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Homecoming (Bucky Barnes x Reader)❤️🔞🧡💛

| Bucky Barnes x fem!reader | Warnings: angst, grief, mentions of death/suspicion of death, swearing, sexual themes, implied unprotected sex, pregnancy, injuries, fluff, and a little bit of smut at the end. Bucky leaves for an unexpected mission right after you and him move into a new apartment. After over a month of no news, you begin to wonder if Bucky is ever coming home-until you get a call. Your time alone is anything but uneventful, and you have a lot to catch him up on when he comes back. |

The beeping of your alarm ripped you out of the deep sleep you were in, and you rose out of bed like a zombie coming back to life. You rubbed your face and reached out to shut your alarm off. You quickly checked your phone for any notifications or updates. Your heart dropped as you came to the realization.

Nothing yet.

Bucky had been away on a very important mission for a whole month, and you were missing him terribly. The timing couldn't have been any worse. You and Bucky had just bought your first apartment together only two weeks before the mission came in. You knew from the look in his eyes that this had something to do with HYDRA. The way his entire body tensed as he talked on the phone with Steve.

“I know you have to go Bucky, the team needs you. And I know how personal this is.” You said as you laced your fingers with his. “I’ll miss you though.”

He pulled you in for a hug and inhaled your sweet scent. 

‘Why did it have to be now?’ He thought to himself. Just when everything was beginning to fall into place, it was like he couldn’t catch a break. 

 “I know Peaches, but I won’t be able to rest until I know I’ve brought them down. Otherwise I’ll be spending the rest of my life looking over my shoulder.” Bucky pulled back slightly to cup your cheeks in his hands. Your eyes met his baby blue ones and you felt tears starting to form. “I swore I’d do anything to protect you, and I meant that. I want to have a peaceful life with you doll, one where I don’t have to worry if you’ll be safe or not.”

“As peaceful as life can be for an Avenger.” You chuckled and Bucky smiled.

“Exactly.” He kissed your forehead, lingering longer than he normally did. Like he was worried he wasn’t going to return. 

You recognized that feeling almost immediately. You’d only felt it one other time when Bucky wasn’t sure if the mission he was going on would be his last. He hugged you like he was saying goodbye just in case. Panic rose in your chest as your throat tightened. “You have to come back to me James.” You whispered, your voice trembling. You looked up and tears started falling. “Promise you’ll come home to me.”

Bucky’s heart ached. Even if he wanted to make such a promise, HYDRA was a very dangerous enemy. The thought of not making it back scared him, but so did living a life where you were constantly in danger. “I promise I’ll do everything in my power to come back Y/n, but-”

You shook your head as a sob racked your body. “I won’t be able to keep it together if I have to watch your casket get lowered into the ground. You’re my whole world Bucky. If I don’t have you, I have nothing.” It was incredibly selfish of you to want him to keep his word considering how serious the mission was, but you couldn’t help but plead with him. You knew in your heart that as much as Bucky wanted to come back home, he would sacrifice himself if it meant putting a permanent end to HYDRA. He vowed to always keep you safe, even at the cost of his own life. 

“Oh doll,” Bucky held you in his arms tighter, like he was trying to keep you from falling apart. He sighed and looked out the window of your apartment. The two of you stood in silence, unsure if this tender moment would truly be your last. 

Ever since he’d left, every day felt like a chore. You started staying up later in hopes that Bucky would walk through the door again, but after a whole month of radio silence, you were starting to lose hope. Due to the sensitivity of the mission, only the highest ranking Avengers knew what was going on. As much as you wanted to know what was happening, you didn’t want to compromise Bucky or the team in any way. Instead, you did your best to continue with your life despite his absence by making your bed, meal prepping for the week ahead, taking walks, and going into work even when you wanted to call in sick. In a way, you felt like sticking to your schedule would help you keep your sanity if Bucky never made it back. But you knew deep down that if that ended up being the case your world would come crashing down around you anyways. Bucky was the first person you’d ever dated that you could actually see yourself settling down with in the future. You wanted to fall asleep next to him every night and wake up by his side in the morning. You wanted to get married and share last names. You wanted to buy a house of your own and turn it into a home. Why did HYDRA have to come and throw a wrench in your plans now?

Thankfully you had the day off from work today so you didn’t have to worry about putting on a facade for eight hours, but that meant you’d need to find something else to distract you. If you were idle with your thoughts for too long, you wouldn’t be able to hold back your tears. You decided to take a shower and then walk down to the local park to get some fresh air. The hot water on your skin felt amazing, so you took a much longer shower than normal to let the tension melt away. The water pelted your skin as you stood there, trying to maintain your composure. You shut your eyes tightly, hoping it would stop you from crying again. Showers and baths had always been therapeutic for you, especially on tough days, and you needed something to ground you right now. 

“There you are baby,” Bucky murmured as he stepped into the shower with you and wrapped his arms around you. “I was looking for you until I heard the water running. Should’ve known you’d be in here. Long day?”

You sighed and leaned into his touch. “You have no idea. I spent the entire day basically cleaning up everyone else's messes and it’s not even my job. Fuck, I need a raise.”

Bucky chuckled and kissed your neck. “Yes you do doll, you do so much for them and they hardly recognize it. Maybe it’s time to find a new place?”

You nodded and grabbed your soap and washcloth. “Definitely, but job searching sucks ass.” 

Before you could start lathering yourself, Bucky gently took the cloth from your hands and began scrubbing your neck and back. “I’ll help you however I can,” he kissed your cheek. “Although I don’t think I’ve had to prepare for a job interview in almost 80 years.”

You sighed, enjoying the feeling of him cleaning you. His big strong hands gently caressed every inch of your body. “Yeah, things are a lot different now, old-timer,” you teased. “But I’ll take all the help I can get.”

Bucky continued washing your body for you, lingering over your breasts and the curve of your butt as he always did. “Whenever you’re ready, whatever you need, I’ll be here. But for now, just relax and let me take care of you.”

You stepped out of the shower and grabbed your towel to dry off. Your heart ached as you ran your fingers over Bucky’s towel. You hadn’t replaced it since he’d left. You worried that it would be one of the only things left of him. You shook the thought out of your head and finished drying yourself. Bucky would come back to you. He always had. Why would this time be any different?

Once you were done, you went back into your bedroom and picked out a shirt and sweatpants to wear. As you headed out the door, you paused in the kitchen. You knew if Bucky were here he’d scold you for not eating anything yet, but the desire just wasn’t there. Still, you could hear his voice chiding you, telling you how important it was for you to keep up your nutrition. 

“You can’t take on the world with an empty stomach, Peaches. Here, take this. Promise me you’ll eat something later too, okay?”

You smiled a little, and decided to grab a granola bar to take with you on your walk. Maybe later you would cook something or order food, but this would have to do for now. It was a little chillier today, so you grabbed a light jacket and your keys as you headed out the door. The crisp air was refreshing, the perfect combination of warm sun and cool air. You put your headphones on and hit shuffle on one of your playlists. The park was mostly empty, except for a few other walkers and dog owners. You found a bench to sit on and admired the view of the leaves rustling in the trees and the sunlight beaming through the clouds. When you and Bucky came here, you’d usually stop by one of the local coffee shops to grab a drink and something to nibble on. You’d walk around the perimeter of the park, arms linked together as you sipped on your drinks and enjoyed the view, occasionally people-watching as you walked along. You watched from afar as a couple and their child kicked around a soccer ball with smiles on their faces. The little girl tripped and started to fall, but her dad was there to scoop her up and swing her around in the air, both of them laughing. Maybe someday you and him would come back here when you had a little one of your own. Bucky always worried that he wouldn’t be a good dad, but you thought otherwise. He had a kind heart, a gentle soul, and a whole lot of patience. If he was half as good of a dad as he was a boyfriend, you knew he would make an amazing parent. 

You pulled out the granola bar and began eating it when you felt something brush up against your leg. You looked down and saw a white cat with big blue eyes, rubbing its face against your calf. “Oh, what are you doing out here?” You asked as you took off your headphones. The cat looked up at you and started purring. You smiled and reached out your hand to let it smell you, and it immediately pushed its head into your hand, demanding head rubs. “What a cutie you are.” You reached down to look if it had a collar but felt nothing. You set the granola bar down and gently scooped the cat up into your arms. “No collar huh? Did you escape from your house?”

The cat gave no response, besides more purrs. It was too friendly to be feral, but too clean to be a stray. You decided to take it to a nearby shelter and see if someone had lost it. “Let’s get you home, I’m sure your owner is worried sick about you.” You stood up and began walking home, the cat settled into your arms and began falling asleep. You headed towards the parking lot where you left your car and unlocked the door. You got in and the cat jumped out of your arms into the passenger seat. You giggled and patted its head again. “Sure, make yourself at home.” You smiled as you buckled in and started your drive to the animal shelter. 

When you got there, one of the staff members took the cat to the back to see if it belonged to anyone. You sat in the waiting area. You weren’t sure why you stayed, you knew you could’ve just gone back home, but something in you secretly hoped there was a chance it was a stray and needed a home. The employee who had taken the cat to the treatment area came back to meet you and you stood up.

“Were you able to find an owner?” You asked, hoping the answer was no.

“Nope, it seems like she doesn’t belong to anyone. There’s no microchip registered to her and no missing cats who fit her description. State law in New York says we have to hold her for 3 days before putting her up for adoption though, but we’ll make sure she’s taken care of here.” She said with a smile. “You did the right thing by bringing her here.”

You nodded. “So after those 3 days, would it be possible to submit an application for adoption?”

“Yeah! If you want, you can fill it out now and then if no one comes forward to claim her within those 3 days, we’ll contact you.”

“I’d like to do that please. She’s such a sweetheart, I think she’d be a good addition to the house.” You said. Truth be told, a pet would definitely do you some good since you were alone. Besides, she really was a sweet cat and her eyes reminded you of…

Bucky. 

You felt a lump start to form in your throat and you did your best to swallow it. “Where do I start?”

When you left the shelter, you decided to pick up a few things from a pet store. You knew logically it might be a little too soon, but you didn’t care. For the first time in almost a month you felt a sense of happiness again. You spent about 30 minutes making your way around the aisles, picking out tons of toys, treats, food and water bowls, a litter box, and the softest bed you could find. As you were making your way towards the front, you came across the cutest cat tower. It was light blue with big fluffy clouds as the landings. You placed it in your shopping cart, not caring about the price. If this cat was to become yours, you wanted to spoil her as much as possible. You made decent pay at your job, but Bucky was really the breadwinner and always treated you like a princess, making sure you got almost everything you asked for. As you checked out, the cashier asked you if you were preparing to bring home a new pet.

“Yeah, I’ll get to bring her home in 3 days as long as no one claims her. Gosh, I haven’t even thought of a name yet.”

“What does she look like?” The cashier questioned as he totaled up your purchase.

“She’s got really soft white fur and blue eyes.” You smiled as you swiped your card.

“Hmmm, it might be a bit cliché but maybe a name that has to do with the winter or snow would be a good fit.” He said as he handed you the receipt. “Good luck, I hope you get to take her home soon.”

You nodded. “Me too.”

On your way home, you mulled over the cashier’s suggestion. Maybe a snow-themed name would be a good idea, her fur was perfectly white afterall. God, what would Bucky think if you did adopt her? You hadn’t even thought about what he would say when he got home. 

If he ever comes home, a voice inside your head sneered.

The lump in your throat returned and your vision became blurry from your tears. “No,” you whispered and closed your eyes. “When he comes home. Bucky is coming home.” You took a deep breath and gripped the steering wheel tight. You hadn’t realized it but your foot was pressing down on the gas, your speed steadily increasing. Your knuckles turned white as you lifted your head up- just in time to hit a light post head on. “Shit!” You yelled as your body lurched forward, your forehead making contact with the wheel from the force of impact. Your groaned and your head started swimming as you slumped forward, the pain coming in sharp waves. The last thing you remembered before passing out was the blaring of your car alarm and a figure running towards you shouting.

When you woke next, you were in a brightly lit room hooked up to a heart monitor. You slowly blinked as you regained consciousness. Your head immediately started pounding and you groaned. “Y/n! Thank God you’re awake.” You heard a voice say from across the room.

You looked up to see Natasha stand up and gently embrace you. You sighed into the hug and pulled her closer. It was nice to see a familiar face. “Nat, I’m so glad to see you.” Your voice trembled.

She pulled back slightly to meet your gaze and your composure crumbled. You sobbed loudly, your cries shaking your entire body. Natasha pulled you back in, tighter this time. “It’s okay, you’re okay.”

After a few moments you calmed down, still crying a little but no longer hyperventilating. You wiped your eyes and sniffed. Your head seemed to hurt even more now and you put a hand up to your forehead and winced. “Ow.” You grunted.

“Yeah, you hit your head pretty good. You’ve got a few stitches that can come out in two weeks and a pretty nasty concussion.” She pointed to a spot just above your left eyebrow. “Dr. Cho stitched you up, but she said you should probably stay on bedrest for at least a couple weeks.”

“Fuck,” you sighed as you sat back. “I’m a mess Nat.”

“You’re lucky I was out for a run with Sam when I saw your car crashed. What happened?” She pulled up a chair next to your bed.

“I…” You felt tears threatening to resurface before Nat slipped her hand into yours. She nodded for you to continue. “I was on my way home from the pet store, I found a stray cat today at the park and I put in an adoption application so I might get to take her home if she doesn’t belong to anyone. But while I was driving, I thought about…Bucky…and what he would think of her if he comes back.” Your voice trembled again towards the end. 

“Oh Y/n,” she started. “You can’t think like that. Buck’s a strong man and he can handle himself out there. It won’t do you any good to catastrophize things.”

“I know, but it's been almost a month and nothing! I get why I can’t know anything, I would never dream of compromising a mission, but I can’t help but start to lose hope.”

Natasha sighed. “I’m sorry, I probably should’ve come over sooner to check on you. I don’t mean to be blunt but you look like you’ve been through hell.”

“It’s been far from easy.” You admitted. “But I’m not mad at you for coming to visit. Truthfully I thought you’d be on the mission too. And like I said, I don’t want to cause any trouble.”

“Y/n, I may be an Avenger but I’m also your best friend. It’s okay to ask for help, especially during a time like this.”

It was your turn to sigh as you squeezed her hand. “You’re right, I just didn’t want to be a burden y’know?”

Natasha gave you a smile. “You could never.”

Your heart melted at her words and you pulled her in for another hug. “Bucky’s gonna kill me when he sees the damage I did to the car.” You muttered with a small smile.

Nat laughed and pulled back. “I don’t think that’s gonna be the case, as long as you’re okay he’ll be fine. And if he gives you any shit I’ll kick his ass.”

You both laughed out loud until a sudden wave of nausea hit you, causing you to groan and shut your eyes. 

“You good?” She asked.

“Yeah just,” you swallowed the urge to vomit. “Got really nauseous for a second. I’m okay now.”

“There’s one other thing that Dr. Cho found out that I need to tell you.” Nat said, her tone a little more serious now. 

You opened your eyes and frowned. “What is it?”

“When Sam and I found you, we weren’t sure what happened so we ran a few tests to make sure everything was in check internally. There’s no easy way to say this so I’m just gonna rip the bandaid off. Y/n, you’re pregnant.”

Your heart stopped. A million things went through your head all at once as you became lost in your thoughts. Bucky had been told his fertility was practically non-existent due to the serum coursing through his body, so you hadn’t really been worried about using protection all the time. How far along were you? Surely it was Bucky’s since he was the only person you’d been with in almost 3 years but could they tell who the father was? And what would he say when he found out?

“Earth to Y/n, you there?” Nat asked as she tried to meet your gaze. “I’m…just in shock. I didn’t think…I mean there hasn’t been any signs.” Your fingers hovered over your stomach as you looked down. “How far along am I?”

“About 16 weeks.” Nat grabbed a tablet off of the counter and pulled up the results. “It’s too early to tell the gender but we were able to take some pictures on ultrasound. Here.” She handed you the tablet and you looked at the first picture. 

There in front of you was your baby, a small shadowy figure but still unmistakable. Your hands shook slightly as you scrolled. “Is it…” you started but your voice trailed off.

“Yeah, it’s his.” Natasha confirmed. “We took a sample from you and your baby and cross-tested it with a sample from Bucky that we had on file. We even found traces of the same supersoldier serum Bucky has, so the baby is definitely his.” She twirled her thumbs together. “How are you feeling about all this? I know it’s a lot to take in, especially in his absence. But I’m here for whatever you need, whatever you decide.”

You set the tablet down and ran your hands through your hair. The reassurance that this was in fact yours and Bucky’s baby was comforting, but the possibility of raising his child by yourself was…daunting, to say the least. “I don’t want to raise our child alone Nat, especially if they end up having his abilities. But, I can’t deny that there’s still a part of me that’s a little excited.”

“You won’t be alone Y/n, you never have been. We’re all here for you, not just me. And when Bucky gets home, I’m sure he’s gonna be excited too.” She took your hands in her own as you looked up at each other. “Not if, when.”

“When,” you repeated. “When he gets home.”

To your dismay, Natasha convinced you to spend the night for observation. Even though you knew it was probably the best idea, you still hesitated.

“Y/n, you’re gonna be a mother soon. If Bucky ever found out that I let you walk out of here after being in an accident while pregnant he’d never let me hear the end of it. You’re staying. End of discussion.” 

You did your best to try and get some sleep, but your mind was still racing. Not only were you possibly bringing home a new pet, but you were going to be a mother in a little less than 6 months. There was so much to do with so little time.

‘You don’t have to do this alone,’ you thought as your body began to relax. ‘You can rely on your friends.’

You drifted off to sleep shortly after, a small smile on your face as you cradled your belly. 

When you woke the next morning, Sam brought a tray of breakfast for you. He strolled in with a plate of pancakes, scrambled eggs, apples, hash browns, and a tall glass of orange juice. “Hey troublemaker, thought you could use a meal.” He handed you the tray of food and sat next to you.

“Jeez, this is a lot,” you said looking down at everything. “I don’t think I can finish this all.”

“You don’t gotta, but you are eating for two now so you’re gonna need all the energy you can get.”

You blushed and poked at the eggs with your fork. “You know too?”

“Of course I do, I was there when Nat pulled you out of your car. I was also there when Dr. Cho made the discovery. But don’t worry, it’s just her, Nat, and I that know. We figured you should be the one to tell everyone else when you’re ready.” Sam put his hand on your shoulder. “How are you holding up?”

You took a mouth-full of eggs and moaned. You hadn’t realized how hungry you were, probably because all you’d had in the last 24 hours was a single granola bar. “Hungry?” Sam teased as you narrowed your eyes at him.

“Shut up, I didn’t eat much yesterday and this is really good.” You mumbled, your mouth still slightly full. You took a sip of your orange juice. “I’m okay, or at least as okay as I can be. I won’t deny I miss Buck every day and I’ve been worried if he’s ever coming home, but Nat said I have to stay positive and trust that he’ll be back.”

Sam nodded, his expression softening. “I get that, I miss him and the rest of the team too. It’s hard not knowing how it’s going but it’s for the best. HYDRA will take any advantage they can get.”

“I know, I’d never want to jeopardize a mission, especially one like this. But it’s definitely gonna be a lot for him to take in when he gets back. I put in an adoption request for a stray cat yesterday and now I find out I’m pregnant with his child too.” You admitted as you took a bite of the hash browns. 

Sam gave a small laugh and sat back. “He’s gonna have his hands full when he gets back, that’s for sure. Promise you’ll let me know if there’s anything I can do for you okay? I’m here for you both.”

Your heart swelled as you felt tears prick the corners of your eyes. “Thanks Sam, I really appreciate it.”

After you finished your meal with Sam by your side, Natasha came into your room to check on you. Your plate was completely empty and your stomach had never been happier. It had been a while since you’d had anything else besides cereal for breakfast. 

“How are you feeling today?” She asked as she quickly checked your vitals. They all read normal, including your baby's heartbeat. 

“A hell of a lot better now that I’ve eaten. My head still hurts though.” You set the tray aside and stretched. Your body was definitely more sore today but it was to be expected considering how hard you’d hit that light post. 

“Well Dr. Cho says no driving until she clears you. It’s not safe to be behind the wheel with a concussion.”

You groaned. “What am I supposed to do about groceries and stuff?”

“Scott made a trip to the grocery store for you. Your fridge and pantry are completely stocked.” Natasha reassured you.

“And my car?”

“Already in the shop being worked on. I’ll pick it up in a few days and drop it back off when it’s ready.” Sam said with a nod. 

You sighed, some of the stress gone. “You guys are really the best.” 

“I meant it when I said you’re not alone Y/n, we’re all here to help.” Nat pulled you into a hug and handed you your clothes that you’d worn when you were admitted. “These are clean for you. Go ahead and get changed and then we’ll drive you home.” 

Nat and Sam left to give you some privacy as you got out of bed and dressed in your regular clothing. Before you put your shirt on, you walked over to the full length mirror and looked at your side profile. You hadn’t noticed it before but now you could clearly see a small bump beginning to form. You’d been so caught up in your grief that you hadn’t noticed any of the changes to your body.

‘Don’t worry kiddo,’ you thought as your hand came up to rest on your stomach. ‘I know you’re in there now and I promise I’m gonna take good care of you. Your Daddy too when he gets back.’

A small tear fell and you wiped it away. Even through all the uncertainty, you were determined to stay strong. And knowing that your friends had your back made it much easier. You pulled your shirt over your head and shrugged your jacket on. Nat and Sam were waiting for you just down the hallway, and the three of you walked out to the parking lot to Sam’s car. The compound was only about 15 minutes away and you talked most of the way there, getting in on all the latest Avengers gossip.

“So, Wanda and Vision huh?” You said with a grin. “I had a feeling, it’s hard to ignore the way he looks at her.” 

“It’s even harder to ignore how Bucky looks at you.” Sam chuckled. “Always following you whenever you’re around like a puppy, he can barely keep his eyes off you.”

“He does not!” You playfully argued. You knew it was the truth though, Bucky could never keep himself away from you for too long. As he grew more comfortable around you he became more physically affectionate and always liked to have some part of him touching you. It grounded him.

“Oh come on,” Nat snickered. “You know exactly what he’s talking about. Barnes practically eye-fucks you every time you’re around him.”

You blushed and covered the smile on your face. “I can’t argue with you there. God, is it that obvious?”

“Yes!” Natasha and Sam said in union and the three of you broke out into laughter again.

It felt so good to finally be smiling and laughing again. You were almost saddened when you finally got home, but you were also eager to be back. When you walked in, you saw that the cat’s stuff had been set up in the living room, the food and water bowls next to the fully assembled cat tree. 

“Aww, you guys!” You exclaimed. “You didn’t have to set this all up.”

“Of course we did, it was the least we could do.” Natasha said as she pulled you in for one final hug. “Call us if you need anything, I mean that.”

“Take care of yourself.” Sam embraced you too before heading out, leaving you alone once more.

But this time, you didn’t feel as lonely. You had a super baby growing inside you to keep you company. You’d read somewhere that talking to them in the womb helps with development, so you did just that. You talked through every little thing you did, hoping that your little one would grow to recognize your voice. You also started looking into nursery decor, wanting to get some ideas for how to decorate. Since you weren’t sure of the gender, and didn’t know if you and Bucky would want to reveal it, you decided to find themes that could fit for either a boy or a girl. 

Now that you knew you were pregnant, you suddenly felt more aware of your hunger. You found yourself opening up the fridge more often to raid it for snacks. At some point during the day, you mixed a cup of tapioca pudding with peanut butter and devoured it. You were slightly off put by the combination at first, but after the first bite you quickly changed your mind and gobbled down the rest. You also noticed your emotions becoming more heightened. Your annoyance with one of your neighbors above you nearly hit a breaking point when they wouldn’t stop walking around with such heavy footsteps. You were about to poke the ceiling with your broom and shout at them to stop when it finally stopped. You sighed and got down from your couch, still annoyed that you had to get up there in the first place. You decided to run yourself a nice bubble bath to calm your nerves. You strolled into the bathroom and began prepping the tub. You added a generous amount of your favorite scented foaming bath soap as well as some Epsom salt to soothe your aching muscles. Once it was ready, you dimmed the lights and lit a few candles to add to the ambience. As you sank into the warm water, you felt your entire body relax and you let out a sigh. This felt so wonderful, you could only imagine how much nicer it would feel to lean against Bucky’s big chest as the two of you relaxed together. You imagined his hands rubbing your belly as he kissed your neck. The thought was bittersweet, one part of you eager to experience your pregnancy alongside him, the other part terrified that you’d never get the chance. Suddenly, a sob escaped your mouth as you sat up, tears falling down your cheeks. Fear and anxiety gripped you and you pulled yourself into a hug in an attempt to calm your emotions. 

“Breathe,” you whispered to yourself and inhaled through your tears. You worked hard to focus on taking a deep breath in through your nose and slowly exhaling through your mouth. You did that 5 times before you felt okay again and lowered yourself back into the bath water up to your neck. 

‘Bucky, please. Wherever you are…come back home to me’ you pleaded silently. 

Another week went by with no news about Bucky, and while it saddened you, you didn’t feel as alone anymore. The cat you’d rescued was never claimed, and just a few days after you had dropped her off, you were on your way back to pick her up. Sam drove you to the shelter since you were still recovering from your concussion. You’d been narrowing down name options and finally settled on Alpine since her fur was white like snow. She sat in your lap on the way back to your apartment, purring as you pet her.

“She really likes you.” Sam said with a smile.

Your own smile spread across your face as you admired her. “I think she saved me as much as I saved her.”

When you arrived home, Alpine seemed to settle in very well, immediately leaping onto her cat tree and perching herself up at the top. You chuckled as you set your purse down. “Guess she’s already making herself at home.”

Sam set down the cat carrier as he looked over. “No kidding. Little miss diva over here.”

You smirked at him as you put out a bowl of food. Alpine hopped down and immediately started eating. “Takes one to know one.” You teased.

“Hey, if anyone is a diva it’s Steve. Have you seen how much time he spends on his hair?”

“You’re just jealous cuz he has more than you.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Yeah yeah, whatever. I gotta head out Y/n but let me know if you need anything.”

You nodded as you met him at the door for a hug goodbye. Alpine came over to rub against your leg affectionately after you’d closed the door. You scooped her up into your arms and kissed her on the top of the head. “C’mon cutie, let’s go watch something.”

Alpine proved to be an amazing companion. She was the perfect balance of affectionate and independent. When your morning sickness would hit, she would be by your side in the bathroom until you felt better. When you sat on the couch or at your desk, she was never too far. She would sometimes curl up on your bed with you at night and always woke you up with sandpaper kisses. You thanked your lucky stars that she’d come into your life, it was like the fates knew you needed another friend and Alpine needed a new family.

After your visit to the compound hospital, Nat promised to keep in touch more and she kept her word. She checked in almost daily with a text or call if you needed someone to talk to. She even brought over dinner one night when you had mentioned you were craving pizza. You put a movie on in the background while you talked and the two of you ended up staying awake until 3:00am. Bucky’s absence was still weighing heavily on your mind, but Natasha provided you comfort and a logical viewpoint to help ease the intensity of the emotions you were experiencing. The pregnancy hormones sure didn’t do you any favors, but Nat only teased you a little about it. Deep down she knew that regardless of whether or not you were more hormonal, you loved Bucky with your whole heart and the only thing you wanted was to see him home safe again. Which is why when she got a call from Tony that the team was coming back that day, you were the first person she called.

“Y/n, wake up!” Natasha’s voice came through the speaker of your phone loudly.

“Mmmm,” you groaned, still groggy. “What’s up?” Her call had woken you, but not all the way. 

“The team is coming home today.”

You sat up, fully alert now. “A-and Bucky?” You asked, your voice wavering.

“He’s coming home too. Alive. All of them are.” She said, the smile in her voice evident.

A sob escaped your mouth, relief washing over you. “Oh Nat,”

“I’m already on my way. Be ready in 10 minutes and I’ll come drive you over.”

You nodded and hung up, sprinting into action. You were grateful that your morning sickness was not an issue right now. Alpine meowed with curiosity as she trailed after you to the bathroom. You looked down at her with misty eyes. “Your new papa is coming home today. I can’t wait for him to meet you.” One of your hands came up to rest on your stomach. “You too little one. You’re finally gonna get to hear your daddy’s voice. He’s gonna love you both.” You quickly brushed your teeth, put on deodorant, brushed your hair, and put your clothes on. Just as you came out of the bedroom you heard a knock on your door. You grabbed your purse and keys and opened the door to reveal Natasha standing there, her eyes a bit red. You weren’t sure if it was from lack of sleep or crying but you didn’t ask. You just embraced her tightly before parting.

“Let’s go reunite with everyone.” She said with a smile.

Despite the relatively short distance from your apartment to the Avengers compound, Nat sped most of the way there. Not that you minded, you were eager to see Bucky again. Both of you were anxious to be there in time for the plane to land, and the closer you got the more your hands began to tremble. This was the moment of truth. Not only was Bucky going to find out that you’d adopted a cat, but you’d also gotten into a car accident, got a concussion, and were pregnant with his child. You knew it would be a lot to take in especially after such a long and dangerous mission, but you were still hopeful that he would respond in a somewhat civil manner. Bucky had never ever given you a reason to fear him, you were more so worried that all this new information would be overwhelming. Natasha must’ve sensed your nervousness because she gently reached out to touch your shoulder. 

“You don’t have to tell him everything at once. Just focus on the two of you and talk later when you’re back home.”

You nodded and looked at the road ahead, the compound coming into view. There was a group of Avengers on the runway, no doubt waiting for the rest of the team to land. Nat pulled her car into her parking spot and the two of you joined the group outside. Tony, Wanda, Vision, Rhodey, and Peter were standing off to the side of the runway talking. Peter waved as he saw you and Natasha approach. You smiled and waved back. 

“What’s their ETA?” Nat asked as you joined them. 

“Less than five.” Tony said. “Good to see you Y/n, glad you’re here.” he gave you a nod. 

You nodded back. “Wouldn’t miss it.”

Sam joined everyone only moments after you had and gave you a quick hug. 

“How are you feeling?” He asked as he scanned your face. 

You took a deep breath. “Nervous but happy. I spent so long wondering if he was ever coming home and now it’s like time can’t go any slower. There’s so much to say and I’m not sure how to say it.”

“Bucky’s priority is knowing that you’re safe and sound, the rest will fall into place. I promise.” Sam reassured you.

“Thanks, I couldn’t have gotten through it all without you guys.”

Suddenly the sound of an aircraft approaching got everyone’s attention as a large plane made its descent onto the runway. Nat slipped her hand into yours and gave it a big squeeze as you all watched the plane land. As the engines died down, the hatch opened to rest on the ground. Steve stepped out first, followed by Bruce, Thor, Clint, and finally Bucky. His eyes looked tired but the moment they met with yours they opened wide. His pace quickened as he walked past everyone else and headed towards you.

“Go,” Natasha whispered to you as she squeezed your hand again and let go. 

Your legs began moving on their own accord as you ran to him, tears now streaming down your face. “Buck!” You cried out, reaching your arms towards him. 

He dropped his bag as you approached and once you were close enough he swept you into his arms, spinning you around. “Y/n, God it’s so good to be home. Missed you so much baby, thought about you every fuckin day.” He said quietly in your ear.

“Me too,” you sniffed and wiped your eyes. “I was so worried you weren’t-”

Bucky stopped you with a kiss that stole your breath away. You could feel the passion and desperation on his lips as you kissed. “I told you I’d do everything in my power to come home to you, and I did. M’ not going anywhere anytime soon doll, I’m right here.” He said as he broke the kiss to look down at you.

“There’s so much that I need to tell you I-” “Hang on,” Bucky said, frowning as he took a closer look at you. His eyes were focused on the stitches above your eyebrow and the light bruising around it. “What happened, Peaches? Did someone do this to you?” Bucky pointed to your injury.

You shook your head. “I uhhh, got into a little accident.” You admitted sheepishly.

Bucky’s eyes widened as he cupped your face. “What happened? Are you okay?”

Your heart swelled. Bucky had always been the caring type to those he held close, and you were no exception. He doted on you and fretted over every injury. You were sometimes mildly annoyed by his overprotectiveness, but in this moment you didn’t care. You missed him so much, you’d let him fuss over anything if it meant his hands and attention were on you. “I hit a light pole while I was distracted. Nat and Sam found me and brought me to see Dr. Cho. I have a concussion and these stitches need to come out next week.”

Bucky leaned forward to place a gentle kiss over your injury. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there baby, are you doing okay now? What made you so distracted?” You sighed and looked away, your face still in his hands. “I just…I missed you so much Buck.” Your voice broke as the tears started again. “I adopted a cat because I was lonely and then I got worried about what you’d say if you ever made it home and I accidentally drifted off the road and hit the pole head on. I’m pretty sure I passed out because I don’t remember getting to the hospital.”

His gaze softened again and you noticed how glassy his eyes were. “Oh Y/n, I’m so sorry I caused you so much grief and stress. I can’t imagine how hard this has been on you. But I’m here now and I’m not going anywhere.”

“But what about the cat I adopted? And the damage I did to the car? You’re not mad?” You asked, still crying. 

“Never baby, I could never be mad at you. You’re my perfect peach. The car can be fixed, as long as you’re okay I don’t care about anything else. Plus I’ve always wanted to own a pet someday, just never got the chance. What kind of cat is it?” He kissed your forehead.

“She’s a stray. I found her at the park and no one came forward to claim her. I named her Alpine. You’re gonna love her.” You said with a smile, the tears finally starting to subside.

“I’m sure I will. I already like the name.” Bucky kissed you again before grabbing his bag and wrapping his metal arm around your waist. “Let’s go home so I can meet her.”

You and Bucky said some quick hellos and goodbyes to the team before heading to his motorcycle and driving home. Nat gave you a thumbs up and Sam nodded as you made your exit. You pressed your cheek against his back as he drove, cherishing the feeling you thought you’d never experience again. Your arms were tight around his waist, never wanting to let go. Bucky’s heart felt like it was going to burst at any moment. For days on end he wondered when he would get to see you again, what you’d been up to without him. Without HYDRA looming over everyone, he could finally focus all of his attention on you-and he planned on showing you just how much he missed you when you got home. When you and Bucky entered the apartment, Alpine hopped off her tree and pranced over to you. 

“Bucky, this is Alpine. Alpine, this is your new dad!” You said kneeling down to pet her.

Bucky smiled and held his hand out for her to sniff. It didn’t take her long to rub her face into his hand, asking for pets as well. “Hi sweetie, you’re so cute. Your mama did a wonderful job picking you out.”

Alpine meowed in response before leaving to go lounge somewhere, prancing slightly as she walked. 

You turned to Bucky to ask him something but were stopped by his lips crashing against yours. You felt that same neediness in his touch that you’d felt back at the compound, but this time there was no one watching. Bucky growled into the kiss as his hands cupped your ass, squeezing it before hoisting you up into his arms. You made a sound of surprise as he pressed you against the wall, your tongues circling each other. Your thighs wrapped themselves around his wait and your arms found themselves around his neck. You hadn’t felt this good in a while, the pleasure was intoxicating. Despite your body’s response to his touch, you knew you needed to tell him the last thing that was on your mind. 

“Bucky,” you said breathlessly. “Wait, I need to tell you something.” You pulled back slightly, your gaze meeting his.

“You okay doll?” He asked, gently letting you down again but still keeping you in his embrace. “I didn’t hurt you or anything did I?” You shook your head. “No Buck, it’s not that. I…” You took a deep breath, your heart beating wildly. “Y/n, your heart’s racing. What’s going on?” Bucky’s heightened senses picked up on your quickened breathing as well as your increased heart rate.

“When I was at the hospital with Natasha and Sam, they ran a bunch of tests to see what was wrong. They didn’t know if I’d passed out behind the wheel or something so they did some extra diagnostics and…” you swallowed hard. 

“It’s okay Peaches, you can tell me.” Bucky reassured you. 

“...I’m pregnant, Buck. I’m pregnant with your baby.” You finally whispered, your eyes watery again.

Bucky’s grip on you tightened ever so slightly as he looked down to your stomach. At that moment, it started to click. Your tummy did look slightly bigger than he remembered and his enhanced hearing finally honed in on the faint but rapid extra heartbeat that he hadn’t locked onto until that very moment. He looked back up at you, both of you searching each other’s faces for a reaction. “I thought,” Bucky cleared his throat. “I thought I couldn’t get you pregnant. That’s what the doctor said.”

You shook your head. “They said it was a very low likelihood, but not impossible. And I guess now it’s possible.”

Bucky took a moment to process what you’d said before he sunk down to his knees so he was eye level with your stomach. “Can I?” He asked as he looked up at you. 

You nodded, unsure of what he was doing but curious to see what his next move would be.

Bucky carefully lifted your shirt to further reveal your baby bump. His flesh hand gently grazed across your skin while his metal one held onto your waist. His eyes wandered over the curve before he placed a kiss on it, sending goosebumps over your skin. “Hey in there, it’s your Dad.” He said in a low, soft tone. “I’m sorry I’ve been gone for a while but I’m home now and I’m here to take care of you and your Mom.”

“Bucky,” you whispered, tears falling. The scene before you was so heartwarming, you had been so anxious about his reaction that you’d forgotten about the best case scenario where Bucky was happy about this news. “I didn’t know what you’d think or what you’d say but, I think I want to keep it. I want to raise this baby with you, if you want to.”

Bucky kissed your stomach again before lowering your shirt and standing. He kissed your lips, this time much softer and slower. “I do too doll. I just worry, do you think I’ll be a good dad? You know my past, I’ve done so many horrible things-”

“And you’re working to make amends. Besides, that wasn’t you, your mind wasn’t your own. I have never and will never hold those things over you. That was the Winter Soldier, not you. And you’re not him anymore. You’re James Bucky Barnes and I love you more than anything in this world.” You got up on your tiptoes and kissed him, curling your fingers into his soft brown hair.

Bucky immediately reciprocated, bringing you closer to him and kissing you with every ounce of affection he had in his body.

“You’re going to be an amazing dad, I know it.” You whispered as you broke the kiss to make eye contact. 

“Then I guess we’re having a baby.” Bucky smiled, his nerves easing. “Do you know how far along you are, doll?”

“17 weeks now. When I go back to see Dr. Cho to get these out she’s gonna do another ultrasound and tell us the gender.”

“I’ll come with you. Doesn’t matter what’s going on, the only thing that matters is my you and our little Plum.” Bucky cupped your cheek. “And I don’t care what gender it is, I’ll love 'em just the same.”

You smiled as your heart fluttered. “I love you so much Bucky. I’m so glad you’re home again.”

“Me too Peaches, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. You’re my home now.”

Suddenly you doubled over in pain, clutching your stomach. “Fuck me,” you groaned. “I went all morning without any cramping and now I have to deal with this?”

Bucky’s hold on you tightened, supporting you with ease. He gently rubbed your back as you winced in pain. “Is this uhh, normal? Should I be worried?” He frowned, slightly worried.

“Yeah, cramping is normal. It’s been happening more and more recently and the only thing that helps besides Tylenol is hot water.”

“Lemme run you a bath then doll, I’ll fill it with your favorite soap and light some candles for you. Go get undressed and meet me in the bathroom when you’re ready.” Bucky kissed your forehead and guided you to your bedroom. 

Once you were sitting on the bed, he went into the bathroom and started running the water. You laid down and sighed. You missed this kind of pampering from him. Whenever you were sick or injured, Bucky would do anything to help you feel better. You knew that this pregnancy would be no exception since he was already back to his fussing and fretting. You sat up and slowly took off your clothes, laying them down next to your night stand. You’d only worn them for a few hours so they could be worn again later. As you finished getting undressed, Bucky came back into the bedroom to escort you into your bath. You took note of the way his gaze swept up and down your body, pausing on your breasts and belly. Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“You’re staring.” You muttered shyly, looking away.

Bucky grinned mischievously as he closed the distance between you two, his hands wrapped around you. “Sorry Peaches, can’t help it. You look gorgeous as always but pregnancy looks even better on you.” Bucky kissed a trail from behind your ear down your neck and to your boobs, making you sigh with pleasure. His lips grazed over your left nipple and he began suckling it. The heightened sensitivity made you cry out, your core now wet. “That feel good, doll?”

“Sensitive,” you whined out as Bucky continued his biting and sucking.

“Ohh, I see. Are your tits extra sensitive now?” Bucky asked in a teasing tone of voice.

You nodded, unable to form full sentences. Your head was dizzy with pleasure, your body practically igniting under Bucky’s touch.

“Your bath’s ready baby girl,” Bucky said as he stopped his teasing and you groaned. “C’mon, let’s get you in there. I’ll wash you off, give you a nice long massage,” he suddenly leaned in so close his lips brushed against your ear with every word you spoke. “And then I’ll show you just how much I missed you.” 

You shivered, your body responding immediately to his words. You were just as wrapped around his finger as he was yours, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

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Blossoms Of Love (Elliott x Reader)❤️🔞

| Stardew Valley Elliott x fem!reader | Warnings: smut- oral giving and receiving m/f, unprotected p in v, mentions of pregnancy/baby making, lots of fluff. It's your wedding day with none other that Pelican Town's finest flower, Elliott. After the ceremony and reception, you and your newlywed husband decide to really celebrate your marriage, both of you barely able to keep your hands to yourselves. |

“Elliott, we’ve known each other for some time now and I just wanted to say how much I look forward to seeing you each day. You always know how to put a smile on my face and I know I'm the luckiest girl in the world because I get to call you mine. It's not every day that someone this special walks into your life, and I want to spend the rest of mine by your side. So, will you do me the honor of marrying me? You asked, your heart full of love as you pulled out the mermaid pendant you’d bought from the old mariner. You held it up to him with a huge smile on your face.

Elliott’s eyes opened wide and his face became red. “I…I accept!” He grabbed your hands and grinned. “I’ll set everything up. We'll have the ceremony in 3 days, okay?” he cupped your cheek as he placed a kiss on your forehead. “We’re going to make a great pair.” he whispered softly. 

The wedding ceremony was perfect. Instead of having it in town, you and Elliott opted for a more scenic beach wedding. There were several rows of folding chairs set up on the beach and the aisle was decorated with rose petals. The altar was a simple white arch decorated with pearls and seashells that Elliott had collected himself and sat on a small wooden platform. You wore a beautiful white mermaid wedding gown with a handsewn veil made by Emily that also had a few pearls and shells adorning it. Heels were out of the question for the ceremony since you were on the beach, but the sand felt wonderful on your bare feet. Your stomach was full of butterflies but despite your nerves, you kept your cool as you walked slowly down the aisle. You met Elliott’s gaze and you saw his breath get taken away at the sight of you. His eyes widened as he watched you move gracefully towards him, his eyes becoming slightly misty. Despite everyone watching you, your attention was solely on each other. Once you were within arm’s reach, Elliott bowed and extended his hand towards you. 

Ever the gentleman, you thought to yourself. 

Your smile grew wider as you placed your hand in his and let him lead you to stand across from him. You joined hands and looked at Mayor Lewis.

“When Y/n first arrived in Pelican Town, no one knew if they’d fit in with our community.” he began. “But from this day forward, Y/n is going to be as much a part of this town as any of us!”

Elliott gave your hands a small squeeze and you blushed. 

“It is my great honor on this day 8 of Fall, to unite Y/n and Elliott in the bonds of marriage.” Lewis continued. “Well let’s get right to it!” he stepped back. “Y/n, Elliott. As the mayor of Pelican Town and regional bearer of the matrimonial seal, I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may kiss.”

Before you could react, Elliott’s hands wrapped themselves around your waist and pulled you closer. Your heart raced in your chest as he effortlessly dipped your body down and captured your lips in a passionate kiss. A few camera flashes went off as your friends and neighbors cheered for you and your new husband. Your lips moved in sync and the hand that was wrapped around your waist gave your form a small squeeze before he lifted you up again. Both your faces were a deep red from the rush and intimacy of the kiss you had shared, your first as newlyweds. Elliott laced his fingers with yours as you walked back down the aisle towards the beach. The cheering and music faded as the two of you strolled down to the docks to have a moment alone, the crisp autumn air gently flowing through his dirty brown locks. A few leaves flowed past you in the breeze, carried off into the sea.

“I can hardly believe it, we’re married now.” you whispered as you looked down at your intertwined hands. Your other hand gently caressed the mermaid pendant around your neck. A sign of Elliott’s never-ending devotion to you.

“You've plucked Pelican Town's finest flower...Now, you must care for it with all your heart.” Elliott tucked a strand of hair behind your ear as he smiled at you. “But I promise to return the love you give me tenfold. You are my inspiration Y/n, my muse, my Calliope. I vow to treasure you for the rest of our days.” 

You pulled him in for a hug as the two of you watched the ocean waves gently hit the sand and the docks beneath you. Life was going to be different from now on, but you had very high hopes for the future. 

The wedding reception was held at Gus’ saloon an hour later, and everyone from town gathered to celebrate. Your favorite dish along with Elliott’s favorites, lobster and crab cakes, were on the menu, as well as several flavors of beer, mead and wine that you’d been saving in preparation for your big day. Many of the ingredients used to cook and brew for the feast had come from your farm, and Elliott could not have been more proud of all the hard work you’d put into the reception. You and Elliott shared your first dance together, your eyes never leaving one anothers. Elliott was a very good dancer and it showed as he expertly twirled you around to the rhythm of the song. Your husband’s gaze never left you as the two of you danced, and occasionally he would pull you in closer to whisper sweet poetry in your ear. After the dance, you went to mingle with your friends, showing off the gorgeous pendant around your neck as well as your beautifully tailored dress that hugged every one of your curves.

“Elliott is so lucky to call you his wife.” Leah smiled as she gave you a small hug. “You two look so happy together!”

“I’ve never met anyone who makes me feel the way he does,” you admitted, your cheeks turning pink. “I really love him.” 

“He wouldn’t shut up about you when you first met, you were all he would talk about sometimes, especially after you guys made it official. I know he feels the same because he can barely keep his eyes off you even right now.” she whispered with a giggle.

Sure enough, your gaze wandered around the room until they landed on your husband who was already admiring you from afar. He was sitting at the bar counter with a glass of mead in hand and a rather seductive look on his face. When your eyes met, he gave you a small wink that sent a wave of heat straight to your core. As much as you enjoyed celebrating with everyone, you were secretly desperate to get back to the farmhouse and feel his lips all over your body. You knew he was thinking about it too. Even though he made no facial expressions, the look in his eye was telling you that he couldn’t wait to have his way with you. Your arousal combined with the alcohol you’d consumed was making your head swim. Being the center of attention meant you couldn’t sneak away so you’d have to endure until the party was over. Maybe stuffing your face with all the delicious food would distract you?

“Leah!” Elliott’s voice rang out as he made his way over to you both. “Thank you for being here on our special day, it means the world.” Elliott’s arm made its way around your waist and your knees nearly buckled. The feeling of his body next to yours mixed with his aroma of sea salt, leather, and cologne was enough to drive you mad. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks and your heart began beating faster with just his touch. God, this man would be the death of you. 

“Of course, you guys make such a beautiful couple! And I bet you’ll make even cuter babies in the future.” she winked and Elliott laughed, his grip slightly tightening on you.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck, you thought as your desperation grew. You knew just a few moments away from everyone wouldn’t be sufficient enough to quell your thirst for Elliott, but maybe it could provide some temporary relief. 

“Indeed, now if you’ll excuse us I’d like to have a private word with Y/n.”

Leah nodded and waved as she left to go get some food. Elliott held out his arm for you to grab onto as he led you over to the corner of the room, slightly away from the crowd. Once you were far enough away, he unhooked his arm from yours and moved to stand behind you, both of you facing towards your friends and family.

“My dear, you look positively radiant in this. But I can’t help but wonder what you look like underneath it all?” he murmured seductively. Your back was flush against his chest as he leaned over to whisper in your ear, his soft hair falling over his shoulders, tickling your neck. “I’ve been watching you from across the room, and I can’t hardly contain myself.” he growled and you felt him press his hips against you, his erection very noticeable. He placed his hand on your hip and gently pressed your butt against the bulge in his pants. “Can you feel what you do to me Y/N? How my body calls to yours, desperate to be one with you?” he whispered as he discreetly grinded himself against your curves. 

You sighed with pleasure, your own arousal now impossible to ignore. “Elliott…” you quietly moaned, your voice breathy and barely audible. You felt your body leaning into his, feeling his erection grow harder by the minute. “I wish we could sneak away from all this to have a private moment together, I’m craving your touch.” 

“I know my love.” Elliott pressed a kiss into your temple and sighed, taking in the scent of your hair and perfume. “Just a little longer and then we can take our leave and really start celebrating our marriage. When you’re ready, come join me back on the dance floor. I’ll be waiting patiently.” he kissed the nape of your neck and you shivered. Elliot went back towards the party, mingling with everyone with ease as if he hadn’t just turned your legs to jelly with his words. 

You felt cold and hollow without his touch. You took a few deep breaths to gather your composure before returning to your friends. As you approached, Gus flagged you down.

“Hey Y/n, congrats again! Can I get the bride something to drink?”

You looked at the bottles of wine behind Gus, scanning each one briefly. Perhaps the alcohol would provide a distraction until you could finally be alone with Elliott. You pointed to one of the bottles and smiled. “May I have a glass of (favorite fruit) wine please?”

“Coming right up!” Gus smiled and went to pour you a rather full glass, which you were very thankful for. Once Gus came back with your drink, you chugged it all, much to his surprise. You finished quickly and set the glass down on the bar counter. “I think it’s time for another dance or two.” you said with a smile, your face glowing from the alcohol coursing through your system. 

You found Elliott again on the dance floor and he immediately took you in his arms and began swaying with you back and forth. 

“I wasn’t expecting you to join me so soon my dear, not that I’m complaining.” he kissed your hand and laced his fingers with yours.

“Well, a heaping glass of wine gave me some extra courage, so I’m ready to keep celebrating with my lovely husband.” you said as you swayed with Elliott.

“Oh my dear,” he said with a sly smile. “The celebration hasn’t truly begun yet.” 

You and Elliott continued to dance, drink, and laugh with your friends as the party continued. When it came time to cut the cake, you and Elliott agreed not to smear each other’s faces with the frosting. He had put a lot of time and effort into his hair and you didn’t want your makeup or dress to get ruined. Instead, you fed each other the first bite of cake. A small but intimate gesture.

“Y/n dear, you have some frosting leftover on you. May I?” Elliott asked and you nodded. He gently swept his thumb across your bottom lip to wipe away the frosting, but just as he was about to pull his finger back you captured it in your lips and sucked the sweet icing clean. You made eye contact with him as you finished cleaning off his thumb, and you heard him curse under his breath. 

“Mmmm, it’s delicious.” you practically moaned and you noticed Elliott tug at the belt of his pants to adjust them discreetly.

He gave you a knowing smile as he kissed your cheek. “Such a tease you are, I’ll remember that for later.” he whispered as he pulled back. 

Another shiver ran down your spine at his sensual words. You feared you would die from anticipation alone before the night was over. You and Elliott handed out pieces of cake until everyone had a slice and you could sit down at your table again. The cake was delicious. Elliott had made sure to get your favorite flavor, another small gesture of his love for you. As you finished your slice, Elliott placed his hand on the small of your back. 

“I'll let everyone know that we’re retiring to our house for the evening soon. Come say your goodbyes when you’ve finished your slice.” he said before standing up to thank everyone for coming. 

After you both had made your rounds, you left hand in hand towards the farm. The sun had set and the sky was filled with stars on your walk home. Since there wasn’t too much light pollution it was easier to see all of the stars, and occasionally some planets, lighting up the night. The peaceful chirps of the birds combined with the gentle breeze was soothing, and you counted your lucky stars that you’d taken the leap of faith to move here and start over. It had only been a few years since you’d come to Pelican Town, but it was starting to really feel like home.

Home. 

Your old farmhouse wouldn’t be so lonely now. You could fall asleep and wake up next to your best friend and lover every day. The farm chores wouldn’t be so daunting anymore since Elliott had offered to help when he could, and you felt as though you could take on the world as long as you had each other. As you walked up the front steps of the house, Elliott held up his hand to stop you. He opened the door and turned to face you. “Allow me, my dear.” he scooped you up off your feet and carried you through the threshold of the door, his lips finding yours again. Once he broke off the kiss, he set you down and closed the door behind you. 

“Home sweet home.” you said as you flicked on a few of the lights and kicked off your heels. 

“Indeed. Let me get a fire started for us, my love.” Elliott kissed your cheek and went over to the fireplace to add some wood. 

You walked into your bedroom and turned on the lights. You took off your veil and placed it on your vanity while your earrings and other jewelry went into a small heart shaped box that Elliott had gotten you for your birthday. Your hands went up to the mermaid pendant around your neck again and your fingers brushed across the surface. You’d never take this off, it was a symbol of your marriage to Elliott and it meant the world to you. Even after several hours of partying, you looked like a dream. Your hair had been styled perfectly by Abigail and your makeup looked professionally done, thanks to Haley. 

“From the brightest winter star, to a fragrant fairy rose...Nothing can compare with your captivating beauty.” Elliot purred as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You hadn’t noticed him enter the room, you were so lost in your thoughts.

You turned around and pulled him in for a slow, passionate kiss. Your hands found their way into his hair as you pulled him in closer. God, you needed him so badly. Your mind was hazy and the only thing on it was your lover’s body.

“Your kisses are hungry and desperate my dear,” he whispered as he pulled back slightly. “Could it be that you’re feeling the heat of our passion too?” 

“Your touch sends sparks across my skin,” you confessed, your voice a breathy moan. “It was torture watching you eye-fuck me from across the room. I could barely keep my composure.” 

“And you nearly had me on my knees when you cleaned the frosting off my finger. Don’t think I forgot about that little escapade of yours.” Elliot’s hands found the zipper of your dress and slowly unzipped it, letting the garment fall to the floor and pool around your ankles. You got goosebumps from the slight chill in the air, and from the look on Elliott’s face as he drank in your nearly naked form. Your nipples were hard from your arousal as well as the cool autumn weather. Elliott’s hands gently cupped your breasts, his fingers toying with your sensitive buds as you let out a sigh. He placed a few kisses in between them and then slowly ran his tongue over your left nipple, which caused you to whimper. 

 “Now that we’re alone,” Elliott stood back up to meet your gaze. “I plan on showing you all the things I was imagining doing to you.” he took your hand and led you to the edge of your bed, gesturing for you to sit down. You looked down at him with a lustful gaze as he kneeled down and began leaving kisses from your ankle up to your calf, past your knee, up your thigh until he reached the garter and pulled it off with his teeth. Shivers cascaded down your spine as he took it off, never breaking eye contact as he did. Once it was off, he returned to kissing his way up your legs, giving both equal attention as he made his way closer and closer to your cunt. “Elliott,” you moaned out when his mouth brushed against your clothed core. 

He chuckled deeply as he pulled away. “My dear, you’re positively soaked. Did I do this to you?”

“Yes, you turn me on immensely.” you admitted. He’d always had such a way with words, it felt like you were in his romance book sometimes. You wondered if he knew the effect he had on you, but from how wet and desperate you were, you were sure he was already aware. 

His gentle fingers grasped the waist of your underwear and with one swift motion, he tore them off you, discarding them somewhere across the room. Now that you were completely exposed to him, he could truly see the effect he had on you. Your cunt was dripping in arousal and you nearly came when his thumb circled around your hole. 

“Goodness my love, I could slip in so easily right now if I wanted to.” 

You whimpered at his words, imagining his length slowly entering you.

“But, we’re in no rush and I plan on taking my time with you tonight. All of Pelican Town will know that you belong to me when I’m finished.”

You and Elliott had been intimate before, but this was on another level. The sparkle in his eyes was dangerous. He looked like he would devour you whole and have your orgasms crashing over you in waves, again and again. You knew exactly what he was capable of, or at least you thought you did.

Elliott slipped his finger inside you and you threw your head back, a loud moan escaping your lips.

“F-fuck Elliott…” you cried out as he stroked your sensitive walls.

“That’s it my dear, tell me how good it feels.” his breath was hot against your soft skin. “Don’t hold anything back.”

“So good…” you whined desperately. “More, please I need more.” you gasped and rocked your hips. 

“As you wish,” Elliott complied and added a second finger inside you. He curled them up over and over again and your hips moved with his motions.

“Oh god, oh fuck!” you moaned as he fucked you with his long, experienced fingers. They brushed against that delicious spot inside you that made you buck your hips wildly. Just as you felt yourself approaching your orgasm, Elliott pulled his fingers out and you groaned at the loss of friction. 

“I was close, why’d you stop?” you pouted. Your disappointment only lasted for a second before you felt his tongue lap at your clit. A strangled cry escaped your throat as you threw your head back, the pleasure dizzying. 

“Is this better my love?” Elliott purred as he sat back on his heels, quickly tying his hair up before diving back in between your legs. He ate you out like a starved man, licking stripes up and down your cunt and then switching to sucking on your clit with no indication of stopping. Even though it felt like you’d died and gone to heaven, your body began squirming away from him, the pleasure too intense. Elliott slipped his arms under your legs and around your thighs to spread your legs apart father, giving him more access to your most sensitive spots. At the same time, he held you down so you couldn’t squirm away from him.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Elliott said in a low tone and his grip around your legs tightened. “You’re going to stay put and take everything I have to give you. I told you I’d remember that naughty thing you did in front of everyone earlier, and I meant it.” he pushed your hips up and slipped his tongue inside you. 

“Oh god!” you moaned as Elliott flicked his tongue in and out of you while one of his hands moved to finger your clit. Your cunt spasmed around his tongue and you swore you felt him smile as he made no indication of stopping. Your orgasm was rapidly approaching and it seemed like Elliott could tell because he briefly stopped eating you out to make eye contact with you. “You’re close again aren’t you my dear? Don’t worry, I’ve got you. I want to hear you come undone.” then his mouth was back to work, licking and sucking while his fingers penetrated you. It was like he’d memorized everything about your body and what made you tick.

As you came, you sang his name over and over like a prayer. Elliott hummed against your pussy in content, which only fueled the fire in between your legs. You saw stars as you clenched around his fingers and covered his chin in your release. His actions never ceased even after you had come down from your high.  

“You taste divine my dear, I can’t get enough of you.” Elliott purred, still licking and kissing your clit. “I want you to cum for me again.”

“I-I can’t…” you panted, your brain still hazy from your first orgasm. Even though you’d already had one of the most intense climaxes of your life, you could feel that knot already beginning to form again with Elliott’s actions and words. 

“Yes you can love, I can feel your arousal building again.” Elliott slowed his pace and gazed up at you from in between your legs. “Tell me what you need, and I’ll do it. I am yours to use.”

“Need your fingers back inside me,” you mewled. “And your mouth, suck on my clit.” 

“As you wish my dear.” Elliott murmured. His lips returned to your sensitive bud and began sucking and licking, while his pointer and middle fingers pumped in and out of your pussy. 

“Yes, just like that! Oh Elliott, I’m getting close again.” you whined as you instinctively grabbed a fist full of his hair and tugged hard. 

Elliott practically growled at your actions and began sucking and licking you faster. His fingers curled up and down again, and the other hand that was holding you in place gripped your thigh even tighter. With one, two, three more pumps you wrapped your legs around his head to work yourself through your second (and somehow more intense) orgasm, not caring if you were accidentally suffocating him. Once the ripples of pleasure had ceased, you fell back on the mattress, your body spent. 

Elliott rose to his feet and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. “You did so well for me Y/n, and you look absolutely divine like this, your face flush with pleasure.”

You sat up to watch him shrug his shirt off, his gorgeous chest exposed to you. Without a word, you slid off the bed and kneeled in front of him. It was time for you to return the favor. Elliott raised an eyebrow at your actions but did nothing to stop you. His cheeks turned pink as you made quick work of his belt and pants, before finally freeing his cock from the confines of his boxers. The tip was slightly red and sticky with precum. 

“Is this just from eating me out?” you teased as you ran your thumb across the head. 

Elliott grunted and instinctively rolled his hips as you continued to run your finger over his cock. “I can’t help it, hearing your moans of pleasure is like sweet music to me.” he said in a low, sultry tone.

Now it was your turn to blush. Elliott’s words turned you on to no end, leaving you flustered and desperate for more. Without breaking eye contact, you slowly licked up his shaft, sending shivers through Elliott’s body.

“Y/n…” he groaned as you continued to lick and kiss his cock. He reached out to cup your cheek, looking down at you with adoration and lust.

Without warning you took his entire length in your mouth and down your throat until your nose was buried in his bush. You hollowed out your mouth to accommodate him and started bobbing your head up and down.

“Oh fuck, your mouth feels amazing my dear.” Elliott grunted, his chest heaving up and down. He ran his hands through your hair but did not push your head down at all. Instead, he completely surrendered to you, letting you work his cock how you wanted to. He could feel his orgasm approaching with your actions, and fought the urge to buck his hips. Elliott ate pussy for his own pleasure, and feeling you cum twice from his mouth and fingers had gotten him quite worked up. As heavenly as your lips felt around him, he planned on filling your cunt with his cum tonight. He gently tapped your chin, your signal to stop so he could pull out of your mouth.

You released him with a pop as the head of his dick twitched when it came out of your mouth. 

“Come here love,” Elliott extended a hand to help you off your knees. As you stood, he wrapped his hands around your waist and lifted you up into his arms. You wrapped your legs around him and your arms around his neck, a small squeal of excitement escaping your lips. Elliott laid you down gently and climbed on top of you to leave little love bites down your neck and breasts. As his mouth sucked on one of your nipples, he teased the other with his fingers. 

“I long to be inside you my sweet, are you ready?” he asked as he continued to kiss and nip at your soft skin.

“Yes I am, I’ve been ready since I saw you this afternoon as I walked down the aisle.” you kissed his nose as you gazed into his loving eyes. “Please Elliott, I want you inside me.”

Your words nearly made him cum right then and there, and he felt his cock twitch again, desperate for more. “There’s nowhere I’d rather be Y/n.” he said and slowly pushed inside you.

Both of you let out a few moans and a string of curses at the feeling of him entering your cunt, neither of you breaking eye contact during this intimate moment. Once Elliott was fully inside you, he kissed you again, this time slower and more sensual. You could taste your own release on his lips, a slightly sweet and tangy flavor. After a few moments, you broke the kiss and caressed his cheek. “You can move now.” you said.

Elliott nodded and slowly pulled out just to the tip of his cock before snapping his hips and entering you again. You moaned again and wrapped your legs around his hips to give him a deeper angle. He continued thrusting his hips at a steady rhythm as your grunts and moans filled the air. 

“You feel wonderful dear, squeezing me with each thrust.” Elliott’s eyes were filled with love and lust as he watched your climax building for the third time. He picked up his pace a little, chasing his own orgasm while making sure you were feeling just as good as he did. 

“Elliott…” you moaned as his hips pumped into you. “You make me feel so good. I can’t get enough of you.”

“Neither can I. You’re intoxicating my love, my appetite for you is insatiable.” he groaned as he felt your pussy walls flutter around him. Elliott loved seeing, hearing, and feeling the effect he had on you. He loved taking you in missionary so he could see your beautiful face contorted with pleasure, knowing that he alone was the reason for your ecstasy. He would not cum until he knew you were right there on the edge with him, but from how erratic your breaths had become and the increasing tightness of your cunt, he knew you were getting close. 

“I’m close again,” your eyes fluttered shut as you moaned.

“Me too, my love.” Elliott grunted, feeling his own orgasm quickly approaching. “I want to fill your gorgeous pussy with my cum, is that alright?” he asked breathlessly.

Your face turned even redder if that was possible. You and Elliott had always used protection, but it seemed to have slipped your mind this time around. “But what if I-”

“I would happily let you make me a father if you wanted to, the choice is yours.” Elliott admitted as he smiled down at you. “Just say the word my dear.” 

“Cum inside me.” you whined and squeezed his hips with your thighs. “I want to carry your baby.”

Any semblance of composure was shattered by your words as Elliott moaned loudly and picked up his pace again, his hips now snapping into you fast and hard. He pressed his forehead to yours and groaned again, his rhythm faltering slightly. “Cum with me Y/n, I want to feel our bodies climax together. I’m right there, fuck!” 

“Mmmm, Elliott! I’m gonna cum!” you cried out. You felt your walls spasm once more around his cock as you covered him with your release, lewd noises filling the air with each thrust. As you clenched down around Elliott’s cock, his own orgasm ripped through him with a ferocity he hadn’t felt before. 

“Oh fuck, Y/n I’m cumming too!” he groaned loudly as his hot seed shot into you, rope after rope filling your cunt. Elliott collapsed on top of you once he’d finished, but continued to lazily pump his hips into you until the intensity of his climax had faded. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck and reached up to untie his hair again so it could fall over his shoulders. One of your hands ran through his hair while the other rubbed his back soothingly. You buried your nose in the crook of Elliott’s neck and inhaled his wonderful scent again. “That was…”

“Intense?” he asked, slightly lifting his head to meet your gaze.

“More than that. It was amazing.” you smiled and kissed him. “No one’s ever made me feel that good before.”

“Then I am honored to have been the first to do so.” Elliott slowly lifted himself off of you. His now soft cock slipped out of you and you both softly groaned at the feeling. He gathered you in his arms and moved your bodies under the sheets together. You laid your head on his chest as he gently stroked your hair. After a few moments of silence, he spoke up again. “I meant what I said earlier, about having a child with you Y/n. I wasn’t ever sure I’d be cut out to be a parent, but if that's where life decides to take us, I promise I’ll work hard to be the best dad our little bundle of joy could ask for.”

“Oh Elliott,” you met his gaze and caressed his cheek. “I know you’d make an excellent dad someday, I have no doubt about that. I’m glad you meant it because I think I’d also like to have a baby with you. I know they’d turn out just fine as long as they’re half as kind and amazing as you are.”

“You flatter me my dear. I’m glad you feel the same as I do. I love you Y/n, with every fiber of my being.”

You pulled him in for another kiss. “And I love you with all my heart.” you whispered and hugged your husband tight. 

Whatever life had in store, neither of you had a doubt that everything would turn out just fine, as long as you had each other. 

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Fatal Touch (SCP 049 x Reader) Part 1🧡

| SCP 049 x fem!reader | Warnings: brief mentions of death and medical procedures (no blood). Part 1 of a series, NSFW in the later parts. You have been invited to an interview with the infamous SCP 049, aka, The Plague Doctor. Will you become another one of the doctors so-called "patients" or perhaps something more? |

Today was your first interview with a sentient SCP since you’d been hired. You had worked here for close to a year but had only really interacted with SCP’s in the “Safe” class. From what your boss told you, this anomaly was a class “Euclid”. Even though you had only graduated 5 years ago, your resume and good grades were enough to turn a few heads. The interview process was extensive to say the least, there were countless interviews, background checks, drug screenings, and even a lie detector test before the hiring paperwork (and an NDA) were slid across the table towards you. The pay was fairly decent, even if the hours were long. You hadn’t really bothered to make friends with any of your colleagues either. Almost everyone was very secretive of their personal life, which was understandable given the nature of your work. You just kept things cordial with every staff member you interacted with, and left out the bonding part. As you settled into your office for the day, you took a sip of your coffee and turned on your computer. As the screen lit up, you unpacked your bag and set everything out on your desk. You took out your notebook, several black pens, your company issued tablet, and a few snacks to get you through to your lunch break. While you were laying out your materials, you were interrupted by a knock at your office door.

“Come in,” you looked up to see your supervisor, Dr. Itkin with a file in his hand. “Hi Dr. Itkin, good to see you.”

“Good morning Y/N, how are you doing?”

You gave a small smile. “Good, I’m excited for this opportunity, thank you again for choosing me.”

“Of course, it’s high time you got to do some research on something more interesting. You’ve proven yourself to be quite a promising researcher, so you were an obvious first choice. I’ve got the file on the SCP that we will be interviewing for today.” Dr. Itkin lifted the folder he was holding in his hand.

Which SCP is it?” you asked as he handed you the file.

“SCP-049, a highly intelligent Euclid class that has been at our facility for roughly 8 months. It resembles a medieval plague doctor and seems to be obsessed with something that it calls “the pestilence”, although it has yet to completely identify what this pestilence is.” Dr. Itkin adjusts his glasses. “That file has all the information we’ve gathered on it so far. The interview is scheduled for 1300 hours in Research Sector 2, Site 19.” 

You opened the file and briefly scanned the pages. You noticed the photo of SCP 049 immediately. It did resemble a plague doctor from the 12th Century, its face was covered by a large beaked mask and a black hooded robe. But what drew you in were its eyes. They pierced your soul and made your hair on your arms stand up. You looked up and nodded at Dr. Itkin. “I look forward to it! Thank you doctor, I’ll see you soon.”

Dr. Itkin nodded and left the room, the sound of his shoes fading down the hallway.

You opened the file in front of you and began reading in depth about this SCP. The more you read, the more you felt sorry for it. Being taken away from its homeland and brought here with little to no resources to conduct experiments seemed rather cruel. Surely the foundation didn’t plan on letting 049 return home, so it would be stuck here for as long as the foundation was around. Not to mention, it seemed fairly intelligent so being imprisoned was probably very boring. You were also intrigued by the deadly touch that it possessed, as any subject that came into contact with it was killed instantaneously and operated on, becoming a zombie-like creature that the Foundation called ‘SCP 049-2’. You just hoped that you wouldn’t do anything to cause it to use its power on you. As you flipped through more of the pages, you came across an incident report that was dated 3 weeks ago. According to the report, SCP 049 had a scheduled interview with Dr. [REDACTED] when it suddenly became agitated and killed said doctor, claiming that he was sick and needed to be cured. Due to a lapse in security, Dr. [REDACTED]’s body was not found until several hours later, where it had been turned into an instance of SCP 049-2. Your mind began racing and you felt your heart rate spike. What pestilence did 049 detect, if any, and would it try to cure you too?

As the time grew closer, you started gathering your things and headed to Site 19. You couldn’t deny that your nerves were on edge as you grabbed your notebook and pens, but you also couldn’t ignore the intrigue. As frightening as SCP 049 sounded, you were also genuinely curious and wanted to learn more firsthand. As you strolled down the hallway and towards the elevators, you noticed several guards and a D class personnel headed in that direction as well.

“Keep moving.” one of the guards snapped and shoved the man in the orange jumpsuit forward. They stopped outside the elevator doors and the guard to the left pressed the elevator button down and waited. “Going down, miss?” he asked as you approached.

“Uh yes, I think so. I’m supposed to report to Site 19. I’m looking for SCP 049’s containment area, do you know where I can find it?”

All three guards froze and turned towards you. Your face immediately became flush and you cleared your throat. “What’s wrong?” you asked, your voice wavering slightly.

None of the guards spoke up, and with their faces completely covered, you weren’t able to see what their reactions were. 

“049 is a…special anomaly.” one of the guards began. “It allegedly killed two D class when they were sent in for experimentation and five more personnel when it breached containment, but you didn’t hear that from me.”

You swallowed hard. He must be referring to the containment breach incident from a few weeks ago. The elevator door opened and the four men pilled in. Your feet felt suddenly made of lead but you forced yourself forward into the small metal box. The guard in front of the car operating panel pressed two buttons and the doors closed. No one said a word as the elevator moved down. You clutched your notebook with white knuckles and attempted to control your shallow breathing.

“Hey.” one of the guards spoke up.

You looked over your shoulder, your fear probably written all over your face. 

“You’ll take this down to two floors and then make a left. You’ll be fine, as long as you stay away from it. Don’t let it get too close, I’m sure you know what will happen. Just be smart and stay on high alert.”

The elevator stopped and the doors opened. You had reached your destination, but your feet were still heavy and you were having a hard time getting your body to move.

“This is your stop. Good luck.” the same guard said and held the door open for you.

C’mon Y/N, you just need to move. It’ll be over soon and then you can go back to your office.

You nodded and whispered a small thanks as you stepped into the hallway and turned left. You didn’t bother looking back in the elevator, you knew you’d be too tempted to run straight back in. Your nerves were all over the place as you grew closer, Dr. Itkin was waiting outside with a clipboard in his hand. He looked up at you and waved.

“Y/N! Right on time. Did you have enough time to read through the file I gave you?”

You nodded vigorously. “Yes, thank you doctor. It was quite informative.”

“You seem a bit nervous, do you still wish to accompany me?”

You knew that backing out wasn’t exactly an option at this point, you’d already read the file and if you refused The Foundation would most likely have your memory wiped due to the sensitive information you had read. Besides, you felt the need to prove yourself as one of the newest researchers at the facility. “Yes I do. I’m just nervous since this is my first intelligent anomaly I’ll be interacting with.” you lied through your teeth. “But I’m not going to let those nerves stop me, I’m eager to learn.”

Dr. Itkin smiled. “I’m glad to hear you’re still on board. Let’s head in then, shall we?”

You followed him into a dimly lit room where there were several people in white lab coats talking amongst themselves or working on computers. There were also two guards with assault rifles posted outside the door inside. It looked a lot like a prison interrogation room, it even had the two sided glass so the people in the room couldn’t see out but those on the outside could see in. Through the window you saw SCP 049 sitting at a long metal table. Two chairs were seated on the opposite side of the table. SCP 049’ wrists were chained to the table so it couldn't move them. Its head was down so you couldn’t see its face. You wondered if the beak was part of its face or just a mask, and if it was only a mask, you wondered what it looked like underneath it. Dr. Itkin approached the door leading to the interrogation room and swiped his keycard. The door light turned green and slid open. 

“Dr. Itkin, how pleasant to see you again.” SCP 049 hummed, lifting its head and tilting it to the side. The humanoid figure sat across from you and Dr. Itkin, its wrists restrained in chains that were connected to the table. His gaze slid over to you and you felt chills run down your spine. “And, who might you be?”

“My name is Y/N, and you are?” you said politely.

“Ravi de te rencontrer chérie (Lovely to meet you dear). I have had many names across the years, but you may call me doctor. You are new here Y/N, or at the very least I have not seen you in this part of the facility. What brought you here?”

You recognized the doctor’s switch to French briefly in your conversation and it made you wonder what he had said. “I’m a new researcher. My speciality is in microbiology and chemistry. Was that French you just spoke?” you asked.

“Yes, it is my preferred language, although English will suffice. Curious, I have not met anyone here with a degree in microbiology. Your knowledge may prove useful in my research of the Pestilence. And you’re an aspiring scientist you say? Wonders abound.” 049 mused. “I see a very bright future ahead of you. Your eyes hold that spark of curiosity that is so often lost in this field. It can be hard to hold onto that spark, but keep the fire lit and you will go far.” 049 nodded. 

You felt a small bit of heat rise to your cheeks, but managed to maintain your composure. “Thank you, doctor.” you said, your voice wavering slightly. What the hell had gotten into you? This was a highly dangerous and intelligent creature and here you were with butterflies in your stomach from the kindness of his words.

“Now, tell me Dr. Itkin. What brings you to my containment cell?” SCP turned towards your boss, his eyes trained on him.

“I wanted to check and see how your research has been going. We’ve seen you perform several…operations on the test subjects that were provided to you in the past, but we are no closer to understanding this pestilence you speak of. Have you any new developments to share?”

049 huffed and laced its fingers together, the chains of the wrist restraints jingling with the movement. “Well doctor, it might be more useful to provide me with more human test subjects like before instead of the mammalian cadavers. It has been some time since I was afforded a live patient and I would like to resume that schedule if possible. The pestilence affects humans, and that is where my interests lie. I cannot cure what is not sick nor what is already deceased.”

Dr. Itkin sighed and shook his head. “049 your recent behavior is partly the reason why we have not given you any more human subjects. Your breach of containment recently was unacceptable and several lives were lost. Not to mention the death of Dr. Hamm. You must understand that if you do not cooperate, you will not be permitted to continue your experiments. You have already lost most of your privileges and you will continue to lose more.” 

“Those people were sick, very sick and incredibly contagious. I did you and this whole facility a favor by curing them.” 049 said matter-of-factly.

“I’m sorry 049, but it doesn’t seem like this “cure” of yours is a very good one. Those who have been touched by you are never the same.” Dr. Itkin said, his voice a bit sadder than before. It seems Dr. Hamm’s death was still weighing on him.

049 was about to say something in response when you spoke up.

“Doctor, if I may,” you began. “How would one know if they had been exposed to this sickness?”

049’s face was covered by the mask and hood it wore, but you could’ve sworn you saw a flash of surprise in its eyes when you asked your question. Almost like no one else had thought to ask. 

“What a wonderful question dear Y/N, you see I have the ability to detect the pestilence in any living creature. Perhaps it is a divine gift or perhaps it’s due to the many years I have spent studying it. In any case, I am always able to tell when someone is infected, even if they themselves do not feel any different.”

You nodded and took down a few notes as 049 spoke. “Do you detect any of the pestilence in me, doctor?” 

049 leaned in closer, and you felt your whole body go cold. There was something unsettling about the entity, but something drew you in too. You didn’t know whether or not to run away or lean in as well. 

049’s eyes scanned up and down your entire body, lingering for just a brief moment on your lips before resuming eye contact with you. “I do not. You are perfectly healthy, as is Dr. Itkin.” 049 stated. 

You smiled. “That’s good. I will hopefully do my best to keep it that way. Perhaps if it would help, maybe we could take a look at some cells from an infected person under a microscope? I’d be very interested to see if the pestilence mutates any of the living cells.” Even though you still knew next to nothing about this disease, you could tell that it meant a great deal to 049, and if you could help advance its research you would be happy to help. 

049 chuckled and you could hear a smile in its voice despite not seeing its mouth. “You are quite different from anyone I’ve met here, Miss Y/N. That spark I noted earlier, I can see you crave knowledge as do I. Perhaps you would like to be my progeny someday? Learn by my side and help me eradicate this disease once and for all?”

Dr. Itkin’s walkie-talkie beeped and a muffled voice came through the speaker.

“Dr. Itkin, please exit the interview area and bring Y/N with you.”

“Affirmative. Y/N, we will have to cut this conversation short, we’ve been instructed to leave.”

You nodded and grabbed your notebook, slightly disappointed that your conversation had been cut short. “It was nice to meet you doctor, I look forward to speaking more.” you gave him a small smile and nodded your head as you pushed in your chair.

“As do I. Au revoir ma chérie, s'il te plaît, porte-toi bien (Goodbye my dear, please be well).” 049 said in his native dialect.

You followed Dr. Hamm out the door and back into the observation room where you first entered. All eyes were trained on you, and it made heat rush to your cheeks as you squeezed your notebook tighter.

“Y/N? My name is Dr. Isaac, good to meet you.” the man extended his hand towards you and you shook it.

“Nice to meet you too. How can I help?”

“We were observing your interview with SCP 049 and noticed that he seems to have taken a liking to you.” Dr. Isaac gestured to the other people in lab coats across the room who were all watching you. “After the containment breach, 049 has been much quieter and more withdrawn. But today was different. He seemed to be more animated and talkative with you. We think your presence could be beneficial in finally learning what this Pestilence is that he seems so obsessed with. So, what do you say? Would you be up for weekly interviews with SCP 049?”

You were shocked. You’d only had one conversation with the doctor, but you also couldn’t deny that you had felt…something when you two were talking. His presence drew you in, while your mind screamed to turn and run. And yet…

“Yes, I’ll do it.” you answered after a moment of silence. When do I start?”

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Jealousy (Bucky Barnes x Reader)❤️🔞

| possessive!Bucky Barnes x fem!reader | Warnings: nasty and disrespectful smut, degradation, swearing, dom/sub/brat dynamics, swearing, a bit of fluff at the end | Bucky is usually a patient man. What happens when you test his limits? (There is a very minimal amount of plot to this one, it's incredibly horny sorry not sorry) |

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

"Fuck Bucky, I-"

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

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

Big. Fucking. Mistake.

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

"Buck? You good?" Steve asked, concerned about his brooding best friend. He looked over to where you were feeling Thor's biceps and complimenting him on how big he was. "Oh..." Steve said realizing what was happening. "Hey man, I'm sure it's nothing. Everyone knows how much Y/n likes you. Just don't do anything stupid-"

Bucky's metal hand made a whirring sound before he crushed the glass of bourbon in his hand, spilling glass and liquor all over the counter. Enough was enough. It was time to remind you who you belonged to.

You were listening to Thor talk about his workout routine (or lack there of) when you felt a hand snake around your waist and pull you away.

"We're leaving. Now." Bucky said through his teeth. He had a death grip around your waist, and you just knew you were going to have bruises there tomorrow. Neither of you said a word as Bucky dragged you towards the door.

If only you knew what you were in for.

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

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

"What the fuck was that?" he sneered, his eyes dark and narrow.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Which is how you found yourself in your current predicament. Bucky slowly finger-fucking you while you melted under his touch. You thrust your hips and moaned into Bucky's hand. "You might be enjoying this now, but you won't be soon." Bucky warned. He removed his fingers from your aching cunt, much to your dismay. Bucky lifted you up and threw you over his shoulder with no effort at all. He marched into the bedroom, shutting the door with his heel. Bucky tossed you onto the bed like you weighed nothing and began shrugging off his leather jacket. He continued to undress, never taking his eyes off you. He knelt on the bed and straddled you when he was down to his boxers. Bucky snarled and bit your neck, determined to leave a big, purple hickey behind. No one would dare come near you after he'd marked you as his. "You're mine doll. No one else's. Never forget that." Bucky growled.

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

"You're damn right you won't." with one swift motion, Bucky grabbed the collar of your dress and tore it off your body, leaving you only in your bra and underwear.

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

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

Both of you cried out at the sudden action, and you nearly came from him entering you so quickly. Thank god you were already wet and ready for him, otherwise he would've torn you in half.

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

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

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

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

"Good. Because you can't cum until I give you permission." Bucky warned.

Your heart sank at his words. How could you not cum with the way he was thrusting into you? If you nearly came just from him entering you, how could you possibly last until he was ready to let you cum? "But that's impossible!" you whimpered.

"This is your punishment Y/n. You're gonna take everything I give you and don't you dare cum until I say you can. Otherwise, I won't fuck you for a whole week." Bucky squeezed your hips and kept fucking you at the same unforgiving pace. "M' gonna cum in this little pussy now, gonna fill you up." Bucky grunted and tightened his grip on you. He thrust a few more times before he spilled his seed into your throbbing pussy. You could feel it filling you, and trickling down both thighs. Not only could Bucky cum multiple times with almost no effort, but his releases were also huge. He would fill you to the brim, and then some. Cum would flow down your legs and onto the bedsheets with every ejaculation. It was so filthy, but you loved it.

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

"I don't think you've learned your lesson yet doll. The answer is no." he said with a growl.

You whined again as you felt Bucky's cock harden again, ready for another round. You weren't sure you'd be able to stop yourself if he continued like this, but you were at his complete mercy.

"I'm ready for round two doll," Bucky said as he pulled all the way out of you. "I hope you are too." He flipped you over again and dragged your body to the edge of the bed, holding your legs in the air. Bucky slid back inside and groaned at the feeling of his seed spilling out of you. He started snapping his hips again, hitting that deliciously soft spot near your cervix. His pace was unforgiving once again, not caring about your pleasure or how much effort it was taking you not to squirt all over his dick.

You gripped the sheets beneath you and squeezed your eyes shut. You needed to concentrate in order not to cum, and fuck was it hard.

"Aww, what's the matter peaches? No more snark replies? Is it too hard to think while I'm fucking you like this?" Bucky smirked as he opened your legs wider. "Can't cum yet..." you moaned, trying to push down the overwhelming pleasure you felt. You squeezed your eyes shut in order to concentrate more.

"You're damn right you can't, bad girls don't get to cum. And you've been awfully naughty tonight." Bucky suddenly picked up his pace and more vulgar sounds filled the air, this time it was the combined sound of his balls slapping your skin and his seed dripping out of your cunt.

The pleasure was nearly overwhelming and the threat of you losing control was growing steadily. Hold it in Y/n, you'll suffer more if you don't, you mentally scolded yourself. "Fuck Bucky, feels so so so so good." you cried out, feeling your pussy clamp down around his cock.

"Mmm, you feel heavenly doll. Can't get enough you. In fact," Bucky hooked your legs over his shoulders. "I think I'm gonna cum again."

"Fuck, please let me cum with you Buck...I can't hold back for much longer..."

"I don't think you've earned it yet. Besides, I'm having too much fun torturing you right now." he grunted loudly and you felt his cock twitch inside you, his thrusts becoming sloppy. "You're gonna take this load just like you took the last one." Bucky threw his head back and groaned as he came for the second time. As he filled your poor little abused cunt, his release squirted out and covered both of your thighs. Bucky pulled out again, watching his seed overflowing from you. His once hard cock was now soft again, but not for long.

"Bucky..." you whined. "I'm sorry for trying to make you jealous, I won't ever do it again I promise." you reached out to him, and he laced his fingers with yours. "I want to cum with you this time, please let me cum with you." you begged, your voice turning hoarse from your moans and cries.

"I don't know, have you learned your lesson yet?" Bucky asked, reaching down to grab your chin and force you to look in his eyes.

"Yes! I learned my lesson, I'll be good, I promise." you moaned desperately.

"Then beg for me." Bucky growled as he fisted his hardening cock.

"Please let me cum Bucky, I promise I'll never disobey you again. I'm yours, you can do whatever you want with me, just please let me cum!"

"You're goddamn right you are doll." Bucky leaned down to kiss your neck. "How should I take you this time?"

"I want to ride you." you said, your voice barely above a whisper, filled with mischief.

Bucky smiled. "That's my good girl. Here," he lifted you up and switched positions with you so he was laying on his back and you were straddling his hips.

You leaned forward to kiss him again as your hand guided the tip of his dick towards your entrance. You slowly sat down on him, swallowing his entire length inside your aching pussy. Both of you moaned at the sensation, and you wasted no time rocking your hips and bouncing on him.

"Shit Y/n!" Bucky cursed as his hands found your waist again. "God you're so tight, fuck! Might not last very long this time."

"S'okay Buck, I'm close." even though you hadn't reached your climax yet, you could feel your body building up to it again. In this position, Bucky could easily reach your sweet spot and you couldn't get enough. You leaned back to rest your hands on Bucky's muscular thighs and picked up your speed.

"Ohhhh," he groaned and reached out to give your ass a smack. "Just like that doll, look at you fucking yourself on my cock. Take what you need from me, you've earned it." Bucky smiled as he watched you work yourself towards your release. You truly were a sight to behold, your cheeks red and eyes filled with lust as your tits bounced up and down with each of your thrusts.

As good as this angle felt, you could feel your muscles getting tired. Your legs burned but you continued, determined to last.

Bucky seemed to notice your fatigue and gave your hips a small squeeze to get your attention. "Here peach, let me help." he planted his feet firmly on the mattress beneath you and started thrusting up into you to match your rhythm. The combined effort had your pussy spasming and your cries flowing freely. You and Bucky were moaning loudly together, not caring if you were disturbing your neighbors.

"Oh fuck!" you nearly screamed. This was exactly what you need. "Bucky! I'm gonna cum!" you felt your composure snap and your pussy spasm as you rode out the most intense orgasm of your life, crying out for the entire duration and squirting all over his pelvis.

Bucky wasn't too far behind you, as he continued to propel his hips into you and filled your cunt once more with his cum, more trickling down on to the sheets.

Guess it's laundry day tomorrow, you thought, your mind hazy as you slumped over into Bucky's arms. You were sure this was one of your most intense orgasms to date.

"Fuck doll, that was amazing. You did so well for me." Bucky said, his chest heaving. "C'mere baby, I got you." he helped you off him, laying you down on your back. "Gonna go get a towel to clean you up, be right back." he kissed your nose and walked off to the bathroom. When he returned, he gently spread your legs and began wiping you down with a warm washcloth.

You shuddered, you were still very sensitive down there, but after Bucky had cleaned and dried you off, you relaxed again. "You have to wash the sheets tomorrow." you mumbled as Bucky settled next to you.

"Why me?" he asked, frowning.

"Because you literally covered our blankets in cum three times Buck." you opened your eyes and looked over at him. You smiled at his slightly annoyed expression, god he was so cute.

Bucky expression shifted into a smile as he kissed your forehead. "I wouldn't have had to if you'd just behaved yourself tonight."

"Uh uh, I already served my punishment. You made the mess, so you get to clean it up." you tapped his nose.

He laughed as he wrapped his arms around your small frame and pressed a few kisses into your cheek. "Fine, you win. But only because you were so obedient." Bucky sighed and nuzzled his face into your neck. "Get some rest Y/n. I love you. " he placed one more kiss on your cheek before turning out the lights and settling into bed.

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

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Stardew Sweethearts (Sebastian x Reader)💛

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

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

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

So how did you end up in this condition?

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

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

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

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

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

Oh if only.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Keep My Distance (John Wick x Reader)❤️🧡

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

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

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

You were shattered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bleeding.

Fuck.

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

"What happened?" you asked.

"Bullet wound." John grunted.

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

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

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

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

"This is gonna hurt." you warned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Y/n," John panted.

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

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

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

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

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

"Да любовь?" (Yes, love?)

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck!” you both cried out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Little Star (Glamrock Freddy x Reader)💛

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

Well. Wasn't this spectacular?

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

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

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

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

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

"Hello there!" a cheerful voice said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Freddy took them and put them on.

"How do you like them?" you asked.

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

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

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

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

"Nice one! You're doing great!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Is this real?" you wondered out loud.

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

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

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

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

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

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Dating Bucky Barnes Headcanons Part 2- (NSFW)❤️

| Bucky Barnes x fem!reader | Warnings: swearing, smut- Praise/degradation, light choking, teasing, Daddy kink, pet names, dom/sub dynamics, orgasm denial, overstimulation, oral giving and receiving m/f, unprotected p in v | Part 1 in case you missed it |

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

Well, let me tell you.

You're in for a treat.

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

Hell no.

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

Bucky can go for hours just teasing you, edging you over and over to delay your orgasm as much as possible.

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

"I don't know Peach, have you earned it yet?" he murmured in your ear as his fingers teased your sensitive bud.

"Y-yes Daddy!" you cried out.

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

You attempted to buck your hips against his fingers to get some friction, but Bucky held you still.

"Use your big girl words." he scolded.

"Please Daddy, please let me cum. I can't take much more." you moaned desperately.

"Alright. I guess I'll let you since you've been such a good girl for me."

On the days when he's feeling nicer, he’ll make you cum over and over again, turning your legs to jelly until you're completely spent.

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

Bucky typically takes a more dominant role when you're intimate, although with time and trust he begins to warm up to the idea of giving you control if that's something you want to explore.

You don't mind either way, you'd never felt safer than when you were in his presence.

Being in charge brought him comfort since his body hadn't been his own to use for several decades when he was under the control of Hydra, but you also showed him the freedom of surrendering yourself to someone you trust.

You make sure to give him extra praise whenever he let you have control.

"You're twitching for me baby," you teased as you ran your tongue over the head of his dick, making Bucky groan. "Be a good boy and I promise I'll let you cum wherever you want to."

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

You were truly a sight to behold when you were on your knees in front of Bucky, worshiping his cock.

He’ll never push your head down when you give him head, instead, he’ll caress your cheek and praise you.

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

While you're sucking him off, he'll use his metal hand to play with your sensitive nipples.

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

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

You always taste delicious to him, like peach jam.

He likes calling you his peach for that reason too.

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

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

Bucky eats you out like a starved man.

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

All he can think about is how he wants more more more.

This man eats pussy for his pleasure, and loves to watch you cum on his tongue and coat the stubble on his chin and lips with your release.

He knows just how to push all your buttons in the best way possible.

And when he adds in his fingers, especially his metal ones?

Forget it.

Your back is arching off the bed and your voice goes hoarse from moaning so loudly.

Your neighbors definitely hate you but neither of you really care.

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

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

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

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

Thick from head to shaft with a large brown bush on his pelvis.

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

Bucky normally sets an even pace, occasionally swirling his hips to switch things up.

But sometimes he can't help himself and fucks you with inhuman speed, making you squirt all over his gorgeous cock.

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

He touched you like you were made of glass, terrified of breaking you.

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

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

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

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

Watching your ass bounce off of him as he sets a punishing rhythm and hearing the lewd sounds of his balls smacking into you with each thrust.

You enjoy any position you're in with him, but you can't deny how hot he is when you're riding him.

His eyes barely open but gaze filled with lust as you bounce up and down on his length. His hands are like a vice around your hips, sure to leave small bruises the next day.

Watching him cum with a strangled moan while you're on top, desperately fucking up into you to pump you full of his seed only fuels the intensity of your own release, knowing that you are the reason for his pleasure.

Bucky also loves teasing you with his words.

He's well aware of the effect he has on you and abuses that power every chance he gets.

“What’s got you so worked up Princess?”

"Use you words, or I'll stop completely."

"Oh, what a good girl you are. So desperate and needy for me."

“You’re such a slut for my cock aren’t you? M’ gonna fuck you so hard, you’ll feel me inside you for days.”

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

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

So when you brought up the idea of choking you, he immediately froze.

No no no, not again...he thought when you asked.

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

He could still remember your beautiful face turning red, your bright eyes becoming dull as he choked the life out of you.

He blatantly refused, the memory all too painful for him. He could feel tears prick the corners of his eyes as he shook his head.

"Never again Y/n. Never again." he said, his voice shaky and barely audible. "Last time I did that I nearly lost you for good. I can't let that happen."

"Bucky, that's not gonna happen. You weren't in control when that happened and I know you'd never actually hurt me."

You patiently and carefully explained the proper way to choke someone without hurting them, focusing on applying pressure rather than cutting off the airway.

Bucky was still incredibly hesitant, but with time and technique, he slowly started to come around to the idea.

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

Once when you were giving him extra attitude, an idea popped into his head.

He'd asked you twice to get on your knees for him, and you decided to test the waters by telling him "No."

Without warning, his metal arm shot out and wrapped around your throat. "I said. On. Your. Knees." he growled and added pressure to the sides of your neck.

A wave of adrenaline rushed straight to your core as your knees wobbled and you finally obeyed his order.

"Good girl." Bucky purred and eased up his grip.

That was so fucking hot, both of you thought to yourselves. You loved seeing him take control of you so easily.

Bucky is very big on aftercare.

After a long session, he'll gently lift you into his arms and into a hot bubble bath that's waiting for you.

Bucky joins you and helps wash your body and hair, gently massaging your scalp and running a soapy wash cloth over your skin.

"Relax doll, I've got you. You did so good for me, now it's time for me to take care of you." he'd say as he caressed your skin.

After the bath, he'll dry you off and bring you back to your bed to massage your entire body with lotion or essential oil and rub away any soreness left behind.

Sometimes his aftercare will put you to sleep, which always makes Bucky very happy knowing you feel safe enough to let him take care of you.

Once he's finished, he'll pull you under the covers with him and hold you in his arms, peppering your forehead and nose with kisses.

No matter how rough or soft he is with you, he always makes sure to take care of your body afterwards.

You're his goddess after all, and he treats you as such at all times.

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Dating Bucky Barnes Headcanons Part 1💛

| Bucky Barnes x fem!reader | Warnings: a little bit of angst but mainly fluff! Just some headcannons I wrote about getting to know Bucky and eventually becoming his girlfriend (reader doesn't have super powers) | NSFW Part 2 Here |

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

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

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

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

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

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

Which is exactly what you’re thinking.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bucky freezes for a moment.

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

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

Bucky has walked into your life and now you feel like you’re on cloud nine.

You text back and forth all the time, even about the silliest things. Every time his name lights up your phone screen, your heart flutters.

Any chance you get, you two spend it together.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bucky’s heart breaks into a million pieces.

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is it. He’s at the crossroads.

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

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

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

He decides it’s only fair for you to know. To rip the band aid off and see if you stick around or run for the hills. He definitely wouldn't judge you if you did the latter.

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

He tells you everything.

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

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

The more he talks, the more your heart shatters.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bucky brings you into a bone-crushing embrace.

He never wants to let go of you.

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

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

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

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

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

All he wants is you.

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

You’re too shocked to speak.

Bucky. Kissed. You.

You lean in to connect your lips again and sparks fly in between you two.

If you could bring him any closer, you would.

Both of you are completely immersed in each other.

Neither of you wants to let go.

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

Bucky is the first to speak.

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

You smile, like the sun breaking through the clouds.

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

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

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

And so it begins.

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

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

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

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

The second date he brought you white daisies.

On the third, purple chrysanthemums.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tony and Natasha tried to stop you from approaching Bucky, screaming at you to get away from him but you didn't listen.

He didn't recognize you at first, and immediately slammed you into a wall and started choking you with his metal hand.

"Bucky, it's me Y/n!" you gasped as his grip tightened. "I know you're in there, come back to us please. Take back control." you pleaded as your vision started to fade from the lack of oxygen.

"Buck, let her go!" Steve shouted as he approached. "I don't want to have to fight you, but you're gonna kill Y/n if you don't stop!"

Bucky turned his blank gaze towards his best friend, not able to recognize him at all. His hold on you tightened even further and you knew it would only be a matter of time before you lost consciousness.

But when you reached out to caress his face, he turns back to you you, his eyes soften ever so slightly and his grip on your neck loosened.

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

Once he had let you go, you collapsed to the floor, gasping for air. T'Challa was there by your side as Tony, Nat, and Steve surrounded Bucky. He helped lift you off the floor and away from Bucky, much to your dismay. You should be there for him when he comes back, but your throat was incredibly sore and you couldn't deny that you needed medical attention and some rest.

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

"That was incredibly stupid Y/n." Bucky reprimanded you as you sat on your couch watching him pace in front of you. "I could've..." Bucky swallowed hard, a lump forming in his throat. He'd come so close to snuffing out your light, you shouldn't be anywhere near him.

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

"Protect me? I'm a dangerous superhuman trained to kill with a single flip of a switch. I've taken countless lives and never had a second thought about it. You need to be protected from me." he practically snarled as he pinched the bridge of his nose and shut his eyes.

"But that's not you Bucky, not the man I know. You are not the Winter Soldier, sure he's still apart of you, but you're nothing like him. You're a good person. You take such good care of me, I just want to do the same for you." you stood up and pulled your boyfriend into a hug. "I was scared at first, but when I touched you, I saw you start to come back to me. I trust that you'd never actually do anything to hurt me."

Bucky sighs and wraps his strong arms around you. He secretly hates himself for nearly killing you and wondered why you didn't leave after this incident.

You spend every single chance you get reassuring him that you're not afraid of him, and that you love him with every fiber of your being.

Every time you catch him staring at the bruises around your neck, you take his metal hand in yours and bring it up to your face.

You want to show him that he is capable of good, despite his past.

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

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

You felt like you couldn't breathe. Bucky wanted to move in with you?

You were so overwhelmed with emotions that you jumped straight into Bucky's open arms.

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

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

Steve, Bucky, and Thor did most of the heavy lifting and damn was it hot watching Bucky effortlessly pick up furniture and boxes like they weighed nothing.

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

You ordered pizzas for everyone as a thanks and celebrated your new home.

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

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

You and Bucky decided to split the household chores.

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

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

Bucky didn't know too much about cooking, but secretly started taking classes so he could prepare your favorite meals.

On particularly rough days at work, you'd come home to a freshly cooked meal.

"Hey doll, I know you had a pretty tough day today so I made your favorite. Why don't we go sit on the couch and find a movie to watch? I'll let you choose." he said with a smile.

Tuesdays were always grocery shopping days.

You'd go through the fridge and pantry making a list so you'd remember what to buy while you were out.

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

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

Fridays were usually date nights. You alternated weekly on who came up with date plans.

If you fell asleep on the couch, Bucky would gently carry you to bed and tuck you in. Sometimes you'd pretend to be asleep so you could feel him carry you in his arms.

He knew when you were actually asleep or not due to his heightened senses listening to your heartbeat and breathing, but he didn't want to spoil your fun.

Bucky loved drifting off with you in his arms, your head resting on his chest.

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

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

On one occasion, you woke up to Bucky suddenly kicking you with such force you were flung from the bed and landed so hard you thought you'd broken your tailbone.

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

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

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

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

Eventually, he became super high maintenance.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Everything felt natural and easy.

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

And neither of you could remember being this happy.

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

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

Part 1 Here

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I know that, you're physically here but you're not present in the moment. I just," Y/n sighed, feeling her eyes become misty. With the level of danger that came with L's job, she often felt scared that every moment together could potentially be their last. "Sorry. I shouldn't say anymore. I know how hard you work."

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

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

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

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

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

Y/n pressed her mouth to his and pulled L on top of her on the bed. She tasted her cum on his lips as their tongues battled. She tugged his shirt over his head and put her hands around his neck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, Lawliet!" Y/n screamed. "I'm cumming too!" Y/n's pussy clamped down hard and L continued to thrust all the way through his orgasm.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Nightmares (Bucky Barnes x Reader)🧡💛

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bucky.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Almost every night," he whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The silence that followed was deafening.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And oh boy did he kiss you.

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

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

"What?" Bucky kissed your jaw.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Nothing To Fear (Bucky Barnes x Reader)🧡💛

| Bucky Barnes (TFATWS) x fem!reader | Warnings: slight mention of Bucky’s PTSD, fighting, swearing, mentions of drinking, brief mentions of sexual activity, reader has superpowers, | Bucky has a hard time recovering after Zemo makes him pretend to be the winter soldier for an undercover mission, and you're one of the only people who knows how to comfort him. |

“Zimniy soldat-” (Winter Soldier)

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

“Vperyod v ataku.” (Attack.)

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

You had met Bucky when the Sokovia Accords had been introduced, and you sided with Steve. Bucky took an almost immediate liking to you, despite his withdrawn nature. When Zemo had sent Bucky back into the mind of the winter soldier, you were the only one who was able to stop him. You leapt onto his back while he was choking Natasha, and put him to sleep with your powers. At the age of 7, you discovered your powers when you used them to steal candy from a store after your parents had said no. They were fearful at first, but soon began testing your limits and abilities. Normal childish outbursts became dangerous, as your emotions could influence those around you and practically bring them to their knees. You were able to manipulate objects with your mind, make other people feel what you felt, physically make someone feel your pain even if they weren’t hurt, replace their emotions, or suppress them completely. You were hypersensitive to those around you, picking up on every little thing, including when someone was lying. Your powers didn’t always work in your favor. If you were sad about something, nobody could come within 3 feet of you without bursting into tears. Your once loving parents became manipulative, forcing you to use your powers for their benefit and punishing you when you disobeyed. Eventually the psychological and physical torture became too much to handle, and in the dead of night, you packed what little belongings you had and ran away. Unfortunately, you were quickly discovered by overly curious scientists who imprisoned you and ran test after test on you, studying your abilities. Even through all the torture and trauma you were subjected to, you patiently bided your time until you got a better idea of how your powers worked. Little did these researchers know that you had been studying them as much as they'd been studying you, and once you felt like you were ready, you unleashed your power on them and escaped. You lived on the streets for years after your escape, until you were discovered by The Avengers after accidentally losing control of your powers and causing chaos in the city. You surrendered almost immediately, sensing that these people were not only good guys, but some of them also had superpowers like you. With less harsh training and practice over time, you were able to control your powers more. Once you'd been cleared for missions, you began to use them to help your fellow Avengers on and off the battlefield. If someone got hurt, you could subdue the pain until they received treatment. If someone was having trouble sleeping, you could replace whatever emotions or thoughts were keeping them awake with peace and tranquility. You had a very peaceful aura about you, and that’s what attracted Bucky to you. Whenever he had flashbacks or nightmares, you would stop him from spiraling into panic. You even started sleeping with him at night. Bucky had asked you to stay with him one night after having calmed him down from one of his nightmares. It caught you off guard at first since you had a huge crush on Bucky, but you quickly recovered. You snuggled your way under the covers and focused on projecting calm and sleepiness on Bucky. You woke up in the morning to Bucky’s arm wrapped around your waist. Your face was as red as a rose, and it was hard to keep your excitement and nervousness in check. You didn’t want to wake Bucky, so you closed your eyes and tried to fall back asleep. 

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

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

You turn your head over in Zemo’s direction. You couldn’t believe this asshole. You fought the urge to project the pain of the people Bucky was beating senselessly onto this prick.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you.” Zemo nods.

Bucky drops the man, who slides off the counter to the floor with a thud. The entire bar is silent as you, Sam, Bucky, and Zemo leave to meet the man of the hour.

After killing Selby and escaping, you run into Sharon who agrees to drive you and the boys to the safety of her place. The ride was mostly silent, Bucky's head still reeling. His hand had a vice-like grip on yours, as if that was the only thing keeping him from losing it. Two guards stand at the entrance of the large house, looking rather intimidating. Bucky hasn’t said a word since the car ride, and it makes you nervous. You sit next to Bucky on the couch as you change clothes. You toss your jacket aside and put on a fancy shawl that Sharon lends you. It’s a soft black material with red roses and green vines decorating it. Sharon, Sam, and Zemo leave to join the party, while you and Bucky hang back, still sitting on the couch. Neither of you has said a word, and it’s really starting to get to you.

“Bucky,” you call softly.

He turns his head towards you, and your heart breaks. His eyes are filled with tears that threaten to spill over, and you can sense the fear and anger in him. He's been used again, forced back into the role of a mindless weapon used for other people's benefit. Bucky reaches for you and you bring him close, holding him against your chest. He doesn’t cry, but his breathing is shallow and you can feel the tears falling down his face. You close your eyes and focus on calming him, your powers slowly work their way into Bucky’s mind, and tranquility sets in. You could kill Zemo if you wanted to, and fuck you really wanted to. But comforting Bucky was your one and only priority right now, and you fought hard to suppress your own emotions in order to keep them from influencing Bucky. You run your fingers through his hair and whisper soothing words in his ears. Within a few moments, he’s still and breathing normally again.

Bucky lifts his head and sits upright. “Thanks, doll.” he nods. "I can always count on you to bring me back to reality."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You roll your eyes and lean against the couch cushion.  

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

Your heart aches again at his plea, and you can feel the anxiety starting to grown in his chest again. You lean towards him and kiss his lips. It’s a slow and tender kiss, and you channel your energy into soothing his emotions again. You want him to feel how much you love him, and by the way he kisses you back, you can tell he knows. He cups the back of your head and tangles his fingers in your hair. 

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

[z-ancunin]

Masterlist:

Hello there! Welcome to my page’s masterlist! Here you can find quick links to all of my current works and what's to come. I hope you enjoy!

Fandoms I Write For:

Marvel-

Bucky Barnes:

Nothing To Fear (Bucky Barnes x Reader)🧡💛

Nightmares (Bucky Barnes x Reader)🧡💛

Dating Bucky Barnes HC Part 1💛

Dating Bucky Barnes HC Part 2 (NSFW)❤️🔞

Jealously (Bucky Barnes x Reader)❤️🔞

Homecoming (Bucky Barnes x Reader) ❤️🔞🧡💛

Castlevania-

Alucard:

{Nothing To See Here}

Stardew Valley-

Stardew Sweethearts (Sebastian x Farmer)💛

Blossoms Of Love (Elliott x Reader)❤️🔞

John Wick-

Keep My Distance❤️🧡🔞

The Mandalorian-

Din Djarin:

{Nothing To See Here}

Death Note-

L. Lawliet:

I’m Right Here (L. Lawliet x Reader)💛

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

Baldur's Gate-

{Nothing To See Here}

Slashers-

{Nothing To See Here}

The Witcher-

Geralt:

{Nothing To See Here}

FNAF-

Glamrock Freddy:

Little Star (Glamrock Freddy x Reader)💛

S.C.P.-

SCP-049:

Fatal Touch (SCP 049 x Reader) Part 1🧡

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

❤️= NSFW (sexual content 🔞, major gore/blood, swearing, adult themes, etc.)

🧡= Angst (death, tragedy, loss, etc.)

💛= Fluff and warm fuzzies

💚= No content warnings

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

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

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

[z-ancunin]

I’m Right Here (L. Lawliet x Reader)💛

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Part 2 Here