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Red Ties

Chapter 34

Mary, a sweet Christian girl living in the city of Brooklyn as a nurse had a simple life. She loved her work, her friends and attending church every Sunday and helping Reverend McCarthy. Her life was nothing out of the ordinary. However, it all changed one day when she bumps into the intriguing and intimidating James Barnes, Brooklyn’s notorious mafia boss and is introduced to a world of guns, lust and dominance.

Warnings: BDSM, Dom/Sub, Mafia, Violence, Gang, SMUT, Sex, Possessive Bucky, Overprotectiveness, Bondage, Sexual Themes, Dark Themes, Guns, Drugs, Gang Violence

James paced in the small church office, his phone pressed hard against his ear as he listened to the never-ending ringing. He was trying to get through to Mary, but at the third attempt at calling and getting no further than her voicemail box, he sighed heavily and dropped his phone. He had well and truly messed up this time. John was slumped in his desk chair, having just witnessed the look of terror on Mary's face and the realisation of who he was.

"You need to go find her," James ordered John, who scowled up at him.

"Me, your the one who decided to bring the shipment here," he aruged, and James growled as he stormed over, towering over the reverend.

"She'll listen to you; she won't answer my calls," he snapped, and John stood, almost meeting James's gaze.

"Not now; she won't. She's trusted me her whole life, and now, after what she's seen today, she'll never want to speak or even come close to me. I told you not to fuck this up, James," he argued, and James groaned. John was right. He fucking hated it when he was right.

It was his idea to bring the guns over to the church, having thought that no one would be attending on a Friday afternoon, and with Steve on watch, it was the perfect opportunity to bring them in. John was going to store them in the back until the transaction between James and the small business requiring them had been completed.

Everyone around John was the kindest reverend to the city of New York; his ears were always open for discussion and support. He was the heart and soul of this church, giving his time and money to it. A Christian at heart. However, like many other people in this city, he had a dark secret and a past, and frankly, he wasn't ashamed. Growing up in the mafia world, he never expected to become a reverend for the church. Guaratee, it was the perfect cover story—not that he was faking any ounce of his faith in God.

His family growing up was heavily religious, and his father took him to church every Sunday for service. It was at the mature age of twelve that his father revealed who they really were. A family of power and money, although the fasade they kept up made others think otherwise. At the age of sixteen, he witnessed his first murder in front of him. a sleezy guy with no remorse, and yet John himself felt nothing for him.

He was destined to grow up in this world and become who his father was. But he didn't want to. not at first. he refused. said he didn't want to get involved in shit like that. His father only gave him a soft pat on the shoulder to relax him, which was inevitable. And from that point on, his life grew further and further into the dangerous world of violence, power, and dominance.

But he didn't want to look back on his faith. He didn't want to be a walking sin. He had spent too long praying to God, day and night, for his spot in heaven. It was as if an angel had come down to him one night and placed a pale hand on his shoulder, a sign that he should join him. He told his father of his plan to become a reverend and had expected him to laugh, throw a fit of anger, and scream and shout at his son. But he didn't. Instead, he nodded.

"If that's what needs to be done, then so be it." If becoming a reverend was going to help him with this life he was leading up to, then he had his father's respect. He wasn't ashamed of the things he'd done in the past, and sometimes he wished he was, but God was here with him now, and the only person he would let judge him would be him. He could never escape this life, and there was no point sitting and moping and praying for forgiveness when he knew he'd never receive it. So he found a balance. His love for the church and the community, and his attention to the dangerous life built for him by his bloodline.

But there was one thing he never wanted, and that was for Mary to find out. His father and James's father knew each other well, and since both their passings, James and John have come to know each other. John was much older than James and almost treated him like a son. When James came to him that afternoon, a day after meeting the sweet girl, he warned him not to mention anything about knowing him. If Mary ever found out he was involved in the deep, dark world of organised crime, she'd never come to church again, and he prided himself on offering his services to those who needed them. He was a good friend to her family, close with her father and mother, and promised to look after her while she was here.

and James had messed up.

"Fuck, you're right," he hated admitting defeat, but for once he knew he had fucked up. Mary had stormed off, and she didn't even want to speak to him. All he wanted was a chance to explain. But what would he explain? How did he know John longer than she did? How did he decide to bring over a shipment of guns into the sacred church? John was involved in his crimes and had his own history of organised crime. It was a sticky situation, one that he wasn't going to get out of very easily.

Sam and Steve were stadning silently against the wall, watching as James paced himself to madness around the office. The guns still needed to be unloaded and placed in the very back. The two of them looked at each other, giving them the same look as James furiosously typed in a number on his phone.

"Ned, it's me. I need you to do me a favour; I need you to track a phone," he ordered, as Ned typed in the background.

"What's the number?" He didn't ask for any details or explanations; it wasn't his place. As James gave out Mary's number, Steve and Sam gave each other another look, this time with wider eyes and a huff. They were in no position to argue with the boss right now, so they stayed silent. James wasn't going to let this go until he saw Mary, and with the city being so big, he'd never find her on foot. It was only a matter of seconds before Ned pinged over her location, and he rushed out of the office.

"You two get those in the back now; I'll be back later," he glanced at John before storming down the asile, the voice of the reverend calling out behind him.

"Don't fuck this up!" he yelled, and James didn't turn; he just headed on out.

Mary sighed softly as she dragged herself across the sidewalk, hugging her cold arms as the sun went in, leaving the sky grey and cloudy. She had been walking for what felt like hours, and as she glanced around the city, she hadn't a clue where she ended up. Looking up at the street signs, she realised she was far from home and wished she had gotten in her car before storming off. But she was just so mad, so angry, that all she could do was walk away and not look back.

Her feet were aching, and she was dehydrated. Coming to a stop, she looked up to see she had stopped in front of a dark bar, the door wide open with loud music blaring inside. She was desperate for a drink, so she stepped inside, cuddling herself further as she wandered into the darkness. She had never been in a bar before. Alcohol wasn't her thing. There were several wooden tables around the bar floor and a couple of booths at the back, along with bar stools at the front bar.

It was dead inside, with only two people. One sat at the bar, a man who looked middle-aged with dark, short hair and slightly wrinkled eyes. The other was a lot older and sat in the corner with at least five empty glasses around him as he stared up at the small TV playing a football game. He was pissed but kept to himself.

Mary padded up to the bar, slipping into one of the high seats, and placed her bag on top. Her phone buzzed, and she groaned as she saw it was James. He had called her three times now, but she didn't want to speak to him. She needed time. She slammed her phone down into her bag after hanging up on his call and ran her hands through her bushy hair.

Recently, it felt like every time they took a step forward, they took two steps back. First his surprise confession that he was a mafia lord and a BDSM master, then his jealosuy and threat towards Peter, and now his connection to Reverend McCarthy. The last one seemed to top them all. She felt betrayed that the one man she trusted the most, having gone to him for years with her faith and problems, was a man like James. involved in crime and murder, and yet he was supposed to be a religious man, a man devoting his life to God. However, she now realises that things aren't always what they seem. A man says he's one thing when he's actually something else.

The young barman came to her, leaning across with a kind smile. His arms were thick with tattoos, and he had a dazzling smile, dark hair, and a button shirt that was open at the collar.

"What would you like, Miss?" he said kindly, and Mary sighed.

"Just some juice, please," she answered sadly as she turned and looked over at the man not too far from her. He sipped on a small glass of brown liquid and a lime wedge, accompanied by ice and a stirrer. He sipped it well and looked over at her with a smile. Mary never drank alcohol, and yet something inside her was yelling at her to try it. Why the fuck not? After everything she's been through, she deserves to let loose and relax.

"Actually, I'll have one of those," she says nervously to the drink in the man's hand, and the barman nods, turning to fix one up for her. ' Fuck it, she thought. After all these years, she can't trust the one man she thought she could always trust. Was anything he said true? time for a change.

"You like old-fashioned," the guy said across from her, and Mary gave a shrug.

"I've never had one," she admitted, and the man raised his brows in surprise.

"Really, well, you're missing out. Barman, another for me as well." The man stood and scooted over to sit next to Mary. He was large and much older than her. He had dark hair that was turning grey in some areas, a crooked nose and lips, and saggy cheekbones. His hands were big with studdy fingers, unlike James's long, slender ones that made her body tingle just thinking about them. But now wasn't the time to think of him.

"What's your name, darling?" Mary slightly cringed at the pet name but offered a kind smile.

"Mary," she answered.

"I'm Mike; nice to meet you," he held out his hands, and Mary politely took it, shaking his.

"So what brings you here?" He asked, and Mary sighed. Right now, she didn't even care who she was talking to, just as long as it wasn't James or John.

"I had an argument with someone, and I just needed to let some steam off," she admitted.

"I'm sorry to hear that. Alcohol is very good at letting out steam. What's your go-to?".

"My go-to?" she asked curiously with furrowed brows.

"Yeah, your go-to drink?" he asked. He had a slight hint of cigarettes on his breath, and the yellowness on his fingers was confirmed. His jacket was creased and his shirt was ruffled, but Mary was taught never to judge a book by its cover. He was offering a sympathetic ear, and that was enough.

"Oh well, I never drink, normally. But I think I've had a change of heart. And like you said, it seems to blow off steam well." She smiled, and he chuckled.

"Absolutely," the barman placed two glasses of old fashion in front of them, and a small napkin slipped across. Mary picked up the drink nervously, and Mike took his, holding it up.

"Cheers," he said, and she clinked her drink with his. In an easy gulp, the man swallowed his breath as if it were water. Mary took the tiniest sip, which was enough for her to cough and splutter. The taste was strong, the alcohol hitting her brain instantly, and Mike couldn't help but laugh.

"First time is always the hardest," Mary coughed still, wiping at her mouth. The taste was so strong that she couldn't take another sip for a moment, and she wondered how James could swig this stuff down like it was water.

"That's so strong," she said, holding a hand to her chest. but the voice inside her screamed to take more, and after a couple more sips, her palete became adjusted to its bitterness. It wasn't long before alcohol hit her stream and her hands began to feel fuzzy and tingly, like she had sat on them for so long and they had gone dead.

Mike and Mary sat, talking and listening to one another. He sipped on his old-fashioned as Mary gassed on about being a nurse and a Christian and how she had never drunk alcohol before, the words soon becoming a slur as the alcohol took over. It was her first time drinking, and she was going to be on the floor soon. Mike had slipped closer to her, his horrible breath reeking over her as he nodded along to her voice, his eyes gazing into hers. But Mary was obvlious; the alcohol was having a big effect on her, and Mike was glad about it. His hand slipped a couple of times onto her knee, and Mary passed it off with a giggle as she adjusted herself on the stool.

Two more rounds of old-fashioneds came, and Mary was pissed. She giggled and hiccuped, and her head lolled to the side as she stared over at him, asking what he does. Right now, she wasn't thinking about James; she wasn't thinking about John. She wasn't thinking about anything. She was just enjoying the moment.

although the last sip of her drink made her wobble in her chair, and the barman looked over cautiously as he wiped down glasses. Even in her drunken state, Mary knew she needed to stop, and the darkness outside told her what time it was.

"I should really get going," she announced as she pulled her purse out to pay for the drinks. Mike placed a rough hand on top of hers, stopping her, and pulled out a black credit card, handing it over to the barman.

"My treat!" he grinned, but the grin was rather uncomfortable. crooked yellow teeth with dark stains in between. Mary jumped from the stool and stumbled out of the bar, a soft giggle as she began to make her way home, Mike close in her tracks.

"Here, let me take you home," he offered, and Mary shook her head.

"No, no, it's fine; I live so far away." She brushed off his request, but Mike stepped in front of her.

"Come on, we can have some fun," he growled softly, as if he were trying to sound sexy, but Mary shook her head.

"Oh no, I don't think we should." Her voice slightly trailed off as she stumbled across the sidewalk, falling into an alley beside the bar. Mike stumbled in with her, pushing her against the wall, and Mary whimpered. The alcohol was still there; however, her head was beginning to clear.

"Come on, baby, I can make you feel good," he whispered, and Mary turned her head as he tried to kiss her, his rich breath falling on her, and she gagged.

"No, Mike, this isn't." Her words were cut off as he gripped her jaw tightly, forcing her face into his, and he slammed his lips on hers. She squealed against him, fighting against his heavy body, and in a desperate attempt at escape, she bit down hard.

"Fuck, you fucking bitch," he growled as he pulled back, his lip bleeding. His rough hands grabbed her and threw her to the ground, throwing her into the concrete and beside a puddle. Mary screamed as she hit the floor hard, her arm landing on a pile of broken glass and sliding into her skin. Just her luck, she would land straight on it. Mike growled with fury as he stepped towards her, but a scuffle could only be heard next.

"Get your fucking hands off her." That voice could be recognised anywhere, even in her drunken state.

James glared into Mike with fury, his lips hard and his hands gripping the collars of his open shirt, holding him against the wall. He was much taller than Mike, who was currently squirming beneath his grip. He growled back at James, his blood running down his chin.

"Get your hands off me, asshole.".

"If you ever touch her again, if you even come near her again, I will fucking kill you." James's voice was low and meancing, with no onuce of volume but deadliness. Mike's glare turned into horror as he stared up at James, who held him firmly to the wall.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" He tried to free himself from the deadly grip, but James only shoved him harder into the wall.

"I'm her boyfriend. You don't want to cross me," he warned, and with a quick swipe, he showed the gun tucked in his belt. Mike whimpered and slid down the hall, desperate to escape, as James finally released him and watched as he ran like a scared puppy.

Mary groaned as she knelt up, looking down at her bleeding arm. "Shit," she swore. The alcohol must have taken over again because she never swore in her whole life, and the word had left her lips like it had been waiting to for many years. James rushed over to help her up, his arms hooking under hers to pull her from the floor.

"Here, let me help," he said softly as he brought Mary to her feet. Her knees were scraped, her dress was ruined, and her hair was a wild mess. Her eyes were barely open as her drunkenness became apparent to James, and he could smell the alcohol on her.

"I'm fine." She tried to pull away, but James held a firm grip on her, inspecting her arm.

"Come on, let's go home," he ordered as he walked her out of the alley. His car was just parked outside the bar. Ned had given him the location of the bar, and he was so glad he had left when he did; otherwise, he may not have gotten there in time. It scared him to think about what could have happened to Mary had he not turned up, and it scared Mike to death. He was certain he wasn't going to see him again, and if he did, he would most certainly hurt him for hurting Mary.

"I don't need you to take me home; I can go there myself." Her words were a slur, and she could barely hold herself up. Despite knowing she was furious with him, he wasn't going to let her go home on her own in this state.

"Have you been drinking?" he asked with furrowed brows.

"Just one; I can drink, you know," she sassed, and James sighed. She had more than one bloody drink.

"I'm taking you home; you can't go home on your own like this," he said sternly as he brought her to his car. Blood was running down her arm and dripping onto her dress, and James didn't want the public to see her like this.

"Oh, so you're in charge of me now," she teased, and James opened the door, ushering her in. If he weren't in this situation, he would have turned around and said yes, with sexy eyes and a kiss to her throat. But right now, all that mattered was getting her home safe and cleaning her up. James slipped into the driver's seat and reached over to get her seatbelt, but she battered him away.

"I can do it," she snapped as she tried to grab the belt, but her hands were so numb to the point they slipped, and she giggled, trying to find the belt again, but she wasn't anywhere near it. James reached over with one swift move and tugged the belt, buckling her in. If she wasn't hurt right now, he'd take her over his knee and spank her back to sobriety.

Mary sighed and dropped her head against the seat. The car roared to life, and he powered down the road.

"I'm mad at you," she murmured, and James stared forward.

"I know," he said softly back.

"You know, I was just a normal Christian girl before I bumped into you; I was so innocent, and now my whole life has just been thrown upwards like a ball. like a football. or a basketball. And now I'm a mafia kingpins girlfriend who does crazy hot kinky stuff, which I enjoy." James couldn't help the smirk reach his lips at the last sentence. Perhaps drunken Mary was something he wanted to see more often. At least she was honest.

"I'm sorry," he said, and he meant it. He didn't want to keep thinking like this. Where had their sweet honeymoon phase gone? It seemed to have ended so quickly. but, like they say, it doesn't last forever.

"Don't be sorry; I like when you bring out those things you call toys," she murmured as her eyes closed and James chuckled. He wasn't saying sorry for the kinky shit; he meant for the fact that he had fucked up again. Now that he had it on record, she admitted to liking the kinky life. but that wasn't the focus of this.

Instead of saying anymore, it was more important to get her home cleaned up. Her arm was bleeding, and she was cold and wet. James pulled into the driveway and raced around the car to help Mary out. She stumbled along the stone driveway, clinging onto his arm as he pulled her inside, and she hissed at the sudden pain in her arm. She was turning into a tired, drunk state now and could barely keep her eyes open.

"Mary, just step up." James became slightly frustrated as she slipped on the steps, giggling and rolling about as he tried to get her up. She was making no effort to step up, and in a huff of inpatience, James threw her over his shoulder and carried her up. It was like battling a stubborn child.

After a battle of getting her into some dry and warm pjyamas, the next task of cleaning her arm came. He held her arm steady in his firm grip as he pulled out tiny pieces of glass wedged in her skin, dropping them into a small bowl he found in the bathroom.

"Oww. I don't know how you can do this all day long," she slurred as she sat cross-legged in front of him on the bed. James furrowed his brows at her in confusion.

"What do you mean?" he asked, pulling the last piece of glass out of her arm.

"I'm sure you've had your fair share of injuries over the years. Plus the drinking. That stuff is vile. I knew I should have stopped at one," James chuckled softly. Why is Mary so confident and sassy when she's drunk? She was right, though; he had had his fair share of injuries. none of them as easy as picking out glass. A couple slugs here and there, and a knife wound to his leg. The drinking—well, he started at the age of sixteen, so it was like second nature to him. He didn't dignify her question with an answer as he wrapped her arm in a tight bandage.

"Come on, you need some rest and to sleep this off," he gently ordered as he pulled back the covers for her.

"You know, I wish I could ignore you sometimes. perhaps the day we met. But you make it so hard, and I can't help but want more of you. Even if you are a mafia, whatever it is, you call yourself," she slipped in the covers, burying herself deep in the pillows as James wrapped her in the warm duvet. He stared at her from above, silent in his own world.

She knew he was bad for her, and yet she couldn't resist him. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

"You're like the devil sometimes. So tempting and sexy and hot and handsome. Even right now, I'm thinking about you," she mumbled into the pillow as sleep began to take over. James smiled, sitting on the edge of the bed, stroking her head softly until he heard faint snores. Without getting in the covers, he turned on his side, draped his arm over her, and pressed himself against her, his face nuzzling the back of her head.

"So am I"

Chapter 35

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real-bucky-barnes · 4 months

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*Gives candle*

I have no fucking clue who “Sebastian Stan” is but I hate this candle.

Steve, unfortunately, loves it, and has taken a liking to putting it in random places just to annoy me.

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nickfowlerrr · 2 years

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i can see it now

pairing: sebastian x curvy!reader

warnings: 18+ only. unprotected sex. fluff. these two wanna have a baby lol.

words: 1.1k

notes: what is this, you ask? who knows. i woke up at 2 something am (so like two hours ago) and ended up being sick - i’m not saying it’s bc i ate raw cookie dough earlier but if i had to guess 🥴 - anyway i was lying down trying to comfort myself and i wrote this little thing. admittedly i didn’t read through it and it’s not edited so i’m sure there’s some errors. i’ve never written for rp before (& i don’t think i will again 😬) and it’s very likely i’ll end up deleting this bc it’s really just self indulgent comfort smut but i thought i’d share it for now. good night. or morning. or whatever lol. 😚

“What do you think our kids will look like?” he asked as he pulled you closer into him, the comforter laid on top of your intertwined bodies.

“Hm,” you thought for a second. This was never a topic you had fully broached before yet he spoke with such certainty that it would happen. And as you thought, you realized how much you liked the idea of having kids with him. It felt right. You leaned your head up and with one hand tilted his down to you as you kissed his cheek. “Just as pretty as you,” you answered as you nuzzled into the crook of his neck.

Sebastian smiled as he stared down at you adoringly. “That was gonna be my answer,” he playfully chided as he squeezed you tighter.

“You wanna have kids with me?” he asked a little more seriousness in his voice now.

You didn’t need much of any time to think about it before you nodded against his chest. Pulling your head back to look at him while you answered, a soft “yeah” slipping past your lips.

His lips soon met yours in a gentle kiss as your hands wandering soothingly along each other’s bodies. The gentleness soon gave way to neediness and before you knew it you were slipping out of your pajamas and wrapping your legs around him while he moved to get on top of you.

“You’re gonna make me a daddy,” he whispered against your cheek as he laid atop you, slowly entering you with ease. Your hands were clutching his back as your eyes shut in pleasure, your back arching as your walls welcomed him.

You nodded fervently before his name started falling from your lips.

“Sebastian,” you moaned as he got a little faster, hands at your wide, fleshy hips holding you in place while he thrusted into you.

Somehow it was still gentle as he rocked his cock inside of you, stimulating your clit with his every move.

You felt yourself coming undone so much sooner than you normally did, your walls constricting around him as he leaned more of his weight into you, chasing his own end. You were panting and mewling beneath him as he took you apart so expertly.

“I love you, baby,” he panted in your ear. “So fucking much.”

You felt like crying as his thumb found your sensitive clit and began rubbing in tight circles, sending you head first into your orgasm while cries of his name and whimpers of “I love you”s came tumbling past your lips.

Sebastian was right behind you, ghosting the skin of your neck with his kisses and nipping your sensitive flesh every so often until his kisses became more bruising and he began rutting into you with little restraint.

“I’m gonna come,” he groaned as his grip on your hips tightened. “I’m gonna come inside you,” he moaned.

“Please,” you begged softly as your hands ran up and down his strong arms while he continued to keep his hold on you. “Sebastian, please,” you moaned out, the heels of your feet digging into his ass as you urged him closer, refusing to let him pull out - as if he was going to anyway.

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned as your walls tightened around him again, causing him to lose his rhythm completely as he spilled inside of you as deep as he could, filling you up while he emptied himself in your tight hole. When he was thoroughly satisfied, he slowly pulled out of you, placing kisses all over your face before he collapsed on top of you, his head on your chest as both of you were still regaining your breath.

Your fingers were playing in his hair, nails raking gently along his scalp while he hugged you and nuzzled further into the warmth of your chest, placing soft kisses along your skin every so often.

“You’re amazing,” he mumbled against you. “I love you so goddamn much,” he continued.

You couldn’t fight the smile that took over your face at his words.

“I love you, too,” you whispered, content to have him fall asleep atop you while you lulled him to sleep. His body weight a comfort you enjoyed having on top of you.

“You’re gonna be a great mom,” he spoke, his face nuzzling into your warm breast while he sighed in comfort. Your eyes threatened to water at his words as he cuddled you tighter for a moment.

“Yeah?” you asked.

“Mhm,” he nodded against you. “You’re gonna be amazing.”

“I’m not pregnant yet,” you breathed a smile.

“Says who?” he challenged.

You laughed softly at him, your hands now rubbing up and down his back slowly and soothingly.

“Whenever it is we get pregnant,” you began, “You’re gonna be amazing, too. I can already see you now,” you smiled as you felt him do the same against your skin.

“We’re gonna have the cutest kids ever,” he said confidently.

“Oh, without a doubt,” you agreed.

“And so talented,” he continued.

“Award winners,” you nodded in agreement, your soft smile never leaving your lips.

“Just like their mom,” he grinned proudly.

“Just like their dad,” you reminded him in response.

He pushed himself up as he hovered above you, looking you in your eyes before he leaned closer. “I love you,” he told you again before his lips brushed yours.

“I love you,” you responded, feeling like the luckiest soul in the world. You met his lips again with a kiss of your own that had him smiling into you.

He moved himself down and over to lay beside you as he tugged you closer to him. He let his hand smooth over your curves as you laid on your side against him, rounding the shape of your ass before tickling down your thick thigh and back up again before he eventually rounded your hip and gently ran his fingers over your soft tummy. He kept at it, tickling you as his hands wandering all over - like he wanted to feel every inch of your skin under his light, careful touch while he admired your soft breathing and contented sighs and fluttering lashes as you melted into him. His arm wrapped around you as you cuddled into one another and eventually both of you fell asleep with peaceful smiles on your faces, dreams of your future together playing through your minds.

Only good things were on their way and you knew you had so much to look forward to with Sebastian by your side.

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secretroleplayer · 10 months

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we're in our barbie era now!

sebastian stan x margot robbie manip

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bittwitchy · 8 months

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Sebastian Stan Nick Fowler, the 355 (2022)

Bonus: Mirror set here.

#mine #mine.#please don't add to gif hunts/claim as your own/edit without permission. thank you!#sebastian stan #sstanedit #sebstanedit #sebastianstanedit #the 355 #the355edit #355edit #nick fowler #nickfowleredit #i couldnt fit the mirror portion in the gifset too and still have it be viable for rp so #its its own thing ur welcome

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jamesbucklebarnes · 14 days

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I haven't made any formal posts or anything but I was wondering if anyone out there is interested in a Stucky rp? I'm in no way caught up on Marvel but I've been watching a lot of stuff with sebastian stan & it's got me thinking about them but I'm a literate style rper and I'd love to do an au or something! message me if you're interested at all :D I'd be looking to play Bucky

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beldamgifs · 1 year

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georgiaheartsdilfs · 2 years

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Could you do a story of being with Jeremy but you become a vamp; Kol saves you and you become sired to him. (You were in love with Kol for a long time but never said anything), the two were only best friends but reader does love Jeremy but reader she didn't know she still had feelings for Kol till she found out she was sired. (Kol never abused his power of sired).

Complications | Jeremy Gilbert x Kol Mikaelson x Reader

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(you are red italics in phone calls)

"drink" Kol's voice echoes through my mind as holds his wrist to my mouth, it had been years since his voice was the only thing i could hear as blood leaked from my hip uncontrollably.

My boyfriend Jeremy hold my hand "do it." he whispers, although Kol had betrayed him, Kol was the only person Jeremy trusted to save me despite Damon and Stefan being in the room.

I huff, everything starts spinning at random paces, making me dizzy.

Kol shoves his wrist in my mouth, forcing the blood into my mouth and I try to spit it out "now you have to kill me." I say as the pain eases up "easy" Damon walks over before snapping my neck.

Jumping up I look around, Kol, Jeremy and Elena were all around me.

"What the fuck" I huff, pulling my shorts down a bit to check my once blood covered hip to realise it had nothing on it, no cut or scratch.

Getting out of bed I hug Jeremy, his arms instantly wrapping around my waist, thankful for my survival.

"if I had to be a vampire or dead, i'd choose dead." I say letting go of Jeremy turning to Kol "well you were dead, but then you became a vampire." he says sarcastically and I roll my eyes.

Although Jeremy had claimed to have met Kol when he was at art school he didn't know my encounter with Kol years ago at a bar with my fake ID. We instantly hit it off but then he disappeared with his brother and I never saw him again until a couple years ago, and then he left again but now he's back.

"Well I guess Damon sped the process" my hand rubbing the back of my neck "I did yell at him" Elena smiled as I laughed, Jeremy and Elena had to go back to Alaric who still thought they were at the Salvatores.

"Call me when you get home yeah?" I say kissing Jeremy and he nods "promise." he smiles as I blush, I truly did love Jeremy, more than anything in the world.

Elena and Jeremy left Kol and I in my room, "forcing that into my mouth, funny." I say tying my hair into a bun as Kol crosses his arms "you're lucky i like you more than the average human." Kol mumbles in his weird british accent.

"well i'm not human anymore, Mikaelson." I mumble running my hands through my hair in a frustrated manner, "I'd much rather have died." my head turns to him as he shrugs "not your choice to make when i can save you as quick as you can die." his eyes looked at me from my head to my toes.

"i was actually worried i wouldn't make it on time." Kol chuckled and I huffed "I knew you wouldn't take anyone else's blood" he winked at me.

Kol and I had been bestfriend for years, since I was 15... I may have been young at the time but I didn't know he was a vampire until I was 18 which was 2 years ago.

"if you need me, call me, this whole vampire thing can be tricky." he smiled before walking out.

I sat down on my bed, my phone began to rang and I jumped. Everything felt different, sure I was... me. Maybe it was how sensitive I was to the light, despite having a ring.

Maybe it was because I was hungry even though there was a blood bag next to my room that I had already drunk, but suddenly I felt the sudden urge to scream. Be Angry.

Until I answered the phone.

that was quick

sure was, how is it?

its all different but Kol said he'd help me

yeah i don't trust him y/n

it's alright, i trust him Jer

i trust your judgement i guess

what's with the i guess hun

it was just weird how he knew you were in trouble

mikaelsons are unpredictable Jer, you can't really tell with them.

i'll let you rest, you've been through death today, literally.

i love you jer

i love you too y/n

He didn't sound too sure about this whole vampire thing, but given that at the age of 17 he was a vampire hunter I wouldn't put it past him to accidentally kill me.

the next week

Kol you need to get here, I can't even like breath

Well of course you can breath

oh... that's weird... i can.

of course you can breath love, you're not lung deficient. Anything Else?

how do I do the jump and hunting and fast running.

i'll be over in a couple of minutes

Jeremy was currently in school, it was almost the end of the semester so the finals were coming up and he was studying really hard meaning he spent most of his time doing tests.

Not that it bothered me too much, I loved him enough to know that he wasn't lying and I support him of course.

Especially since whilst he was doing his thing, i'd get Kol to visit often to help me. Damon had refused to let him in the house, given that he owns it but Kol compels him to let him in so... Mikaelsons win once again.

Recently I had been feeling this sudden urge to kiss Kol, be in his presence all the time almost like I was 15 once again. I felt in love but I was fully aware that I love Jeremy, he is my boyfriend and I will marry him.

Well that's what I've been telling myself in the mirror for the past week.

The old feelings that I used to have for Kol had arisen once again after I had thought that they had been diminished for good, they appeared out of no where.

Now when he grabs me my heart races face, my tone changes and my attitude shifts.

Kol barges into my room suddenly, interrupting my thoughts "why do I feel the urge to kiss you all the time?" I question him "Well hello love" he raises an eyebrow suspiciously.

"why do I feel like i'm in love with you again?" I continue getting off my bed "again?" he deflects, his words making a print on my mind, the british accenting barely helping whatever was happening inside of me.

"Kol, I have a boyfriend are you like compelling me." I give him a displeased look and he looks at me in my eye "bite me in my arm." he demands and my facial expression changes to confused "what- no" I mumble yet my body disobeyed my brain.

My mouth connecting to his arm before my vampire teeth pierce through his skin "stop" he says and I immediately pull away wiping my mouth "what the fu-" "i can't believe it" Kol says in a fascinated manner.

"what Kol what!" I exclaim, the stress in my tone was more obvious than the fact that I was a female.

"you're sired to me." he mumbles giving me an odd look "sired?" I ask "you, died with my blood in your system meaning that you are apart of my vampire line, also meaning that if I told you to jump off mount everest you'd do it, but you won't" he says.

"what I don't understand, is why you love me." he mumbles.

"being sired only means that you prove you're loyal to me, the emotions are brought up when you turn and they are more present then meaning..." he says coming to a realisation "what- no" I cut him off.

"and the sire bond would enhance it in a way, being forced to do my biddings." his eyes not leaving mine "i love Jeremy" although saying that in front of Kol felt like a lie, I knew it wasn't.

"I didn't say that you don't love Jeremy, you're just having complications." he says giving me a confused smirk and I nod "right" clearing my throat before I walk off.

Grabbing my wrist he spins me around "but you were in love with me before, was this before you turned 18?" he questions me "yes, what?" I say "so I did have a chance?" he asks and I shake out of his tight grip.

"god that's so much easier, and yes you did although you're 1000 i was 15." I mumble before walking out.

"Jeremy" he says before I spin around "You love him, that's why you're still with him right?" his eyes narrowed towards me and I nod "of course, I wouldn't be with someone I don't love." I chuckle awkwardly.

Walking to the front door I open it to find Jeremy with a bunch of flowers "Happy One Year Anniversary Y/n" his bright, contagious smile replicating onto my face.

"I was just about to go get you a present" I chuckle, it was a lie. I had been so caught up in my feelings for Kol I forgot about our anniversary today.

"So no Vamp Training?" Kol asks me "Of course not, I was kidding" I chuckle awkwardly and I can tell my words affected his moods.

"Alright" Kol huffed before shoving outside past Jer and I.

"what's wrong with him?" Jeremy asks as I kiss him on the cheek and I shrug "Just Complications." my voice wasn't convincing but Jeremy seemed to believe it.

I wasn't going to ruin another relationship because of an old crush.

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