair wasn’t as slicked back as earlier. It was a little fluffier, and you prefered it that way too.

He presented a small stuffed teddy bear, "Told you I’d win something for you before night fell."

"And how much did that cost you? I bet the amount you spent would have bought three of these from the store!" You wrapped the bear in your arms as you teased your boyfriend.

"Where’s the fun in that?" He puffed out his chest in faux machoness, "Gotta prove my worth to a Zuko."

You giggled as he exaggerated and flexed his biceps. He turned his head to the side, and you kissed his cheek.

"Thank you, I love it."

His eyes sparkled with mischief, "Let's get out of here."

"What are you planning, mister?" Your eyes narrowed at him in jest.

“Follow me.”

Your gingham skirt and petticoat fluttered out and around you with each step as you skipped to keep up with James' longer strides. You bypassed the bright and colorful fairground. The laughter and joyful screams echoed with each stand and ride you left behind.

James didn’t stop at the coconut shy to show off his throwing skills or the Ferris wheel to charm you with whispered sweet nothings and to kiss you at the top. Instead, he diverted you to the exit and straight to his car.

James held the door open for you as you gathered your skirts and climbed into the car. He raced around the front with a massive grin, slid inside, and handed you the soft blue tie he had worn to prom last year. You'd only been on a couple of dates by the time prom had come around, but he'd made your heart swoon at the gesture of matching the color of your dress.

"It’s a blindfold. I want this all to be a surprise,” the quick explanation eased your confusion.

You nodded and placed the material over your eyes. It wasn’t thick enough to block out the light but obscured your vision enough to not see much in front of you. You tried to tie it but fumbled. James’ hands covered yours and took over.

“Are you going to tell me anything?”

"No, Doll. It will spoil it, but we'll be there in about 10 minutes."

Butterflies erupted in your belly, excited for what lies ahead. You thought of all the places that could be nearby and what the surprise could be. Maybe you were going to have one of those giant sundaes at Frosty Palace, or you were going to see a movie at the drive-in.

The engine started, and you released a small yelp. James laughed as you tried to regain your composure. The familiar sounds of the crackling radio filled the car. You relaxed against the leather bench and enjoyed the sounds of Bill Haley and His Comets.

The absence of Bucky's touch was brief as he held your hand while he drove. You're sure he could hear the race of your heartbeat, but you didn’t care.

The car pulled to a stop, and you heard Bucky open and close the car door before opening yours. A cool breeze wrapped around your exposed calves, and a shiver ran down your spine. It wasn’t long before Bucky's warm hand took yours. You climbed out of the car as gracefully as possible. A slight snigger from Bucky had you doubting how well you achieved that.

You focused on your other senses and tried to work out where you were. The soft ground under your pumps meant you weren’t on the sidewalk. Birds chirped above, the slight rustle underfoot and the sweet scent of flowers wafted around. You almost screamed at the feel of something tickling your legs. You managed to choke it down but earned another snigger from James.

"Barnes, you're cruisin'." You mustered up a stern voice.

You lost James’ touch without a word. Your heart dropped as you reached out to find nothing.

"James?"

"I'm here. Gimme a sec, doll."

Your heartbeat returned to normal, and the fear of being left alone was gone as quickly as it had entered your mind.

"Okay, I'm going to come up behind you now."

You felt the warmth before his torso pressed into your back. His body encircled, and a not-so-unfamiliar feeling ignited in your belly as he whispered in your ear.

"Hope you like this doll. You deserve the best."

James removed the blindfold, and it took a few moments for your eyes to adjust to the fading sunlight. Slowly, you looked out over the golden meadow. The blanket, a wicker basket at one, and James’ leather boots on the other, at the foot of the oak tree made your smile widen.

You turned to James with your hands on his chest, "A picnic? For me? Oh, you shouldn't have."

He smirked and lightly kissed your forehead, "I definitely should have.”

Your head rested on Bucky's lap, his arm draped across your waist underneath the makeshift blanket of his leather jacket. Stomachs full from sandwiches and treats. The peace of being close to one another brought unbreakable smiles to your faces.

"Y'know what, doll, I'm so glad Ma moved out of Brooklyn last year. I miss home. But I’d never have met you if I hadn't come here."

You grinned up at him and caressed his cheek, enjoying the scratch from the stubble on his jaw. James leaned into your palm and peppered a kiss there.

His face contorted away from adoration to neutral in a flash. You might have missed the shift if you didn’t know him as well as you did.

“What you thinkin’ about stud?”

“Nothing, it's silly,” his cheeks tinged pink, and he looked away.

Gently, you turned his face towards your line of sight, “This is silly.”

You pulled a ridiculous face with your eyes crossed and tongue sticking out while rocking your head from side to side. James chuckled, and the crinkle of his eyes warmed your heart.

“I love you,” you whispered against his lips.

“I’m hopelessly devoted to you,” He whispered back and kissed you once more.

After you enjoyed the last moments of the sunset, Bucky helped you to stand up. You brushed your skirt down and draped his jacket over your shoulders. Then you heard the sound of clicking and scraping.

You followed the noise to find James braced against the tree trunk. You unashamedly gazed at how his muscular arms and back shifted under his top. The propped foot at the roots gave an enticing shape to his behind in the already tight black denim. You almost missed him calling out your name.

Bucky moved away from the tree, closing and pocketing the pen knife to reveal his handiwork.

Yours and his name inside a heart, etched into the bark, for all eternity.

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andydrysdalerogers · 7 months ago

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Love Lessons

Pairings: Sebastian Stan x Reader, Chris Evans, Scott Evans, Sebastian x Alejandra Onieva

Word Count: 3.1K

Summary: Being an associate producer was never the goal but the stepping stone to be a writer. So when you work for Jimmy Fallon, you never know what will happen. Or who you will meet...

Warnings: Language, Alcohol use

Song: Jessie's Girl by Rick Springfield (performed by Mary Lambert)

Part 1 of 3

Banners by me! Dividers by @firefly-graphics

I don't consent to my work being copied or translated at all.

Love lesson #1: Meeting your potential soul mate can come from anywhere. You don’t really know. Whether it’s a chance meeting, a prearranged date or fate hitting you in the face. All you know is that it always comes from the place you least expect it. Always keep your eyes open.

Being an assistant is never a glamorous job. But it is the stepping stone to get to any producer, anchor or executive job. Everyone starts at the bottom. Including you. You are an assistant on the Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon. Fate had gotten you the call for an internship a couple of years ago. Destiny placed you in the way of your future and hard work had gotten you to be one of the show’s assistants. You rarely got star struck anymore but every once in a while, it did come. You are human after all.

Tonight, it was your job to have all of the guests comfortable before the taping. And you knew it would be a more difficult night as the men of Marvel were on the docket for the week. Monday, it had been Robert Downey Jr., who had to be one of the nicest humans you had ever met. Tuesday it had been Mark Ruffalo and Paul Rudd, who were complete sweethearts. Wednesday brought Chris Helmsworth, Paul Bethany and Benedict Cumberbatch, or the international contingent as you had called them. Thursday was Anthony Mackie and Tom Holland, which went as well as you thought.

But now it was Friday, and it was the final night of the week. You had a list of things that you needed to bring to the first guest room. You knocked but didn’t hear anything. You knocked again and thought you heard a muffled acknowledgement You entered. “Hello Mr. Stan! I have…oh I’m so sorry!” You had interrupted an intimate moment between him and a blonde.

“Oh, god, sorry, I thought you were Evans.” The man grabbed his handkerchief from his pocket to wipe away the lipstick on his mouth.

“I’m so sorry. I was just bringing in the Evian that was requested.” You dropped the bottles of water into the fridge and headed back to the door. “Please let me know if you need anything else.” You spun around, your HC ponytail swinging around.

“I don’t have your name to call you.” Sebastian smiled in your direction as the blonde scowled. He took you in and absorbed the natural beauty you had in a simple white button down and black slacks. You had minimal makeup on, highlighting just your eyes. You were a stark contrast to the blonde next to him and it was a breath of fresh air.

“It’s YN, Mr. Stan.”

“YN, thank you for the waters. But please call me Sebastian. This is Alejandra, my girlfriend.” He pointed to the blonde, who gave you a pointed look. The look of fuck off and leave me and my man alone. Sebastian missed it, still captivated by you. “I don’t think you were here last time I was on the show.”

“No, I started about two years ago. I think you were here right before I joined.” You looked down. “Well, it’s nice to meet you both. If you’ll excuse me.” You head on out and let out a long breath.

“Cariño, why are you staring at the door?”

“No reason. She was nice.” Alejandra rolled her eyes. “What Ale?”

“Nothing Sebastian.” She went back to kissing his neck. He shrugged her off. “I don’t want to get lipstick on my collar.” In reality, he wanted to go after you, find out more about you. You were an enigma that he wanted to puzzle out. YN, the name of a mystery.

You headed to the other dressing room and knocked, waiting this time until you heard, “Come in.”

“Hi Chris,” you greeted. You had met Chris a couple of time, so you were way more comfortable with him.

“Hey YN!” He came over to give you a kiss on the cheek and a hug.

“I’ve got your waters and scotch as requested and… Eeekkkk!”

You screamed and dropped the glasses as none other than Scott Evans scared the pants off of you when he jumped from behind the door. He doubled over in laughter as he had gotten Chris and you in one go. You had dropped to your knees in fright and clutched at your chest.

“Scott! What the fuck man!” Chris yelled at his brother. Sometimes he wished that Scott and Jimmy were not as close friends as they were so maybe he wouldn’t have to had keep bringing him along every time.

Scott was still trying to breathe, “I’m sorry YNN. You both made it too easy.”

Sebastian, after hearing the commotion, ran to Chris’s room and looked around the corner and saw a sight that made him weak. It was you, on your knees, looking so seductive, your white button-down shirt basically see through from the dropped water and scotch, allowing a glimpse at the dark colored bra you wore underneath. He swallowed at the sight until he saw all of the glass and the liquid that covered you. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine. This jackass scared the crap outta me,” you said pointing to Scott. Sebastian was shocked with the choice of words you used. You carefully got up with Sebastian and Christ helping you, so you didn’t get cut by the glass. Everyone was chuckling until they heard another voice scoff and say, “Pendeja.”

You froze, unbelieving what you were hearing. That didn’t stop Scott. He was fluent in Spanish and had a complete look of rage on his face. “What the fuck did you just call her?”

Alejandra paled when three male faces whipped towards her. She was speechless, unable to defend herself.

You got up and touched Scott’s arm to calm him, gave Chris a small smile and left the room. As you walked away, you turned back to see Sebastian looking like he wanted the floor to swallow him. You turned back and headed to your office and pray for a change of clothes, so you no longer smelled like scotch and humiliation.

Back in the dressing areas, Chris had called maintenance and they cleared the glass as Sebastian pulled Alejandra back into his dressing room. “What the fuck!”

“I’m sorry cariño, it slipped.”

“It slipped to call someone you don’t know an insulting name?”

“It… it wasn’t….”

“Don’t tell me it wasn’t Ale. Scott speaks Spanish and his face was what told me you said something derogatory. What did you call her?”

“I called her an idiot.” The voice was small and afraid.

“Really Ale, really? What the fuck for?”

“She made eyes at you, and I was upset.”

“A lot of women do Alejandra. Are you really that insecure in our relationship that you had to treat someone like that?”

“Cariño, I’m sorry.”

“Nah, forget it. Just go home Alejandra. You embarrassed me in front of my friends and in front of a perfect stranger.” He grabbed his bag and headed to Chris’s dressing room. He knocked on his door. “Can I hang in here for a while?”

“Sure Seb,” Chris replied as he sat with Scott.

Sebastian placed his bag in the corner and then sat of the opposite couch. “How the fuck did I end up with a bitch like Alejandra?” He dropped his head in his hands.

Chris cleared his throat, uncomfortable with the comment but knowing his friend needed him. “Did she tell you what she called YN?”

“Yeah, and the reason behind it. I mean this is the first time I’ve ever met this girl and all of a sudden Ale decided she needed to be a she-wolf.”

“You’ve never met YN?” Scott piped in.

“No, should, have I?”

“I mean, I thought…” Scott is stopped by Chris.

“He doesn’t come on the show as often as we do. I think this is the first time in a couple of years, right?”

“Yeah, I think so. She mentioned something about only being here recently.”

“For the last couple of years, yeah.” Chris is nervous suddenly but Sebastian chalks it up to his famous anxiety. They chat for a bit, waiting for the show to start.

You head back to Jimmy’s office, after changing into a black dress you happened to have, making sure that he is ready to go. “Hey Jimmy!”

“Hey YN! Ready for the last night of Men of Marvel week?”

“Kinda, all this testosterone is getting to me,” you said with a giggle.

“How are Chris, Scott and Sebastian?”

“Ready to roll, boss. Although Scott did scare me earlier.”

“Oh god, tell me we got that on camera.”

You sighed and pulled the flash drive from your pocket with the offending footage. The hallway had a camera and captured Scott jumping out and you falling. Jimmy plugs it in and views the tape. He laughs until he sees the confrontation with Alejandra. “What did she call you?”

“Pendeja. It means idiot or dumb ass in certain countries.” You look down at your hands. You knew what she said, and it hurt. She had never met you, didn’t know anything about you. And here she was, trying to make you feel insignificant.

“YNN, you know none of us think that way of you. This was an accident from a scare. You didn’t make a mistake.”

You wipe away an errant tear. “I know Jimmy. Thanks.”

“You know Chris and Scott would never think of you that way.”

“I know. I know.” You take a deep breath and square your shoulders. “You ready boss?”

“Oh, we all know you are more the boss than me,” he says. “Let me go say hi to the guys before we get started.” You grab his suit jacket and follow him to the dressing rooms. You’re surprised to see Sebastian in the Evans’s dressing room, but you didn’t say anything. Jimmy greeted everyone. “Scott, I know you are not in the Marvel universe, but you know we love you here at the Tonight Show.”

“Well if it wasn’t for YNN, I wouldn’t be here; she convinced Chris to bring me,” Scott replies, getting a chuckle from everyone else. You blush at the attention.

“Had I known I would be covered in scotch, I would have told Chris to leave you at home,” you say with a smirk, leave Scott with an open mouth and hard laughs from Jimmy, Sebastian and Chris.

Sebastian stands and asks, “um, YN, could I have a moment of your time.” You nod and head to the hallway. Sebastian pulls the door almost all the way closed and turns to face you. “I am sorry about Alejandra. Her comment was way out of line. She was rude and I just wanted to offer my apologies.”

“It’s ok Sebastian. Thank you for the apology. I’m used to snobs like her.” You play with the end of your ponytail. A nervous habit.

Sebastian gulped not sure how to convey his attraction. “It doesn’t excuse her behavior.” He slipped into Romannian. “Din tot sufletul, dragă, îmi cer scuze pentru ea.” (With all my heart, beautiful, I apologize for her.)

You look at him curiously. And reply, “Ar fi trebuit să alegi o femeie mai bună pentru ca inima ta să fie fericită.” (You should have picked a better woman for your heart to be happy.) He looked stunned and you continued. “It’s not a problem.”

You turned to head back into the dressing room, but Sebastian touches your arm. “I was wondering if I could buy you a drink after the show.”

You blush at the invitation. Sebastian Stan asking you for a drink is like the dream. However, you already had plans. “Oh, I would love to but I’m meeting someone after. Rain check?”

“Oh. Yeah sure. Here,” he took his phone out and gave it to you. You entered in your number and messaged yourself. “I live here in the city so whenever you have time.”

“Sure, I’ll text you.” You walked back into the room. Chris gave you a questioning look and you smiled and shook your head, letting him know you were ok.

You and Jimmy left the room and got ready for the show, stopping in the control room with the video, making sure it was edited to just show the scare. The show started and Jimmy did his thing, the monologue going off without a hitch. You waited for the cues, doing your thing. Sebastian came out first.

“Sebastian welcome back to the show. It’s been a couple of years.”

“Yes, thanks for having me. I wasn’t exactly sure if you’d have me back, considering the last time.”

“The last time… oh, yeah well.”

“C’mon man no need to be shy.”

“Not shy. Embarrassed maybe.”

“Now I’m hurt because we basically made out.” This drew out gasps and giggles from the crowd.

“We did not make out.”

“We did. I feel like we did. We should show them.”

“Yeah, I guess.” Jimmy points to the director. “Let’s show them last time.”

And a video play of musical cups where Sebastian accidentally takes a drink of one of the beers before the music stopped and had to spit the drink back into the cup. When the music did stop, Jimmy landed with the cup. The crowd roared with laughter watching the exchange.

Sebastian and Jimmy laugh it off and chat for a few minutes. Chris joins Sebastian on stage.

“So, Chris, we heard a rumor.”

“Ok. Lots of rumors. But hit me with it.”

“You have a new lady in your life.” Jimmy smirks at him.

“You do? You can do that?” Sebastian questions, drawing a laugh from everyone.

Chris blushes. “Yeah, well if I had a girlfriend, I would say that she wouldn’t want her name out there. Because she’s probably a private person.”

“Ok,” Jimmy says. “That’s fair. So, is that a yes?”

Chris just shakes his head and laughs.

Sebastian interjects. “I’m sure if Chris had a girlfriend, he would have told me. As far as I know, it’s just him and Dodger. And me but I’m like another puppy.”

Jimmy laughs and Chris punches Seb’s arm. They show the scare video, and they introduce you as an assistant that Scott is friends with. Scott comes out to explain what happened.

“Did you mean to get YN as well?”

“No, that was a happy coincidence. She’s a great girl and we’ve stayed close since…” he swallows, like he’s nervous… “since Chris and I met her a couple of years ago.”

“That’s great. Well, thank you to Sebastian Stan, Chris and Scott Evans for stopping by…” The show is ending. You had already finished and were putting on your coat while watching the closing. You said bye to the crew and headed over to the bar.

Ordering a lemon drop martini, you sit, waiting and get a message

I’ll just be a few.

You sigh, knowing he would be late. You take a sip and look around the room.

Sebastian couldn’t believe his luck when he went to the bar Chris had suggested. He wanted Seb to meet someone and said he would be a few minutes. In looking around for a seat, he saw you sitting at the bar. You were elegant still in your black dress, a change from the white from earlier. Like two sides of you in one day. He approached you out of your line of sight. “Fancy seeing you here.”

You turn to see Sebastian next to you with a smile. “It’s not hard to find me. I’m here every Friday.”

He took a seat next to you. “So, you know Romanian?”

You smile softly. “Yes. My best friend was from Romania. She taught me since I loved linguistics so much.”

“You are a polyglot?”

“Yep, English, French, Spanish, German and Romanian.”

“So, you know what Ale said?”

“Perfectly. Just because I don’t look like, I don’t know, sophisticated and shit doesn’t mean she should assume that I am lower than her.”

“I kicked her out. I’m so sorry she treated you that way.”

“Like I said, I’m used to it.” You sip your drink, wishing you could forget the entire day.

“So, you’re waiting for your friend or were you lying?”

“I just got a message that they are running a few minutes late.”

“So, is it a boyfriend or a friend?”

You blush, “a boyfriend. He wanted me to meet one of his best friends tonight.” You chew your lip slightly, starting to feel nervous.

“Oh, so its new?”

“No, we just never went public really. We’ve been dating for about a year and a half.” You take a sip as you can feel your cheeks are rosy.

“Oh, how’d you meet?” Sebastian felt like he couldn’t just walk away since he was meeting Chris. But he didn’t want to stop talking to the enchanting creature in front of him.

“Well…”

“Hey beautiful.” Chris walked up and threw his arm around you and kissed you softly.

“Hey baby,” you reply as you look at Sebastian who looks like a fish. Scott comes up as well.

“Hey YNN! You started without me!” he pouts.

“I run on normal time not Evans’s time,” you tease. “You’re always late Scotty.”

Sebastian finally closes his mouth. He swallows, realizing his been hitting on his best friend’s girl. “You and Chris.”

“Yeah,” he replied. “I met this one and we just wanted to keep things quiet. Didn’t want it to affect her job.”

“I was just asking how you met.”

“Well, I was out at a bar, The Kinckle Club for a blind date and he didn’t show. So after about an hour of waiting and two glasses of wine, I was going to head to my friend Jon’s for his birthday. Well, I literally ran into Chris in front of the bar. He helped me up and then I guess the rest is history. He said he knew Jon too and was supposed to go to his party as well, but we ended up talking all night that night. Never made it to Jon’s that day.”

“Best day to not meet up with you by the way,” he told Sebastian.

Sebastian thought back to when he would have invited Chris to Jon’s, and it hits him. He had stood up a date because he was too busy making moves on Alejandra, whom he met through Jon. The date was supposed to be on Jon’s birthday. The blind date was the date with you.

You hadn’t made the connection between the man who stood you up and himself. He mentally cursed himself the rest of the evening as he watched you interact with Chris.

Love lesson# 2: never standup a blind date. You never know if it’s your soul mate that you were destined to meet.

More lessons to come… Part 2 // Part 3

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Too Good To Be True

Sebastian Stan x Reader Story

Summary: A romantic comedy story where Sebastian Stan falls in love with reader but she is not who he thinks she is.

Horrified that she let Sebastian’s girlfriend’s dog, ruin Sebastian's girlfriend's shoes, she tried to find a way to fix it so Aurora wouldn’t find out. Will she succeed and save Aurora’s two thousand dollars shoes? Or will Aurora find out and fire her?

Pairings : Sebastian Stan x Female!Reader

Chapters : 8/20 (Might add more)

Chapter List >

Warning : none - let me know if you find anything

Word count : 7.3k words

This story is inspired loosely by Sebastian's love life so it will have characters from his real life but I will not name their real names. I will only use Sebastian's real name in the story.

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Chapter 8 - Hola

13320 Mulholland Drive, Los Angeles, California - Wednesday, July 5th 2023 - 9 am

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Y/n's heart dropped to her stomach as she caught sight of the cream Chihuahua chewing on Aurora's new Jimmy Choo shoes. She became even more horrified as the crystals on the strap started to fall off and dropped onto the floor.

"Paris! No.. no.. no..!' She immediately ran towards the Chihuahua and pulled the shoe off from her mouth. But Paris held onto it tight and wouldn't let go. Her heart sank as the top part of the shoe started to rip and even more crystals fell off from it.

"Paris! Let it go! Let it go!" She demanded but it was no use. Paris growled and continued to pull the shoe.

She had no choice but to let it go so that it didn't become ruined even further. Once she let it go Paris was jolted back from the sudden release and finally released the shoe. She immediately picked it up and put it high above her head so Paris couldn't take it again.

"Bad dog! Bad dog!" She scolded as Paris barked loudly at her.

She shook her head in disbelief as she studied the shoe, wondering if she could still fix it. But the crystals on the strap were all gone and the top part had been ripped. There was no way she could repair it.

She looked around, realizing she needed to find the other pair and found it lying on the floor not far from Paris, the condition even worse than the one in her hand. Paris was about to bite the other shoe again but she picked it up before she got the chance.

"Bad dog! Bad dog!" She yelled in frustration as she picked up an empty shoe box near her and put the shoes in it. She wasn't sure what to do but at that moment all she could think about was to pick up all the crystals and clean up the room from any evidence. She could think about what to do later on.

One by one she started to pick up the crystals and dropped them into the box while Paris stood near her and continued to bark.

"Shut up Paris! This is all your fault!" She scolded her. Miraculously Paris stopped barking, as if she knew what she was saying. She paused and looked up and saw Paris looking serious, her eyes furrowed in concentration. Then she heard the most disgusting sound ever, Paris had just pooped onto the floor! Leaving a wet brown stinky mess onto the floor.

"Paris! Oh my God! Seriously?!" She scrunched her nose in disgust as the foul smell wafted into her nose.

Paris just looked at her innocently then ran away from her out of the room. She sighed as she stood up and decided to clean the mess first before continuing to gather the rest of the crystals.

Once the floor was clean from Paris' liquid poop she continued to gather the crystals into the shoe box as her mind thought of what to do. Fixing the shoes was impossible. Even if she could glue back all the crystals, the satin part of the shoes were already ripped. She contemplated buying a new pair but realized she didn't have enough money to buy a new one. The shoe cost two thousand dollars and she didn't have that much in her possession. She literally only had the money Sebastian had given her when she was still working at Go Get 'Em Tiger and two hundred dollars she got from Sebastian the other day minus the price of the waffles she bought at the cafe. She realized she only had about nine hundred dollars, and she needed it for the rest of the month.

She contemplated asking for Sebastian's help but then decided against it. He had helped her so much and she really didn't want to bother him again. Besides, she would be too embarrassed to tell him. It would just show how incompetent she was. She wondered if she could probably borrow some money from Lara or her roommates. She hated to ask for their help but she didn't have a choice. Of course, she could always confess to Aurora about what happened but she was afraid Aurora would fire her.

After a while she finally decided to ask her friends for help. Aurora was going to pay her six grand anyway by the end of the month, so she could pay them back by then.

Relieved that she had a plan, she finished gathering all the crystals into the shoe box and brought it out of the room.

She walked downstairs to hide the shoe box in her room but her worst nightmare happened. She was only several steps away from the ground floor when two things happened at the same time. The front door suddenly opened and Aurora entered the room. Paris ran downstairs and slipped in front of her, startling her that she tripped on the stairs and fell onto the floor, the shoe box flew away from her hand and dropped onto the floor. The cover of the box opened, revealing the ruined shoes and crystals scattered all over the floor.

"Y/n!!!" Aurora's high pitched scream entered her ears and her heart dropped to her stomach.

"What the hell is this?!" Aurora yelled.

She looked up and grunted, feeling pain on several parts of her body. She slowly stood up, noticing that thankfully she just seemed to be bruised, no sprain, no broken bones.

"I.. I'm sorry, Miss Watson." She stammered as she fixed the position of her glasses which had skewed a little when she fell down, her heart beating fast in fear.

"Is this my new Jimmy Choo shoes?!" Aurora asked, picking up the shoe box from the floor.

"Y.. yes. I'm sorry Miss Watson. Paris chewed it. I.. I didn't see when she entered your room. I was busy cleaning her room. I'm sorry." She said, her head hung and she looked down, afraid to look into Aurora's eyes.

"I told you not to let her enter my room! I told you she likes shoes!" Aurora yelled.

"I'm sorry.." she said again as she cowered in fear.

"This is the worst day of my life! First, my mother ditched me! Saying she forgot about meeting me today, preferring to meet up with that bitch cousin of mine! And then this?! Ugh! Why is this happening to me?! Aaaargh!!!" Aurora screamed, startling her.

"I.. I'm sorry, Miss Watson." She stammered again.

"You! You are responsible for this!" She said, shaking the shoe box in her hands.

"I need this for the gala this Saturday. You have to buy me a new one!" Aurora demanded.

"But.. but I don't have that much money, Aurora." She protested.

"It's Miss Watson to you!" Aurora protested.

"Yes, Miss Watson. I.. I'm sorry." She stammered yet again.

"How much money do you have?" She asked.

"I.. umm.. about nine hundred dollars." She replied.

"Fine, give me the money and I'll cut the rest from your pay." Aurora demanded.

"But.. I need it for the rest of the month. For food and things. I have nothing else." She protested.

"Well, you live here, you can just eat whatever is in the employee kitchen. I doubt you will need anything else." Aurora stated and she sighed in defeat.

"Go and get your money. I'm going to Jimmy Choo now and you're coming with me!" Aurora demanded and she didn't have a choice but to obey.

She sighed as she trudged slowly to her room and picked up her wallet. She counted the bills in it and indeed, she only had nine hundred and sixty five dollars. She was about to keep the sixty five dollars in her pocket when Aurora suddenly entered her room and snatched her wallet from her hand, startling her.

"Nine hundred and sixty five dollars. I'm taking all of this. I knew you had more, you lying bitch." Aurora snapped and she felt like her words had stabbed her heart. How dare she talked to her like that?!

Aurora threw the empty wallet back into her hand and she turned around, leaving her seething with anger.

For a split second she felt like running, just running away from that awful place and going back to her apartment and just find another job. She couldn't stand being yelled and cursed at like that. But then she realized she didn't have any money at all except maybe ten dollars in her savings account. If she left, she wouldn't have any money to buy food for the rest of the month. If she stayed, she could at least eat from the employee's kitchen until the end of the month when Aurora hopefully would pay her the rest of her salary.

She sighed then took a deep breath as she finally decided to stay, at most until the end of the month. After that she would definitely resign.

"Y/n! Come here!" Just then Aurora's loud yelling could be heard. She sighed then went out of her cell, trying hard to contain her anger.

"Come with me. We're going to Jimmy Choo and then to the vet. I think Paris' diarrhea got worse. Her room is full of her poop. You were supposed to tell me and clean up her room! What an incompetent assistant you are!" Aurora protested, shaking her head as she gave her a small dog crate with Paris barking in it.

"But I cleaned her room already! She must have pooped again when we were talking." She defended herself as she carried Paris' crate.

"Well clearly her diarrhea hasn't gotten any better then. So come. Don't you dare protest again or I'll fire you! Got that?!" Aurora threatened and she nodded, gritting her teeth.

"Good. Now come on!" Aurora demanded and she turned around and walked towards the front door. She sighed and reluctantly started to follow her out of the house.

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"Have you come up with the Spanish sentence I can say tomorrow at the interview?" Aurora asked her later on when they were in the vet's waiting room, waiting for the vet to see them. They already bought a new pair of Jimmy Choo shoes earlier.

"Oh, I haven't. Sorry." she replied.

"You really are an incompetent assistant. You're so useless. If Seb didn't promise me the role in Pumping Black I would never have hired you." Aurora complained and once again she felt like her heart had been stabbed.

"I'm sorry. I'll try and come up with something." She said, trying hard not to lose her temper.

"Well you better." Aurora huffed.

That night Aurora asked her to watch over Paris again while she went out with her friends. Paris apparently caught some kind of stomach bug and the vet had given her some medicines, which she was supposed to give Paris twice a day.

Paris still had diarrhea after they came back from the vet so she ended up having to clean her liquid poop multiple times, much to her disgust. She locked herself in Paris' room with Paris that night so that she didn't leave liquid poop all over the house. She sat on a sofa by the window with the window open so that she didn't suffocate in the room. Despite having cleaned all the poop in the room, there was still some residual smell that just didn't go away and if she didn't open the window she might just throw up.

She glanced at the golden castle, no sound or movement could be heard from it. It seemed Paris had fallen asleep, much to her relief. She opened her cellphone and started to type up some sentences in both English and Spanish for Aurora's interview the next day. She wondered why Aurora didn't just use Google translate or something. She realized that she might be that stupid. She chuckled internally.

¿Hola, cómo estás? Mi nombre es Aurora y estoy feliz de estar aquí hoy.

(Hello, how are you? My name is Aurora and I'm happy to be here today.)

She stared at the sentence on her cellphone screen and suddenly an idea popped into her head. She started typing and couldn't help but laugh as she typed.

¿Hola, cómo estás? Mi nombre es Aurora y soy una perra narcisista a la que le encanta acosar a la gente.

(Hello, how are you? My name is Aurora and I'm a narcissistic bitch who loves to harass people.)

She laughed again as she said the sentence out loud. After all the things Aurora had done to her, she seriously contemplated on giving her the second sentence to say. It would be very interesting and rewarding to see her humiliate herself. She imagined seeing the interviewer's reaction when Aurora said that and how awkward it must be after that. Especially if Aurora didn't realize what she just said.

Her happiness imagining the situation was short lived however as a sadness crept into her heart. No, she wasn't that kind of person. She imagined if the situation was reversed. How embarrassed she would feel. Not to mention Aurora would most likely fire her over that. She sighed as she decided to just give her the first sentence.

As if on cue Aurora crashed the door open and walked in.

"Y/n.. there you are. My little Cinderella." Aurora said, giggling as she walked closer to her. She seemed to be drunk as she couldn't even walk straight.

"How is Paris? Is she still pooping?" Aurora asked, stopping in front of her. She scrunched up her nose as the smell of alcohol wafted into her nose.

"Umm.. the last time she pooped was two hours ago." She replied as she put her cellphone back in her pocket and stood up.

"Okay... okay. That's.. that's good, right?" Aurora asked, her speech a little slurred.

"Well, I think. She's sleeping now so hopefully it is a good sign." She replied, stepping back a little.

"Okay. Good." Aurora nodded then she suddenly keeled over to the front and put her arm around her shoulder, startling her.

"I don't feel so good." Aurora mumbled.

"You're drunk. Come on, let's go and get to your room." She replied as she started to help Aurora walk to her room.

Aurora was quiet and let her drag her to her room. She placed her gently on the bed and helped to remove her shoes. Aurora immediately closed her eyes and seemed to have fallen asleep. She shook her head as she set her shoes away. She was about to leave the room when Aurora suddenly croaked.

"Thanks mom."

She paused and turned around but Aurora already had her eyes closed. She wondered if she was hearing things. She sighed then decided to just leave as she started to feel sorry for Aurora. It seemed being ditched by her mother really affected her.

She went back to Paris' room and was relieved to see she was still sleeping so she went back to her cell.

She stared at the ceiling of her cell again that night wondering how things could even get worse for her today. She was officially broke. She was poor and had no money. Something she never thought she would experience. She missed having enough money so that she could have any breakfast she wanted from any cafe she wanted without thinking whether she would get broke after that. She missed having more than ten dollars in her savings account and not worrying whether she had enough money to survive until the end of the month. Heck, she missed just having control of her own life and not becoming someone else's slave!

She sighed and contemplated trying to get another IT job. Clearly her acting career was going bad. She had tried audition after audition but had not received any call back yet. Even though Sebastian said she was good but apparently not good enough for people to cast her into anything, she thought sadly. But she remembered Sebastian's Japanese co-star and Sebastian himself. How long it took for them to succeed. She had only tried actively auditioning for a month, surely she could try again. If she truly wanted an acting career she should be patient and keep on trying, no matter how hard it was. Besides, she already paid to enroll in a part time acting class at her conservatory for that whole month. It would be a waste of money if she stopped trying in her acting career.

Yes, she shouldn't be too impatient. She could at least give acting a year to try and maybe after a year she could see what happens next. In the meantime, her main concern was to find another job after she resigns as Aurora's PA at the end of the month. She decided to ask her roommates tomorrow and also Google some job vacancies tomorrow. Hopefully she will have some free time tomorrow.

Unfortunately her wish didn't come true yet again. From early in the morning she was already busy. She forgot to close her bedroom door and forgot to lock Paris' room so that Paris ended up in her room that morning.

She woke up with a start as she heard Paris' barks. She grabbed her glasses from the nightstand and put it on. She looked down and saw Paris looking up at her and then she barked and started walking around her room. Then she barked again and went out of her room. It seemed she wanted her to follow her. So she got out of the bed reluctantly and followed Paris out of her room.

Apparently Paris waited at the kitchen door then continued to run inside.

"Paris! Hold on! Wait!" She called out as she started to run after her.

She got inside the house and saw Paris sprinting up onto the second floor. She sprinted up as well, her heart beating fast in her chest, wondering if something had happened to Aurora.

Paris slipped into Aurora's room and she followed her inside. The first thing she saw was a huge puddle of vomit in the middle of the bed and then she heard the sound of Aurora, vomiting in the bathroom.

Of course, Aurora had a hangover. She sighed. She should have realized. She glanced at the clock on the wall and it was 6 in the morning. Rosa or Gabriella had not arrived yet. She needed to deal with this by herself, much to her disgust.

She decided to check on Aurora first before dealing with the vomit on the bed.

She went to the bathroom and saw Aurora hunched over above the toilet, her chest heaving. She looked absolutely awful.

"Excuse me, Miss Watson. I'm sorry. Do you need any help?" She asked slowly.

Aurora jumped in surprise then stared at her angrily.

"Never ever come into my room uninvited!" Aurora croaked.

"I.. I'm sorry Miss Watson. Paris woke up and led me here. I thought you might need some help." She explained.

"Fine." She sighed and held the side of her head. "My head hurts so much. And I puked on my bed." Aurora said.

"I'll clean your bed Miss Watson. But is there anything I can help you with before I do that? Do you need any help getting back into bed?" She asked in concern.

"I can't go back into bed unless it's clean, you idiot!" Aurora yelled and she sighed.

"Okay, I'll clean it now, Miss Watson." She nodded.

"Wait! Help me up and help me get to the kitchen. I'm thirsty." Aurora said, extending her hand up to her.

She nodded and immediately helped Aurora up from the bathroom floor.

She ended up making Aurora a ginseng drink and some toast to help her deal with the hangover. By the time she was done, Rosa came and took over taking care of Aurora while she cleaned up the bed.

She scrunched her nose as the smell of vomit wafted into her nose. She already wore a mask but she could still smell the vomit, making her gag and wanted to vomit herself. She decided to breathe through her mouth as she continued to clean the sheet and eventually changed it with a new one.

She was putting the sheet in the washing machine when Rosa came in and looked for her.

"Y/n? Aurora is looking for you. She's in the living room by the kitchen." Rosa said.

"Oh okay. Could you continue with this for me?" She asked as she gestured at the sheets in the washing machine.

"Oh sure. Just leave it." Rosa nodded.

"Thank you Rosa." She smiled and Rosa smiled back.

"No problem Y/n. Good luck." Rosa replied and she sighed as she heard her. Luck. She definitely needed that since six months ago, and more.

"Miss Watson? Is there anything I can do for you?" She asked as she arrived in the living room. Aurora was lying down on the sofa, her hand massaging her head and her eyes were closed.

Aurora opened her eyes and squinted as she continued to massage her head.

"Yes, a lot. The interview with the Spanish magazine is scheduled this afternoon at two, here. I need you to set up the place for the interview and then prepare my outfit for it. I also need you to order the food and drink for the people from the magazine and my team. I also need you to watch over Paris again. Make sure she has her medicine and monitor whether she still has diarrhea or not. And then clean her room." Aurora replied.

"Oh okay." She nodded.

"Are you taking notes? I don't want you to mess up again. Take notes!" Aurora commanded.

"Y.. yes Miss Watson, let me get a pen and paper." She nodded and immediately went to her room to grab some.

Aurora's instructions for the day were four pages long. She had a headache already just writing them. Aurora definitely was a perfectionist.

"Did you get all that?" Aurora asked once she was done writing the last instruction.

"Yes, Miss Watson." She nodded.

"Good. I need some aspirin. Go and get me some." Aurora commanded.

"Right away, Miss Watson." She nodded.

After taking the aspirin Aurora went back to sleep while she went to work. So much for taking the time to look for a job vacancy. She sighed as she went up to the second floor to check on Paris.

—

"So, does she get drunk often?" She asked Gabriella later on in the kitchen.

She was studying the instructions Aurora gave her earlier after ordering through DoorDash the food and drink for the magazine crew. The papers which were filled with instructions laid on the table. Gabriella was having some breakfast in front of her. A cup of coffee and a piece of toast were on the table in front of her.

"Well, if she doesn't get what she wants, usually." Gabriella shrugged as she bit the last piece of her toast.

"It's hard to imagine her not getting what she wants with all of these facilities, riches and connections she has." She commented.

"Yeah, it is for people like us. But I guess it's true that no amount of money can buy happiness." Gabriella responded.

"Yeah, you're right. Although having any money at all right now would make me very happy." She commented as she started to feel her eyes start to water.

"Oh.. Y/n.. I know what you mean. Don't worry, you'll get through this. And, I know I barely have enough money myself, but if you need to borrow some, just let me know, okay?" Gabriella said, smiling at her.

"Thanks Gabriella. I appreciate it." She smiled back.

"Of course." Gabriella smiled.

"By the way, for someone like Aurora, don't you think it's weird that she asked me to come up with a Spanish sentence to say for today's interview? I mean, I would have thought, with all the money she has, she could learn Spanish or German or whatever. Or she could just consult Google translate!" She commented.

"Y/n, she's a spoiled brat who doesn't need to do anything. Her whole life is already guaranteed. And she doesn't like to work hard. She just likes doing the easy work but gets paid a lot which is why she is more focused on the modeling part and influencer part rather than the acting part. There's no way she has the patience to learn another language. She doesn't even want to take up acting lessons and she believes herself to be good enough as it is." Gabriella explained.

"Hmm.. I see." She said as she sipped her milk tea.

"What sentence did you come up with by the way?" Gabriella asked.

"Oh, just a general sentence." She said as she picked up an empty paper and started writing down the sentence.

"I just came up with this." She said as she showed the sentence to Gabriella.

"Hmm.. yeah. That could work. You know what would be hilarious though is if you get her to say this." Gabriella said with a twinkle in her eyes.

"¿Hola, cómo estás? Mi nombre es Aurora y soy una perra vaga a la que no le gusta trabajar pero ama el dinero, así que haré cualquier cosa fácil para conseguirlo. Incluyendo convertirse en una novia falsa."

("Hello, how are you? My name is Aurora and I'm a lazy bitch who doesn't like to work but loves money so I'll do anything easy to get some. Including becoming a fake girlfriend.")

Gabriella said and she laughed out loud.

"Wait! Fake girlfriend? What do you mean?" She asked, her eyes widened.

"Oh.. It's just a rumor but.. I think we can see that Sebastian and her are not in a real relationship." Gabriella shrugged.

"Really?!" She asked in disbelief. Somehow a glimmer of hope entered her heart, as much as she hated it because she was sure Sebastian would never fall for someone like her.

"I mean, Sebastian never stayed here long. He never stayed overnight. At least, that's what I can gather. I do leave at seven at night but in the morning when I cleaned up Aurora's room I never found it to be.. umm.. you know. There was just no evidence of any activity during the night involving two people who are supposed to be a couple." Gabriella said, blushing a little.

She was speechless when she heard it. "That's.. wow."

"Yeah.. I don't know if they probably go to his place or whatever. You know. But he rarely comes here. Which is just weird, isn't it?" Gabriella continued.

"It is weird." She said as her mind went to Lara and the Sebastian Stan fandom, thinking of giving them the tea to one of Sebastian's gossip blogs. But then she quickly decided against it. She would probably just tell Lara and ask her to keep it a secret. Knowing Sebastian personally, she didn't want to spread private information about him, especially something controversial like this.

"Yeah. Anyway, it would be hilarious to see her say that to the interviewer." Gabriella laughed.

"Oh I'm sure it would be." She chuckled.

"I actually came up with another sentence." She said mischievously as she started to write down the second sentence on a different paper and showed it to Gabriella.

Gabriella laughed upon seeing it. "Now that is the truth."

"I know, right?" She chuckled.

"Anyway, I have to prepare the living room for the interview." She said as she folded both papers with the sentences on them and put them in her pocket.

"Alright. Come on. I'll help you." Gabriella said as she stood up.

She spent the rest of the morning until lunch time doing all that Aurora asked so that by the time Aurora woke up again, everything was ready. She even skipped lunch because she was so busy.

"Y/n! Have you thought of the Spanish sentence I can say during the interview?" Aurora asked while her hair was being styled by her hair stylist, Jenny, the woman with long brunette hair and glasses. They were in Aurora's room helping Aurora get ready for the interview which was scheduled in an hour.

"Yes, I have." She said as she pulled out a piece of paper where she had written the sentence earlier.

"Here it is." She said as she gave the folded paper to Aurora.

"What does it mean?" Aurora asked, as she opened the paper and studied it.

"It means: Hello, how are you? My name is Aurora and I'm happy to be here today." she replied.

"Okay." Aurora nodded as she looked at the paper and started to say them out loud.

Her cellphone buzzed just then, the food and drink had arrived so she excused herself to take care of them, leaving Aurora to practice saying the sentence by herself.

An hour later she stood behind the camera crew as she watched Aurora sitting on the sofa while Jenny, her hair stylist fixed her hair and Jo, the Asian man who was apparently her stylist, fixed her clothes. The interviewer, who was a Spanish woman, sat on a sofa across from her. She had her own stylist fixing her look.

"Alright, can we start now?" The Spanish woman asked as soon as her stylists were done.

"Yes, of course." Aurora nodded and smiled as her stylists finally finished and stepped away from her.

"One.. two.. three.. rolling." One of the crew members clapped a clapperboard, signaling the start of the interview.

"Welcome to Hola special segment. We are here at one of Hollywood's most popular actress, model and influencer, Aurora Watson's home. Thank you for welcoming us here, Aurora." The Spanish woman said, smiling.

"¿Hola, cómo estás? Mi nombre es Aurora y soy una perra narcisista a la que le encanta acosar a la gente." Aurora said and her heart dropped to her stomach. Aurora said the second sentence! She must have given her the wrong paper!

There was silence in the room after Aurora said it then the interviewer laughed. "That's.. uh.. very interesting thing to say about yourself, Aurora."

"Oh.. uh.. yeah. Is it?" She asked in confusion.

"Yes, of course. I'm sure you meant that as a joke. I mean, no one would call themselves narcissistic and love to harass people deliberately unless it's a joke. Right?" The interviewer asked, raising her eyebrows.

Slowly understanding dawned on Aurora's face and she glanced at Y/n, giving her a murderous look for a split second then her face changed completely and she laughed.

"Of course it was a joke." Aurora said and the interviewer seemed to exhale in relief and she continued the interview.

She looked down in defeat a couple of hours later, once the interview was over and all the magazine crew and Aurora's stylists were gone. She was in the living room with Aurora, being scolded on like a school child being scolded on by her teacher.

"Are you happy? Having humiliated me like that?!" Aurora scolded her and she cowered in fear.

"Answer me!" Aurora yelled, startling her.

"N.. no.. Miss Watson." She shook her head vigorously.

"Liar! I bet you loved seeing it! You know, I thought you were a nice girl who would just obey me and ask no questions. Apparently you have a dark side don't you?" Aurora snarled.

"It was a mistake, Miss Watson! I.. I didn't mean to give you that paper. I gave you the wrong paper!" She defended herself.

"Well.. even if you did, you still took the time to write that sentence in that paper. Meaning you fully intended to humiliate me!" Aurora stated and she knew she lost the debate.

"Thankfully I wasn't that stupid and could still pull it off as a joke. So your attempt at humiliating me failed miserably. I know you think I'm going to fire you over this. But no. Firing you will just make you happy. Wouldn't it?" Aurora hissed and she just stayed quiet, knowing whatever she said would be futile.

"I'm not gonna fire you and give you the satisfaction. No. Instead.. I'm going to make your life.. a living hell." Aurora threatened and gave her an evil smile, striking fear in her heart.

—

True to her promise, for the rest of the day and the day after, Aurora made sure she was in living hell. Aurora asked her to replace Gabriella and Rosa and do all their tasks, from cleaning, cooking, ironing clothes and doing the laundry, taking care of Paris too, cleaning her room and taking her out for a walk. Aurora even asked her to wash her car and clean the pool and the garden. She barely had time for herself.

On Friday Aurora went even further by asking her to move furniture around in the house as she said she suddenly had an inspiration to change the decor in her house. Nelson, Rosa and Gabriella thankfully helped her move the heavy furniture but Aurora asked her to do the finishing touches even down to changing the light bulbs of the chandelier in the living room.

She was kind of afraid of heights so she took the time to get up on the ladder. She finally reached the topmost ladder and started to change the lightbulb when someone called out to her.

"Y/n! What are you doing?!" Sebastian's voice traveled to her ears, startling her and her feet slipped on the ladder. One moment she was up on the ladder, reaching out to change a light bulb and the next she felt herself falling down the ladder. She closed her eyes, fully expecting to hit the floor hard but when she opened her eyes, somehow she was in Sebastian's arms.

"Ooof! I got you there." Sebastian said, swaying a little as he caught her in his arms.

She immediately blushed upon seeing his face being so close to her. He gazed at her warmly and once again she felt like he was seeing into her soul, making her heart beat so fast in her chest.

"Thank you, Sebastian. For saving my life." She finally said after a while and he laughed as he set her down on the floor.

"Oh no problem, Y/n. It was my fault anyway. I shouldn't have surprised you like that." He chuckled.

"Yeah, you did scare me." She protested and he laughed again.

"Anyway, let me help you change the lightbulbs. You just stay down here where it's safe." He said as he snatched the lightbulb from her hand.

"Thanks. You really are a lifesaver. I don't really like heights." She said, feeling so grateful for him as she picked up a box with new lightbulbs in it. The chandelier had ten lightbulbs in it and Aurora wanted her to change them all.

"Me neither." Sebastian said as he slowly took step by step up the ladder. "I'm always nervous in airplanes."

"Yeah, me too. I mean, with airplanes it's even worse. There is nothing holding us to earth except gravity and at any moment something can go wrong and we could fall twenty thousand feet to the ground to our deaths." She shuddered and Sebastian laughed.

"Well I'm gonna remember that line now every time I go on a flight." He commented.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." She said as she gave him the second lightbulb.

"It's okay, Y/n." He chuckled.

"So, how is everything?" Sebastian asked as he finished changing the second lightbulb.

"Umm.. good.. everything is.. good." She said slowly, not willing to share that she had screwed up twice and almost got herself fired and that she was basically broke.

"Good to hear that. You know, I thought you would have asked to resign by now. Apparently you're more resilient than that." He chuckled.

"Well, at this moment I feel I have no option. Besides, I owe you Sebastian. You made me get this job and I don't want to disappoint you." She said as she gave him the third lightbulb and blushed as Sebastian smiled at her warmly.

"You remember on your first day I said that it's okay if you want to resign? No need to think about me? Right? So, just remember that. Okay?" He said and she nodded.

"So, how are you, Sebastian? What brings you here, if you don't mind me asking?" She asked as she was suddenly reminded of Gabriella's comment of Aurora being his fake girlfriend.

"I'm good, thanks. I'm here because Aurora asked me to come for a fitting with her stylist. We're going to this gala event hosted by Amore tomorrow night and she wants our outfit to match." He explained.

"Oh I see." She nodded.

So, he came for work purposes. She mentally noted. She just realized that ever since she started working with Aurora, he really never came to visit her. He only came early that week to drive her here. He did meet with Aurora on her second day but that was because they had a photoshoot together. But he didn't come to visit on Wednesday or Thursday. She couldn't help but feel that it was really weird but then there was always the possibility that he was just too busy on those days. Still, her gut feeling said that he really was faking it with Aurora. Especially with the way he behaved around her, like he couldn't stand her. She couldn't believe that those Sebastian fans who thought Sebastian and Aurora were a PR couple was true. Lara was apparently right. She thought in disbelief.

"Seb?! What are you doing?" Aurora's voice could be heard and her heart dropped to her stomach.

"Hey Aurora. I'm just helping Y/n out, changing the lightbulbs." Sebastian said, waving a little at her.

"Seb! Get down here now! I asked her and not you to change the lightbulbs. I need you for the fitting right now!" Aurora commanded.

"Alright, okay. Calm down." Sebastian sighed as he started to go down the ladder.

"Sorry." He whispered to her as he walked past and she just nodded.

"Y/n! As soon as you're done changing the lightbulbs, come to my room. I need you for a fitting too!" Aurora demanded.

"Oh! A fitting?" She asked in confusion.

"Yes, I need you to come to the gala tomorrow. I need someone to carry the trail of my dress." Aurora replied and her heart dropped to her stomach.

The day of the gala was a Saturday, she had an acting class she was supposed to attend. She thought she would have weekends off but she forgot to ask specifically whether she would get weekends off. She knew she was in a really bad position to ask Aurora about it, but she had to ask for her own good.

"Miss Watson, I'm really sorry. Do you think you can give me a day off every Saturday? Because I have an acting class every Saturday. And I'm afraid I can't come with you to the gala." She slowly said.

"What makes you think that I can give you Saturdays off? Especially after what you did! No! You are coming with me tomorrow! And you will be working for me every weekend, Saturday and Sunday. No days off for you!" Aurora spat.

"Aurora.. " Sebastian started but he was cut off.

"Seb! She's my assistant, stay out of it! You don't know the mess she had made and how she had humiliated me the other day. She doesn't deserve a day off!" Aurora yelled.

"Look, whatever she did, she still has the right for a day off every week. Maybe you can at least give her one day off every Sunday." Sebastian protested.

Aurora didn't respond immediately, her eyebrows furrowed in anger, her chest heaving.

"Fine. Sunday. I can give you Sundays off." Aurora finally said. "Now come on, Seb. Jo is waiting." Aurora said as she dragged Sebastian by the arm. Sebastian didn't have a choice but to follow her. He glanced back at her and she mouthed a thank you at him. He smiled and nodded a little at her then continued to follow Aurora out of the living room.

She sighed as she continued to climb up the ladder and changed the remaining lightbulbs. There goes the money she had paid for the acting class. She thought sadly. The part time acting class was only held every Saturday as the conservatory was closed every Sunday. She wondered if she could ask her acting teacher Miss Davidson to give her private acting lessons every Sunday instead. But then again, she was broke. How was she supposed to pay Miss Davidson? She sighed. There was no other option but to stay working for Aurora until the end of the month. After that she would find another job and enroll again into the part time acting class. She hoped the conservatory would allow all the tuition she had paid to roll over for another month so she wouldn't lose her money for nothing.

Despite all the positivity she tried to inject into her mind to make her stay and work for Aurora, something happened that afternoon that made her change her mind.

After she was finished changing all the lightbulbs, she went upstairs into Aurora's room. Aurora's stylist Jo was putting a light blue suit onto Sebastian. He looked extremely handsome with white buttoned up shirt, light blue pants and light blue suit jacket. His hair was pulled back slickly into a neat man bun.

Meanwhile Aurora wore a white embroidered dress with a plunging neckline and mermaid skirt and tons of crystal applique on the bodice and skirt. She couldn't help but think as if they were preparing for a wedding with what they were wearing. And as much as she hated it, she could feel the heaviness of jealousy again in her heart. She stared at them both and saw how amazing they looked together. She could never look like that, she thought sadly.

"Excuse me." She called out.

"Oh, there you are." Aurora said, looking at her from where she was standing near the walk in closet.

"Jo, once you're done with Seb, could you help find something for her? Even though I doubt you can find anything good for her with her looking like that." Aurora chuckled.

"Aurora.." Sebastian warned her and Aurora shrugged.

"What? I was just saying the obvious." Aurora protested.

"You don't need to mock her like that. Honestly." Sebastian shook his head.

"Oh shut up, Seb. I'm tired of you defending her all the time." Aurora protested.

"I wouldn't need to defend her if only you could behave yourself." Sebastian protested and an awkward silence fell on the room.

"Behave myself!? She was the one that started it! She is an incompetent bitch who ruined my shoes and deliberately humiliated me during the interview yesterday!" Aurora finally broke the silence.

"What?" Sebastian asked, dumbfounded.

Aurora proceeded to explain what happened. Sebastian looked baffled as Aurora explained everything, from her point of view, of course. At the end of her tirade Sebastian glanced at her and she could see a look of disappointment on his face.

"Aurora, despite everything she did, you don't have the right to mock her like that." Sebastian finally said, turning to look at Aurora.

"Oh please!" Aurora scoffed.

"Aurora, enough. I'm done. I think the suit fits. I have to go." Sebastian said as he started to take off his suit jacket, gave it to Jo and then he went to the bathroom. He glanced at her as he passed but the warm look in his eyes that he usually gave her was gone, replaced by disappointment. She felt like her heart broke as she looked at how he looked at her. She looked down as he continued to walk past her. Her heart shattered as she felt immense guilt for disappointing him.

Sebastian left without saying a word to her when she was busy with Jo picking a dress for herself, making her feel even more guilty.

"Alright, with a body like yours it's really hard to find anything that fits!" Jo announced in frustration.

Once again she felt like her heart had been stabbed.

"And this face. I don't think any hairstyle would fit either." Jenny complained as she grabbed her chin with her fingers and moved it to face her.

She felt like crying as she heard both stylists mocked her. She now knew why Aurora seemed to get along with them. They had equally rotten hearts.

In that moment she realized she didn't want anything else to do with them anymore. Not with Aurora, Jo, Jenny, not even Sebastian. He was already disappointed in her. She felt it was better that she just resign. She could just borrow some money from Lara or her roommates for the rest of the month until she gets a new job.

Yes, after the gala was done she would resign. For her own good she would resign and there was nothing in the world that could stop her from resigning.

Except, there was.

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