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Jealousy (Bucky Barnes x Reader)❤️

| possessive!Bucky Barnes x fem!reader | Warnings: nasty and disrespectful smut, degradation, Daddy kink, swearing, a bit of fluff at the end | Bucky is usually a patient man. What happens when you test his limits? (There is a very minimal amount of plot to this one) |

You just had to do it didn't you? You just had to push his buttons. Of course, you did. You knew what would happen eventually, but you didn't care. You wanted this.

"Fuck Bucky, I-"

Bucky put one hand over your mouth, and the other continued to circle your clit. "Keep your mouth shut. You've done enough talking tonight." he growled. Suddenly his cold, metal fingers moved from your clit to your cunt. They slid in easily with how wet you were.

Your eyes rolled back into your head as you tried not to scream out. It wouldn't matter if you made noise anyway, Bucky's large hand would muffle any sounds you made. You had been at a party with a handful of the Avengers, celebrating Steve's birthday. But Bucky wasn't giving you the kind of attention you felt you deserved, so you decided to rial him up by openly flirting with Thor.

Big. Fucking. Mistake.

Across from you, Bucky was seeing red. How dare you look at someone the way you looked at him. It made him sick. Bucky didn't have a lot of things to call his own, but what he did, he protected with a ferocity like no other. And you were his.

"Buck? You good?" Steve asked, concerned about his brooding best friend. He looked over to where you were feeling Thor's biceps and complimenting him on how big he was. "Oh...oh no." Steve knew what was about to happen. He just hoped Bucky wouldn't do something drastic during the party.

Bucky's metal hand made the signature whirring sound before he crushed the glass of bourbon in his hand. Enough was enough. It was time to remind you who you belonged to.

You were listening to Thor talk about his workout routine when you felt a hand snake around your waist and pull you away.

"We're leaving. Now." Bucky said through his teeth. His hand was like a vice around your waist, and you just knew you were going to have bruises there tomorrow.

The ride back on Bucky's motorcycle was tense. He was speeding and zipping in between cars much faster than he usually did. You almost spoke up but realized it would probably only make the situation worse.

The second you were through the door of your shared apartment, Bucky pushed you against the wall and trapped you there with his arm.

"What the fuck was that?" he sneered. He was seething.

"What are you talking about?" you asked, deciding to get him going even more.

"Oh come on Y/n, I think you know exactly what I'm talking about. I saw the way you were looking at Thor with those 'fuck me' eyes. You think I'm that stupid doll?"

You lifted your chin and swallowed. Fear and arousal were coursing through your veins. "You weren't giving me enough attention." you stated.

Bucky lets out a harsh laugh and turns away from you, rubbing the stubble on his chin. "So you threw a tantrum because I wasn't paying attention to you?" Bucky's gaze meets yours, and you see that dangerous look in his eyes. "What a fucking brat."

There it was. You felt your underwear become soaked with anticipation. "I just-" you started, but Bucky put a finger to his lips, effectively shushing you.

"You want my attention sweetheart? You got it." he closed the gap between you and put his lips to your ear. "But I'm gonna make you regret it." he whispered.

His words sent chills running down your spine and before you could attempt to compose yourself, you felt his metal fingers move aside your underwear and start teasing your sensitive bud.

Which is how you found yourself in your current predicament. Bucky slowly finger-fucking you while you melted under his touch. You thrust your hips and moaned into Bucky's hand. "You might enjoy this now, but you won't be soon." Bucky warned. He removed his fingers from your aching cunt, much to your dismay. Bucky lifted you up and practically threw you over his shoulder with no effort at all. He marched into the bedroom, shutting the door with his heel. Bucky tossed you onto the bed and began shrugging off his leather jacket. He continued to undress, never taking his eyes off you. He knelt on the bed and straddled you when he was down to his boxers. Bucky snarled and bit your neck, determined to leave a big, purple hickey behind. "You're mine doll. No one else's. Never forget that." Bucky growled.

"Yes, Daddy. M' yours, I won't disobey you again." you moaned.

"You're damn right you won't. Otherwise, I won't let you cum for a week." he threatened and sat up again. With one swift motion, Bucky tore your dress off your body, leaving you only in your bra and underwear.

"Hey!" you sat up on your elbows. "I just bought that dress last week-"

Bucky cuts you off by tearing off your bra and underwear as well. "Maybe you should've thought about that before deciding to test me. Now, you're gonna learn your lesson. And I don't care if I have to fuck you all night to remind you who you belong to." Bucky hissed. He grabbed your hips, flipped you over on your stomach, and buried himself deep inside you.

Both of you cried out at the sudden action, and you nearly came from him entering you so quickly.

"Oh, I missed this pretty little cunt." Bucky hummed as he lifted your hips up and began pounding into you with no mercy. The most vulgar sounds soon filled the room. The wetness of your pussy, the sound of Bucky's balls slapping your ass, the pornographic moans flowing from your mouth, and the primal grunts and groans Bucky was letting out only added to your arousal.

You were already seeing stars, despite not having cum yet. You wondered how long you could last before the ache in your belly would snap. You knew Bucky could go all night. It didn't matter how many times he came, he would be hard again within seconds thanks to the super-soldier serum coursing through his veins.

"You like it when I fuck you like this Y/n?" Bucky asked, still fucking you with incredible speed and strength.

"Yes," you mewled. "So fucking good."

"Good. Because you can't cum until I say so." Bucky warned.

Your heart sank at his words. You knew he was going to punish you sooner or later, but how could you not cum with the way he was thrusting into you? "T-that's impossible!" you whimpered.

"No, it's not. You can do it Y/n. You're my good little slut, and you're gonna take everything I give you." Bucky encouraged you but didn't slow down his pace at all. He just kept fucking you at the same unforgiving pace. "M' gonna cum in this little pussy now, gonna fill you so full." Bucky grunted and squeezed your hips. He thrust once, twice, three times before he spilled his seed into your throbbing pussy. You could feel it filling you, and trickling down both thighs. Not only could Bucky cum multiple times with almost no effort, but his releases were also huge. He would fill you to the brim, and then some. Cum would flow down your legs and onto the bedsheets with every ejaculation. It was so filthy, but you loved it.

"Fuck Bucky, please let me cum!" you whined. The knot in your stomach was threatening to snap, and you didn't want to find out what would happen if you disobeyed Bucky's word.

"I don't know, have you learned your lesson yet?" Bucky asked, still keeping his same rhythm.

"Yes! Yes I learned my lesson, I'll be a good girl from now on." you cried, tears forming in your eyes from trying to keep your orgasm at bay.

"Then beg for me Y/n." Bucky growled.

"Please let me cum Bucky, I promise I'll never disobey you again. I'm yours, I'm all yours. Now and forever."

"You're goddamn right you are doll." Bucky leaned down to kiss your neck. "Go ahead, cum. You earned it." Bucky slipped his metal fingers down in between your legs to stimulate your clit.

"Ahhh!" you moaned. "Bucky! I'm gonna cum!" you felt your composure snap and your pussy spasm as you rode out the most intense orgasm of your life, crying out for the entire duration.

Bucky wasn't too far behind you, as he filled your cunt once more with his cum. More leaked from your pussy and dribbled down your thighs. He kissed your neck and slowly slid out of you. He got up and grabbed a towel from the bathroom to wipe you down.

Your mind was hazy, and you felt sleepy from your intense orgasm. In these moments, when you were fucked out of your mind, Bucky made sure to take especially good care of you.

"Good girl Y/n, you did so good for me." Bucky cooed as he began applying your favorite lotion on your back and massaging you. "Just relax now okay? I've got you. Daddy's got you." Once Bucky had massaged out any lingering tension, he picked you up and tucked you into bed. He joined you under the covers and turned off the bedside lamp. Bucky rolled over to spoon you, and you settled in his arms.

"Goodnight Y/n. I love you doll." Bucky placed a kiss on your cheek.

"Goodnight Buck. I love you too." you said as you drifted off to sleep.

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Stardew Sweethearts (Sebastian x Reader)💛

| Stardew Valley Sebastian x fem!reader | Warnings: implied smut, injuries, blood, fighting | You come home in pretty bad shape after a long night of fighting monsters in the mines. Sebastian tends to your wounds and also realizes just how much he loves you. |

To say you were injured was an understatement. You were beaten, bloody, and bruised from head to toe. One hand presses your left side as you limp home, the other is dragging your sword through the dirt. The burning pain makes it hard to breathe like someone is pressing on your lungs so you can’t get enough air in. Your vision is blurry and dark, but you know the path home like the back of your hand. It was 9:00am when you left for the mines, and it was now 30 minutes past 11. You can feel the exhaustion tugging your eyelids shut as you force your body to keep moving forward. You had to make it home. Then you could rest and tend to your injuries.

“Keep walking Y/n…just a little farther…”

So how did you end up in this condition?

Well, your husband’s birthday was coming up and you wanted to get him something special. You and Sebastian had gotten married on Spring 5, and it was now Fall 18. His birthday was on Winter 10. Sure, you had plenty of time but you didn’t want to wait until the last minute and end up empty-handed. Besides, obsidian was very hard to come by, so you wanted to give yourself as much time as possible to find some.

The day had started out just fine. You’d packed enough food to keep you energized and you had your strongest pickaxe and sword with you. You had everything you needed except-

“I know you're tough, but I still worry about you, sometimes. Don't ever go monster hunting without a life elixir and some sturdy boots, okay?” Sebastian’s voice reminded you.

Ah. That was your crucial mistake. Normally you always brought at least one life elixir with you while you were exploring in the mines, but today it seemed to have slipped your mind. You were so focused on finding Sebastian obsidian that you had forgotten to bring one with you. Food helped, but a life elixir healed all injuries and brought you back to perfect health. It allowed you to continue on even after suffering major cuts and bruises. Without it, you were at the mercy of the monsters that dwelled in the mines. And if you weren’t careful, you could die. Nothing, not even a life elixir could bring you back after that.

The farmhouse was in view now, the torches on the fence glowing in the dark. Hopefully, Sebastian and your dog Brooks would be asleep by now and you could slip into the house without bothering them.

Oh if only.

As you near the front porch, you trip on a rock, causing you to hit the ground and cry out. Your sword falls out of your hand and lands in the dirt in front of you. Brooks hears you and begins barking loudly. The burning in your left side turns to searing pain. Your hand flies to your left side and becomes covered with blood. The world is distorted and cloudy now, you’re losing too much blood. In your mind fog, you see the house lights turn on and the front door open as Sebastian runs down the porch to your nearly lifeless body.

“Oh my god Y/n!” he falls to his knees and gently scoops you into his arms. His expression is panicked as he looks you up and down before standing and carrying you inside the house. Sebastian sets you down on the couch and runs into the kitchen.

Your head feels like it’s underwater, your vision is blurry and sounds are muffled. Brooks comes to your side, whimpering as she licks your face in an effort to keep you conscious. Sebastian returns to you with a red bottle and puts it to your lips.

“Here, drink this.” he slowly tips the bottle back as you swallow the liquid.

Your body begins tingling as you feel your wounds slowly heal themselves with every sip you take. Before you know it, you’re fully healed and no longer in pain. You stand and stretch the stiffness in your body away.

“Thank you Seb, I-” you’re cut off by Sebastian pressing his lips to yours.

“That was close. Too close.” he wraps one arm around your waist, and the other presses your head to his chest. He doesn’t say anything, he just holds you.

“I’m sorry, I forgot to pack properly. It won’t happen again,” you promise.

Sebastian pulls back to look at you. “What were you doing down there for so long? I was starting to get worried, and then you showing up inches from death gave me a heart attack.”

You look away, slightly embarrassed. “I was looking for some obsidian. For your birthday.”

Sebastian’s expression softens. “Oh dear, my birthday isn’t for a while. Plus what good is a birthday gift if my lovely wife isn’t here with me to celebrate?” he pulls you in for another hug. “I need you here with me Y/n. I can’t run this farm all on my own.”

You laugh and look up at him. He’s taller than you, but you don’t mind it. “I ran this place by myself for a while, I’m sure you could do it without me.” you say lightheartedly.

“No way, this place would be ruined in a day. Maybe you could do it on your own but not me.” Sebastian holds your left hand and touches your wedding ring. “We’re a team now. I need you here with me.” he says in a whisper.

You smile and run your fingers through your lover’s hair. “I’m not going anywhere. Promise.” you poke Sebastian in the arm as your expression becomes playful. “What’s got you all sentimental? You’re not going soft on me are you?”

Sebastian lets out a small laugh. “I’m not, don’t worry. I guess I was just really worried seeing you so hurt.” he looks down at his feet and blushes. “I don't often show it, but I'm really happy that I'm your husband. Marrying you was the best decision I ever made.”

Now you’re blushing and smiling too. “I’m glad you feel that way. I love you.” you give Sebastian a small kiss on the cheek. You feel slightly more energized than before, but you’re still tired. It’s late. “Let’s get to bed, I’m exhausted.”

Sebastian nods and takes your hand, leading you to your shared bedroom. Brooks follows and curls up on her rug at the edge of the bed. You both climb into bed and settle under the covers. You shut your eyes for a moment before feeling like you’re being watched and open them again. Sebastian is on his side, looking at you lovingly.

“What is it?” you ask, turning to face him.

“Do you want to have a baby, Y/n?” Sebastian asks, blushing profusely.

You’re taken back for a moment before you regain your composure. “What brought this on dear?” you reach your hand out and brush some hair out of Sebastian’s face.

“I guess I’m just ready to start a family. Tonight made me realize just how much I love you, and I want to be the father of your children. But only if you’re ready.” he reaches out to hold your hand.

You scoot yourself closer and into Sebastian’s arms to kiss him slowly. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you on top of him. You feel a surge of energy rush through your body, as you straddle Sebastian’s hips. “Yes, I'd like to have a baby.” you seductively whisper in his ear as you turn off the lights.

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Keep My Distance (John Wick x Reader)❤️🧡

| John Wick x fem!reader | Warnings: angst, language, blood, injury, SMUT- oral receiving, rough, breeding kink | It had been a year since you'd seen John. After finding out what he did for a living, he dissapeared from your life. But fate seems to have other plans. |

"It's for your safety Y/n. This kind of life isn't suited for people like you. I'm sorry. This is where we go our separate ways."

Those were the last words John had said to you before completely disappearing from your life. Almost like he had never existed.

You were shattered.

No one had ever made your heart so happy, and he wasn't there anymore. Not being able to have him only made you crave him more. His touch. His taste. His smell. His voice. God, it gave you shivers whenever he called your name. You missed him more than anything in your life. Your pillow had lost the scent of his hair, so it was no longer a replacement for your lost lover. Not that it was an adequate replacement, nothing could fill the hole he left.

You stayed in bed most of the day, only rising to eat or use the bathroom. You took time off from the hospital where you worked. Thankfully you had some paid vacation time, so you used it. You were a mess. Despite sleeping for most of the days, your eyes were still tired. Permanently red and puffy from the night that John ripped your heart out. Sometimes you would cry so hard it became difficult to breathe. Silently sobbing on your knees, unable to make a sound. It was awful.

A year went by, and even still you found some days harder than others. You hadn't forgotten about John, rather pushed him to the very back of your brain so you wouldn't think about him. Piece by piece you put yourself back together. You were starting to feel human again. Your co-workers noticed that your smile had come back again, although no one knew what had caused it to leave in the first place. Hell, you even got a promotion! A pay raise too. Things were finally looking up for you. You were almost back to where you had started.

Until the past decided to put your strength to the test.

You were curled up on your couch reading a book when you heard a frantic knock at your door. You shut your book and slowly stood up. More knocking quickly followed. Who could be at your door so late? It was nearly 11:00pm. You pulled your blanket over your shoulders and walked to the front door. You shakily reached your hand out to unlock it when the knocking started again.

"Okay, okay jeez!" you yelled as you flung the door open.

The sight knocked the wind out of your lungs. There was John. Slightly hunched over and bleeding from his side.

"Y/n...help." John wheezed as he collapsed at your doorstep.

"John!" you cried as you caught him from reaching the floor. "What the hell happened?" you helped him back on his feet and guided him to your couch. You ran back to the door and looked out into the night. There was no one else out there, at least that you could see. You turned your attention back to John and sucked in a breath.

You had been doing so good. Almost over him. But it wouldn't have been that easy, no. Life always threw you the worst curveballs, and it seemed like this was one of them. And now John was here in your living room, bleeding on your couch.

Bleeding.

Fuck.

You sprung into action and grabbed the first aid kit from your bathroom. You ran back to John's side and opened up the box.

"What happened?" you asked.

"Bullet wound." John grunted.

Oh. That's right. Part of his job that he had to protect you from. But if that was the case, then why was he here?

"Take off your jacket and shirt. I need to see the injury." you started pulling gauze and a bullet puller out of your kit.

John complied and stripped himself so his bare chest was visible to you. God, his abs looked even better than when you had last seen them.

Fucking focus, Y/n, you mentally scolded yourself. He's still bleeding.

"This is gonna hurt." you warned.

John shifted to give you a better angle. "Just do it."

You moved the puller into the flesh of his side and began extracting the bullet. Focus now, scream later. You wanted to give John a piece of your mind after coming back here, but you were wise enough to know that his situation must be pretty dire if he'd come all this way to you.

"I'm sorry for coming back." John said, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"Seems like you had nowhere else to go." you said plainly. "There." you carefully removed the tool with the bullet inside. Taking an antiseptic wipe, you cleaned the edges of the hole, making John wince slightly. After wiping it down, you grabbed thick layers of gauze and instructed John to hold them over the wound. You took some wrap to hold the pads in place. Once you were finished, you stood and silently went to wash your hands in the kitchen sink.

John stood up and made his way over to you. "Y/n, I-"

"Don't." you snapped, your voice sharp as a knife. "You abandoned me, left me alone in the cold with no warning. You don't talk to me for over me for a year, and then one night you suddenly decide to come back and ask for my help? You've got some fuckin' nerve John Wick."

"Listen, I'm sorry. I told you, it was for your own safety. I'm an assassin. Trained to kill. That kind of life doesn't have room for someone like you." John stepped towards you.

"Someone like me?" you sneered. "What am I? Weak?"

"No, you're not weak. Your my weakness. Someone that other assassins and mob bosses would happily go for to teach me a lesson. They burned down my fucking house Y/n. If you had still been with me, you would've been dead too." John closed the gap between you two and grabbed your arms. "I won't put you at risk like that. Not now, not ever."

"You could protect me, I know you're more than capable."

John rolled his eyes, but you cut him off before he could say anything.

"Or you could teach me to protect myself. I'm not as soft as you think I am. I could be a badass." you searched his eyes for any emotions.

"Y/n, I don't want to lose you because of my work. I can't." John whispered. "That day I said goodbye to you was the worst day of my life. It tore me apart. I haven't been the same without you. I came by your house a few times. I wanted to knock on your door and beg you for forgiveness. I knew coming here would possibly put you at risk, but I really didn’t have anywhere else to go. And…no matter how hard I try, it seems I can’t keep my distance from you.”

Your heartbeat increased at his admission. Even after a year, those feelings were still there. "I’ve been a mess without you." you whimpered. “Every day was the same. I hardly ever left. I couldn’t eat, sleep, or even take care of myself. I tried calling you, but I never got through. It was like you never existed. I've...missed you a lot."

John didn't speak. Instead he lowered his head and pulled you in for a kiss. He moved his hands to the back of your head and held them there.

You stood up on your tiptoes and wrapped your arms around his neck. Your whole body was burning with desire. Your underwear was already wet just from kissing him.

"Y/n," John panted.

You kissed him again. "Shut up and kiss me."

John's hands moved their way down, over the curve of your breasts and down to your hips. In one swift motion, he lifted you onto the kitchen counter and moved in between your legs.

You wrapped yourself around him, making sure to avoid the wound on his side. Your hands combed through his long, dark hair. God, you missed this. The passion between you too was intense.

John began moving his clothed erection against your core, making you whimper. John took this opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth and explore.

"John," you gasped when you felt his fingers pinch your nipple. "Oh god, John."

"Да любовь?" (Yes, love?)

"I need you, I need you now." you panted.

John broke the kisses and knelt down in between your legs. The nightgown you were wearing was short enough that all he had to do was move your underwear aside and-

"Oh fuck!" you cried out as John began sucking on your clit. You wrapped your legs around his head. One hand braced yourself on the counter, the other tangled itself in John's hair again.

John continued eating you out ravenously. In truth, he missed you too. A lot. He added two fingers into your throbbing pussy while continuing to suck on your precious pearl.

"John, fuck!" you threw your head back. "Need you inside." you pleaded.

With one last lick, John rose to his feet. "Как хочешь, детка." (As you wish, baby.) John unbuckled his belt and tossed it to the side. He pushed his erection out from under his pants and boxers. The tip was red and already sticky with precum. He grabbed your hips and lifted you up off the counter and down onto his cock.

“Fuck!” you both cried out.

You’d forgotten how big he was. The sudden entrance hurt only for a second before you felt overwhelming pleasure. You kissed John roughly and tugged on his hair. “P-please move.” you begged.

John squeezed your ass and walked you over to the couch. He slid out of you and set you down on the floor, making you groan at the loss. But within a second he had turned you around, bent you over the couch, and buried himself balls deep inside your wet pussy.

“Christ!” you screamed out. At this angle, you were at the mercy of John, and it turned you on to no end.

John set a punishing rhythm, practically rocking the couch back and forth. Every time he snapped his hips into you, his balls would smack into your clit. He grabbed onto your hips so he could lift you up slightly and oh-

“Right there! John I need it right there!” you moaned.

Even after a year he still knew how to make you see stars. Normally, you and John wouldn’t fuck like this. It was a little rough, but still tender. This was completely different. It was needy, wild, and animalistic. But you didn’t mind. You’d never felt this good before. The way John was manhandling you, using you how he needed to- It was hot as hell.

“Y/n,” John’s hips stuttered. “I’m close, oh fuck I’m so close. W-where? Where любовь?” (Where baby?)

“Inside! Cum inside me please!” you whined. “Need you to fill me up John, fill me until I can’t hold anymore in me!” you clenched around his cock, making John growl.

“Моя грязная девушка нуждается во мне, чтобы заполнить ее? Хочет, чтобы я ее разводил и ребенка ей в живот посадил?” (Does my dirty girl need me to fill her up? Does she want me to breed her and put a baby in her belly?)

“Y-yes!” you moaned. “I need it John!”

As impossible as it seemed, John began thrusting into you at an even faster pace. Your whines, his load groans, and the slapping of skin filled the room. “Gonna cum Y/n, oh god!” John dug his fingers into the flesh of your ass and pumped his way through his orgasm.

The feeling of his semen coating your walls was enough to make you cum as well. Your pussy spasmed and clenched down on John, milking him for every last drop. Once John had emptied himself, he stilled, basking in the feeling of you wrapped around him. You were both sweaty and panting. When John pulled himself out of you, a little bit of cum leaked from your pussy. He pushed it back in with two fingers, causing you to moan. You scooted off the back of the couch and retrieved your underwear from the floor.

“Y/n,” John said softly, causing you to look up. “I never should have left you. Please understand that my intentions weren’t to hurt you, but to keep you safe. I need you back in my life...if you’ll have me.”

Your heart softened at his words. Of course you wanted him back in your life. You knew now how dangerous his work was, and why he tried to keep you out of harm’s way. “I need you back too John. But I need to trust you again. I need to know that you won’t leave. I can’t…” your throat began to swell up. “I can’t lose you like that again. It was torture. Please don’t leave anymore.” tears spilled down your cheeks.

“Oh любовь (baby), I’m so sorry.” John pulled you into his arms and rubbed your back. “I promise I’m not leaving. I’ll do whatever it takes to earn your trust again.” he kissed the top of your head.

You hugged him even tighter, not caring about the bullet wound in his side. The road ahead would be a little rocky. There would be good days and bad days. But neither of you minded. You were both willing to put in the work to strengthen your relationship again. And you finally felt peace. You felt safe once more. You had John back, and you never wanted to let go.

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Little Star (Glamrock Freddy x Reader)💛

| Glamrock Freddy x gn!reader | Warnings: none! Just some wholesome fluff | Freddy finds you upset and alone on your birthday and helps turn things around. |

Well. Wasn't this spectacular?

It was your birthday today, and it seemed you would be spending it alone. When you mentioned to your "friends" that you wanted to celebrate at Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex, they laughed.

Who cared how old you were, the pizzaplex was awesome! There had never been a cooler place to celebrate your birthday. Bonnie Bowl, Monty Golf, Fazerblast, Roxy Raceway (out of order but still cool), Mazercise, and much more. Even though your friends had teased you about the idea, they'd still show up...right?

Your party was scheduled to start at 1:30pm and it was now past 3:00pm.

You sat in the party room at a table in the far corner, watching the show on stage. The glamrocks were passionately performing a song, and there were tons of kids dancing along in front of the stage. You envied them. Your pizza had gone cold but you didn't care. You weren't in the mood to eat. How could your friends be so mean? You took another sip of your soda and sighed. Maybe you should just go home? At least there you could cry in the privacy of your own bedroom.

You were so wrapped up in your thoughts, that you hadn't noticed the show was over and the animatronics were walking around. It wasn't until you were tapped on the shoulder that you finally snapped back into reality.

"Hello there!" a cheerful voice said.

It was none other than Freddy Fazbear. The giant animatronic smiled and waved at you.

You looked up and gave him your best fake smile. "Hi."

Freddy's expression grew concerned. "Are you alright? You seem, sad."

Tears suddenly blurred your vision, and you started softly crying. You hugged yourself tight and tried to compose yourself, but all of the pent-up emotions were too strong.

Freddy sat down at your table and gently rubbed your back. "There, there, superstar. Tell me what's the matter?"

You sniffed and wiped your eyes. "M-my friends didn't show up f-for my birthday party." you stuttered. "Today's my birthday."

"Oh, I'm so sorry. That is truly awful." Freddy said sympathetically.

"They said the pizzaplex was for kids." you continued. "But I love it here! There's so many fun things to do and games to play." you turned towards the animatronic bear. "And there's you. Your band. You guys are my favorite part of this place. I know all your songs," you blushed at your admission. "I even have posters in my room of you guys. But you're my favorite Freddy, you always have been."

Freddy pat your head cheerfully. "That is most wonderful to hear, I am glad my friends and I can bring you such joy. Tell me, superstar, what is your name?"

You smiled. "My name's Y/n." you held out your hand. "Nice to finally meet you, Freddy."

Freddy gently shook your hand. "Y/n, a wonderful name for a wonderful person. It is a pleasure to meet you as well."

"I feel a little better now, thank you." you nodded. "I'm sure you've got other guests to talk to, I don't want to take up any more of your time."

"Nonsense Y/n, it is your birthday today! And since you did not have a good start to it, I will stay with you and help make it special." Freddy stood up and offered his hand. "Come with me, let's celebrate your birthday properly."

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You and Freddy spent the entire day together, having a blast. Freddy knew how to beat each of the games, so you ended up winning tons of tickets and getting some really cool prizes. He even won you a Glamrock Freddy plushie.

"For you, my special little star." Freddy handed the toy over and hugged you tight. "Happy birthday."

You had asked Freddy if he wanted to play fazerblast with you, but he seemed apprehensive.

"I would love to play with you, but the laser from the blasters temporarily blinds us. It is most uncomfortable. I secretly envy Monty and his sunglasses."

"Oh!" you set your backpack down and pulled out a pair of heart-shaped glasses. "You can wear these!" you said with a smile on your face.

Freddy took them and put them on.

"How do you like them?" you asked.

"They are strange," Freddy looked around. "But I think they will do the trick!"

You played 3 rounds of fazerblast to determine the winner. Freddy had a bit of a hard time adjusting to seeing out of the glasses at first, which was a little funny to watch. He kept stumbling around and accidentally bumping into the S.T.A.F. bots or the walls. You tried your best not to laugh, but it was quite the sight to see. You ended up winning since you were smaller and much quicker than Freddy. And you did run a little bit, against Freddy's warnings. He would gently scold you and remind you of the rules.

After fazerblast, you moved on to Bonnie Bowl. Freddy seemed a little saddened by being there, and you could only guess that it was due to Bonnie no longer being a part of the pizzaplex. Whenever he would stare sadly at the pictures of the purple rabbit or make a comment about how he missed his friend, you would offer him a hug or some comforting words. This seemed to cheer Freddy up a lot, and he thanked you many times for your kindness. Of course, since Freddy was a giant animatronic bear, he was much stronger than you and kept getting strikes. He sheepishly apologized every time and gave you tons of encouragement whenever it was your turn.

"You've got this Y/n!" Freddy cheered.

"Nice one! You're doing great!"

"Way to go superstar! I knew you could do it!"

You couldn't help but smile whenever Freddy would encourage you. No one had ever been so overwhelmingly supportive of you before. You appreciated his high fives and hugs, in fact, they made your cheeks flush. You could feel your smile grow whenever Freddy would turn his bright blue eyes towards you. There was nothing but laughter and smiles with him, and you enjoyed every moment.

Once you'd had your fill of winning games, you and Freddy got a ton of pizzas, soda, candy, and other treats and ate in his dressing room. You hadn't realized how hungry you were, and Freddy was concerned about the growling noises coming from you. He had thought you were malfunctioning or hurt until you explained what hunger was. He helped you order whatever you wanted, and made sure you didn't have to pay. By the time you were finished eating, you felt like going into hibernation. All that delicious food had made you sleepy. A yawn escaped your mouth as you stretched your arms.

"Are you alright?" Freddy questioned. "That noise you made, what was it?"

You laughed. It was cute the way Freddy inquired about your bodily functions. "It's just a yawn Freddy. It means I'm sleepy."

"Ah, I see. Well in that case," he stood up from his chair and knelt down to your spot on the floor. "You can stay here and recharge, I-I mean rest." Freddy lifted you into his arms and moved over to the couch as you laughed. He sat down and leaned back on the cushions, cradling you.

"I'm not a robot Freddy, I don't need to recharge."

"Apologies, I am not used to human terminology for things."

"It's okay, you're just funny is all." you smiled.

Even if your friends had shown up, you never would've had this much fun. In fact, you were glad they hadn't come. Real friends would never abandon each other like that. Today had been the best day of your life, no doubt. In fact, in your induced food coma, you were beginning to question if any of this was actually happening.

"Is this real?" you wondered out loud.

"Is what real, Y/n?" Freddy asked, tilting his head to the side.

"It feels like a dream. This whole day. It's been so perfect." you mused, your eyes becoming heavy. "I've never had such a fun time in my entire life."

Freddy chuckled and patted your head. "I can assure you Y/n, it is real. I am glad to hear you are having a better time than before. Everyone deserves to have a good birthday, especially you, superstar. You deserve it most of all."

"Thank you, Freddy. For being a good friend. A real friend." With one more yawn, you settled into Freddy's arms and shut your eyes. You were out cold within minutes.

Freddy pulled a small blanket over your sleeping frame and smiled. "Sweet dreams, my little star. And happy birthday."

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Dating Bucky Barnes Headcanons Part 2- (NSFW)❤️

| Bucky Barnes x fem!reader | Warnings: some light swearing, SMUT- Praise/degradation, light choking, teasing, Daddy kink, orgasm denial, overstimulation | Part 1 in case you missed it |

Now. We already know that Bucky is an A+ boyfriend. But inquiring minds want to know, how does he perform in the bedroom?

Well.

Let me tell you.

You're in for a treat.

Bucky may not have been intimate with anyone in a while, but that doesn't mean he's lost his touch.

Hell no.

He already has incredible stamina, but the super-soldier serum multiplied it by 100.

Bucky can go for hours just teasing you.

Depending on what mood he's in, he'll either make you cum multiple times or deny you your release until you're begging him for it.

"I don't know Princess, have you earned it yet?" he murmured in your ear.

"Y-yes Daddy!" you cried out.

"I didn't hear you say please." Bucky completely stilled his movements, making you whine incoherently.

"Use your big girl words." he scolded.

"Please Daddy, please let me cum. I've been such a good girl!" you practically screamed.

"Hmmm, okay. I guess I'll let you. Hang on tight Princess," he said as you gripped his shoulders. "I'm gonna make you see stars."

On the days where he is feeling nicer, he’ll make you cum over and over again, turning your legs to jelly.

He knows where your sweet spots are, and he can hit them almost effortlessly with his fingers, tongue, or dick.

Bucky has a few rules in the bedroom that you need to follow.

Address him as Daddy or Sir.

Use your manners (please and thank you) and your 'big girl words' when you wanted something.

And always, tell him right away when something was wrong or didn't feel good.

"What's your safeword Princess?"

"Honeycomb, Daddy." you said proudly as Bucky pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"Good girl. Now let's begin."

It was a sight to behold when you were on your knees with Bucky’s cock in your mouth, slurping and bobbing your head.

Fucking hell. He could cum just from watching you, let alone the tantalizing sensation of your tongue on his dick.

He’ll never push your head down, instead, he’ll pet your hair and give you endless praise.

“That’s it, you’re doing so good. Makin’ me feel so fucking good doll.”

While you were sucking him off, he would use his metal hand to play with your sensitive nipples.

But y’know what he loves more than watching you give him head? Burying his face in between your gorgeous thighs.

Hell, he’d stay there all day if he could.

You always taste delicious to him, like peach jam.

He likes calling you Peaches for that reason too.

With his heightened senses, he can actually smell your arousal. It calls to him, drives him crazy.

Once he got a taste of your sweet juices, he found it very hard to stop.

Bucky eats you out like a starved man.

Not only do you taste and smell delicious, but your moans are music to his ears.

All he can think about is how he wants more.

This man eats pussy for his pleasure and yours.

He knows when to suck, how to flick, and where to lick you.

And when he adds in his fingers?

Forget it.

Your back is arching off the bed and your voice goes hoarse.

“Let me hear you doll, don’t hold back. I want to hear every noise you make.”

He curls them into that amazing spot and sends you over the edge.

Bucky’s body may be chiseled by the gods, but his dick was shaped by the Devil.

Perfect length. Long enough to make it feel like he was in your stomach, but not to cause any pain or discomfort.

Thick from shaft to head.

His balls are big enough to smack into your pussy whenever he’s thrusting into you.

Bucky normally sets an even pace, with a swirl of his hip here and there to catch you off guard.

When you and Bucky had your first time, he was incredibly gentle and tender.

But once he knows that you can take him, he won’t be afraid to use you as he pleases.

He loves having you on your back with one leg over his shoulder so he can get a deep angle and watch you come undone.

He’ll switch from holding up your leg to grabbing onto your hips and moving you up and down while still thrusting into you.

He also enjoys doggy style, especially when he’s having his way with you.

“What’s got you so worked up Princess?” he teased you. “You’re such a slut for my cock aren’t you? M’ gonna fuck you so hard, you’ll still feel me inside you for days.”

Bucky loves pulling on your hair, whether it’s short or long.

He’ll do anything you ask of him, as long as it doesn’t cause you harm.

So when you asked him about the idea of choking you, he immediately refused.

Not only could he seriously hurt you, but he’d also already done that when Zemo triggered the Winter Soldier.

You patiently and carefully explained the proper way to choke someone without hurting them, he slowly started to come around to the idea.

Once he knew that he wasn’t hurting you and that you liked his metal hand around your throat, he found that he enjoyed it too.

Bucky is very big on aftercare.

He’ll run you a hot bath or shower after a long session, and wash your hair and body for you.

Or he’ll massage your entire body with lotion or essential oil and rub away any stiffness.

He’ll praise you endlessly as he’s taking care of you.

“Such a good girl, you did so well for me.” Bucky slowly kissed you. “Daddy’s very proud.”

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Dating Bucky Barnes Headcanons Part 1💛

| Bucky Barnes x fem!reader | Warnings: a little bit of angst but mainly fluff! | NSFW Part 2 |

You and Bucky meet through Steve, who you’ve known for a long time. He’s been with you through some of the tough times and offered his advice and undying support.

Steve introduces you to Bucky when you come to the Avengers compound for Tony’s birthday party.

The first thing you notice is the metal arm, but you know better than to ask about it.

Bucky falls in love with you the moment you shook his hand and introduce yourself.

Your smile was like sunshine and your voice was soft like a melody.

He thinks your gorgeous, and that he’d never have a chance with you.

Which is exactly what you’re thinking.

Bucky is a very handsome man, how could you possibly get his attention?

You’re not an extrovert either, so you and Bucky spend the night sitting on the couch talking and getting to know each other.

As tempted as you are to ask about the metal arm, you figure it’s linked to some unpleasant memories.

Bucky takes a while to relax. For the past 70 years, he’s been broken down and tortured. So he’s extremely wary of new people coming into his life.

But when he finally does feel more comfortable around you, he shows a bit of his true personality.

You’re the only other person besides Steve that he feels safe with. He can tell your intentions are good.

At the end of the night, you bravely ask for his number, your cheeks flushed and your heart racing.

Bucky freezes for a moment.

You what his number? You don’t know what he’s done, where he’s been. He’s a monster, and you’re an angel. Why would you want to be around him?

Nevertheless, you two exchange numbers and both of you go to sleep with the other on your mind.

Bucky has walked into your life and now you feel like you’re walking on air.

You text back and forth all the time.

Any chance you get, you two spend it together.

You’re the first and last thing on his mind every day.

He can’t remember the last time he felt this way.

Bucky is scared though, you still have no clue who he is, and he’s convinced that when you find out, you’ll leave him.

Even after months of talking and hanging out, you can sense that he’s still on edge around you.

“Bucky, what’s wrong?” you ask him one day while watching a movie.

“Nothin’ doll.” he turns towards you “Why’d you ask?”

You sigh. “You seem tense is all, like you can’t relax around me.” You look down at your hands. “Did I do something wrong?”

Bucky’s heart breaks into a million pieces.

He gathers you in his big, strong arms and holds you close

“No, not at all Y/n. It’s just…” he can feel his mind slip into flashbacks.

Bucky lets go of you and stands up. What the hell is he supposed to say?

If he messes this up, he’ll lose you. And he doesn't want to lose you.

“Buck. I’m your friend. Just talk to me.” you plead.

Bucky looks down at you, your eyes filled with concern.

This is it. He’s at the crossroads.

Either he lies and continues to keep you at a distance, or he takes a leap of faith and lets you in.

For your sake, Bucky wants to keep you protected from his past

But how is he supposed to further your relationship if you don’t know him?

He decides it’s only fair for you to know. To rip the bandaid off and see if you stick around or run.

“Y/n, there are some things I need to tell you. About me. About who I am.”

He tells you everything.

He spares you some of the more gruesome details, but he tells you who he used to be and how he was taken prisoner by Hydra.

You sit there and listen, occasionally taking his hand when he starts to break down.

The more he talks, the more your heart shatters.

This man has been through hell and back, and he’s still not out of the woods yet.

But you feel honored that he feels comfortable enough to share these intimate memories with you.

When he’s finished, both of you are crying.

Which confuses Bucky. He’s done unspeakable things. The Winter Soldier is still inside him. He's dangerous. Why would you cry over him?

Suddenly you throw your arms around him and hug him as tight as you can.

“I’m so sorry Buck. For everything you’ve been through. If I could take all that pain away from you, I’d do it in a heartbeat.” you pull away from him and gaze into his beautiful blue eyes.

No one has ever been this loving towards him except maybe his mother.

But this kind of affection is different and he can tell.

“I’ll protect you. I won’t let anyone hurt you again.” you whispered.

Bucky brings you into a bone-crushing embrace.

He never wants to let go of you.

He would’ve bet every last dime that you would have turned the other way and ran.

At yet, here you were, promising to keep him safe.

A super-soldier like him, who could take down countless attackers without breaking a sweat, and you had promised to protect him.

From that moment on, Bucky knew he needed you in his life, and that he’d use every last breath to keep you safe too.

Instinctively, Bucky kisses you. He’s so caught up in the moment and overwhelmed with emotions that he can’t think straight.

All he wants is you.

But then he realizes what he's doing, and he immediately pulls away. It's too soon, it's the wrong moment.

You’re too shocked to speak.

Bucky. Kissed. You.

You lean in and connect your lips again.

If you could bring him closer, you would.

Both of you are completely immersed in each other.

Neither of you wants to let go.

You sit together in silence after breaking the kiss, just soaking in the moment.

Bucky is the first to speak.

“Doll, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

You smile, like the sun breaking through the clouds.

“Me too Bucky.” you brush some of his hair away.

“Be mine Y/n. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, and I want to make you mine.” Bucky takes your hands in his.

You practically throw yourself into his arms again. “I’m yours if you’ll be mine too.”

And so it begins.

You and Bucky become inseparable. Practically joined at the hip as Steve calls it.

But in truth, he's just happy to see his best friend smiling again.

Bucky is such a gentleman. He opens every door for you, gives you his jacket when you're cold, never lets you pay for anything when you go out, and always walks you to your door when you arrive home after a date.

The most romantic thing though? He buys you a bouquet of flowers every time he takes you out.

For your first date, he showed up at your door with red roses.

The second date he brought you white daisies.

On the third, purple chrysanthemums.

To him, you were his goddess, and you deserved to be treated as such. He worshiped the ground you walked on. You were his saving grace.

Bucky always makes sure to be touching some part of you at all times.

Holding your hand in public, touching his thigh to yours when sitting next to each other, keeping his arm around your waist or over your shoulders, and giving you quick pecks on the forehead or cheek.

He loves to kiss the corner of your jaw when he greets you.

"You look amazing doll, and you smell heavenly." he'll purr in your ear as he kisses you.

You've never been treated better. Bucky never failed to make you feel loved and appreciated.

When you were sad, he would hold you in his arms and stroke your hair lovingly.

"What can I do to help princess? Do you need comfort or advice?" he'd ask once you were calm.

If you just wanted to let it all out or vent your feelings to him, he'd patiently listen and sympathize with you.

"That's awful Y/n, I'm sorry. I'm here for you now." he'd say before kissing you slowly.

If you needed advice or solutions to help whatever situation you were dealing with, he'd brainstorm with you.

"Don't worry sweetheart, we'll figure it out together."

You found ways to reach him in his moments of darkness too.

You were there the day that Zemo said the trigger words and brought back the Winter Soldier.

Tony and Natasha tried to stop you from approaching Bucky, but you didn't listen.

Of course, he didn't recognize you at first, but when you started reminding him of the time you had your first kiss, you see his eyes soften and his grip on your neck loosened.

Which gave the rest of the Avengers the chance to restrain Bucky until he returned to his normal self.

Bucky scolded you for being so reckless. Why had you put yourself in harm's way?

"I told you I'd protect you Buck. I meant it."

About a year or so into your relationship, Bucky asked you if you'd consider moving in with him.

"I've already done some research. There's this cute apartment about 10 minutes away from the compound. Good price, nice view, and spacious. Whaddya say Doll?" Bucky said with a smile.

You felt like you couldn't breathe. Bucky wanted to move in with you? You were so overwhelmed with emotions that you jumped straight into Bucky's open arms.

"I'll take that as a yes then." he said as he kissed your head.

When you both were ready to move out, everyone from the team helped out.

Steve, Bucky, and Thor did most of the heavy lifting.

Once all the furniture was in place, you and Wanda started organizing and decorating. Everything was ready and in its rightful place within 3 hours.

You ordered pizzas for everyone and sat around your new place, making memories.

Bucky caught your eye, and for a moment it was like time slowed down.

You both shared a loving smile, knowing that this would be a fond memory for years to come.

You and Bucky decided to split the household chores.

He was responsible for cooking, taking out the trash, and watering the plants.

You were in charge of doing the laundry and the dishes.

On cleaning days, you took care of the bathroom, the bedroom, and the outdoor patio. Bucky cleaned the kitchen and the living room.

Tuesdays were always grocery shopping days.

Bucky never let you carry any of the groceries in. He would grab every bag and carry it all in one trip.

Having plums in the house at all times was a must.

Fridays were usually date nights. You alternated weekly on who would be coming up with date plans.

If you fell asleep on the couch, Bucky would gently carry you to bed and tuck you in.

Bucky loved drifting off with you in his arms, your head resting on his chest with a pillow underneath it for support.

Of course, this never lasted, as Bucky was like a tornado in bed.

This was, in some part, due to his nightmares, but even on good nights, he tossed and turned.

On one occasion, you woke up to Bucky suddenly kicking you with such force you were flung from the bed.

He of course apologized profusely later, but you couldn't help but laugh at the situation.

When Bucky did have a nightmare, however, you could always tell.

His cries and pleas would wake you up, and no matter how sleepy you were, you'd spring into action to soothe him back to sleep or assure him that he was safe.

You helped Bucky develop a skincare routine, which caused him to get endlessly teased by Sam.

Eventually, he became super high maintenance.

He never went to bed without doing his routine. Even if it was 4am.

You also helped Bucky cut his hair when he started therapy.

He wasn't the Winter Soldier anymore, and his long hair was somewhat a reminder of who he used to be.

"It's time Y/n." Bucky said as he sat in front of the mirror in the bathroom.

"Are you sure Buck?" you said, grabbing the scissors. "You can still be James and have your long hair."

Bucky shook his head. "No, I want to start fresh. I'm ready." he nodded and you began cutting his hair.

On Sundays, you and Bucky would take a walk around the park and watch the sunset.

You would stroll around, hand in hand, and talk about anything and everything.

When the sun had dipped below the horizon, you and Bucky would walk to get ice cream.

Everything felt natural and easy.

Throughout the hardships and uncertainties, you were there for him and he was there for you.

And neither of you could remember being this happy.

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I'm Right Here (L. Lawliet x Reader) Part 2❤️

| L. Lawliet x fem!reader | Warnings: swearing, SMUT- oral giving and receiving | This is the continuation of the story, I'm Right Here | Written in 3rd person again | Reader wakes to find L stressed, so she offers him a way to get his mind off things. |

Part 1 Here

Y/n rolled over onto her side sleepily and reached out for her lover. But her hand only connected with the bedsheets next to her. She slowly opened her eyes and found L's side of the bed empty. Y/n propped herself up on her elbows and turned around to scan the room. He wasn't in the bedroom or the bathroom they shared. Meaning he was back in front of his laptop working. Y/n sighed and climbed out of bed.

One day I'm going to smash that stupid laptop. she thought to herself.

Not that it would help, it wasn't the source of her problems. L was the world's best detective, and he was needed now more than ever. Sure she knew how important his work was, but it was still hard for her to accept. Not just because she wanted his undivided attention, but because she also saw the problems his work caused him. He was dedicated, to a fault. So much so, that she had to be the one to remind him to eat and properly take care of himself. They were both under a lot of pressure.

Y/n found L seated in his chair in front of his computer again. His hair was still messy and his jeans were wrinkled. She smiled, he was a mess but he was her mess.

"Good morning Y/n." L said without turning around.

"Morning." Y/n stretched and walked up to his chair. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed a kiss into his cheek. "When did you get up?"

L looked at the digital clock on his screen. "About 4:30am."

Y/n straightened. "You only slept three and a half hours? L, your body needs more rest than that."

"I don't need as much sleep as the average person." he said plainly, making Y/n roll her eyes.

"Ah yes, I forgot you're not the average person." she taunted.

"I've already made great progress in the short amount of time. I've got some stuff to go over with the task force later today." L gathered some papers and tucked them into a folder.

Y/n leaned over again and kissed L's neck. "Then why don't you take a break and come back to bed with me?" Y/n whispered in a sultry tone.

L's body perked up just a bit, enough for Y/n to notice. He cleared his throat. "I shouldn't, there's still more work to be done."

"Oh c'mon L, please? You've been up since 4am, and it's nearly 10am now. You deserve a break." she kissed the corner of his jaw. "Besides, I miss you. I need you."

L turned his chair and pulled Y/n into his lap. "Is that so, dear?" L kissed a trail from her lips all the way down to her collarbone.

"Yes," Y/n said, her voice ragged.

L lifted his head and attacked Y/n's lips, kissing her with passion and fervor. His hands moved from her hips all the way up to cup her soft breasts, making Y/n moan into his mouth.

Y/n moved her clothed core against her boyfriend's lap, becoming more eager when she felt his erection grow beneath her. She ran her fingers through his soft, black hair and tugged when he bit her bottom lip.

L lifted Y/n's body up and squeezed her ass as he walked to the bedroom. Still holding onto her, L crawled onto the bed and put his lover on her back. Y/n opened her mouth and L's tongue invaded the space, quickly finding her tongue and battling with it. L tugged at Y/n's shirt and she broke the kiss to take off the garment and toss it aside. L leaned down and began sucking on her left nipple, as his right hand crept down lower to tease her clit. His long, delicate fingers navigated their way under her sweatpants and underwear. His thumb slowly rubbed circles on her sensitive clit, making Y/n cry out.

"Oh L, fuck!" she squirmed under his touch. She shifted her hips and pulled off the remainder of her clothes to give him more access.

L switched over to her right breast and began teasing her nipple with his tongue. He bit down on her soft skin, leaving a nice-sized hickey. Once he was satisfied, L kissed his way between her breasts, down her stomach, to her hips, and then-

"JESUS FUCK!" Y/n screamed when his tongue came into contact with her core.

Y/n maybe L's first girlfriend, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know what he's doing. He knows where to suck, when to lick, and how to push his tongue inside her to taste her sweet nectar. And boy does she taste good.

When Y/n first asked him to go down on her, L was at a loss. What was he supposed to do? He knew about oral sex but he'd never actually done anything of the sort. How was he supposed to please his partner after all the pleasure she'd given him?

"Just eat me like you would a slice of cake."

And just like that, L knew exactly what to do.

Y/n's pussy was his favorite flavor of cake. He savored every second he spent between her thighs, he'd live there if he could. She smelled of strawberries and tasted like vanilla. Her skin was so incredibly soft and warm. The perfect sanctuary. His sacred goal was her Earth-shattering orgasm, and he delivered every single time.

"Ahhh, L don't stop please!" Y/n moaned and L pushed his face deeper between her legs, nearly suffocating himself. Y/n continued riding his face, chasing her high and grabbed two fistfuls of L's hair. Each flick of his tongue brought her closer and closer to her release. Y/n's moans mixed with the obscene slurping noises from L filled the room as she neared her climax.

L flattened his tongue and licked from her entrance all the way up to her clit before settling there and flicking it back and forth with his pink muscle.

"L, I'm gonna cum, oh god!" Y/n cried out in pleasure.

"Let me taste you, my dear. Don't hold anything back." L purred before attaching his lips to her swollen clit and sucking it like a lollipop.

His words combined with that heavenly suction sent Y/n over the edge, her pornographic moans rang out as she bucked her hips through her release.

Y/n lowered her hips back down and sighed, feeling like she was floating after cumming so hard. She looked down at L who was wiping his mouth off with the sleeve of his shirt.

He got up off the bed and went to leave when Y/n sat up and grabbed his wrist.

"You haven't cum yet." she said.

L looked down at her. "I should get back to work Y/n."

Y/n squeezed his wrist and tugged him back to the bed. "Please L, forget work. I want more of you, I need more of you." she took his other hand and laced her fingers together with his. "I know how important this case is, but I can't help but feel neglected sometimes. You disappear whenever you sit in front of that computer. I miss you."

L tilted his head to the side. "But I'm usually here with you."

"I know that, you're physically here but you're not present in the moment. I just," Y/n wiped a tear from her eye and turned away. "Sorry. I shouldn't say anymore. I know how hard you work."

"Y/n," L called to her softly. "I'm right here. I'm sorry that I've made you feel neglected." he scratched the back of his neck. "Forgive me, I know how wrapped up in my work I can get. How about I take today off?"

Y/n looked up at her boyfriend with stars in her eyes. "Really?"

L nodded. "I'll ask Watari to look after the meeting. Say I'm sick and can't make it."

Y/n smiled and stood up to hug L. "I love you so much."

L wrapped his arms around Y/n's waist and kissed her cheek. "I love you too." he whispered.

Y/n pressed her mouth to his and pulled L on top of her on the bed. She tugged his shirt over his head and put her hands around his neck.

L pressed his bare chest against Y/n's, savoring her warm skin against his. He reached down to unzip his jeans and wiggle his way out of them.

Y/n put her hands on his chest and pressed him onto his back so she could straddle his erection. She kissed him once, twice, before scooting backward to his waist and freeing his cock from his boxers. The tip was already red with a small amount of precum leaking out. Y/n rolled her tongue over the head before taking his length in his mouth. She used her other hand to pump up and down while licking and sucking him off.

L instinctively bucked his hips sending his cock further down her throat, but Y/n wasn't phased. She took him deeper and moaned, the vibrations bouncing off him in her mouth. L let out a loud groan and grabbed a handful of her hair when she hollowed her cheeks and added more suction.

"Y/n," L moaned. "that feels so good." he tapped her chin. "Want to be inside. Now."

Y/n gave him one last suck before stopping and moving back on top of L's body.

He swiftly flipped her over onto her back. L had always preferred missionary so he could watch Y/n come undone. She was a sight to behold and he wanted to see every second of it. L spread her legs open wider before coating his tip in the juices flowing from her pussy. They both moaned loudly as L pushed his way inside, fulling sheathing himself inside her.

"L," Y/n purred. "You feel so good."

L captured her lips in a kiss as he began moving inside her. He started off slow, but picked up speed quickly. She just felt so good. Tight and warm. Fuck, it nearly sent him over the edge.

Y/n wrapped her legs around her lover's waist and moved her hips to meet L's. "Yes honey, just like that. You feel so good." she praised.

L quickened his thrusts more as he neared his release. "Y/n, dear. I'm close." L buried his face in her neck and began marking her skin. He swept his thumb over her clit, causing her to clench down on his cock.

"F-fuck L, I'm close too. Don't stop." she cried out as she threw her head back.

L continued massaging her and thrusting into her at a rapid pace, his balls slapping her wet pussy beneath them. L grunted and shut his eyes and his orgasm approached. "Y/n I'm cumming!" L grabbed her by the hips and held her down as he relentlessly pumped into her tight pussy.

"Oh, Lawliet!" Y/n screamed. "I'm cumming too!" One, two, three more thrusts, and the couple came together. Y/n's pussy clamped down hard and L continued to thrust all the way through his orgasm.

L stilled his movements but kept himself inside Y/n's warmth as the pleasure faded. He scooped her up in his arms and flipped them over so she could rest against his chest.

Y/n kissed L's cheek and put her head on his shoulder. She felt so safe in his arms. Y/n wished she could stay there forever. "I needed that." she said quietly with a smile.

"Me too." L kissed her temple and put one arm around her. He rubbed her back up and down as she lifted her head to look into his eyes.

"I wish I could stay here forever." she mused, brushing some hair out of L's face.

"I do too, I wish I had more free time." L turned his head to the side.

"I mean, you could. You don't have a boss, you could make your own schedule."

"Perhaps. Maybe I'll look into that." L caressed Y/n's cheek as she smiled at him. "Let's get some comfy clothes on and I'll order us some food. Are you in the mood for anything?"

Y/n kissed him and sat up. "Pizza. I don't care what kind. As long as it has (favorite topping).

L nodded. "Pizza it is then. Go run a bath while I order it, and I'll join you after." L grabbed his phone and dialed the restaurant while Y/n strolled into the bathroom and turned on the water.

After L called and placed the order, he joined Y/n in the bathtub. They took turns washing the other and making bubbles with the soap. L scrubbed Y/n's back and she washed his crazy hair. Once they finished, they sat on the couch and watched TV until the food arrived. L and Y/n spent the rest of the day in each other's arms, not worrying about the Kira case at all. They had a nice, relaxing day together. And although L would never admit it out loud, it did feel nice to just be in the company of the one he loved.

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Nightmares (Bucky Barnes x Reader)🧡💛

| Bucky Barnes (TFATWS) x fem!reader | Warnings: PTSD, alcohol use, and swearing | Bucky has never mentioned his nightmares to you (or anyone really), but one night when you crash at his place, you discover the agony your friend has been in. | Very fluffy ending |

The last thing you remember before passing out was you and Bucky rapidly taking shots. It was a Saturday night, and you had offered to take Bucky out to a bar and have some fun.

"You barely leave this apartment James." you lightly punched the man in his flesh arm. "You look like a kicked puppy just sitting here by yourself. Besides, drinking alone is never fun."

Bucky, being the gentleman he was, didn't let you pay for any of the drinks. It took three beers for him to finally loosen up and start enjoying himself. Which was what spurred the beginning of the end for you.

"I bet you $5 I can take more shots than you in 30 seconds." you challenged.

Bucky laughed at took a sip of his beer. "No way in hell doll, I could drink circles around you all night long."

You smirked. "Let's find out then."

It wasn't until you were on your third shot that you realized your mistake. Sure, you could hold your liquor, you'd never had a problem. But you'd forgotten to account for the super-soldier serum coursing through his veins. That meant that he could drink at least twice his weight and still be functional. You looked next to you as Bucky continued downing the 5th, 6th, 7th, 8th shot in a row and quickly realized you were going to lose. You could hear other people cheering him on, which only fueled him to drink more. Not wanting to admit defeat, you continued to take shots against your better judgment. Your throat was on fire and your head was spinning.

"Times up!" the bartender shouted as Bucky finished his final shot.

You looked down at the 6 empty shot glasses in front of you, then looked over to the...20 in front of Bucky. Fuck.

"Looks like I won doll, I think you owe me $5." Bucky smiled as he stepped towards you.

The entire room felt like it was spinning and you could no longer keep your balance. You felt your legs give out and prepared to hit the ground hard when you felt strong arms catch you and lift you off your feet. You slowly turned your head to see Bucky holding you in his arms, a concerned look on his face.

"Hey, Y/n you okay?" he called out, but his voice sounded like it was underwater.

With your remaining strength, you shook your head before promptly passing out in Bucky's arms.

Now you were conscious again, and lying in a bed. You weren't sure how much time had passed, but you could tell it was late. You looked on the nightstand next to you and saw a glass of water and two painkillers. You swallowed both greedily and chugged the rest of the water. You sighed and lied back down. Then you began to recall what had led to you passing out in the first place. Taking shots, getting dizzy, and collapsing...

Bucky.

You sat up again, turned on the lamp on the nightstand, and took in your surroundings. You were in Bucky's apartment. In his bed. The poor man must've carried your limp body all the way home and back into his apartment. You laughed quietly and rubbed your face. Guess you'd learned your lesson about challenging Bucky when it came to drinking.

"No, stop!" you heard a panicked voice say from the living room.

You swung your legs off the bed and quietly padded to the door. You cracked it open and saw Bucky lying on the floor of his living room tossing and turning. His bare chest was covered in sweat and he was panting.

"Please," he gasped. "Please I'll do anything, no more. I'll do whatever you want just...Please no more." Bucky choked back a sob.

Your heart shattered into a million pieces. You knew of Bucky's past, you'd been friends for years, but he'd never mentioned having nightmares. He seemed to be trapped in the past, back to being tortured by Hydra. You carefully tiptoed to his side and knelt down next to him. You didn't know if waking him would help or hurt him, but you knew you had to do something.

"NO!" Bucky shouted and bolted upright. His muscular chest heaved up and down. His eyes were red and watery.

"Hey, Buck." you took his face in your hands and turned him to look at you. "It's okay, you're safe." you searched his eyes for some shred of emotion but all you got was emptiness. Like he wasn't mentally there. "James." you tried again.

His gaze snapped back into focus and he looked up at you. "Y/n."

"It's okay, I'm here now." you whispered.

"I'm sorry, I woke you up huh?" he turned away from you.

"No, I was already awake. I heard you yelling." you sat down and crossed your legs. "I didn't know you were having these nightmares. You should've told me."

Bucky shook his head. "Didn't wanna burden you doll. Besides, they're not that bad."

"That's bullshit and we both know it. Look at me, Barnes."

Bucky sniffed and reluctantly turned his head in your direction. He looked tired. Sad and broken and tired. "They tortured me. They broke me. For seventy years they chipped away at me, piece by piece until I was an emotionless machine. Even now that I have my mind back, I can't quite shake off the hold they had on me. I know Shuri helped me, but I'm still trapped in the past. Like I'm gonna wake up and still be a prisoner of Hydra. I don't want to go back. I wish I could just forget." Bucky's voice quivered at the end.

You instinctively reached out and hugged him, pressing his head into your chest. You ran your fingers through his soft hair and whispered reassuring words to him.

"It's okay now Buck. I've got you. No one's ever gonna lay a finger on you. Not while I'm here." you whispered into his hair.

Bucky's breathing slowed and his heart stopped racing. His body unwound itself until he was calm again.

You let go of him and cupped his cheek in your hand. "How often do you have these nightmares?"

"Almost every night," he whispered.

You sighed. "Bucky I promise, you aren't burdening me. Call if this ever happens again and I'll come over." "No." Bucky shook his head and stood up, throwing the blanket he had aside. "If I do that, it'll open the floodgates. I'll be calling you every night and then you'll be just as sleep-deprived as me." he moved across the room and to the other side of the kitchen sink.

You stood up and walked to his side. "I don't care Buck. I won't be able to sleep now knowing that you're suffering. Let me help. Let me in." you touched his vibranium arm and looked at the floor. "I care about you so much James. I wish you could see how much I love you." you said, the last part barely audible. But Bucky's heightened sense of hearing picked it up.

He turned to you and you met his gaze. "Wish I could see what?" he tilted his head.

You shook your head. "Not now, I shouldn't." you waved your hands and stepped back.

Bucky snatched your wrist and pulled you back into his space, his gorgeous blue eyes staring you down. "Say it doll."

You huffed and looked away, your cheeks red and hot. "I-I shouldn't Buck. It's late and we've both been drinking-"

"Y/n." Bucky said sternly, cutting you off.

"Fine! I wish you could see how much I love you Bucky!" you shouted.

The silence that followed was deafening.

"You love me?" Bucky stated in disbelief. He turned your face so you would look at him. "How come you never said anything doll?"

You shrugged and wiped your eyes. "Figured you didn't feel the same way, and I didn't want to risk our friendship. Besides I always thought you had a thing for Nat."

Bucky threw his head back and laughed. "Nat's pretty, but she's nothing compared to you."

Now your cheeks were really red. You stepped closer to Bucky and he rested his forehead on yours. "I've been crushing on you ever since we met. I just didn't know how to make you mine." you said quietly.

"All you had to do was ask." Bucky whispered and you looked up into his eyes.

"Will you be mine, Bucky Barnes?" you asked, hope in your heart.

"I'd be honored doll." Bucky smiled and leaned his head down to capture your lips in a kiss.

And oh boy did he kiss you.

No one would ever be able to compare to the way Bucky kissed you. There was a tenderness that you had never known before, the loving touch of his lips on yours. And there was the hunger. The passion behind your lips connecting. He moved in perfect sync with you, his movements complimenting yours. His tongue found its way to your bottom lip and then into your mouth. You felt dizzy with happiness, like you were floating. Bucky leaned into the kiss, completely engulfing you in his affection. He stole the air from your lungs. Your hands had found their home around his neck and in his hair. Bucky lifted you into his arms and you clutched his shoulders.

“Fuck." you whispered, your head beginning to spin.

"What?" Bucky kissed your jaw.

"Still a little dizzy." you pressed your head to his again.

Bucky gently shifted you into bridal style and carried you to his bed. He slowly lowered you onto the mattress before grabbing your empty glass and walking back to the kitchen.

You put a hand to your forehead. You were hot and you were breathing like you'd run a marathon. Your face was still red and you felt like you were glowing.

Bucky returned to the bedroom with your glass of water and offered you some. He sat down next to you as you began drinking the entire cup.

"Hey hey," Bucky stopped you. "Slow down. There's plenty more where that came from."

You nodded and put the half-empty glass down. You laced your fingers with Bucky's and looked up at him. "Guess we know who's the better drinker. I still owe you $5."

Bucky laughed. "Keep your money doll. That kiss you gave me was a much better reward. Besides, I kinda cheated. Alcohol doesn’t affect me cuz of the serum."

“You asshole!” you smacked Bucky on the shoulder. “You should’ve told me that before I drank myself into passing out!”

Bucky chuckled. “Sorry doll, I just wanted to see how many you could take. 6 shots is impressive.” he winked.

“Whatever.” you jokingly rolled your eyes. You returned your gaze to Bucky’s handsome face. You were still in shock that he was yours now. Yet even through his good looks, you could see the exhaustion. The pain. You hadn’t really seen it before, but now that his walls were down, you saw how hard he was fighting. A part of you felt helpless. What could you do? You weren’t a therapist by any means. You came to the conclusion that even though you didn’t have a degree in psychology, you could still help Bucky in other ways. You reached out and squeezed his hand to get his attention. “I meant what I said earlier. Call me when you have those nightmares and I'll come over, no questions asked."

"Doll, I can't ask you to do that." Bucky shook his head. "That's way too much back and forth."

"Then let me move in." you said boldly.

The two of you stared at each other in silence. You mentally cursed yourself for saying that. What were you thinking?

Bucky was the one to break the quiet moment. "You'd actually want to move in with me? This soon?"

You put your hands up. "I know it's early, it just kinda came out. I'm sorry I-"

"Do you want to move in with me Y/n, yes or no?" Bucky stopped you.

You shut your mouth and fiddled the hem of your shirt. Did you want to move in with him? Sure it was quick, but you'd been in love with Bucky for a while now. You'd never admit it, but your apartment was lonely too. Having a roommate would definitely help that, not to mention make the rent a little more manageable.

"Y/n?" Bucky snapped you out of your thoughts.

"Yeah, I'd like to move in with you. It's kinda soon considering we just had our first kiss five minutes ago but," you took a deep breath. "I've had feelings for you for a while now Buck. And I think both of us could use some company."

"I don't care if it's too soon, I love you doll." Bucky kissed your hand and gazed into your eyes.

You could feel the butterflies in your stomach. He had actually said it back. He'd said those three magic words. "It's settled then." you laced your fingers with his. "Perfect timing. My lease ends next week."

"I'll ask Sam to help us move your stuff out and over here." Bucky nodded.

"Won't he be, you know, skeptical? We are kinda rushing into things."

"I don't give two shits what Sam thinks."

You smacked Bucky and he pretended to be hurt by your actions.

"Fine, Sam is a good friend and I appreciate him. But I don't mind what he thinks. All I know is that I want to spend the rest of my life by your side doll. I'd follow you to the ends of the Earth."

You smiled, as a yawn crept up on you. "I know you would Buck."

Bucky gently took you by the waist and guided you under the blankets. He reached over your small frame and shut the lamp off. Then he settled behind you and wrapped his arm around you. Bucky rested his head in the crook of your neck and closed his eyes.

You put your hand on top of his and snuggled into his warmth. From now on, your life would be measured as before Bucky and after Bucky. Everything had changed with that single kiss. Your life had changed forever, but you didn't mind one bit.

And Bucky? He'd had it rough for a while. Life had dragged him through the mud and left him to die. But for the first time in his life, he felt good about something. He had hope. You gave him that hope. You helped him see the good in the world when there was nothing left. He finally felt like he had someone to open up to. And for the first time in years, Bucky slept peacefully.

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Nothing To Fear (Bucky Barnes x Reader)🧡💛

| Bucky Barnes (TFATWS) x fem!reader | Warnings: slight mention of Bucky’s PTSD, fighting, swearing, mentions of drinking, brief mentions of sexual activity | Bucky has a hard time recovering after Zemo makes him pretend to be the winter soldier, and reader has to comfort him. |

“Zimniy soldat-” (Winter Soldier)

You froze, your drink still in hand. You knew what was about to happen. Zemo had said that Bucky would be pretending to be the winter soldier, but you didn’t think he’d actually have to do anything, much less follow commands like he used to. You turned your head to look at your lover, but he was nearly expressionless. Even if his face didn’t say it, you knew deep down that he was distressed. You knew you couldn’t risk having your cover blown, but at the expense of Bucky’s mental heath?

“Vperyod v ataku.” (Attack.)

Bucky immediately grabbed the man’s hand, twisting it and forcing him backward. Zemo turned in delight to watch the show. You, however, could not. You kept your eyes trainned forward, pretending like this was a normal occurrence. You tossed your drink back, trying to focus on the burn of the alcohol rather than the sounds of fighting. But the sounds of glass breaking made you turn your head. Even if you knew Bucky was more durable than the average person, you still worried for him every time he got into a fight. You watched as Bucky kicked a man into a table, sending him flying backward and further breaking the small table that had been sitting there. Zemo pushed another man towards Bucky and began attacking the poor man. More and more men tried to stop Buck, but every single one of them failed. Bucky was unstoppable, his form deadly. It scared you. It reminded you of how he was when you first fought him.

You had met Bucky when the Sokovia Accords had been introduced, and you sided with Steve. Bucky took an almost immediate liking to you, despite his withdrawn nature. When Zemo had sent Bucky back into the mind of the winter soldier, you were the only one who was able to stop him. You lept onto his back while he was choking Natasha, and put him to sleep with your powers. You were able to manipulate objects, make other people feel what you felt, replace their emotions with different ones, or suppress them. You were hypersensitive to those around you, picking up on every little thing, including when someone was lying. Your powers, however, didn’t always work in your favor. If you were sad about something, nobody could come within 3 feet of you without bursting into tears. With your heightened senses, you could also make people around you physically feel your pain even if they weren’t hurt themselves. Over time, you were able to control it more, so you didn’t cause others around you to become overwhelmed. You began projecting emotions onto your fellow Avengers to help them. If someone got hurt, you could subdue the pain until they received treatment. If someone was having trouble sleeping, you could replace whatever emotions or thoughts were keeping them awake with peace and tranquility. You had a very peaceful aura about you, and that’s what attracted Bucky to you. Whenever he had flashbacks or nightmares, you would stop him from spiraling into panic or from crying. You even started sleeping with him at night. Bucky had asked you to stay with him after having calmed him down from one of his nightmares. It caught you off guard at first, you had a huge crush on Bucky after all, but you quickly recovered. You snuggled your way under the covers and focused on projecting calm and sleepiness on Bucky. You woke up in the morning to Bucky’s arm wrapped around your waist. Your face was as red as a rose, and it was hard to keep your excitement and nervousness in check. You didn’t want to wake Bucky, so you closed your eyes and tried to fall back asleep. 

Sleeping in Bucky’s bed became a regular occurrence. Tony and Sam teased you endlessly, but Steve was just relieved that his best friend was finally happy again. Bucky slept better in your arms, and honestly, you did too. You wouldn’t admit it out loud, but you needed Bucky just as much as he needed you. After a couple of months of innocent flirting and sharing the same bed, Bucky finally asked you to make things official. You were shocked that he shared the same feelings for you, but you were over the moon. Your feelings of happiness amplified his, causing him to cry tears of joy. Bucky knew from that moment, that he couldn’t afford to lose you and that he would do everything in his power to protect you. You grounded each other, provided each other with a safe place to go when things went wrong. But also a person to share positive memories with. When he was with you, the good times became great times. There was no shortage of smiles or laughter. Everything felt right when he was with you. And the sex? Better than either of you could’ve imagined. Not only could you project your emotions onto people, but you could make them feel your pain, as well as your pleasure. So every time you and Bucky made love, he could feel his arousal and yours. When you came together, Bucky got to feel both climaxes, and it made him see stars in ways he hadn’t thought were possible. Both of you experienced duel pleasure and orgasms, and it was absolutely addicting. You could barely keep your hands to yourself some days.

“Didn’t take much for him to fall back into form,” Zemo says to you and Sam, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You turn your head over in Zemo’s direction. You couldn’t believe this asshole. 

“You’d better hope this doesn’t have any serious repercussions for him, or you’ll have to answer to me.” you snarl in Zemo’s ear. You could sense a small amount of fear in him, which made you satisfied. 

Bucky chokeslams a man on the bar counter between Zemo and Sam, still in winter soldier mode.

“Stay in character or the whole bar turns on us.” Zemo whispers to Sam.

You look over and see the concern on Sam’s face, he’s worried for his friend too.

“Otlichno, soldat.” (Well done soldier.) Zemo commands, and Bucky loosens his grip on the man’s throat. There’s fear and panic in his eyes, and your heart aches for him.

“Selby will see you now.” the man at the bar says.

“Thank you.” Zemo nods.

Bucky drops the man, who slides off the counter to the floor. 

-Small Timeskip-

After killing Selby and escaping, you run into Sharon. She agrees to drive you and the boys to the safety of her place. Two guards stand at the entrance of the large house. Bucky hasn’t said a word since the car ride, and it makes you nervous. You sit next to Bucky on the couch as you change clothes. You toss your jacket aside and put on a fancy shawl that Sharon lends you. It’s a soft black material with red roses and green vines decorating it. Sharon, Sam, and Zemo leave to join the party, while you and Bucky hang back, still sitting on the couch. Neither of you has said a word, and it’s really starting to get to you.

“Bucky,” you call softly.

He turns his head towards you, and your heart breaks. His eyes are filled with tears that threaten to spill over, and you can sense the fear and anger in him. Bucky reaches for you and you bring him close, holding him against your chest. He doesn’t cry, but his breathing is shallow and ragged. You close your eyes and focus on calming him, your powers slowly work their way into Bucky’s mind, and tranquility sets in. You run your fingers through his hair and whisper soothing words in his ears. Within a few moments, he’s still and breathing normally again.

Bucky lifts his head and sits upright. “Thanks, doll.” he nods.

You give him a small smile and caress his cheek with your thumb. 

“It felt so real, almost too real.” he continues. “I know it was just an act and that I was in control but...What if, there’s something still left in me? What if he’s still in there somewhere?”

“James,” you hardly ever use his first name, you only use it when you’re being serious or in danger. “You’re not the winter soldier anymore. He’s gone.” 

Bucky lifts his flesh hand and covers the one you’re using to touch his face. He’s worried that his metal one is a danger to you still. “Would you still love me if he was? If that part of me was hidden deep down inside me?”

You take his metal hand in your small one. He tries to pull away at first, but you hold onto him, lacing your fingers with his. “Of course I would Buck. But you don’t have to worry about that, Shuri always does a good job with her work, you need to trust her. I’ll always love you, no matter what okay? I’m not going anywhere. You can’t scare me away.” you press your forehead to his, and you both close your eyes. “Besides, I can take you in a fight.”

Bucky chuckles and opens his gorgeous blue eyes again. “Like hell you could doll. I’m a lot stronger than you.” he leans back.

“I’m sorry, who was able to stop you when you went on a rampage after Zemo set you off?” you smirk.

“Alright, well maybe you’d have a chance.”

You roll your eyes and lean against the couch cushion.  

 Bucky gets quiet again. He sniffles before meeting your gaze again. “Promise?” he whispers, barely audible. “Promise you won’t leave?”

You kiss him. It’s a slow and tender kiss. You want him to feel how much you love him, and by the way he kisses you back, you can tell he knows. He cups the back of your head and tangles his fingers in your hair. 

“Promise,” you say, breaking the kiss. “You’ve got nothing to fear.”

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Lexi’s Masterlist:

Hello there! Welcome to my page’s masterlist!

Fandoms I Write For:

Marvel-

Bucky Barnes:

Nothing To Fear (Bucky Barnes x Reader)🧡💛

Nightmares (Bucky Barnes x Reader)🧡💛

Dating Bucky Barnes HC Part 1💛

Dating Bucky Barnes HC Part 2 (NSFW)❤️🔞

Jealously (Bucky Barnes x Reader)❤️🔞

Castlevania-

Alucard:

{Nothing To See Here}

Stardew Valley-

Stardew Sweethearts💛

John Wick-

Keep My Distance❤️🧡🔞

The Mandalorian-

Din Djarin:

{Nothing To See Here}

Death Note-

L. Lawliet:

I’m Right Here (L. Lawliet x Reader)💛

I’m Right Here Part 2 (L. Lawliet x Reader)❤️🔞

Person Of Interest-

John Reese:

Slashers-

{Nothing To See Here}

The Witcher-

Geralt:

{Nothing To See Here}

FNAF-

Glamrock Freddy:

Little Star (Glamrock Freddy x Reader)💛

All stories will have a brief synopsis, content warnings, and a heart(s) to indicate what kind of story it is.

❤️= NSFW (sexual content, major gore/blood, etc.)

🧡= Angst (death, tragedy, loss, etc.)

💛= SFW (fluff)

I will not write about suicide, underage NSFW, incest, rape, or any kind of sexual trauma. This is non-negotiable.

🏳️‍🌈I will write for readers of all gender identities and pronouns, just specify in your request! This is a safe space for all!🏳️‍🌈

*I reserve the right to refuse any request I’m not comfortable with writing.*

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I’m Right Here (L. Lawliet x Reader)💛

| L. Lawliet x fem!reader  Warnings: some swearing, some angst, brief mentions of sexual activity | Written in 3rd person | Reader coaxes L to join her in bed after a long day’s work. |

Y/n sat in bed with a book propped up on her knees, the lamp next to her illuminating the words across the pages. Outside, the rain came down relentlessly against the sliding glass door that led to the balcony. She glanced over at the clock on her nightstand. 12:58am

Shit, it was that late already? Y/n sighed and rubbed her tired eyes. She placed the bookmark on the page she was reading and closed the book, gently setting it down on the nightstand. She stretched and reached to turn off the light but stopped. The bed next to her was still empty. Had L really not moved from his spot yet? She wasn’t that surprised, the Kira case was extremely important to him. All his work was, but especially this one. A killer who only needed a face and a name? This was by far the most dangerous person he’d ever gone up against, and the sooner he found them, the sooner he could rest easy. Y/n remembered that night that L had come home more distressed than she had ever seen.

“Y/n I need you to listen to me,” L grabs Y/n’s shoulders and looks her in her eyes. “This case, it’s different. The killer is extremely dangerous. I’m going to be more wrapped up in my work than usual because I need to catch them as soon as possible before they take more lives.”

Y/n nods and cups one side of L’s face. “I know sweetheart. Just promise me you’ll try not to be so reckless? I worry about you.”

L sighs and brings Y/n into his arms. L has never been big on physical affection, but with Y/n it’s different. He’s never felt this way about another person. Even when he’s busy with a case, he’ll still find ways to show his love for her. He’ll sit her in his lap while he works or hold one hand while the other uses his computer. He appreciates her company more than he might realize. 

“You know I can’t make that promise Y/n. I have to solve this case. If I don’t stop Kira from killing more people or you, I’d-” he stops. There’s a lump forming in his throat. L swallows hard but can’t get anymore out. He shakes his head.

But Y/n understands. She knows exactly what he’s thinking even if he doesn’t say it. They have a deep connection unlike anyone else. They always know what the other is thinking. Maybe it’s their intelect or maybe it’s greater than that. A bond that words fail to describe. 

“I know.” Y/n whispers. She hugs her lover tighter.

“I can’t lose you.” L says, his voice shaky and barely audible. 

“I know. I’m right here.” Y/n closes her eyes and listens to L’s breathing. It’s shallow and ragged, like he’s just run up a flight of stairs. She lifts her head up to look at him, and is shocked by what she sees.

L looks scared. For the first time, he actually looks afraid. His chest moves up and down quickly, and his eyes look glossy. Her heart shatters at the sight of her distraught boyfriend.

“L, you aren’t going to lose me. I know you can solve this case, you’re the world’s greatest detective. And Kira probably doesn’t even know I exist. You’ve never mentioned me to the task force right?”

L nods, his arms wrap around her waist and pull her against him. 

“See? Nothing to worry about. Besides, I’m not scared of Kira, I can handle myself.”

A smile tugs at the corner of L’s lips. There’s his feisty, independent girl. She was so smart and capable and independent. She steadied him, gave him the support he needed. What he did to deserve a girl like her, he’ll never know. But he’s grateful for her nonetheless. L burries his face in the side of her neck and presses little kisses into her soft skin.

Y/n reaches up and tangles her hands in his unruly black hair. In truth, she actually was scared of Kira. Not for her sake but for L’s. The thought of possibly losing him to this psychotic killer brought tears to her eyes. It would destroy her. But for now, he was here, safe in her arms.

L could sense the change in her demeanor, and in response, he lifted his head up and kissed her. Their lips moved in perfect sync. L pulled away and whispered to her, “I’m right here.”

Y/n climbed out of bed and wandered into the living room where L sat at his desk. She tilted her head and smiled at him. She’d always found him so cute when he sat crouched at his desk. Y/n walked over to him and analyzed the mess before her. Across his table were papers, files, and seven plates that had once had a slice of cake on them. A teacup sat next to his computer with some tea still in it that had surely gone cold by now. Y/n carefully reached past L and began collecting the empty plates. L’s gaze never waivered from the screen. She brought them over to the kitchen and placed them down in the sink. Y/n turned on the water to wash off the frosting leftover on some of the plates. They could wait until morning to get fully washed, there wasn’t any need to do that now. Y/n walked back over to L and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“L, come to bed sweetheart.” she yawned.

He waved her off. “I’ll be there in a few.”

Y/n smiled. Stubborn to the core this boy was, but she found it rather endearing. “It’s past 1am, you need to get some sleep.” she gently tugged at his sleeve.

“Ah,” L squeezed her hand. “I’ll sleep when I’m dead, I need to keep working.”

“Lawliet.” Y/n said harshly, her voice cracking.

The mention of his name finally tore his gaze away from the computer screen and into his lover’s eyes. His heart softened when he saw her hurt expression. He realized that probably wasn’t the best thing to have said. What was he thinking? They were both on edge about losing the other to Kira. 

“Forgive me Y/n, I shouldn’t have said that.” L stood up and took her hand in his. He wiped away the small tears that were threatening to spill from her eyes. He kissed each finger before lacing them with his own.

“Please come to bed. This case is important but you need sleep.” Y/n looked away and blushed. “And I feel lonely without you sleeping next to me.” she whispered. “I don’t want to be alone.”

L nodded. “I guess a bit of rest wouldn’t hurt.” he suddenly lifted Y/n into the air, causing her to yelp and wrap her legs around his waist.

Y/n and L pressed their foreheads together as L walked them into the bedroom, her h/c hair creating a curtain around them. He took in a deep breath and smelled her wonderful strawberry scent. He had a sweet tooth not just for cakes, but for her too. In fact, he thought she tasted even better than any of the cakes he eaten. Y/n’s smile spread from cheek to cheek, the sight making his face blush. When she laughed as he carried her in his arms, his chest fluttered. Music to his ears. She was gorgeous in every way. L set her down on the bed and crawled on top of her so her back was against the soft mattress. He pressed his soft lips into hers, and she could taste the sweet vanilla cake on his tongue. L pulled back to gaze at her face. She had that look in her eyes, her e/c irises gleaming with mischief. If he hadn’t been so tired, he would’ve ripped off her lace underwear and taken her right then and there. But his body yearned for sleep, and it was calling to him.

“C’mon L, you look exhausted. You’ve got bags underneath your bags.” Y/n giggled and crawled under the covers. 

L removed his jeans before joining her in bed. He sighed as his head hit the pillow. His eyes closed almost instantly.

Y/n shut the lamp off and turned to face L, who was already drifting off to sleep. She smiled at his sleeping form, and placed her pillow where his chest met his shoulder. As she laid her head down, his arms wrapped around her and pulled her close to his body. 

“I’m right here.” L whispered as he pressed a sleepy kiss on her forehead.

Y/n smiled and settled in to sleep beside her lover. The only sounds were their steady breaths and the pitter patter of the rain outside. 

Note: Thank you for reading! I might consider making a part 2 version of this, let me know if you’d like to see that!

Part 2 Here