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sergeantbarnessdoll · 10 hours ago
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When your requests are open can I request a fic where the reader is dating Sebastian Stan and someone online or in person says something rude to her and so Seb stands up for her?
I Will Always Stand Up For You » Sebastian Stan
Pairings: Boyfriend!Sebastian Stan x Girlfriend!Reader
Summary: Someone says something rude to you and Sebastian stands up for you.
Warnings: Fluff, language, insecurities, crying, kissing, pet names
A/N: Thank you for requesting @marvelobsessed134 🩵
A/N: I used Google translate for the Romanian translations. My apologies if I got anything wrong.
Translations: Dragă: sweetheart | Prinţesă: princess
Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.
Header made by @buck-star
GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.
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You walked in a coffee shop you and Sebastian always meet up with one another at when one of you is busy. You sat down at yours and his usual table and waited for him. Sebastian is currently in a meeting. You decided to send him a text.
You: I’m waiting for you in our usual spot🥰
Sebby🩵: That’s great. I’ll see you in a little bit. I love you❤️
You: I love you too❤️
You couldn’t help but smile at his sweet message. All of his messages to you make you smile and blush. You and Sebastian have been dating for a couple months and it always feels like the first time when he says “I love you” to you.
You got up and ordered a coffee for you and Sebastian while you waited for him. You then sat back down and decided to scroll through social media. You were so focused on your phone that you didn’t hear someone sit down at the table you’re sitting at.
“Hi.” You heard a girl say.
You looked up from a phone to see two girls and a guy sitting across the table from you. They look college aged. You shut your phone off and gave them your full attention.
“Uhh hi?” You say more like a question.
“You’re that girl.” The second girl says.
You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. The girl made it sound like her and her two friends knew you.
“Do I know you guys?” You asked.
“No, but we know who you are.” The guy says.
“You’re Sebastian Stan’s girlfriend right?” The first girl said.
“Yes I am.” You answered with a smile.
You assumed they were fans so you didn’t think much of it.
“We have a question for you.” The guy says.
“What is it?” You asked.
“Why is Sebastian dating a girl like you?” The second girl asks.
“Excuse me?” You rose an eyebrow at their question. “What do you mean a girl like me?” You asked.
“You’re not his type.” The first girl says.
“Plus you’re not that pretty.” The second girl says.
You didn’t say anything. You stared at them silently. You watched them stand up and move to a different table, sitting at a table on the other side of the coffee shop. You glanced over at them, seeing them pointing and giggling at you. That was enough to tell you they were still talking about you.
You faced forward and stared at the table, your fingers playing with the necklace Sebastian bought you for yours and his one month anniversary. You were so caught in your thoughts that you didn’t realize tears were rolling down your cheeks. You sniffled and continued to fiddle with your necklace. You were pulled out of your thoughts when Sebastian texted you.
Sebby🩵: I’m on my way. I’ll be there in a few minutes
You: I’ll be waiting🥰
You sighed shakily and shut off your phone. To distract yourself, you decided to play with the sugar packets in that was in a little container. Tears continued to roll down your cheeks and you sniffled every now and then.
“Now she’s crying like a baby.” One of the college kids says in a mocking tone.
You felt yourself getting smaller the more you heard them. A few minutes go by and Sebastian walks in the coffee shop, going straight to the table you’re sitting at.
“Hi, baby.” Sebastian greets you, kissing the top of your head before sitting down across from you.
“Hi, Seb.” You say quietly.
Sebastian noticed your cheeks were wet with tears and you were unusually quiet.
“What’s wrong, prinţesă?” He asks with worry in his voice.
“It’s nothing.” You mumbled, picking at the plastic lid of your coffee cup.
Sebastian moved the cup to the side and held your hands in his.
“Talk to me.” He murmurs softly.
You continued to stay quiet and looking down. Sebastian didn’t miss the way your bottom lip quivered. That was enough to tell him something was wrong.
“Dragă.” Sebastian tilted your head up so you were looking him in his eyes. “Tell me please.” He says softly.
“A little bit ago, a few college kids asked me why you were dating a girl like me cause I’m not your type and I’m not pretty.” You tell him, feeling your eyes tearing up again.
“Who said that to you?” He asks.
You were about to answer him when you heard the same giggling from across the coffee shop. You looked over at them. They were still giggling and pointing at you. Sebastian followed your gaze to the three college kids who were rude to you earlier. He seen the pointing and heard the giggling.
“I’ll be right back.” He says, standing up.
You didn’t even protest. You watched him walk to the other side of the coffee shop to the table the three college kids were sitting at.
“What’s your problem?” Sebastian asked them.
“What?” One of the girls asks.
“You three have been pointing and giggling at my girlfriend since before I got here.” He said.
“That’s because she’s ugly and it looks like there’s something wrong with her.” The guy said.
Sebastian’s jaw clenched. Overprotective boyfriend mode took over him. He doesn’t like it when people talk about you or to you like that.
“I’m only going to say this once.” Sebastian begins. “There is absolutely nothing wrong with her. You guys just decided to pick on someone you guys don’t know. You guys just like to judge people who you all don’t even know. She’s the love of my life and the most beautiful woman I know. I’d appreciate it if you guys would stop being rude to her and leave her alone.” He says.
The college kids stayed quiet and then left. Sebastian walked back over to you and sat down next to you.
“You don’t have to worry about them again, prinţesă.” He says, wrapping an arm around you.
“Thank you, Sebby.” You muttered softly.
“You don’t have to thank me, dragă. I will always stand up for you.” He says softly, wiping your tears away.
Sebastian then caressed your one of your cheeks softly, rubbing his thumb against your cheekbone. You stared in his blue eyes, a smile forming on your lips.
“There’s the smile I love.” Sebastian says, making you blush and your smile grow wider.
Sebastian kissed you softly. You melted into his touch like you always do.
“I love you, prinţesă.” He says softly with a smile.
“I love you too, Sebby.” You say, smiling up at him.
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-Bucky’s Doll
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yvng97 · 5 months ago
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The wayyy she slam him against the door…. It was giving omega!Bucky REAL BAD 🫦
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mrcavill88 · 1 year ago
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My night in Hollywood
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Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Chris Evans x Henry Cavill x Male reader
Summary: Your first film role definitely has its ups and downs. A large pay check? Good. A kickstart to your career? Even better. But a night with three of Hollywoods leading men? The absolute best
Word count: 1.4k
Warnings: 18+, SMUT, daddy kink, pet names “little boy, baby, doll”, ass slapping, stripping, nipple playing, breeding kink, dick sucking, handjob, unprotected sex
Who knew being famous was so tough?
I’m constantly being bombarded by fans desperate for an autograph. The Hollywood life seems glamorous, and that it is, but not without its downside. The upside? All the hot actors in Hollywood, oh how I loved seeing a sexy man on screen. I recently landed a role on a film with some of Hollywoods leading men and holy cow was it a joyride. I walked into the hotel I would be staying at for the shooting of this film and who do I see as soon as I walk into the elevator? Henry Cavill, Sebastian Stan, and Chris Evans.
The scarlet color on my face is noticeable as I instantly start fanboying over the three buff men. “Hello there, you’re y/n right? I’m Henry, pleasure to meet you love”. He stuck his thick hand out and I shook it with much ebullience. I took my spot in the elevator, right in between Sebastian and Chris, feeling so small next to the 6 feet men.
What was in reality 30 seconds felt like 3 hours in the elevator. Sweat building up on my forehead as the men continued to spark conversation with me. My words fumbled and completely shaky. We reached my floor and I bolted out the doors and hastily walked to my room and instantly shut the door. I was a mess. My chest popping in and out of my body, a noticeable bulge in my tight pants. But as I went to change my clothes, a small envelope slid through my door.
“Reservation at Giovanni’s Italian cuisine for two, 7:30 pm at the luxury suite.
My baby y/n, please join me tonight for dinner, I would love to get to know you. See you soon, Sebastian”
I was fucked. Butterflies pacing through my stomach as the feeling of love and affection enveloped my soul. But was I gonna pass up this opportunity? Hell no. I checked the clock and it was currently 6:00, “how the hell did he reserve the place so quickly?” I thought. I rushed into my luggage and picked out a loose blue and white striped button up and white kakis which kinda showed off my ass.
I got into my car, put my sunglasses on and started driving to the restaurant. “What if he doesn’t like me?” “What if this is all a joke?” Thoughts filled my head as I headed to the restaurant, making me more nervous than I already was.
I walked in and it was the most classy restaurant I have ever been to. Red velvety floors covered the place with beautiful floral arrangements and classical music. “Reservation with Sebastian at 7:30, in the luxury suite,” I said to the hostess. “Right this way please,” she replied as we walked up the extravagant stairs into the luxury suite. She opened the door and
There he was
Waiting for me in a tight black polo shirt that complimented his rippling biceps, and jeans that were definitely, tight. “H-hi Sebastian,” I said with a trembling voice. He walked up to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. “Hey y/n, I’m so happy you came tonight, I hope you like this place cause I really wanted to have a great time tonight, please sit.”
I sat down in the expensive chair and couldn’t help but notice the beautiful view from the window. “Wow! This place is so nice, I can see the whole city from here!” Sebastian grabbed my hand. “Yeah it’s nice but I think I like what I see from here more,” biting his lip. I instantly started blushing, biting my lip to try and calm it down but the redness of my cheeks just got more obvious. I was completely fucked, in a desperate way to change the subject, “So, I wanna try this ravioli they got here, I heard it’s amazing”, I said trying to change the subject. “Yeah let me order, I already know what I’m getting”.
Sebastian ordered our food and I was set for the best date, and the first date, of my life. Who knew a celebrity could be so down to earth and so cordial? But of course, the physical and, sexual appeal was crazy as the Romanian man was extremely romantic.
“Oh, well I’m stuffed, we should get going. This food is pre-paid so don’t even worry about it. Should I take you home?” “Oh thanks but I drove here so I think I’ll be fine,” I answered. “Are you sure?”, he asked with a serious somewhat dour look on his face. “Uhm, actually, maybe you should,” I said nervously hoping he wouldn’t be offended.
We cleaned up and left the restaurant, he took me into his expensive car and started driving back to the hotel. Something felt off, he was being extremely seductive and touchy, grabbing my thigh and rubbing my chest. Did I like it? Of course.
I walked into the hotel and entered the elevator with him just to see two familiar faces once again, Chris and Henry.
“Oh y/n! Great to see you again! Looks like you’ve had some fun with my friend Seb huh?” Chris said with a funny expression. I couldn’t help but nod and gulp as I entered the elevator with the three men.
We were going up and all of a sudden, Sebastian presses the emergency stop button. I was completely confounded, not knowing what was going on. I tried to push the button again but the three men cornered me in this godforsaken box.
“What does this little boy think he’s doing?” Henry asked as he stroked my hair. I started to sweat, and slightly panic. “W-why’d you stop the elevator?” I said hoping this just was some kind of stupid joke. I reached for the button again until Sebastian covered my mouth with his large hand and pinned me up against the wall.
I didn’t even have time to say anything before my clothes started coming off. They started kissing and biting my body relentlessly and I couldn’t help but moan and whine. “Oh baby I wanna fuck you so bad,” Sebastian said as he and Chris started removing my shirt and pants, leaving me in my tiny little spandex.
“Lay in my lap doll,” Henry said gesturing toward me. I felt so exposed and fragile in the moment. “Count” he said as he smacked my ass cheek. I screamed and jolted a little at the surprising pain and arousal that came from it, “o-one” *SMACK* “t-two” *SMACK* “t-three”. One slap quickly became 15 as Henry continued slapping my ass cheeks until they were bright scarlet and my cheeks were soaked in tears.
“What a good boy you are, now let daddy make you feel good,” Sebastian sad as he grabbed my and gagged my mouth. I was in heaven. Henry started twisting and teasing my nipples as Chris shoved his fingers in and out of my hole. Sebastian rubbing up against my body and his dirty talk made me more aroused than I should’ve been. Cock twitching and my skin soaked in sweat. “Daddy!” I whined as my body was being violated by three sexy men. “Oh the things you do to me baby, now open up for daddy”.
Sebastian whipped out his 10 inch cock and teased my hole making more unholy noises leave my mouth. And all of a sudden, *THRUST* his dick was sliding in and out my hole at a rapid pace. Henry shoved his dick into my mouth and started fucking my face. I moaned on his dick sending vibrations up his cock. “Ugh f-fuck baby you’re so naughty. In the midst of all this sexual pleasure, Chris shoved his dick in my hand. “Come on baby, make me cum,” he said as I started jerking him off.
I was gonna lose it, my body completely drowned in pleasure. “D-addy, I c-can’t take it! I’m gonna c-cum daddy!”. “C-come on baby, w-wait for your daddies, don’t be a s-selfish little b-boy”. At those words, my cock shot a load of cum onto Sebastian’s broad chest. Sebastian felt my hole tighten around his cock and came in my hole, filling my walls with his warm and sticky baby batter. I was completely cum drunk. I collapsed onto Henry’s chest. The three men held me in their strong embrace as the night neared its end, nothing could have ruined this night, except the fact that we were in a damn elevator.
THE END
Thanks for reading everyone hope y’all enjoyed it! (I know it kinda sucks)
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extremelyblackandwhite · 1 year ago
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Could you maybe possibly do a Bucky X single mum reader? Maybe he doesn't know she's a mum thinks she's ghosting him and then bumps into her and said child or something maybe some angst smut fluff the whole shebang
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Bucky was officially done with dating.
He had felt this quite a few times but never had he decided to put an end to dating in the modern day until now. Things had been going great, he didn't even think she would've accepted to go on a date with him yet she did and after that, there wasn't a single moment where he wasn't thinking of her or with her. She was sweet, smart and didn't seem to mind about his past as the Winter Soldier or the metal arm that was blatantly visible to anyone if he took his gloves off. He was finally happy, in a healthy relationship, or at least he thought so.
A week ago things had gone radio silent, there were no texts, he didn't see her at her usual coffee spot and whenever he tried calling, it would go to voice mail time and time again. It had finally hit him that she had just "ghosted" him as Sam called it. Maybe he was right, yet not in the common sense, instead he felt haunted. Haunted by her touch, by her memory and even by the stupid cookies she used to buy. The same stupid cookies he was staring at right now.
      - Can I get these? - a toddler jumped up and down next to him. It was a girl, at least Bucky thought it was a girl based on the high pitched voice. He only looked at the toddler when she pulled on the leg of his trouser, finally forcing him to look at her. - Sir, please can you pass me the cookies?
He shrugged, easily grabbing the box and handing it to the girl who went off running to the legs of a woman, a woman who looked too familiar, a woman who looked almost terrified when she saw Bucky. Honestly, Bucky wasn't even sure who was more terrified if her or him.
      - Bucky. - she said as she walked up to him. - Listen, I ...
      - That's fine. - he interrupted her. - You don't have to say hi to me.
      - No, I just ... I need to explain things.
      - I'd rather avoid the whole "it's not you, it's me" discussion. You know, you could've at least sent me a text instead of ghosting me.
      - Ghosting? No, no, you don't understand. I've been busy and ...
      - For a whole week? Clearly you're not busy enough to be perusing the supermarket.
      - Perusing? I'm just getting groceries, I forgot I couldn't if I didn't text you.
      - Oh so you do know how to text. - Bucky knew he was being mean now but he was hurt. There were may voices in his head which were making him feel like a loser, make him feel like just the Winter Soldier yet he also knew that was no reason to insult her so before he could say something he would regret, he walked away.
Technically, he had now ghosted her as well but she'd done it first so it wasn't as heavy in his mind. At least not as heavy as the idea that the girl he liked so much had suddenly stopped wanting to see him. Many things were going through his mind about what could've caused it, he didn't see another man with her at the store so it potentially wasn't one so his mind was forcing him to face the fact that he was probably the reason. Who would want to date a murderer, the Winter Soldier? No one.
      - Did you bring my milk? - Steve asked as he skimmed through the groceries. - Bucky?
      - I saw Y/N in the shop. - he sat down. - And I was a dick to her. Basically ran off with whatever I had in my cart.
      - Hold on. - Steve said as he sat next to him. - You saw her? What did you say?
      - Stupid shit.
Steve rolled his eyes. Bucky was his best friend, they had known each other since forever and he wasn't against taking his friend's side even if he knew he may be slightly wrong. Yet, in this case, he knew Bucky probably was acting out from hurt and that usually wasn't pretty or nice to hear. It was quite vicious actually, sometimes he forgot how vicious Bucky could be.
      - I don't know what you said but maybe you should apologise.
      - Probably. - he sighed. - Yet again I think she was getting ready to give me a pity speech and I'd rather not listen to it.
      - Do you like this girl? - Bucky stayed silent at this. Of course he liked her, she was all he could think about at night, she was the sun the moon and the stairs for all he cared. But she didn't want him, what else would be the reason for her to suddenly go cold on him. - You've lived for a whole century, Buck. Go talk to her and find out what it is instead of sulking.
(...)
Bucky already regretted this.
As he stood outside her apartment door, he wondered if he was a complete creep. He felt like one, waiting for someone to open the main door so he could get into the building with the sad flowers he'd bought hoping they would convince Y/N not to close the door in his face. Once more, he stared at the golden number on her door before sighing and knocking. He heard quick footsteps before the door knob was slowly twisted and the door opened. The same toddler who he had seen in the market opened the door.
      - Hi! - she said looking at him as if he was her oldest friend.
      - Uh ... Is Y/N here?
      - Meredith, who are you talking you? - he heard Y/N's voice echo through the apartment until she appeared at the door. - Bucky.
      - Hi. - he cleared his throat.
      - Mere, go inside. - Y/N ushered her daughter back inside, closing the door behind her.
Bucky stared at Y/N in both awe and confusion. Who was that toddler? Was it hers? She did look a look like Y/N and he had seen both of them at the supermarket as well. Did Y/N have a kid?
      - She's mine. - Y/N said noticing the doubt on his face. - I had her senior year of college. She's 4.
      - Why ... uh ....
      - She's 4, she doesn't really understand relationships and I don't want to bring anyone into her life that may leave. I also usually struggle to date when I tell guys I have a 4 year old ... I should've told you, I'm sorry.
      - And the ghosting?
      - I wasn't ghosting. - she crossed her arms. - Mere had the chicken pox and I had to stay home with her. I was gonna text you but I thought this ... this would be a better conversation to have in person.
      - Ah ... - he scratched the back of his neck. - I was an asshole at the supermarket, wasn't I?
      - That depends ... are those flowers for me? - she smirked.
      - Yes. - he extended his arm towards her handing her the flowers. Marigolds, her favourite. - They look a bit sad though.
      - They look perfect. - she smiled at him. - Wanna come in?
(...)
Bucky stirred awake in the couch as he heard a soft rustling following by breathing. He peaked his eye open to see Meredith staring at him with wide eyes before she poked his cheek with her finger.
      - Mr. Bucky? Can you make me pancakes?
He could get used to this.
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brnesblogposts · 9 months ago
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what i’ve been reading !!!!!!
MINORS DNI.
* indicates smut! you are responsible for your media consumption !!
bucky
unclear - @inkedbybarnes
what if i am too much? * - @notafunkiller
friend of a friend * - @angelkhi
period comfort fic - @mrsbuckybarnes1917
drunk beefy bucky -@infictionalwonderland
drunk reader/protective bucky - @buckyalpine
drunk bucky being cute n shit - @fandoms-writings
easy - @jadedvibes
a strangers wounds - @blushstories
his innocent little girl* -@buckys-wintersoldier
you taste like suburbia * - @bucksangel
tender care * - @little-miss-dilf-lover
alpine - @queers-gambit
the other guy - @seventven
well and perfect - @inkedbybarnes
sebastian
stuck with you - @sebstanaddict
series
through the years - @imtryingbuck
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posting this because i’m inactive right now since im visiting family and celebrating my birthday and also reading books from my tbr but i swear ill be back soon! it’s just hard when the fixation dies down
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navybrat817 · 1 year ago
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Most Important Meal
Pairing: Dark!Lee Bodecker x Female Reader
Summary: Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.
Word Count: 100
Warnings: Cockwarming, Dubcon/Noncon elements, implied kidnapping, attempted escape, dark themes, punishment, Lee Bodecker (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: The Basement Spouses Writing Challenge: Use a character and prompt in a story 100 words or less. Today is Lee Bodecker and "Be good for me, baby. We wouldn’t want to see those tears again." 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!
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Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.
And the Sheriff had a big appetite.
Lee grunted in approval as he shoveled another bite of pancakes into his mouth, obscenely licking the syrup from his lips with a moan. "Might be your best batch yet."
You whined around his cock, your jaw aching as he forced your head down further. Your ass was still sore from your earlier punishment. He didn't like it when you tried to run.
So he put a chain around your ankle.
"Be good for me, baby. We wouldn’t want to see those tears again."
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Love and thanks for reading! ❤️
Masterlist ⚓ Misc. Sebastian Stan Characters Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi
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sebstanaddict · 17 days ago
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Filming Frenzy
Sebastian Stan x Reader Unhinged One Shot
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Summary : Reader is an actress who just got cast to be in an action comedy movie opposite the Hollywood heartthrob Sebastian Stan. But her perception of Sebastian being a cool and broody man like the Winter Soldier was dashed as Sebastian was proven to be an ultimate dork who loves pranking his co-stars. One prank lead to another and the pranks turn into an all out war. Who will win the war and cement themselves as the king or queen of pranks in Hollywood?
A/N : This story is inspired by Sebastian's story of pranking his co-star back in the day and how it seems he loves pranking 😆 Two of the pranks actually happened, can you guess which ones? 😁
Warning : none, just an all out funny and hilarious story 😁
Read more Sebastian Stan and Bucky Barnes one shots here.
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The first day on the set of Spy Harder was a sensory overload of blockbuster proportions. The hum of power tools mixed with the clang of metal, as the crew put the finishing touches on an elaborate spy lair. Fake smoke wafted dramatically through the air, making everything look ten times more intense than necessary. Even the catering table seemed impossibly glamorous, with artisanal pastries glistening under the lights like they’d been spritzed with movie magic.  
And there, in the middle of it all, was Sebastian Stan. 
Y/n spotted him instantly, leaning against a stack of crates like he had been ripped directly from the pages of GQ. Leather jacket. Perfectly tousled hair. Aviator sunglasses resting on the bridge of his nose. He exuded effortless cool - the kind of aura that could only come from playing a Marvel superhero or owning a yacht.  
“Oh my God, it’s really him,” Y/n whispered to herself, her heart doing an embarrassing tap dance in her chest.  
She had rehearsed for this. She’d envisioned herself walking up, shaking his hand with just the right amount of confidence, and delivering a witty yet professional introduction that would make him instantly respect her as an equal. This was her moment.  
Instead, she found herself walking over like a starstruck fan. “Hi, oh wow, um, hi,” she stammered, immediately regretting every life choice that had led her to this point.  
Sebastian turned, lowering his sunglasses with the kind of precision that seemed pre-programmed for dramatic effect. “You must be Y/n,” he said smoothly, his voice dripping with movie-star charm as he extended his hand to her and she shook it. 
“Yep! That’s me!” she blurted, practically vibrating. “Wow, it’s so great to meet you! I’m such a huge fan. Like, huge. Like, I’ve seen everything you’ve done. The Covenant! Loved it. Totally underrated. And don’t even get me started on Monday, so artistic! And The Bronze! Incredible. I mean, hilarious. The.. flexibility thing? Genius.”
“Wow,” Sebastian said, eyebrows raised, clearly trying to keep up with her verbal avalanche. “Thanks. That’s.. really nice of you.”
She realized she was still holding his hand and let go abruptly, trying to play it off like she hadn’t just confessed to memorizing his IMDb page. “Anyway! Yeah. Excited to work together. Totally professional here. Zero weirdness.”
Sebastian nodded slowly, clearly amused. “Totally professional,” he repeated, but the corner of his mouth twitched like he was fighting back a laugh. “Looking forward to working with you,” Sebastian added, his smile somehow both humble and dazzling.  
She nodded rapidly, her cheeks burning. “Same here. Totally. Looking forward to.. whatever cool, broody, mysterious stuff you bring to the table.”  
For a second, she was convinced this man wasn’t even human. He was too suave, too polished, too..
“Hold that thought,” Sebastian interrupted, raising a finger. He turned toward the catering table, where a tray of muffins sat innocently. “You see that?”  
Y/n followed his gaze, confused. “The muffins?”  
“Not just muffins,” he said cryptically. He reached out and grabbed one, holding it up like he’d just discovered fire. “Blueberry muffins. Nature’s perfect snack. These bad boys are fuel for greatness.”  
Before Y/n could say anything, he took a huge bite.. and immediately started choking.  
“Hold up!” Sebastian coughed, pounding his chest as crumbs flew everywhere. “Why is it.. why is it so dry?! Who made this?!”  
Y/n stared, horrified, as he frantically tried to swallow, looking less like a Hollywood heartthrob and more like a man who had been betrayed by baked goods.  
Sebastian grabbed a cup of coffee off the table, downed it in one gulp, then immediately gagged. “Who the hell puts cinnamon in coffee?! Are we on a Hallmark movie set?”  
Y/n clapped a hand over her mouth, trying not to laugh. “Are you okay?”  
Sebastian finally recovered, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “I’m fine,” he said, his voice hoarse. “Totally fine. Just.. testing the limits of my taste buds. You know, for the craft.”  
She raised an eyebrow. “The craft involves choking on a muffin?”  
“Sometimes,” he replied solemnly. Then, without missing a beat, he grabbed another muffin and stuck it in his jacket pocket. “You know. For later.”  
Y/n’s awe evaporated faster than a CGI explosion. “You just pocketed a muffin you nearly died eating.”  
He shrugged. “Never give up on a second chance.”  
As if that weren’t enough to shatter the image of “cool Sebastian Stan” she’d built in her mind, he turned toward the crates he’d been leaning on earlier. “By the way,” he added, “check this out.”  
With zero explanation, he picked up a wooden plank and struck what she assumed was supposed to be a ninja pose. “Been practicing my moves for weeks,” he announced proudly.  
Before she could stop him, he swung the plank at a nearby punching bag. The plank snapped in half instantly, and the momentum sent him spinning, arms flailing, until he tripped over his own feet and landed in a heap on the floor.  
The entire set went silent.  
From his position on the ground, Sebastian held up a finger. “It’s cool. I meant to do that.”  
Y/n stared at him, torn between horror and hysterical laughter. “You’re.. not at all what I expected.”  
He grinned up at her, completely unfazed. “Good. Expectations are overrated.”  
Her first impression of Sebastian Stan - the brooding, mysterious Hollywood megastar - was gone. In its place was a muffin-hoarding, plank-wielding disaster who somehow made falling on his ass look charming.  
She sensed that working with Sebastian was going to be a lot more chaotic - and a lot more fun - than she’d bargained for. 
—-
First Week
The first week on set felt like summer camp for adults with a multi-million-dollar budget. Between the constant boom of test explosions and stunt doubles flipping off cars like caffeinated ninjas, it was clear this wasn’t going to be your average work environment.  
Y/n was slowly settling in, though she was still grappling with the reality of working alongside Sebastian Stan. Every time she caught sight of him, she couldn’t shake the image of the broody, badass Winter Soldier. But after a few days, she realized the man behind the character wasn’t broody at all.  
No, Sebastian Stan was an agent of chaos.
It started with small things: the way he couldn’t walk past the catering table without stealing a croissant and stuffing it in his pocket “for later,” or the time he accidentally knocked over a prop barrel, tried to catch it, and ended up pulling down an entire fake wall in the process.  
And then there was the smoothie incident.  
Y/n was sitting in her trailer, flipping through her script, when she heard a commotion outside. She peeked through the window just in time to see Sebastian holding a blender, arguing with a production assistant.  
“Listen, all I’m saying is, protein powder is boring,” Sebastian insisted.  
The assistant looked exasperated. “Because it’s a protein smoothie.”  
“Exactly!” Sebastian said, as if this were the most logical argument in the world. “Which is why I added Pop Rocks. For texture.”  
“And the gummy bears?”  
Sebastian shrugged. “For morale.”  
Y/n snorted and shook her head. By the time the smoothie exploded in a sticky, rainbow-colored mess, she wasn’t even surprised.  
Later that day, she was on set, running lines with him between takes. It was a relatively quiet scene, involving a tense exchange over a fake briefcase.  
“You know, you’re pretty serious for a comedy,” she teased, slipping into character.  
Sebastian raised an eyebrow, his smirk growing. “And you’re too trusting for a spy.”  
She frowned, puzzled, but before she could ask what he meant, the director called for a break. Y/n plopped into her director’s chair, taking a sip of her coffee..
Ffffffrrrrttttt!
The noise echoed across the set, loud and obnoxiously wet.  
Y/n froze, her coffee halfway to her lips. “What the..”
She glanced down and spotted the unmistakable shape of a whoopee cushion, its pink plastic barely visible under the cushion of her chair.  
Sebastian was already doubled over, laughing so hard he had to brace himself against a table. “Oh my God, your face!” he wheezed. “I thought you were going to spill your coffee!”  
“Sebastian!” she shrieked, grabbing the offending object and hurling it at him.  
He dodged, still laughing. “What? It’s a classic!”  
“You’re ridiculous,” she muttered, standing up to inspect her coffee. Thankfully, it hadn’t spilled.  
He grinned, clearly proud of himself. “And you just got initiated. Welcome to set.”  
“Oh, it’s on now,” she warned, narrowing her eyes.  
Sebastian raised his hands in mock surrender, still smirking. “Hey, I’m just saying, keep your head on a swivel. You never know when I’ll strike next.”  
Y/n couldn’t help but laugh, despite herself. It was in that moment she realized two things:  
1. Sebastian Stan wasn’t just a Hollywood heartthrob, he was a dork in disguise.  
2. She was going to spend the rest of this movie trying to outwit him.  
Second Week
The film set buzzed with energy that Monday morning - a controlled chaos that somehow fueled the creativity of everyone involved. Lights hung overhead like glowing trapeze artists, cameras rolled with practiced precision, and stunt coordinators barked commands while actors in ridiculous harnesses dangled mid-air. The smell of fresh coffee and pancake syrup wafted from the craft services table, mingling with the sharp scent of pyrotechnics and fake blood.  
Sebastian Stan lounged in his director’s chair, a mischievous grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. Across from him, his co-star Y/n was mid-rehearsal, delivering a sarcastic one-liner to a green-screen stand-in shaped vaguely like a mutant robot. Though the script was packed with high-stakes action and snappy dialogue, the atmosphere on set was relaxed. That was, until Sebastian decided to shake things up.  
The opportunity presented itself at the craft services table. Y/n, bleary-eyed, was yawning as she reached for her caffeine fix.  
“Man, if I don’t drink this, I’m gonna be useless by scene three,” she mumbled, tugging at the mug. It didn’t budge.  
She frowned and tried again, her grip tightening. Still nothing. “What the hell? Did I suddenly lose all my upper body strength, or is this mug stuck?”  
Across the table, Sebastian leaned casually against the counter, barely hiding his grin. “Weird. Maybe it’s just you? That’s a lot of gym selfies for someone who can’t lift a coffee cup.”  
Her eyes narrowed. “You did this, didn’t you, you glue-gun psychopath?”  
He gasped, clutching his chest in mock offense. “Who, me? I’d never!” He paused, smirking. “Okay, I would. But this one wasn’t me. Honest.”  
Y/n crossed her arms, unimpressed. “Sure. And I suppose the glue still on your fingers is from.. what? Your arts and crafts class?”  
Sebastian glanced at his hand, then back at her, deadpan. “No. I’m making a scrapbook of all the times I’ve outsmarted you.”  
Y/n didn’t laugh. Not outwardly, at least. But as Sebastian strolled away, she was already planning her revenge.  
The next day, Sebastian’s smug grin vanished when his voice suddenly blared over the set’s sound system during a quiet moment.  
Y/n, determined to get him back, managed to swipe his walkie-talkie and sneakily tune it into the sound system so now his voice was blaring all around the set.
“Testing, one-two - wait, why is this so loud? Uh.. whoever is in charge of snacks today, can we get some more of those tiny sandwiches? And maybe a fresh batch of guacamole? This is Sebastian Stan, signing off.”  
The crew dissolved into snickers as Sebastian emerged from behind a prop truck, eyes narrowed. Y/n stood nearby, biting her lip to keep from laughing.  
“Wow, Stan,” she called out. “Demanding much? Is this the Hollywood diva arc we’ve all been waiting for?”  
“Oh, real mature, Y/n!” he shot back. “You just wait.” He threatened.
By the third prank, Sebastian decided to escalate. With a bribe and some charm, he convinced the hair-and-makeup team to rig Y/n’s hair dryer with a harmless - but hilariously messy explosion of glitter.  
In the privacy of her trailer, Y/n flicked on the dryer, expecting a gentle blast of warm air. 
“Finally, some me time,” she muttered when a loud *POP* was followed by a glittery storm of pink and gold cascading over her.
Sebastian poked his head into the trailer, his grin wide enough to rival a Cheshire cat’s. “Wow. I didn’t know you were auditioning for My Little Pony: The Musical. Bold choice.”  
She turned slowly to face him, her expression a mix of disbelief and menace. “Sebastian, this isn’t a prank. This is an act of war.”  
He doubled over laughing. “Oh, come on. You look magical! Like a unicorn had a midlife crisis and exploded.”  
Y/n rose to her feet, glitter cascading to the floor with every movement. “Hope you enjoy finding glitter in your socks, your cereal, and your soul for the next ten years. Because that’s what’s coming for you.”  
The crew had caught on by now, whispering about the escalating prank war between the two stars. The stunts and explosions in the script were impressive, sure - but they had nothing on the chaos unfolding behind the scenes. 
—-
Third Week
By the third week of filming, the prank war between Sebastian and Y/n had reached legendary status. The cast and crew were now unwitting accomplices, silently choosing sides or pretending not to notice the chaos brewing behind the scenes. 
The first day of the third week began innocently enough - or so it seemed. Y/n strolled onto set, a cappuccino in hand, savoring the comforting aroma of caffeine. She took a sip and immediately froze.  
Her eyes widened, and she stared into the cup as if it had personally insulted her. “What the actual hell?”  
Sebastian, leaning casually against a prop table, suppressed a grin. “What’s wrong? Not a fan of artisanal flavors?”  
“This tastes like someone drowned a fish in my coffee!” she spat, clutching the cup like a weapon.  
“Oh, come on,” he said, barely containing his laughter. “It’s a cappuccino.. with a twist. You know, surf and turf for breakfast.”  
Y/n glared at him, then turned to a nearby crew member. “You knew about this, didn’t you?”  
The crew member pretended to adjust a light, whistling nervously.  
“Enjoy your laughs, Stan,” she growled, narrowing her eyes. “Because I just remembered that karma works fast.”  
Sebastian should have been suspicious when he found a frothy green smoothie waiting for him at the craft services table later that afternoon.  
“Wow, someone really stepped up the catering game,” he mused, picking up the glass. Y/n watched from a distance, trying to suppress her grin.  
He took a generous sip and immediately gagged. “Oh my God! What is this?!”  
Y/n appeared at his side, feigning concern. “What’s wrong? Not a fan of umami smoothies? It’s Sprite and soy sauce. Very trendy in some circles.”  
Sebastian doubled over, wiping his tongue with his sleeve. “You’re psychotic!”  
“Me?” she said sweetly. “I just thought you’d appreciate a taste of your own medicine.”  
Later that evening, Y/n walked to her car, exhausted from a long day on set. She climbed in, started the engine, and waited for the GPS to load.  
“Turn left in zwei hundert Metern,” the robotic voice announced in crisp German.  
Y/n frowned. “What?”  
“Turnen links jetzt,” the voice insisted.  
She groaned, smacking the steering wheel. “Sebastian! You switched my GPS to German?”  
The sound of muffled laughter came from nearby. She rolled down her window to find Sebastian leaning against his own car, clearly delighted with himself.  
“You’ve got this, Y/n,” he called. “Just channel all those European art films you’re always bragging about watching!”  
“Enjoy being lost in Seoul, you jerk,” she snapped.  
He froze. “What?”  
“Your phone. I switched the language to Korean. Good luck calling your agent!”  
The next morning, things got weirder. Y/n bit into what she thought was a chocolate croissant from craft services, only to discover it was made entirely of foam.  
She spat it out, glaring at the culprit. “Fake food? Really? That’s so amateur, Sebastian.”  
“Is it, though?” he said, unwrapping his sandwich. He took a bite - and immediately realized it was made of rubber.  
They stared at each other for a moment before bursting into laughter.  
“This war is getting out of hand,” she admitted, still laughing.  
“Never,” he replied. “We’re just getting started.”  
But the real coup de grâce came during wardrobe fittings.  
Sebastian emerged from his trailer, his costume pants visibly tighter than they should have been. He tugged at the waistband, trying to make them fit. “What the hell? Did they shrink my pants in the wash?”  
Y/n, watching from the sidelines, smirked. “Oh no, you look great! Very.. form-fitting. It really shows off your quads.”  
“I can’t even sit down without risking a wardrobe malfunction!” he protested.  
“Then don’t sit,” she said innocently.  
His payback didn’t take long. Later that day, Y/n was supposed to wear an elegant evening gown for a pivotal scene. She stepped out onto set, only to realize the dress had been altered to include an exaggerated train that stretched a good ten feet behind her.  
She tripped on it almost immediately.  
“What the.. why am I suddenly starring in Gone with the Wind?” she shouted, glaring at Sebastian.  
He shrugged, biting back a laugh. “I thought you’d appreciate the drama. You know, it’s giving very red carpet moment.”  
“You’re dead,” she hissed, hiking up the ridiculous train and stomping off to wardrobe.  
By the end of week three, the entire cast and crew had taken sides in the escalating prank war. The director, at his wit’s end, tried to address it during a production meeting.  
“I’m begging you two to call a truce,” he said, rubbing his temples. “We’re behind schedule, and..”  
“I’ll call a truce,” Y/n interrupted, “when Sebastian admits he can’t fit into his own pants anymore.”  
“And I’ll call a truce,” Sebastian retorted, “when Y/n stops hoarding glitter like it’s the cure for all her problems.
”The crew groaned. The director sighed. And the war raged on. 
—-
Fourth Week
By week four, the prank war between Sebastian and Y/n had surpassed the realm of playful antics and entered the domain of pure chaos. The crew was now fully invested, taking bets on who would break first. The set had become a battlefield of wits, and there was no telling where the next blow would land.
The week began with a surprise for Sebastian: his car, once a sleek black beauty, was now covered in neon Post-it Notes from bumper to bumper. Each note bore a poorly drawn stick figure of him, along with captions like “World’s Okayest Actor” and “I Heart Tom Hiddleston.” 
Y/n stood nearby, coffee in hand, trying to keep a straight face.  
“Y/n,” he said flatly, inspecting the chaos. “Do you have any idea how long this is going to take to clean?”  
“Oh, I do,” she replied, smirking. “That’s why I’m staying to watch.”  
“Careful,” he warned, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “You’ve awakened the dragon.”  
Y/n stepped out of her trailer the next day, script tucked under one arm, getting ready to go home after a whole day of filming without Sebastian for a change. 
She made her way to the parking lot, humming to herself, until her gaze landed on her car.  
Her brain needed a full five seconds to process what she was seeing.  
Googly eyes.  
Googly eyes everywhere.  
Her entire car had been transformed into some kind of cartoonish nightmare. The headlights each sported a massive pair of eyes, complete with fluttery lashes. Smaller googly eyes were stuck all over the doors, windshield, tires, and even her side mirrors. There were hundreds - no, thousands - of them, ranging in size from dime-sized dots to the kind that belonged on giant stuffed animals.  
“What the..” Y/n approached the car cautiously, as though it might start talking to her in a squeaky voice. She reached out and poked one of the larger eyes on the hood. It wobbled unnervingly.  
A voice from behind her broke the silence.  
“I call it The Car That Sees All.”  
Y/n spun around to find Sebastian leaning casually against a nearby golf cart, arms crossed, grinning like a kid who just got away with stealing the last cookie.  
“Sebastian,” she said, her tone deadly calm, “what did you do to my car?”  
He gestured to the googly masterpiece with a sweep of his hand, as if unveiling the Mona Lisa. “You’re welcome.”  
“Welcome?!” she shouted. “It looks like a Muppet had a midlife crisis all over it!”  
Sebastian gasped, feigning offense. “Muppets are a national treasure, thank you very much.”  
She narrowed her eyes at him, hands on her hips. “How long did this take you?”  
“Hours,” he admitted proudly. “Had to get the right mix of big and small googly eyes, you know? Balance is everything.”  
“You balanced my humiliation?”  
“Y/n,” he said solemnly, “you don’t humiliate art. You appreciate it.”  
She snorted, trying not to laugh. “Oh, I appreciate it, all right. Just wait until you need a ride somewhere and I pull up in this thing.”  
“Are you kidding? This car’s a legend now!” he said, circling it with admiration. “People are gonna turn heads when they see this rolling down the street.”  
“They’re going to call animal control because they think it’s possessed,” she muttered, shaking her head.  
Sebastian tilted his head, considering. “Fair. But admit it - this is the best prank yet.”  
She gave him a long, hard look, then finally cracked a small smile. “Fine. I’ll admit it. This is.. annoyingly clever.”  
“Thank you.” He bowed, smug as ever.  
“But don’t get comfortable,” she added, stepping closer. “Because payback’s coming. And when it does? It’s going to have twice the googly eyes.”  
Sebastian grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Can’t wait.”  
Sebastian returned to his trailer after a long morning of rehearsals later that week only to stop dead in his tracks. Every available surface of his trailer - walls, ceiling, furniture - was covered in glossy, high-resolution pictures of Tom Hiddleston.  
Tom in a suit. Tom in Loki gear. Tom smirking. Tom dramatically staring into the distance.  
The pièce de résistance? A life-sized cardboard cutout of Hiddleston perched in the middle of the room, holding a sign that read, “#TeamTom.”  
“Y/n!” Sebastian roared, stepping inside and ripping one of the pictures off the wall. “Really? Hiddleston?”  
Y/n strolled by his trailer, sipping a coffee with the most innocent expression she could muster. “Oh, hey, Sebastian! Did you get my little.. tribute?”  
“You’re a menace,” he said, holding up a photo of Hiddleston holding a Golden Globe award. “This is personal.”  
She smirked. “I thought it might inspire you to aim higher.”  
Sebastian, of course, wasn’t going to let that slide. The next morning, Y/n found her trailer transformed into a bubble wrap fortress. The walls, the furniture, even the floor were wrapped tightly in layers upon layers of bubbles. Her chair popped loudly as she sat down, and her makeup mirror was completely unusable under its bubbly cocoon.  
“Really, Stan?” she muttered, stomping around and popping bubbles with every step.  
Sebastian leaned against a nearby production van, watching her with smug satisfaction. “What can I say? Safety first.”  
“Oh, I’m going to get you for this,” she called out, snapping a strip of bubble wrap in his direction.  
“Take your time,” he said, walking away. “I’m sure Tom Hiddleston could help you come up with something.”  
But Sebastian wasn’t ready for what came next.  
During lunch break the next day, a small group of women suddenly appeared at the edge of the set, armed with signs that read things like “Justice for The Covenant!” and “Why did you do Monday?” They screamed and waved frantically whenever Sebastian walked by, calling out, “Sebastian, we still love you - despite your terrible career choices!”  
Y/n leaned casually against a food truck, grinning ear to ear as she watched the chaos unfold.  
Sebastian squinted at her, ignoring the fans chanting, “Fresh Start! Fresh Start!”  
“You recruited my craziest fans?” he asked, incredulous.  
“Yep,” she replied. “Turns out, they’re a very passionate bunch.”  
“Y/n, this is insane. You can’t just weaponize fandom!”  
“Oh, I absolutely can.” She sipped her smoothie, then added, “They’re staying for the whole day, by the way. Better keep your head down.”  
Sebastian smirked despite himself, already plotting his retaliation.  
Y/n had been bragging about a new, "fancy" perfume she’d bought, claiming it was "exquisite" and "unique." Sebastian, knowing that she’d never expect him to go after her precious fragrance, decided to make his move.
He waited until she was filming a scene, and the moment she left her trailer, he crept inside like a ninja.
Y/n’s perfume was sitting on the table, practically begging to be tampered with. Sebastian had an idea. He went into the trailer’s tiny kitchen and grabbed a bottle of garlic oil, along with a few other suspicious ingredients he could get his hands on. Then, he carefully swapped the contents of her perfume bottle with his concoction. A mix of garlic oil, a dash of motor oil, and a hint of something that could only be described as “fishy.” He carefully sealed the bottle, gave it one last glance of satisfaction, and slipped out without leaving a trace.
When Y/n returned to her trailer and reached for the perfume, she didn’t think twice. She was in the mood to smell fabulous.
Sebastian hid outside, watching through the window like the deranged mastermind he was.
Inside, Y/n spritzed herself generously with the perfume, took a deep breath, and then - her face froze. Her eyes darted to the bottle, then to the air around her.
What.. the hell?
A wave of disturbing scent engulfed her. It was like someone had bathed in expired garlic bread, motor oil, and that weird smell that comes with rotten fish. Her face contorted in disbelief as she recoiled, nearly knocking over the perfume bottle in shock.
She took a few steps back and sniffed again. "Oh, no." She looked down at the bottle with horror. "What.. did I just do?"
Sebastian could barely keep his composure. From the outside, he could hear her gagging.
Y/n rushed to the mirror and sniffed her neck in disbelief. "I smell like I just rolled in a dumpster fire mixed with a pizza that's been left out in the sun for two weeks!" She grabbed a cloth to try to wipe it off, but it was like the scent was bonded to her skin.
She stormed out of the trailer, holding the cloth to her face in a desperate attempt to neutralize the stench. "Sebastian!” she yelled, looking for him like a predator.
Sebastian, pretending to act innocent, leaned casually against her trailer. “Yeah? What’s up?”
“You,” Y/n hissed, narrowing her eyes. “You did something to my perfume!”
Sebastian grinned, fighting the urge to laugh. “What are you talking about? That perfume smells great!”
“No. No, it does NOT,” she snapped, “I don’t know what sick magic you’ve cursed me with, but I will get you back for this. I’ll make sure you never smell like roses again.”
Sebastian tried, and failed, to keep a straight face. "Hey, if you’re going for something unique, that’s a one-of-a-kind scent."
“I smell like I’ve been marinating in a vat of industrial waste,” she growled. “I hope you enjoy my revenge because it’s going to be epic.”
—-
Fifth Week
By week five, the prank war between Sebastian and Y/n had spiraled into absolute chaos. What had started as harmless fun was now a full-blown production nightmare, with the entire cast and crew living in constant fear of becoming collateral damage. Nothing on set was sacred anymore - not props, not food, and certainly not personal space.  
It was as if they were in a live-action Tom and Jerry episode, except Jerry was armed with glitter bombs, and Tom had a talent for sabotage that bordered on genius.   
Sebastian should have known something was up when Y/n was too quiet during lunch on the Monday of that week. Her mischievous grin - hidden behind a fake veneer of innocence - should have been the first clue. But Sebastian, ever the professional (and occasionally gullible), had shrugged it off.  
The scene was a critical one: his character was supposed to leap off a skyscraper in a dramatic escape. It required a harness and rigging, and the entire crew was abuzz preparing for the perfect shot. Little did he know, Y/n had spent the previous evening plotting the most spectacular prank yet.
Sebastian stood at the edge of the set’s mock skyscraper, adjusting his gloves and glancing down. “Alright, let’s get this over with. One take, people!” he called out confidently.  
“Don’t forget to make it epic, Seb!” Y/n shouted from below, barely able to keep a straight face. She was stationed with the crew at ground level, holding a walkie-talkie like she was an important part of the operation.  
Sebastian gave her a playful glare. “Don’t worry, Y/n. Unlike you, I nail my stunts.”  
“Bold words for someone about to become internet famous, ” Y/n muttered under her breath, smirking.  
The crew members, who were in on her plan, exchanged knowing glances as they prepared the rig. Hidden within the harness was Y/n’s pièce de résistance: a full-blown unicorn costume. Complete with a rainbow mane, sparkly hooves, and a long, flowing tail that would flutter majestically in the wind.
“Ready?” the director called out. 
Sebastian nodded, rolling his shoulders. “Born ready.”
As the countdown began, Y/n gripped the walkie-talkie tighter, barely containing her glee.
“Three… two… one… action!”  
Sebastian leapt off the platform with a dramatic yell, his arms outstretched like an action hero. The harness engaged smoothly, suspending him in midair as the cameras rolled.  
But then - whoosh!  
The hidden compartments in the harness deployed, unfurling the unicorn costume in all its sparkling, pink glory. In an instant, Sebastian transformed from a rugged action star into a mythical creature, complete with a glittering horn atop his head.  
“What the.. ?!” he bellowed mid-swing, realizing something was very, very wrong. He twisted to look at himself and nearly lost it when he saw the rainbow hooves dangling in front of him.  
The crew burst into laughter, some doubling over while others frantically filmed the spectacle on their phones. Y/n was on the ground, practically wheezing.  
“SEBASTIAN THE MAJESTIC!” she yelled through the walkie-talkie. “THE HERO WE NEVER KNEW WE NEEDED!”  
“Y/n!” Sebastian roared, his voice echoing as he dangled midair. “What the hell is this?!”  
“It’s called artistic flair, Seb,” she shouted back, tears streaming down her face. “You’re finally reaching your full potential!”  
Sebastian tried to glare down at her, but it was hard to look intimidating with a sparkly horn bobbing on his head. “When I get down from here, you’re DEAD!”  
“Oh, come on,” Y/n teased, doubling over in laughter. “You look so majestic! I bet you’ll trend on Twitter by lunchtime!”  
“Cut!” the director called out, wiping away tears of his own. “Oh my God, I needed that.”  
When Sebastian was finally lowered to the ground, still wrapped in his unicorn ensemble, he marched straight toward Y/n. She held up her hands in mock surrender, still giggling.  
“Okay, okay, don’t kill me!” she pleaded. “It was too perfect to pass up.”  
Sebastian stopped inches away from her, leaning down so they were face to face. His voice was low and dangerous, but his lips twitched with a suppressed smile.  
“You’d better sleep with one eye open, Y/n,” he said. “Because I’m coming for you.”  
Y/n grinned wickedly. “Bring it on, Unicorn King.”  
And just like that, the Unicorn Leap Incident became legendary on set - immortalized in behind-the-scenes footage and memes that Sebastian would never live down.
But just days later another legendary prank courtesy of Sebastian happened. After the Unicorn Leap Incident, he knew he had to up his game. No glitter, no costumes - this time, it had to be bigger. So naturally, he turned to the special effects team, who were all too happy to assist in pulling off the most chaotic prank of the century.  
It was late in the evening, and Y/n was wrapping up a scene in a dimly lit alley set. Exhausted, she dragged herself toward her trailer, yawning and muttering about the world’s need for longer naps. What she didn’t know was that Sebastian had been plotting for days.  
Hidden in the shadows of the lot, Sebastian and a crew of conspirators were armed with remote controls, fog machines, and, most importantly, a massive inflatable alien spaceship.  
As Y/n approached her trailer, she noticed an odd mist creeping around the base. She paused, narrowing her eyes. “What the hell..?
The faint hum of something mechanical started, growing louder and louder. Her head whipped around as flashing green lights illuminated the area.  
“Oh, come on,” she groaned, already suspicious.  
Before she could react, an enormous inflatable UFO descended from the top of the set, complete with spinning lights, glowing tentacles, and a deep voice that boomed:  
“YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN, EARTHLING.”  
Y/n screamed, instinctively ducking as the UFO hovered precariously close. “WHAT THE HELL?!”  
From a hidden speaker, Sebastian’s voice - disguised by a hilariously bad alien accent - blared out. “WE REQUIRE YOUR *GLITTER-BASED ENERGY* FOR OUR PLANET.”  
“SEBASTIAN!” Y/n shouted, spinning in circles to find him. “I SWEAR TO GOD..”  
Before she could finish, the UFO shot out a giant net, which ensnared her in a ridiculous tangle of inflatable tentacles.  
“HELP!” she cried out, half-laughing, half-panicking as the net tightened around her.  
The fog machine intensified, surrounding her in a haze. Suddenly, a group of extras in full alien costumes emerged from the mist, their heads bobbing comically as they marched toward her.  
“Oh, come on!” Y/n wheezed, struggling against the net as they began to chant in an absurd alien language that sounded suspiciously like someone reciting a Taco Bell menu.  
One alien stepped forward, holding a silver scepter. In a deep, melodramatic voice, he proclaimed:  
“The Glitter Queen shall ascend to our mothership!”  
“GLITTER QUEEN?!” Y/n shrieked, doubling over in laughter.  
From a safe distance, Sebastian was clutching his stomach, tears streaming down his face as he controlled the inflatable UFO with a remote.  
“She’s losing it!” he gasped between laughs.  
“SEBASTIAN STAN, YOU ABSOLUTE MENACE!” Y/n hollered, caught somewhere between hysterical laughter and actual rage. “WHEN I GET OUT OF THIS NET -”  
“Bow to your alien overlords, Y/n!” Sebastian called out from behind the fog, his voice nearly cracking from laughing so hard.  
“I’M GONNA KILL YOU!”  
Eventually, the UFO slowly “ascended” back into the sky, the aliens retreated, and the net released Y/n, leaving her sitting on the ground, disheveled and gasping for air.  
Sebastian emerged from the mist, still laughing as he offered her a hand. “Peace offering?”  
Y/n glared up at him, though her grin betrayed her. “You’re dead to me, Unicorn King. Dead.”  
Sebastian shrugged, smirking. “Admit it - you’ll never forget this abduction.”  
Y/n took his hand, pulling herself up before smacking him on the arm. “Oh, I’ll remember it, alright. When I turn your trailer into a real crime scene.”  
The crew, watching from the sidelines, erupted into applause. The Alien Abduction Prank became a legend on set, rivaling even the infamous Unicorn Leap - and the prank war was far from over. 
Y/n had spent days orchestrating her pièce de résistance: convincing Sebastian his trailer was haunted. With the help of the effects crew and some horror-movie-level theatrics, she turned his cozy retreat into the set of Paranormal Activity: Actor’s Edition.  
The speakers were rigged to emit creepy whispers, the lights wired to flicker unpredictably, and, the crowning glory - a life-sized animatronic ghost ready to scare the living daylights out of Sebastian. She even got fake blood to drip from the bathroom mirror, spelling out ominous messages. Y/n was particularly proud of the fog machine that turned the bathroom into a misty portal to another dimension.  
Sebastian walked into his trailer in the evening, several days later, blissfully unaware of the chaos lying in wait. He tossed his bag on the couch, humming a tune, when suddenly - BANG! The door slammed shut behind him with the force of a WWE wrestler.  
He jumped, glancing over his shoulder. “Weird,” he muttered, shrugging it off.  
That’s when the whispers began.  
“Seeeebaaaastian...”  
He froze mid-step. His eyes darted around the room. “Y/n, if that’s you, I swear..”  
The lights flickered. Once. Twice. Then plunged the trailer into darkness.  
“Oh, hell no,” Sebastian muttered, pulling out his phone to turn on the flashlight. Before he could, the bathroom door creaked open, and a cloud of fog billowed out like a gothic villain’s entrance.  
“Y/n?!” he called out, voice an octave higher than usual.  
No response.  
Instead, the whisper returned, louder and creepier: “Leeeave... NOW.”  
Sebastian backed up, eyes wide, when suddenly, the animatronic ghost floated out of the fog, its glowing eyes locked onto him.  
He let out a scream that could’ve shattered glass.  
“OH MY GOD, WHAT IS THAT?!” he yelled, grabbing the nearest object - a throw pillow - and chucking it at the ghost.  
The ghost advanced, arms outstretched, emitting a low, guttural moan.  
“NOPE. NOPE. I AM DONE. I’M DONE!” Sebastian scrambled to the door, yanking at the handle, which had mysteriously “jammed” thanks to Y/n’s prior tinkering.  
Behind him, the bathroom mirror began to drip with fake blood, spelling out: *GET OUT NOW.*  
Sebastian froze. “Okay, okay, I’m leaving!” He tugged harder on the door, cursing under his breath. “Why won’t this damn thing open?!”  
Meanwhile, Y/n and the crew were outside, watching the hidden camera feed and laughing so hard some of them were on the verge of collapsing.  
Inside, Sebastian was still fighting for his life. The ghost let out a sudden, piercing shriek, and the fog machine blasted a fresh cloud of mist.  
Sebastian panicked, grabbing his bag and flinging it at the ghost. “I SWEAR TO GOD, I WILL SUE THIS TRAILER!”  
Finally, Y/n burst in, flipping on the lights and yelling, “Gotcha!”  
Sebastian froze, looking like he’d just run a marathon while being chased by rabid dogs.  
“YOU!” he shouted, pointing an accusatory finger at her.  
Y/n was doubled over, tears streaming down her face as she howled with laughter. “Oh my god, Seb, your face! I can’t breathe!”  
Sebastian glared, his chest heaving. “You’re evil! Legitimately evil!”  
“Worth it,” Y/n choked out, barely able to stand.  
Sebastian glanced at the animatronic ghost, now harmlessly slumped in the corner. He groaned, rubbing his temples. “I’m never trusting you again. Ever.”  
“Oh, come on,” Y/n teased, grinning. “You have to admit, it was a masterpiece.”  
Sebastian narrowed his eyes but couldn’t suppress a reluctant smile. “Alright, Y/n. You win this round. But just wait. The king of pranks always gets the last laugh.”  
“Bring it on, Unicorn King,” Y/n shot back.  
And with that, the prank war escalated to a whole new level of chaos.
His payback came on a Friday - the day of Y/n’s birthday.  
Y/n stepped into her trailer that morning and immediately froze.
The door creaked open, and she was met with.. chaos. Absolute chaos.  
A chicken clucked and strutted across her carpet. A pair of rabbits hopped over her shoes. A duck waddled by, quacking indignantly.  
And in the corner stood a llama.  
“Larry,” a sign around its neck read. “Please take care of me.”  
“SEBASTIAN!” she bellowed, stepping inside as a lamb tried to chew her purse strap.  
From behind her, he appeared, holding his phone like a proud dad capturing her reaction. “Happy birthday, Y/n!”  
“Are you INSANE?!” she yelled, dodging a goat that had somehow squeezed under her table.  
“It’s a mini farm,” he said with a grin. “You’ve been talking about wanting to adopt a dog, so I thought, why not start big?”  
“Big?!” she repeated, gesturing to the llama. “Sebastian, there’s a llama in my trailer!”  
“Larry,” he corrected.  
“And ducks! And - oh my God, is that a sheep?!”  
“Technically, it’s a lamb,” he said.  
She buried her face in her hands, half-laughing, half-crying. “You’re insane.”  
“Maybe,” he said, stepping closer. “But admit it - you’re impressed.”  
“Impressed?” she said, crossing her arms. “I’m..”  
“Admit it,” he interrupted, smirking.  
“Fine,” she said, sighing. “You got me. This is.. hilariously absurd.”  
“Good,” he said softly, his tone shifting. “Because I have one more surprise.”  
Y/n’s eyes narrowed. “If this involves glitter, aliens, or another llama. ”  
“Nope,” he said, cutting her off. He held out a small gift bag, grinning at her. 
Y/n took it, and peeked inside. It was a box of chocolates - real ones - and a handwritten note that read, “You’re the only person who could survive five weeks of this madness with me.”
When she looked up, his expression had softened.  
“Listen,” he said, scratching the back of his neck. “This prank war has been fun - okay, it’s been ridiculous - crazy even - but.. I was wondering if we could call a truce?”  
Her brow lifted. “A truce? You mean you’re finally admitting defeat?”  
“Not exactly,” he replied, grinning. “I’m proposing we redirect all this energy into something.. else. Like maybe dinner? Just the two of us?”  
Y/n blinked, caught off guard. “Wait. Are you asking me out right after you brought a llama into my trailer?”  
He shrugged. “What can I say? I’m a man of timing.”  
She laughed, shaking her head. “You’re unbelievable.”  
“Is that a yes?”  
Y/n glanced at Larry, then back at Sebastian, her smile widening. “Fine. But only if you promise to clean up this farm.”  
“Deal,” he said, grinning. “And for the record, Larry stays.”  
“Absolutely not.”  
As they walked out of her trailer together, the crew cheered then let out a collective sigh of relief, knowing the prank war had finally - and mercifully - come to an end.
Larry, however, was spotted lounging in Sebastian’s trailer later that afternoon, party hat still firmly in place while Sebastian and Y/n finally went off set as dates and not enemies.
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whitexwolfxx310 · 1 year ago
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Hi. Request. A bucky or sebastian x fem reader. Soft wedding smut. Fluff. NO daddy or mommy kinks, for the love of God. NO! Thank you
Yes!!! I have been so excited to write something like this! I couldn't help but dive right into it! I hope you enjoy ♥️
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||You're My Home||
Pairing: Bucky x female reader
Summary: Your wedding night!
Warnings: Spicy content! 18+ only! Oral sex F receiving, unprotected penetration, praise kink, FLUFFFFFFF!
Word Count: 2.5k
A/N: This isn't a part of the BBWWS, but let me know what you think!
Spending the last year planning the intricate details of a wedding had you completely drained. Centerpieces, invitations, flowers… it sounds fun in theory, but was utterly exhausting.
Bucky did everything he could to be by your side every step of the way. Even the late nights when he came home from a mission to find you crying in the middle of the floor- that was littered with glue, glitter, ribbons, and card stock that was going to somehow come together to make the seating chart you had imagined in your head. He had this magic about him that would take the stress away, reminding you that the very core of all of this was your love for one another. He’d offer to help, and seeing him in all black leather covered with glitter was a sight to behold. You teased your fiancé, saying he should pitch that idea as a new uniform.
You held onto those little moments to help push you through the craziness of wedding planning. After all, the endgame was becoming Mrs. Barnes. And even though the big day got closer and closer, you never got over the sight of Bucky’s mothers ring on your finger.
But it all came together on a beautiful fall evening as you each stood at the end of a plush grass isle. That had been his one and only request- to be married outdoors in a wide open space. Bucky didn’t look when you first appeared, he was afraid. It wasn’t until the music played and Steve gave him a reassuring grip on his shoulder, did he brave a look.
He didn’t smile at first. His eyes took in every small detail; The bold white sheath dress that hugged your curves, the plunging sweetheart neckline that accented your breasts, the floral patterned lace that disappeared the further it fluttered down the dress. No, he didn’t smile. Not yet. Instead his teeth clenched and his lips slightly twitched as you started to walk towards him. Bucky’s ocean blue eyes now had a watery sheen to them, conveying just one simple word: ‘mine’.
When you were only just a few feet away from the sunflower and marigold decorated alter, he stepped forward to meet you. To hold your hand in his as you both take your last steps as each others fiancé. Standing face to face in front of a large group of people that suddenly seemed to disappear, you could only focus on the man in front of you. His pearly white teeth that gleamed as he now smiled, his eyes as bright as you’ve ever seen them, his infamous nose scrunch in excitement that made you fall in love with him in the first place, and that tanned, God-like skin that practically glowed under his all black suit. Every feature was enhanced from the too perfect watercolor sun as it started to set during your vows.
The minister hadn’t even finished the conclusion of the ceremony by saying ‘you may now kiss the bride’ before Bucky gently cupped both sides of your face and gave you the sweetest, heartfelt kiss. The beaming smiles on both of your faces almost made it impossible to press your lips together. Cheers and clapping erupted from the crowd, causing him to take you into his arms, dipping you down low as he maintained the kiss for show.
The evening was full of clinking utensils against glasses, music that had everyone dancing (even Bucky), and the ever so slightly guilty conscience you had from wasting such an amazing tasting cake by smushing it into his face. It went by so fast that it was practically a blur, and over far too soon.
Everyone sent you off in the picture perfect way; people lined up on both sides of the main entrance and held sparklers that just felt as though they were illuminating the newly married glow coming off of you both.
Driving back to the rented cabin for your wedding night was painfully slow. Bucky’s hand rested on your thigh as he drove, giving the occasional squeeze when his thumb wasn’t grazing against the soft white fabric.
Pulling into the drive, you can feel that the night has cooled. He quickly turns off the car and slightly fumbles as he runs around to open the car door for you. Holding out his hand, you take it into yours and allow him to help you out. After all, wedding dresses aren’t well known for their ability to move with you. Bucky picks you up, now holding you in traditional bridal style to bring you through the threshold. He kicks the door lightly, opening it and walking through, making you giggle as you held onto him.
“Thank you, husband.” You enunciate. He smirks, gently placing you back into your feet.
“You’re welcome, wife.” He reiterates the title also. You both laugh.
His eyes find yours, portraying the same look of adoration he has given you through the entire day, making you feel like the happiest and luckiest woman in the world. Your smile mirrored his own- but one side of your lip tugged into a smirk as you slowly started stepping backwards towards the bedroom. The faint clicking of your heels against the floor being your silent invitation.
Those sky blue eyes set ablaze, and without hesitation, he pulled at his black tie, shimmying the knot down until it was undone and fell to the floor. Bucky’s midnight black tuxedo jacket followed suit, starting to leave a trail of his clothes as he followed you into the bedroom.
He places his hands on each side of your waist and encourages you to turn around. Now with your back to him, he steps in close- the front of his body now pressing into yours. As you expose your neck, Bucky's lips kiss your collarbone, almost making you visibly shiver under his touch. He inhales deeply, as if somehow your scent has changed now that you're officially his. His lips leave small, butterfly soft kisses that trace up to your ear. Instinctively, warm fingertips trace along the lace seam on your lower back.
"You looked... so beautiful today," he breathed, as his fingers clasped the tiny zipper. "But, I would be lying if I said that I haven't been thinking about getting you out of this dress, all day." Your hips impulsively press back against his at the words. The fabric became less taut the more he pulled the zipper down.
That familiar combination of his warm and cool touch started to line your curves. Turning in Bucky's arms to face him, the dress pooled around your feet on the floor. After helping you out of the mesh layers, Bucky drops to his knees in front of you as he admires your new revealed outfit- a strapless, shortened, white flower patterned corset with a matching lace thong and garter belt to hold up thigh high stockings. Placing a firm kiss on your stomach, his head tilts up so he can look at you through hooded eyes- his lower lip still tugged down against your belly slightly.
"God, you're gorgeous. Just...perfect. And mine." The last word changed his tone from admiration to instant primal. He was back on his feet, hands already starting to roam your body. In return, you grip the collar of his dress shirt, pulling his face down closer to yours. Even in heels, you're significantly shorter than him.
"I love you, Bucky. You're everything I've ever wanted, needed, and more." You say, in a small voice- your lips so close to his that they just barely touched with each word you spoke. Not even waiting for a response, you purse your lips to his as you start to fumble with the buttons of his dress shirt.
His warm tongue skims against yours- and now you're even more impatient that his naked body isn't already on top of yours. Taking a fist full of the shirt from both sides, you pull as hard as you could- buttons flying, leaving his chest bare. Bucky's lips didn't leave yours as you pushed the shirt down his arms, letting it drop to the floor.
Stepping forward, he supports your body- laying you down on the bed. His hips press firmly between your legs, and even through his dress pants you could feel that he wanted you just as badly as you wanted him; Causing the recognizable throbbing in your lower core to make it's first appearance. His palm presses flat against your upper chest, feeling your heart as it starts to beat faster, for him.
Using his palm as guidance, his lips now trail behind his hand as it coasts lower on your body. Your sternum, beneath your ribs, your belly button, and just above your underwear. While his lips left creamy, soft kisses- the small amount of stubble on his chin tickles, causes you to wriggle slightly under his touch. You exhale all of the air out of your lungs as he plants one faint kiss on top of the thin fabric between your legs. The warmth from his breath has your body completely in his control; your back arching off the bed, aching for more of his touch.
Moving the fabric to the side, he gives one more exposed, tongue filled kiss- causing your breath to hitch. You force yourself to look down, taking the upmost gratification of seeing this man's, your man's, face between your thighs. Bucky ran his warm pointer finger through your folds, grinning with approval of how wet you already are. His ribbed tongue swirls as he licks and sucks smoothly- your hips grind softly, working with his motions.
At first your moans are sigh like and gradually turn into small whimpers. It's a small game Bucky likes to play- teasing and edging almost to the point it will drive you insane. But the orgasms that snowball through you over and over again make it so worth it. He glides over that one sweet spot that makes your entire body tense.
"Don't stop," You sigh, struggling to maintain breathing as your nails start grabbing into his full head of hair. He gives a small 'Mmm' in response, the hum from his throat practically echoing in your rib cage.
Keeping the gradual brushing of his tongue, your entire body starts to come off of the bed. Your toes point downward as you fail in remembering how to breathe- Bucky's arms tense around your thighs as you start to wriggle, holding you in place as you ride through the wave of pent up tension.
A combination of his name delicately wrapped in moans escape your mouth. Even after what seems like relentless energy waves rolling through your body, his tongue doesn't stop- but instead becomes softer and silky, twirling so gently around your extremely sensitive and swollen clit. Only once does your body shudder at each pass of his tongue does he stop.
The coolness of the air replaces where his mouth was as he kneels on the bed. Bucky pulls on his belt buckle, the metal rattling as it comes undone and gets thrown onto the floor. At some point, your thong had been ripped off. Being the skilled lover that he is, his pants are already being tugged off as he moves to hover over you. His sweet- yet salty, lips are on yours; his tongue massaging your own as you both taste yourself through the kiss.
Reaching down between your legs, you grasp and start to stroke him slowly. He breathes into the kiss at your touch and as you adjust your body underneath him. You guide the tip of him to your entrance, rubbing it maliciously slow up and down your folds to lubricate him, with you. The most delicious sound reverberates in his throat as his hips gently press forward, his silent plead. Not being able to resist much longer yourself, you start to guide him inside of you.
A unanimous moan is breathed out between the two of you as he presses in. In an attempt to make himself slick, Bucky pushes in, and then pulls out- repeating this movement until the majority of his length is inside of you. You're so tight that he can't fit in all the way just yet.
His hips rock gingerly against your own, starting off gradually as your internal walls expand to adjust around his intimidating size. The abdominal throbbing didn't stay dormant for long once Bucky found his rhythm. He breaks the kiss, pressing his forehead into your own. His breathing becomes heavier as your whimpers morph into moans- moans transform into broken 'oh's'.
This being your second orgasm makes it more intense; and Bucky knows well enough to keep his pace. Changing anything in the moment could cause him to start over again. Not that he would mind.
"Just like that," he breathes, and gently strokes your cheek. And you start to crumble all over again at the smoothness of his words. Your nails dig into his slick and muscled back for stability- your stomach re-living that rollercoaster drop feeling. The sounds coming from you are becoming shaky and high pitched. Bucky presses his lips back into yours, swallowing your sharp whines of pleasure.
He doesn't allow you time to come back down from this high; instead he repositions you both. Bucky is now slightly leaned back on his knees with you straddled on top of him, nice and close.
"One more?" He asks with a smug smile, already taking on the challenge regardless.
Your throat is so dry, your vision still semi blurred- and yet, how can I say no?
His hands grip onto your hips- your bodies forming a V. No movement involved, you can feel the incline of him in this position- with every tiny motion, his tip is going to caress against your G-spot in this alignment.
The first, slow grind makes Bucky hiss. He's deeper, you feel tighter. This isn't going to take long at all... for either of you.
Allowing his hands to guide your hips, you move along to his pattern. The combination of both internal and external stimulation already has you unable to think straight. Your body shudders a little more fiercely this time- Bucky's fingers dig into your skin more as he grunts through his breath. You can feel the pulsing, warm sensation inside as he comes- making him feel even more slick. His body convulses slightly until all that is left is excessive breathing and sticky, sweaty skin between you both.
Bucky's hands cup your face- the cold from his metal hand being more than welcome. "God, I love you." He says, then presses his lips against yours. And in this moment, you realize that every night for the rest of your lives could be like this. This intense, this passionate- forever.
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soft-and-bitter · 2 years ago
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We Can Last Forever
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Mafia!Bucky x Ex!Reader
You turn to an old flame in a moment of desperation. Bucky takes full advantage of the situation to bargain for something he's wanted as soon as he set eyes on you.
Word Count: 1853
Warning(s): swearing, descriptions drug use and sexual situations
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"Look who we have here," he murmured, smirking. There wasn't a trace of worry in his tone, nor on his handsome face. And for reasons you couldn't quite grasp, these facts only served to elevate your own stress, the urgency of the situation now clearer than ever.
Bucky was your last resort.
"Hi," you greeted. Despite the sheer brevity involved, even you could hear how unsure you sounded, but it was just as well; you were winging this after all, what with all your options up in flames. On the other hand, you also couldn't fuck this up either, because what else would you come up with if this didn't work out?
With a deep breath, you tried again. "Hi, Bucky. I'm sorry this is so last minute."
He tilted his head, the black turtleneck he wore accentuating the steep line of his jaw. "It wouldn't have been if you'd called ahead of time. Oh, wait," he said, lip curling, "you got rid of my number from your phone. How could I have ever forgotten?"
You looked away, both hands gripping your phone behind your purse. Rather than place it next to you on the plush sofa, you'd opted to set it on your lap. Maybe you saw it as a barrier, however meagre, just something other than the distance that separated you from Bucky. For protection? But it was you who had sought him out, not the other way around.
There was no stilling your frantic thoughts, all those contradictions and uncertainties colliding against each other to form some ugly kaleidoscope of confusion in your head. Several stories below, the club was at the height of its frenzy, the bass throbbing faintly against the walls of Bucky's office, a cursed soundtrack to score the situation you were in, with no promise it was ending anytime soon.
"I . . . it felt like the right thing to do at the time," you tried explaining, still clutching your phone tightly. "I wasn`t ready to deal with the truth."
He chuckled softly. "Yet here you are," he said, each word sliding past his lips in a slow drawl. "I guess there's no keeping me out of your life after all, despite that text of yours."
You turned your head to look back up at him again. Bucky was leaning against his expansive chrome and glass desk, long fingers curled around the edges. His jet-black suit was tailored within an inch of its life; one of his cufflinks winking at you playfully, as if amused by your discomfort and panic.
"You're right, I guess I can't."
He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "Well, it is what it is. Now tell me why you're here."
Here was your moment, your golden opportunity. You didn't shy away from the details. Why would you when everything you described was all part of his sordid world, the drugs and the money owed, the nefarious parties involved? And so you laid it all out before him like a spread made up of your family's suffering: stressed and overworked, David had gone back to an old habit his dirt bag of an uncle had first introduced him to more than a decade ago. One hit after another, then another, and now your brother—the smarter of the two, in your opinion, and certainly the more successful—was now in so much debt he'd brought up the possibility of selling your mom's home for cash.
Bucky didn't react when you told him how much you needed to borrow. That soothed your nerves somewhat; if he wasn't fazed by the amount, then maybe he'd be more willing to part with his money.
You hoped.
"We'll have the money back in your hands before you even get a chance to miss it," you assured with a smile you hoped was blinding enough for Bucky. "David just has to get through this hump, but once he does, everything will be fine."
Just for a moment you wondered whose worries you were really trying to assuage—Bucky's or yours? Because paying off David's dealer was one thing, but your brother had also promised to check into rehab asap. Yet even with his high-paying FAANG job in Silicon Valley, he had already blown through his savings, together with any credit he'd been approved for. To top it all off, the massive bonus he kept harping on about wouldn't get paid out until the end of the year. You yourself had funnelled whatever money you could spare to help his cause. Where the hell would the money come from until then?
Bucky sighed audibly, pulling you out of your thoughts. "You haven't exactly explained why I should help you in the first place," he said.
He wasn't wrong, you realized. And really, it was what you`d hoped to avoid all along. "Listen, I know you probably won't believe me when I say this, but . . . I guess I thought we had something special going on between us. Special enough that I felt I could turn to you."
"You're right, I don't believe you," he confirmed, shaking his head. "Try harder, won't you?"
You stared up at him, a furrow between your brows. "It's the truth, Bucky. I was scared, okay? And let's face it: you knew I'd be, didn't you? Otherwise you would've told me from the start what the hell you really were."
He didn't respond to that right away. In the silence that ensued, with the club's bass pounding at the same speed as your heartbeat, you began to doubt yourself. Couldn't you have handled that with a little more finesse? What if Bucky was offended by your response that he decided he was going to turn you away?
When he finally spoke, it was with an edge of mockery and triumph in his voice. "Just so we're clear: you've come to ask a crime lord to help you when the very fact of me being one had you running off in the first place."
"I couldn't think of anyone else to go to."
Bucky scoffed. "I sure hope the irony's not lost on you."
The smile you offered him was sardonic at best. "Believe me, it's not."
Just when you were convinced that you'd screwed this up entirely, Bucky pushed himself off the edge of his desk and moved towards you, closing the distance. Neon blue strobe lights flashed through the floor-to-ceiling window that looked out over the club, casting otherworldly shadows across his face as he stalked nearer. You didn't turn your head to watch when he dropped into the sofa next to you, stretching his arms wide across the headrest. His fingers feathered against one of your shoulder blades.
From the corner of your eye you watched as he tilted his head back to look at the ceiling, sighing once again. "If you want my help, you'll comply with whatever I set out for you," he said.
"Like what?"
You could feel his gaze on you. "For starters, I'd like a kiss."
"Are you serious? Now?"
"Now," he echoed.
"And that's it?"
He gave a light shrug. "The night's still young. We'll just have to see how things go."
"But why?"
"Why not?" he countered, fingers drumming against the headrest. "Besides, you're the one who thought there was something special between us. Let's see what's left."
For a moment, you hesitated. Bucky's request was simple, but that was where the uncertainty lay. There was something between the two of you, even now, even after you left him in the lurch, that it was enough for you to reach out to him. You were doubtful a kiss would prove that to him, though.
There had been so much more you'd done with him, after all.
"Well?"
You studied his face. His expression was still passive, but curiosity shone bright in his eyes. What choice did you have? David was counting on you now, his own fear and panic elevating your own. With a tilt of your head you leaned forward, eyes falling closed, as you caught Bucky's lips with yours.
Bucky didn't react at first, and you nearly stopped, too shy and uncertain to entertain the possibility of being unwanted, that this was just a cheap way for him to get back at you. But then his lips moved against yours, bold and intentional; when he coaxed your mouth opened and his tongue slid past your teeth, you realized.
He still wanted you.
Both your phone and your purse dropped somewhere below you as one of his arms wrapped around your shoulders tightly. Bucky drew you in deeper, his hold fierce, lips desperate and bruising, pulling you into a well of memories: his naked body against yours, mouth lingering on intimate spots that made you cry out in ecstasy, the sweet words he'd whispered in your ear while you came down from your high. Let me give you more. Let me give you everything. You just have to stay. Can you do that? For me?
His lips latched onto the side of your neck as you lost yourself further in his touch, fingers tangled in his dark hair, while his large hand fanned across your breast—
Your phone was like a grenade going off. You jerked back in panic, gasping for breath while the familiar melody on your device blared throughout the room. It was Bucky who got to it first.
"How fitting," he said, turning your phone around so you could see the screen. "It's your brother."
Heart hammering in your chest, you didn't move at first.
"Go ahead, answer it," he ordered, holding out your phone to you. "Tell David the money will be wired to his account in less than thirty and he's got you to thank for this."
His words were like a bucket of cold water flung at your face. With sudden clarity you remembered why you'd come here in the first place, and it wasn't to re-ignite things with an old flame. You needed Bucky's help, and, to your immense relief, he was giving it to you.
When you accepted your brother's call you cut straight to the chase, telling him of the lifeline Bucky was throwing his way. The only one, you emphasized, hanging up before he could profess any gratitude. David had work to do, but you'd done your part. Your mom would get to keep her house, just like she deserved to.
You looked at Bucky. "Thank you. You don't know how much this means to my family."
He smirked at you, his hair now tousled thanks to your doing. "Don't thank me just yet, sweetheart. We're not quite done, are we?"
During the call one of his hands had crept along the inside of your thigh. It remained there, his hold entirely too tight and too hot, even through the fabric of your slacks. When Bucky spoke, you didn't miss the raw desire in his voice, the predatory anticipation that lingered on his smirk.
"We'll finally finish what we started, sweetheart. Just like we were always meant to."
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Jimin's "Like Crazy" had me in such a chokehold when I first listened to it that it inspired this whole damn story; it's the song I imagined blasting down in the club while Reader haggles with Bucky. Hope you guys enjoyed it!
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idy-ll-ique · 1 year ago
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IOU.
pairing: mob!bucky barnes x f!reader
genre: angsty angst with happy ending
warnings: mentions of violence, mentions of hospitals, mentions of panic attacks, and also bills. they're scary.
requested: nope
word count: ~4.5k
summary: y/n thinks she owes the ruthless, unforgiving mafia man money. no she does not.
author's note: hiya peeps! till i can muster enough courage to post that part 2... thought i'd post this in the meanwhile. enjoy!
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"New place?"
"Yeah. Really, really, really fucking good coffee. Lady knows what she's doing, for real." Bucky scratched his chin, regarding his friend with his usual cold gaze. "Hm. Fine, I'll try it. For now, go do what I told you to." Bucky sent him off, grabbing his sunglasses off the table. Then he left the room as well and walked out of the mansion, heading to his car. Getting in, he put in the address of the coffee place in his GPS and started the drive there.
But upon reaching, he was immediately greeted by a long line that took up nearly half of the sidewalk. He raised an eyebrow and approached the front of the line. The moment the people in the front saw him, they gasped and moved back, terrified. A loud chatter had already broken out in the crowd as everyone talked about his presence there. Ignoring them all, Bucky opened the door to the coffee place but just as he did, someone grabbed his arm from inside the shop, startling him. It was a woman.
"Sir, the place isn't open yet! You need to wait outside!" she told him sweetly, giving him a smile so precious the mafia boss froze on his spot. "Hey, don't talk to him like that," someone from behind him warned her, "And let go of his arm! Before you get hurt!" Did they really think he would hurt her? Assholes. He watched how her brows furrowed. She let go of his arm, gulping. "Uh, sorry, if you… if I may have overstepped… but we're not open yet! Uh… do you want… to wait inside… maybe?" the lady stammered, glancing at the crowd behind him.
Bucky coolly adjusted his sunglasses. "I don't mind waiting outside. I'll be the first customer." Just as he said it, someone yelled from inside the shop, "Y/N, you can open the door, we're ready!" Bucky unconsciously laughed. Y/N gave him an awkward smile and opened the door, allowing him to follow her to the counter. "So, which coffee would you like to have today?" 
"Black coffee."
"Sugar?"
"No."
"Okay… your name, sir?"
"James."
"James… uh, that will be $7."
Bucky took out a 10 dollar bill from his pocket and handed it to her. She returned his change and gave him another sweet smile. "You may sit, sir, I'll be right with you with your order!" He put the $3 in the tip jar on the counter, making Y/N smile wider. More people walked into the shop as Bucky went to sit. He purposely chose a table that allowed him a clear view of Y/N; instead of looking down at his phone like he always did at places, this time his phone was placed screen-down on the table, his electric blue eyes trained on her. She was taking a couple’s order.
All of a sudden, a different employee called out his name. “Black coffee for James?” the man bellowed, keeping a cup on the counter. When his name was called Y/N and Bucky’s eyes met. She looked away almost immediately, a shy smile on her face as she turned to the next customer. Bucky smiled to himself as well and went to get his coffee. “Uh, man, can I… tell you something?” The mafia boss looked at the guy. “What?” The employee looked at Y/N and chewed his lip. “She’s, uh… she’s—”
“Married? Engaged? Has a boyfriend?”
“No, no, she’s… too naive. Listen, I’m just saying it to warn you, and maybe even her… she’s ridiculously innocent, seriously. I don’t think she has ever had a boyfriend, or even a fling or something. Probably still a, you know, maiden. So… I wouldn’t think you’d want to go for her.” Had he been that obvious? Bucky listened to the man’s nonsense patiently, a cool smile on his face.
“And what, suddenly you know every thought that has ever occurred in my mind? You think you know me enough to tell me about my likes and dislikes?” 
“I’m just saying, bro, me personally—”
“I don’t wanna know.”
With that, he turned around to walk out of the coffee shop. On his way out, he glanced at Y/N again, but she was too busy talking to customers to notice him. He sighed loudly and left. But his sigh caught her attention; she turned to the door but was too late— he was already gone. Her lips pursed. Would he ever visit again? James, he’d said his name was. She had no idea about him, about the fact that he was someone she should steer clear of. Y/N made up her mind; the next time he came to the shop, she was going to talk to him.
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“You sure you’ll clean up?”
“Yeah. Go.”
“Okay.”
The manager left and Y/N sighed in the empty place, picking up the rag cloth that was hanging on the oven door. But in the quiet store, as she cleaned the counter top, she suddenly heard what sounded like a gunshot. She stood up straight, alert. Her hands were frozen in their place, her ears demanding confirmation. Was it actually a gunshot? When she heard another one, her hair stood on end. Was she going to die?!
Shaking, she rushed to the door and locked it, pulling on it to make sure. Through the glass doors, she looked outside; there was no one there, but she was 100% sure she’d heard gunshots. Her lower lip wobbled. Y/N walked back to the counter and began working at twice the speed; she still had to sweep the floor, and only then could she go home. “Come on, Y/N,” she muttered as she hurriedly finished wiping the countertop. But just as she was about to run to fetch the broom, three consecutive gunshots happened.
Y/N fell to her knees, terrified. This time, she could clearly hear shouting, as well as the screeching of car tyres along with the gunshots. What was going on?! Gang violence?! Scrambling upright, Y/N watched, horrified, as the headlights of a car shone on the glass doors. Oh shit, they’re right outside! Scared beyond words, she rushed towards the backdoors and threw them open. But then they closed with a loud bang, which scared her even more. What if they came inside now?
Her eyes darted around the place and she noticed the broom closet. My only chance. Y/N ran to the broom closet and opened the door, somehow managing to fit inside. Then she closed the door. Pitch black. Y/N took out her phone and dimmed the brightness, her hands clammy. Opening her chat with her manager, she texted him about what was going on. Her heart was pounding in her chest; what if she actually died that night?! 
Just when she thought things couldn’t get any worse, she heard the front door breaking. The sound of glass breaking rang in her ears, and she clutched her head when she got a splitting headache. Y/N was fully panicking by then. More gunshots echoed around the place, this time much closer and much louder than before and Y/N realized that the coffee shop was being used as a place to fight. 
She dared not to make a sound, even going so far as to hold her breath with short intervals in between. 15 minutes would pass before everything went silent; Y/N was very close to passing out now, but she held herself up, waiting until help arrived. After that, she told herself, she could sleep for as long as she wanted. One hand holding her phone, one hand clamped over her mouth, sweat dripping down her whole body, she waited.
When it all went quiet she thought of getting out of the broom closet. But it was as if her legs were rooted on spot, frozen in cement. She couldn’t move an inch of herself. Her eyesight had become poor because of the darkness in the closet, and her headache was steadily bringing her on the verge of fainting. Her ears were buzzing; in the end, she couldn’t even hear the police sirens outside. Slowly, she sank down on her knees and rested her head against the wall behind her, closing her eyes.
“There’s someone else here,” Steve spoke, poking his cheek with his tongue. Bucky looked up from where he was getting a bandage tied on his forearm. “An employee?” Y/N? “Yeah. I mean, the lights were on, and look at this cloth. It’s still wet, and looks like someone was using it. Did they flee the scene or are they still here?” Bucky bit his lip. If it turned out to be Y/N… he was going to burn down the entire world. 
“Go check.”
Steve nodded and opened the doors to the backroom, looking around. There was no one there, but Steve did see another door— the broom closet. Just to be sure, he curiously walked up to the door and opened it. “Fuck!” he involuntarily screamed when Y/N’s unconscious body slumped out of the closet, falling on the floor. “Barnes! The employee is still here!” Steve knelt next to the woman, taking note of the way her phone was clasped in her hand. 
A couple seconds later, Bucky and Sam ran into the room and Bucky froze when he saw Y/N’s body on the floor. And then, every curse word he knew from every language he spoke fell from his lips, rather loudly. Pushing Steve away, Bucky tearfully sat her up, hissing. “Look at her, she’s sweating so much, probably so scared… My poor darling…” He turned to Steve. “Pick her up. I’m taking her home.” Steve and Sam glanced at each other. Even still, Steve did as he was told, picking Y/N up bridal style.
“Sam, call a doctor, pronto.”
Once near their car, Steve opened the door to the backseat and put her in. Sam sat in the passenger seat, talking to a doctor. Bucky sat next to Y/N, allowing her body to rest against his good arm. Steve then got into the driver’s seat and swiftly drove to Bucky’s mansion.
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Bang. Bang. Bang!
Startled, Y/N gasped in her sleep and jerked. But as she sank down on the mattress, her headache returned and a faint moan escaped past her lips, her brows furrowing. What was going on? There was a mattress underneath her, very soft might she add— was she laying down on a bed? Wait. Was it a hospital bed?! The previous night’s memories replayed in her mind, its load weighing heavier on Y/N’s already feeble mind. 
All of a sudden, the bed dipped on her left, as if someone had just taken a seat. “Y/N?” That was her name. “Mm?” she hummed tiredly, without opening her eyes. “Are you feeling better?” She teared up. “No, I’m scared, I don’t know what’s going on,” she cried, the tears leaking out of her closed eyes as she sobbed, covering her face. Someone’s large hand then went under her head, their other arm around her waist. She was pulled up by the guy and was placed against something; a chest, that man’s chest.
He was holding her. Y/N slumped into him, still crying. Bucky, meanwhile, smiled sadly and held her close, rubbing her back. “Shh, it’s okay, I’m here. You’re unharmed, I guarantee you— hiding in that closet was a good idea. I’m so proud of you. Come on now, baby…” Y/N’s sobs died down, and she finally opened her eyes. She tried pulling away from him but he wouldn’t let go. “I wanna lay down.” He lowered her immediately, and when he sat back up, Y/N gasped, finally seeing his face.
“James?!” Bucky chuckled, caressing her face under the excuse of wiping off her tears. “It’s me. You scared me shitless, Y/N, do you know how long it has been since you passed out?! 48 hours! I mean, please don’t give an old man a heart attack like that again!” Y/N smiled weakly. “Old? How old are you?”
“3 days old.”
This time, she laughed. “How are you only 3 days old?” Bucky smiled, besotted with her. “Because I met you 3 days ago.” Y/N cutely knitted her brows in confusion, until realization dawned on her. Then she blushed furiously, covering her face. “You are so cheesy!” she accused him, pouting. Bucky couldn’t believe she’d made him fall for her in less than a week. “Just for you,” he winked and she groaned.
In the end, she took a deep breath and pushed the blanket off of herself, seeing that she was still dressed in her 3-day-old clothes. “I stink, don’t I?” she wrinkled her nose, sending a sorry smile towards the brunet man. “I mean, kinda,” he played along, snorting when she, very frailly, smacked his arm. He stood up, taking her hand. He helped her stand up. “You can take a bath over there.”
Bucky pointed to the bathroom door. “I’ll leave some clothes outside for you. Once you’re dressed, just open the bedroom door, and I’ll be waiting right outside, okay?” Y/N nodded obediently. Bucky took her to the bathroom, explained all the functions of the bathtub and kept the towel where she could easily access it. “I’ll go now.” He left the room. Y/N discarded her clothes and sat down in the tub, moaning in pleasure. The water was of the perfect temperature.
She took a lengthy bath, and only stepped out half an hour later, a towel wrapped around her. Y/N put on her own undergarments and then the clothes Bucky had provided for her; a black t-shirt and a pair of gray sweats. Once she made sure she was presentable, she moved towards the door but paused when she heard Bucky outside. Her jaw dropped and her hand gripped the doorknob. He was talking to someone outside. “The bill? Ah, yeah, from the hospital. How much was it?” Hospital bill?
Surely that was for… her. She was the one who had been unconscious for 3 days, that meant that a doctor and medicines were required for her. Y/N dreaded the amount— she almost did not want to hear it but she also knew that it would be wrong. How could she let him bear all the expenses for something that was her liability? “$5k? Hm.” Y/N almost fainted for a second time.
“5000 dollars?” she whispered to herself, terrified. But she shook her head, standing up straight. It was her duty to pay him back. Definitely. Taking a deep breath, Y/N opened the door and sent Bucky a smile. He smiled back at her. “Come, have breakfast and then I’ll have someone drop you home.” She wordlessly nodded and followed him downstairs to the dining room. On their way there, Y/N looked around his mansion. It was a piece of art; Bucky was rich? So that meant…
No, no, absolutely not! You have to take responsibility!
They sat at the dining table, breakfast was served and 30 minutes passed. There were a few of his friends eating with them, but Y/N could very quickly make out that they weren’t his friends, more like, they were his subordinates. Working under him. He didn’t say one word to her until the 45 minute mark; then, once all his friends left, he finally looked at her, smiling.
She almost expected him to talk about the hospital bill. “Is it good?” he instead asked, nodding his head towards her plate. Y/N hummed, giving him a small smile. “Y-Yeah, it’s nice.” Breakfast ended. Y/N watched with anticipation as their plates were taken away and Bucky stood up. She followed suit. “I cleared my schedule enough to drop you home, should we leave?” Y/N looked down at her clothes. “Uh, let me just change—” He stopped her. “No, please, don’t wear those stinky clothes again. Carry them with you.” Just then, one of his housekeeping staff entered the dining room holding a bag.
Bucky took the bag and handed it to Y/N. “Here. All your stuff is in here, including your phone.” Y/N peeked into the bag. “I, uh, send me your address so, um, I can return your clothes… I’ll have them washed…” Bucky scoffed, walking around the table to stand in front of her. “Baby, please, stop saying stuff like that. Keep them, it will mean a lot to me. Promise.” Sighing a little, Y/N chuckled. “Fine, I’ll keep them. They are comfortable, you know.” He laughed along.
The two of them walked out of the house. As Bucky drove to her house, Y/N glanced at him. “Um, James, about the… uh…” He glanced at her as well. “Yes, sweetheart? Is something bothering you?” She felt weird asking him about it herself. I’ll just send him the money directly, why have this uncomfortable conversation at all? “Nothing, it’s fine.” Bucky figured something was off but he didn’t push. Soon, they reached Y/N’s apartment building, she bid him farewell and they each went their own ways.
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“Good morning, sir— James! Hi, you…” Y/N gasped when she saw the man in front of her. He smiled at her, shoving his hands into the pockets of his trousers. “3 weeks. How are you, sweetheart? All better?” Y/N nodded, blinking. 5000 dollars was a huge amount of money; so far, she had only garnered around $1500. Immediately, she began feeling a little… guilty. His smile didn’t waiver at all, though, so that meant he wasn’t mad at her. Right? What if he was here right now to talk about the money? Y/N gulped, lowering her gaze. “What would you like, sir?” Sir? Bucky’s face dropped. Why was she calling him sir all of a sudden? “Um, are you okay—”
“You’re holding up the line, sir.”
“Black coffee and a blueberry muffin.”
$12.”
He handed her $15 and like he had the previous time, put the extra 3 dollars in the tip jar. When Y/N still avoided his gaze, Bucky was completely sure there was something off. “Can you deliver it to my table instead of calling out my name?” Y/N hummed. “I’ll do that.”
He went to sit in the furthest corner. 10 minutes later, Y/N approached his table and placed his order on the table, turning to leave. But before she could, he grabbed her hand and tugged on it, making her turn towards him. “Mr—” “Absolutely not. James. What’s wrong? What happened? What did I do?” You’re still silent. “I— I need some more time,” she blurted out, “Please, give me, like, another month or so, I beg.” Bucky’s brows furrowed in utter confusion. “Time for what? Honey, time for what?” Y/N angrily glared at him, tears stringing her eyes.
She was never the one to lose her temper so quickly, but to repay Bucky, she had been taking up extra shifts at the coffee shop, which was making her tired and frustrated, and by extension, temperamental. “Just because you’re not asking doesn’t mean— I know you want it back, so don’t play stupid. I’m telling you, another month. Please let go of my hand.” Without even waiting for him, she yanked her arm away and wiped her tears off, storming towards the front of the shop. Bucky was too perplexed to even notice.
Want it back? Want what back? His clothes? Didn’t he already tell her that she could keep them? But then… Why would she require a month to give back a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants? She could have easily done that the next day… It wasn’t his clothes she was talking about. But for the life of him, he couldn’t think of anything else that she owed him. Money was absolutely the last thing on his mind. Sighing despondently, he finished his coffee and muffin and left the shop, without so much as a glance at her.
But Y/N was staring at him as he left. Unconsciously, tears pricked her eyes but she sniffed them away, looking at the customer in front of her. “What would you like?” Her voice was a little watery, which the customer picked up on. “Wasn’t that James Barnes that just left the shop? Don’t tell me he comes after innocent people such as yourself! What did he do to you?!” the customer demanded protectively, which made Y/N confused. If he was excluded from the innocent people category…
“Wh-What do you mean… who is he?”
“Girl, you don’t know James Barnes?! He has been in the news so many times! He’s a mafia man, a mobster boss! Most ruthless, most feared leader of the underworld! How come you don’t know?” What?! “A mafia don?! Are you serious?!” The customer scoffed. “For sure I am! Even the police are scared of him, that’s why he roams the streets freely. To be honest, he only ever goes after the other bad guys, I have never heard him go after, you know, ordinary citizens. But you? What did you do to him?”
“I… I need to pay him back, $5000.” The customer covered his mouth, shocked. “That much?! Girl, do it as fast as you can— is that why he visits the shop frequently? I have seen him a couple times before… wow…” Y/N’s blood ran cold. She owed a mafia leader money. A mafia leader who was known to be ruthless and unforgiving. What if she couldn’t collect enough money? What if he sent one of his friends after her to kill her? After her shift ended, Y/N was once again alone at the shop, cleaning up. But as she sweeped behind the counter, the bell above the door rang, signaling someone’s arrival. 
She looked up and froze when she saw Bucky. “16 hours. For 16 hours I have been thinking about what you owe me, and I haven’t got one clue. Baby, you need to tell me yourself what you think you owe me. Come on. Help me out here.” But as he continued taking steps towards her, she backed herself up against the wall, heart pounding in her chest, fear visible in her eyes. “Please, please don’t— you know— you’re playing dumb!” Bucky froze as well at her look of pure terror.
“Are you scared of me?”
Tears began flowing down her cheeks. “I told you, give me another month, I’ll pay you back, I promise! I have $1500 ready if you’re willing to take installments— but by the end of 30 days I will have the remaining $3500 ready, trust me!” Bucky closed the distance between them. His eyes… showed betrayal. “So… $5k? You’re saying you owe me 5000 fucking dollars?” he whispered. His hands reached up to wipe her tears off, his own starting to fall down his face. “Why do you think that? Have I, even once, asked you about the money myself?”
Slowly, Y/N shook her head. “Then why do you break my heart like this?!” he screamed in her face, startling her. She cried harder. “Because I know now who you are! Surely you want the money back?” He snarled, banging his fist on the wall next to her head. “But why would I want something back from you that you don’t even owe me?! What $5000 are you talking about?!” Y/N sniffled, lowering her gaze. “The hospital bill.” Bucky paused. “Hospital bill? Honey, that wasn’t for you.”
She looked up, confused. “You don’t know what happened that night, do you?” Y/N shook her head again. Bucky sighed, taking a step away from her. “Come with me. Let’s sit.” He took her hand and led them to a table, sitting down. “I… I always assumed you were just passing by and were kind enough to… you know… take care of me.” He wiped his tears off, chuckling. 
Usually, Bucky had a firm handle on his emotions but hearing the woman he loved accuse him of such a heinous thing was enough to make him break down. “No. Now that you know who I really am… that night, the gunfire and the violence that happened involved me, my men, and a rival leader and his men. You were already passed out when the fight ended— I was injured. Look at this.” He shrugged off the right side of his jacket, revealing his forearm that had a faint scar on it.
Y/N gasped softly upon seeing it, her mind filling with worry for his well-being. “Are you okay, now?” He took her hand. “Yes, I’m completely healed. Some of my men got injured as well, and it’s my duty to look after their medical bills as they got injured on my command. It was our hospital bill, sweetheart, not yours. We didn’t call a doctor for you— all you needed was to lay down and wake up comfortably.” Y/N suddenly felt extremely hollow. “I took up extra shifts.”
Bucky came to sit next to her and hugged her close. “You didn’t even think about confirming it with me, first? Angel, when someone owes me money, I make it very clear to them, okay? The fact that I didn’t ask you for a single penny means you don’t owe me shit.” Y/N burrowed closer to him. “I’m sorry,” she whispered into his chest. “I just felt… weird bringing it up. I thought I could just directly send the money over once I had enough.” Bucky hummed. “And even if we had reached that stage, I would have just sent the money back. Thank goodness we nipped it in the bud.”
“Yeah.”
Y/N pulled away from him, rubbing her eyes. Then she looked at Bucky, who was looking at her with a fond expression on his face. “What?” she chuckled. But she was completely caught off-guard when Bucky gently held her chin and leaned in, pressing his lips to hers. “Even if we had called the doctors for you,” he whispered, “Even if the hospital bill was yours, you wouldn’t have owed me anything. Why? Because the love of my life will never owe me even a single dollar.” Y/N blinked dumbfoundedly. And then, a deep blush graced her face and she squealed, burying herself back in Bucky’s arms.
“James, don’t say that!”
“Bucky, my dear, call me Bucky. And was what I said wrong in any way? Wasn’t it completely true?”
“Yeah but you don’t have to say it out loud!”
“And forgo seeing this cute little blush on your cheeks? Never.”
“Stop it…”
“Nope. My cute little angel can get into as many accidents as she wants and she still wouldn’t owe—”
“I’m gonna go clean up!”
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a/n: eeeeee screaming!! thanks for reading, leave a like if you enjoyed!
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sergeantbarnessdoll · 9 days ago
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Hi bestie!! I have an idea for Seb. Your his best friend (almost brother like but not quite)
So y/n is over at his home in LA during a Christmas party and is wearing something that gets him turned on and he drags you away from the party and tells you how he loves you and you two fuck....hehe
Steamy Christmas Party » Sebastian Stan
Pairings: Best Friend!Sebastian Stan x Best Friend!Female Reader
Summary: Sebastian can’t keep his eyes off of you when you wear a new dress to a Christmas party, which leads to yours and his own steamy festivities.
Warnings: Fluff, Smut (18+), best friends to lovers, sweet/dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, unprotected sex, praise kink, Sebastian speaking Romanian, pet names
A/N: Thank you for the request @cevansbaby-dove ❤️💚
A/N #2: I used Google translate for the Romanian translations. My apologies if I got anything wrong.
Translations: Dragă: sweetheart |Te iubesu: I love you | Ești atât de frumoasă, prințesă: You’re so beautiful, princess
Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.
Header made by @buck-star
Divider made by me
GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞
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Sebastian’s eyes were on you the second you walked in the door. You were wearing a red dress. It happened to be backless, which is part of the reason why his eyes were on you. He bit his bottom lip the more he looked at you. Not in a creepy way. In an admirable way. He couldn’t help but notice your dress was hugging your curves in the most perfect way.
His mind began to wander… he wanted to get you alone. He just needed to find an appropriate way to do it. He needs you all to himself.
You were talking to someone when you felt a pair of familiar eyes on you. You glanced over the person’s shoulder to see Sebastian looking at you. You gave him a smile before excusing yourself from the conversation to go to the kitchen to get something to drink. Like if it were on cue, Sebastian did the same.
Sebastian walked in the kitchen at the same time you were refilling your drink. He approached you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist. You hummed softly, leaning into his warm touch.
“You know how to drive a man crazy, you know that?” Sebastian mutters softly.
“There’s more than one man here, Seb. Care to be specific?” You say innocently.
“You damn well know which man I’m exactly talking about, dragă.” He whispers in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.
You and Sebastian have been best friends for a few years. Yours and his has always been playful and sometimes flirty. Yours two are so close that people think you two are dating or hooking up. It’s been rumored many times. Truth be told, Sebastian is in love with you. Little does he know that you’re in love with him too.
“You wore this dress to get me going, didn’t you, dragă?” He says, lightly rubbing a finger down your back.
“Maybe I did. Maybe I didn’t.” You teased seductively, pressing your ass against his bulge, making him groan softly.
Sebastian spun you around so you were facing him. His blue eyes are now clouded with lust. He leaned in, his lips ghosting over yours.
“Wanna go to my room?” Sebastian asks in a whisper.
“Everyone will see us.” You say shyly.
“They already think we’re fucking. We might as well make that rumor true.” He says with a smirk.
You bit your bottom lip at the thought.
“Take me.” You whispered seductively.
Sebastian grabs your hand and lead you to his bedroom. Surprisingly, no one noticed you two go to his bedroom. As soon as the door was closed and locked, Sebastian pinned you against it, kissing you heatedly. You moaned against his lips.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” He breathes.
“Me too.” You say.
Sebastian moved the straps of your dress off of your shoulders as he kissed your neck, his teeth nipping at your skin. You could feel his beard scratching against your skin. It’s a feeling you love very much. You moaned softly.
Sebastian took your dress off, exposing your breasts to him. He groans softly when he seen the panties you’re wearing. Red lace. It made him want you even more.
“You really do know how to drive a man crazy.” Sebastian says.
You giggled softly and bit your bottom lip. You stared up at him as you took off your heels. You then began to unbutton his shirt. You rubbed your hands against his chest to his shoulders, pushing his button up shirt off of him, letting it fall to the floor.
Sebastian picked you up and carried you to his bed, laying you down gently. He took his pants off before getting on top of you, hovering over you. He leaned down and kissed you with hunger. He then moved his lips down to your neck and collarbones, kissing your skin softly.
“I love you.” Sebastian murmurs softly.
“Say it to me in Romanian.” You said, running your fingers through his hair.
“Te iubesc.” He repeats in Romanian.
“Te iubesc.” You whispered.
You two weren’t sure if it was the heat of the moment or if that’s how each other feels.
Sebastian rubbed his hands against your sides and down to the waistband of your panties. He rubbed his thumbs along the lace material for a moment before looking at you for permission. You gave him permission by lifting your hips. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of your panties and took them off of you and threw them somewhere in his room.
He spread your legs, softly caressing your thighs. One of his hands move towards your pussy. His fingers felt how wet you are for him before blindly feeling for your clit. He found it with ease and began rubbing it. You bucked your hips against his hand, wanting more.
“Fuck me please!” You begged desperately, whining softly.
Sebastian kissed you softly before taking his boxers off and settling himself between your legs. You sat up on your elbows, biting your bottom lip at the sight of his cock.
“Are you gonna fuck me or what?” You playfully teased.
Sebastian softly chuckles at your little playful comment. He lined his cock at your pussy, rubbing it in your slick to get it wet before lining it at your entrance. He slowly slid his cock in your pussy. Your mouth fell open and a soft moan left your lips as you watched his cock slide in your pussy.
Sebastian, being the gentleman he is, gave you a moment to adjust to his size. You laid your back against the bed and nodded. He started a slowly and loving pace just to get a feel of it for a moment before speeding up his thrusts.
“Oh my god!” You moaned.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, locking your ankles behind his back. Your hands held onto his strong shoulders, your nails digging in his skin. One of Sebastian’s hands held onto your waist while the other one found its way to your breasts. He held onto one of them for a few seconds before rubbing his thumb over your nipple.
“This feels amazing!” You moaned.
“Yea.” Sebastian agrees, nodding his head.
Your moans I’d like music to Sebastian’s ears. His cock was hitting all of the right spots. Your nails left red line scratch marks on his shoulders. Sebastian rubbed his hands against your skin, loving how soft it is.
“Ești atât de frumoasă, prințesă.” Sebastian says softly.
“What’s that mean?” You asked.
“I called you beautiful, princess.” He says in English.
You know some Romanian from Sebastian teaching you, but you didn’t know what that meant until he told you. You were only focused on one thing at the moment and that’s Sebastian. You’re the only thing he’s focused on as well.
“We should’ve done this sooner!” You moaned.
“I know right.” He agrees.
You arched your back in pleasure. Your beasts were closer to him that he could mark them up and kiss them, which he did. Your hands found their way to his back, digging your nails in his skin.
“Fuck…” Sebastian moans against your skin. “I love you, dragă.” He softly says again.
“I love you too, Seb.” You murmured softly.
You tilted your head back and your eyes fluttered shut. You felt Sebastian’s hand on the back of your head, gently moving your head back up so you were looking at him.
“Eyes on me, dragă.” He said.
You bit your bottom lip and nodded. Your eyes never left his for a second. Only when his cock hit that one spot inside of you, making your eyes flutter shut for a second.
“Oh yes!” You moaned. “Right there!” You tell him. “Please don’t stop!” You moaned.
Your moans urged him on. He sped up his thrusts more. Your nails left red line scratch marks on his back.
“You feel so good.” He moans, leaning his forehead against your shoulder.
You took the opportunity to kiss his neck, nipping on his skin to mark him up. One of Sebastian’s hands moved down to your clit, rubbing it in circles. Your hip jolted against his at the feeling.
“Oh god, yes, Seb!” You moaned.
Sebastian smirks to himself, loving the sound of you moaning his name. He rubbed your clit faster, wanting to hear you moan his name over and over again.
“Moan my name again. I want to hear it.” Sebastian says.
“You’re making me feel so good, Sebastian!” You moaned.
Sebastian kissed you after you said that, needing his lips on yours. The kiss was a mix of hunger and passion with a bit of sloppiness. One of your hands moved to the back of his head, carding your fingers through his soft hair as you two made out.
Your orgasm built up the more he rubbed your clit as he fucked you. His orgasm was building up as well. Like the gentleman Sebastian is, wanted you to cum first, focusing on your pleasure.
“I can feel you getting close. You gonna cum?” Sebastian says against your lips.
“Mhmm, yes!” You moaned, tilting your head back.
“Be a good girl and cum for me, dragă.” He says.
It didn’t take long after he said that for you to fall over the edge. Your legs trembled a little bit as you came. Sebastian gave your clit one last rub before focusing on his own orgasm, which wasn’t too far behind yours. He came inside of you after a few more thrusts before slowing down the pace of his thrusts and pulled out of you.
Sebastian laid down next to you and covered the two of you up with a blanket. You two laid there panting and staring up at the ceiling with grins on your faces.
“That was fucking amazing.” You said after a moment.
“Yea.” Sebastian agrees.
That’s when you got to thinking. You realized that you and Sebastian said “I love you” to each other. You still weren’t sure if it was the heat of the moment or if that’s how you two actually feel about each other.
“Seb?” You turned your head towards him.
“Hmm?” Sebastian hums, turning his head toward you as well.
“What you said earlier…” You maneuvered yourself so you were laying on your side and your head was propped up against your hand. “When you told me you love me, did you mean it or was it the heat of the moment?” You asked.
“I mean it.” He answers. “I’ve been in love with you for a while, but I wasn’t sure how to tell you.” He tells you. “Did you mean it?” He asks.
“Yes.” You answered softly.
Sebastian smiles at you and leaned up, kissing you softly and passionately. You smiled against his lips, caressing his bearded cheek. You two leaned your foreheads against each other’s, gazing in each other’s eyes.
“You do know we have to go back out to the party, right?” You say.
“I know.” He says.
“Everyone is gonna know we left the party to fuck.” You said.
“They’ll also know we’ll be a couple when we go back out there.” He says.
“True.” You say, kissing him.
“I love you, dragă.” He murmurs softly with a smile.
“I love you too, Sebby.” You almost whispered, smiling back at him.
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-Bucky’s Doll
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THIN ICE MISTER
bucky barnes x wife!reader
description: bucky and sam break your favorite lamp and candle when left alone with your guys 3 year old daughter, world of chaos
w/c: 3.1k
disclaimers: none… beside bucky and sam being left alone with a toddler, conversation about sex
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You were this anxious and honestly not much made you nervous but that changed pretty quickly when you decided to leave your husband with your little girl. Not that Bucky was a bad father- that was far from it, he was a fantastic father to your sweet girl. He would coddle her when she would get upset, help her with any issues she would have with other toddlers not that he could do much but still.
The only issue that you found was that whenever he was Sam, that’s when it became catastrophic with those two. Now was a prime example of what was about to endure.. you currently had to leave to go do errands with Carol and Natasha while also meet Tony for a new mission that was months away but Tony insisted on getting on that.
You thought of taking Rebecca with you as the two men were probably going to make a mess in the house but Bucky kept telling you it would be fine.
You finally decided to trust your husband and his best friend and we’re hoping you made the right choice as he tried to push you out of your daughters bedroom.
“Wait. I need a goodbye kiss.” You reminded him to which he chuckled and went to lean in to you when you shoved his face away. He stumbled back while standing dumbfounded at you rejecting his kiss when you scrunched your eyes brows in confusion.
“Not you. From my sweet baby.” You hushed looking at the sweet little thing you and Bucky created to which she was letting out soft snores admiring her little curls resting on top of her forehead.
Leaning down to press a soft kiss leaving the excess of your chapstick, you looked up to a pouty Bucky to which you found hilarious. You faced him and took the chance to grab his face right in your hands as they were the perfect size to hold him.
You gave him a small grin, capturing his lip into yours and moving it in sync when he reached down the lower part of you ass and as he went to slightly squeeze it you gripped his hands that were were wrapped around his neck for support to stop him.
That meant you needed to stop before it became too much fun for him, you slapped his chest playfully but sternly as your daughter was still sleeping not even two feet away. He hissed in annoyance, “She is sleeping! Keep it in your pants.”
To that he scoffed because he looked back at his daughter sleeping and turned back to you. “Me? You obviously couldn’t keep it in, exhibit A.” Pointing directly at the brunette who was stirring around in her sleep before turning around to her side before falling back asleep.
Both of you leaving Rebecca’s room, heading downstairs to a familiar face opening the back door of your house. Sam shut the door softly not wanting to make any noise to disturb his favorite Barnes in her slumber.
Sam finally met your gaze and smirked calling your name, “Don’t ruin my house Samuel.” You playfully warned but actually not wanting to come back home with a mess or worse… actually nothing is worse then a mess (in your eyes).”
Reaching to grab your keys from the hooks on the wall you snatched them and grabbed your water while waving buy to the men and out the door.
Sam and Bucky were currently working on a gazebo. You distinctly remember looking at your iPad one night when Rebecca finally decided to sleep in her own room that night. Not that you would kick her out or anything, she just decided she didn’t need to sleep in her parents bed.
The idea of a gazebo came when you saw a beautiful gazebo when you went on a walk when you were half way through your pregnancy. Bucky saw how much you admired gazebos and it would be a great for when you all have guests from you avengers family.
You asked if Bucky could make a gazebo since it wouldn’t take long, maybe you shouldn’t be saying anything because you never built anything for that matter. 
“Alright Buck. I got all the wood… well almost all and all tools are in here.” He spoke tapping at his tool box when he walked over to show Bucky the idea of the gazebo hoping you would approve.
You had a fairly big backyard so the gazebo would look beautiful in the back with Rebecca’s playground next to it.
Sam pointed at all of the perimeters he needed to do before starting, stepping back inside he heard the voices of his daughter talking through the monitor from the kitchen that was connected to her bedroom.
Hear faint cries from the little toddler, “Dada.” She whimpered hoping someone would go in her room at any second. She wasn’t usually like that in the mornings but recently she started to get clingier and have more outbursts than usual.
Bucky pouted at his baby’s voice calling for him and went straight to the direction of her voice. Opening the brown wooden door, she stopped taking out loud when she saw her father in the flesh. “Oh, sweetheart.”
Rebecca stood up from her bed that had was gated (so she wouldn’t escape) and lifted her arms up signaling she wanted to be in his arms. He obeyed her and swooped her into his arms kissing her right cheek repeatedly leaving loud ‘mwahs’ making soft giggles escape her from his little hairs.
“Daddy stop it!” She gasped when he stopped to give her a second to breathe, smiling at her father she stopped laughing as Bucky put her down. “Alright. Let’s go downstairs because you need to eat breakfast and also someone is here. It’s a surprise though.” She widened her light light blue eyes. “Is it Mommy?” Excited to see her mother.
He frowned, “No, baby. Mama is working but she’ll be home soon.” He promised her but then kneeled down to her level, “it may be Uncle Sam.” He teased when she squealed while jumping up and down right in his ear. “Oh! Okay, Bec.” Covering his ear to where the damage was done.
Walking down the stairs with her dad- more like running down the stairs even though it was dangerous and she knew never to run down. But Rebecca was to excited, nearly knocking down her Götz dolls that she had in front of the stairs.
Bucky groaned when he saw the whole dolls that were given to Rebecca by Natasha when she was in a mission in Germany with Steve and Wanda. 5 minutes after they successfully finished it, a store was getting robbed that sold dolls so Natasha looked around carefully before snatching a doll that kinda resembled Rebecca.
Of course Steve had a problem with it but Natasha did not care at all because she technically did not think it was wrong because it was already on the outside of the store.
You were quite upset at first because you never wanted Rebecca to receive things that were stolen. That simple.
From that moment Rebecca loved those dolls because they all were designed to look like her aunts and the women she most admired. “Becca, I asked you yesterday to pick up those.” His daughter kept running until she crashed in a familiar body figure, she grunted softly.
Sam let out a heartily chuckle, grabbing her little waist and holding her up to hold her by his waist and wrapping his other arm to support her back so she didn’t fall. “Well good morning sunshine!” He yelped tickling her side when she gasped at the touch that she was enduring.
“Uncle Sam.” She grunted holding his hand to stop him from tickling her and he stopped seeing her not laughing- “Daddy already gave tickles.” She pouted, Sam solemnly nodded to show that he understood like she was only allowed a specific number of tickles per day.
She was quite dramatic like her dad, you’d definitely say that she got that from Bucky and not you because you could never admit you were dramatic. Bucky rolled his eyes at his toddler and grabbed her breakfast plate to which she denied swatting it away when it almost fell before bucky caught it.
“Oh, no. Rebecca that’s not what we do, it is time to eat.” Bucky sternly spoke not wanting to have a thing with his daughter while his best friend was watching. “No! Not hungry.” She yelled clutching onto Sam’s forearm to which he nervously laughed off.
“Hey, hey. It’s alright, I’ll sit with you.” She sulked down, running her back so she was reassured that he would leave her side. Rebecca got placed in a chair as Bucky placed her plate down locking eyes with her to which she looked down feeling guilty at getting upset with her father.
“Thank you Daddy.” She thanked grabbing her water cup from the table and took a big sip before devouring into her breakfast.
Leaving the meeting with some avengers that you were working on the mission with- you tried so hard to not look at your phone to call your husband. You were doing so good, until Carol mentioned on who was watching Rebecca. “Bucky. With Sam…” you whispered softly.
Carol gave you deadpanned look seeing if you were serious or if you were just messing with her, “Sam? Uh hope you’re house is there when you get back.” She laughed when Nat smacked her shoulder, you started to grow anxious.
You snatched you phone from your bag, Natasha stopped you while glaring back to Carol who didn’t understand at all. “Stop that. Carol tell her you were just joking.” She demanded.
“What, no. Ow!-” Carol rubbed the spot where Nat pinched her, “I’m joking. I’m sorry, they have got it. You trust your husband, right?” It wasn’t that you didn’t trust him or Sam but you did get paranoid.
“I do. Just them together is just you know.” The women nodded as Carol paused, “What trouble could they cause?”
Back home, Bucky and Sam got as much as they could so they decided to wait to do something until they got bored. Rebecca was playing with a ball until Sam perked up. “Bucky. 20 bucks you can’t know over those pins with one hit.”
Bucky looked over to see toy bowling pins stacked on the floor, Bucky scoffed grabbing the ball Rebecca was playing with right as she grunted. “Relax, Bec. Daddy will give it back once he wins that $20.”
He backed up from his position and narrowly examined his spot- he stepped back and brought the ball back and threw the ball. But the ball ended up not going anywhere near the pins because all that was heard was a loud breaking sound with flowers on your newly white carpet and your favorite candle completely broken.
Sam gaped as Bucky cursed, “Shit!” He yelled walking over to see the mess he made when Rebecca smiled widely- “Shit!” She giggled running towards her father who winced at his faulty mistake.
“Whoa, no! We don’t say that.” To that Rebecca kept saying shit, shit, shit! Sam ran to grab a garbage bag so he could throw away the glass and flowers when Bucky swatted his hand away. “Are you crazy? She loves those, I’m dead.”
“Uh, well at least it’s you and not me.”
“This is your fault.” Bucky yelled.
“Mine?” Sam spat back.
“Yeah, you just had to bet me to do it- You could backed out, she will kill me but not if I’m not here.” Sam shrieked getting up when Bucky grabbed him by his metal arm making sure he stayed in place. “No way.”
Sam grunted, twisting his grip away from Bucky’s hard grasp. He huffed dumping all the remains of the incident, a little while later Sam vacuumed up all the dirt as Bucky sat Rebecca down on the long sofa and turned the TV so she could watch a movie.
Hearing the bag getting thrown away in the trash can outside, Bucky really was hoping that you would have noticed it because although people thought of him as a very gruffly person., he was more scared of his wife then anything else.
When Sam came back pausing the movie that Rebecca was watching, the three of them looked at the door as it was getting opened to you, Natasha and Carol. Your daughter gasped seeing them three, “Mommy!” You stopped in your tracks, opening your arms widely for her to engulf you in a tight hug.
Rebecca giggled those sweet songs that came out of her mouth when her mother brought her up and gave her a mouth kiss, “Mwah!”
“I missed my sweet girl! How was today?” You asked more Bucky and Sam but of course she answered for them, “so fun, daddy-”
Bucky covered her mouth quickly before she could spill anything to you as you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. Sam chuckled awkwardly looking at Nat and Carol who glanced at each other, “Yup, so much fun.”
“Well great, nothing looks—” you paused.
You had quite a keen eye for things in anything but you noticed the center table that was holding your favorite candle and lamp were missing. You hummed poking your tongue in the inside of your mouth.
Bucky and Sam stay quiet not saying anything as you were catching on, “Where’s my candle and vase of flowers?” You asked walking near the center table to no candle or Flowers.
Natasha cackled, “Ah, this is gonna be hilarious.” She spoke patting Bucky’s back as he glared ahead to her when she sat down on the couch with Rebecca as she latched onto her, missing her even though she saw her a couple days ago.
“What.. what vase?” He trailed along hoping you wouldn’t hear the nervousness in his tone to which you caught on- “Yeah, are you sure there was even a candle.. cause.” He gulped.
You sighed lowly “What did you do?” He carefully walked to you but keeping a safe space between, “I didn’t do anything.”
You rolled your eyes getting pretty annoyed at your husband when you asked Sam what he did but he also didn’t answer you- you looked at Rebecca who was was being cuddled by Nat and Carol. She perked up, “Daddy broke the lamp and candle!” She obviously didn’t know what she was doing or that she totally made a ditch for her fall into.
You turned muttering something low that only you could hear, you shook your head in disbelief at the two adult men. “Whatever. Let’s go eat.” To that Nat, Carol, Rebecca and you all walked into the kitchen with the takeout bags you guys ordered for dinner.
You weren’t mad or anything but you decided to milk it little bit longer so Bucky could sweat to try to gain your ‘trust’ again. He never lost it but it was funny to see him that that, you sitting on the opposite side of him to which bothered him a lot.
As dinner was over and you all chatted up about future missions and other rookie co workers, you pa led up the lest overs for Carol, Natasha and Sam who took the most boxes (which you insisted because the girls wouldn’t budge)
The girls kissing Rebecca goodbye and waving to Bucky while he was holding Rebecca because she asked to be held by her father squishing her check on his chest. Sam stood by Bucky’s side, “Good luck. Bye sweet girl.” Kissing her forehead goodbye and giving you a side hug.
Shutting the door when you walked back up to Bucky stretching out your arms for Rebecca as Bucky intervened, “I can- I got it.” He sighed watching bother girls leave the kitchen as he went to clean the kitchen from the mess you all made.
Reaching Rebecca’s room you turned on her lights and started on her night routine as she was in the middle of being potty trained you guys did nighttime pull ups for when she went to bed.
Taking out her pajamas- a pink sloth matching set that you bought one day when you two went on a target shopping day when Bucky was away on a mission. Pulling the pajamas over her head you took a brush and combed the hair in her front face.
Rebecca hummed.
You looked up at her direction, “Momma? Are you mad at daddy?” She frowned at that’s thought of her parents fighting and even worse them fighting because of her. “Bec honey no. I’m not mad at anyone.” You reassured kissing her forehead making sure she knew that nothing was going to happen.
She took that so reassuring that she ran to her bed and stood on her tippy toes to reach the bed. You swooped her up and placed her in the bed, grabbing her covers and covering her.
One last kiss was placed on her cheek and forehead, “Sweet dreams, my baby.” She hummed in satisfaction snuggling in her bed letting her go off into dream land.
Walking back to your shared bedroom with Bucky, you saw him already with his shirt off and boxers on and you avoided to look at his mesmerizing body. You went over to his side of the bed which was where the dresser was and grabbed a pair of pjs also.
When you got back from the bathroom, you plopped down on your side and let out a exaggerated whine. Bucky kept quiet not knowing you wanted him to say anything or not, “Really? You’re not gonna say anything?” You asked.
“I thought you were mad still.” He mentioned.
“I wasn’t even mad Buck. Just annoyed slightly.” Holding up your thumb and pointer finger showing the slightest gap when he finally let out a moment of relief that you weren’t even upset with him.
Being completely honest- you had some stress that you needed to relief and so that’s where your husband came into play. You wouldn’t tend to ask him to help you out but you were aching, you snatched his phone away and placed it on the desk next you.
It took him a few seconds to comprehend what you were asking until he waited for you to do something. “Is she asleep?” He sheepishly wondered.
“You’d think I would make you have sex with me if she wasn’t asleep.” Bucky shrugged leaning in before you heard a sound come from the monitor and it was your daughter who was in fact not sleeping. She was muttering something, you grabbed the monitor and heard her more clearly.
“Shit.” Rebecca Barnes spoke very clearly when you turned your head to the man that could only be responsible. Bucky chuckled softly when you turned on the speak button: “Rebecca Barnes. Do not say that word. Who said that word?”
“I’m going. You want me to suffer huh,” he grunted putting on his shorts that you took from the drawer and walked out the door to his daughter bedroom.
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Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning
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extremelyblackandwhite · 7 months ago
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pairing: dad!bucky barnes x au pair!reader
warnings: age gap (reader is 10 years younger than bucky), mentions of smut (18+, dni if under 18)
author’s note:  last time i posted was december 31. i am very sorry is all i have to say 🤣
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i keep these longings lost in lowercase inside a vault ...
      - But I wanna go! - Sadie whined as Y/N was preparing her to go spend some time with her grandmother.
Sadie wasn't one to really enjoy being away from her father and Y/N had made the grave mistake of telling her she and her dad were going out for a meal which in Sadie's mind roughly translated to they're going out to eat without her.
      - I know, munchkin but you won't like the restaurant me and daddy are going to. They don't sell any chicken nuggets.
      - But daddy always makes them have it.
      - That's sweet, baby, but I don't think daddy can change menus. I think.
The red head pouted as Y/N finished sorting her out. She wondered if Bucky had a nugget empire of restaurants he could choose or if he was that well respected a chef would just prepare it for him just because his daughter wanted it. Whatever way it was, she stood there realising she'd never gone on a date with someone that high up. Sure she had her little affairs with men that had a trust fund but they were just that, the sons of powerful men. Bucky was both - the son of a powerful man and a powerful man himself. Did she even know how to dress for a man like that?
She sighed, entering her bedroom and opening her closet, crossing her arms at the sight in front of her. "Downtown at 7", what kind of information was that? It could mean a myriad of things which required a different dressing code. Damn you Bucky and your vague instructions. Y/N eventually decided on a black dress, hoping that would work for everything.
Y/N looked at herself in the mirror and put her lipstick on. The same mantra was going over and over in her mind "it's just a date", yet every time she did she rationalised that it wasn't just a date. It was a date with Bucky, her Bucky, her boss Bucky, father of Sadie Bucky. Just do it, she told herself as she went to grab her purse to meet Bucky at his office, just do it.
      - Has anyone ever told you you take as long as my daughter to get ready? - she jumped a bit as she heard Bucky's voice.
      - What are you doing here?
      - We have a date, have you forgotten? - he got up, his hands inside the pockets of the neatly tailored suit as he approached her. - Or are you chickening out?
      - I'm not chickening out. I thought I was meeting you at your office. I mean, you usually finish at 6:30 and since you said 7, I thought ...
      - I forgot that you're the boss of my company. - he interrupted with his characteristic smirk. - I got off early. Got a new suit, fresh shave.
      - Shame. I do like the stubble. - she said as she caressed his face. His cheeks warmed up at her touch. - Maybe now I do need to cancel my date with you.
      - You like Italian? - he said as he helped her put her coat on. It was almost like a scene from an old movie. - There's this restaurant downtown a friend of mine opened, really quiet and private.
      - Wanna hide me, huh? - she smirked.
      - No, no ... shit, that's not what I meant. I thought you'd like something more private? I don't wanna hide you I mean look at you, you're so gorgeous and ...
      - I'm just joking, Sergeant. - she interrupted him as she saw him get into a state of rambling. Bucky always knew what to say so to see him so tied up and awkward was rather enjoyable for her as she was the one to usually end up in that situation. - I think it sounds good. You really didn't need to go through all of this.
      - Why? Did you prefer I skip right over to sex? - he smirked, making her cheeks flush with warmth as she recalled the last night. - See? I can joke too.
      - Yeah sex with you is kind of a joke. - she retorted which made Bucky smile at her wit. - I dropped Sadie off at your mother's but she may call you at some point.
      - Yeah, I called my mum to speak to her but apparently she is upset because there's no chicken nuggets? Care to explain?
      - Long story. - Y/N shrugged. - Is she okay?
      - My dad's probably boring her to death with model trains and my mum is feeding her every sweet treat they can find, so I'd say she's fine.
      - She's going to be impossible tomorrow, isn't she?
      - I was hoping she stayed at my parents tomorrow as well.
      - Why? I'm bored, I have nothing to do until I hear back from my VIVA and Sadie keeps my mind away from it.
      - I have plans for you tomorrow.
      - What kind of plans?
      - Y/N, doll, do you ever stop asking questions?
      - I'm a scholar, my job is to ask questions. It's almost like I asked you to stop being bossy and impossible.
      - I am not bossy and impossible.
Y/N snorted a bit at that statement. She adored Bucky and he had been nothing but a great boss - to her at least. He was a perfectionist and liked everything done with the best results in mind which sometimes led to him being quite impossible, specially if her was in a sour mood. Heck, sometimes she'd even been on the other end of it yet it usually ended up with him apologising.
      - Let's just go before you decide you don't wanna go out with a bossy and impossible man.
      - Jokes on you, maybe I do prefer my men bossy and impossible.
      - And still you dated ... what's his name?
      - Oh c'mon.
      - Bet he didn't take you to a nice restaurant.
      - It's not a competition and right now you haven't taken me anywhere.
      - The driver is waiting downstairs, I was just waiting for you.
      - You got the driver? Bucky, I could've driven us there.
      - In the yellow monstrosity? I think not.
      - HEY! Ducky is a great car.
      - The fact you named your car makes it worse. It's a Fiat 500 cosplaying as a Tweety Bird.
      - You know the word cosplay? Wow, you're a very advanced old man in your pop culture.
Bucky rolled his eyes, wrapping his arm around her waist and bringing her downstairs. He didn't exactly knew how to act on a date with her, she was not the type of woman he usually dated - he actually hadn't even dated in a while, he was one to just go to dinner for one night stands only. His last date, Sadie was 5 months old and he went out with a woman named Elizabeth who worked in Wall Street - a date which had been cut short by his constant wondering about Sadie.
This was different, first Y/N didn't work in an area which matched his and, at least in his head, was a lot more educated than him and probably worried about his daughter as much or sometimes even more. It was just different and he didn't exactly knew how to handle it in a suave manner and she seemed to notice as they sat. She gave him a knowing look before opening the restaurant menu.
      - How many people here do you think are convinced I'm your sugar baby? - she attempted to break the ice, her little mischievous smile as she looked at him over the menu. Bucky laughed at this, looking around before looking back at her.
      - Probably no one. If you were my sugar baby, your dress would fit you properly.
      - Hey! - she playfully kicked him under the table. - This is Marc Jacobs.
      - You wore that dress for your interview to be Sadie's au pair.
      - That was ... a while ago. I had just started at graduate school.
      - You had these really funny bangs and you used to carry around all of these really colourful notebooks.
      - Yeah the breakup bangs. - she giggled. - You know, I had just cut them the night before and I cried so much when I woke up because I thought they would ruin the interview.
      - Maybe your true calling is being a hairstylist.
      - If I don't pass, then it may be an avenue.
      - You really think you're not gonna pass your VIVA? C'mon, you're the smartest person I know.
      - You're just saying that so I'll end up in your bed tonight.
      - Uh, no, if I wanted you to end up in your bed tonight, I wouldn't need flattery. Just fifteen minutes alone with you in the restaurant bathroom and my hands.
She opened her mouth to respond back but immediately closed it, not sure of how to exactly answer to that. She'd heard stories, she knew he was right ... heck, she had experienced it just last night and she had to admit the idea of it was not entirely off putting.
      - Don't change the subject.
      - You changed the subject first, doll. - he shrugged. - You're the only person I know that doesn't believe you.
      - I don't wanna talk about it, Sergeant.
      - Bucky.
      - What if I prefer Sergeant?
      - Darling, you can call me whatever the hell you like, as long as you're calling me.
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buckybarnesandmarvel · 19 days ago
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𝐌𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫
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pairings: sebastian stan x reader
warnings: just fluff fluff fluff!
summary: you drag seb out of bed to see the geminids meteor shower
a/n: i’m so obsessed with space and knowing seb was a space nerd too makes it so much better lmaoo
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"Seb. Psst. Sebby. Baby. Seb. Seb. Seb."
Sebastian groaned next to you, bringing a hand up to rub his face.
"Baby. What? Are you okay? What time is it?"
“Like... 1am, but c’mon, c’mon, c’mon!”
“And why, may I ask do you want me to get out of bed at 1am?”
You give him a look, to which he looks confused, before his face lit up in an instant.
“Wait. That’s now?”
“Yes!”
Without another moment of hesitation, Sebastian threw the covers off, and threw on a t-shirt. You laughed at how eager he was, but you also relished his happiness, taking in joy from the happy, childlike smile on his face.
The two of you had bought a telescope after you had moved in together, what with both of you being space nerds. You were fascinated by space since you were younger and it was something that connected you and Sebastian immediately when you guys first met and from then on, the two of you enjoyed the night sky together.
You had found out about the geminids meteor shower from a tiktok, you and Seb immediately made plans to watch it, not wanting to miss out on the amazing opportunity.
It was December, so the weather was cool, and you trembled slightly from the breeze before Sebastian engulfed you in a warm hug from behind. December usually meant snow and fog and clouds and rain but luckily, the sky was clear so you had a good view of the stars above.
Sebastian stood behind you, rocking back and forth on his feet. His hands were on your hips as he took in the view of the vast blackness around him. The cars below were less frequent, only a few passing by. The neighbours’ lights were off, except for the odd one or two. The darkness on the streets gave an even clearer view of the sky, and for that, you were grateful.
Suddenly you say one strike across the painted black sky, disappearing almost as quickly as it appeared. You laughed in shock and turned to Seb who had a mirroring facial expression, full of joy and wonder. 15 minutes went by, just seeing the odd one or two before the meteorites came down quicker, in silver progressive slashes in the night. Your eyes lit up and you gasped, gripping Sebastian’s forearm tightly in excitement. He smiled widely and hooked the arm around your waist pulling you closer to him.
"Did you bring your phone? He whispered, his warm breath against your neck and ear a nice contrast to the cool weather.
You nodded and fumbled with getting your phone out of your pocket, your eyes never leaving the sky. You handed it to him and only broke your gaze from the magical phenomenon when you realised he was done taking pictures of the sky and was now angling the phone camera to you.
Your cheeks heated up, still noticeable in the dark atmosphere and you laughed. Sebastian smiled, looking into your eyes with so much love as he placed a passionate kiss to your lips.
“My angel,” he whispered against your lips. “Make a wish.“
The two of you parted and turned to look at the ongoing scene, the shooting stars falling gracefully. You closed your eyes and made a wish for everlasting happiness between you and the love of your life and you felt Sebastian squeeze your interlocked fingers. You opened your eyes again, only for them to widen as you watched the strikes slow down, transitioning to the next act. Snowflakes fluttered down from the dark abyss, mixing beautifully with the last few falls of the meteorites and in that moment, taking in all the beauty around you, including the most handsome man in the world (in your opinion) you couldn’t help but want to stay there forever.
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please, i need a space nerd
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sebastiansluts · 2 years ago
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I don't know if you've written one but mean!Bucky stimulates reader's clit with showerhead until it's swollen, edging reader until she's crying and then making her cum multiple time only with the showerhead on her clit
What about mean daddy seb punishing your kitty with a shower head until it's puffy and swollen then continue the punishment with pussy spanking until you squirt all over the place?
Combining these two asks into one!
Bucky Barnes x Reader, Sebastian Stan x Reader; bondage, water/showerhead use, clit play, clit torture, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, mean!bucky
ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON’T LIKE, DON’T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+
"Fuck! Bucky, Seb, please, just a little break, just a minute? Just th-thirty seconds," you begged, laying propped up against the back of the tub, arms tied behind you, legs thrown over the edges. Bucky shook his head, grinning wickedly as he adjusted the showerhead, making the stream even more powerful where it was pointed directly at your clit.
You screamed, your legs immediately trying to close, but your calves were held apart by Sebastian, kneeling behind the tub, keeping you spread open, forced to take the pain and pleasure. Your back arched, and another scream escaped you, Bucky turning the showerhead a smidge to the side and changing where your clit was being tortured.
"Bucky! Daddy, please!" you yelled, throat aching nearly as much as your cunt and clit, your veins on fire and tears streaming down your cheeks. He had been doing this for ages now, it felt like hours, of your clit being stimulated by the water, first as a gentle rainfall, before slowly, turn by turn, changing into an intense jet stream. Bucky never let up, keeping it ever moving, circling, tighter and tighter until it was just pointed directly at your clit. And Sebastian kept your legs forced apart, whispering filth in your ear the whole time, praises and degradation, everything to keep you spiraling higher and higher, but never letting you come. You were sobbing, writhing in your bonds, doing anything you could to release the fire inside you.
"Alright, alright, doll, you wanna come so bad? I'll make you come, make you wish you hadn't wanted it," Bucky threatened, and pulled the showerhead down, dragging the water along your exposed cunt and blasting you before bringing it right back to your clit, making you howl as you came explosively, your clit swollen and throbbing, your cunt actually pulsing.
You couldn't draw a breath, wind knocked out of you with the force of your orgasm, your body locked up and jerking, your mouth hanging open.
"That's one," Bucky grinned meanly, turning the spray up, a shock running through your body and making you inhale finally, only to scream it back out as you came again.
"There's two," Sebastian laughed, watching the tears run down your face almost as fast as the water leaving the showerhead. You sobbed, wriggling desperately, trying to get away, but you couldn't, his arms wrapped around your legs, forcing you to lay there and take it all.
"That's it baby, c'mon, fuckin' gimme another," Bucky demanded, turning the water to a stuttering jet, making you tense up as your clit was hammered over and over.
You wailed, head dropped back against Sebastian's shoulder, hanging over it as you tried to lift up, but Bucky just followed you with the sprayer, always keeping your clit in the stream.
After you came two more times, Bucky finally turned the water back to a gentle rainfall, but you were so overstimulated that even that was too much, setting you off again. He and Sebastian chuckled as you cried, body shaking with sensation. The water dripped off and you sobbed, body going limp.
Bucky came over and inspected between your legs, admiring your swollen clit and pussy. "Lookit that doll, finally got you big and plump. But we're not done with you, not yet."
Bucky took over holding your legs in front of you, keeping them spread wide and draped over the tub, while Sebastian readjusted behind you, sitting up higher on his knees. He reached over you, tweaking your nipples quickly, making you yelp and glare as Bucky laughed.
Sebastian reached your aching pussy, smoothing his hand over it, rubbing your throbbing clit with his palm. "Think you can count these out baby?" he asked, and without another word he slapped your cunt.
You howled, fresh tears springing to your eyes as you lurched forwards, Bucky having to actually do something now to keep your legs from closing, Sebastian pulling you back against the tub.
You panted, catching your breath from the incredible sting racing through you. "O-one," you managed, and Bucky and Sebastian shared a dark grin.
"Oh no, baby, you weren't supposed to be able to count. That means Bucky didn't make you come enough. Guess it's up to Daddy, now," Sebastian whispered in your ear, slapping your pussy again, harder, before building a quick pace that was too fast for you to count, your breaths being punched out of you with each slap to your cunt.
You were drooling, mouth hanging open as you cried, your face a mess, and still Bucky and Sebastian cooed that you were such a pretty girl, finally taking your punishment like a good girl.
Every muscle in your body was tensed, and suddenly there was this total release- you squirted and your body went through waves of pleasure, locking up before going loose.
Your head drooped forwards, sagging against the tub when Sebastian finally stopped. "Beautiful doll, lookit that red cunt," Bucky groaned, and Sebastian hummed, agreeing as he forced you to sit forwards, holding a mirror so you could look down at your pussy. It was bright red and swollen, clit puffy and throbbing.
"Atta girl, and it only took til you squirted to get there- now we know for next time," Sebastian said, laughing as you heaved a sigh, knowing there would in fact be a next time. He and Bucky let you go, untying your arms and helping you stand, quickly rinsing you and the tub off, before Bucky lifted you into his arms, carrying you to the bedroom where he sat you on the bed, where you curled up with your head in his lap, Sebastian laying in front of you, stroking your hair.
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