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[x-ladyathena-x]

In the Shadow of His Memory

Chapter 2–The Rhythm of a Broken Heart

Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Warnings: graphic violence, morally grey sebastian, morally grey reader, angst, fluff, alcohol

Word count: 1k

Summary: It's been 10 years since you were faced with that awful decision: turn Sebastian in for casting an unforgivable curse or lie for him.

You chose to lie for him and take his secrets to your grave, but that wasn't enough-the authorities found out soon after and Sebastian went on the run.

You never stopped loving him and when an unexpected visitor arrives in your home in the dead of night, you realize he never stopped loving you either.

—————

It had been days since your encounter at the acromantula den and your mysterious rescue. Nothing, not even a bump in the night had happened since.

The injury on your head had healed enough to remove the bandage and you were able to diminish the cut with a simple healing charm.

Your footsteps echoed on the cobblestone street and you pulled your bright emerald overcoat tight into yourself as the January wind cut cold down to your bones.

The road into Hogsmead was a short one, but you'd be happy when you reached the Hogshead Saloon's warm interior.

Darkness had long since fallen but even though it was still early in the evening, the streets were unusually sparse of pedestrians.

The after work crowd was your busiest rush on nights that you bartended. You didn't mind though, especially tonight. You needed to get your mind off of what happened the other night or you'd drive yourself mad trying to make sense of it.

The fact of the matter was, it didn't make sense, and you should've been scared, but at the same time a thrill shot through you at the idea that someone scooped you up at your most vulnerable and deposited you back into the safety of your home.

You drug your hand over your face and groaned. What was wrong with you.

The brass bell afixed to the front entry of the Hogshead tinkled when you entered. Your coworker Darius waved hello from behind the bar before going back to pouring pints of ale.

Once your coat and purse were stowed in the break room on a mounting hook, you tied a stained cotton apron around your waist and joined Darius up front.

"Light crowd tonight," Darius remarked.

"Don't jinx it."

"Sorry," Darius threw up his hands jokingly, "where you been lately, anyway?"

"Just needed a few days off."

"You okay?" He asked with concern.

"Fine," you dismissed the topic with a wave of your hand and looked at the two new customers that slid into the open seats in front of you at the bar.

"Double fire whisky." One said in a raspy voice.

"House ale," the second requested.

His voice made you pause, but you shook it off. It had been a long week.

You poured and served the whiskey first. The patron took it and went over to a group at a nearby table. You'd assumed the two Men arrived together but it seemed the second man was alone.

Foam sloshed onto the bar top as you placed the ale in front of the hooded guest. Not unusual for Hogshead goers to dress incognito.

The man reached out for the pint and his hand brushed your fingers, "thank you, Love."

Electricity jolted through your body and you felt like your heart would beat out of your chest.

You excused yourself to the back and gripped the wall trying to catch your breath. It was nothing new to be called a pet name by your male clientele, in fact it was downright common, but "Love" in that voice. Damn if that didn't sound exactly like him.

But that was impossible. He wouldn't be here in the middle of Hogsmead Village on a Thursday night where anyone could spot him.

However...

That voice had been haunting your dreams for near a decade. You'd know it anywhere, anytime.

You mustered up your courage and walked back out but the hooded patron was gone.

"That's for you," Darius called, hoisting an ice bucket over his shoulder. He pointed at the bar top where a shiny gold galleon lay.

You stared at it.

"Cloaked guy left it for you. Maybe I'll get lucky later and get a 500% tip too," Darius joked.

The night wore on and you couldn't stop thinking about the moment your hands touched with the hooded man. You hadn't felt a magical connection like that since, well—

You didn't want to think about it.

Though your time at Hogwarts was bursting with joyful memories, it was also a time when you began to dabble in things that ought not to be dabbled in.

At least not by polite society.

He had introduced you to many things. Many abilities. And when the two of you were working in tandem, it was, well, electric.

The two of you fed each other's powers in a way you'd never known before or since. Everything about Sebastian made you better, more powerful, and visa versa.

The power and passion grew between the two of you and it was addicting. He was addicting. And so was everything he had to offer.

He would've killed for you. He did kill for you. Had Sebastian not ended Solomon, Solomon's curse would've hit you and it would've been your body being carried out of the Scriptorium in a bag, not Solomon's.

Your body worked of its own accord as you lost yourself in memories, until you were sharply brought back to reality when you pumped the tap for ale and nothing but air spewed out.

"Be right back," you called over your shoulder to Darius.

A lone candle burned on the wall as you descended the staircase to the cellar. Water dripped from somewhere overhead, and the sound of mice scurrying over the stone floor made you look around.

"Lumos," you lit you wand and placed it between your teeth while you untethered a fresh keg from the wall.

Feet scurried across the floor, but this time it wasn't mice. It was something big.

"Whose there?" You spun around, shining your wand light into the dark corner of the cellar.

Fear held your stomach in knots as you saw the fringes of a tattered cloak hidden behind crates of inventory.

"Show yourself," you commanded. "I'm not above blasting curses first and asking questions later."

A familiar but somewhat deeper chuckle echoed through the cellar. And a tall, brown haired man emerged from the shadows. The wand light danced over his angular and freckled face, "that's the you I remember."

You froze.

"Need any help with at keg?" Darius' voice called from the top of the cellar stairs making you jump and look over your shoulder, but when you looked back to the crates, no one was there. He was gone.

"No." You called back to Darius while staring at the place Sebastian had been standing, "i got it."

[buckrecs]

𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙘 𝙧𝙚𝙘 : 𝙅𝙖𝙣𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙮 1

masterlist | monthly fic rec masterlist

This is a monthly Bucky Barnes oneshot fic rec that i’m going to update every time I read a new fic!

FLUFF

too shy? by @arigatouiris

loving him was red by @mediocre-daydreams

New Year’s Day by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

Throwing Pillows by @writingcroissant

first name basis by @baroquebucky

Affection by @cloudybarnes

Baby Fever by @printedpeterparker

you by @lovelybarnes

Feelin’ Sick by @hellfiresangel

Alpha!Bucky by @angrythingstarlight

Back to School Night by @believeitseeitdoit

The Ask Out by @delaber

Five Times You’d Put Bucky’s Breath Away by @sebabestianstan101

“Why is she wearing my hoodie?” by @writing-soldiers

In Secret by @bi-disaster-yn

baby by @ugh-supersoldiers

The Barista and the Novelist by @/ugh-supersoldiers

I Love Drunk Me by @loving-barnes

Stuck by @bucky-at-bedtime

Your Touch by @marvelettesassemblenow

You’re A What Now? by @floatingpetals

for b. by @imagine-docx (Chubby!Bucky)

To The Rescue by @ghostofskywalker

Your Age Is Showing by @floatingpetals

Posies by @buckyalpine

Just A Little CrPush by @sidepartskinnyjeans

ANGST

Back to Where We Started by @hopelessromantic423

A million invisible threats by @bitsandbobsandstuff (Winter Soldier!Bucky)

Need You Like Water by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

Good Cop, Bad Cop by @buckys-bitchhh (Dad!Bucky)

A Good Thing by @vanderlustwords (Mob!Reader)

Rats by @iwillbeinmynest (Enhanced!Reader)

ephemeral by @earlgreydream (Winter Soldier)

Back Again by @delaber

Let Yourself Be Human by @subwaysurf45

Nerves by @wicked-mind

interested by @/imagine-docx (College!Bucky)

Losing You by @watchmegetobsessed

SMUT

Keep your eyes on the road (aka an unexpected sex pollen adventure) by @bitsandbobsandstuff

I’ve Got You by @sweeterthanthis

‘Tis the Damn Season by @sweeterthanthis

Flash Bang by @crushedbyhyperbole

Reunions and Birthdays by @law-nerd (Chubby!Baker!Bucky)

In Your Arms by @sleepypanda27

it’s really you (on my mind) by @heavysoldat (Best Friend’s Brother!Bucky)

Feel You by @x-ladyathena-x

Live Stream by @/buckyalpine

no other place i’d rather be by @bonky-n-steeb

Unfortunately Yours by @weepingvoidpenguin

I Love You by @ugh-supersoldiers

Perv by @kinanabinks (Best Friend!Bucky)

What We’ve Been Missing by @buckysho

Best Friends? Nah. by @/wicked-mind (Biker!Bucky)

Paper Thin Walls by @/watchmegetobsessed

Bubble Baths by @/floatingpetals

[legacyfics-archive]

Sebastian Sallow SFW - Volume 3

Third Volume for Sebastian Sallow x MC/Reader archive, this list is all SFW works. More volumes coming soon. Not seeing your fic here? Send me an ask/message with a link so I can get it added!

Oneshots

11 + 22 - @seabass-swallows

A Fine Line Between Love and Hate - @msfantasy

a guy like you should wear a warning - @shadowtriovibes

A Misunderstanding - @sybwss

Amortentia is one hell of a drink - @msfantasy

before the origin of love - @shadowtriovibes

Birthday Lunches in Feldcroft - @msfantasy

Butterflies Pt 3 (first parts linked on fic) - @sebswebs

-> Butterflies Pt 4 - @sebswebs

Citrus Kisses - @sybwss

Come Home - @applinsandoranges

dance in a storm in my best dress - @shadowtriovibes

Dress Code - @in-class-daydreams

Do it Like a Girl - @awkwardauthorwrites

Enchantress - @msfantasy

Help a Homie Out? - @msfantasy

"i feel your absence in everything that i do alone, in every place i go without you." - @sebswebs

is it too late to call you mine? - @talesofesther

It Will Always Be You - @myrachondria

it's a sign of the times - @shadowtriovibes

jealousy, you got me somehow - @shadowtriovibes

Just another adventure, right? - @animasola86

Labours of Love - @in-class-daydreams

Made for Each Other - @sybwss

Pig - @applinsandoranges

Prove yourself to me - @hannahlikeso741

rumor has it - @shadowtriovibes

Sebastian x MC oneshot - @lovelivecat

Somebody else - @awkwardauthorwrites

the deathday party - @shadowtriovibes

The Devil Doesn't Bargain - @awkwardauthorwrites

the potioneer's apprentice - @shadowtriovibes

the waves won't break my boat - @shadowtriovibes

these little numbers - @shadowtriovibes

Unbecoming - @msfantasy

Wildest Dreams - @awkwardauthorwrites

-> Wildest Dreams Pt 2 - @awkwardauthorwrites

-> Wildest Dreams Epilogue - @awkwardauthorwrites

"You are everything. Everything. It's true." - @sebswebs

You Look Better In Green - @fierymiasma

-> And You Look Fetching in Yellow - @fierymiasma

Series

Diary of a Snake Lover - @animasola86

How could I ever forget you? - @sallowfae

In the Shadow of His Memory - @x-ladyathena-x

King of My Heart - @in-class-daydreams

Old wounds hurt - @hannahlikeso741

The Shadows of His Love - @xreaderbooks

Under 1k

In the Depths of His Obsession - @myrachondria

In the Shadow of Flippancy - @in-the-shadow-of-the-blog

"you are all i can think about" - @spaceyaceface

Headcannons

Slytherin reader - @spencerreidiculous

[bunnywritesmarvel]

Hi! Happy Saturday… So, I just can’t stop thinking about how Dean Winchester always puts on a big show in front of everyone about how tough and hardened he is to the whoa’s of the world but when he cuddles in bed next to his girl at night, he likes her to hold him and comfort him. He might cry, but only when she’s the only one to see it. They take turns fucking each other into the mattress because the highs and lows of relinquishing and retaking control thrills him to no end. When she kisses him he feels like he can truly be himself and feel at peace because that’s something he doesn’t get a lot of in his life. 🙈 sorry this turned more angsty than slutty but I’m a slut for a sad boy 😂

dean is so fucking passionate in bed oh my lord 😭😭 he has so much pent up emotion and it all comes out when hes fucking you 🥺

join slutty saturday!

[s-123-dont-know]

Bucky Barnes Fic Recs

Fic Rec Masterlist

Last update May 15, 2022

A list of some of the fics I have read in my time on tumblr.

(ᵂᶦˢʰ ᴵ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ˢᵃʸ ᶠᵒʳ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸ ᶠᶦᶜ, ᴵ'ᵐ ʲᵘˢᵗ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ʷᶦᵗʰ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ, ˢᵒʳʳʸ. ᴶᵘˢᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᴵᶠ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵃʳᵉ ʰᵉʳᵉ ᶦᵗ'ˢ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᴵ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸ ᵗʰᵉᵐ :⁾)

Series

Just one kiss by @sarahwroteathing (Definitely one of my favourites on this site. You won't regret reading this)

A world of our own by @shreddedparchment (Never read something like this and I really love it. Will be re reading this soon)

Nothing to despair by @bvccy (Another one of my absolutely favourite)

Russian roulette by Offcast (on Ao3)

Safe with me by @bitsandbobsandstuff

Almost had me believing it by @tuiccim (I think this is the first series I started reading so is a bit especial :')

Atrophile by @all1e23 (This series is just too cute)

Eye for an eye; Yours to wield

by @sinner-as-saint

The match by @babyboibucky

We'll meet again by @coffeecatsandcandles

For love by @moonbeambucky

Barnes Barnes & Barnes by @imaginedreamwrite (If you know other fics like this about different realities an universe feel free to leave it on the notes ���)

Masterlist by @wkemeup (Couldn't decided which one so I picked the whole masterlist)

Beneath the milky twilight by @babiebucky

The chosen one by @drabblewithfrannybarnes

With this ring by @barnesjamcs

Call me when you want by @bonky-n-steeb

One-Shots

When it all falls apart by @bucky-bucket-barnes (it's one of the most beautiful and heart breaking fics I've read 🥺)

Learning to accept by @multi-stann

The knowing by @buckycuddlebuddy (😭😭😭 that's all I have to say)

Winter baby by @scrumptious-delusion (Bucky is too adorable in this one)

Looped by @softlybarnes

Dog tags by @buckysknifecollection

Dimensional pain by @tuiccim (I really, really like this one :)

Just a little taste @angrythingstarlight (🥵)

Feel you by @x-ladyathena-x (🥺)

Strangers in the night by @sugarpplum

This one by @bvccy (That I still can't believe doesn't have a second part)

Buttoned up by @disturbedbydesign (Just 🔥)

Home where I belong by @hellotherekenobi

Mine by @irndad

Chronon by @invisibleanonymousmonsters

The sins of the father by @sunmoonandbucky

Waking up call by @starshipsofstarlord

Victim behind the gun @seventven

Open your eyes by @heloisedaphnebrightmore

🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪

Don't forget to check these writers' masterlists. ❤️

ᵂᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵈᵉᶠᶦⁿᶦᵗᵉˡʸ ᵃᵈᵈ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᶠᶦᶜˢ ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᴵ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᴵ ᶠᵒʳᵍᵒᵗ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳˢ ᴵ ʷᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᶦⁿᶜˡᵘᵈᵉ. ᴹʸ ᵐᵉᵐᵒʳʸ ᶦᵗ'ˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉˢᵗ.

[clydethesnail]

Recommended

last updated 24.07.23

(I mostly read for Bucky Barnes and Peter Parker so the majority of the recommendations are about them)

Key : fluff - (f), angst - (a), smut - (s), favourite - ❀

Steve Rogers

Protect and Serve - summary: you’re the daughter of a powerful mafia boss and you’re set in your stubborn ways, but your new bodyguard has other plans for you. by @buckyseternal (f)(s)

Steve - Summary: Steve’s never had a blowjob and could you really consider yourself a friend if you didn’t suck his dick? by @assembletheimagines (f)(s)

Speakeasy - Summary: When Tony Stark insists on hosting a themed party, you find yourself in the shoes of a 1920′s role with all the other Avengers. But what happens when you spot the Avenger you’d been harboring a crush on? by @beautifulbuckys (f)❀

Bucky Barnes

Traditions - Summary: Out for the night on your wedding anniversary with Bucky you both come back to Stark Tower to continue your fun night of traditions. by @saiyanprincessswanie (f)(s)

Safe part 1, part 2 - summary: Bucky saves you from Hydra and he knows better than anyone how they treat their assets... by @buckyalpine (f)(a)(s)❀

Yours - summary: A new girl joins the team, and gets a little too close to Bucky for your liking. by @cherrypickertheory (f)(a)(s)

Unfortunately Yours - summary: When you and Bucky successfully infiltrate a HYDRA auction, you’re told to stay another day due to max capacity on the jet. But how are you going to survive a night alone with this insufferable Super Soldier? Especially considering the miniscule size of the room and the obvious dilemma presented; who gets the bed? by @weepingvoidpenguin (f)(a)(s)❀

Fake It Till You Make It - fake dating to lovers. by @buckyalpine (f)

Baby Boy - mommy kink!Bucky x reader by @buckyalpine (s)

the barnes au masterlist - summary: bucky barnes has settled down, living a beatiful home in new orleans with his wife, a former avenger. these are the different stories of how they navigate being superheroes, spouses, and parents. by @agentofkrypton (f)(a)(s)❀

my favourites of the series:

▸field trip (f)

▸happy wife, happy life (f)

▸summer mornings (f)(s)

▸milf (f)

▸condoms (f)

Try A Little Tenderness - by @tuiccim (f)(s)

Drunk on You - summary: Bucky has always been nervous around you. When he’s tasked with caring for you after a night of heavy drinking and suddenly you’re kissing him, Bucky doesn’t know what to do. You couldn’t possibly want him sober, right? by @wkemeup (f)

Sky Full of Song (series) - summary: Despite the bitter resentment of the crew, you found a home on Captain Barnes’ ship; on the ocean where you belonged, at the side of a captain you swore loyalty and heart to. But when course is plotted for a legendary island, the secret that has kept you alive for years is threatened to be revealed. by @wkemeup (f)(a)(s)❀

the sins of the father - summary: You were nothing more than the Siren, the She-Demon of the Seas.  At least, that’s what you thought. by @sunmoonandeddie (f)(a)(s)❀

Feel You - Summary: (One Shot) Bucky is in dire need of comfort, and he only wants it from one person, YOU! by @x-ladyathena-x (f)(a)(s)

deadweight [1], deliverance [2]- summary: His heart dropped clear through his stomach when he saw her. Strapped to a chair in the far corner of the room that hadn’t quite been visible from his spot on the wall, head lolling to the side, a small pool of blood forming at her feet. Bloodied wrists and ankles held fast with shackles to the arms and legs of the chair. Her face so ghostly pale it was almost translucent. by @loving-bucky-is-easier (f)(a)(s)❀

in the right hands - summary: Bucky couldn’t tear his eyes from her lips, from the frost melting into teardrops on her eyelashes, from her slack face that seemed like the life was being drawn straight out of it with every wavering breath. Blue lips were supposed to go with twinkling eyes and sticky fingers and half a headache from being in the sun too long. by @loving-bucky-is-easier (f)(a)

Beefy!Librarian!Bucky x Female!Reader by @bucky-barnes-diaries (s)

pretty woman, this is me trying (series) - summary: Bucky Barnes does not like to be touched. He’s completely ready to live a distant life and give up when the time is right. Until Stark hires him his own personal pretty woman. Over time, Bucky Barnes begins to learn how to touch again. How to feel again. How to love himself again. by @captainsimagines (f)(a)(s)

Echoes of the Past (series) - summary: Bucky’s gone again, leaving you and Steve to regroup. Finding Bucky seems impossible, and the relentless memories don’t make things easier. One thing that scares you the most is who you might find when you’re reunited after 70 years. Has Hydra destroyed you and Bucky beyond repair? by @wizardofrozz (f)(a)(s)

we can't stop, we're enemies - summary: After the events of the last battle against Thanos, you teamed up with Sam and Bucky to carry on your superhero duties. You got along with Sam just fine, he was a really good friend to you. Bucky however, was not. From constant banters, to unnecessary hand-to-hand combat, to purposely getting each other in trouble during risky missions, to being the main cause of Sam’s migraines; it was safe to say that you and Bucky considered yourselves to be each other’s nemesis. Although that soon changes when, courtesy of your silly banters, a certain mission goes slightly wrong - one which involves strong chemicals which, unbeknownst to you, were designed to mess with the brain and hormones, thus encouraging the need to breed and procreate amongst all those who inhale it... by @sinner-as-saint (f)(s)

Stuck Wit U (series) - summary: You and Bucky don’t get along. Your fights have become too destructive so Tony and Steve decide that enough is enough. by @slyyywriting (f)(a)(s)

Assured by Dreams (series) - summary: Sir James had been tasked with one assignment and one assignment only: give you protection, even if he has to die for it. When your kingdom falls under siege from the East, and you’re ripped away from the comfortability of banquets, feasts and glittering tiaras, it’s up to him to save your life, and up to you to trust him. Only, Sir James never had falling in love with his princess written in his plan for salvation. by @sergeantxrogers (f)(a)(s)

Team Bucky - summary: your secret relationship with Bucky slips out. Everyone else in the compound is happy for you both but your brother - or really your grandfather - is not pleased at all, all you can do is try and live normally with Bucky and attempt to fix things with Steve. by @subwaysurf45 (f)(a)(s)

Look At Me - summary: She never expected to fall so deeply for Sergeant James "Bucky" Barnes, what with his skirt-chasing tendencies and cocky personality. Except how was she to know war would change everything she thought she wanted? Suddenly, she wanted him. by @rosepetalsinwinter (f)(a)

Bucky Barnes x reader fwb - by @buckyalpine (f)(a)(s)❀

you were mine just yesterday - summary: It's been a while since your break up with Bucky happened, but you're still not over him. You try to move on, go out, and have fun with your friend, Steve, but you end up in the same bar you two went to often. It also just happens that Bucky is there too, with Natasha by his side. It doesn't take long for you two to end up getting into old habits. by @notafunkiller and @marvelouslizzie

Finally - summary: Bucky and you have a hard time staying away from each other. And though you try to push him away, every time he finds you again, the universe finds a new way to pull you apart. by @adrinktostopyourthirst

Pragma(tic) (series) - summary: In a world where the old gods never truly died, you must learn to navigate your way through the ups and downs of immortality. And if living forever wasn’t hard enough, an ancient evil is now threatening to break free after centuries of silence. And as if that still wasn’t hard enough for you, now a pesky and infuriatingly handsome god is trying to wedge his way into your life. Gods, work, love, and conflict—what more could a goddess need? [Hades & Persephone AU] by @delicatelyherdreams

Bucky Barnes x Reader - summary: After a date night out with Bucky as you explore your new relationship, you unintentionally wind up taking your makeout session a little too far. Quickly you learn it's been far too long since Bucky has had a partner. by @softevnstan

You're Stuck with Me - summary: When you find out your boyfriend's cheating on you with his best friend, you immediately tell Bucky Barnes about the affair and propose revenge sex. by @notafunkiller and @marvelouslizzie

Just Perfect - summary: A rather dreadful Christmas party at S.H.I.E.L.D takes a turn for the better (and frankly therapeutical) when Bucky Barnes shows you that your self-deprecating thoughts about your body might not be as objective as you thought. by @goodgirlofglory

Peter Parker

fine line [series] - summary: there’s a fine line between love and hate, and you and Peter dance it on a regular basis. by @waitimcomingtoo (f)(a)

Rogers: The Musical - summary: things get awkward when you and the team watch Rogers: The Musical and they take some creative liberties. by @waitimcomingtoo (f)

cardigan - peter parker x singer! reader by @mediocre-daydreams (f)

flirty bully coming your way - Summary: Midtown organizes a school trip at Stark Industries' where the one and only Y/N Stark decides to teach a lesson to Peter's bully. by @fool-who-dreams (f)

colors part 1, part 2 - deaf!Peter Parker x popular!reader by @waitimcomingtoo (f)(a)❀

secret language - summary: a study in the silence that comes when two people understand each other. by @waitimcomingtoo (f)(a)❀

just out of touch part 1, part 2 - Summary: Midtown’s Academic Decathlon team managed to score a field trip to the one and only Stark Industries Headquarter located in Stark Tower, leaving behind a Peter Parker who was not allowed to join for “faking” documents regarding SI internship. In a strike of fortune (or unluckiness) for the team, they had Tony Stark’s own daughter to guide their tour. And she was not happy. by @clara-licht (f)❀

school trip - by @slutfornat (f)

Pants on Fire - summary: You bump into Peter during a class field trip to Stark Towers after Flash convinces everyone that Peter is lying about his internship. by @waitimcomingtoo (f)

Nerds 1.0 - summary: AU where Peter is a high school AP Physics teacher and Y/N is the Anatomy teacher and all their students ship them but they’re too awkward to notice the other one crushing on them, so the students take it into their own hands. by @toxicbuckys (f)

Polaroids - summary: May gets Peter a camera for his birthday, and ever since then he can’t stop taking pictures of you. He always kept them in a box in his room, but one day someone finally finds them. by @spideyyeet (f)(s)

Viral - summary: peter and the reader kinda go viral on tik tok bc they make like couple videos but they’re like being rlly stupid in them, and they’re both avengers but people don’t know that, until they post a tik tok with like half the avengers and everyone is like wtf lmao. by @spideyyeet (f)

Slash

Give Me A Chance - Summary: You’ve made your biggest mistake, falling in love with your brother's friend who would never like you back. Or so you think. by @lost-in-the-80s (f)

Duff McKagan

it all started with a white lie - by @classicrockcafe (f)(a)❀

Izzy Stradlin

names - by @petals-and-bullets (f)(s)

the wedding - Summary: Your brother's wedding has arrived, without having a boyfriend, you invite Izzy, your best friend, to be your date. by @lost-in-the-80s (f)(s)

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

I am challenging all of you lovely people to write the most remarkable, fabulous, amazing, wonderful crossover you can imagine.

For this challenge, you will write a crossover fic featuring the MCU + one other fandom of your choice. This can include placing MCU characters in another universe, or bringing together characters from different fandoms in a single AU, or introducing characters from another fandom into the MCU itself. This is about creativity so feel free to get weird.

There are no limitations regarding fandoms, popular or niche, whatever, doesn’t matter. However, I have a few things I won’t accept for the challenge.

No underage, no incest, no scat/watersports, no beastiality, no animal death or abuse, no ddlg or infantilization. Please tag appropriately as a writer and readers, please mind the warnings.

The fics for this challenge are expected to be dark with smut optional but heavily encouraged. Tag all works with #darkcrossoverchallenge.

DEAD LINE: DECEMBER 31, 2021 (flexible)

You can choose from the following dialogue (two writers per prompt and only one per writer). Please submit your choice here (there will be an option for a first a second choice to account for any overlaps):

Prompts:

“I’m going to mark you up so they know how bad you are.”

“Better say it louder, honey, I might just start to care.”

“I don’t remember asking.” @lokislastlove

“This isn’t about you so sit down and shut up!”

“Did you really think you could be a fucking tease and get away with it?” @disturbedbydesign

“I told you to get on the bed, don’t make me take you outside.” @nekoannie-chan​

“Now! I won’t wait any longer.” @boxofbonesfic

“You know you’re in trouble, right?” @x-ladyathena-x

“That collar means you’re mine. It means you don’t look at or talk to anyone else.” @sinceimetyou @harper-emory-writes

“Say it again. I dare you.”

“The louder you scream, the harder I’ll spank/fuck you.”

“Did you just tell me to stop?” @onlyjamesbarnes

“A brat like you only understands one thing.” @barbersbrat

“This isn’t a negotiation.” @buckys-left-middle-finger

“You don’t get off without me.”

“You still feel it, don’t you? Even when I’m not inside of you.” @thefalconthatcriedwolf

“How does a naughty little thing like you look so sweet?” @floatingdaisy7

“You’ve been good, so you can choose which hole I use.” @@darksideofthecocoamoon

“Smile for the camera, sweetheart.”

“You can crawl.”

“We agreed, no touching.”

“These are my friends and friends share.” @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone @ambrosiase

“I don’t remember telling you to wear panties.”

“Sit in my lap and feel what you do to me.”

“I didn’t say you could cum.”

“I’m on break, get under the desk.”

“Show them how good you can be.” @slothspaghettiwrites

“You feel it, huh? The room’s spinning, you’re confused, you can’t even move.” @git-it-got-it-good

“I’m not jealous. I just don’t like sharing.”

“I hope we get caught.”

“I can see you right now… I like [colour], it looks nice on you.”

“Don’t fight it, it’ll only get worse.”@munstysmind

“Sit on it and don’t move.”

“We’re on a break, we didn’t break up.” @saiyanprincessswanie​

“We have a deal, I paid, so now it’s your turn.”

“Everyone’s asleep, they won’t know.” @gotnofucks

“Funny that you think I won’t find you.” @silver-tongued-bby

“I don’t care if you’re having fun, I am.”

“I don’t like you, I like using you.” @wadcwilson

“Where do you think you’re going?” @winter-soldier-101 @alicewonderao3

PLEASE USE THE FORM, NOT MY ASK BOX AS I DON’T WANT TO MISS ANY RESPONSES.

[x-ladyathena-x]

In the Shadow of his Memory

Chapter 1–Ghosts

Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Warnings: graphic violence, morally grey sebastian, morally grey reader, angst, fluff, alcohol

Word count: 927

Summary: It's been 10 years since you were faced with that awful decision: turn Sebastian in for casting an unforgivable curse or lie for him.

You chose to lie for him and take his secrets to your grave, but that wasn't enough-the authorities found out soon after and Sebastian went on the run.

You never stopped loving him and when an unexpected visitor arrives in your home in the dead of night, you realize he never stopped loving you either.

There it was again.

You sat bolt upright in bed, having been awoken again by some unexplained noise coming from outside your window.

It couldn't have been a pedestrian, you lived far enough away from the main Hogsmead foot traffic that it would've been unusual for someone to have accidentally wandered by your window.

Even tipsy patrons leaving The Three Broomsticks and wandering off the main road.

Carrot, your fluffy orange cat yawned and stretched out his front paws, also awoken, but for him, it was because you got out of bed and disrupted the blankets. He glared at you sleepily as you lit a candle and walked to the window.

Nothing but moonlight peered back at you from the small window and you felt like you were going crazy.

You sat back down on the edge of the bed and let your head drop into your hands. You'd been dreaming of him again.

Sebastian.

It had been 10 years since that night in the slytherin dormitory when Sebastian made his escape. 10 years since you watched the love of your life disappear, never to be seen again.

And he truly was the greatest love of your life. Sure other men had come and gone over the last few years. And there were even some that you'd cared deeply for, but no one that you would ever love like him.

The memory of Sebastian hung in your mind like a ghost that never gave you peace.

Because you knew he was still out there somewhere. If he'd have died, surely a body would've been recovered by now. And if he'd been arrested, they'd have plastered it all over the Daily Prophet.

No, he was alive, you could feel it.

Gravel crunched just outside your door and this time Carrot heard it too.

So, you weren't crazy. Someone or some thing really was out there.

You swung your house coat on over your thin cotton night gown and pulled it tight to stave off the cold air.

Embers from last evening's fire burned low in the hearth, but they weren't enough to warm the late night chill.

Carrot watched you retrieve the candle from your nightstand and walk to the door, your wand in your other hand and at the ready.

The door handle was cold in your hand, you could feel your heart hammering in your chest.

You took a deep breath and swung the door open wide with your wand raised.

Nothing.

There was no one or nothing there. Just the quiet empty street.

You sighed in relief but before you could close the door, Carrot darted outside.

"CARROT!" You hissed. "Get back here!"

But the cat was gone.

You groaned in aggravation, "Accio slippers."

Your house shoes flew into your hands and you slipped them on your feet as you ran out the door after the cat.

"Carrot!" You called as you watched his fluffy tail disappear into the forest.

The Forbidden Forest.

"Why?!" You complained as you ran after the cat.

"Accio."

"Levioso"

"Arresto Momentum"

Spell after spell danced passed the cat. Ugh magical companions and their abilities. If he didn't want to be caught, he wouldn't be.

"Arres— ow"

The smell of dirt and decaying leaves engulfed your senses as you found yourself face down on the forest floor.

You'd tripped over something.

Your hands dug into the soft ground as you pushed yourself up. To your horror, you realized it was a spiderweb that you'd gotten tripped up on.

The web was tangled around your ankle and before you could utter a word to free yourself, something sharp pierced your shoulder.

An acromantula venom dart.

The acromantula scuttled toward you as more of the enormous spiders burrowed up from the ground.

"Confringo!" You yelled, and a bright beam of red burst out of your wand and hit one of the spiders. The beam broke into two more beams and hit two of the others next to the first.

They flipped over onto their backs and screeched.

You managed to free your legs with incindio but by the time you stood, you were fully surrounded.

You hadn't faced this formidable of a foe since your time At Hogwarts. But that time you had help from—

It didn't matter. You could do this.

You cast spell after spell, including a few unforgivable curses, and the spiders fell one by one.

As you faced off with the final spider, you couldn't help but notice it was more intelligent than the others. It moved differently.

Almost as if it were being controlled?

No that couldn't be.

You raised your wand to deal the death blow but the spider was faster. It slung out its web onto a nearby tree limb, ripping the limb free and bringing it down on top of you.

Everything went black.

When you came to, you realized it was morning and you were back in your bed.

Back in your bed??

You sat up but your head ached where the limb had hit you.

As you reached up to inspect the wound, you felt a bandage covering it.

You ran to the nearest mirror and as sure as the sun shone, someone had dressed your wound and brought you back home.

Your slippers sat next to the front door, muddy, your house coat hung on its hook, ripped from the fight with the spiders. And Carrot lay curled at the foot of your bed sleeping soundly.

Who did this?

Whoever they were, must've left the same way they arrived:

Like a ghost.

[x-ladyathena-x]

In the Shadow of His Memory

Ch. 5–How Do You Need It

Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Warnings: graphic violence, morally grey sebastian, morally grey reader, angst, fluff, alcohol

Word Count: 772

Summary: It's been 10 years since you were faced with that awful decision: turn Sebastian in for casting an unforgivable curse or lie for him.

You chose to lie for him and take his secrets to your grave, but that wasn't enough-the authorities found out soon after and Sebastian went on the run.

You never stopped loving him and when an unexpected visitor arrives in your home in the dead of night, you realize he never stopped loving you either.

—————

"Aim there," Sebastian held your wand hand as he helped guide your aim to one of the multiple vases he'd placed among the ruins of an old castle.

The two of you were North of Hogwarts, hidden amid the Highland's rolling hills. He'd been helping you for several weeks now, honing in your spell work for battle and self protection.

You never knew when you'd run into a bandit camp of poachers or Ashwinders.

You still worked your bartending job at the Hogshead saloon, saving every penny you could before you and Sebastian left everything behind.

Sebastian still remained hidden from the rest of the world but you didn't mind it. You lived for the hidden moments you shared together in your cottage. Sebastian was yours. Only yours. He didn't belong to the world and the world wouldn't take him from you again.

His reassuring touch rekindled a fire in you, that you'd forgotten could exist. You'd find yourself staring at nothing while bartending while thoughts of yours and Sebastian's previous night together danced in your mind.

On your time off from work, Sebastian helped you with spell work, hidden out here, away from the lights of town and the castle. While Carrot kept guard.

The orange tabby loved Sebastian and had apparently made friends with him long before he'd revealed himself to you that night so many weeks ago at the Hogshead.

You stared at the vase Sebastian pointed you to and relaxed into him as he helped guide your hand.

You would've aimed at the vase regardless, but Sebastian was unable to keep his hands off of you, so you allowed him to adjust your aim.

"Confringo!" You shouted and the vase exploded into pieces.

"Excellent," Sebastian praised you, "now that you've shaken some of the rust off of your battle spells, how about we try something a little more... sinister." He smirked at you, "dare I say—unforgivable?" His eyes glimmered with the seduction of power.

You placed your hand on his waist and pulled him closer,"oh yeah?"

He stared down at you for a moment with possession written across his expression before cupping your face in his hands and kissing you deeply, intimately. Hungry.

You bit his lip a little harder than you meant to and Sebastian drew his head back. He ran his tongue over his full pink lips, wiping away the newly forming pearl of blood there.

"Hey now," he teased you, "if you were that excited to begin, you could've just said so."

Sebastian released you and took ten paces backward.

"Are you ready?" He asked you.

You nodded.

"Don't forget, you need to really mean it. You need to feel it, you need to want it." Sebastian stood tall and ready. No wand in his hand, he was at your complete and total mercy. Fully trusting in you and welcoming your spell.

He was handsome as he stood there amid the trees. Face cast half in shadow, half in the warm glow of the fire burning to keep the two of you warm.

"Crucio!"

Green light shot from your wand and hit Sebastian square in the chest. He cried out in agony. His knees buckled under him and his eyes closed with the pain.

You didn't relent.

You held him suspended in your crucio curse for 30 more long seconds before releasing him. He crumpled to the forest floor and you ran to his side.

You cradled his head in your lap and he reached for you. You held him for a long time while his breathing slowed. Sebastian clung to you, holding tight as if your very presence were the draught of life.

"Are you alright, my love?" You asked as you rocked him and held him tight to you.

His face was still twisted in residual pain, "you always find a way to bring me to my knees," he said sarcastically with a pained smirk, "I don't mind, though."

A sense of thrill shot through your body. This was the Sebastian you fell in love with all those years ago. The Sebastian that always remained ready and willing at your fingertips.

You laughed, "that's where you look the best, darling."

Sebastian laughed a pained laugh again, "you're making me blush."

"What do you need?" You asked him softly.

"Just you." He reached up and pulled your lips down to his.

Sitting there upon the cold earthen forest floor, surrounded by the woody scent of decaying leaves and cold air, you could feel the residual dark magic radiating off of him as your kiss deepened and you drank in the poison greedily.

[x-ladyathena-x]

In the Shadow of His Memory

Ch.6–Unforgiven

Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Warnings: graphic violence, morally grey sebastian, morally grey reader, angst, fluff, alcohol

Word count: 971

Summary: It's been 10 years since you were faced with that awful decision: turn Sebastian in for casting an unforgivable curse or lie for him.

You chose to lie for him and take his secrets to your grave, but that wasn't enough-the authorities found out soon after and Sebastian went on the run.

You never stopped loving him and when an unexpected visitor arrives in your home in the dead of night, you realize he never stopped loving you either.

—————

You awoke with a jolt to the the smell of smoke and the sounds of crashing glass.

"Expeliarmis"

"Petrificus Totalus"

"Stupify."

Spells shot through your windows flying in every direction. They narrowly missed you as you rolled to the floor and reached for your wand on the bedside table. You gripped your wand tight in your hand as you fired back an unending torrent of attack after attack.

The smoke was thick and making it hard to breathe. You coughed and wheezed while you frantically looked around for Sebastian, scared to call his name for fear of giving away your position from inside the cottage.

Who was out there? Why were they attacking? Was it because of Sebastian? How would they have known he was here, that you'd been housing a fugitive? Maybe the neighbors saw him?

It didn't matter. All you knew was that you were both fighting for your lives and that you'd do anything to protect yourself and him.

You grabbed a heavy cloak that'd fallen on the floor in the chaos and threw it over your shoulders along with a pair of boots that could stand up to the cold outside. This may be your only chance to dress for the weather before you had to run.

"Flipendo!"

Your heart soared. The flipendo spell wasn't cast by some random somebody outside. That was Sebastian's voice through the smoke. He was okay. He was still here with you.

You crawled across the floor toward where you heard his voice while shooting a few stray stupify spells over your shoulder and out the broken windows.

When he saw you through the smoke he reached for your hand and looked visibly relieved. He gripped your hand tight. You felt a pull behind your navel but nothing happened.

"They've warded the cottage against apparition," Sebastian whispered, unable to hide the panic in his voice. "It's gonna be okay," he tried to reassure you, "I'll get us out of here."

You nodded and kissed him, "I know you will."

The spells exploding all around you rained even heavier now.

"When I say go, we run." Sebastian told you in a low, confident voice.

"Bombarda!" He blew the door open.

Everything happened so fast it felt like a blur.

"Go!" Sebastian pulled you by the hand through the crowd of attackers. They all wore Ministry robes. Aurors.

You cast protego after protego blocking the oncoming torrent of spells while Sebastian cast a combination of purple and yellow blurs.

You worked off of one another, perfectly in sync, it was as if a magical current was flowing between the two of you where your hands were joined making the two of you more powerful together.

"Diffindo!"

A red spell shot by so close to your left shoulder, you could feel the heat coming off it. A spell like that so close to the left side of your chest could've killed you.

In an instant, the fear on Sebastian's face was replaced with the dark shadow of rage and hatred. He turned to your attacker.

"Avada Kedavra."

The words were spoken with conviction and resolve. Spoken absent of regret or remorse. There was a blinding green light and the auror dropped where he stood.

You and Sebastian disappeared into the woods and ran because your lives depended on it.

The first chance he got, Sebastian stopped and pulled you into his arms, "are you alright?" He asked. "Did you get hurt?"

"I'm okay," you told him, taking in his frantic expression. He was positively wild. Feral. "You saved me."

He pressed his forehead against yours, "we saved each other.

Voices and distant shouting echoed closer.

"What will we do?" You asked Sebastian feeling yourself beginning to panic.

Sebastian gripped your hand tight and brought it up to his lips. He pressed a soft kiss onto your knuckles, "we fight. To the death if we have to."

You felt a sense of resolve, "to the death." You agreed.

A red spell hit a tree just barely missing Sebastian. The two of you turned on the spot and began casting spells back.

The green light of the unforgivables mingled with the red, yellow, and purple of the other spells that Sebastian had been helping you with all these weeks.

You were skilled and so was he but it wasn't enough.

It quickly became very apparent that you were outnumbered and out matched. The two of you wouldn't be able to get out of this one.

Til the death

The phrase rang in your head.

Something came over you. You mustered up as much concentration as you could and a blue ring began growing around you.

"Don't do this." One of the aurors called to you. "Just step away from Sallow and we'll see to it you aren't tried by the Ministry."

You ignored the plea from the auror as the ring of power continued growing around you.

"If you do this, you'll never stop being hunted." The aurors warned one last time.

So be it.

Ancient magic burst out of you in a blinding white blue glow.

The aurors were leveled. As were many trees in the immediate vicinity.

"Which way do we go?" You frantically looked around you.

"This way." He pulled you by the hand, but you were dazed after expelling your ancient magic. "It's safe this way." Sebastian called to you never taking his eyes off the ground. Then you saw what he was looking at... footprints.

Tiny footprints. Tiny cat footprints leading you to safety.

Carrot.

The two of you jogged hand in hand down the path searing for safety.

You didn't know how long you'd have to run before you found it.

It would be okay though, as long as you and Sebastian were together.

And you'd fight together always.

Til death.

[x-ladyathena-x]

In the Shadow of His Memory

Chapter 3–Forgotten Words I Never Got to Say

Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Warnings: graphic violence, morally grey sebastian, morally grey reader, angst, fluff, alcohol

Word Count: 893

Tag list: @hellok1ttycake

Summary: It's been 10 years since you were faced with that awful decision: turn Sebastian in for casting an unforgivable curse or lie for him.

You chose to lie for him and take his secrets to your grave, but that wasn't enough-the authorities found out soon after and Sebastian went on the run.

You never stopped loving him and when an unexpected visitor arrives in your home in the dead of night, you realize he never stopped loving you either.

—————

The only sound you could hear all the way home was your heart hammering in your ears.

The remainder of your shift passed by in a blur. Every ring of the brass bell signifying another patron entering the Hogshead made your head snap up. You remained so alert, it was mentally exhausting. By the time your shift was over, you couldn't get out of there fast enough.

On the walk home, every sound made you glance over your shoulder, kept you on edge. He told you he'd come back for you, but after so much time had passed, you began doubting his promise. You began hoping he stayed gone, because as long as he was gone, also gone was the temptation of the dark arts.

Oh how quickly you went down that path with Sebastian at the helm. It began with learning crucio because that's to only way you'd have gotten out of Slytherin's trap. That eventually led to using it on Ashwinders and only "bad" guys. Crucio grew into also using imperio. But only on bad guys. To eventually avada kedavra, the killing curse. Each curse made you feel powerful and the more power you gained, the more you craved.

And now he was here, the one that wrought your darkness. What did he want? Where had he been? Surely he knew life wouldn't just go back to normal. What was he thinking?

Sure, people didn't whisper his name in hushed gossip anymore. And eventually he fell out of the public's recent memory. His wanted posters had long since been papered over by more recent fugitives. Would anyone even recognize him if they saw him?

A familiar thrill ran through you as you thought of him standing in that cellar, his face illuminated. He'd been waiting on you. He was there for you.

When you reached your cottage, you shoved the key inside the lock and hurried inside, locking the door behind you. Though you were enthralled, you were also nervous, and maybe even scared?

Sebastian brought out the best and worst in you. You'd worked hard to cover up the things you'd done together with him. Worked hard to keep your name clean and stay on the straight and narrow. But you craved him. Craved the power only he could unlock inside you. The power you could unlock in each other.

"Hello, Love." A deep voice that nearly brought you to your knees said from the beside the fireplace.

You turned slowly to face the voice. Effortlessly leaning against the mantle, light from the sconces on the wall illuminated him in a way your wand light hadn't in the cellar.

He was beautiful.

Love, warmth, tragedy, and sadness were etched into every premature line upon his young face. And he knocked the breath right out of your lungs.

Stubble lined his sharp jaw and his once neatly styled brown hair hung shaggy, nearly to his shoulders. His robes were tattered but not completely falling apart. And he looked like he'd been eating well. He wasn't skinny as one would expect from a person on the run.

You could see the unmistakable silhouette of a well defined muscular frame under his robes.

"Hello, Sebastian." You paused, not sure what else to say. There were many things you'd thought of over the years that you realized you'd never said to him, but for the life of you, not a single one of them came to mind.

Sebastian spoke again in that deep easy voice, "I feel as if I'm looking at a dream," he took a tentative step toward you and looked as if he were close to tears. "All this time, and you were here. A stones throw from the castle."

And where have you been? That's what you wanted to say. You wanted to tell him that missing him had bore a hole through your heart. You also wanted to tell him you couldn't go down the path he would inevitably bring you down. You couldn't do that again.

Before you could say any of this he took another step toward you. "I've thought of nothing else but this moment since I left your side.

He closed the distance, took your hands in his and that familiar buzz hummed through you.

And with that, every thought of turning him away left you entirely.

The warmth from his hands washed away the chill from your walk home and the look in his eye filled you with a fire you hadn't felt in a long time.

You reached forward and traced your hands around his waist and pulled his body into yours. His warmth engulfed you.

No words were said as he pushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear and dropped his lips down to your neck. His lips were soft and your skin prickled at his touch.

One of your hands tangled in his hair while the other wrapped around his low back. And he held you just as close.

Sebastian's lips traveled up your neck, over your jaw, until they finally found yours.

Kissing him was like breathing the breath of life. It was like coming up for air after being underwater.

The man kissed you with a hunger. Rough, full of fury, softness, love, and starvation. Like he didn't want to stop. And you didn't want him to.

[x-ladyathena-x]

In the Shadow of His Memory

Prologue: 10 years ago

Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Warnings: graphic violence, morally grey sebastian, morally grey reader, angst, fluff, alcohol

Word count: 337

Summary: It's been 10 years since you were faced with that awful decision: turn Sebastian in for casting an unforgivable curse or lie for him.

You chose to lie for him and take his secrets to your grave, but that wasn't enough-the authorities found out soon after and Sebastian went on the run.

You never stopped loving him and when an unexpected visitor arrives in your home in the dead of night, you realize he never stopped loving you either.

"Please Sebastian, don't go." You begged, "we'll explain what happened, we'll tell them you didn't have a choice."

"This isn't sneaking into the restricted section, I won't be able to talk my way out of this one." He threw a few more items into his duffel bag and zipped it closed.

Sebastian looked up from the bag he was packing and froze when he saw your face.

He walked over to you with his confident, sure gate and took your face in his hands, "please don't cry" he whispered almost inaudibly, "I shall never forget the kindness and compassion you've shown me, even when I didn't deserve it."

His hands trailed from your face, and he enveloped you in a tight embrace. He held onto you tight, like his life depended on it.

When he pulled back, he saw a silent tear fall down you cheek. Sebastian bent down and kissed it away.

You reached up, threaded your fingers through his soft brown hair, and pulled him in until his warm lips met yours.

Your kiss said everything the two of you weren't able to put into words. It lasted until an explosion echoed into the room.

The unmistakable sound of the Bombarda spell knocking in a door at the bottom of the stairs brought you both back to reality and with a sadness, you realized it was all over.

Sebastian released you and drew his wand with a poise and skill that was uniquely him.

He blew out the window with the confringo charm and mounted his broom with the duffel bag strapped to the back.

Voices raced up the stairs, time was almost out.

Sebastian looked back over his shoulder one more time, "I will never stop loving you and I will find you again one day."

And with that, he kicked off.

Ministry aurors burst into the room but he was already gone. They knocked you out of the way to reach the open window but Sebastian was already out of their casting range.

[x-ladyathena-x]

In The Shadow of His Memory

Chapter 4–The Pain You Place Inside

Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Warnings: graphic violence, morally grey sebastian, morally grey reader, angst, fluff, alcohol

Word Count: 751

Tag list: @hellok1ttycake

Summary: It's been 10 years since you were faced with that awful decision: turn Sebastian in for casting an unforgivable curse or lie for him.

You chose to lie for him and take his secrets to your grave, but that wasn't enough-the authorities found out soon after and Sebastian went on the run.

You never stopped loving him and when an unexpected visitor arrives in your home in the dead of night, you realize he never stopped loving you either.

"I can't do this, Sebastian." You pushed him away and took a step back.

He looked as if you'd slapped him.

"This is a lot," you took another step back and began to pace. The war raging inside you made you want to be sick.

Sebastian was here. In front of you. You had him back.

And with him came whispers of the temptation of power as well...

You closed your eyes and tried to stifle thoughts of power, thoughts of using Sebastian to gain what you wanted. But the fact that he wouldn't mind being used, he'd actually love it, didn't make pushing the thoughts away any easier.

"Why are you here?" You finally asked him, "How are you here?" You wrung your hands in your hair and slumped into the armchair next to the fireplace, "I thought— I thought you were dead." Your voice broke, and you allowed your true emotions to bleed forth.

Sebastian dropped to his knees at your feet, "no" he whispered, looking up at you.

He took your hand and placed it against his rough cheek and nuzzled his face into your hand.

Sebastian's voice was much deeper and more gravelly than it had been the last time you'd been with him, "Not dead. Very much alive."

He pulled your hand from his cheek and took his time kissing each one of your fingers, then the back of your hand before pressing his forehead to the back of your hand, "Leaving you was the hardest thing I ever did and I've never stopped trying to make my way back to you." He said as his chestnut brown eyes raked over your face, drinking you in.

You placed your hand against his face, almost as if to check again that he was real, "what will we do? You'll never stop being hunted." You told him, "You're still a wanted man."

He took your hands in his, still kneeling at your feet, "I've learned so many new things in my time away. We can hide ourselves, weave our own web of protection so that we'll never be found."

"Is that what you want," you asked. You didn't know if you wanted to feel disappointed or relieved that the pursuit of power wasn't in his plans.

"I just want you." Sebastian whispered.

You felt as if your heart was about to beat out of your chest, "and what happens if we are found."

"We'll defend ourselves." He said confidently. "I would have cut down 1000 men to have made it back into your arms."

You involuntarily went rigid.

Sebastian felt your body language shift, but he doubled down, quite literally clinging to you, "please." He whispered. "I've become more powerful than I've ever been. I've hunted down artifacts, relics that can provide shelter and safety for us and I can teach you too. The magic I've learned and your ancient magic, together we'd be unstoppable. Together we could do anything."

There it was.

You closed your eyes again, internally fighting with yourself. What would it be?

Sebastian— seeking power—, it was a package deal. And you were a fool if you thought you could settle down and just have him and avoid what he was offering.

Sebastian allowed his head to drop into your lap when he sensed your hesitation.

"Please," he begged. He gathered your robes in his fists in desperation, "please."

You allowed your hand to drop down to his head as it lay in your lap. You raked your nails across his scalp and felt his breath through your robes as he sighed deeply.

Another exciting thought pierced your mind...You reveled at the thought of Sebastian ready and willing to be at the bend of your will.

I would cut down 1000 men.

That's what he said.

And despite yourself, the thought thrilled you. You tried to stifle the electric excitement you felt with his head cradled in your lap, at your mercy. This man would do anything for you.

Anything.

"Okay." You whispered, already wondering if you'd regret your decision. But you already knew you wouldn't. As long as he was back in your life, everything would be better. It had to be. How could it not? Right?

Sebastian's head lifted off your lap and looked at you with desperate hope, "on my honor, I will never leave you again. Ever."

Your heart soared.

He stood and lifted you into his arms, kissing you hard and rough.

This time you didn't stop him.

[x-ladyathena-x]

Remember Me

Bucky x Reader

Warnings: smut (18+ readers only), fluff, angst, comfort, sad Bucky, lost Bucky (his time in Romania between WS and CW)

Word count: 1.4k

100 follower celebration!! Here's some lovely fluffy smut with all the feels for all of you lovely followers. If you're not a follower, come join me! I write mainly Bucky, but I'm also partial to most dark haired sad boys.

Summary: While working a job in Romania, you cross paths with a handsome stranger who seems familiar.

There he was again. The stranger.

You continued to sip your coffee and stare in his direction. Your eyes remained hidden behind the mirrored lenses of your sunglasses.

He was here again in this coffee shop just days ago when you’d come to get some work done. Your job had sent you on a two week business trip to Romania to meet with a few clients. And you came to this shop to take full advantage of their wifi and good coffee.

The stranger scribbled into a small journal while he clutched a backpack in his lap as if he were fearful someone would steal it.

He was handsome, dark hair that hung down to his shoulders and what was obviously a very well muscled body under that red Henley and jacket. Stubble peppered his jaw and his lips were plump and—

You shook your head at yourself, you needed to stop staring at this poor guy. You were being a creep.

However, you’d definitely noticed him averting his gaze from you a few times as you looked his direction. As if he’d been staring at you right before you looked up.

Just go talk to him, you told yourself. But what if he didn’t speak English? Your Romanian was decent. You could speak enough to communicate to coworkers but sometimes if others spoke rapidly, your brain quit working.

You began drafting another email and after a few minutes decided to glance back up at the stranger.

No… he was gone.

You sighed heavily and wondered if you’d ever see him again. You finished your work and began walking back to your hotel.

Several more days passed and you hadn’t seen the man at the coffee shop again but couldn’t shake the feeling of never being alone.

There was always a looming presence as you walked home from work, and went about your day. Even at the hotel, rewarming leftovers for supper, you felt a comfortable presence.

Finally one night as you tossed and turned in bed, you heard the floor boards from the living room squeak.

You sat bolt upright.

Quietly, you reached for the pocket knife you kept with you and tiptoed to the living room.

The place was awash in shadow and faint yellow light from the street lamps outside. You froze when you saw him.

You really didn’t even see his face, but you didn’t need to, you knew it was him. The man from the coffee shop.

You’d thought of nothing else for days upon days. Maybe that’s why you weren’t scared now? No, definitely not scared—intrigued.

“Who are you?” You found your voice.

The stranger stepped forward so his face was illuminated in the dim light spilling in from the street, “I hoped you could tell me.”

You blinked at him, “why would I know?”

“Because I remember you from that place.”

You were frozen. What was he talking about?

“What place?” You asked cautiously, “the coffee shop?”

He shook his head, visibly frustrated, and approached closer. You took a step back and raised your knife at him.

“Don’t come any closer.”

He stopped and you saw his head sag as if in defeat. He dropped to his knees and looked up at you and you saw tears glimmering in his eyes.

“Please,” he said in barely a whisper. “Please you have to remember me.”

All you could do was stand there.

He reached out and wrapped his hands around your waist and buried his head into your stomach.

“Please , please remember me.”

You didn’t know what to do. This stranger was clinging to you for dear life, but you had no idea who he was.

You felt him embrace you tighter as his whispers of “please remember” faded into that of a foreign but familiar language.

You pitied him.

Finally you allowed your hands to dip to his shoulders and you traced a hand up the back of his head , through his long dark hair.

You held him like that , basking in his warmth. It was an odd situation to say the least but in a weird way it felt comfortable, familiar.

But that was impossible. This was a stranger. You’d never seen him before a week ago.

A sense of deja vu swept over you. His head cradled in your lap, your fingers twirling through his dark hair…

——

“Sir, the Asset has returned from his mission.”

“Send him to the showers, then put him back in his quarters.”

“Uh, sir, I don’t think that’s a good idea. He’s ripping the place apart trying to find her.”

The second man pinched the bridge of his nose and adjusted his glasses, “I told you this would backfire.”

“But sir, he needed an outlet. And it worked, he’s been more compliant and far less combative for a long time now.”

“Fine, have the guards send him to the other Asset’s quarters.”

——

You heard the lock to your door disengage and you looked up from your book. There he was.

Your eyes met and you felt your core flutter and cheeks redden.

He took a step inside and the door closed behind him. You were alone together again.

You laid your book to the side and swung your legs over the side of the bed, sitting upright.

The Asset approached and dropped down to his knees. He looked up at you over the top of his muzzle, the black mask Hydra made him wear stood in stark contrast with his ocean blue eyes.

You reached forward and removed the mask, allowing it to drop to the floor.

His leather tactical vest was dirty and so was his hair but you didn’t care. You needed him in your arms just as much as he needed you.

He dropped his forehead into your lap and pressed his face to your stomach, comforting himself.

You ran your nails gently over his scalp and he sighed in contentment.

“Please never forget me,” he desperately whispered into your skin.

You picked his face up in your hands, clasping each cheek and brought your face down to meet his.

You pressed your forehead against his, “Never, I will never forget you.

——

You stared down at the man kneeling in front of you clinging to you, pleading, and the floodgates of your mind opened.

You dropped to your knees to meet him and wrapped your arms around his strong body, embracing him as if he’d float away like a memory.

Tears stung your eyes as you stared at him, studying his face, memorizing every small detail about how tragically beautiful he was.

“I remember,” you nodded as more tears fell, “I remember”

And he crashed his lips down on yours, taking you in his arms as tight as you held him.

He kissed you with the fury of a man desperate.

You felt him lift you off the floor and heard your knife clatter to the ground as you dropped it.

The two of you knocked into every wall on your way to the bedroom. Neither of you using your eyes to see the way, because you were so engrossed in memorizing each other all over again.

You felt your back hit the mattress and his heavy weight close in on top of your body. He felt nice, familiar, comforting.

He took his time worshiping your body, memorizing everything, while you reveled in his sweet touches. His kisses were punctuated by sweet words, tales about searching for you and never giving up.

You were so glad he never gave up on you.

He entered you with a gentleness and you felt whole. You had no idea that subconsciously, you’d been missing him just as desperately as he missed you.

Pleasure washed over you in waves and he never relented. He buried his head into your neck as he brought you over the edge again.

You heard tiny whimpers escape his perfect lips and pulled him into your body even closer, scared you’d lose him again.

You felt his hips stutter and held him tight as he fell apart in your arms.

The two of you laid still, the sound of your heavy breaths were the only sound in the room.

He held onto you so tightly, you weren’t sure he’d ever let go.

And that was okay with you, you never wanted to lose him again.

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Castle

Bucky Barnes x Reader x Winter Soldier

Part 4 of 4 [Beauty and the Beast-The Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes] in my Wishful Thinking series- This is a completely ridiculous self-indulgent, smut filled catastrophe. All stories in this fairytale AU are interlocking and part of the same continuous plot, but can be read as stand alones. Basically, reader is the main character of all these fairytale-esque situations that she finds herself in and gets to bang all the dangerous, hot men.

Part 1 of 4 [Little Red Riding Hood - Dean Winchester] Red

Part 2 of 4 [Cinderella-Kylo Ren] Commander

Part 3 of 4 [Sleeping Beauty-The Witcher/Geralt of Rivia] Morning

Warnings: filthy smut (18+ only), double stuffed cream pie, voyeurism, elements of Dub Con (It is consensual but DO NOT READ IF DUB CON BOTHERS YOU) This is Dark!Bucky and Dark!Winter Soldier both going to town on reader at the same time.

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: You take refuge in a kind stranger’s castle, and while distracted by his massive library, you find yourself in the path of his darker side.

**This story contains very 18+ content and some darker elements. Do not proceed without reading the warnings. Your media consumption is your own responsibility.**

You walked up the magnificent stone steps of a Baroque style home that could only be classified as a castle.

The sound of the Witcher’s horse's trotting steps could be heard, fading into the distance as you adjusted the strap of your dress and raised you fist to knock on the doors.

The door opened and your eyes widened when they beheld the man standing before you. He had dark hair that hung just slightly longer than his ears, and his face had a few days worth of stubble shadowing his jaw.

The man was thick and muscular and he wore a dark red henly that he'd pushed up to his elbows , revealing a metal arm on his left side.

You were momentarily frozen before you found your voice, “are you James?” You asked him.

The man smiled and reached out his arm to usher you inside as he looked over your shoulder, as if searching for the ever looming threat on your life.

You accidentally brushed against him as you entered. He smelled so good it almost brought you to your knees, and you felt your pussy flutter.

James coughed loudly, cleared his throat, and ran a hand through his hair as if nervous.

“Uhh sorry, just wanted to get ya out out of view from the street. Never know who could be watching.”

You nodded your head as you continued to take in the view of the thick, muscular man before you. His face was very handsome, but sad in a way.

“Thank you for taking me in,” you said to him, as you adjusted the strap on your dress again. It kept falling.

James’ blue eyes raked over the place where your strap had just fallen and something in his gaze took your breath away. It looked hungry.

“It’s no problem,” he answered, “and it’s Bucky. Everyone calls me Bucky.”

Bucky showed you to your room and took you on a grand tour of the castle. You were especially enchanted by his massive library.

He watched you with a small smile as you gushed on and on about it.

“Take any book you want to read at your own pleasure,” he said, “in fact, you should definitely take advantage of the gardens outside too, it’s a beautiful day. I’ll come join you later, I’ve got a conference call with the Avengers that I’ve got to tend to.”

You nodded, thanked him, and watched him walk away. You watched him run a hand through his hair again and couldn't help but wonder what those long dark locks would feel like as they tickled your thighs.

A sigh escaped you as you contemplated your own neediness. and you squeezed your thighs together.

A few moments later, you lay sprawled on your belly on a large beautiful quilt in the grass in the garden. You had many pillows around you that you used to prop yourself up on. It was all very luxurious.

You placed a pillow under your belly to take the pressure off your back and adjusted yourself. Once you finally found a comfortable position, you realized your bare bottom was slightly exposed because the pillow made your dress ride up.

You’d worked too hard to finally get comfy so you decided to just leave it. You were all alone and Bucky said he had a conference call, so it’d be a while before he came out anyway.

You ground your thighs together again, deliciously sore and unable to concentrate on what you were reading. What if he did come out here and find you like this? What would he do?

A thrill went through you and you felt yourself beginning to get wet. It hadn’t even been 24 hours since you’d first made your wish and already you’d been fucked senseless how many times now?

You didn’t feel like counting but you couldn’t help but think about having Bucky too. He would be such a sweet lover, you just knew it.

You closed your eyes and imagined what it would feel like to have his face between your legs. You arched your back and your dress road up more, fully exposing your ass and soaking wet pussy.

There was a sudden rustle of grass, a shuffle of feet and you felt two large hands push your skirt up the rest of the way. Hot breath and a warm tongue lick you from your clit to the top of your crack.

A content and shocked sigh rang out of your mouth. You looked over your shoulder and saw dark long dark hair falling over a face that was nose deep in eating you out.

“Oh, Bucky!” You sighed savoring the sensation.

It was relaxing, a treat, as he continued with his dancing tongue and lips.

You gathered more pillows into yourself and splayed your legs wider for Bucky, allowing yourself to indulge in the pleasure.

You glanced over your shoulder, “I want you inside me.”

Bucky stopped what he was doing and you heard him sit up and unzip his pants. You felt the thick head of his cock prod your entrance before entering and stretching you wide.

You moaned his name. And when you opened your eyes, you saw Bucky standing right in front of you.

You blinked, you were obviously seeing things. Bucky was behind you. You glanced over your shoulder again to the man furiously spearing you onto his cock and it was unmistakably Bucky.

But Bucky was in front of you too. You couldn’t think properly, the man’s dick inside you felt so good.

The Bucky in front of you smiled, “I see you’ve met my other half.”

You tried to listen what he was saying but you could feel an orgasm building. You didn’t want him to stop fucking you.

“He’s the Winter Soldier, and I’m Bucky,” Bucky explained. “Banner accidentally split us into two people while trying to deprogram me. He and I, we’re the same and we’re different”

You were so close to your orgasm, you didn’t care that the winter soldier, the most deadly assassin in history, was currently buried balls deep inside you, you’d let him do it again and again, you just didn’t want him to stop.

“I knew he’d find you out here,” Bucky flashed you a dark glance, “when I saw you through the window with your ass in the air, wiggling it around, I knew you wanted me. I could smell your reaction when you brushed up against me. You wanted me so bad.”

“Yes, I did” you confessed breathless

“Look how good he’s fucking you, I bed you can take one more.”

“Please” you begged, “please give me one more. I need it.”

Bucky narrowed his eyes and smirked, “you’ve been a greedy little thing over the last day or so, haven’t you?”

Your orgasm hit you so hard you screamed, “yes!! I just want to be fucked some more.”

You could feel the winter soldier’s hips slow and felt him fill you up with warm cum.

Bucky stripped naked as he watched another orgasm roll through your body as the winter soldier came down from his release, still slowly pumping inside you.

“Do you want to sit on my dick next?” Bucky asked you.

You nodded and felt him pull you on top of him. He began to kiss you hard as he lined himself up with you. You felt him slid inside and you gasped.

Bucky took the fallen strap on your dress and tugged. The front spilled open exposing your breasts. He cupped them both as he bounced you on top of himself.

You felt small kisses trailing down your shoulder as the winter soldier came up behind you. He trailed a finger down to your ass and smears your combined juices around.

He whispered something in your ear in a language you didn’t understand before slowly pressing his dick into your ass.

You gasped at how full you felt. It was wonderful. And the two men continued their unrelenting pace.

Another orgasm washed over you and you felt your head fall back onto the winter soldiers shoulder.

“That’s it y/n” give us one more, we’re about to come.

At his soft words, you felt another release and upon your tight clinching, both men emptied inside you.

You sighed and collapsed onto the quilt beside Bucky. You took a few heavy breaths trying to catch your breath.

“Bucky, you’re both amazing.”

Bucky smirked at you, “Doll, we’re not done with you yet.”

And with that, Bucky rolled you over onto your back and thrust inside you again. You gasped and he kissed your lips

“Super soldier serum.” He winked

He drilled inside you hard as you screamed his name, your book long forgotten on the other side of the quilt. You and Bucky came at the same time. As soon as he pulled out of you, his cum dripping in sticky ropes down your leg, you felt yourself being flipped over onto your belly and the winter soldier was on you. He plunged his dick into your ass and you sighed in contentment.

Bucky lay beside you propped up on his elbow, “you’re taking him so good, Doll. I could watch you come undone for ever and ever.”

You whimpered and moaned their names in ecstasy as Bucky reached under you to play with your clit while the winter soldier continued plunging in and out of your tight ass.

You were very happy with where wishful thinking had landed you…

[x-ladyathena-x]

The Hunted

Dark! Winter Soldier x Reader x Dean Winchester

Warnings: Dark themes & sexually explicit content. 18+ only. Touch starved Dean/Soldat (we like our murder boys sad around here!), dark!Reader, cannon level blood and violence, double stuffed cream pie, a little bit of knife play if you squint, light exhibitionism/voyerism.

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: [This is my entry into Roo’s Dark! Crossover Challenge. @darkficsyouneveraskedfor Prompt #8 “You know you’re in trouble, right?”] [Marvel x Supernatural] The legends have been circulating for nearly eighty years about him—The Boogyman. During your search for him, you cross paths with a hunter almost as legendary as you and the two of you team up to find this ghost story.

🚩🚩Heed the warnings above. Do not proceed if any of this bothers you. Your media consumption is your own responsibility.🚩🚩

Night was falling fast in the deepening winter sky. Your breath puffed out in a white cloud of vapor as you held your rifle at high ready, alert and on guard. These were his woods, and you knew he was near.

You’d spent a lot of time pouring over the stories about The Boogyman, the ghost story that haunted this forest. But you had your suspicions that the one behind the stories had a little more substance than just that of a specter.

There were a few victims over the years that had supposedly escaped. After all, how else does a ghost story spread if not for initial eyewitness accounts? And the stories did nothing but fuel your drive further.

Twigs and branches cracked under your heavy booted foot as you continued forward. You paused; something wasn’t right.

A shadow moved out of the corner of your eye and with all the swiftness of the skilled hunter you were, you spun on the spot and trained your rifle onto the shadow.

“Dude, what the fuck?” The shadow swore loudly.

You clicked on the flashlight mounted to your rifle and its yellow beam illuminated the face of a man. He blinked and tried to shield his eyes from the flashlight’s beam.

You were momentarily stunned. He was tall with a thick muscular frame and light brown hair. Stubble dotted his sharp jawline, and his green eyes radiated a raw power and made your core clench.

His deep raspy voice brought you sharply back to reality, “Can you get that damn thing out of my eyes?” he deadpanned.

You didn’t do as he said, you only walked closer, keeping your rifle and flashlight aimed at his face. Before you realized what was happening, he’d grabbed the barrel of your rifle, made a motion to jerk it out of your hands, only to send the stock sailing back into your face and colliding with your nose.

You yelled out as you felt a wet warmth trickle from your nose and over your lips. The rifle fell to the ground and you charged forward to the man. He threw a right hook, but you dodged it with ease and came at him with a swift upper cut to the jaw.

It connected and sent him to his knees. You grabbed him from behind and put him in a choke hold, wrapping your legs tight around his middle.

In the close proximity of this position, your face was buried in the crook of his neck from behind and he smelled good. Like sweet sweat, leather, and gunpowder. You felt his facial hair stubble against the side of your face.

Was he actually turning his face into yours?

It was a tiny movement, but you felt him nuzzle against your face. Then he spoke, “It’s been a long time since I’ve had a beautiful woman’s legs wrapped around me, Sweetheart.”

You tightened your grip on his neck, “Well then I guess it’s your lucky night, you arrogant son of a bitch.”

He coughed and spluttered at your tightened grip on his neck.

You spoke into his ear allowing your lips to brush against it, “Who are you and what are you doing in The Boogyman’s woods?”

You instantly noticed the goosebumps pebble his skin at the contact of your lips on his ear and a thrill shot through you at the power you held over the man in your arms.

But that didn’t last long. It appeared that you were only “holding him down” for as long as he allowed, because with a burst of strength, he broke the grip you had on him and spun around, pinning you to the ground with his entire body weight.

“I could ask you the same question,” he said, staring down into your face. He paused, then smirked, “I’m Dean, by the way, Dean Winchester.”

The smugness in his voice for besting you in your grappling match made you smirk back at him and the hardness in his jeans didn’t go unnoticed by you. You wanted nothing more than to wipe that smug little smile off his face, so you did your worst.

You crossed your ankles behind his hips and pulled his ever-hardening cock against you so that there was no doubt in his mind that you’d felt it.

You smiled at him, “What’s the matter Dean? Never seen a pretty girl before? Can’t control yourself?”

He opened his mouth to retort, but nothing came out. He was at a loss for words.

You laughed out loud at his expression and you felt him relax, so that he wasn’t forcefully holding you down anymore. “I’m y/n,” introduced yourself, “And now that I know your name, I know you’re definitely not who I’m looking for.”

Dean rolled off of you and stood. He offered you a hand to pull you to your feet and you took it.

He peered at you thoughtfully, “Y/n? Y/n y/l/n?” He asked.

You nodded your head.

“I’ve heard of you,” He said with amazement in his voice, “Your name’s pretty renowned in the Hunter world.”

“So’s yours, I hear,” You said back to him, “Now that I know who you are, I’m assuming you’re out here for the same reason as me.”

Dean nodded, “To find that creepy ass Boogyman legend. Yeah.”

You scoffed at him, “He’s not a legend, he’s real.”

Dean rolled his eyes, “Yeah, okay, we’ll see about that. I’m only out here because I’m duty bound to check out any leads I find. But I really don’t think this is a real one.”

You held his gaze before letting your eyes trail very conspicuously down his body to the front of his jeans then back up to his eyes, “Wanna tag along, lover boy?”

He opened his mouth to speak, but you’d once again left him wordless, “Uh,” he stammered, “Well, if anything, you’d be tagging along with me.”

You took a few steps in the direction you’d been walking before the two of you scuffled and slung your rifle over your shoulder by its strap. You looked back at Dean, “Yeah, okay.” You said sarcastically and kept walking.

You heard hurried footsteps behind you, “Wait okay, yeah, I’ll come with.”

The two of you walked in silence for a while, listening for anything. It was now almost completely dark and your path was illuminated by the flashlight on your rifle.

“Let’s go this way,” Dean said, pointing to a gap in the trees to your left.

“Why?” You questioned him.

He shrugged, “Just a feeling.”

You conceded and the two of you continued through the trees for only a short way longer when you came up on an old abandoned cabin. You paused, stunned at your good fortune. It was the first structure you’d seen in these woods since you’d started searching them. Maybe bringing Dean along was a good idea after all.

A four foot stone wall surrounded the cabin. You paused looking up and down for an entrance, “How do we get through?”

“Oh look, there’s the gate.” Dean said pointing to a place on the wall just outside of the illumination of your flashlight.

“How the hell did you see that?” You asked, looking at him.

“The flashlight lit it up,” he said nonchalantly pointing to the light on your rifle.

“The flashlight’s not that good,” You retorted back.

“Do you wanna get inside or not?” He whispered as he pushed the gate open.

You followed behind him and the gate opened to a small yard with the front door of the cabin immediately visible.

The two of you entered the cabin with stealth. You walked ahead of Dean and panned your light over the dark single room cabin.

“It’s empty,” you said.

Just as you went to turn back around to Dean, the door slammed shut and you heard the unmistakable sound of a large metal lock sliding into place. Your stomach swam with anticipation as a light switch flicked on, illuminating the room.

“I’m sorry, y/n,” Dean said, “His orders are strict. I bring him the people searching for him in order to keep his location hidden, and he keeps me supplied with serum that keeps my mark at bay.” Dean pulled up his shirt sleeve to show you a scar that looked like a number seven with dots to the side.

The floorboard creaked behind you and you spun around. You were chest to chest with none other than the very one you were looking for—The Boogyman aka The Winter Soldier.

He was even more magnificent than you could have guessed. The reports didn’t do him justice. They didn’t understand him, they were scared of him. They were weak.

Half his face was covered with a black mask that looked muzzle-like. As if he were a wild animal that needed to be broken. His left arm glinted in the overhead light and whirred as he flexed his fingers. Over six feet tall with tousled dark hair that hung to his chin, his cold blue eyes watched you in an intrigued, calculating way. Like a predator, waiting to see if his prey will run or submit to their fate.

You felt your breath catch in your chest as your eyes locked. You weren’t scared of him. You were intrigued by him. It was why you came looking for him after all.

You lifted a hand to unclip his mask and he wrapped the fingers of his flesh hand tightly around your wrist.

“The mask stays on,” He growled.

His deep voice made wetness pool in your underwear and you clinched around nothing. You licked your lips nervously and nodded in agreement with him.

Something sparkled in his eye and he reached out a hand. Cold metal trailed down from your chin, down your neck, and across your chest right where the neckline of your shirt ended.

The Soldat sighed heavily and teased your nipple through your shirt then cupped your breast with his full palm, “I can fucking smell you, you’re already wet for me.”

The way he said it almost sounded like a question instead of a statement, like he couldn’t understand why he’d have that effect on someone.

You reached up and placed your hand over his hand that was on your chest, “Is it so hard to believe that I’d want you?”

For the briefest of moments, the tiniest split of a second, you could have sworn you saw sadness pass over those impossibly blue eyes, before they darkened with rage. The Soldat grabbed you by the neck and slammed you up against the nearest wall, knocking the breath out of you.

He pressed his body against you pinning you to the wall, “Is this what you want?” He asked gruffly, grinding his hard cock into you and your back pressed uncomfortably against the stone wall of the cabin. “You know you’re in trouble, right?” He said in a low growl.

You managed to pull your knife from the inside of your jacket and held it under his chin, “Trouble is exactly what I want.”

He slackened his grip on you, you could tell that you’d startled and impressed him. The Soldat’s eye’s narrowed, if he weren’t wearing the mask, you’d guess that he was probably smirking under it.

With a lightning speed and skill that only the super soldier serum could bring, he disarmed you, flipped the knife over in his hands and slit open your shirt in one movement. The knife sliced through your shirt, undershirt, and bra in one clean swipe, spilling your breasts free. They perked in the cold air and you heard the Soldat inhale sharply.

While he was distracted, you made fast work of the buckles and zippers on his tactical suit. When his naked body was revealed, you blinked sadly at the scars marring his body, and especially the deep scars surrounding where the metal arm was attached.

You reached up and trailed your finger down the line where flesh met metal and he shivered. He seemed to like your touch. So, you tried your luck again and reached up for the mask. He didn’t stop you this time.

“The mask comes off,” you said as you unclipped it and removed it. He was beautiful. Pain and suffering were shadowed across his old fashionedly handsome face, and he looked vulnerable without it.

You tangled your fingers in his hair, “When I say I want something, I mean it,” and crashed your lips down on his.

You weren’t sure at what point you lost your pants but when you felt his finger dip into your wetness, you cooed in pleasure. The two of you were on the floor at this point and he’d unbuckled his pants, freeing his painfully hard erection. You ached to slide down onto it as you kneeled over him, but he held you up, rubbing your clit, determined to make you come before he sunk into you.

The Soldat bit and nipped at your neck as he brought you closer to your orgasm and you looked up over his shoulder. Dean was still standing next to the door. A hunger danced in his eyes and you didn’t miss the hard cock in his pants. You winked at him and bit your lip. He took that as permission to grab himself as he watched you come undone.

You were a goner. Your orgasm hit you harder than a freight train and you yelled out. Soldat caught your lips in his and you felt him lower you down. He felt amazing as he stretched you out. His strong, powerful arms lifted you up and down as your legs became jelly when another orgasm washed over you.

The Soldat worshiped your body with his mouth as he plunged in and out of you filling the room with the lewd sound of slapping skin. He was close. You looked over his shoulder again to see Dean working himself as he watched you. You made a show of playing with your breasts to tease him.

The Soldat wrapped his arms around you and whinned as he came. You relished in the feel of him coming deep inside you. As he caught his breath you whispered something in his ear and he smirked and nodded.

You looked back up at Dean, “You gonna come join, or just stand there with your dick in your hand?”

Dean all but sprinted across the room, shedding his clothes as he went. He knelt down beside the Soldat who kissed you one more time before dipping down to your nipples with his mouth. While the Soldat sucked on you, you caught dean’s lips and felt his tongue swipe inside your mouth.

You felt yourself clinch, The Soldat still inside you. Dean broke the kiss and knelt behind you. He lifted you off the Soldat and you felt Dean sink into you with ease. You sighed, savoring the feeling of being so full and stretched.

You arched your back on your hands and knees as Dean drilled into you roughly. All that pent up steam from watching the show you’d just put on with the Soldat.

The Soldat sat beside the two of you watching with a smirk on his face. He bit his lip and reached down for his cock. As Dean fucked you mercilessly from behind. Another orgasm hit you hard and when you opened your eyes you saw that the Soldat was hard again. Thanks super soldier serum.

Soldat kissed you as Dean fucked you from behind. He then whispered in your ear, “turn around and face him.”

You nodded and did as you were told. Dean then locked his lips with yours when you were chest to chest. You pulled on his short hair and he moaned. You could tell he was getting close too.

As Dean’s kisses moved to your neck, you felt the Soldat’s finger trailing through your combined slick up to your other hole. He eased a finger inside and you moaned in pleasure at the sensation. His finger was quickly replaced by the head of his cock.

You felt him ease in inch by inch. Dean slowed to allow him to enter and for you to adjust to the sensation. Your eyes felt like they were about to roll back in your head, the two of them filled you up so well.

You saw the soldat nod his head over your shoulder and then Dean picked up the pace again, followed by the Soldat. The two men pumped into you, sandwiching you between their bodies and it felt amazing.

You felt Dean’s hips stutter followed by a warmth shooting into you. The Soldat followed quickly too.

The two men pulled out of you and you felt empty without them. The Soldat scooped you up and brought you over to a makeshift pallet bed made of quilts he’d stretched out on the floor. He covered you up and kissed your hot skin.

His voice was low when he spoke and his blue eyes took on that predatory glare you’d seen earlier, “I don’t know if you’d planned to stay or leave after you found me, but you’re mine now, and there’s no leaving.”