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[vivwritesfics]

My Girlfriend, The Worm

Y/N asks Bucky the worm question. Like the old man he is, he answers wrong.

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This is just crack fluff

“Have you asked him yet?” Peter said to his sister as they sat in their apartment. It was one of the rare times they were both home, and Y/N wasn’t sleeping over at her boyfriend’s place. 

Sighing, Y/N shook her head. “No, Pete. There is no way I’m asking him that. I don’t care if it’s a part of some stupid trend,” she said and went back to reading the news paper. 

It was something her brother had been seeing all over tiktok for the past few days. He’d sent a collection of them to MJ and his sister, but Y/N had ignored almost all of them. Until her brother brought it up while she was trying to relax. 

“Please,” he said, his lip jutting out in a pout. “I’ll deliver you and Mr Barnes some takeout next time I’m on patrol,” he said.

Y/N put her newspaper down. “All that just for me to ask Bucky if he’d still love me if I was a worm?”

“Yeah!”

Huffing, Y/N stood from her chair. “Okay, come on.”

“Where are we going?”

***

Bucky was fast asleep on his sofa. He  slept better there, but his girlfriend preferred the bed. He’d never tell her where he really slept when she wasn’t here. He usually didn’t sleep at night, either, so naps during the day it was.

He never expected someone to knock on his apartment door during the day. When they did, Bucky immediately jumped up and grabbed the gun from beneath his pillow. He inched towards the door slowly, not making any noise. 

When he looked through the peephole and saw only his girlfriend and her annoying brother standing there, Bucky put away his gun and pulled open the door. “Hey Buck,” Y/N said and kissed his cheek as he let them in. Bucky caught her around the waist and pulled her to stand beside him as Peter walked in.

“Parker,” Bucky said, as Peter walked past him. Y/N rolled her eyes at him and kissed his cheek again. “What’s up, sweets?” Asked Bucky as he shut the door. 

Grabbing his hand, Y/N pulled Bucky over to the couch. Her brother walked into the kitchen, helping himself to a glass of water. “I got an important question for you, Buck,” she said, grinning slightly. Her lip was pulled between her teeth as she tried to stop herself from laughing.

She was going to propose. Bucky's heart was in his throat, his eyes wide as he began to squirm in his seat. "Hang on a minute, Doll," Bucky muttered, standing up.

But Y/N pulled him back into his seat. Bucky could have easily overpowered her, pulled her up with just the strength of his metal arm, but he allowed her to pull him back. "It's nothing bad, I promise!" She assured him.

Bucky sucked in a deep breath and nodded his head.

"Would you still love me if I was a worm?"

From the kitchen, Peter burst out laughing. Bucky was silent, just staring at Y/N, waiting for her to elaborate. But she didn't; she stayed quiet, just staring at him.

"Did your brother put you up to this?" He whispered, eyes darting towards the kitchen.

Quickly, Y/N shook her head. "I'm being serious. Would you still love me if I was a worm?"

"I... but you'd be a worm."

The smile dropped from Y/N's face. "Are you saying you wouldn't love me if I was a worm?"

“Doll, you’d be a worm. Am I missing something here?”

Y/N stood from the sofa. “Come on, Peter, we’re going home.”

***

Ever since Y/N had… declared herself a worm and left the apartment, Bucky had been trying to get a hold of her. When he had gotten no reply, he turned to the one person who could help, her annoying little brother. 

Kid, what’s up with my girlfriend? He texted, struggling with the keys. He’d only just graduated from a flip phone with actual buttons for the keyboard to a touch screen, which struggled to recognise his metal fingers. 

You told her you didn’t love her, Peter replied almost instantly. 

Bucky frowned down at his phone. Since when did he say that? All Bucky could respond with was ???

You told her you wouldn’t love her if she was anybody else, that you only love her for her looks.

Sighing, Bucky typed out one last message before leaving his apartment.

Bucky wove through people as he walked through the city. His steps were quick, rushing to get to the Parkers apartment, which was on the other side of the city. Usually, Bucky didn’t walk, but there was no time for a car or a cab.

At the apartment complex, Bucky took the stairs two at a time to get to her. He threw open the door, which he had told Peter to leave unlocked for him, and strolled over to her bedroom. 

It was Y/N’s childhood bedroom. She and Bucky had spent a limited amount of time in there, since she still had pink walls and a single bed. She still had up her posters of her favourite bands from when she was younger and a couple of teddy bears. Most of her time was spent at Bucky’s, splitting the costs of meals and things. He didn’t ask her to help pay rent or anything, since she was saving up for a place of her own. Bucky had thought about asking her to move in with him permanently, but he didn’t want his first apartment since the 1940’s to be their home. The apartment where he had countless nightmares before she came along. 

Gently, Bucky knocked on her door. “Doll?” His voice was as gentle as his knuckles against the door.

When he got no response, Bucky pushed open the door. 

Y/N was sitting on her bed with her legs crossed. A teddy bear Bucky had won her at a carnival was tucked under her arm and she held a picture of the two of them from last Christmas.

Bucky joined her, sitting on the end of her bed. “You know, Doll, I’d still love you if you were a worm. In fact, I’d ask Stark to find a way to turn me into a worm so we could be worms together,” he said, watching carefully for her reaction. 

She put the picture between them on the bed. “Buck, I love you,” she said. “And I don’t need you to love me as a worm. I should have known you wouldn’t get it, you old man,” she said and pulled him over to her. 

They laid on the bed together, Bucky’s bulky body on top of her own. They fell asleep like that, people in love. No, no, worms in love.

[ivybird]

It's always the quiet ones - Part One -Her.

Pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader.

Summary: You don't mess with the Queen.

Word Count: 1671

Warnings: Swearing, angst, crying, a hint at physical abuse, toxic relationship, blood, smoking, alcohol consumption, shouting.

A/N: Hiii! Okay, so...PART ONE. MINORS DNI. Proofread so all mistakes my own! GIF isn't mine!

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James Buchanan Barnes. The most feared man in New York. No one dared to upset him, or they’d be met with the barrel of his gun, and yet, here he was sat pouting in the back of an SUV because Bucky was somehow convinced to do business with Walker. He shuddered at the thought. John fucking Walker, the man who thought he was above everybody, thought he was above the Princes of New York…thought he was above Bucky. Walker wanted to offer him a deal, something to do with guns and grenades, but Bucky wasn’t listening when Steve filled him in, he was focusing on not losing his shit and smacking Steve upside the head with the butt of his gun. The car behind them contained the other three princes. Loki, Sam, and Thor. They insisted on coming along for “protection”, but Bucky knew they were being nosey bastards. He clambered out the car and picked a cigarette out of his holder, brought it to his lips and lit it, and Bucky couldn’t help but think the flame from the lighter resembled the fire bubbling up inside him.

“C’mon man, don’t wanna go in there stinkin’ of smoke”. Steve appeared beside him, wafting his hand to get the smoke away. They both leant against the side of the car waiting to be beckoned to Walker’s door. “Why’d you bring me here Steve? I told you, no business with Walker, Pierce, Rumlow and Stark. They’re off limits, and look at me, waiting to be called in like a dog whose been let out for a shit”. Steve chuckled and placed his hand on his friends shoulder. “This could be good for you, stop acting like a goddamn baby”. As Bucky flicked his cigarette away and turned to give Steve a snarky remark, they were beckoned forward by a man in a tux. “Mr Walker is ready for you”. Bucky gave the man a curt nod and walked past him through the threshold, leaving Steve to apologise and thank the poor guy. The foyer to Walker’s mansion was grand, if it wasn’t his, it would’ve took Bucky’s breath away. The accents of gold against white marble was far too pure for a man like Walker. Bucky’s eyes landed at the bottom of the staircase and there he stood, in all his so-called glory. A white button down, black slacks, and a tumbler of whisky sitting in his hand. Bucky managed a small nod in Walker’s direction. “Walker”. A smirk flicked at the corner of John’s lips. “Barnes. Rogers. Surprised you agreed to meet me”. Bucky scoffed and turned his head to Steve with his jaw clenched. “Not like I had a choice”.

“Buck”. Few could get away with talking to Bucky like he was a petulant child, but Steve was different. “Let’s get started, gentleman. Office is this way”. The pair were lead through a series of corridors and some stairs before they reached the office. John sat in a large leather chair and beckoned the men to sit across from him. “Please, sit”. Bucky and Steve made themselves somewhat comfortable, the air was thick with tension, and nothing could seem to ease it. “Before we get started, there’s someone I’d like you both to meet”. Steve and Bucky locked eyes before returning them to the man in front of them. “Who’ve you got locked away? No one I know would willingly wanna spend time with you, Walker”. A dry chuckle escaped Steve’s throat at Bucky’s remark but quickly covered it with a cough.

“Lucky you don’t know her then, Barnes”. Bucky rolled his eyes and scratched at his beard, his patience was wearing thin, and Steve knew if they didn’t get to business soon the office was going to turn into a blood bath. Without taking his eyes off Bucky, John raised a hand towards the door and beckoned with two fingers. “Y/N, darling? Come here. Some friends of mine like I’d like you to meet”. Steve furrowed his brows and glanced towards the door as Bucky leant forward. “We’re not friends”. Walker laughed at him. Bucky didn’t have time to respond. There she was, hovering in the doorway. Her hair flowed around her waist in soft waves, her figure was wrapped in a light blue sundress and her feet were clad in white ballet slippers. She was magnificent. Bucky couldn’t tear his eyes away from her as Walker grasped her hand and pulled her into his lap. The girl shrieked at the sudden movement and looked uncomfortable, but quickly fixed her expression when she saw Bucky staring at her. “Gentlemen, this is my fiancé. Y/N”. Bucky was snapped out of his trance by Steve clearing his throat. “Fiancé?”. Walker’s arm was wrapped around her waist so tight Bucky was sure she’d burst. “What? Didn’t think I’d have it in me? Pretty little thing isn’t she?”. Bucky didn’t say a word, he refused to feed into the man’s ego. Of course, he found her beautiful, he felt a pull to her he couldn’t quite explain, but he wasn’t going to tell Walker that. “Go on, don’t be rude, say hello”. She stood from his lap and cautiously reached forward offering the men her hand. “Hello”. Steve offered her a smile, whereas Bucky’s dumbass stood up and placed a kiss on her knuckles. “Miss…”.

A blush crept up her cheeks as she retracted her hand, feeling her fiancé’s eyes burn holes in her head, so she offered him a polite smile. “Y/L/N”. Bucky returned to his seat, his eyes still on her, a smile tugging at his lips. “Y/L/N”. He repeated it slowly, the taste of the name on his tongue like honey. Walker hummed in what sounded like disapproval behind her before yanking her down onto his lap once more. “John, I shouldn’t be here. You’re talking business”. Walker placed a sloppy kiss against her cheek, Bucky could see her visibly cringe but plaster a sweet smile onto her face when he looked at her. “Nonsense pretty one. You’re gonna be my wife, you need to know everything”. She nodded at him and readjusted herself so she was comfortable – if you could call it that – in his lap.

The men talked…and talked….and talked. She zoned out, her only focus was Bucky. His arms bulging against his jacket, a hint of an accent she couldn’t make out, his fluffy hair, his beard, his ocean eyes…his plush lips. She felt herself squirming every time his tongue darted out to wet them. Bucky’s eyes flickered to her every minute or so, getting lost in her Y/C/E before tearing himself away. “Come back to us, Y/N”. John’s now slurred voice pulled her out of her revere as his fingers clicked in front of her face. “Sorry, got lost in thought”. He patted her back and pushed her off his lap handing her his half full tumbler. “Be a darling and take this to the kitchen while I see our guests out”. She nodded at him frantically before attempting to scurry away. Her foot caught on the leg of the desk, sending her flying. Steve and Bucky were quick to react, standing to catch her. Steve’s large hands caught her before she hit the ground, but the whiskey flew and landed all over Bucky’s crisp white shirt. “Oh my god! Mr Barnes I’m so, so sorry!”. The words tumbled out of her mouth before she could stop them. Bucky chuckled as Steve guided her to stand straight. “Hey it’s okay! Are you alright? Did you hurt yourself?”.

She rushed to the table to pull some tissues and began blotting his shirt. “No, I’m alright, thank you. I’m so clumsy!”. Bucky pulled her hands away from him and he swore he felt sparks in the tips of his fingers. “It’s alright”. Walker cleared his throat and the two whipped their heads towards him. “Are you kidding? I invite my friends over for a business meeting and you embarrass me by throwing my whiskey all over him?”. “John, I’m sorry. It was an accident. I tripped; I-I-I’d never embarrass you on purpose”. Bucky stood in front of her. “Walker, it was an accident. Leave it, man”. John walked around his desk and pushed himself in between Bucky and Y/N. “I think you better leave, Barnes. I need to have a chat with my fiancé. You”, he turned to face her. She recoiled, the rage in his eyes only meant one thing. “Upstairs. Now”. She nodded and ran.

“C’mon, Buck. Let’s go”. Steve pulled him out. Once they reached the car, Bucky pulled out a smoke, his hands shook as he lit it. “What the hell was that?”. Bucky looked at his friend, anger spread across his features. “What?”. Steve paced back and forth, his arms flying everywhere. “That! I saw the way you were lookin’ at her, man. Those puppy eyes, the smile, kissing her fucking hand. Are you insane? Do you want a war? Because Walker’ll start one”. “Yeah and did you see the way she fucking flinched every time his hands were on her? She looked like she wanted to hurl. I’m telling you Steve, there’s something not right here”. Steve stopped in front of him and placed a hand on his shoulder. “It’s none of our business, man”. Bucky wrenched the car door open and slipped inside. “Somethin’ isn’t right, Steve. I’m gonna find out what it is. That girl’s in trouble”.

Steve huffed and made his way around to the other side. Once settled he ran his hands over his face. “What’dya wanna do?”. Bucky turned to his friend, his mind going a million miles an hour. “I don’t know yet, but I need to find out what’s goin’ on. She looked so scared, man”. Steve just nodded, he wasn’t going to be able to stop Bucky and he wasn’t going to try. The way he looked at her…Steve knew he was going to fall in love with her…and he was playing a dangerous game.

[jamielovesbucky]

I love all his meme faces 😽

[chasingmidnights]

The T. Swift Project

Song: Teardrops On My Guitar

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x bestfriend!reader

Warnings: 18+, minors dni! I think the only thing to really look out for is maybe some angst and some unrequited love. I apologize if I miss anything but you are responsible for what you read.

"Hey Ace." You'd know that voice anywhere and you couldn't help but smile as you look up to see your best friend, Bucky Barnes.

You set your guitar off to the side and closed up your notebook that you kept your songs in.

"Oh come on Ace, don't stop because of me." Bucky tried to encourage you as he came to join you on your bed. "Working on anything new?"

"Possibly." You said nonchalantly and with a playful smirk.

"Can I hear it?" Bucky asked and as you looked at him, you could tell he was giving you his best puppy dog eyes and pout.

"It's not ready." The two of you say in sync.

"Alright, fine. I gotta go get ready for a date with Sarah anyway. I'll see you later Ace." Bucky said with a shake of his head and he nudged you playfully before he got up and left.

You longingly watched Bucky as he left and let out a heavy sigh before you laid back on your bed.

As you laid there, you couldn't help but recall the moment when Bucky told you he was seeing someone.

You should've been happier for your best friend but something was preventing you from doing so.

Every time he talks to you about his relationship with Sarah, you have to force a smile.

The way he talks about her and how he claims he finally has it right, makes it hard to breath.

You reached for your notebook and wrote down a few more lines of the song that you'd been working on as the inspiration came to you.

You started to sing a little bit out loud to try and get a bit of a feel of the song and you couldn't help but tear up a bit as you did so.

You paused for a moment to think about the next words before you started to sing them aloud again: ".... And there he goes, so perfectly; The kind of flawless I wish I could be; She'd better hold him tight, give him all her love; Look in those beautiful eyes and know she's lucky 'cause; He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar...."

After you sang, you started to write the rest of the song and actually ended up finishing it. You let out a heavy sigh as you put down your pencil.

The picture on your nightstand caught your attention and it's one of your favorites of you and Bucky. You both had bright smiles on your faces and he had his arms wrapped around you waist. The two of you were at a carnival that day and it was one of the best days you'd ever had.

Before you could stop yourself, a tear rolled down your cheek and you just let it fall.

[eddiesgorlie]

Look at me, I finally posted again! Life has kinda been crazy lately, I’ve been picking up shifts at work since the flu started going around and it seems like the entire staff is coming down with it (crossing my fingers I’m not next lol).

Here’s some announcements!

Requests: I am currently working on the ones that were sent in and they should be posted soon. Requests are still open!

Christmas fics: I have three currently in my drafts and I hoping to start posting them next week.

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Thank you all for reading my fics, it means so much that people like my writing! Be on the look out, I just posted my first series here on tumblr:)

[statticscribbles]

''it hurts when you're not around.''. Bucky Barnes/ftm reader

He looks like he’s going to vomit. You’re not sure why he always gets like this before you leave for missions. You squeeze his shoulder and smile. He grimaces but nods slightly.

“It hurts when you’re not around” He mumbles and you can see Brock tense up.

“Did he speak out fo turn again?” You know he’s itching to punish the asset.

“No I requested he, be, concerned for me to leave; you know it’s easier to control him with attachments.” You force a smile, hoping Brock buys it. He rolls his eyes and makes a gagging noise.

“All mutants are the same; far too sentimental.” He laughs and you chuckle with him nerves growing when the rest of the strike team turn their guns on you.

“Least he wont have to miss you once you’re dead and we wipe him.” 

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[threeminutesoflife]

A Stitch In Time Saves Nine

Pairings: Dark!Jefferson/Mad Hatter x Reader Summary: Jefferson harshly reminds Reader about a rule she broke. Warning: Jefferson is not a good guy in this- yandere, minor injury to reader, drugged, manhandling, mentions of needles Word Count: 2.2k

The steam swirled and lifted, abandoning the teacup and taking with it the warmth. The house was quiet this morning, except for Jefferson’s deep snores slipping past the broken bedroom door. 

Your body grew colder the longer you watched the steam escape, spreading itself thin and dancing faster away. It was similar to how your last hopes felt when leaving you.

Eventually, there would only be a shell left holding cold liquid. Because you can’t put steam back in a mug.

You cradled your bruised hand, nestling it closer against your corset. The rivets were expensive and ribbons colorful, but your bloodied fingers were ruining the workmanship.

You’d give it all up- forgo the fine tea parties and discard all the enviable riches- to be able to return to your small village, away from him. But to regain your freedom and leave Jefferson behind was a hope cruelly curling up and dying inside you. 

You tried blocking out what just happened. The event created a headache behind your eyes, but the thoughts still wouldn’t stop repeating themselves.

The way the bedroom door broke open when he screamed at you for trying to lock it. The look on his face when he crashed through it, yanking you across the room without stopping. How he seemed to take it personally when you tripped over the bedroom rug and fell onto the ground.

Snarling like an animal, he flipped you onto your back and dragged your body across the floor.

His rage paused for a moment when you caught him off guard, grabbing onto the bottom of splintered door frame, bracing yourself.

You gripped the broken frame harder as you begged Jefferson to leave you alone and calm down. You thought he might- until he came by your side and slammed the door against your hand.

“There are no locked doors in my house!” Jefferson roared over your screams.

The pain was blinding and it allowed him to easily pull you down the hallway as you cried and clutched your fingers.

Each of his steps sent your skirt peeling further back up along your thighs. Your feet bounced against the kitchen floor when he finally dropped your legs.

“It’s not broken,” Jefferson straddled you, grabbing your damaged hand. “Behave- and keep it that way.”

Your mouth wobbled without sound, your shaking lips were enough for Jefferson to know you heard him. 

With narrowed eyes and a nod, he stepped over you, crushing the embroidery on your skirt with his boots. He rummaged and cursed throughout in the kitchen, pulling open drawers and slamming cabinet doors.

You attempted to sit up without adding any extra weight onto your hand, cautiously watching him put the kettle on before setting out two cups and two teapots. You tracked him with wary eyes and tried smothering your pain. Despite it being excruciating, you knew better to complain.

Fear prickled the back of your neck when he pulled a key out of his coat pocket and unlocked the side cabinet. He removed several glass jars of herbs by feel alone- too consumed with cursing under his breath as he filled each teapot with different glassed ingredients.

“Take a seat at the table, rabbit,” he ordered, the kettle screaming over him. After dropping loose tea in both teapots, he filled them with the boiling water.

You knew what kind of blend was steeping in the one pot, your teapot. A special mix Jefferson served whenever you suffered from emotional outbursts. Hysterics brought on from being kept here and no one daring to cross the Mad Hatter by helping you out. Ordinarily, he would calmly pour you a cup and tenderly tell you to drink, promising how he’d make you feel better. Then he’d push a plate of biscuits over and tell you to eat.

But he was far from calm now. 

Bile burned your throat as you readied yourself to sit. The ends of his misshapen curls brushed the high collar of his tailored coat and hid his sneer until he fully turned towards you.

His anger scared you away from the chair, surprising yourself at his disobeying his order. 

“I told you to sit,” Jefferson reminded you coldly, placing the teapots and tray down on the table.

His eyebrows rose as you silently took several more wobbly steps away from the table. 

“Ohhh... don’t run now, rabbit,” He mocked, wrenching a sewing tin off the pine shelf. “You were doing so good.” 

Shaking the tin in the air, he easily closed in on you when the bookcase halted your retreat. The edge of the table dug into your hip when you tucked yourself between the two pieces of furniture along the wall. 

“Please... Jefferson, I’m- I’m sorry,” the frantic pitches in your tone revealed how scared you were.  

With a few heavy steps, Jefferson cut the remaining space between you both. His eyes moved rapidly before settling upon your injured hand. 

“Remind me again, rabbit. What were the rules,” his voice hardened around each word. 

Rules? Law? Orders? Everything was a command from him. And there were too many to remember, but you knew better than to say that. You tried pushing down the fear, thinking of a way to quell the rabid look in his eyes. But your delay only chafed him further. 

For all his dangerous past outbursts at others within the town, you never saw him quite this unstable and threatening before to you.

His whispered nickname for you held more weight now, fully understanding people’s unease when he became agitated.

But this was more than agitation. His pupils were dilated, his breathing monstrously loud, his hair twisted along his brows from sweat; this Jefferson before you, he was in every sense the Mad Hatter. 

With a swift kick, he knocked the table against the wall causing it to jam further into your hip. Pain bloomed along your side and the framed paintings rattled beside your head.

“Don’t make me wait, rabbit,” Jefferson sneered. “Say what you did wrong.”

“... I shou-shouldn’t have closed the door-”

“-In my face!” he spat.

“In... in your face,” you repeated slowly, eyes to the floor. "I'm sorry."

The air in the room thickened and solidified. Neither of you moved, predator and prey. The room fell almost completely silent except for the heartbeat echoing in your ears as Jefferson’s chest heaving. 

“Go on,” Jefferson taunted, moving the sewing kit from one hand to the other. “You’re not done yet, little rabbit.”

“I shouldn’t have... I shouldn’t have tried to lock the door.”

“Ohhh, there it is, bunny,” he cooed with encouragement. “Heart of the matter.”

Your eyes rose, surprised by his quick change to a calmer tone. The pet name lit a small spark of hope.

Absent-mindedly you traced the scars on your hand. Honing in on the tender dots that peppered either side of your thumb and index finger. Shiny and smooth, slightly puckered and raised, the marks ran themselves in a line along your skin.  

Remembering that small spark of safety that day, you scoffed. Hope really was like steam running away from a teacup- breaking itself apart in order to flee faster. 

“Take yourself back to the table,” Jefferson ordered. “Drink your tea.”

“But. Please, Jefferson...”

“Go.” 

Cradling your hand, you shuffled to the chair with him at your heels.

“I’ll take care of you, bunny. I’ll help you remember the rules,” he pulled the seat out for you and pushed you closer to the table.

You looked at the place setting, the teapot with the special blend set in front of you. 

“Here. This will help,” Jefferson nudged the cup closer and placed the sewing tin by you. 

“Would… would you like me to get some biscuits?” You asked between hesitant sips, testing the air between you two. 

The tea tasted different than your usual dose of docile blend, a bit sweeter. But there wasn't any sugar on the table.

“You really think you deserve a treat?” Jefferson chuckled darkly into his own cup. “Take another drink, rabbit.”

You glanced up over the rim, noting the change in pet names.

He stared at you harder, eyeing the lip of the cup resting against your mouth that you weren’t consuming.

The cup felt heavy for a moment, then it felt oddly and incredibly light. Closing your eyes, you blew on the hot liquid and took another sip. 

“Good,” He nodded at your compliance. “Drink more, bunny. You’ll need it.”

Jefferson’s voice sounded further away- but when you opened your eyes, he was still seated at the table. You blinked and the teacup tilted slightly in your hand. 

The liquid dribbled down over your fingers. It felt… wet? You set the teacup on the table, afraid it might slip from your grasp. A rush of lightheadedness ran over you.

“How do you feel?” Jefferson opened the sewing tin and removed the cloth covering the stitching tools.  

It took you a moment to realize he was talking to you. It took another moment to understand his question. How did you feel? You didn’t feel... right. 

“I think... I think I need to lie down,” you slowly mumbled. “Please.”

Jefferson grunted with amusement, “Such polite manners at our impromptu tea party. It’s a shame you couldn’t remember to mind them earlier, rabbit.”

His chair scraped the floor as he moved closer, taking your injured hand in his. You felt your arm being moved, but couldn’t feel his actual touch. Your head lulled heavily to the side. 

‘Rabbit,’ you thought with a frown. ‘Rabbit, wasn’t the good pet name. Was it?’ 

You fought your eyes from closing when you heard Jefferson rustling through the sewing tin. 

“Relax, bunny. I’ll fix you up,” he vowed, threading the heavy, curved needle. “Like embroidering fine leather. We know how good I am with my hands.”

‘Bunny,’ you smiled, your head tipped back, loosely this time. Everything felt weightless. ‘Oh, Bunny. Bunny was the good name.’

Jefferson covered his forearm over yours. Pushing your injured fingers together, he squeezed your thumb up close. Pinching the skin together with a small clamp, he eyed the perfect guideline of skin that appeared between your finger and thumb. 

“I’ll help you remember the rules, bunny,” Jefferson promised.

Raising his hand at an angle, Jefferson pressed the thick, hooked needle against your soft flesh and pierced you easily. Lightly humming, he slid the head of the needle through the other side of your skin with little resistance. As the needle’s sharp point emerged from you, a satisfied smile covered Jefferson’s face. 

“Your skin is such a fine material, bunny. Much more buttery than any expensive leathers,” he complimented.

With a slight twist of his wrist, he rotated the pliers in his hand and followed the curve of the needle.

“No, no. Don’t fight. I don’t want to stitch a crooked line,” Jefferson warned, pulling the thick needle fully out.

Extending his arm, he dragged the curved hook away from you and closely watched the thread tunnel itself through the holes of your soft skin. Tugging the string taut with a grin, he knotted the end with a jerk, testing your skin to jump and comply. 

“Good, little bunny,” he praised, knotting the thread again. 

You whimpered on the second piercing, this one deeper than the first. Your eyes fluttered at the slight pinching sensations the thread made as it traveled in you.

You closed your eyes tighter when he pushed and pulled too harshly. You refused to look at his craftsmanship, the thought of the thread moving through your flesh made your legs kick out under the table.

“Don’t act like a scared little rabbit, bunny. I’m helping you,” Jefferson remarked impatiently, moving his body and pressing his weight down harder on your arm. “This will be your reminder to not touch the things you shouldn't.”

The drug-infused tea left you too lethargic to fight. But you finally saw what he had done, after allowing you to pull your arm out from under him.

He finished knotting the end of the thread and cut away the extra string. Unclamping your skin, he leaned back in his chair, permitting you to see the tailored project.

Jefferson didn’t fix your injury with stitches like you initially believed. Instead, he had sewn your thumb up against your index finger. 

“Without the use of your thumb, you won’t be so tempted to close doors and turn locks,” Jefferson kissed the top of your head and gathered his tools. “Never worry, bunny. I’ll always be with you to help you remember.”

Before you passed out at the table, you heard him say, “One can feel dead and still be breathing, bunny. I know how that can be, but I won’t let that be you. We’re going to make each other happy. I’ll wake you later to finish your tea. I don’t want you in too much pain. There might even be a biscuit for you.”

A waking groan traveled out of the bedroom, followed by a deep morning cough and the sound of the bed shifting. Those scarred specks on your hand were now your reminder. Probably the most important one- the Mad Hatter would always be yours.

Quickly wiping your eyes, you shook away the memory. The smell of the biscuits cooling and the fireplace crackling offered a small, temporary comfort. Until his footsteps sounded across the kitchen floor and you felt his presence by your back. 

“Good Morning, bunny. Is there tea ready?” Jefferson gave your shoulders a squeeze and kissed the curve of your neck with a moan. “God, you smell delicious- like freshly baked biscuits.

[marvelgirl7]

Fresh Start

HBC HALLOWEEN DRUNK DRABBLES 

This prompt was fun to write I hope you enjoy this @loricameback​

Warnings: Fluff beyond fluff

Parings: Sebastian Stan X Reader 

A fresh start, a new neighborhood. Your ex was a piece of work he never loved you or your daughter and after he forgot her 5th birthday enough was enough. So you packed up your little Ava and moved on. 

You took a deep breath and as you help Ava get ready. For being 5 she was still wise beyond her age. You chuckle as she gets the shiny arm on. While most little girls were going as Captain Marvel your little girl wanted to be Bucky Barnes. She loved Bucky and wanted to be him. 

“Mommy!” She spins proudly showing her shiny arm you two made together she had made it very sparkly and glittery. Smiling as you fix her little black vest she was wearing.

“Are you about ready pumpkin?” She smiles big at you as she nods she runs and grabs her pillowcase. Grabbing her hand you two set out to trick r treat. 

Ava was getting full-sized candy bars it seemed with every house you guys stopped at. Ava was beaming as she skips over. She did a cute black tutu with black tights and a cute little black vest with the glittery silver arm you two made. She was so proud of her Bucky costume. 

“Mommy! I got popcorn balls!” You smile at her so happy to see her so happy. Ava holds your hand tight as you two walk together.

“Mommy? I’m glad we moved here.” You smile at her as you guys reach the nice big house at the end of the street. Ava just stares at the nice house and the decorations. You chuckle as you two walk up the steps.  Ava happily rings the bell as you two wait.

The door opens as a very handsome man opens the door. You stop for a moment he looked familiar you think. 

“Well, aren’t you adorable the Winter Soldier.” Ava frowns at the handsome man.

“No, I’m Bucky Barnes! See I made the arm Glittery!” The man chuckles and smiles as his eyes look up at you. Ava gasps.

“MOMMY! It's BUCKY!” Your eyes widen as it clicks to you... Holy shit you think. 

“Well, I’m Sebastian.” He chuckles his blue eyes going from you to Ava. Ava just smiles big.

“Bucky is my favorite Mr. Sebastain!” He looks down and just smiles at Ava. 

“Your costume is the best I’ve seen all night.” Ava just smiles big and gets excited as you watch him make your little girl smile so big. You can’t help but feel red under his piercing blue eyes.

“Ava why don’t we hurry up we don’t want to take up any more of Mr. Sebastain’s time.” Sebastian looks up at you and smiles.

“You're not taking up any of my time. You two just moved here didn’t you?” Ava nods.

“We did! Fresh New Start!” You smile at Ava as Sebastian's eyes haven’t left you. His eyes twinkle.

“Well since your costume is the best I’ve seen all night... You win the grand prize and that is pizza with me.” Ava squeals as she looks at you.

“Please Mommy! Pizza with Mr. Sebastain!” You stop as his eyes just stare in yours as Sebastian smiles.

“Yeah, Mom please?” He smirks as you just nod your head.

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Pizza date turned to more dates and before you know it Sebastian was taking Ava to school. You smile as you watch him read her a book to sleep. 

“She is head over the moon for you Seb.” He looks up as he closes the book and kisses Ava’s head.

“She has my heart too.” Sebastian stands up as he walks to you. 

“So does her mommy.” You stop and just smile at him as Sebastian leans into you and kisses you deeply.

“You sure you want this a single mom?” Sebastian just smirks as he kisses you again.

“Oh it’s all I’ve ever wanted and maybe in the future, we could have more babies.” You stop and stare at him more babies? He wanted more babies? 

“Oh, really you want more babies?” Sebastian wiggles his eyebrows.

“Oh, I’d love a lot more with you... I love Ava and I consider her my daughter.” You kiss him and just melt. Who knew moving here meant you’d Ava the perfect dad and you the perfect man. 

Yes as Ava says you two were making a Fresh Start and you’ve both found that Fresh Start.

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[idontgiveaflyinggrayson69]

You’re Okay, Bucky.

Author: Nat / @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69

Requested: Yes – Anonymous

Tagging: @1xxmrsalphaxx1 , @obsessed-simply

Fandom: Avengers

Relationship: Established; Bucky x Pregnant!Reader

Summary: Bucky’s an Avenger and he takes a recon mission that brings back some traumatic memories. The Reader helps ground him.

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: References to torture.

Comments: In this universe, Bucky wasn’t the one who killed the Starks and the events of Civil War never happened.

Bucky’s been through a lot. Been through more than anyone could ever understand.

He lived through the Great Depression, was drafted to the battlefields of the Second World War, captured and experimented on by the Nazi’s rouge science division, HYDRA, gone MIA and presumed KIA, only to have survived the fall and been returned to the hands of HYDRA, where he would spend the next several decades being tortured and wiped and used as a weapon to commit political assassinations against his own country.

Bucky was, and you would always believe it, the world’s oldest Prisoner of War. You just wished that the world would see that too. Wished that the world would see him as the sweet, caring, funny guy he truly is, and not the monster HYDRA made him.

When Steve found Bucky, he stopped at nothing to get him back, and you, one of Steve’s closest friends on the Avengers, were beside him every step of the way. You knew what Bucky meant to Steve and you understood that everything the Winter Soldier had done, was never really Bucky. You understood that Bucky was as much a victim as the Winter Soldier’s targets.

Once Steve managed to find Bucky and bring him to the Avenger’s Tower, the road to recovery was a long one. But everyone rallied to help him.

Steve was there to help Bucky remember who he was. Tony was there to help with his arm, which needed regular maintenance and Bucky didn’t know how to fix it. Wanda was there to help Bucky sort through what was real and what wasn’t. And you were there to help Bucky learn who he was going to be now.

You became Bucky’s favourite person.

You didn’t see him as a fun toy, or as something that needed to be fixed. You didn’t look at him as something that once was but will never be again.

You saw him as his own person and as he was. You saw him for him.

So, as Bucky’s favourite person, you started to spend more time with him and the two of you began to grow closer. No one in the tower was shocked when you announced that you were a couple.

It had taken Bucky almost two years of working through his trauma before he got the green light that he was able to go back into the field. You told him time and time again that he didn’t need to go back out there, that he didn’t need to become a weapon again, that he could just stay inside and knit and read and no one would blame him. But Bucky insisted that he needed to go back out there as an Avenger. He had been trained to become a human weapon and Bucky wanted to use those skills to get redemption from the terrible, terrible crimes he had committed for decades.

So Bucky became an Avenger, like you and Steve.

Mostly, Bucky was only used on recon missions and missions where it was all hands on deck. So it worked.

But the years stretched on and you discovered you were pregnant.

You were scared and Bucky was terrified, but both of you knew that, together, you could do it.

Your pregnancy consisted of a lot of doctor appointments and ultrasounds and other testing. There had never been a baby born of a super soldier before, and no one knew what was in Bucky’s serum or what the affect would be on the baby. Everything was very high stress.

Which didn’t help when Bucky had to go on his recon missions.

He was given the chance to decline the mission, but he knew that he really was the best Avenger suited for the mission, so he accepted.

And as soon as Bucky got out there, he regretted taking the mission.

It was the first time Bucky had been to Russia since escaping HYDRA. Once he landed, various flash backs of his time with HYDRA and his torture, started happening. He remembered the whipping and the wiping and the blood.

The Russian cold seeped into his bones and he remembered the countless nights he had spent out in the snow and the blood he spilt on the porcelain surface.

He remembered a lot. And you weren’t there to calm him down. You weren’t there and he was in Russia.

It had been a hard two weeks in Russia. Every day felt like a year to Bucky and he never thought he would be leaving. He thought he was once again trapped in the endless winter of Russia.

But finally, fourteen days later, Bucky was going home to you.

Bucky was supposed to be gone for three weeks, but he finished early, which meant he got to go home to you early.

You were making yourself dinner when Bucky walked through your apartment door. As soon as you saw him you knew something wasn’t right. Bucky had his head hanging low and his shoulders held a lot of tension. He closed the door behind him, but didn’t make any effort to move further into your apartment.

Something was deeply wrong.

When you approached Bucky, you found the same sense of loss and uncertainty in his eyes you found five years years previous when you first met him.

“Bucky?” You asked softly, taking his human hand into your own.

His hand was shaking. Bucky was a trained sniper. His hands never shook.

Your voice brought Bucky back to the present.

“(Y/N)?” Bucky whispered, squeezing your fingers gently.

You smiled at your lover. “Yeah it’s me, baby.”

Bucky let out a shaky breath and collapsed into your arms. You held Bucky as tightly as you could, stroking his back to help calm him down.

“You’re okay, Bucky. It’s me, I’m here. You’re okay, you’re home now. HYDRA can’t touch you.” You whispered in his ear.

You felt Bucky nod into your shoulder. “I know.”

After a moment, you pulled your left hand off Bucky’s back to grip his right hand, pressing his palm to your stomach, where your little one gave a small kick at their dad’s return.

Your smell, the swell of your stomach and the small kick from your baby grounded Bucky. Bucky started stroking your tummy before kneeling down in front of you to roll your shirt up and press a kiss to your stretched skin.

“Your daddy’s home again, sweetheart, and he’s not going anywhere again. He’s here to stay.”

[bboklix]

Kiddo (Robert Downey Jr. x Daughter!reader)

A/N: aww Robert would be such an awesome dad like could he please be my father. Also I made the reader like 29 so you’d be able to date Sebastian without it being weird. And I’m sorry if it doesn’t make sense when she finds out bout the movies, but let’s say the Reader rewatched them when they got older and that’s how the crush started on Seb.

Request: “Y/N has recently discovered that RDJ is her father and they are spending time getting to know each other and she admits to her father she has feelings for Sebastian and RDJ takes things into his own hands and sets it up”

Pairing: Robert Downey Jr. x Daughter!reader, Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: none fluffff

Words: 2177

You grew up fairly well. You lived with your mother as your father wasn’t in the picture. And it’s not because he didn’t want to it was because your mother was jealous and didn’t want you to see him.

So when you became 18 you went on a hunt for your father. You had a name. And an important one at that. Since you couldn’t live with your father all those years growing up he paid child support and had a bank account for college.

So here you were 11 years later out of college with a degree that you weren’t sure how to use. You had got in contact with your fathers manger and told him you needed to speak with the man it’s been 29 years.

So now you’re standing outside of a huge mansion with two suit cases at your side. Sighing you pushed the buzzer as a stuffy voice sounded.

“Name?” “Uh Y/N Downey?” You questioned and the doors opened. You pulled the suitcases closer to you and made your way inside. Your stomach filled with nerves as you got closer having to never met this man.

But you knew everything about him. When you were 11 your mother told you his name and a little about his life. Every night she told you a little about him. But she never mentioned him remarrying or the other children he had.

From what she told you was his name and how he landed the role of Ironman. So growing up you watched the movies and the others. You wanted to see your dad more than anything but as the years went on and the more your mother pulled you away the longer you gave up hope. Why hope for someone when they didn’t actually know you?

That is also how you developed a crush on the man who was in some Marvel movies himself. Sebastian Stan. You found out about him in the first Captain America movie but he moved you in Civil War.

But here you were three steps from the front door when it opened making you forget your thoughts. “Y/N? Follow me” a tall man came and grabbed your bags as you followed the maid looking woman inside.

“Your father is so excited he’s been expecting you for so long” she smiled back at you as you nodded. “Right” you looked around and saw a bunch of photos from either your fathers crazy life as the man of iron or of his new family and his new children.

“This way” she pointed to a open door which lead to a balcony and below it was steps that went to a pool. “Robert” a woman next to the man mumbled and quickly turned around. “Ah so you must be Y/N?” He asked as you walked out to the balcony “I am”.

He smiled and quickly engulfed you in a hug. “It’s been years kiddo” “yeah 29”.

He released you and frowned “I’m sorry I wasn’t there your mother wouldn’t let me she threaten me on so many occasions I just stopped trying and just paid her”

You nodded you knew how your mother was. “Well don’t be rude Robert” the woman said coming behind him and placing a hand on his shoulder. “Right well this is my wife Susan and Susan this is my first born Y/N”

“Hi nice to meet you” you shook her hand and she smiled “pleasure”.

Robert nodded at the two of you and then clapped your back “Well let me show you to your room”. You followed him back into the house and he lead you to the elevator. “You have an elevator in your house?”

He laughed “yeah I get tired of taking the stairs too much cardio”. You chuckled at his comment and then you were off to the 3rd floor.

“So what have you been up to?” He asked leaning on the balls of his feet. “Not much since I finished college I was living with a friend but rent got to be too much and I just really wanted to meet you”

Robert nodded and then the door chimed “well you’ve been welcomed here since I left your mother, I don’t know why she hates me but I tried to do everything for you”

You looked at the man as you stopped in front of a door. “Everything you had I made sure you had your mother only wanted money, I tried taking you away but with my life and schedule with things they told me it’d be better for you to stay with her in a “stable” household”. His quotation marks made you crack a smile.

“Well here’s your room, I have a party happening tonight so if you would like new clothes I can have one of my drivers take you to the mall if you’d like I’m sure Susan would love to join” he opened the door for you as Roy saw your bags sitting by the huge bed.

“Yeah just let me know when” and he nodded “be ready around 3 and I’ll make sure you and Susan have a great time” he hugged you and then went back the way he came.

You walked into the room and plopped down on your bed. You decided to call Y/F/N, “hey hows the new life?” She asked and you laughed “new life it’s more like first day” and she laughed “I’m just saying. But really how is it? Is he everything you ever hoped for in a father?” Her question made you stop.

“He’s actual not that bad so far, normal dad things really the house is nice” you mumbled and your friend laughed. “Y/N dont think too much about this just have a good time! You haven’t seen the man in 29 years live a little”.

“Will do I have to go I’m going to the mall with his wife, because my dad is throwing a party” you said as you slipped on more comfortable shoes.

“Ooh find someone hot!” And you laughed “shut up” “ok well I love you have fun don’t forget me”. You shook your head “love you too I’ll call you tomorrow!”

You hung up just as a knock came. “Miss Downey the car is ready for you and Mrs.Downey to go shopping” the maid said and you nodded heading to the elevator to take you to the grounds floor.

You walked to the front door as Susan stood waiting for you. “Ah Y/N I thought they forgot to grab you come let’s go” she smiled and you headed down to the car.

When you got to the mall Susan led you to the huge party store she told you that’s where she gets all her party wear.

When you walked in your jaw dropped this was one of the most expensive stores in the whole mall. Susan saw your look and laughed “don’t worry your father told me to spoil you”

You walked around and ran your hand along any clothing that looked like it felt weird and Susan led you to the back. “Now I’m not sure what kind of look you’re going for but they have plenty to choose from” you nodded and looked around.

You weren’t much of a dress person but you didn’t want to be too underdressed. You walked back to the store and you landed upon the perfect outfit.

The shirt was black see threw and found found a light pink skirt to go along with it. You already had a black bra to wear underneath it. Susan came up to you as you looked over the outfit “that would be amazing on you, get it” you smiled and went to go check out when she grabbed your arm. “Shoes darling”.

She led you back to the shoe rack and you looked up and down at the selection. You decided on some knee high black boots and then went to check out.

After you helped Susan get an outfit you were hearing back to the house. You walked in and went to go get ready as the party was in a few hours. You curled your hair as you added the finishing touches on your outfit.

When the party was beginning you walked down and Susan caught your eye and her mouth opened “beautiful!” Her comment made you smile and Robert walked around her and looked at you “Looking good kiddo now come with me” he grabbed your arm and lead you to a group of people.

“So guys I want to introduce you to my daughter Y/N” he smiled and you gave a small wave at the group of people you realized were the superheroes your father was a part of. “Robert how come you never told us about her?” Chris Evans you believed asking patting the man on the back. He started to go into the details about him and your mother. You caught a glance at Sebastian and quickly looked down noticing how he was staring.

Some of the girls started talking to you and you felt comfortable since you weren’t under their gaze anymore. You felt someone tapping your arm and you turned around to face your father.

“Can I talk to you for a minute?” He asked as the other ladies nodded and you followed him up the steps. “Spill” he stated and you rose an eyebrow. “I have like this 6th sense when people like other people and I feel like you like someone in that circle so like spill” he said and you frowned.

“No one?” You questioned and he laughed “I’m not stupid let me here it, if it’s honestly someone in that circle you’re safe I like all of them, most of the time” he started and you shook your head looking down “it’s not the small one right? Holland he’s too young” you laughed and shoved him.

“Sebastian” you stated simply and he smirked. “Perfect I’ll be right back” “dad no!” Before you could grab his arm he took off towards the group.

After a few minutes Sebastian was on his way up the stairs towards you. “Hey” he spoke and your heart beat quickened. “Hi”. “Your dad mentioned something about you” he started and you nodded cutting that statement off. “Yeah he likes to embarrass me apparently” you laughed nervously.

He stepped closer to you “Well if it helps I can’t keep my eyes off you”. Your breath caught and you looked up into his eyes. “Yeah?” He nodded and ran a hand down your cheek.

You shuddered “want to go talk someone private?” He asked and you nodded lacing your fingers with his. You walked out back to the patio where your father told people not to go.

You got two drinks for you and Sebastian and then plopped down at the table with him across from you.

You two talked most of the night only getting up for new drinks or the bathroom. It was getting late and you were getting dizzy. Somewhere along a fifth drink you and Sebastian managed to go to your room.

You didn’t do anything as you both plopped down on the soft mattress. You both were out like a light the alcohol taking it’s toll.

When you woke up the next morning your head was pounding and you went to roll over when you met with a warm body. You froze and lifted your head up to find Sebastian still passed on.

You tried not to stare as you looked at the man you were crushing on, laying in your bed. He started to stir as he reached his arms around and wrapped them around you pulling you to him.

“How long have you been awake?” He mumbled into your shoulder sleep laced in his voice. “Not long really” you sighed and he nodded.

He opened his eyes and looked at you. “I could get used to this”. Your stomach flipped and your cheeks lit up. “Yeah?” You questioned quietly not trusting your voice.

He nodded and then sat up pulling you with him. “How about I take you to breakfast?” He asked and you nodded. He let you up so you could find some decent clothing as he left to go see if he could borrow something clean from your father.

He came back a few minutes later with fresh clothes and you had to changed into comfy clothes. He lead you out and to his car and then headed down to town for breakfast.

You stopped at small café and he opened your door for you. You picked a small booth in the back. A waiter came around and took your order.

You relaxed in the booth as Sebastian stared at you. “I’m glad I’m sitting here with you” he smiled and you reached a hand across to him. “Me too I’m glad my dad had you come talk to me last night”.

Sebastian laughed and laced his fingers with yours. He definitely had to thank Robert.

[spidermanswifi]

like real people do

bucky barnes x reader 

summary: y/n is a necromancer and Bucky just really wants to kiss her

pleASE LISTEN TO THIS SONg also this is uhhh over 3k words????

necromancy: communicating with the dead, and/or bringing them back

Her hands clawed at the soft earth under her, digging through the dirt frantically. There was dirt under her nails and she was barefoot, but she didn’t care. Only cared about pulling him back up to her, saving him like she should have done in the first place. She dug and dug, flinging the dirt behind her. The ponytail fixed on her head was coming unraveled, the pieces sticking to the light sheen of sweat on her forehead. Within minutes, her fingers hit something hard, and she breathed in the smell of dirt and rain and finally- finally, she found the box. Clawing the lid off the dark wood, she peered inside, but it was empty. Her thoughts whirled around her brain, trying to come up with a reason why he wasn’t in there, why it was fucking empty. There was a sudden pressure on her back, and two hands were pushing her forward. She fell into the hard wood of the coffin, screaming as the lid snapped shut after her. There was total darkness, and then—

Her body shot up into a sitting position, trembling. y/n’s wild eyes searched around her, mind slowly coming to the realization that she wasn’t in any actual danger. It was just a dream, she tried to tell herself, just a bad dream. But, it wasn’t just a dream, and she knew that. Because it was a memory of a real event. Maybe a little different (the ending that actually played out was a bit more pleasant), but still the same premise. Staring at her palms she inspected them for any signs of dirt and then moved on to inspect the spaces under her nails. Any sign of dirt would have launched her into a full-blown panic attack. Even though she knew that her dream had almost been a reality a month ago, she was always scared that she’d wake up and it would happen again. This time with the ending that she had dreamed about last night.

Upon finding nothing that looked in the slightest like dirt, she drew her knees up to her chest, hugging them close. y/n had no idea what to do. The nightmares had only started up a week ago, and it was like they were getting worse; more real every single night. It was absolutely terrifying.

Reminding herself to breathe in and breathe out was a challenge, but she managed to calm herself down enough to get out of bed and walk out of her room to knock on the door across the hall from her. If anyone would understand it would be him. But at the same time, she didn’t want to burden him with this, with the same thing he had been running from for a month now. She let a breath out slowly, pushing past her anxiety of talking to him.

A soft knock on his door startled Bucky from the book he was currently reading. His eyes drifted over to the small digital clock on the wall, red numbers blinking 3:45 am at him. No one around the compound was usually up this late, so he was a little hesitant about seeing who it was. Setting the book down on the nightstand next to him, he got up out of bed and opened his door. Once his eyes recognized her silhouette in the dark, he wasn’t surprised to see her awake; although he was surprised that she was standing in front of him. He placed his hand on the door jamb, leaning his body weight into it. Her nightmares had been getting worse over the course of the past week (information that he got out of Steve and Sam), and he had been feeling guilty about it every second of the day.

Bucky and y/n had never been close. Granted, she had only become an Avenger two and a half weeks ago (Fury begged her to join; which surprised everyone that the man could even beg in the first place) so they hadn’t had much time to get close, but even then, he hadn’t really been able to thank her, as she had been avoiding him ever since that night.

That night.

The night that changed everything for him, for Steve, for her.

Before she was an Avenger, she had been a vigilante. Always there to help the Avengers, but never one to want to work alongside someone else permanently. Bucky had always been fascinated by her, even from the moment Steve told him about the mysterious girl who always seemed to come to their aid when they needed her most. When Bucky asked what she could do, what her powers were, Steve only shrugged. No one really knew for sure, they just knew she was different.

When asked point-blank if she wanted to be a part of the team (Tony had grabbed her wrist gently before she had tried to leave after a fight), she shook her head and left, shocking everyone. He had heard her explain to Steve once that it was because she didn’t want the government to be able to control her or what she did, and that she preferred to be alone. Bucky could understand this; especially after the Accords. And the last part? He understood more than anyone knew. Isolating himself was better for everyone, although no one would let him do it. He was a gun loaded and ready to fire at the slightest pressure; he couldn’t even trust himself. If someone were to utter those 10 words, he’d become the very monster that he spent the last year and a half trying to destroy. And what if he hurt someone again? What if he…what if he killed again? He doesn’t think he’d be able to live with himself anymore if that were to happen. Fuck what Steve wanted, he wouldn’t allow himself to live if he killed another innocent person again.

Bucky remembered that y/n was at his door and tore himself from the thoughts in his head. “What happened?” He asked, clearing his throat.

“I had that dream again,” she said, voice wobbling, “but it was slightly different.” Her gaze travelled around to everywhere but on him. It put him on edge that she wasn’t even able to look him in the eyes.

“What was different about it?” His voice was urgent, blue eyes searching hers. Her eyes flicked toward him for a second, hesitating before answering. “I didn’t—I couldn’t save you.” She said softly, twisting her hands together. Tears gathered in her eyes, and then he noticed that she was trembling.

Bucky could feel his heart drop and splinter the second the words left her mouth.

She was having nightmares all because of him, because he had to go and get himself killed. His grip on the door jamb tightened, and he winced when he heard the sound of wood splintering.

“I-I’m sorry.” He said, frowning.

“It’s not—it’s not your fault Bucky.”

This frustrated him. It was so obviously his fault, and he hated that she was just trying to protect his feelings. “How the hell isn’t it my fault?”

“I was the one who decided to bring you back. I made the decision, knowing the consequences, so it’s not your fault.”

“y/n, I got myself killed and then you…you brought me back. If I wouldn’t have been so stupid and—and hotheaded then none of this would have happened. I’m so sorry that you had to do that, and now you…I’m sorry.”

She just stared at him, a sudden intense look in her eyes. “I don’t regret it. Fuck, I’d do it all over again if it meant you—you’re alive okay?” y/n stumbled over her words, a fierceness in them. And she was telling the truth; if she had to do it again, she would, no questions asked.

She wasn’t supposed to be there. But she had heard through the grapevine that hydra had something she wanted, so she planned to steal it (she never said she was inherently good, but it’s not like she was in the wrong for stealing from hydra of all things). Originally, it was supposed to be a quick get in get out type of thing, but hydra had been expecting an ambush. Not from her of course, but still an ambush, and she couldn’t leave the Avengers to get their asses handed to them, so she stayed and fought. Before she knew it, she was back to back with Wanda Maximoff, dodging attacks from the surrounding hydra agents. Although her head was in the battle, her eyes kept drifting to the man fighting back-to-back with Steve Rogers. She had seen him before, years ago when he was someone else, when hydra had him chained to them. He had been the Winter Soldier then, and she was glad that he had been able to break free. Bucky Barnes looked absolutely beautiful, and she hated that her mind automatically went there, but he truly did. Her eyes trailed over his face, cataloguing every feature to go over in her mind later.

She then turned then, her focus completely on helping Wanda.

It was one minute. 60 seconds that she had looked away from Bucky Barnes, and then a gunshot rang out. No one was sure which side it came from, and then Steve screamed. It was a sound that would haunt her for eternity; the sound of a man losing everything (and y/n supposes that he had truly lost everything in that moment).

It was like time froze for everyone in the room as all eyes turned towards Captain America. Bucky’s body was slumped forwards, leaning on Steve’s shoulder.

It was hard to realize at first what happened. It just looked like Bucky was simply leaning on Steve, like an old friend would. Although if she thought about it, it was an odd place to lean on your friend. They had been in the middle of a battle, after all. But then Bucky’s body started sliding to the floor in slow-motion, a smear of blood on the front of Steve’s suit where Bucky had been leaning up against. Steve dropped to his knees, his hands pressing on the spot where his best friend had been shot. Time moved fast then, a blur of events too messy to remember.

They had tried to stop the bleeding, tried to save his life. It had been too late though. Bucky Barnes died in the tower, his heart stopping two hours after they brought him back in the quinjet.

He was buried a day later, his body lowered in a cherry colored wooden coffin. It was raining and sad and y/n never wanted to go to another funeral again. Throughout the entire service, her mind was whirling with thoughts about what she could do to help. Yeah, she didn’t know Bucky all that well, but she liked the Avengers, thought that they were all good people. And no one deserved to lose their best friend.

See, y/n had a few other gifts up her sleeve, other than being a deadly assassin of course. When she was 10 years old, her best friend and trusted confidant Floofy (she was ten years old, of course she couldn’t think of a better name than that), died suddenly. She had gotten the dog a few years back; he was a border collie, and the best damn dog in the entire world. Her family had let her say goodbye in peace, and she had placed her hands on his body, running her small fingers through his fur one last time. She remembered wishing he was alive the thought echoing in her mind, and then her fingers got tingly and weird and suddenly there was a heartbeat. y/n thought she had been imaging it at first, but then his head raised, and he looked at her with life in his eyes, and she knew she was special. Her mother hadn’t been surprised; her aunt had the same gift, and there had been a strong chance that her daughter would carry the gene as well (y/n never really understood the genetics behind it all, more focused on the actual power).  

She remembered what her mother told her, years back when she had asked about her gift.

“Mommy?”

“Yes baby?”

“Can I help out humans?”

Her mother kneeled down next to her, taking her hands in hers. “You can, yes. But be careful with helping humans—there’s only so much you can do, and if you push too much you can hurt yourself.”

She decided that she’d do whatever she could, but secretly. If it didn’t work and she had gotten Steve’s hopes up, she’d feel even worse than she already did. So, she slipped out of her home, walking through the shadows to the place where he lay. It took a while to dig through the cold earth with her fingers, but she was determined. After a while of digging, her fingertips touched wood, and she sat back on her heels.

This would be the first time she had ever resurrected a human, and if she was being honest with herself, she was terrified. When she brought life back to animals, it exhausted her and made her sight fuzzy around the edges for a few hours. But the worst part of it wasn’t how she felt physically—it was how she felt emotionally. y/n had found out after the second animal, that she grew an emotional attachment to whatever she brought back. For example, the second animal she had brought back was a rabbit. Once she was sure he was up and alive, she set him free, not really thinking about what could happen to him out in the big bad world. She watched as he hopped across the large expanse of the woodland nearby, and then things took a turn for the worst. A fox darted in the line of her vision and spooked the rabbit, making him bound across the woods even faster. Her heart leapt in her chest then, fear icing her veins, as if she was the one running from the fox.

The fox got the rabbit then, snapping the small creature up and into it’s mouth. y/n felt the struggle, the shot of terror, and then…nothing. The emptiness was horrifying; it felt like a piece of her broke off and disappeared, like there was a hole in her soul. It took a few weeks to come back from that, the feeling terrifying her to her bones.

She thought of this suddenly, fear trickling into her stomach at what would happen if Bucky were to die a second time. It was horrible with a tiny rabbit, and she couldn’t help but hesitate. He was an Avenger, which might possibly be the most dangerous job out there. But then she thought of him. Of how much Steve cared for him, of those blue eyes—and she knew she had to do this. Bucky deserved every chance at a good life he could get, and she’d be damned if she wouldn’t help him get that.

Her fingers were cold as she pried the lid off, but it lifted easily. She froze then, her eyes locked on the lifeless body of the super soldier. It was hard to see, a man that had been dragged through hell and back finally at peace, but she knew it wasn’t his time yet…couldn’t be his time yet.

Lifting her hands down into the box, she pressed gently on Bucky’s chest, closing her eyes. It was harder than usual (or maybe she was just rusty), but after a few seconds of imagining him alive, her hands burned, and then—a heartbeat. Grinning to herself, y/n once again sat back on her heels, waiting. He had been confused as he sat up, his gaze wild and panicked. A swift explanation left her mouth, and it went better than she had thought. He didn’t question her or call her crazy, just stared at her with a foreign look in his eyes (one that anyone would call adoration, but y/n wasn’t anyone—she had no idea what that looked like on another person’s face, besides her mother). Bucky climbed out of the box with a little help from her, because his legs felt like jelly and trembled like a baby deer’s, and then they sat next to his headstone while he asked her a million questions. The entire time, she tried so hard not to stare. Even post-resurrection he looked like Adonis, and it made her heart race in a good way.

After a while, she decided to bring him back to his rightful place; the Stark tower.

She told Bucky to wait outside while she went inside the room and tried to explain as best she could what she just did. The Avengers didn’t believe her at first of course, but then she called Bucky in, her cheeks growing hot at the awe now bleeding into the eyes of the team. y/n was never one that was good with taking praise, so this was new to her (along with the fact that she just told a group of people about her gift, which she never did).

It was fine at first. She didn’t really notice anything off, and maybe—just maybe, resurrecting humans was easier. But then the dizzy spells started, and then the weird dreams (which eventually morphed into nightmares), but then the oddest thing started to happen; she had started to fall in love with him.

Her glances started to linger, and her thoughts quieted when she was near him, and it was like…a safety net in a person. Which was new for her, and maybe that’s why she had tried to stay away at first. Feelings were messy, especially in her situation.

But tonight?

The nightmare was scary, and she was sick of dealing with this alone; sick of feeling perpetually alone. And Bucky was there, Bucky was always there. She knew he’d been asking Steve and Sam and anyone else who knew how she was doing. He didn’t know the logistics of bringing people back, but he knew it had not been an easy task, even if y/n tried to make it seem like it was. It was sweet, so fucking teeth rottingly sweet that he cared about her, about how she was doing.

He had a good heart, and y/n knew she made the right choice.

“Do you want to come in?” He asked, stepping aside. Nodding her head, she started to walk into his room, but then stopped a few inches away from him. Her body turned to face him, and she launched herself into his arms, squeezing him tight. Slowly, he hugged her back, placing a kiss on the top of her head.

Ever since that night, Bucky has wanted to kiss her. His eyes always drift down to her pretty lips while she speaks, and it was distracting. It was getting hard to focus around her, even harder to stop thinking about her. But it wasn’t because she brought him back—no, that would be too simple. It was more for the fact that she didn’t expect anything from him. She only said a quiet “you’re welcome” when he thanked her profusely, and that was that.

But over the past few weeks he had grown curious and wanted to know the reason why she brought him back. And maybe this was a bad time to ask, but the question slipped out before he could keep his mouth shut.

“Why did you do it?” He asked quietly, moving to rest his cheek on her head.

“What?” Came the muffled response.

“Why did you bring me back?”

She blinked. “I uh…I know who you were before this,” y/n said, placing a hand on his chest. “And I also know that hydra basically brainwashed you, forced you to do it. You deserve a long and happy life, Bucky. You deserve to get back all the time you missed because of them.”

Bucky moved in front of her then, placing his hands on both sides of her cheeks, his blue eyes searching hers. For what, he didn’t know, but the slight pink in her cheeks and the pure honesty in her eyes made him smile softly at her.

And then he kissed her.

The parts of his life he could remember had been plagued by people wanting him for ulterior motives, for terrible things that he wanted to forget. And this person—this beautiful and kind girl wanted him to get back the parts of the life he lost, and she used her special gift to help him do it. Never had someone cared so immensely about him in the most selfless way possible, and in his heart, he knew he loved her. Maybe it was too soon to love someone he hadn’t known for that long, but…but he didn’t care.

He had known darkness in the deepest parts of his soul, and he had known what it was like to feel the life bleed out of him. Maybe the good did come after the bad, and if this was the good, it was more than enough for him.

[justmesadgirl]

only one night - Sebastian Stan Part 2

Words count: 1644

Paring: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings:  

A/N: feedback is always welcomed! English is not my first language and i have dyslexia so if there are typos I’m sorry! And let me know if you want a part 3! Feedback is always welcomed!

inspired by Shawns Mendes song : Where were you in the morning.

part1 part 2 part3 part4 part5 part6part7 part8 part9

You felt like dying right there. How were you so unlucky that he was now your new boss? Was this good or bad? Margot told her husband how good worker you were. That was a surprise for you and Sebastian’s dad told you how impressed he was with your work and how you had helped his wife with so much that he needed to thank you and he thought that promoting you was the perfect way but all that you could think about was how Sebastian was looking you. God he was beautiful; no he must be a god!

“Thank you so much but I’m really happy with my workplace right now,” you tried to tell him but Margot interrupted you by whispering to your ear “Shh child. Don’t be stupid and take the job!” She sounded really mad like always. You didn’t understand how such a mean woman was with someone so nice and her son was so amazing and nice.

“You will love working with me.” Sebastian told you and his parents.

“I’m sure about it son.” His dad told him. “Look who is coming son.” That's when you saw her. She was so beautiful so so beautiful. She was wearing a most beautiful red dress and her hair and makeup was perfect she looked like a supermodel. You looked back at Sebastian whos smile well as he saw what his father was talking about.

“Hey darling” she even sounded like an angel. She kissed Sebastian's cheek and hugged his parents.

“Hey Sofia” you could see how uncomfortable Sebastian was. Who was she? She just walked front of you and pushed you behind her. Bitch.

“I haven’t seen you in a while love!” Margot looked happy. You had never seen her happy besides with her family.

“I have been so busy with work but now I’m here. We should get lunch on Monday!” She told her excitedly. Now you felt as uncomfortable as Sebastian looked. Maybe you should just leave maybe she was just saving you from the awkward conversation you were having with his family. You started to walk away as you felt a hand on your shoulder you turned around and your eyes met his.

“Stay.” He asked you but that’s when the girl, Sofia, looked at you. Up and down with a judging look on her face. She quickly wrapped her hands around Sebastian’s waist.

“Who is she?” She asked as she pulled Sebastian’s hand off our shoulder and wrapped it around her.

“This is Y/N. She just got promoted to work under Sebastian. She is an amazing worker.” Sebastian’s father told her proudly.

“This looks like a family conversation so maybe I should leave?” You asked but you just wanted to run away. Was Sebastian dating this gorgeous girl and he did he cheat on her with you? You were nothing compared to her.

“Yes that’s a good idea.” Sofia said at the same time as Sebastian said “NO! No don’t” She looked at Sebastian with anger in her eyes and let out a fake laugh. Sebastian unwrapped her hands from him and put his hand on your lower back.

“I will excuse us from you for now I really want to get to know her better so Monday would be easy on her.” Sebastian told them but mostly to his parents because Sofia looked really fucking mad.

“That’s my son. A good boss.” Sebastian dad told you with a nod and a smile. Margot didn’t look so happy but didn’t say anything it seemed like she did everything as her husband told her but how was he so much nicer than she was. You just smiled at them as Sebastian guide you away from his family and the mystery woman. He guided you outside of the house into the backyard and walked you out of peoples sight Sebastian stopped you and turned you around to look at him.

“Hey.” He said with the stupid smirk on his lips again.

“What are you doing? Are you crazy? Why didn’t you tell me you had girlfriend? God. I’m so dumb and actually thought that you liked me.” You were going on and on but he put his hand on your mouth and you shut up. Looking in his eyes with a questioning look on your face but that’s when you heard someone walking towards you two. He put his hands into his pockets and gave a fake smile but still it was beautiful.

“Sofia.” He said as she walked next to you two.

“Sorry to interrupt you two but I really need to talk to you, honey.” She told him and looked at you with a fake smile on her lips.

“Sorry but we were in the middle of something here. It can wait, Sofia.” He told with a serious look on his face. What was going on?

“no. no. no, don’t. We can talk later Sebastian.” You said and walked off with a quick pace.

“Y/N” Sebastian called after you but as you looked back at them and saw how Sofia turned his head to look at her and started talking with an angry look on her face. Did she know that you two slept together? Will she tell Sebastian’s parents? Will you lose your job over that? You were stressing out so bad. You can’t afford to lose your job.

You walked to the bar and ordered a drink. You looked at your right and saw a handsome guy you had seen him around the office before but you two never had talked only share a couple smiles now and then. He had blonde hair and blue eyes. He looked up at you and smiled. You walked next to him

“Can I sit?” you asked him with a pretty smile.

“Of course you can.“ he told you as you sat down next to him.

“I don’t think we have ever introduced each other. I’m Zac.”

“I’m Y/N” You told him and shook his hand. You two talked for a while and you got to know him. He told you all about his boyfriend and after couple drinks you told him about Sebastian. You two were laughing about someone that threw their drink at someone else. Zac stopped laughing and you looked at him and saw how he was looking behind you. You turned around slowly because you could smell him and feel him looking at you.

“Sebastian.” You said his name as you looked at his gorgeous blue eyes.

“We are leaving. And now.” You loved how dominating he sounded. If you could you would take him here and now. But you weren’t that drunk.

“I’m not going anywhere with you.” You told him but he wasn’t listening to you. He took you by your hand and pulled you up from the couch and put his hands on your lower back again like he had done before. He walked you out of the house and you could see how people were looking at you two but he didn’t care. Someone handed him car keys and he opened you the car door and slammed it shit after you. He seemed a little angry but maybe you were just imagining it. He sat in the driver's seat and started the sports car.

“Where are we going?” you asked him and his lips curled up a little.

“We still need to talk remember?” He just answered.

“About your crazy girlfriend?” you asked. Why were you here when he could be with her. With the beautiful Sofia.

“She is not my girlfriend.” he told you as he looked at you.

“Oh..” You sighed.

“fiance then? Or even wife?” you asked again. It would be so much worse if they were married. You didn’t want to be a homewrecker.

“Not my fiance or wife Y/N.” He told you as he took your hand in his.

“Where are you taking me? Are you going to kill me now?” You joked a little to lift the mood.

“I was thinking something a little better. Like making you breakfast now.” He told you and squeezed your hand a little. He was going to be the death of you and you knew it all ready.

He let you in first and walked after you. He walked straight to his kitchen and took off his suit jacket and rolling up his dress shirts sleeves.

“So pancakes?” you asked him as you jumped on to the kitchen counter to sit on it.

“Like I promised last night.” He smiled at you and started to cook. He looked so good when he was mixing the batter.

“So where were you this morning babe?” He asked and walked up to you.

“I saw the picture in your living room of you and your family and panicked.” You told him as you felt him running his hand up your thigh. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know what to do and I just ran out of here.” You told him as you wrapped your hand around his neck you were about to kiss him but you heard the front door open.

“Sebastian!” You heard someone scream. You were confirmed when Sofia walked into the kitchen.

“You left with her? Are you kidding me Seb!” She sounded so mad that you were little scared. You let your hands fall from his neck and you feel him take couple steps back from you.

“What are you doing here? How did you even get in?” He didn’t sound happy either. You jumped down from the counter.

“I should just leave.” You say and the both look at you and you heard two answers at the same time “No.” from Sebastian and a “Yes.” from Sofia.

“See you on Monday.” You told Sebastian and walked quickly out again from the same door that you did that morning.

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[siempre-bucky]

Imagine: Bucky Knowing You’re a Mermaid

BUCKY x MERMAID!READER

FOLLOW UP TO: Saltwater

(gifs are not mine)

Now that Bucky knew your secret, he was completely obsessed (as if he wasn’t already) with you and your tail.

Bath time out be hell, you would sit in the warm water peacefully, then all of a sudden Bucky would rip open the curtain and pour massive amounts of salt in. You lashed out  “Bucky!” as you transformed. 

“I just wanted to see you turn,” he would tell you, pulling out his cute face.

Breath holding contests! 

Him begging to feel your tail

“Bucky no!”

“Bucky yes!” he shouts back as he reaches for the dark orange scales 

Swimming competitions

He always feels victories when he beats you when you’re in your normal human form. 

You like to organize private swim times with him so you can show him how fast you can really go

“You didn’t see that coming?” 

He knows you love swimming in the actual ocean more than anything

He likes to sit on the shore and watch you swim 

Tony likes to order sushi, and when you reach for a roll Bucky will swat it out of your hand “What the hell!”

“I thought you don’t eat fish!”

“...give me  the fish Barnes.”

Even more protective 

#protectivebucky

SWIMMING TOGETHER!!!

[mutifandomkid]

[flordeamatista]

Losing Control

pairing: Personal Trainer!Bucky Barnes x Milf!Reader (Roommates)

concept: Control is reclaimed by you

word count: 1.5k

warnings: NSFW/18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI; SMUT, switch reader- dom, smut, blowjob, oral (fem receiving), sub!Bucky, reader wants her control back, Bucky just sweet boy and ready, power struggle

a/n: Thank you to my amazing beta @jobean12-blog

Line divider by the beautiful @firefly-graphics

Masterlist

A sexual experience is a motion of emotion, while desire is the lust to have control

Your silk is wielded without mercy, tied tightly to his wrists above his head, showing him you are the one in charge.

Bucky shivers as the cloth slithers over his skin, curling around his cock and spreading his legs, your eyes are warm and heavy over his skin.

Your hand rests lightly on the coffee cup as you stare at the work man in front of you. You admired your work of this poor soul dying beneath your touch and gaining control of this relationship as he did not know what he was doing.

While you undress by his side, Bucky feels his throat dry as he looks at you, and he is sure that your hands are burning him as they touch him so warmly.

Bucky moans when his body seems to be surrounded by your hands which tease his skin, or when you touch his thigh and your mouth closes around his cock.

Your touch eclipses his power.

Each tender touch that is harder than the hand that you control him with.

Bucky bites his lip and moans, he's begging to be punished and you brush his leg in a tantalizing manner.

His skin trembles at your gentle touch as his hips thrust forward as he moans softly.

Bucky's legs tremble as your hand grazes over his thigh, teasing him. He wants you to take control. Even if it means he's going to be in trouble.

Getting on your knees, pulling his shorts down farther. "Look at that! So big for me." A smug grin spreads across your face as you pump his girth at a fast pace.

It would have never crossed your mind to have the hunky god moan like a desperate soul under your touch, but that’s exactly what happens as Bucky’s eyes widen with overwhelming pleasure and a shaky moan leaves his parted lips.

The decision you make determines the direction of your life. You can choose to influence, direct and control your environment. You can decide what your life should be like. You like Bucky kneeling down in screams and kissing the ground under your feet.

During your business trips, you decided you were not at home as much, so you decided to rent out a bedroom.

Having him come looking for a new place to live when he was new to town, and you having to place an advertisement for a roommate to watch over your house, the universe blessed you with him.

You thought all was under control, but he made your life the chaos of wanting something more.

Move Your Body, Shape Your Future

His slogan every time he motivated you to workout with him. Every drop of sweat streamed down your body as he lightly pushed you while working out.

It is not today that you are going to exercise your body and shape your future in his meaning. Today, you are going to exercise his body and shape his future for the most precious workout that anyone can offer him. It is you.

A smile flutters across his lips if he tells you to put a little more pleasure into your weight during your workouts. He convinced you to turn one of your rooms into your own personal gym.

You lost control of yourself that night because of how his muscles looked like they could surround you and stretch you apart.

You can’t help but think about that night, the night that changed everything.

Your eyes were drawn to his face, but his cerulean eyes were cast down to your pussy. They were filled with wild hunger, making you feel intoxicated, just the way he cast his hungry and lust-driven gaze at you making you even wetter.

His mouth descended upon you with his hands clasped tightly around your thighs, determined to leave marks on your soft skin.

A gasp of surprise-filled your lungs at the wet, hot feeling of his mouth on your throbbing pussy.

It wasn't the sloppy, wet assault you were expecting.

As Bucky's tongue traveled up and down through your folds on either side, he pressed his thumb over the nub of your folds. A rush of pleasure moved through you as he touched the tips of your folds.

The man knew how to use his tongue, and this must have made him the best personal trainer. The tongue understood the languages of orgasms coming from your mouth, the way your body was relaxing in freedom from stress.

In the world of business, most women in power never have the luxury of de-stressing themselves. They work and work and meet and meet, and it was exhausting even to take a day off to relax at the spa.

If you knew you could get this pleasure right at home, you would get goosebumps whenever you were around Bucky, who was using his tongue to ease the strenuous workout, and you were giving in to him.

The lips of the man surrounded you in a slowly tightening circle, tantalizing and promising new delights to come as they danced in pleasure all around you. You looked up to the ceiling, grateful to the gods for this man.

"Aahhh...ahh...Oh my God.!" you cried. "That feels so good, Bucky."

"Anything to help you relax, love," he said as he raised his mouth from your body, hot puffs of his breath making you clench around nothing

You felt waves of pleasure sweep over your body as his tongue spread between your lips and plunged into you. He was greedily lapping at you; you grabbed his luscious dark hair on the back of his head and closed him against you, and his mouth continued to move faster and harder.

You were going to come. God, you wanted it. You hadn't seen a man make you come this way in so long. You felt a surge of energy rising within you.

He pulled back at the last minute. You gazed into his eyes, and he stared back. His face was screaming that you owned him. You panted, and your heart rate spiked like a sprinter.

"That was amazing. I never thought you could?"

He grinned.

"I, uh, had a few tricks for my special clients. I can pay rent like this if you like."

As you grabbed the back of his head to pull him to you again, you whispered, "Let’s add some more payment."

Although Bucky loved tasting you, he resisted. "No," "My tongue, my rules on how I pay. I want something else" He grinned and stood up.

Your admiration for Bucky's control over himself and you was apparent. Standing tall over you, muscular and lean. And Bucky's long, hard man's cock pointed straight at you, between your legs.

"Flip over," he said.

"What?"

"Flip over," he said again. "I want you now but flipped over."

Bucky, its pleasure was even better, the strong hands on your hips, the thick shaft rocking in and out of you, your breasts bobbing back and forth beneath you, and the high-pitched moans oozing from deep within you.

In his masculine baritone, Bucky moaned, too, although it sounded a little bit like a bearish growl.

You may lose everything you possess except one thing, your freedom to decide how you will act in any given situation. This was the power you lost when Bucky took control over you to the extreme of moans and sex.

He let out a moan of delight, leaning back against the bench, eyes closing. You suddenly engulfed him in your mouth, savoring the sensation. As you gaze up at him, it seems you have no gag reflex.

You bobbed your head back and forth, sucking him at your own pace and resting your arms on his legs; his moans grew louder.

Though he was a personal trainer, you were training him in pleasure.

The moans only grew in intensity as he gripped your head harder in his gloved hand, making you move faster.

"I'm gonna... Cum..." Bucky cried in between moans as you continued your work. His hips stuttered wildly with every drag of your tongue on his skin, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he lost himself in the pleasure.

He released his grip on your head; you took him as deep as possible, watching his face contort in pleasure as he squirmed and bucked under your touch.

A throaty moan came from him, releasing into your mouth. You hummed as you swallowed everything.

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