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The Time of the Prey (1)

Summary: The younger sister of the most talked about princess in the kingdoms really can’t do much except smile and nod. When Natasha, your sister, finally goes to moves all of you to Shieldshire to marry her beloved Prince Steve you are left with your art, all alone. But one Knight took it upon himself to keep you company, and that company was all you needed to get through wedding season. Will that company last or will it be ripped away from the both of you? A war is starting and it seems targets are being made.

Pairing: Knight!Bucky x Princess!Reader

Words: 4.4k

Warnings: nothing much, fluff and setting the scene

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Smile and nod. 

You crouched in front of your trunk and gently placed the clothes you were taking on the trip in, pushing them down to make room for the other dresses you were also packing. The rain pattered against your window as you hummed a tune, though you can’t remember where it was from, it seemed to be the song you hummed most often. 

The trunk was made of strong wood with brass hinges and locks, it had been dented and repaired a few times due to your clumsiness. The brass isn’t as strong as gold, you found this out from comparing it to your old sister’s trunk she took on trips; if Natasha, your older sister, would dent the trunk she’d immediately get a new one rather than repair it. 

Natasha’s room was also bigger than yours, she had more windows and more vanity space. She had two handmaids as well, which was two more than you. Right now, as you packed she was most likely sitting on her chair and telling her maids what to bring and where to put it, not even lifting a finger. Natasha was most likely sitting with her back straight, holding a mirror as she brushed her red hair. Or she was squealing like a child over another letter from her future husband, Prince Steve. 

The door flew open, “let me read you this!” Natasha had run in and jumped on your bed, “it’s a letter from Prince Steve, he’s so excited to see me tomorrow!” 

You looked up and smiled at her, nodding your head. 

“Well,” Natasha whispered, “can I read it?’ 

“Sure,” you sighed and continued packing your things. 

“My dearest, Natasha- ugh, he’s such a prince,” she gasped, “anyways, my dearest, Natasha. As you know tomorrow is an important day for the two of us, we will finally meet. I receive and read your letters almost every other day, they are the height of my waking moments, but I feel as though nothing will compare to how I’ll feel when I finally see you tomorrow. I’ve been sent small paintings of you and you’ve described what you look like, your red hair will flow like water as we run to each other, I’ll finally feel your warm embrace which is all I’ve ever wanted.” Natasha took a deep breath, “and he finishes with: I’ve been dreaming about this day since I was a child, I can not fathom that this will be true, but I can’t wait to spend my life with you- he’s so poetic…” Natasha sighed and stretched out on your bed, almost as if that letter had taken her breath away in the literal sense. 

“That’s a very lovely letter, sister,” you nodded as you finished putting in your clothes. 

“When will you marry?” Natasha asked as she sat up, “we are only three years apart and you are of age, what is taking so long?” 

“Well, Natasha,” you sighed and sat back on your calves, “mother can only do so much, she is spending her time on you because you are the oldest, I don’t know when I’ll get married but it’s not like it’s going to matter.” 

“It will matter,” Natasha scowled, “it will matter to you but not the public.” 

“Our entire existence is for the public, Natasha,” you were beginning to get aggravated, “I was not born out of love, I was born out of politics. Knowing that I must do the same makes me sick,” you crossed your arms. 

“I find it romantic,” Natasha whispered, “I can’t wait to be a mother and marry Prince Steve, one day I’ll be the queen of Shieldshire,” her eyes drifted away as she daydreamed. 

“It’s a mouthful,” you muttered.

“Well, you are obviously sour,” Natasha stood and walked to her door, “I’ll just go talk to mother about princess things because it is obvious you don’t want to be one,” she turned on her heel and quickly left, closing the door behind her. 

“Glad someone notices,” you rolled your eyes before closing the truck. Being unladylike was something of a specialty for you, over your life you had found ways to do it behind your mother’s back but still in front of Natasha so she’d lose her temper. 

Though your room was small with a window you managed to capitalize on the space on the walls. Your art hung everywhere around your room, with different size canvases and different ways of art filling the space. You had sculpted the head of someone from a sketch you drew, it was the hardest piece but the most fulfilling. Paintings of lakes on royal grounds, the queen’s guard, and the massive ballrooms filled with different people were scattered everywhere. You had made sure to make room for a small palette and canvases, taking out a few dresses which didn’t matter to you. 

Tensions were high throughout the royal families, Shieldshire and the Southlands- your land and Prince Steve’s lands -were not fighting at all, the two families that ruled had been allies for years on end, always a safe bet to marry into each other’s family. There hadn’t been a wedding between the Southlands and Shieldshire in many generations, there had been other politics to be taken care of. But Hydra’s Hill and Red River were about to start a war, whispers travelled through every meeting that took place in the throne room at Southlands, you had always been the one to fill Natasha in later. 

You didn’t know if it was a land dispute between the two smaller kingdoms or something else that had never been explained before. All you knew was that Red River and Hydra’s Hill never liked one another, never married into each other, and never liked how the little land they had shared a border. There had always been tension but with the number of allies and weddings happening you knew everything was about to snap. 

That was why Natasha was going to marry Prince Steve, not because they will fall in love. 

But because Shieldshire can provide food to the common folk if a war breaks out. 

And Southlands can provide an army.

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“Thank you,” you muttered to the driver of the carriage as you stepped in, your mother and Natasha were You could hear the two horses that were going to pull the carriage getting antsy, they were stomping their hooves and making the occasional sound. It was a very hot spring day, out of the ordinary for the season but it meant that summer was close. Natasha would get married in late summer, it had always been her favourite time of year. Through the open windows, you could see the buds beginning to show on the trees around the courtyard, you watched as a light breeze moved the thin branches.

“Let’s go!” Natasha cheered as she jumped into the carriage.

“Natasha,” your mother, Lady Melina, scolded as she stepped in, “you can’t be this unladylike when you’re meeting Prince Steve.”

“Sorry mother,” Natasha muttered.

“Y/N,” your mother looked at you, “did you pack your easel and canvases?”

“Yes,” you nodded, you hadn’t packed all of it.

“I got you that trunk for your art supplies, why is it not in the back of the carriage?” Your mother knew that you never wanted to be a princess, she was happy you had fallen so in love with art. She had told you once it was always easier to raise someone who didn’t know they were a princess rather than one who did; though Natasha was her favourite, you were easier to raise.

“There wouldn't be enough room,” you said it like that was common knowledge, shaking your head a little.

“There’s room back there, I’m not bringing a lot.” Lady Melina got the driver's attention, “check the back to see if there’s room, please.”

“There isn’t,” the driver shook his head, “it was hard to close it, there’s a lot of baggage back there, Lady Melina.” the driver walked away with a bow, and soon the carriage began to move.

“How much did you pack?” your mother turned to Natasha, “I hope you know all your gifts will be fabric and dresses, you could have packed nothing and you would have a full wardrobe by the end of the week.”

“I love all my dresses,” Natasha said as she played with her hair, “I couldn’t leave some behind.”

“Yes you could have,” your mother gently smacked her thigh, “very few people are going to gift Y/N anything, you know this,” you didn’t think your mother would get so upset, “art is her favourite thing, you could have left room for her.”

“Mother,” you sighed, “it’s fine.”

“That’s very selfish, Natasha.” your mother rolled her eyes and looked out the window.

You were sitting on your own on one bench, and your mother and Natasha were sitting across from you. No one was talking after your mother’s scolding, you really didn’t think it was that big of a deal because it wasn’t the first time Natasha only thought about herself, she was your big sister who grew up with a spotlight on her, she wanted to keep on her and you couldn’t blame her.

As the country land passed by, you found yourself tuning out the muttered conversation between Natasha and your mother, Natasha had asked a question which lead to a civil conversation. There were a few farms as you passed, people recognized a royal carriage and waved as you passed, and you leaned out the window and waved back.

The driver leaned over, “there’s a farmer up ahead with food, should I stop?”

“Yes!” you yelled, turning around to see the driver.

The carriage came to a stop and you leaned out the window, waving the farmer over.

“H-hello, your royalty,” he was very shy and his daughter was hugging his leg, “we heard you were coming down this path, I-I have some fruits if you’d like?” he held up a small basket, “you don’t need to take any, just thanks for all you’ve for us folk on the farms, thank you, Lady Melina.” your mother was the one who made the laws for your kingdom.

“Of course,” she smiled and took the basket into the carriage, “thank you for your hard work, sir.”

You and Natasha smiled, you leaned over and looked at the small girl who was still very shy, “what’s your name?”

She slowly looked up, “m-my name is Betty.”

My grandmother, you thought, “such a pretty name.”

Soon enough you were back on the road, making your way to Shieldshire with food to keep you all awake. You sketched in the book you brought in the carriage, trying to capture the budding trees and clouds in the sky. Your mother was stitching while Natasha sat and was still with only her hands rubbing one another.

You knew she was nervous, her time writing to Prince Steve was over and now she had to meet him in real life, which would make anyone nervous.

“So, Natasha,” you placed your book down, “what colour do you think the curtains in your room will be?” it was a very specific question but making her think about something else while relating it back to the castle would calm her down.

She just looked at you for a moment, “maybe a dark red?” she asked, “I will have to see what the inside looks like, if it’s a light grey stone then it will be dark red but if it’s dark grey stones than I don’t know what it would be, they shouldn’t have too many darks.”

“But you will like it all the same,” your mother chimed in.

“We know,” you spoke for Natasha, “she will love everything, Natasha is beyond excited, the colour of the curtain won’t make her run back to the carriage, I’m just…” you twirled your hand around to try and find the word, “distracting her from being stressed out, mother.” you quickly glanced at Natasha and she nodded towards you with a smile, she might be a hassle but she was still your sister.

As the castle began to show on the horizon Natasha became extremely nervous, constantly asking if any hairs were out of place or if her makeup had smudged anywhere. You stayed calm, telling her she was beautiful as always. Your mother stayed composed as well, sitting there like nothing was happening.

When the carriage turned into the courtyard you leaned over and grabbed Natasha’s hand, “you’ll make a great wife, Natasha, Prince Steve is lucky to have you.”

Natasha nodded, a smile growing on her face. Before the carriage stopped Natasha jumped out of the car, running with her arms wide to meet the man who stood at the top of the steps. He was also running down to meet her, a smile wide on his face. When they met they embraced for a while, swaying in the middle of the massive staircase to their castle.

With the number of letters Natasha had read to you, Prince Steve was a pretty decent match to his descriptions. He was taller than her with short blond hair that curved to one side at the front, you could see his blue eyes from the carriage. He was dressed in his nicest clothes, a heavily detailed tunic with form-fitting pants as well.

As you opened the carriage door your mother grabbed your wrist, “I know you are younger than her,” she spoke quietly, “but you are wiser, I also know you do not wish to participate in the…political act of getting married,” she looked out the window again to see Natasha and Prince Steve waiting for the two of you, “just tell me if anyone meets your eye.”

You smiled and nodded before getting out of the carriage, helping your mother out as well. Both of you took your time as you walked up the step, your hands gently holding your skirt up to make sure you didn’t embarrass yourself in front of Natasha’s suitor.

“Lady Melina,” Prince Steve slightly bowed his head, “it is beyond a pleasure to finally meet you and your daughter. And you, Princess Y/N.”

“The honour is mine,” you spoke as if it was second nature; because it was.

As the Prince talked you looked around the setting, seeing six knights standing by the entrance, three on either side. They all had their helmets off and did not wear armour, just their sword on their belt. The only reason you knew they were knights was that they wore chainmail over a tunic with the family crest on it, an eagle. After scanning the knights once you looked at the height and intricacy of the castle, seeing its massive towers and flag.

You didn’t look for too long because the hair on the back of your neck stood up, the feelings of eyes on you weren’t new, but the intensity of the stare was. You looked over your shoulder to see the carriage driver working with the servant of Shieldshire to bring in the many trunks your sister had packed, when you looked forward again your mother had her arm out, a sign for you to take it.

“Are you alright?” she whispered as Natasha and Prince Steve walked in front of them.

“Yes,” you patted her hand, “don’t worry about me.”

Before you walked into the castle the feeling intensified, your eyes feeling the tug to look to your left. You had finally found the source, the third knight was looking at you. When he noticed you spotted him the knight slowly blinked and bowed his head, a gentle hello. You did the same and couldn't help but smile a little.

The knight stood tall, his long brown hair falling to his shoulders. His eyes were like crashing waves, pulling you in. you didn’t get a good look at his face but you saw enough to know he was your type, strong and beautiful. When you looked over your shoulder before the door closed you caught his eyes again, this time he had a smirk on his face before you looked at him.

When you looked forward a gasp left your body without thinking. The castle was grand and beautiful, you had always known your castle was on the smaller side but compared to this beast of a building your home looked like a shack.

The first and main room you walked into was open, there were benches everywhere with people walking around. It seemed as though common folk of the higher class could come and go as they please, there were knights at every corner and doorway. The walls were textured and carefully placed with light grey stones, as you walked around the outside of the common room your hand felt the wall as you looked up to the tremendously high ceiling. Each window in the common room was made of different shards of stained glass, casting colourful shadows below it. As you walked on the reflection of the ground a laugh escaped your lips, no one was paying attention to you so you jumped from each chunk of red reflection to another. There were red, blue, green, and yellow shards placed together to make an oval window.

Most of the guards stayed in the common room once you passed through the threshold to the royal areas. Each room seemed to be larger than the one before, the throne room was massive.

“Weddings, funerals, any celebration is held in here,” Prince Steve said as he looked at Natasha, “most of the space goes unused but when there is something to celebrate we seem to feel squeezed.”

“I bet it will feel that way when we marry,” Natasha said to Prince Steve, “so many people,” she gasped to herself. “Can't you believe it, Y/N?” she turned to ask you but you were elsewhere, still in the same room as Natasha but your mind had wandered.

“Y/N,” your mother scolded, “listen to your sister.”

“Sorry, mother,” you bowed slightly and looked at Natasha who repeated what she said, “yes, your wedding will be grand, I can’t wait to see you walk down the aisle.”

When Natasha looked content with your answer you went back to looking at the small details of the room, I could paint this, you thought to yourself. Though most of the flooring was grey and stone you found everything was so different. The floor was sleek and had such shine you thought they were wet, the walls were still textured you bet you could paint the way they felt. Behind the golden throne, there were three massive stained glass windows, casting colourful light everywhere in the open space.

“The windows-” you began to ask but found no one was listening, your mother and sister were walking towards the throne and the knights followed Prince Steve and Princess Natasha.

“What were you saying?” a voice came from behind you.

You turned around to see the same knight who smiled at you before, his chain mail slightly rustling as he leaned down to whisper. When he was up close you could see a few scars on his face, one ran right above his eyebrow. His smile was shining, you could see his slightly crooked teeth.

“The stained glass,” you pointed around, “it’s beautiful.”

“Yes it is,” he nodded and stood tall, “they’re all around the castle, your chambers will have a window.” he walked with the group, “you are Princess Natasha’s younger sister, am I correct?”

“Yes I am,” you slightly bowed, it was second nature. “You are, Ser…?”

“James,” he quickly filled in the question, “Ser James.”

“I am Y/N,” you smiled at him, looking forward for a second to make sure you were still with the group.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Princess Y/N.”

“Thank you,” you looked down for a moment, his gaze was too intense.

You walked with the group as Prince Steve showed off the rest of the castle, eventually, he and Natasha broke apart from the group and left their handmaids and knights to escort you and your mother to their quarters. Two knights left and walked with Prince Steve and Natasha, two went with your mother, Ser James was the only one left with you; as well as a handmaid.

“Wait here, I'll find another guard,” James was about to walk away but you quickly stopped him, grabbing his wrist.

“I don’t need an escort, I’ll be fine with you and…” you looked at the handmaid.

“Bellona,” she squeaked.

“Bellona,” you repeated, “I’m awfully tired and I want to explore.”

Ser James just nodded his head and began to walk in an opposite direction than where your mother or Natasha went, he took a few turns before heading up the stairs. Bellona was walking behind you and Ser James was in front of you, he kept looking back to make sure you were still with him.

When you reached your room he opened the door for you, letting you walk in and take in the room. It was bigger than the one at home, the first thing you noticed was the stained glass window. You quickly walked up to it and pressed your hand against the blue shard, and then the yellow, and then the green.

“They really are everywhere,” you whispered.

“I do not lie,” Ser James took a step in.

“I never said you did,” you turned around a smirked, “why don’t you Knights wear normal shiny armour all the time?”

“Because,” Ser James shrugged, “Shieldshire is very…relaxed when it comes to formality, if we were being attacked I would be ready in less than five minutes.”

“But what if five minutes is too long?” you walked over to him, taking your sketchbook from Bellona who picked it up from the carriage.

“Then I will be dead,” Ser James looked above your head, checking the room, “I would have died in honour of the castle.”

“And you’re okay with that?” you asked, wondering how someone could.  

“You don’t need to know that answer,” his eyes flicked down to you, “are you satisfied with the room, Princess?” his tone had turned sharp, you had been royal all your life and you knew when someone turned to extra formality they were upset.

“I-” you placed a hand on your chest, “I’m sorry, I said too much.” you shook your head, “I shouldn’t have asked that, my apologies, Ser James.”

“That’s alright,” he tilted his head to look down at you, “you’re forgiven,” but you didn’t know for sure, “the rest of your baggage will be brought up soon, is there anything else you need?”

“Just need to make sure you aren’t mad?” you asked slowly, trying to break out a smile to see if he will copy you.

A breathy laugh escaped his lips, his eyes travelled up and around before coming back down to you, “do not worry yourself, I am not cross,” you giggled at the word ‘cross’, “what?” he laughed, showing the creases near his eyes.

“You sound like my mother,” you laughed.

“She’s one scary woman,” he muttered out of the corner of his mouth, his face dropped, “don’t tell her I said that, please.”

“Let's just act this like conversation never happened, I didn’t step on your toes and you didn’t insult my mother, agreed, Ser James?” you stuck out your hand.

“Agreed, Princes Y/N,” he took your hand and shook it, “and you don’t need to have the Ser, by the way, call me Bucky.”

“Then don’t call me Princess,” you tilted your head to the side.

All he could do was give a bashful smile, “have a nice night, Princess Y/N.”

“And you, Ser James.”

When the door closed and you were left alone in your room, Bellona was nowhere to be found, you twirled around for a moment, letting out all the feelings you were trying to keep hidden in front of James. He was a very attractive man and when he talked to you it sent shivers down your spine, he looked at you in a way no one had; he actually saw you.

After jumping up and down a few times with a squeal you jumped onto the large bed in your room, hugging yourself as you closed your eyes and replayed the conversation again. His smile and his laugh, the way he held your hand when he shook it. Part of you wanted to run and tell Natasha but you also knew she was probably drooling after her actual suitor.

Your room had light stone walls without any curtains because the stained glass deflected some of the light. The bedding was a light yellow colour with poles sticking upon each of the four corners of the bed, holding up a cover on your bed which had light yellow hanging off of it; giving you some sort of cover if you chose to let it fall to the ground. Your clothes hadn’t been brought up but they would go in the large cabinet which would be your closet, there were already three dresses waiting for you; Natasha probably had ten waiting for her. The vanity was a sleek piece of wood that looked to be stained to make it look darker, there was a mirror with a very intricate gold frame. A few makeup products sat on the desk as well as a hairbrush.

“Here are your things, Princess Y/N,” someone had walked in with your trunk, “I was told to let you know your art supplies are in transport now, Lady Melina asked me to tell you,” you nodded as you opened the trunk, “there are also shoppes and vendors very close to the castle walls if you so chose to see them.”

“Will I need to be accompanied?” you asked.

“No,” he shook his head, “the vendors are close enough you would be in a guard's eyesight all the time if you’d like a guard with you and I can arrange that.”

“I’ll be fine, thank you though,” you smiled.

“Of course, Princess Y/N.”

When he left you fell back on your head, falling hard enough that the silk of the left side of the canopy fell down and touched the ground. You knocked the others down and laid on your bed in your own little world, holding your hands to your chest as you went back to thinking about Ser James. A smile slowly grew on your lips as you thought of what your mother said.

“Just tell me if anyone meets your eye.”

EPISODE 2

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masterlist | s.s characters masterlist

WARNING: These fic may contain disturbing content so please read all the warnings before you proceed. I mean…it’s Steve Kemp we’re talking about.

ONESHOT

I’m By Your Side by @thebluemage

Steve takes care of you, while you’re sick.

Marking What’s His by @thebluemage

Steve doesn’t like it when another man touches you, and he shows you what happens.

sugar pie, honey bunch by @charnelhouse

He knew she would be different. He’d known it the second he saw her.

needs by @heavysoldat

with your period worse than ever, you’re left almost bed-ridden in nothing but his clothes. and when you’re sat there, looking so pretty, steve can’t deny himself. a man has needs, after all.

Honey, Dinner’s Ready by @mavsstar

You’ve never been bad, always a good girl. One day a certain someone comes in the picture and you snap.

Opposite Reflection by @/mavsstar

Your love for Steve Kemp runs deep. You say it’s you being a hopeless romantic but what does he have to say about it?

A New Appetite by @bxcketbarnes

Fresh Meat by @bxcketbarnes

red flags and long nights by @buckycuddlebuddy

spending three months with a stranger whom you shared a house with apparently was not enough to know them. apparently it led you to ignore a lot of warnings that you should have seen before, but it was too late. 

Stockholm Syndrome and it’s Side Effects by @sstan-hoe

steve gives you stockholm syndrome and well let's just say; you gotta make sure you're his only one...

Restless Heart by @shamevillain

Part of loving somebody means accepting their flaws. And loving yourself means coming to terms with your own, no matter how fucked up they may be.

my beautiful odette by @onceuponastory

After seeing a performance of the Swan Lake ballet, Steve Kemp develops an obsession with the lead dancer Y/N, and decides that she has to be his. Whatever it takes.

gut feeling by @onceuponastory

After a young woman goes missing, Detective Y/N interviews one of the last people to see her alive...Plastic Surgeon Steve Kemp.

just like you by @imyourbratzdoll

steve becomes obsessed with you, and because he's too blinded by your beauty, he doesn't know you are just like him, maybe even better.

unusual dish by @lokiskitten

in order to survive your kidnapper sick and murderous tendencies, you agree to submit to one of his offers : feast on human meat whilst allowing him to watch. Though things take an unexpectedly inappropriate turn.

Fettered Attachment by @wh0reforoldmen

Being Steve’s captive is one thing- but falling for him is another.

Yours Forever by @antisocialwritingx

Steve decided to leave his wife and kids for the one victim he chose to keep for himself, you. It turns out that you both have a loving relationship after a little work put in from Steve.

just a taste by @jessybarnes

face riding.

heads will roll by @sgt-seabass

A visit to the doctors takes a turn you didn't expect.

can you read my fears? by @dollsplat

It’s No Good by @theimpossibleg1rl

You hadn’t meant to fall for him. But then again, Steve hadn’t meant to fall for you either.

You didn’t need that, did you? by @highonmarvel

You meet a man at the bar who loves your thighs.

Honest by @highonmarvel

Steve’s never lied to you.

SERIES

toxic by @extremelyblackandwhite

steve kemp has found his match.

A Well Respected Man by @sableseb

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Truth or Dare↠ Part 1: The Fight

↠ summary: Sebastian tells you about his upcoming project, but he didn't expect it to spark a fight that ends with him asking you a question that brings you to tears.

↠ pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

↠ word count: 4k

↠ warnings: Angst and smut (18+)

↠ a/n: I apologize if the smut is cringey; it's my first time writing it, and I apologize for taking so long to write the first part. I promise that the next installment will not take as long as the previous one.

Sebastian has been pacing in front of the living room's large windows, his anxiety and tension rising since you texted him that you'd be home soon. He decided today was the day to tell you about his new project, on which he had been working tirelessly for months to ensure that everything was in order before filming began.

He debated whether or not to tell you about the new project from the start. Over the months, the debate had heightened his anxiety; he knew you weren't judgemental, but you were the one who would stand up for anyone who was treated unfairly.

This is why he believes you'll be furious when you find out because this incident portrayed two people in the worst light possible and exposed them to such slander. But he knew he couldn't keep it a secret for much longer, and this was the perfect opportunity to tell you.

For him, the months you were unaware of the new project were agonizing. It's the first time he's withheld information for you, and he's upset because you always tell each other everything, which is why your relationship has remained so healthy and happy over the years.

Throughout your relationship, you taught each other that communicating is crucial in different ways: you taught him that sharing his feelings helps him release the weight of holding them inside, and he taught you that sharing your concerns, fears, and emotions with him won't change the way he feels about you.

In this situation, it's critical for him to ensure that you don't become blinded by rage and say something you'll later regret and that both of you communicate so that your relationship doesn't suffer as a result. When he heard your keys unlock the door, his pacing came to a halt. As you closed the door, you noticed Seb standing in the living room, his back to you, facing the large windows.

You examine his figure and posture while he has his back to you. As you approach him, you notice his back muscles are tense and his body stiff. "Seb?" You found yourself staring into those ocean eyes as he turned around at the sound of your voice, and you noticed hesitation and nervousness in his gaze, which worried you.

Your brow furrows as he bites his lower lip and stuffs his hands into the front pockets of his jeans. His silence heightens your concern; "You're starting to worry me," you say, your voice concerned. Sebastian moves closer to you, and you can't help but wonder what was bothering him so much that he kept his distance from you.

Sebastian cleared his throat before beginning to speak. "I started working on a new project a few months ago, and I've recently been preparing everything so that everything is in order when filming begins." "Now that I've completed all of my preparations, it's time for me to leave to film for it." Your smile grew as you realized how happy you were for him and how hard he'd been working; you know how much he enjoys his job, and it makes you so happy to see him happy and achieve such amazing things.

"That's incredible, Sebastian!" You drew him into a bone-crushing hug, and he hesitated to tell you because you looked so happy and proud of him. You were perplexed as to why he hadn't yet returned your hug until you felt his arms slowly wrap around your waist. He clutched you to his chest as his fear of telling you grew; he didn't know if you'd ever hug him again.

"When are you leaving?" You leaned back to look into his eyes as your fingers ran through his hair and his arms tightened around you in response to your question.

"Tomorrow," he admitted guiltily, reaching for your waist and rubbing the soft skin exposed between your scrub shirt and pants with the pads of his thumbs.

"How come you're telling me this now?" Sebastian heard the sadness in your voice and felt terrible, but your question made him nervously bite his lip and decided it was now or never.

"Because I wasn't sure how you'd react if I told you what I was filming," he explained as his thumbs came to a halt on your waist.

"What are you filming?" you feared his response, as various scenarios raced through your mind. Is he making a film similar to Fifty Shades of Grey? Something contentious? An actress who made you feel insecure?

"The show will be called Pam and Tommy and will air on Hulu." Hearing him say those names caused you to stop moving your fingers through his hair, and his anxiety increased as a result of your delayed response.

"What exactly is it about?" You licked your lips, knowing exactly what he was going to say. The worry lines on your brow told him you were thinking hard.

"How they met and the sex tape." He felt his heart stop as you slipped your arms off his shoulders and watched you take a step away from him.

His palms began to sweat and his heart began to race as you remained completely silent and still, staring at him with a blank expression. 'Y-y/n,' he stuttered as he reached for your hand, which you jerked away and took another step back.

"Why?" you shook your head, perplexed as to why he would create a show based on the worst thing that could happen to a person. Sebastian was hurt as he looked at you and realized you wouldn't let him near you.

He could see you were thinking of something as he observed your expression, but he decided he didn't want you thinking of him in that way, "I know what you're thinking, and you're wrong-" His voice trembled, but he couldn't finish his thought because you cut him off with a scoff.

"Don't tell me what I'm thinking!" "You have no idea what's going through my mind!" you exclaim, your fingers running through your hair.

"Of course I do!" "You think I'm a terrible person!" With a glare on his face, he pointed at you.

"How could you possibly think of filming something like this!" You were furious; you couldn't believe Sebastian would want to film something like this.

"That is not the case!" The vein in his neck was visible from the strain of yelling at you, and he walked closer, seething but also hurt that you thought so little of him.

"Then please explain it to me! You're filming a show about the worst thing that happened to them, in which they were exposed without their knowledge!" You approached him toe to toe and chest to chest. You were both blinded by rage, which was not a good thing.

"That's precisely the point!" "I'm not doing this for the money; I'm doing it so that the truth about their story can be told!" He yelled even louder, causing you to recoil. You backed up against the wall as he approached, his hands splayed against the wall on each side of your head.

"So, you don't mind if someone stole and released our sex tape and made a show out of it?" You push him back with your hands on his chest. As you expressed your dissatisfaction with the conversation, your eyes welled up with tears, and you knew it was a cheap shot.

"I never said that once." Sebastian shook his head in disbelief as he chuckled angrily. "How come you don't understand why I'm doing this?" He exhales while tilting his head back, his gaze fixed on the ceiling.

"Would you like to know why I'm upset that you're filming this show?" You inquired, his rage fading as he noticed the tears welling up in your eyes.

"Because I know what it's like to have a private part of my body exposed to the world after someone hacked your phone and leaked my nude!" You yelled, your voice cracking, tears streaming down your cheeks because you couldn't hold them back any longer.

Regret washed over him immediately; how could he have forgotten? It was and still is the worst thing that could have happened in your relationship with Sebastian. He quickly approached you, cupping your face in his hands and wiping away your tears with his thumbs. "I’m sorry. I'm truly sorry, baby." He apologized while kissing your forehead and pressing your head against his chest.

"No, I'm sorry," you sniffed, your gaze shifting from his chest to his lovely eyes. "I didn't even give you the opportunity to explain; I just started making assumptions." Instead of pushing him away, you rub his back with your left hand to calm him down, while your right hand is placed over his heart to calm you down with the sensation of his heartbeat.

"After I discovered the true story of the tape's theft and how it victimized both of them, it pissed me off, especially when I saw late-night shows using it as a punchline to a joke and everyone laughing about it," He admits as he wipes your tears away.

"However, I wanted everyone to understand how the media, the justice system, and the general public all let her down." Sebastian's admission causes a small smile to form on your lips. Sebastian is a person with a truly beautiful soul, and you're left wondering who in the world blessed you with him in your life.

"You never cease to amaze me," you said, shaking your head, and some might say you looked at him as if he'd hung the moon and stars in the sky.

Sebastian notices many emotions flickering in your eyes as he looks into them; sadness, love, and confusion, "What are you thinking?" He inquired, his hands moving down to grip your hips.

"I'm just wondering how I ended up with you because I don't deserve you." You admit, stroking his cheek with your thumb as a tear falls down your cheek.

"Your soul is beautiful. It is gentle, loving, and golden. Sebastian, I am so proud of you." You exhale while staring into his cobalt eyes, which you genuinely love.

"Did I ever tell you what Chris and I talked about after we met?" He inquires with a raised eyebrow and his adorable thinking face, and you shake your head.

"I told him, 'Dude, this girl is one of a kind,' and Chris answered, 'Sebastian, you just met her,'" Sebastian said with a small chuckle. "I also told him it didn't matter if I had just met you because the very first moment I looked into your eyes it was like gazing at the stars for the first time." As his lips tug a slight smile, tears well up in your eyes.

"I could see the goodness in your heart, but also the grief, and I knew I had to see you again solely by gazing into your eyes and speaking a few sentences with you." His words have brought a few tears to your eyes, which he wipes away with his thumb, a slight smile on his face.

"During our first date, I realized you were the most kind-hearted and loving person I'd ever met. And your aura is something special; it has a radiance about it that draws people in, and it's as if it sends out waves of warmth and comfort to those who need it. So, if you think my soul is one-of-a-kind, you've never seen yours, because it shines brighter than any star in the sky." Sebastian speaks with a smile on his face, and the love in his eyes, as well as his words, cause your bottom lip to quiver.

"You've been through a lot of darkness and pain in your life, but instead of consuming it, you pushed it aside. The fact that you had every right to be furious and hateful against the world after going through what you did, but instead chose to be cheerful, loving, kind, and selfless demonstrates that your soul is genuinely remarkable.” As you sob, he presses his forehead on yours and pulls you closer.

“When I asked what you wanted to do with your life, you said you wanted to help others. You wanted to help kids and people like you who have been through hell and can’t see the light at the end of the tunnel, and let them know that no matter how bad things get for them, if they fight the darkness first, they can find that light.” Sebastian exhaled as he rubbed your cheekbones with his thumbs.

"Gosh, after you said that, I knew right then and there that I wanted you in my life for the rest of my life. I had never met such a lovely soul before meeting you. Y/n, you've ch-changed my life." He said, his voice cracking as he finished his sentence, and you reached up on your tippy-toes and touched your lips to his.

A smile spread across his face as you both drew away. "To be honest, I was excited to tell you about this show because I thought you'd be happy that I wanted to show that their situation isn't something to make fun of. But the truth is, I don't deserve you."

His tears and confession make you cry even harder. "I'm so sorry," you bury your face in his chest. He hushes you, whispering loving words like "it's ok" into your ear.

"Y/n, I know you didn't mean what you said. You simply didn't want anyone making money or making jokes about someone else's pain. That's yet another thing I love about you." He entices you with a kiss that takes your breath away.

As he pulls away from the kiss, his breathing becomes heavy. "Marry me," he says breathlessly, and you shake your head, wondering if you heard correctly. He let out a small laugh as he took your hands in his big ones, and your heartbeat quickens as he gets down on one knee. "I had intended to do things differently, but Chris's brother told me that when the time is right, I'll know, and the time is right." He says softly, gently squeezing your hands.

"After our first date, I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you." We've been together since I finished filming Captain America: The Winter Soldier, and I've fallen even more in love with you since then. You've changed my life; even if you're just holding me in your arms, you make my bad days better. I want to have children with you, to witness the first time you hold them in your arms and to read them a bedtime story the first time they sleep in their bedroom." You sniffed, wiping a tear from his cheek, and he turned his face towards your palm, kissing it softly as he grabbed your hand again.

"Y/f/n y/l/n, I promise to love you every moment of every day for the rest of my life; would you do me the extraordinary honor of marrying me?" As his voice cracks, you drop his hands and kneel, placing your hands on his face to connect your gaze with his.

“Yes. Yes.” You nod quickly, releasing happy sobs. He grabs your face and pulls you into a searing kiss filled with love and happiness, then pulls away with a chuckled sob. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a black velvet box, grabbing your left hand. "This belonged to my grandmother." His voice is hoarse as he speaks, sliding the ring onto your left ring finger, and you pull him into another kiss when he's finished.

He encircles your waist and pulls your body into his embrace. As the kiss becomes heated, Sebastian pulls on the bottom of your top, signaling that he wants it off. You laugh against his lips and push him away gently with your hand on his chest. "Baby, I've been working in the ER all day with patients puking on me, I stink, I need a shower."

"I don't mind. "I need you," he mumbles against your jaw, lowering his head to trail kisses along your jaw; a gasp escapes your mouth as his teeth nip at your neck.

"Babe, I really need to shower," you groan and go to push him away again, but you come to a halt as you shriek in surprise at Sebastian slapping your ass.

"Then I guess we'll do it in the shower because I can't wait another minute," he says as he picks you up and holds your thighs in his hands as he walks to the bathroom in your shared room.

You clutch his hair between your fingers as he kicks the bedroom door shut with his foot, kissing and grazing your teeth on his Adams apple. He groans as he walks through the bathroom door, your teeth nibbling on the soft skin below his ear.

His lips briefly meet yours as he places you on the bathroom sink before trailing them across your jaw to your ear, leaving soft kisses on your jaw. Goosebumps erupted on your skin as Sebastian nipped your earlobe between his teeth.

You both exhale deeply as he pulls his lips away from your skin. Sebastian turned the silver handle to the left, his veiny hand firmly grasping it, to turn on the hot water. The steam fogged the room as the sound of water hitting the tiles filled it.

However, he does not give you any time to remove your clothes before quickly picking you up and slamming your back against the cold tiled wall. Sebastian lowered his head to kiss your lips hard and passionately.

You wrapped your legs tightly around his waist before his grip on your thighs relaxed. His dark locks are wrapped around your fingers as his left-hand cups your cheek and his right-hand moves to the back of your neck, drawing you deeper into the kiss. Sebastian slipped his tongue inside your mouth through the gap as you gasped at the nip on your lip.

He sucked on your bottom lip as he ran his tongue over it before catching it between his teeth and nipping it. He bit into your bottom lip, pulling on your soft lip between his teeth, causing you to hiss as he backed away from the kiss.

He yanked your top and sports bra up your arms and tossed them on the wet shower floor. As your clothes fell to the floor, your hands worked quickly to pull his shirt over his head, your tongue jutting forward to sweep across your bottom lip, your gaze meeting his naked torso as his shirt collided with the pile of clothes on the floor.

As Sebastian unwrapped your legs from around his waist, your feet landed on the tiled floor. You quickly unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down his legs along with his underwear, before Sebastian did the same to you, kicking the wet clothes away.

His hard erection slapping against his stomach had you biting your lip in lust before wrapping his hand in your soaking wet hair and pulling you close into a searing kiss; it was pure need with his mouth heavy and hot on yours, your hands feeling his chest and he let out a groan as you pushed him against the wall.

“Baby.” Sebastian groaned as you yanked on his hair, jerking his head to the side to lick up the side of his neck and nip at his tender skin with your teeth. As you sank to your knees, taking his hard member in your grasp, his mouth fell open as you began to stroke him, your lust-filled eyes met his.

"Fuck y/n." He hisses, his head resting against the shower wall as you lick a stripe from base to tip, gently twisting your hands around him as your tongue swirled around his head.

You ran your tongue over the veins on his cock, his fingers tangled in your hair as he rested his hands on the back of your head. Once he felt you hollow your cheeks around him, he pushed on your head, taking every inch of him until his tip hit the back of your throat.

While your left hand massaged his balls, your right hand gripped his base and tugged on what your mouth couldn't take. Taking him deep into your mouth while rubbing and rolling his balls in your hand, Sebastian let out a string of curses. The vibrations triggered him and increased his sensitivity as he thrust into your mouth, causing you to gag.

"S-Stop, baby. I don't want to cum in your mouth." He stammered gently, running your teeth along his length as you took it out of your mouth. He quickly turned off the shower and pulled you to your feet before picking you up. His hands squeezed your thighs as your legs rested on his hips. The sensation of your bare slick pussy sliding against his dick had you both moaning in pleasure.

Your moans are swallowed by his mouth, carrying you toward the bed, and your back hits the mattress as he places you on it. He hovered over you, his elbows on either side of your head, your fingers gently brushing his hair away from his face, caressing his cheekbones as you traced over them. You cupped his face in your hands and looked into his eyes; looking into his beautiful blue eyes made you fall in love with him all over again.

He slid his left hand between your bodies and gently grabbed his dick, pumping it a few times before aligning it with your entrance. "I love you." Sebastian's right hand slipped into your left, fingers intertwined and clutching together as he pushed into you gently and slowly, his gaze fixed on yours.

"I love you too." You said breathlessly, your brows furrowed from the stinging combined with pleasure sensation as his dick slid into your tight walls. As your tight walls squeezed around him, your mouths parted and you moaned against each other's lips.

Your fingers were entwined in his hair at the nape of his neck, your legs squeezing his waist as your feet rested against his thighs. With your other hand clasping his cheek, you drew him in for a sweet kiss, and he let his body weight fall on his triceps. You could feel his body heat and heartbeat as he put his weight on you, and you could feel the muscles in his pelvis contract with each thrust into you.

His lips moved from your mouth to your neck, sucking and biting as he left bruises. He snaked his hand between your bodies, pushing circles on your aching and swollen clit as you slipped your arms beneath his and gripped his shoulders. With the force of his cock slamming into you, your body shifted up the bed and your chest dragged against his, arching your back and throwing your head back from the pressure of his thumb on your clit. Your fingernails dug into his back as you dragged them down, leaving red scratch marks.

"You fit perfectly around my cock, baby." He sucks one of your nipples between his lips, and you moan as his teeth nip on the sensitive nub. Saliva glistens off your chest from the sloppy kisses he left as his mouth trails up to the side of your neck. Sebastian lets out a low growl of pleasure that vibrates against the smooth skin on your neck as you push his cock deeper into your wet cunt with your feet on his ass.

"Fuck Sebastian, I'm close." You exclaimed, your heavy pants dragging between moans. You can feel your lower belly tightening, the pleasure Sebastian is giving you with his thumb on your clit only hastening your upcoming orgasm.

"I know, dragă. You've got a firm grip on me. It feels so good, baby. He groans into your neck, sucking harshly into the already bruised skin, "going to make me come, too."

He approached your mouth, brushing his tongue against yours as he swallowed your sweet sounds. When he felt your walls contract even more, he whispered, "Go ahead, cum for me baby."

You squeal as you experience your orgasm; the release was intense, causing your thighs to shake. Sebastian shouts your name as he reaches his peak, his hot and heavy release pouring into you and coating your walls. You two ride out your highs together, holding each other tight and savoring the special moment between you. Sebastian pulls away from you, his release oozing from your cunt between your thighs and coating the sheets.

Confusion fills you as you notice Sebastian has left the room, but it is quickly dispelled when he returns, kneeling on the bed and spreading your legs with a wet washcloth in his hand. "It’s all right, baby. Just cleaning you up." As you whine from the wet cloth on your sensitive cunt, Sebastian's hand on your thigh keeps your legs open.

Sebastian tosses the cloth into the hamper before climbing into bed and pulling you close to his chest. You rest your head on his chest, your body engulfed in warmth as Sebastian pulls the comforter over your naked bodies.

"I can't believe we're engaged now," you say, smiling as you stare at the diamond ring on your finger. "It's insane to think you'll be Mrs. Stan in a year," Sebastian chuckles, grabbing your hand and kissing your palm.

"a year?" you exclaim, pushing on his chest and looking at him with a shocked expression. "Yes, a year," he says, running his hand through your hair. "I want to film Pam and Tommy, and I have another film coming up, but after that, I just want to marry the love of my life." Sebastian smiles, and your heartbeat quickens as you hear those words.

Your hands cup his face as you lean down to rest your forehead against his. "What's the matter, baby? Why are you crying?" He is concerned as he sees tears fall down your cheeks, and his hands cup your face to wipe them away with his thumbs. "I just love you so much," you shake your head, kissing his forehead to reassure him that you're fine.

"I love you as well, baby. You're the best thing that ever happened to me, and I can't wait to marry you." As he closes his eyes, his piercing blue eyes vanish. He tilts his head to the side, rubbing his nose against yours before kissing you passionately.

“Forever,” Sebastian whispers against your lips, 

"Forever," you say, kissing him more passionately. You've never loved anyone as much as you love Sebastian, and you never will. Your love will last until the day you both die, and nothing is stronger than the love you have for each other.

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[buckysswinter]

where you belong

18+ MDNI

warnings: basically porn with little plot, oral (f receiving), p in v, praise, degration, buldge kink, creampie

not edited or beta’d- do not repost/ translate

sebastian stan x f!reader

word count: 1,660

sebastian's arms are wrapped around you, your head on his chest. his rhythmic breathing coincided with yours, yawning you make him aware that you’re awake.

-‘hi baby,’ his raspy voice making your body tingle, he follows it up with a kiss to the forehead.

looking up at him with your doe eyes, you smile at him.

-‘hi seb,’ before getting to say anything he attacks your neck with kisses, tickling you in the process. he makes his way through your body, leaving kisses, always reminding you he’s there- he wants you to feel his love. he disappears into the blanket,

-‘seb what are you doing,’ you feel his nose nudging your legs, onto your thighs. without a word he slithers himself between your legs, forcing them open. licking a stripe down, you feel his warm tongue,

-‘just having my breakfast baby,’ the cockiness of his voice makes you gush even more.

-‘such a pretty pussy, all mine,’ he takes time knowing you and your body, what makes you tip over the edge. his tongue, continuously licking you, purposefully missing your clit. you take a breath, about to beg for him until he take it into his warm mouth, sucking on it.

-‘ohmygod seb please, right there, keep going,’ gripping the sheets you attempt to close your legs, but he forces them open, moving his head side to side. without warning, he inserts two fingers into your begging hole, curving them to touch that one spot you can’t reach. the movement of his fingers with his tongue eating you like his last meal males you emit a sound you don’t recognize and without any warning, you clench on his fingers and cum.

-‘please seb, jesus, I need you in me, please baby,’ the desperate wanting of him to be inside you, for you to be full of him is stronger than you not wanting to sound like a slut. he comes up from the blanket, a smile on his face,

-‘not even a thank you? you’re already so cockdrunk and all i’ve given you is my fingers?’ he taunts you in a way that ablazes your body, you feel hot all over.

-‘you asked for this, now take it slut.’ he pistons his thick cock in you, his pace feral. a gasp emits from you, all you could do was moan with him, wrapping your legs around him. you feel him so deep in you, every vein of his thick cock is in you, tapping every corner of your thigh pussy.

-‘ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod, please please,’ your babbled pleas makes him laugh as he kises your cheek.

-‘god you’re so tight for me, yeah you feel me here?’ he pushes the buldge seen on your lower abdomen,

-‘seeing myself here makes me wanna fuck you harder,’ you keen and he hold on to the headboard and goes harder. you feel him in your lungs, breath taken away from you.

-‘I’m gonna cum seb, gonna cum baby’ your voice doesn’t sound like your own when you gave him the warning.

-‘it’s ok baby, I feel you clenching, go ahead, go on. be a good girl and cum for me,’ he takes on of your legs and positions it by your chest, this position convulses you to cum. hard.

Before you could push him off, sebastian kept going, now putting both legs up to your chest, folding you in half.

-‘no, please, no more,’ your cracked voice makes him laugh,

-‘you said to not stop. you were a greedy slut and begged me to not stop baby, deal with the consequences.’ his voice was proud, yet cocky.

-‘oh god please seb, ‘s too much, too much,’ the friction he’s providing feels like heaven.

-‘doesn’t feel right seb, it’s too much please-‘ before you could beg for more, he takes his cock out and slaps your pussy.

-‘you asked for this, now you have to take it. whore. if you weren’t a greedy slut i could have given you my cum and we would be getting ready for that picnic date you wanted to go on.’ right. the picnic date you begged him to go on, you’ve had it planned for weeks now and here you are getting your shit fucked out of you.

before you could warn him again, you gush everywhere, taking his dick out to see your cum stream out of you.

-‘what a whore squirting everywhere, dirtying up everything,’ his cock seems bigger when he puts it in this time, you feel him shoot his hot cum in you.

-‘since you’ve been a good girl for me, take my cum, all of it.’ his hot liquid mixing with yours makes you clench. you take your fingers, swiping it in your pussy and tasting your mixed cum. the taste of both of you makes you moan.

-‘sometimes, i think you don’t want me to stop. you act like such a whore.’ he laughs following it with a kiss, also moaning when he tastes both of you.

sebastian gets up, getting a towel to clean you both up, the warm towel feels nice on your soar pussy.

-‘we should probably get ready for that picnic,’ you let out a strangled moan, your limbs hurting.

-‘i’ll meet you in the shower in five?’ your hopeful voice encourages sebastian to rush into the bathroom.

the watering running wills you out of bed, seeing sebastian naked in the shower makes you wet again. If this man has done one thing to your body, it’s making it incorrigible.

hopping in the shower and feeling the cold water running relaxes your muscle, sebastian hugs you from behind, kissing your shoulder.

-‘i love you so much,’ his voice sincere. your giggles fill his ears and your reply of

-‘i love you too sebastian,’ makes him happy.

your hands touch his body, his hands touching yours. the serene moment of love between lovers, washing each other, caring for each other. he lathers your skin up with body wash, taking the loofah and scrubbing every inch of your body. you take the shampoo and rinse his hair, following It up with a kiss to his face.

gathering everything that you packed last night, you take a look around to see if anything was left behind, sebastian’s voice takes you out of your own mind.

-‘we’ve got everything babe, everything’s in the car let’s go.’ you laugh at his reassurance.

making your way to the passenger seat, the whole drive there included singing together with the windows down and his right arm constantly squeezing your thigh.

the park had willow trees everywhere, the spot sebastian picked was perfect, hidden by the lake and a willow tree above the both of you.

-‘this is beautiful,’ looking around you, you express the beauty of nature, sebastian agreeing whilst looking at you.

-‘yeah, you are’ he agrees under his breath and you hear it, chuckling.

sebastian lays down the blanket and set up everything, he insists on letting him do all the work while you stand by, wearing a sundress looking pretty.

as you lay down to your side and kiss his cheek, you enjoy the way the sun is warming up your skin. the way it makes sebastian glow, everything in life seems so simple.

biting into the strawberries you packed, you can’t help but moan at the sweetness of the fruit- it makes sebastian look at you, his eyes dark with a smirk on his face.

-‘what was that?’ he asks so mischievously, and you laugh.

-‘you are incorrigible sebastian, we just got here.’ he attacks you, his weight on top of you, kissing you everywhere he could. he slots himself between you, face changing,

-‘you’re telling me I’m incorrigible when you’re the one not wearing any underwear sweets,’ your face flushed red.

-‘if you let me in and keep quiet, i’ll do that thing later.’ his offer too tempting not to agree on, you slowly take his cock out of his shorts, rolling your eyes when you feel his tip touching your already wet pussy. he slides in, like home, you hold in your moan.

the way he’s slipping in and out, nearly plowing you gently to the ground makes your legs shake and he adds in his fingers to your mouth. feeling them in the back of your throat, you’re inclined to let a little moan out, but you can’t, not if you want him to do the thing that makes you forget your own name. so you lay there, taking him, all of him.

-‘that’s it, taking it in like a good girl. you’re my good girl aren’t you?’ he asks with no waiver in his voice and all you could do was nod. he takes his fingers out of your mouth,

-‘use your words,’he commands.

-‘yes, yes, i’m your good girl, all for you,’ your reply makes him go faster, giving you almost no option but to bite his shoulder so you don’t make a noise. the squelching of your wet pussy can be heard by both of you, he repositions himself hitting that spot that makes you see stars. you hug him closer to your body,

-‘please seb i’m cumming. cum in me baby, please, wanna feel you,’ your please with your cunt clenching on him makes him stutter in his pace.

-‘want my cum? you don’t sound like a good girl to me. want my cum dripping out of you, infront of everyone, sounds like a whore to me. you’re a whore.’ his pace gets faster, rougher.

-‘only for you, only a whore for you seb,’ you take his face to look at you as he shoots his warm cum in you. both of you just lay there, laughing about this picnic date supposedly being a bonding time for both of you as he’s always away for work. looking up at the sky you enjoy the life the universe has dealt you with.

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[buckyswifesblog]

can you do where sebastian stan have a daughter with his wife reader. he gets slightly emotional when their daughter going to kindergarten for the first time

Emotional

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader

Summary: Hailey is Sebastian Stan and yn daughter she is only five years old and happy to going to kindergarten

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Hailey been asking her parents to get her stuff ready to go to school, yn took her to Walmart and target to her supplies ready and uniforms for her to take.

Hailey was walking in the backpack section and saw a backpack of the avengers, Hailey being a fan of them took and went to show her mother “ mommy mommy look avengers “ yn laugh at her with a smile on her face and getting the backpack for her, Hailey knew that her father was friends with captain America and the rest so she decided to take it to show it to her father. Yn and Hailey walk in the school supplies section and got her everything she needed it.

At home Hailey took out her backpack and went running to her parents room to show Sebastian “ daddy daddy look avengers “ “ I see sweetie “ , after Sebastian seeing her backpack Hailey took it and went running back to her mother for her to put her school supplies in, all of her supplies where cute drawings like princess,cats , butterflies but her backpack was all different than that.

Sebastian thought it will be nice for Hailey going to first grade but yn instead of her going to kindergarten for her to make friends and live a normal life, “yn do u think it’s a good idea for her to go to school” “ yes Sebastian ik that will be hard since she is daughter of Sebastian Stan but we have to leave her live a normal childhood not a childhood where is a lot of paparazzi” “ u right .

Yn ask Hailey to pick up her toys and get ready to sleep for her to get energy tomorrow at school, Hailey did what her mom told her and went to put her pjs on.

Next day ( first day of school )

Yn woke up at six fifteen to make pancakes for Hailey since she loves her chocolate chip pancakes she decided to make it and but some frites on top, at seven o clock she went and woke up Hailey for her to be ready to get dress and eat her breakfast. “ Hailey wake up sweetheart it’s ur first day of school” Hailey out of no where woke up and started jumping on the bed all excited “ Yey my first day of kindergarten “ yn laughing on how much energy she had “ get ready sweetheart I made u ur favorite pancakes “” chocolate chip “ “ yes honey chocolate chip “ after eating yn did her hair two pigtails and matching bow on each one she told Hailey to go get her backpack before it’s late Hailey went running to get it and saw her father on the bed all sad Hailey went and ask him “ why u crying dad “ “ oh nothing sweetie it’s because u are growing up so fast and u going now to kindergarten “ Hailey being all heartbroken hug her father for him not to be sad “ don’t be sad dad me coming back and we can play dolls when I get back home” Sebastian hearing this make his heart all good and wonder of he got this amazing daughter. Before Hailey leave Sebastian walk in the living room and told his daughter “ Hailey nothing about dating boys or anything like that do u understand miss “ Hailey laughing at her father “ ok daddy bye bye “ she said hugging his leg, Sebastian saw how her daughter was happy and see when his daughter and wife leave the parking spot, Sebastian always wondering how his daughter future will be.

#ynn #fanfic #sebastian stan #sebastian stan one shot #sebastian stan series #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x you

[urdepressedslut]

You’re Mine, Sunshine (masterlist) ♡

♡ Pairing: Grumpy!Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Fem!Reader (Mob!Au Bodyguard!Au)

♡ Series Summary: Bucky gets picked by a very rich and respected man to be his daughter’s personal bodyguard. The Father warns him that it won’t be an easy job, that she is a brat and difficult to deal with. But what happens when Bucky meets you and you’re the complete opposite?

♡ Series Warnings: mentions of amputation, dark themes, violence, death/death threats, talk of parent death, fluff, angst, stalking, daddy issues, anxiety attacks/panic attacks, abuse, depression, depressive episodes, PTSD, dry humping, hints to smut, (warnings to be added as new chapters are released)

Trope ⇢ Grumpy x Sunshine ☀️

(SERIES ONGOING)

Last Updated: 9/8/23

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | SERIES 18+

⇨ Chapter One

↳ After Pierce interviews Bucky for the job, he warns him of you. Bucky is starting to rethink his decision, but when he meets you... you're not what he expected.

⇨ Chapter Two

↳ Bucky takes you home, and later finds you in the library. You both get to know each other a little better, but Bucky is hesitant.

⇨ Chapter Three

↳ Bucky has a surprise meeting with Pierce, getting informed about your secret admire. Meanwhile, Bucky tries to keep things professional, he’s hesitant to cross the line when you need him.

⇨ Chapter Four

↳ You don’t know what to think of Bucky after he took you to bed last night. Bucky can’t continue to keep the stalking situation hidden from you. Something is found on your doorstep.

⇨ Chapter Five

↳ Getting to know each other better doesn’t go according to plan. Bucky has to comfort you and fix the mess he made. Will you forgive him?

⇨ Chapter Six

↳ Bucky receives a morning visit from Steve, with the news about what was in the box. Bucky continues to think about what he should do. Should he tell you the truth about your stalker?

⇨ Chapter Seven

↳ Bucky finds you making a mess in the kitchen, attempting to bake and offers his help. The two of you get to talking and some reveals about each other begin to come out. Will he finally tell you about your stalker?

⇨ Chapter Eight

↳ After a surprise visit from Pierce, tension arises as he threatens Bucky of his job. Pierce wants to have a talk with you and it doesn't go very well.

⇨ Chapter Nine

↳ After the events from the other day, you try and cope with the reality of what happened. The world is a lot less colorful than you remember. Bucky helps comfort you after you realize you have no one left.

⇨ Chapter Ten

↳ Someone comes knocking at your door in the morning. Bucky answers and is surprised with who he finds. Are they going to help them or hurt them?

⇨ Chapter Eleven

↳ The tension can't be ignored anymore between you and Bucky. Steve shows up and he's not alone.

⇨ Chapter Twelve

↳ Reality is hitting you as you, Bucky, Steve and his men all venture off to a secret safe house only Steve knows about. The events from the last couple of days are starting to hit you with a sickening force, leaving you weak and crippled.

⇨ Chapter Thirteen

↳ Your dreams consist of random memories of your parents, but are they really random? Despite the past days of hell—you still find it difficult to resist Bucky. You two spend a heated morning together, devouring each other while you still have these moments.

#bodyguard bucky barnes #bucky barnes #the winter soldier #marvel cinematic universe #reader insert #sebastian stan #buckybarnes #fluff #angst #protective bucky barnes #bucky barnes fic #beefy bucky barnes #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bodyguard au #mob au #mini series #bucky barnes fanfic #masterlist

[cattordi]

a/n did y’all miss me??? writing this in class 🤗 so enjoy. honestly felt like i write absolutely too much abt absolutely nothing

summary you get a flat tire on the way to a party and on top of that you’re in the middle of nowhere so you call bucky to help you

pairings brothersbestfriend!mechanic!bucky barnes x collegestudent!reader

warnings smut , breeding, praise, not proofread, choking, foul language, arguing?,a bit of fluff etc. 18+ MINORS DNI

don’t test me

“only this would happen to me” you groan before pulling your car over in the absolute middle of nowhere.

you were on the way to a spring break party but clearly the universe had other plans. getting out of your car, you walk around to check out the damage.

low and behold, a flat tire.

“no fucking way.” you whisper. you were miles away from a gas station or any sort of place other people were. grabbing your phone from your back pocket of your jean shorts, you scroll through your contacts finding your brothers name.

you place the phone to your ear and sit for a bit letting it ring.

and ring.

and ring. until finally you’re sent to voicemail.

what the fuck?

you hesitate as you keep scrolling through your contacts looking at other options of help; until you finally reach that one person.

bucky.

your least favorite human to ever walk the earth but you could never deny how he made you feel sometimes.

the man was good with his words, you have to admit it.

only problem was, he was your brothers best friend and also a dick.

pressing the call button, you wait as the phone rings.

“please pick up, plea-“

“hey y/n, what’s up?” he says and there’s shuffling in the background.

“hey, i’m sorry to bother.”

no you aren’t.

“i got a flat tire and i need help changing it. if you can’t that’s fi-“

“where are you?”

“in the middle of nowhere.”

“what the hell? get in your car and send me your location. i’ll be there in 15.”

knowing you’re at least 30 minutes out of town, you comply and wait.

after what feels like 20 years, bright head lights blind you from behind and you sit up in your car. your drivers side door flies open and a pissed bucky stares at you.

“you could’ve at least locked the door y/n. hell you could’ve gotten murdered.”

rolling your eyes you get out, “didn’t think anyone would even be out here at this time of night.”

“don’t start with your attitude.” he begins while pulling a car jack out his truck, “i’m not in the mood.”

“whatever.”

“why are you even out here this late?”

“what are you my dad?”

“no but i’m your brothers best friend and i have the right to know.”

“it’s none of your busines.” you say and glare at him.

“tell me.”

“no.”

“y/n..” he basically growls at you.

“no.”

“i swear if you don’t tell me.”

you can see the frustration in his face so to be a brat, you keep going.

“i was going to get fucked.” you say and try not to laugh.

visible jealousy crosses his face and he stands from his squatted position. “you what?”

“i was going to have sex? is that a prob-“ you begin but are cut off by a hand around your throat.

“you know that pisses me off, so why keep pushing it? hm?” he hums the last part, “you tryna get to me darling?”

you do the best you can to nod as pleasure filled tears brim your eyes.

this is what you always wanted from him.

his metal hand slims into your shorts finding your clit. “do you want me to take you in my truck?”

you nod and his eyes go dark, taking a bit of the pressure off your throat.

if anyone passed by, you’re sure the police would be called.

“use your words.”

“yes.”

“good job baby.”

you both walk to his truck, him following behind you.

he opens the door to the back for you and you hop in immediately filled with even more excitement.

as soon as he closes the door behind the two of you, his lips attack yours. though you’re in such a small space it feels just right for the two of you.

pulling at your shorts, bucky unbuttons them and pulls them down with your underwear.

he takes notices of the wet spot on your panties and chuckles. “so wet for me already.”

his hand slids between your folds; coating every inch of you before two fingers slide in.

you gasp at the stretch and his pace only gets faster. “you feel so tight around my fingers baby.”

“i’m gonna cum.”

he stops and you’re immediately pissed off. “why’d you stop?”

“i want you to cum when i’m you.”

you hadn’t notice his jeans were down but his dick caught your full attention,

and my lord was it big.

“it’s not gonna fit.”

“oh it will. lay back for me.” he says calmly all the while, lining up at your entrance.

the anticipation wears off as soon as he slams in you and begins moving. the truck fills with sounds of moans and skin slapping.

“you’re so tight, i love it.” he says and his strokes become faster.

“you’re so big.” you say in between moans. “i’m getting so close.”

“you’re doing so well,” he begins and leans down to kiss you, “you take me so well.”

you’re getting closer and closer to coming everytine he hits your sweet spot and it couldn’t feel any better. “harder please.” you moan and he complies immediately, thrusting into you.

“i’m gonna cum.” you say and at that moment his thumb finds your clit and rubs big meaningful circles.

“my lord darling, you feel so good around me. it’s taking everything in me not to cum right now.”

he continues to thrust into you getting you closer and closer to what you both desire. “i’m cumming bucky.”

“i feel you darling, keep going. you’re squeezin’ me so tight.” he begins and you continue to cum around his cock,”i’ve waited for this for long baby.”

yours moans get louder as when grabs your legs and puts him on his shoulder, making his thrust hit a different spot inside of you. “y/n..” he moans, “fuck you’re making me fun babydoll.”

with that, his continues his fast thrust hitting your g-spot repeatedly till he comes.

warm spurts of cum fill you as his thrust slow down and eventually come to a halt. “holy fuck that was the best sex i’ve had in a long time..” you say while trying to catch your breath.

“you wanna go again?”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes series #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes one shot #bucky fanfic #bucky angst #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes headcanon #bucky barnes x you #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes drabble #seb stan smut #sebstanedit #sebastian stan imagine

[vader-anakin]

Bucky Barnes

THE WHOLE WORLD IS WATCHING | The Falcon and The Winter Soldier

#bucky barnes #sebastian stan #sebstanedit #marveledit #tfatws #dailyavengers #userbbelcher #mcufam #marveladdicts #chewieblog #dailymarvelgifs #userashe #usersvenja #unearthlydust #usertammy #the falcon and the winter soldier #gif #i've lost all my brain cells making this set because honestly just look at him #if only there was a whole series about him bc he deserves one #the way he looks at john and zemo shghsdg

[jiyascepter]

the way i screamed when i saw him-

#i got excited okayyy?!! #and they played his theme too omgg #im literally posting this halfway the episode #bucky barnes #sebastian stan #what if #what if season 2 #marvel #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #marvel series #what if spoilers

[deliciousangelfestival]

Guilt

Character: Mob!Bucky x Police!Female Reader

Summary: "Of all the women in the world, does she have to be a cop?" Bucky, a gangster, fell in love at first sight with a policewoman.

At the golf course, two outstanding men in the mob world are playing golf together to have a quiet time, to forget the worst day at the club they owned.

Steve, the second person in charge, still feels frustrated, while Bucky, the leader, is the only one enjoying the game.

"Of all the women in the world, does she have to be a cop?" Steve, his childhood friend, asked as he watched Bucky hit the golf ball.

Bucky clenched his fist in frustration as he made the shot. Turning to Steve, he replied, "I can't help it. She just took my breath away the first time I saw her."

Steve sighed, recalling the first encounter between Bucky and the policewoman when their club was unexpectedly visited by the narcotics police force.

Steve sighed, "She's known as a scary person, even among her colleagues," he said, relaying what he had learned from his connections.

"And from what happened last night, I feel like she holds a big grudge against people like us," Steve continued, reflecting on the recent events. Most of the cops he knew turned a blind eye to their business dealings, never getting involved with drugs.

Bucky remembered how composed you had been last night, effortlessly throwing punches and giving orders to make arrests. He even recalled the moment you pushed him to the ground and handcuffed him.

At that instant, he knew you were different from other women.

Bucky took another swing at the golf ball, causing it to fly too far. With a smile, he declared, "I will make her mine."

Steve sighed deeply, realizing that once Bucky had made up his mind, no one could stop him.

As Bucky began his courtship, he tried various approaches to get closer to you:

1. He sent you flowers with cryptic notes, hinting at his admiration and interest.

2. Bucky strategically positioned himself at events where you were present, making sure to catch your eye without being too obvious.

3. He orchestrated chance encounters, bumping into you at coffee shops or restaurants, always ready with a charming smile and a casual conversation starter.

4. He even went as far as anonymously sending you a gifts or helpful tips related to your work, trying to show his support and understanding of your profession.

But you didn't give any reaction; you consistently ignored him.

Bucky didn't mind your game of "playing hard to get." He was confident that in the end, you couldn't resist him.

However, his confidence wavered when you finally spoke to him, your words cutting through the air like icy daggers. "In 2022, Bobby Smith died because of a gunshot. He was my fiancé."

Bucky's face drained of color, his body going rigid with shock. The revelation hit him like a sledgehammer, the weight of guilt crashing down upon him. His mind raced as he realized the implication: Bobby Smith's death was because of him.

After the revelation, would Bucky give up his pursuit, or would he persist despite the overwhelming guilt?

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x you #bucky barnes #bucky x y/n #bucky x reader #bucky barnes au #james bucky buchanan barnes #buckybarnes #james bucky barnes #mob!bucky #mob!steve #mob au #mob!au #bucky fanfic #bucky x f!reader #bucky x female reader #bucky x female!reader #marvel fanfic series #marvel au #bucky au #sebastian stan characters #james buchanan barnes x reader #james buchanan barnes #the winter soldier

[mavsstar]

.⋆˚ 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭 

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲︱𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐱 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬︱𝐄𝐱!𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝!𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖.𝐂︱𝟐.𝟗𝐤

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬︱𝟏𝟖+, 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓, 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞: 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡, 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐛𝐜 𝐢𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐰-𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐭)

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞︱𝐈 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟑 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝. 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝! 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 <𝟑

𝐏.𝐒: 𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞. 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬.

It had been 2 years since you’ve last gone on a date ever since you got a divorce with Bucky. It was nearly impossible to get back at the scene. The first year you were mourning the love that was lost with him.

You had to retrain yourself and force out old habits. There were countless nights where you made a makeshift body with pillows and used his old t-shirts, you would spray his cologne over to make it seem like he was there. You had to buy a stool to reach the top of the shelves to dust them off because Bucky was no longer there to pick you up. You had to slap yourself on the hand every time you would reach for his shampoo each time you went shopping.

The hardest part was your kids asking for their father each night.

“Where’s daddy?” Your youngest would ask while they rubbed their eyes from sleep.

Your lip quivered as you held back tears, “He’s coming soon.”

It wasn’t long until you had to explain that they would have to spend half the week at their dad’s and the other half at your house. It was difficult in the beginning, they would constantly beg for the two of you to get back together. The worst part was the tantrums they would pull when it was time to switch.

It was safe to say it was easier now. Like today, the children were ecstatic to go to their dad's house. You knew it was because he would let them stay up late and buy them the world's sugariest snacks.

“Mom, come on!” Your daughter said as she pulled your hand. “Hurry.”

“Woah there missy,” You chuckled from her death grip. “Pump the brakes.”

You arrived at the door seconds later after your daughter. She was already knocking on the door, eagerly waiting for Bucky to open the door and attack her with kisses.

“Daddy!” She exclaimed excitedly as Bucky opened the door.

“Buttercup!” He picked her up and started to pepper kisses on her cheek. “You’re finally here!” Bucky placed her down and pushed her inside, he then looked at your grumpy son you were holding on your hip. “Why does he look upset? Is he ok?”

“Someone is a little grumpy today because they decided to skip nap time,” You sighed. “I couldn’t get him down at all.”

Bucky took him gently from your arms, “Aw come here buddy.” Your son instantly laid his head on his shoulder and gripped his shoulders.

“I’m really sorry I called last minute,” You apologized. “I just needed someone to watch the kids and I don’t trust anyone.”

“S’okay Peach, don’t worry.” His eyes ran up and down your body, “You’re dolled up, what's the occasion?” Bucky crossed his fingers, hoping it wasn’t a date and that you were going to a meeting or a girls night out.

You took an involuntary deep breath in, contemplating if you should tell Bucky you were finally going on a date.

“I’m going to have dinner…with a friend.”

“A friend?” A line appeared between Bucky's eyebrows. “Say this wouldn’t be a man friend would it?”

“Yes it is,” You replied firmly. “A very nice man friend.”

His face fell, clearly upset. “Peach….”

“It’s been 2 and a half years Bucky, I think it’s time for me to go on with my life.”

“I’m not saying you shouldn’t,” Bucky said defensively. “If he tries anything and I mean anything, call me.”

Bucky didn’t realize how much it affected him knowing you were out there on a date. Thoughts of the guy making you blush under his gaze plagued his mind. His brain ventured to your first date.

It was such a simplistic date.

You knew Bucky wasn’t ready to be in public for long periods of time and truth be told you weren’t either. You were scared to push him too far or make him uncomfortable so you decided staying inside was the best choice. You settled on making one of his mom's old recipes while a record from the 40s played in the background.

Though it seemed simple to you, it wasn’t to him. You had gone to every record store imaginable trying to find the perfect record. You had to wait 3 days for Steve to come back on his mission to ask for the recipe because you didn’t want to ruin the surprise. The last part was you had to pretend the team was going out just so you could have the compound to yourselves.

Needless to say it was Bucky’s favorite day. Even to this day every time he makes his mom’s old recipe the aroma of roasted tomatoes and basil takes him back in time. It always does.

The kids were sound asleep in their rooms. Bucky was sitting on the couch with the remote in one hand and a beer in the other. He was watching one of the many home videos he made. This one was days after you had given birth to your son. You had bags under your eyes, visibly tired and your baby bump was still there but you wore a smile as you looked down into his eyes. Though you felt disgusting Bucky had never seen anything as beautiful as you in that moment

Bucky took out his necklace with his wedding band on it, “Oh Peach,” He sighed as he played with it. “Why did I ever let you get away? Your such a fucking idiot Barnes.”

A couple seconds later and he heard the all too familiar knock on his door. He let out a groan of effort as he got up from the couch. He turned off the t.v and set the beer on the coffee table before he opened the door.

“Over already?” Bucky teased.

You rolled your eyes as you smiled at him, “Yes it’s over already James.”

“Come in,” He widened the door for you to walk through.

You hadn’t stepped into his house ever since the divorce. Everything was exactly the same as you left it. Even the fake succulents you placed on the coffee table as a joke were still there, dust free. It almost felt like you were coming home to him after a long day or work.

“How’d it go Peach?”

“It certainly was a date,” You answered as you shrugged your shoulders.

Bucky had gone into the kitchen and pulled out two beers–one for you and one for him. He handed yours over before settling down next to you. “That bad?”

“It wasn’t bad but it wasn’t great either,” You explained. “Don’t get me wrong, he was a very nice guy, almost too nice if you ask me.”

Bucky took a swig before he spoke, “Did he touch you?” His voice had dropped an octave and he stared at you intensely.

“What if he did?” You retorted. “If he already did it you can’t do anything about it.”

“Show me.” It was a question but a demand. There was no room for argument and Bucky was going to get his answer.

You pointed to your right hip, “Just here.” Bucky’s jaw clenched and his tongue poked the side of his cheek. He never did like when anyone would touch you and it still hasn’t gone away.

“I should go get the kids.”

You stood up from the couch and began to walk towards the kids room. You barely got out the living room when Bucky pinned you against the wall, his hand went behind your head and cradled it to make sure you wouldn’t get hurt.

“Did you like it?”

“What?” Your brows scrunched in confusion as you gave him a puzzled look. “Bucky, I really have to get the-”

“I said,” Bucky growled as his muscular thigh made his way in between your legs, brushing up against your clothed pussy. “Did. You. Like. It?”

You gulped as you felt the heat grow between your legs. “No.”

“Course you didn’t,” He smugly muttered as he started to roll your hips against his thigh.

“Bucky we shouldn’t do this,” You warned, yet still allowed him to maneuver your body.

“Come on Peach it’ll just be one more time.”

“You know damn well it won’t be just one time.”

Bucky leaned close to your ear, his breath fanned against the shell. “You’re telling me you don’t want this? That you haven’t touched yourself thinking about me. ”

Of course you have. Another thing you missed was the sheer pleasure only Bucky could give to you. You were positive that you would never find a man who could make you feel anything even remotely close to what Bucky could make you feel.

“Answer me.”

“Yes, I have.”

That’s all it took for Bucky to throw you over his shoulder and take you to the bedroom. You swear you’ve never seen him go to the bedroom with such urgency even when you were together. Bucky locked the door, rattling the doorknob just to make sure it really was locked. Once he knew that it was, he threw you on the bed.

Your head landed on the array of pillows after he threw you. You giggled as your head felt dizzy. You propped yourself on your elbows and Bucky’s clothes were already gone. He then grabbed your ankle and yanked you closer towards him.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” Bucky muttered, taking off your heels. “Making me feel like a goddamn horny teenager again.” His hands urged to have your clothes off, desperate to feel your skin on his again.

“Get these out of the way,” He growled, ripping off your clothes. You didn’t even care, his hands on your body made your skin go hot. “Can’t wait to hear you scream my name.”

“Th-the kids Bucky….” You breathlessly moaned, knowing you definitely wouldn’t be able to contain your moans with his cock stuffed in you.

Bucky hovered over your body, his head going for your neck, biting, sucking . “You can be as loud as you want Peach,” He said as he glided the head of his cock up and down your slick folds. “The walls are soundproof, remember?”

He lined himself to your entrance, the tip barely in. “Or do you not remember when you used to cry out my name while you creamed my cock and the neighbours would knock at our door at 3 in the morning.”

Buckky started to push in achingly slow, making sure you felt him. “Or when you got pregnant and you couldn’t get enough of me and I had to fuck you to sleep every single night.”

You remembered it all, it was engraved into your mind for as long as you lived. Your hormones used to be all over the place and you became insatiable for Bucky. So insatiable that he had to cockwarm you as you slept just to feel full.

You gasped when Bucky was fully sheathed into you. You arched off the bed and close to his chest. His hand delved into the deep set of your arch and pulled you until you were flush against his chest.

“I got you Peach, I got you,” He shushed you as you sobbed in pleasure. “Just relax, I’m going to take care of you.”

You relaxed into his touch, waiting for him to start thrusting. But he never did. Your left hand left his back and softly caressed his cheek, your eyes hurriedly searched for his, looking for any signs something was slightly off. “What’s wrong? Are you feeling ok?”

“Nothing’s wrong Peach,” He kissed your forehead, all your worries dissipated away. He looked straight into the pools of your eyes. “You are so beautiful.”

You playfully rolled your eyes, “You’re such a sap.”

“I don’t care.”

His eyes were clouded with pure adoration. No lust. Just love. It was the same look he gave you the first time he told you he loved you. The same one when you told him you were pregnant. The same one the day you finalized the divorce and told you he would always be there no matter what.

“Peach…” Bucky moaned, maintaining a steady pace to feel all of you. “God, you feel so good.” Using his right hand he lifted your hips up to get that angle you needed.

“Bucky,” You gasped when he hit that spot, your legs instantly locking around his hips. “R-Right there, please don’t stop.”

“Feels s’good doesn’t it Peach?” You whimpered out a yes, your legs starting to shake from the pleasure as his cock kept hitting that spot. Your hand found its way to his hair, giving it a slight tug just the way he liked it.

It didn’t take you long to approach your orgasm. Everything felt so good. It felt like electricity was running through your lower half, growing with intensity with each thrust. Your other hand raked down his back all the way down to his ass, pushing him deeper into you if it was even possible.

“M’close Bucky,” You breathed out.

“Me too Peach,” He said, slightly speeding up his thrusts.

The both of you were close. If any of you were to say one more filthy thing to each other it would be the end of you. Even now you’re both teetering over the edge from the sinful sounds that came from your mouths.

You came without warning, not even expecting it yourself. You cried out in liss, your toes curling as you fell and allowed the pleasure to take over your body. Bucky couldn’t handle how tight you felt around him. The way your walls spasmed against him sent him into his own abyss of pleasure.

You could feel his cum seeping out of you and you swear you were in heaven. The pleasure had plagued your mind that you didn’t notice Bucky had left the room, coming back with a rag to clean you up.

“There she is,” He smiled, the rag being dragged over your body. “How’s my favorite girl doing?”

“Amazing,” was the only word that came out of your mouth. “I’ve never felt so good,” You added after a few seconds passed.

Bucky threw the rag in the laundry basket and started walking towards his side of the bed. The bed dipped as he laid beside you, his hand caressing your cheek. “Good.” He noticed the way your eyes would flutter shut and then flutter right back open, you were beyond tired. “Go to sleep, Peach. You need it.”

-

Bucky reached out for you in the morning, only to be faced with a cold pillow. He was hoping he would be able to wake up with you one last time but the world wasn’t in his favor. He was about to turn over and try to fall back asleep when he heard your voice. He thought he was dreaming but then he heard your daughter's voice.

“Are they almost done mommy?” She asked.

“Yes they are, we just have 2 more.”

He got up from the bed, grabbing the sweatpants near his bed and putting them on. He quietly walked over to the kitchen, the aroma of his favorite breakfast food becoming stronger. He peeked his head from the corner and there you were in his shirt, cooking breakfast for him with your two children.

“Morning sleepyhead,” You greeted as you flipped the pancake.

“Daddy!” Your daughter cheerfully greeted. She left your side and ran towards him, your son following behind. “Happy Father's day.”

“Buttercup!” He lifted your daughter from the ground and carried her on his hip. He did the same with your son, carrying him on his other hip. He walked to the dining table, placing them in their designated spots.

Bucky came up right behind you, hugging you from behind. “Happy Father's day,” You said, turning around to face him. “How’d you sleep?”

“I slept like a baby thanks to you,” He responded. “For a second I thought you had gone to your house.”

“Sorry, figured I would do something nice for you, it is father’s day after all. If I knew I was going to be here I would’ve gotten you a gift.”

“Peach you are my gift,” He quipped, kissing the tip of your nose. “Nothing can be better than this.”

“You big sap,” You teased. “Come on, eat some breakfast. I’m sure you’re starving.”

Bucky didn’t say anything as he took you with him to the table, setting you on his lap after he sat down. He placed his chin on your shoulder,

“Peach?”

“Yeah?” You responded as you fixed him a plate.

“I love you.”

You waited a couple of seconds before responding “I love you too,” You said as you set his plate down.

Bucky’s face lit up from joy when he heard the 4 words come from your mouth. “Does this mean you want to try again?” He whispered into your ear.

“Depends are you willing to make this work?” You whispered back in his ear.

“Of course I am. I’ll do anything.”

You brushed his hair back with your fingers. “Then yes, I want to try again.”

Bucky wasn’t going to mess up again. Not this time. This time he was going to make everything perfect just for you.

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Oh what about Sebastian Stan brings his pregnant girlfriend, reader to their favorite place where they first met. He proposed to her

The proposal

Yn and Sebastian had been dating over 5 years ago they were happy excepting a baby what else they will need, Sebastian had been planning in proposing her over a year ago but he didn’t knew how to do he been seeing Google, YouTube for ideas but nothing he also ask Scarlett and Elizabeth for some ideas but nothing he had in mind so he ask hemsworth in how to plan it, he give me some good idea and everything until chris told him “ why u don’t propose to her in y’all favorite place “ Sebastian thinking he accepted it, form the help of the boys and girls he had planned a beautiful event just for them two, family and friends to see.

The girls will take yn out to get her hair done , and dress, makeup. While Sebastian and the guys will do the decorations with ymn ( ur mom ) help.

4 hours later

The girls will going back with yn all ready and beautiful with her baby bump, Sebastian was nervous and excited since he doesn’t know what yn will say,

Yn arrived and the girls help her go over with Sebastian when she saw everything she was speechless she walk all the way to Sebastian he was a smiling and happy seeing her. Sebastian got in one knee and told her “ I would love for you to grow old with me You are the one I wanted to find, to tell that I need you all my life, from this day on till the rest of my life yn will u marry me “ yn was all in tears and said to him yes !!!!

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[bonky-n-steeb]

a clandestine affair —

summary || bucky can’t hold himself back when you look that gorgeous at Tony’s house warming party.

warnings || semi public sex, breeding kink, dirty talking, choking, fingering, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, dacryphilia, bucky is horny and filthy af. PWP — MINORS DNI 🔞 if any of this makes you uncomfortable then please do not read!

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I have no idea why I’ve written this, guess I’m just horny but then what’s new..

“Bucky, what are you doing?” You giggled as Bucky led you into a room. His entire body was pressed to your back and you nearly moaned as he sucked on your neck. You harshly chewed on your lip to stop the moans from spilling out. “We can’t do it here…” you tried speaking some sense into him.

“Why can’t we?” He rasped back as he continued his ministrations. You nearly lost your thought process as he nibbled on your neck before leaving the bruises with his tongue. “Because…” you trailed off as his fingers slipped past your dress and trailed up your thighs.

“Because we’re at a party!” You finally blurted out, but it didn’t really have an effect. He just hummed and continued until you were touching the wall. You reached down to swat his hand away, but he cupped your clothed cunt and you backtracked in your plans. “They wouldn’t know.”

Technically he wasn’t wrong, the party was going on in full swing at the lawn, and you were at nearly the other end of the huge mansion. It was a house warning party arranged by Tony and right from Clint to Sam, everyone with their families was invited.

“Bucky but…” your train of thoughts derailed as he began circling your clit through your soaked panties. You closed your eyes and leaned your forehead against the cool wall to ground yourself. “What if someone finds us?” Producing coherent thoughts was getting more difficult as Bucky played your body to his tune.

His lips were busy sucking bruises on your neck and his metal arm held your hip while his flesh hand was making you dizzy with its ministrations. “They won’t even notice we’re gone.“ his reply was muffled by your skin. The trail of saliva left behind by him cooled down on your neck and made goosebumps erupt.

You stopped protesting when he pushed your panties aside and ran his fingers over your wet folds. He hummed against the column of your neck and your eyes nearly rolled back when two of his thick fingers entered your drenched hole. “Oh Bucky…” you moaned out his name.

“Be quiet sugar, we can’t have them listening, now can we?” His voice was thick with lust and even that somehow aroused your more. You squirmed and tried to suppress your moans as his fingers hit that spot within you that you couldn’t reach with your fingers.

You stood on your tip toes as he fingered you and kept murmuring filth in your ear. “You hear how wet your pussy is, sugar. You can’t deny me this softness when you yourself need it so bad.” You felt your face heat up at his words, but you were loving every second of it.

You were already on an edge with the thought of getting caught and though it sounded sinful, it still excited you. His palm was rubbing deliciously against your clit and that combined with every other sensation had you clenching down on his fingers.

But right as you were about to cascade down the abyss of bliss, Bucky pulled out his fingers. Your eyes snapped open and you turned around to gawk at Bucky. You whined pathetically and he just chuckled at your struggle, “Have patience my dear, because I need you to make a mess on my cock.”

The sound that bubbled up your throat definitely wasn’t dignified. Just moments before you were worried that someone would find you, but by now you’d almost forgotten about it. Bucky knew what an effect he had on you, and he probably got off on it. It took him mere moments to turn you into a whiny mess.

Your palms curled on the flat wall as you heard him unzip his pants. You were breathing heavily as he pressed his cock against your swollen folds and rubbed it, wetting it in your slick. You choked on your breath as his girthy head entered you and he groaned out.

“Fuck,.. you’re so tight sugar. If it wasn’t me fucking you silly every night, I would’ve pegged you for a virgin.” Your entire body writhed like a leaf as he entered you inch by inch. You could feel his hot breath against your neck and every single cell in your body had become hypersensitive.

Bucky snaked his arm around your shoulder and the other held your hips, locking you still, and only then did he start thrusting inside you. There was this sense of urgency in his movements that you didn’t really understand, but whenever you opened your mouth to speak, only broken moans came out.

You tried your best to keep quiet, but you couldn’t stop your whimpers no matter how hard you tried. Bucky’s wasn’t holding back as he fucked you within an inch of your life. His hand on your hips snaked down to press tight circles over your clit.

Bucky pressed his metal hand tightly over your mouth to muffle your moans. “You gotta keep it low sugar, or someone will hear us.” Your walls pulsated around his hard length and he increased his pace, hitting deeper the before. “Oh you naughty girl, you like this, don’t you? You wanna get caught?”

Your clammy hands slipped on the wall and Bucky was the only thing holding you up. “Is that why you’re wearing such a slutty dress?” You were just wearing a cute sundress, but your eyes watered from the intensity of the whole act, and Bucky turned your face around a bit to lick up at the salty tears.

“Oh sugar, I saw how wonderful you are with the kids and I couldn’t help but think of putting my baby in you. And no better time than now, right?” He was thrusting up into you like a man possessed and you gulped when you finally realised the reason behind his urgency.

“God, you’d look so fucking gorgeous all full and swollen with my child.” The more Bucky talked, the more he pulled you into his fantasy. “Bucky… yesss!” You slurred as you spoke. “Yeah sugar, don’t worry. I’m gonna fuck you so nice and deep that you’ll make me a daddy.”

You sobbed into his hand as your suddenly came. This orgasm hit you out of nowhere and shook you right through your core. Your legs trembled and Bucky tightened his hold on your to keep you from falling. Your entire body felt electrified as you writhed under him.

“See, you’ve made such a mess on my cock, just like I wanted. Good girl.” You were nearly nearly boneless and yet his praise went to your head. You were so sensitive that you could feel the course material of his pants against your thighs as he pressed against you.

“Tell me sugar, you gonna make me a daddy?” His question had you shaking your head passionately. He flicked your swollen clit and you feared you’d come again soon. His hand slipped lower from your mouth and curled around your neck. You arched your back such that your head was resting on his chest as he rammed into you.

“Did I fuck you dumb, sugar?” His voice had become breathy and hoarse. You didn’t know whether it was a rhetorical question or not, but you didn’t have much time to ponder as he answered it himself. “Guess I have.” He chuckled darkly in your ear.

You were still riding the high of the first orgasm when you felt the next one approaching. “Kiss me..” you blurted out even though it was barely above a whisper. Bucky turned your head again, and crashed his lips down on yours.

You didn’t really have the energy to kiss him back, but you happily let him guide the movements. The kiss was passionate as he explored your mouth with his tongue and his hand tightened just a tad bit on your neck, but that was enough for you to cum harder than you ever had.

You lost the sense of time as you crashed through the waves of overwhelming bliss. You felt Bucky cock twitch inside you and the feeling of his hot cum filling you up had your eyes rolling in the back of your head. Drool collected at the corner of your mouth and Bucky hummed as licked it off.

Bucky placed his metal arm on the wall as you caught your breath and you too heavily leaned on him. You could feel his cum trickle down your thighs as he pulled out and you sighed. “We..” you cleared your dry throat before speaking. “We gotta go home. Can’t go in front of them like this.”

Bucky hummed as he readjusted your panties and dress until you were at least presentable. Though one look at your dazed eyes was a give away. He was quick to zip up his pants and he hissed as he did. You leaned on his as you walked out of the room and roamed the halls until you finally found the back exit.

“Oh god, there you are!” You both stopped dead in your tracks when you heard Tony’s voice behind you. “We’ve been searching you everywhere. What the hell were you doing?” Tony’s smile dropped when you two turned around and you could bet he knew exactly what you’d been up to. And with a very straight laced voice, Bucky replied,

“We were christening your house.”

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[writing-for-marvel]

He’s Hazardous To My Health Series Masterlist

Warnings: strictly 18+ only, smut, unprotected vaginal sex, possessive sex, semi public sex, TRIGGER WARNING mention of a child dying from an epileptic seizure, mention of child abuse, car accident and resulting injuries, set in a hospital/emergency room, mentions of wounds & surgery & loss of life, needles & stitching, injuries to children, jealousy, angst, individual warnings at the top of each fic

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Paramedic!Bucky Barnes x Resident!Fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes is a beefy paramedic with a traumatic past, who has left a trail of broken hearts behind him. You are a resident doctor new to town, who barely has time to date between long shifts. When your paths cross in your ER during a disaster, is it the start of something magical, or are you destined to be just another of Bucky’s former flames?

Last Updated: 28th August 2023

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[urdepressedslut]

You’re Mine, Sunshine

♡ Pairing: Grumpy!Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: Bucky gets picked by a very rich and respected man to be his daughter’s personal bodyguard. The Father warns him that it won’t be an easy job, that she is a brat and difficult to deal with. But what happens when Bucky meets you and you’re the complete opposite?

♡ Warnings: mentions of amputation, light angst, hints to violence, mentions of death, bucky being a grumpy man

Part 2

Trope ⇢ Grumpy x Sunshine | Mob!AU Bodyguard!AU

“Mr. Barnes, your résumé so far is quite impressive.” Pierce acknowledged with a slow nod.

Bucky of course had a trained eye, but the glares that were not so subtly sent his way by the big boss— were intimidating. He wasn’t scared, no. He simply respected this man’s power. Bucky knew better than to get on the bad side of someone like Pierce.

“Says here you’re an amputee?” Pierce asked so bluntly, and he noticed Bucky’s eyes squint slightly. “Sorry, if I’m overstepping but nothing will be overlooked.”

“It’s not a problem, sir.” Bucky assured him. “Yes, I lost my left arm during a mission way back.”

Pierce furrowed his brows.

“Mission? I take it you used to be an agent of some sort.” He assumed.

Bucky nodded.

“Hm, very good. Continue.” He waved him on.

“I had some surgical procedures— and now I have a prosthetic.”

Bucky lifted his left arm, rolling his sleeve slightly up to expose the metal to the boss. Pierce hummed impressively, taking in the intricate designs on the metal.

“I can assure you that me having a prosthetic will not be an issue— my arm is made out of only the strongest metal. Bullet proof, in fact.” He added, hoping it would further impress the boss, proving just how perfect for the job he was.

It wasn’t his dream to be a bodyguard, actually it was quite a low in his career— if you asked him. He had fallen out of his previous steady job, due to some complications. He had the experience of being a bodyguard— just not for only one person. It would be a weird change for him, but he was willing to take on the challenge. Also, the pay was nice.

Pierce hummed again, the information that his prosthetic arm was bullet proof— only satisfying him more.

“Like I said, impressive Mr. Barnes. But this is an extremely important task. My only daughter, who must be protected at all costs.” Pierce trailed off, expression growing serious. “It’s been a hard adjustment since the passing of my wife, my daughter is all I have left.”

Bucky nodded in understanding, knowing what it was like to lose loved ones. In fact, that wound was still fresh on him.

“If I allow you to take on this role, you are to swear to yourself that you will do whatever it takes to keep her alive— no matter what.” Pierce spoke loudly, his voice orotund.

Bucky in the back of his mind thought about his choice of words. ‘If I allow you.’ Bucky respected this man, but he had to hold back the scoff that threatened to escape his lips at his statement.

“Do you think you’re ready for that?” Pierce challenged, and suddenly it wasn’t about his daughter at all. It was a man challenging another man, a task that he deemed impossible.

His metal hand behind his back whirred in annoyance. After all that fluffing his head up, complimenting his training. It was clear Pierce thought so little of him, and at that— it made Bucky wanna take the job even more. Just to prove him wrong.

“Yes sir.” Bucky promised, shaking Pierces hand in a firm— slightly aggressive shake.

Pierce smiled, dropping Bucky’s résumé on his desk. Getting himself comfortable, he sat on the edge of the front of the desk, crossing his arms.

“Now, let’s go through what is to be expected.” He started, Bucky nodded for him to continue. “You are to be with her at all times, except for when you sleep. You do sleep right?”

Bucky let the scoff escape this time, but it wasn’t as aggressive as he wanted it to be.

“I’ve got a metal arm, but I’m still human sir.”

Pierce chuckled to himself, and Bucky wanted to roll his eyes. This man thinks he’s so funny.

“Right. You must never let her leave your sight, if she wants to see her friends— you’ll be seeing them with her. Not that it’s going to be an issue, I don’t think she has many friends… or any.” The boss shrugged, seemingly unconcerned about his daughter.

Bucky nodded, taking everything in.

“You are going to be staying with her in the safe house… well— she thinks it’s just a house but the area is guarded with my men.” He shrugged again. “I’m a successful man and with that comes enemies, people who look for my weaknesses. You know that.”

Bucky gave a tight lipped smile, Pierce so far sounding like a father of the year.

“Now, about my daughter. Her name is (Y/n) (Y/L/n), and she is a handful.” Pierce stated frustratedly. “She’s rude, ungrateful, nasty— and just overall extremely difficult.”

Bucky furrowed his brows, rethinking his decision to be a bodyguard for this girl. Fucking lovely.

“You can now understand why I’m paying you the offered amount. It’s only fair to you, Mr. Barnes. Truthfully, I can’t deal with her anymore. I love her, and she’s my daughter but… It just doesn’t work out with me. I’m a busy man— I don’t have time for brats.” Pierce spat, straightening up and heading back around his desk.

Bucky had already been creating this mental image of you, so far you sounded like a witch. He was not at all ready to be dealing with you 24/7.

“Doesn’t sound like a problem boss, I’m happy to be protecting your daughter. Nobody will lay a hair on her head, I swear on my life.” Bucky promised again, bowing his head slightly.

“Oh I know. If anything happens to her and I find out you were slacking even by an inch… well you’re a smart man, I’m sure you can figure it out.” Pierce warned, and Bucky swallowed at the mere intimidation that laced his voice.

But he would not back down to this challenge, which is how he saw this— not a job.

“That will be all Mr. Barnes, (Y/n) is around here somewhere. Find her and take her home.” He told Bucky, putting on his glasses— focusing on his paperwork.

“Yes sir.”

Bucky nodded and turned to exit the room. He was so confused with the interaction. You’d think someone who hires a bodyguard for their daughter would know where their daughter is. The way he spoke about you was off putting. Bucky didn’t even know you, but it felt wrong to hear someone talk so little about you. What did he know anyway— apparently you were a monster.

He made his way through the building with a swift walk, needing to fulfill his duties and find you quickly. He was on the third floor, about to hit the button to the elevator when he saw a young lady. Despite him wanting to find you all on his own, he got her attention.

“Excuse me,” He waved to her with a fake smile, “Do you know where I can find (Y/n) (Y/L/n)?”

The lady smiled and took Bucky by surprise by laughing. His fake smile vanished immediately, his eyes squinting in a annoyed expression.

“That would be me!” You exclaimed with a warm smile.

Bucky’s eyes widened and he thought for a second he was being fucked with, but after you stayed smiling at him, being as patient as ever— he knew you weren’t joking.

“Uh right… Your dad is Pierce?” He asked hesitantly, keeping his guard up. Still thinking someone was messing with him— testing him.

You nodded slowly, giving him a curious expression. Your smile never wavering.

“Yes, and you are?” You asked so politely.

Bucky shouldn’t of been as shocked as he was but truthfully, he was expecting a demon spawn of a person. Red eyes, withered flowers left in your path, a literal storm cloud floating over you— but you looked so normal. So sweet and pretty. Your hair smelled so strongly of strawberry shampoo, he could catch the scent from his spot. Your voice was like honey, the sound soothing.

He was confused as to why your father thought so wrongly of you. He had too many questions.

He cleared his throat, straightening himself now that he believed you were who he was looking for.

“(Y/n), my name is Mr. Barnes— I’ve been hired as your personal bodyguard.” He informed you, watching the corners of your mouth falter slightly.

“Oh, did my Father hire you?” You asked politely.

“Yes ma’am.”

You nodded your head, attempting to keep a smile on your face. But you couldn’t help the distaste for being given a bodyguard. You knew it was only for the sole purpose, that your Father didn’t want to care for you anymore. He wanted nothing to do with you. That fact was enough to make your nose start to burn, but you held yourself together— not wanting to break down in front of this new guy.

Bucky watched you take in the information, the way you took a deep breath, almost controlling yourself before you spoke again.

“Nice to meet you Mr. Barnes. I’m sure we’re going to be great friends.” You told him.

Bucky shook his head, an annoyed expression etching his face.

“Ma’am, I think we should keep things professional. I have been hired as your bodyguard. Let me do my job, and you can continue with your day as usual. You won’t even know I’m here half the time.” He explained rather harshly.

You seemed taken aback, his words hurting you more than they should’ve. You were lonely, and you thought you’d be able to get a friend out of this situation. Even if he was being hired to hang around you. Luck didn’t seem to be on your side as he told you off. The burning felt stronger in your nose, and you took another deep breath.

Bucky only felt bad for a second, but he was quickly snapping back to reality. It was his life on the line to protect you, and if Bucky was anything— it was that he was good at doing his job. This was business, not playtime.

“I’m here to take you home. Are you ready?” He asked you.

You relaxed your quick beating heart, not even having time to speak with your Father. Not that he’d want to anyway. So much had changed since your Mother passed, you had yet to heal those wounds.

You nodded with a weaker smile, one that didn’t quite reach your eyes. If Bucky had noticed your sudden mood change, he didn’t mention it— instead guiding you outside.

He opened the door to the car that was waiting outside for you, climbing in himself after you were settled.

He started driving to your place, with the help of the car telling him directions.

Meanwhile you gazed out the window, watching the buildings pass by. You forced yourself to keep a small smile on your face, hoping you’d convince yourself that the gesture was genuine if you did it long enough.

Bucky glanced back at you through the rear view mirror from time to time, watching you look out the window. He was still trying to come to terms with how polite you were, how completely opposite you were to your Fathers description.

On one hand it was a relief that he didn’t have to deal with the devil. On the other hand… he was anxious to see where this job would lead him.

A/N: I don’t know what is wrong with me, but suddenly I had this urge to write a bodyguard!bucky fic. let’s be honest, we are all slut’s for bodyguard!bucky 😭 I’m also a whore for the trope grumpy x sunshine 🥰🥴 let me know what you think— this is all word vomit.

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