Angel

Mafia!Sebastian Stan x Baker!Reader

Warning: Oral sex (f receiving), angst, feelings???, unintentional exhibition, let me know if i missed any!

Summary: You never thought you’d be standing at the door of a murderer, but here you are.

A/n: I’m so sorry this part took so long, but i lost motivation halfway through :( I’ll have the next part up soon!

“Here’s your dress, Ms. Y/l/n,” The man says, flashing his smile at you. You give him a tight-lipped smile as you dig through your purse, pulling out your credit card. You’ve been getting ready for your date all day, going shopping for new shoes, buying yourself some new lipstick, and now, you’re picking up your dress from the dry-cleaners’.

You wouldn’t say your exactly excited about this date, but it’s something to get your mind off of last night. You can’t believe you got off to a murderer.

Your parents raised you better than that.

When you called your best friend up, she hooked you up with the seemingly perfect man. You’d met her friend multiple times before, but never thought of him in that sense.

“It’s already paid for.” The man states. You lift your head to look at him, furrowing your eyebrows.

“What? No, I haven’t paid for it,” You insist, grabbing your dress. The man across from the counter smiles, shrugging his shoulders.

“It was paid for by the name of…” He starts, grabbing the receipt to look at it. “Mr. Stan?”

Your lips part in shock, your shoulders falling.

Seriously?

This is what he’s doing now? He’s bribing you to come by his house? You sigh, tucking the dress under your arm and walking out of the small store. You drive all the way home, angry at Sebastian.

What does he not understand? You don’t want anything to do with him. He’s a bad person! How are you supposed to ignore him if he’s calling you and paying for your things?

You walk through your front door, shutting it behind you. You toss the dress over onto your couch, groaning. You wish you could just lay in bed all night, instead of having to go on this date.

You walk down your hallway, entering your bedroom. On your bed sits a white box, with a note on top. You jerk your head around, making sure you’re not being followed. You’re sure you locked your door, you’re positive.

Your heart thumps in your chest, knowing exactly who was in your home. But how?

You walk forward, picking up the small note.

‘If you’re going to be with another man, you might as well look good while you’re doing it. Thank me later’

The hair on the back of your neck stands up as you drop the note, tearing into the box. You lift the lid to reveal a set of white, lacey lingerie. It’s beautiful, you can’t deny that. The flower covering the nipple portion of the bra is gorgeous. You run your finger across the top of the lingerie, picturing yourself in this set.

You’ve never worn lingerie, but you think you just might tonight.

—–

“And so I told 'em, I can’t file your taxes if you’re unemployed!” Jake says, laughing so hard his shoulders are shaking. You fake a laugh, gritting your teeth. Your date has been telling a “joke” about doing taxes for the past 30 minutes.

The restaurant is loud and cluttered. Your black dress is wrapped tightly around your body, as if it’s begging you not to take it off for this man. Your white lingerie is hugging your body, reminding you of a certain man.

You’re bored out of your mind, but you don’t want to be. You really wanted to go on this date to forget about Sebastian, but it seems you’re only thinking about him more. You find yourself comparing Jake to Sebastian, only for Jake to fall short.

You really tried to be interested in Jake, but it’s impossible. How are you supposed to forget about Sebastian when he’s so… Enchanting? How are you ever supposed to be with another man if Sebastian keeps popping up randomly?

“I have to go,” You blurt out, scooting your chair out from under the table. Jake furrows his eyebrows, looking up at you as you stand.

“What? Why?” He asks. You ignore him, scrambling to find your pocketbook. Once you have it, you rush to exit the restaurant, one thing on your mind.

If you ever want to be with someone else, you have to tell Sebastian to leave you alone.

——-

You stare at the door in front of you, swallowing the lump in your throat. The taxi ride here was dreadful, a million scenarios running through your head, not sure which one will actually play out.

It’s dark outside, but you can’t bring yourself to knock on the door. Sebastian is a killer.

Had you forgotten that when you randomly decided to show up at his house? Who says he won’t kill you tonight? You know what he’s capable of. Before you can convince yourself to turn around, the door is opening, revealing a very confused Sebastian.

He’s dressed in his usual— tight, black pants and a black dress shirt. His cross necklace is nestled in his chest hair, where the top two buttons are undone. Sebastian flickers his eyes up and down your body, drinking your image in. You almost forget what you’re there for, until he flashes his white smile.

“What a pleasant surprise,” He says, stepping to the side. You plant your feet on the ground, stopping yourself from going inside. You came here to do one thing, and you know if you go inside, it’ll be hard to leave.

“You have to leave me alone,” You say, your voice shaky. Standing up to a man who has murdered somebody wasn’t necessarily on your bucket list, but here you are. Before Sebastian can respond, you continue.

“You can’t keep popping up in my life. No more paying for my stuff, no more texting me, no more inviting me over,” You demand. Sebastian leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest.

“And why’s that?” He asks, his voice deep.

“You’re a bad man, Sebastian. I watched you murder somebody, I can’t be with someone like that,” You say, watching as Sebastian steps forward. There’s a new smirk on his face, one you haven’t seen yet. He uncrosses his arms, dropping them by his side.

“If I’m such a bad man, why are you wearing the lingerie I bought you?”

You gulp, taking a deep breath. He can’t possibly know you have it on under your dress, can he? You take a step backward, creating distance between the two of you. “I don’t,” You answer, your voice quiet.

Sebastian steps forward again, lifting his arm and reaching it out to you. He hooks his index finger beneath the strap of your dress, lifting it from your skin. The white strap of your lingerie becomes visible, a smile growing on his face. “Why are you lying to me, huh?”

He pops the strap back against your skin, his hand falling down to caress your arm. “You know better than to lie to me,” He says, his voice laced with authority. You can feel your mind slipping already, dragging you under, making it harder for you to deny him. His face is inches from yours, his eyes flickering down to your lips.

Cold chills pop up on your arm, where he’s caressing it. “Did he touch you?” He asks, watching as you shake your head, unable to speak. You’ve never been so fucked out, without even being touched. Sebastian leans forward, his nose brushing against yours.

“Good girl,”

With that, you let go, pushing forward and kissing him. His hands drop from your arm to your waist, pulling you inside. He shuts the door behind you, his lips moving with yours. You feel your breath get trapped in your throat, too mesmerized to remember to breathe. He grabs your waist again, pulling you forward as he walks backward. The kiss is eager, desperate, everything you thought it would be.

You feel yourself being pushed against something hard and cold, but you only focus on Sebastian’s hands gripping you, his lips pulling you in. He pulls away, pressing his forehead against yours. You’re able to see where you are now, taking it all in. You’re in his kitchen, your back pressed against the counter. It’s one of the nicest kitchens you’ve been in, but you’re not thinking about that right now.

“Let me taste you,” He breathes, licking his lips. A smirk grows on his face as he squeezes your ass through your dress. “Or am I too bad for that?”

You roll your eyes, reaching up and tangling your fingers in his hair, pushing him down until he’s on his knees. Sebastian smiles up at you, his hands bunching the bottom of your dress up, revealing your white panties. He presses a kiss to the inside of your thighs, his eyes on yours. “Beg me,” He demands, earning a whimper out of you.

You’ve never been good at being vocal in the bedroom– especially not with men. You’ve always felt more confident in the bedroom when you’re with a girl, but you feel completely lost when it comes to being with a man. But you’ve never wanted anything more, so you’ll do whatever he wants you to do.

“Please, let me feel you,” You whisper, tugging on his hair, trying to pull him closer to your center. You can feel yourself soaking through your panties, sticking to the inside of your thighs. Sebastian shakes his head, seemingly unsatisfied with your plea.

You pout, swinging one leg over his shoulder, his face practically touching your panties. “Need you so bad, Seb, ’m aching,” You mutter, tears threatening to slip out. You think you might actually die if he doesn’t start touching you soon.

Sebastian chuckles quietly, reaching up and pulling your panties down your leg. He moans when you’re exposed, your folds glistening and gleaming for him. He spreads you apart with his thumbs, a string of your arousal spreading between your thighs. “So fucking perfect,” He mumbles, his thumb moving to your swollen bud.

You tighten your grip on his hair, resting your head against the cabinet behind you. You close your eyes, letting bliss overtake you. Sebastian presses his thumb against your clit, gently rubbing circles, looking up at you. “Does that feel good, doll?”

You nod, taking your bottom lip between your teeth. Your moan is trapped in your throat, scared to let go. You’re caught off guard when he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking it into his mouth. He sucks on it gently, while keeping your folds spread with his fingers. You moan quietly, working up the courage to become undone. Your stomach tightens, your head filled with fireworks.

When the sensation becomes too much, he pulls away, burying his face between your legs, licking and slurping up every trace of you. His tongue pushes its way into your tight hole, spreading you open. He fucks you with his tongue, earning another moan out of you. This one is loud, louder than you thought it would be.

Sebastian moans against you, reaching up and cupping your ass, pulling you closer to his face. He adds his finger, your cunt clenching around it. You pant above him, your fingers tightening in his hair. You’ve never been this gone before, especially not so quickly.

You don’t care that he’s a bad man. You don’t care that he’s done bad things. You don’t care that he has blood on his hands.

You are completely crazy for this man.

Sebastian looks up at you, his eyes dazed, locked onto yours. “Cum for me, doll,” He rasps, his lips pink and swollen. Your moan gets trapped in your throat as you struggle to keep your orgasm at bay.

But how could you? The most powerful man you’ve ever met is on his knees for you, doing everything in his power to make you feel good.

Despite the clear power imbalance between the two of you, you’ve never felt more powerful.

You feel a wave of pleasure wash over your body, your legs shaking, trapping Sebastian between them. Sebastian coaxes you through your orgasm, pulling back and resting his cheek against the inside of your thigh. You look down at him, attempting to catch your breath.

“Holy shit,” You mutter, watching as he rises to his feet. He smugly licks his lips. reaching out and stroking your jaw with his hand. He stares in your eyes, opening his mouth as if he wants to say something, but he’s interrupted by the sound of footsteps. You both turn to face the man at the bottom of the stairs, who’s dressed in the same outfit as Sebastian.

The man with the brown hair and blue eyes clears his throat, smirking. “Sounds like you’re busy, so I’ll show myself out,” He says, turning to the door. You turn to face Sebastian, your face red and full of anger.

You can’t believe he had people over! He ate you out in the middle of the kitchen, knowing anyone could walk down and see you? You know the mysterious man heard you! When Sebastian turns to face you, his smile drops, his eyebrows furrowing.

“What?”

“You are unbelievable! Am I some sick game to you?” You ask, pulling your dress back down. You grab your phone, walking to the door. Sebastian follows you, reaching out and grabbing your waist, spinning you back around to face him.

“What are you talking about? I thought we were having a good time?” He asks. You huff, shaking your head. The way you feel now is a major contrast from how you felt earlier. Instead of feeling powerful and divine, you feel cheap and dirty. Did he just use you to make himself feel good? Did he want to show off his skills to his friend?

“You had someone over, Sebastian! I thought you really wanted me, not to just use me to make yourself feel good,” You say, pulling your arm back.

Sebastian’s face drops, allowing you to see a glimpse of what’s going on his head. Before you can figure it out, he’s rolling his eyes, clenching his jaw. “You said it yourself, y/n,” He spits, causing you to flinch.

You hadn’t realized how used to 'doll’ you’d become. Now, hearing him say your name is a harsh slap of reality, reminding you that he’ll never be anything to you and you’ll never be anything to him.

“I’m a bad man; What did you expect?”

You swallow down your response, deciding it isn’t worth it anyway. He’s right, and you know it. He’ll never be the person you deserve– the one that shows up at your door with flowers or the person who tells you how much he loves you every day.

You open the door, walking out and slamming it behind you. You rest your back against the door, taking a deep breath.

He’ll never be the one you deserve, but he’ll always be the person you want.

Angel

Mafia!Sebastian Stan x Baker!Reader

Warning: Oral sex (f receiving), angst, feelings???, unintentional exhibition, let me know if i missed any!

Summary: You never thought you’d be standing at the door of a murderer, but here you are.

A/n: I’m so sorry this part took so long, but i lost motivation halfway through :( I’ll have the next part up soon!

“Here’s your dress, Ms. Y/l/n,” The man says, flashing his smile at you. You give him a tight-lipped smile as you dig through your purse, pulling out your credit card. You’ve been getting ready for your date all day, going shopping for new shoes, buying yourself some new lipstick, and now, you’re picking up your dress from the dry-cleaners’.

You wouldn’t say your exactly excited about this date, but it’s something to get your mind off of last night. You can’t believe you got off to a murderer.

Your parents raised you better than that.

When you called your best friend up, she hooked you up with the seemingly perfect man. You’d met her friend multiple times before, but never thought of him in that sense.

“It’s already paid for.” The man states. You lift your head to look at him, furrowing your eyebrows.

“What? No, I haven’t paid for it,” You insist, grabbing your dress. The man across from the counter smiles, shrugging his shoulders.

“It was paid for by the name of…” He starts, grabbing the receipt to look at it. “Mr. Stan?”

Your lips part in shock, your shoulders falling.

Seriously?

This is what he’s doing now? He’s bribing you to come by his house? You sigh, tucking the dress under your arm and walking out of the small store. You drive all the way home, angry at Sebastian.

What does he not understand? You don’t want anything to do with him. He’s a bad person! How are you supposed to ignore him if he’s calling you and paying for your things?

You walk through your front door, shutting it behind you. You toss the dress over onto your couch, groaning. You wish you could just lay in bed all night, instead of having to go on this date.

You walk down your hallway, entering your bedroom. On your bed sits a white box, with a note on top. You jerk your head around, making sure you’re not being followed. You’re sure you locked your door, you’re positive.

Your heart thumps in your chest, knowing exactly who was in your home. But how?

You walk forward, picking up the small note.

‘If you’re going to be with another man, you might as well look good while you’re doing it. Thank me later’

The hair on the back of your neck stands up as you drop the note, tearing into the box. You lift the lid to reveal a set of white, lacey lingerie. It’s beautiful, you can’t deny that. The flower covering the nipple portion of the bra is gorgeous. You run your finger across the top of the lingerie, picturing yourself in this set.

You’ve never worn lingerie, but you think you just might tonight.

—–

“And so I told 'em, I can’t file your taxes if you’re unemployed!” Jake says, laughing so hard his shoulders are shaking. You fake a laugh, gritting your teeth. Your date has been telling a “joke” about doing taxes for the past 30 minutes.

The restaurant is loud and cluttered. Your black dress is wrapped tightly around your body, as if it’s begging you not to take it off for this man. Your white lingerie is hugging your body, reminding you of a certain man.

You’re bored out of your mind, but you don’t want to be. You really wanted to go on this date to forget about Sebastian, but it seems you’re only thinking about him more. You find yourself comparing Jake to Sebastian, only for Jake to fall short.

You really tried to be interested in Jake, but it’s impossible. How are you supposed to forget about Sebastian when he’s so… Enchanting? How are you ever supposed to be with another man if Sebastian keeps popping up randomly?

“I have to go,” You blurt out, scooting your chair out from under the table. Jake furrows his eyebrows, looking up at you as you stand.

“What? Why?” He asks. You ignore him, scrambling to find your pocketbook. Once you have it, you rush to exit the restaurant, one thing on your mind.

If you ever want to be with someone else, you have to tell Sebastian to leave you alone.

——-

You stare at the door in front of you, swallowing the lump in your throat. The taxi ride here was dreadful, a million scenarios running through your head, not sure which one will actually play out.

It’s dark outside, but you can’t bring yourself to knock on the door. Sebastian is a killer.

Had you forgotten that when you randomly decided to show up at his house? Who says he won’t kill you tonight? You know what he’s capable of. Before you can convince yourself to turn around, the door is opening, revealing a very confused Sebastian.

He’s dressed in his usual— tight, black pants and a black dress shirt. His cross necklace is nestled in his chest hair, where the top two buttons are undone. Sebastian flickers his eyes up and down your body, drinking your image in. You almost forget what you’re there for, until he flashes his white smile.

“What a pleasant surprise,” He says, stepping to the side. You plant your feet on the ground, stopping yourself from going inside. You came here to do one thing, and you know if you go inside, it’ll be hard to leave.

“You have to leave me alone,” You say, your voice shaky. Standing up to a man who has murdered somebody wasn’t necessarily on your bucket list, but here you are. Before Sebastian can respond, you continue.

“You can’t keep popping up in my life. No more paying for my stuff, no more texting me, no more inviting me over,” You demand. Sebastian leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest.

“And why’s that?” He asks, his voice deep.

“You’re a bad man, Sebastian. I watched you murder somebody, I can’t be with someone like that,” You say, watching as Sebastian steps forward. There’s a new smirk on his face, one you haven’t seen yet. He uncrosses his arms, dropping them by his side.

“If I’m such a bad man, why are you wearing the lingerie I bought you?”

You gulp, taking a deep breath. He can’t possibly know you have it on under your dress, can he? You take a step backward, creating distance between the two of you. “I don’t,” You answer, your voice quiet.

Sebastian steps forward again, lifting his arm and reaching it out to you. He hooks his index finger beneath the strap of your dress, lifting it from your skin. The white strap of your lingerie becomes visible, a smile growing on his face. “Why are you lying to me, huh?”

He pops the strap back against your skin, his hand falling down to caress your arm. “You know better than to lie to me,” He says, his voice laced with authority. You can feel your mind slipping already, dragging you under, making it harder for you to deny him. His face is inches from yours, his eyes flickering down to your lips.

Cold chills pop up on your arm, where he’s caressing it. “Did he touch you?” He asks, watching as you shake your head, unable to speak. You’ve never been so fucked out, without even being touched. Sebastian leans forward, his nose brushing against yours.

“Good girl,”

With that, you let go, pushing forward and kissing him. His hands drop from your arm to your waist, pulling you inside. He shuts the door behind you, his lips moving with yours. You feel your breath get trapped in your throat, too mesmerized to remember to breathe. He grabs your waist again, pulling you forward as he walks backward. The kiss is eager, desperate, everything you thought it would be.

You feel yourself being pushed against something hard and cold, but you only focus on Sebastian’s hands gripping you, his lips pulling you in. He pulls away, pressing his forehead against yours. You’re able to see where you are now, taking it all in. You’re in his kitchen, your back pressed against the counter. It’s one of the nicest kitchens you’ve been in, but you’re not thinking about that right now.

“Let me taste you,” He breathes, licking his lips. A smirk grows on his face as he squeezes your ass through your dress. “Or am I too bad for that?”

You roll your eyes, reaching up and tangling your fingers in his hair, pushing him down until he’s on his knees. Sebastian smiles up at you, his hands bunching the bottom of your dress up, revealing your white panties. He presses a kiss to the inside of your thighs, his eyes on yours. “Beg me,” He demands, earning a whimper out of you.

You’ve never been good at being vocal in the bedroom– especially not with men. You’ve always felt more confident in the bedroom when you’re with a girl, but you feel completely lost when it comes to being with a man. But you’ve never wanted anything more, so you’ll do whatever he wants you to do.

“Please, let me feel you,” You whisper, tugging on his hair, trying to pull him closer to your center. You can feel yourself soaking through your panties, sticking to the inside of your thighs. Sebastian shakes his head, seemingly unsatisfied with your plea.

You pout, swinging one leg over his shoulder, his face practically touching your panties. “Need you so bad, Seb, ’m aching,” You mutter, tears threatening to slip out. You think you might actually die if he doesn’t start touching you soon.

Sebastian chuckles quietly, reaching up and pulling your panties down your leg. He moans when you’re exposed, your folds glistening and gleaming for him. He spreads you apart with his thumbs, a string of your arousal spreading between your thighs. “So fucking perfect,” He mumbles, his thumb moving to your swollen bud.

You tighten your grip on his hair, resting your head against the cabinet behind you. You close your eyes, letting bliss overtake you. Sebastian presses his thumb against your clit, gently rubbing circles, looking up at you. “Does that feel good, doll?”

You nod, taking your bottom lip between your teeth. Your moan is trapped in your throat, scared to let go. You’re caught off guard when he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking it into his mouth. He sucks on it gently, while keeping your folds spread with his fingers. You moan quietly, working up the courage to become undone. Your stomach tightens, your head filled with fireworks.

When the sensation becomes too much, he pulls away, burying his face between your legs, licking and slurping up every trace of you. His tongue pushes its way into your tight hole, spreading you open. He fucks you with his tongue, earning another moan out of you. This one is loud, louder than you thought it would be.

Sebastian moans against you, reaching up and cupping your ass, pulling you closer to his face. He adds his finger, your cunt clenching around it. You pant above him, your fingers tightening in his hair. You’ve never been this gone before, especially not so quickly.

You don’t care that he’s a bad man. You don’t care that he’s done bad things. You don’t care that he has blood on his hands.

You are completely crazy for this man.

Sebastian looks up at you, his eyes dazed, locked onto yours. “Cum for me, doll,” He rasps, his lips pink and swollen. Your moan gets trapped in your throat as you struggle to keep your orgasm at bay.

But how could you? The most powerful man you’ve ever met is on his knees for you, doing everything in his power to make you feel good.

Despite the clear power imbalance between the two of you, you’ve never felt more powerful.

You feel a wave of pleasure wash over your body, your legs shaking, trapping Sebastian between them. Sebastian coaxes you through your orgasm, pulling back and resting his cheek against the inside of your thigh. You look down at him, attempting to catch your breath.

“Holy shit,” You mutter, watching as he rises to his feet. He smugly licks his lips. reaching out and stroking your jaw with his hand. He stares in your eyes, opening his mouth as if he wants to say something, but he’s interrupted by the sound of footsteps. You both turn to face the man at the bottom of the stairs, who’s dressed in the same outfit as Sebastian.

The man with the brown hair and blue eyes clears his throat, smirking. “Sounds like you’re busy, so I’ll show myself out,” He says, turning to the door. You turn to face Sebastian, your face red and full of anger.

You can’t believe he had people over! He ate you out in the middle of the kitchen, knowing anyone could walk down and see you? You know the mysterious man heard you! When Sebastian turns to face you, his smile drops, his eyebrows furrowing.

“What?”

“You are unbelievable! Am I some sick game to you?” You ask, pulling your dress back down. You grab your phone, walking to the door. Sebastian follows you, reaching out and grabbing your waist, spinning you back around to face him.

“What are you talking about? I thought we were having a good time?” He asks. You huff, shaking your head. The way you feel now is a major contrast from how you felt earlier. Instead of feeling powerful and divine, you feel cheap and dirty. Did he just use you to make himself feel good? Did he want to show off his skills to his friend?

“You had someone over, Sebastian! I thought you really wanted me, not to just use me to make yourself feel good,” You say, pulling your arm back.

Sebastian’s face drops, allowing you to see a glimpse of what’s going on his head. Before you can figure it out, he’s rolling his eyes, clenching his jaw. “You said it yourself, y/n,” He spits, causing you to flinch.

You hadn’t realized how used to 'doll’ you’d become. Now, hearing him say your name is a harsh slap of reality, reminding you that he’ll never be anything to you and you’ll never be anything to him.

“I’m a bad man; What did you expect?”

You swallow down your response, deciding it isn’t worth it anyway. He’s right, and you know it. He’ll never be the person you deserve– the one that shows up at your door with flowers or the person who tells you how much he loves you every day.

You open the door, walking out and slamming it behind you. You rest your back against the door, taking a deep breath.

He’ll never be the one you deserve, but he’ll always be the person you want.

I Picked My Poison and It’s You

Mafia!Sebastian x Baker!Reader

Warning: masturbation (m and f), mentions of guns, mentions of murder, stalking,

Summary: How did Sebastian know you were thinking about him?

A/n: This is the second part to my Mafia!Sebastian Stan x Baker!Reader series. The third part will be up soon!

You linger in the back of your bakery, leaving the floor to your workers. You haven’t had any sleep over the weekend, the sound of the gunshot replaying in your head. You went home after the party and scrubbed yourself until your skin was red and raw, but you still feel dirty.

You don’t know if any amount of showers will make you feel clean again.

Because you likedit.

Okay, maybe you didn’t like that someone died, but you liked the feeling that came with it. The power, the control, the adrenaline… It’s all you’ve been able to think about since Friday night.

To know you were so close to death, yet you made it out alive… It was all messing with your head.

You flatten your dough out on the flour-covered counter, working it out with your soft hands. It’s a slow day today, meaning most of your workers are listening to music and talking to each other. Normally, the lack of business would be upsetting. But today, it’s a blessing.

You’re not sure where to go from here. Does Landon’s wife know he’s missing? Does she know what happened? Was she involved in whatever the hell Landon was involved in?

You thought about calling the cops, but something stopped you. You’re not sure if it’s the fear of getting involved or the excitement from it all that stopped you, but you quickly put that thought to bed.

What good would the cops do? They’d probably just sweep it under the rug.

You hear the ding of the bell, bringing your attention to the doorway of the kitchen. You can’t see into the lobby, but you can hear the distinct voice; the voice that will be engraved in your brain for the rest of your days.

You hear him speaking with the girl at the register, but you can’t tell what he’s saying. You tense up, swallowing the lump in your throat. What is he doing here? What’s the protocol of a murderer being in your business?

You stand still, your eyes locked onto the doorway. You hear footsteps against the floor before Sebastian comes into your view, his smug smile on his face. He looks you up and down, licking his lips.

“There’s my Golden Girl,” He says, walking toward you. Your hands reach for the nearest weapon, which just so happens to be your rolling pin. You take a few steps backwards, your heart pounding in your chest.

Golden Girl?

You are not a golden girl, and you’re certainly not his golden girl. “Get away from me,” You order, trying your best to keep your voice steady. You keep your eyes on him, not wanting to leave anything to chance. Sebastian chuckles deeply, shaking his head.

“I’m not going to hurt you, doll. I just wanted to check on you,” He says, watching the gears turn in your head.

Check on you?

“You know, after what happened Friday? That kind of stuff can be intimidating for people like you,”

“People like me?” You spit, without thinking. You’ve seem to forgotten what he did to Landon only a couple of days ago; he could do the same thing to you. Sebastian makes his way around to you, his face inches from yours. You crane your neck to look up at him, not wanting to show how afraid you are.

“People who have never witnessed a murder. Sometimes that can traumatize people,” He clarifies, his right hand coming up to trace your cheek. You don’t even flinch, except for the occasional clenching of your jaw. You try not to think about how soft his hands are, despite how much blood they have on them.

Literally and figuratively.

You keep silent, slowly lowering your rolling pin. You don’t know how to explain to him that you’re perfectly fine after witnessing an innocent murder. Doesn’t that make you a psychopath?

What kind of person feels nothing after watching someone get murdered? Sure, the shock was overwhelming, but the only thing you felt after that was… Excitement?

Your whole life, you’ve been the good girl. You’ve gone to class perfectly, never had detention, never missed an assignment, never failed a class. You excelled in everything you did. You graduated with your bachelors degree in entrepreneurship. You wake up every day at the same time, go to the same place, make the same recipes, and go back to your house.

This was the only thing in the past 2 years of your life that was different.

“Unless, of course, you enjoyed it,”

The statement throws you off, jerking your head up to him. Sebastian is smirking down at you, his hand dropped to his side. He’s got that same smug look on his face, the one you can’t stand. The one he had on his face right before he brutally murdered Landon.

How does he know? He can’t know. Maybe he’s just grasping at straws, trying to feel you out. He can’t possibly know how it made you feel.

“Are you insane?” You ask, furrowing your eyebrows. You’ve backed away again, leaving about a foot between the both of you.

Sebastian shrugs, tutting. “I know you better than you think I do,” He says, backing away from you. He turns his back to you, looking over your counter. You’ve got different icings laid out, testing which flavors work with what. You watch as he swipes his finger through the black icing, flicking his eyes over his shoulder, bringing his finger up to his mouth.

You get a sick feeling deep in your stomach, knowing he’s right. You don’t know how he knows you better, but he does. One look, and you know he knows everything about you. He knows your deepest secrets, your biggest fears, your highest dreams…

Sebastian sticks his finger in his mouth, hollowing his cheeks, sucking the icing clean off of his finger.

You stare straight ahead, your heart sinking in your chest. “Get out,”

————

You lay on your back, staring at the ceiling. After a long, hard day at work, you’re exhausted, but you can’t seem to fall asleep. Your mind is racing with images of Sebastian. The way he towered over you, the way he sucked his finger, the way he smiled at you…

The way he looked holding a gun.

You quickly shake your head, as if trying to shake the image away. What is wrong with you? Guns and violence aren’t attractive, especially when someone was murdered!

But how do you explain the way your stomach feels when you think back to that night? When you remember how intimidating Sebastian looked, how everyone in the room respected him? With every step, he commanded attention. You’ve never met someone so powerful.

You find your hand wandering down your body, your back arching off of the mattress. Your fingers dance over your panties, quickly finding your swollen bud. Your mind goes back to today, when Sebastian was standing over you, smirking down at you.

Is that the same look he’d give you after completely devouring you?

You apply light pressure to your clit, your other hand dancing down your body. You feel yourself soaking your panties, already gone.

If Sebastian knows you better than you think, does he know how you feel about him? Does he know that he terrifies you, all while exciting you? Does he know what you’re doing right now?

You gasp as you push your panties to the side, swiping your index finger through your folds. It’s been a while since you’ve had time to touch yourself, so every light touch excites you.

You think back to the first time you met Sebastian, when you couldn’t stand him. The way he looked you up and down sent you spiraling, but you couldn’t admit it. You’ve never had a man look at you the way he looked at you.

Before you can process it, you’re pushing a finger in your cunt, moaning as you stretch yourself out. You bite down on your lip as you clench around your finger, images of Sebastian flooding your mind.

You hear your phone vibrate next to you, jerking you back to reality. You quickly pull your hands out of your panties, curious as to who’s texting you this late at night. You pick your phone up, an unfamiliar number flashing over your screen.

Are you thinking of me?

Your heart races in your chest as your eyes scan your room. There’s no doubt in your mind about who this is. You don’t know how he got your number or how he knows what you’re doing, but the thought actually… Excites you.

But you’ll never let him know that.

You wish.

Not even two seconds after hitting send, your phone is ringing, his number popping up. You lay on your back again, slipping a hand back into your soaked panties. You answer the phone with your other hand, putting it on speaker.

“Sounds like you’re the one who’s thinking of me,” You tease, breathless. You can already feel your stomach tightening, desperate to feel that sweet release.

You hear Sebastian chuckle, the butterflies in your stomach going crazy. “I am,” He says, his voice deeper. You close your eyes, sinking deeper into your bed.

What is he thinking about? Is he touching himself? Is he replaying every encounter, like you are?

You hear Sebastian suck in a sharp breath. “Tell me how you feel, doll,” He instructs, your cheeks heating up. You haven’t had phone sex since your high school days, when that’s as close as you could get to real sex— thanks to your parents being home all the time.

You’ve never been great at it, but tonight, you feel hot.

You push a finger into yourself again, your walls sinking in around your fingers. “I-I’m soaked, Sebastian,” You answer, earning a hum out of him. You know your answer isn’t enough, so you pump your finger in and out, your cunt clenching around it.

“I’m so warm, a-and tight,” You stutter, bucking your hips up. You hear Sebastian panting on the other end, a visual popping up in your mind.

You wonder if he’s dressed in his suit, undressed just enough to free his cock. You imagine his big, tattooed hand wrapped around himself, his eyebrows furrowed as he draws closer, his pink lips parted as he moans.

“Fuck yourself exactly like I would,” He orders. You moan quietly, adding another finger. The stretch is becoming too much, but you likeit.

You smirk, opening your eyes to stare at the ceiling. “How am I supposed to know how you’d fuck me? You’ve not even touched me yet,” You answer, your voice light and flirty. You hope he doesn’t notice the ‘yet’, not wanting him to know that you really, really want him to touch you one day.

You feel dirty for wanting someone like him to touch you, but the more you try to deny it, the more you want it.

Sebastian chuckles once again, only for the laugh to be cut short due to a moan. “‘Cause I’ll give ya whatever you want, doll. Whatever you want me to do, I’ll do it. Even things you don’t realize you want yet, I’ll give it to you,” He whines, quietly moaning.

Your stomach turns as your imagine him fulfilling your deepest, darkest desires. You’ve been with plenty of people, but you’ve never been honest about what you wanted in bed. Sure, you’ve been choked a couple of times. You’ve even had your fair share of degradation, but it’s never been enough.

You’ve never been comfortable enough to tell them what you actually wanted. You want to be fucked with no limitations. You want them to make you cry, you want them to make you beg. You want danger, you want passion.

You want them to ownyou.

The image of Sebastian’s hand choking you almost sends you over the edge, but you hold yourself back. You choke out a sob, curling your fingers deep inside. “Seb,” You breathe out. your toes curling.

“You want me to own you, baby? You think I don’t know how dirty you are? Tell me what you want, I’ll give it to you,”

Your lips part as you squeeze your eyes shut, searching your mind for what you want most. If you had one shot in the bedroom with Sebastian, what would you want him to do to you? Your lips are moving before you can even process what you’re saying.

“I-I want you to make me cry, Seb… I want you to mark me, want you to hurt me,” You moan, arching your back.

“Jesus Christ,” Sebastian moans, practically growling. You can tell he’s cumming, thanks to the way he’s breathing. The image of his cumming into his own hand finishes you, has you moaning and clenching around your fingers.

You keep your eyes closed as you try to catch your breath, pulling your hands out of your panties. Sebastian is silent on the other line, except for the occasional grunt and the sound of him moving around. Once he’s cleaned up, you hear him clear his voice.

“Come over tomorrow,”

You open your eyes, furrowing your eyebrows. You sit up, looking over at your phone. What is he trying to do? You don’t need to go over there tomorrow. You need to get as far away as possible as you can.

You don’t want to go over there. Not tomorrow, not ever. He’s a horrible man; he’s killed people. But still, you find it hard to flat out say no.

“Uh, I can’t,” You say, quickly pulling the blankets over your bare legs. You suddenly feel exposed— like you’re being watched.

Sebastian is silent on the other end, has you regretting your decision. Should you have just gone? Is he going to be mad?

“Why not?”

You gulp, your heart hammering in your chest. You just rejected a murderer.

What the hell is wrong with you??

You scramble to come up with an excuse, your mind racing. You blurt out the first thing you can think of, which also happens to be a lie. “I have a date,”

You halfway expect Sebastian to hang up or to start shouting. But he doesn’t. He laughs.

“Is that right?” He asks, his voice laced with amusement. You furrow your eyebrows, suddenly infuriated.

“Yes, that is right!” You say, listening to him laugh. Does he think you can’t get a date? Does he think you’re not cool enough for a date?

“I don’t believe you,” Sebastian says, his laugh subsiding. Your cheeks are turning red from anger as you grab your phone, thumb hovering over the ‘end’ button.

“Well, I do, and I’m not coming over!” You say, clicking the end button.

You lay down on your back, crossing your arms over your chest.

As of this morning, you didn’t have a date and you didn’t want a date.

But as of right now, you have a date tomorrow night. You’re not sure when, where, or with who, but you’re going to do it just to prove Sebastian wrong.

I Picked My Poison and It’s You

Mafia!Sebastian x Baker!Reader

Warning: masturbation (m and f), mentions of guns, mentions of murder, stalking,

Summary: How did Sebastian know you were thinking about him?

A/n: This is the second part to my Mafia!Sebastian Stan x Baker!Reader series. The third part will be up soon!

You linger in the back of your bakery, leaving the floor to your workers. You haven’t had any sleep over the weekend, the sound of the gunshot replaying in your head. You went home after the party and scrubbed yourself until your skin was red and raw, but you still feel dirty.

You don’t know if any amount of showers will make you feel clean again.

Because you likedit.

Okay, maybe you didn’t like that someone died, but you liked the feeling that came with it. The power, the control, the adrenaline… It’s all you’ve been able to think about since Friday night.

To know you were so close to death, yet you made it out alive… It was all messing with your head.

You flatten your dough out on the flour-covered counter, working it out with your soft hands. It’s a slow day today, meaning most of your workers are listening to music and talking to each other. Normally, the lack of business would be upsetting. But today, it’s a blessing.

You’re not sure where to go from here. Does Landon’s wife know he’s missing? Does she know what happened? Was she involved in whatever the hell Landon was involved in?

You thought about calling the cops, but something stopped you. You’re not sure if it’s the fear of getting involved or the excitement from it all that stopped you, but you quickly put that thought to bed.

What good would the cops do? They’d probably just sweep it under the rug.

You hear the ding of the bell, bringing your attention to the doorway of the kitchen. You can’t see into the lobby, but you can hear the distinct voice; the voice that will be engraved in your brain for the rest of your days.

You hear him speaking with the girl at the register, but you can’t tell what he’s saying. You tense up, swallowing the lump in your throat. What is he doing here? What’s the protocol of a murderer being in your business?

You stand still, your eyes locked onto the doorway. You hear footsteps against the floor before Sebastian comes into your view, his smug smile on his face. He looks you up and down, licking his lips.

“There’s my Golden Girl,” He says, walking toward you. Your hands reach for the nearest weapon, which just so happens to be your rolling pin. You take a few steps backwards, your heart pounding in your chest.

Golden Girl?

You are not a golden girl, and you’re certainly not his golden girl. “Get away from me,” You order, trying your best to keep your voice steady. You keep your eyes on him, not wanting to leave anything to chance. Sebastian chuckles deeply, shaking his head.

“I’m not going to hurt you, doll. I just wanted to check on you,” He says, watching the gears turn in your head.

Check on you?

“You know, after what happened Friday? That kind of stuff can be intimidating for people like you,”

“People like me?” You spit, without thinking. You’ve seem to forgotten what he did to Landon only a couple of days ago; he could do the same thing to you. Sebastian makes his way around to you, his face inches from yours. You crane your neck to look up at him, not wanting to show how afraid you are.

“People who have never witnessed a murder. Sometimes that can traumatize people,” He clarifies, his right hand coming up to trace your cheek. You don’t even flinch, except for the occasional clenching of your jaw. You try not to think about how soft his hands are, despite how much blood they have on them.

Literally and figuratively.

You keep silent, slowly lowering your rolling pin. You don’t know how to explain to him that you’re perfectly fine after witnessing an innocent murder. Doesn’t that make you a psychopath?

What kind of person feels nothing after watching someone get murdered? Sure, the shock was overwhelming, but the only thing you felt after that was… Excitement?

Your whole life, you’ve been the good girl. You’ve gone to class perfectly, never had detention, never missed an assignment, never failed a class. You excelled in everything you did. You graduated with your bachelors degree in entrepreneurship. You wake up every day at the same time, go to the same place, make the same recipes, and go back to your house.

This was the only thing in the past 2 years of your life that was different.

“Unless, of course, you enjoyed it,”

The statement throws you off, jerking your head up to him. Sebastian is smirking down at you, his hand dropped to his side. He’s got that same smug look on his face, the one you can’t stand. The one he had on his face right before he brutally murdered Landon.

How does he know? He can’t know. Maybe he’s just grasping at straws, trying to feel you out. He can’t possibly know how it made you feel.

“Are you insane?” You ask, furrowing your eyebrows. You’ve backed away again, leaving about a foot between the both of you.

Sebastian shrugs, tutting. “I know you better than you think I do,” He says, backing away from you. He turns his back to you, looking over your counter. You’ve got different icings laid out, testing which flavors work with what. You watch as he swipes his finger through the black icing, flicking his eyes over his shoulder, bringing his finger up to his mouth.

You get a sick feeling deep in your stomach, knowing he’s right. You don’t know how he knows you better, but he does. One look, and you know he knows everything about you. He knows your deepest secrets, your biggest fears, your highest dreams…

Sebastian sticks his finger in his mouth, hollowing his cheeks, sucking the icing clean off of his finger.

You stare straight ahead, your heart sinking in your chest. “Get out,”

————

You lay on your back, staring at the ceiling. After a long, hard day at work, you’re exhausted, but you can’t seem to fall asleep. Your mind is racing with images of Sebastian. The way he towered over you, the way he sucked his finger, the way he smiled at you…

The way he looked holding a gun.

You quickly shake your head, as if trying to shake the image away. What is wrong with you? Guns and violence aren’t attractive, especially when someone was murdered!

But how do you explain the way your stomach feels when you think back to that night? When you remember how intimidating Sebastian looked, how everyone in the room respected him? With every step, he commanded attention. You’ve never met someone so powerful.

You find your hand wandering down your body, your back arching off of the mattress. Your fingers dance over your panties, quickly finding your swollen bud. Your mind goes back to today, when Sebastian was standing over you, smirking down at you.

Is that the same look he’d give you after completely devouring you?

You apply light pressure to your clit, your other hand dancing down your body. You feel yourself soaking your panties, already gone.

If Sebastian knows you better than you think, does he know how you feel about him? Does he know that he terrifies you, all while exciting you? Does he know what you’re doing right now?

You gasp as you push your panties to the side, swiping your index finger through your folds. It’s been a while since you’ve had time to touch yourself, so every light touch excites you.

You think back to the first time you met Sebastian, when you couldn’t stand him. The way he looked you up and down sent you spiraling, but you couldn’t admit it. You’ve never had a man look at you the way he looked at you.

Before you can process it, you’re pushing a finger in your cunt, moaning as you stretch yourself out. You bite down on your lip as you clench around your finger, images of Sebastian flooding your mind.

You hear your phone vibrate next to you, jerking you back to reality. You quickly pull your hands out of your panties, curious as to who’s texting you this late at night. You pick your phone up, an unfamiliar number flashing over your screen.

Are you thinking of me?

Your heart races in your chest as your eyes scan your room. There’s no doubt in your mind about who this is. You don’t know how he got your number or how he knows what you’re doing, but the thought actually… Excites you.

But you’ll never let him know that.

You wish.

Not even two seconds after hitting send, your phone is ringing, his number popping up. You lay on your back again, slipping a hand back into your soaked panties. You answer the phone with your other hand, putting it on speaker.

“Sounds like you’re the one who’s thinking of me,” You tease, breathless. You can already feel your stomach tightening, desperate to feel that sweet release.

You hear Sebastian chuckle, the butterflies in your stomach going crazy. “I am,” He says, his voice deeper. You close your eyes, sinking deeper into your bed.

What is he thinking about? Is he touching himself? Is he replaying every encounter, like you are?

You hear Sebastian suck in a sharp breath. “Tell me how you feel, doll,” He instructs, your cheeks heating up. You haven’t had phone sex since your high school days, when that’s as close as you could get to real sex— thanks to your parents being home all the time.

You’ve never been great at it, but tonight, you feel hot.

You push a finger into yourself again, your walls sinking in around your fingers. “I-I’m soaked, Sebastian,” You answer, earning a hum out of him. You know your answer isn’t enough, so you pump your finger in and out, your cunt clenching around it.

“I’m so warm, a-and tight,” You stutter, bucking your hips up. You hear Sebastian panting on the other end, a visual popping up in your mind.

You wonder if he’s dressed in his suit, undressed just enough to free his cock. You imagine his big, tattooed hand wrapped around himself, his eyebrows furrowed as he draws closer, his pink lips parted as he moans.

“Fuck yourself exactly like I would,” He orders. You moan quietly, adding another finger. The stretch is becoming too much, but you likeit.

You smirk, opening your eyes to stare at the ceiling. “How am I supposed to know how you’d fuck me? You’ve not even touched me yet,” You answer, your voice light and flirty. You hope he doesn’t notice the ‘yet’, not wanting him to know that you really, really want him to touch you one day.

You feel dirty for wanting someone like him to touch you, but the more you try to deny it, the more you want it.

Sebastian chuckles once again, only for the laugh to be cut short due to a moan. “‘Cause I’ll give ya whatever you want, doll. Whatever you want me to do, I’ll do it. Even things you don’t realize you want yet, I’ll give it to you,” He whines, quietly moaning.

Your stomach turns as your imagine him fulfilling your deepest, darkest desires. You’ve been with plenty of people, but you’ve never been honest about what you wanted in bed. Sure, you’ve been choked a couple of times. You’ve even had your fair share of degradation, but it’s never been enough.

You’ve never been comfortable enough to tell them what you actually wanted. You want to be fucked with no limitations. You want them to make you cry, you want them to make you beg. You want danger, you want passion.

You want them to ownyou.

The image of Sebastian’s hand choking you almost sends you over the edge, but you hold yourself back. You choke out a sob, curling your fingers deep inside. “Seb,” You breathe out. your toes curling.

“You want me to own you, baby? You think I don’t know how dirty you are? Tell me what you want, I’ll give it to you,”

Your lips part as you squeeze your eyes shut, searching your mind for what you want most. If you had one shot in the bedroom with Sebastian, what would you want him to do to you? Your lips are moving before you can even process what you’re saying.

“I-I want you to make me cry, Seb… I want you to mark me, want you to hurt me,” You moan, arching your back.

“Jesus Christ,” Sebastian moans, practically growling. You can tell he’s cumming, thanks to the way he’s breathing. The image of his cumming into his own hand finishes you, has you moaning and clenching around your fingers.

You keep your eyes closed as you try to catch your breath, pulling your hands out of your panties. Sebastian is silent on the other line, except for the occasional grunt and the sound of him moving around. Once he’s cleaned up, you hear him clear his voice.

“Come over tomorrow,”

You open your eyes, furrowing your eyebrows. You sit up, looking over at your phone. What is he trying to do? You don’t need to go over there tomorrow. You need to get as far away as possible as you can.

You don’t want to go over there. Not tomorrow, not ever. He’s a horrible man; he’s killed people. But still, you find it hard to flat out say no.

“Uh, I can’t,” You say, quickly pulling the blankets over your bare legs. You suddenly feel exposed— like you’re being watched.

Sebastian is silent on the other end, has you regretting your decision. Should you have just gone? Is he going to be mad?

“Why not?”

You gulp, your heart hammering in your chest. You just rejected a murderer.

What the hell is wrong with you??

You scramble to come up with an excuse, your mind racing. You blurt out the first thing you can think of, which also happens to be a lie. “I have a date,”

You halfway expect Sebastian to hang up or to start shouting. But he doesn’t. He laughs.

“Is that right?” He asks, his voice laced with amusement. You furrow your eyebrows, suddenly infuriated.

“Yes, that is right!” You say, listening to him laugh. Does he think you can’t get a date? Does he think you’re not cool enough for a date?

“I don’t believe you,” Sebastian says, his laugh subsiding. Your cheeks are turning red from anger as you grab your phone, thumb hovering over the ‘end’ button.

“Well, I do, and I’m not coming over!” You say, clicking the end button.

You lay down on your back, crossing your arms over your chest.

As of this morning, you didn’t have a date and you didn’t want a date.

But as of right now, you have a date tomorrow night. You’re not sure when, where, or with who, but you’re going to do it just to prove Sebastian wrong.

Sweeter Than Sugar

Mafia!Sebastian Stan x Baker!Reader

Warning: mentions of guns, murder, mafia!sebastian, cheating (not involving reader), dark themes obvs, angst,

Summary: When a customer offers to take you on a date, you never imagined you’d end up with blood on your dress.

A/n: This is different for me, but I think I really like it! Obviously there’s going to be another part, so keep your eye out for this new series!

“And that’ll be $24.99,” You say, flashing a smile at your customer. You watch as she walks out, carrying her small bag. The bakery is busy with workers— some cleaning up tables, some baking fresh goodies, some putting away supplies…

The soft music overhead seems to fade out when he walks in. You never get used to seeing him walk through those doors. You always expect it, but somehow, it always catches you off guard.

Ever since you opened your bakery up two years ago, he’s come in every single Wednesday. Without fail.

He always buys the same thing, 2 rainbow cake pops and a bottle of water to wash it down. The first time he came in, you had to have someone else to check him out. You were so flustered you could barely focus.

His blonde hair and blue eyes were too much for you to handle.

“Y/n, how are you today?” Landon asks, walking up to the counter. His broad shoulders are covered with a brown leather jacket, complimenting his forest green sweater perfectly.

You blush, jerking your head over to your baking station. “Follow me, wanna show you something,” You say, completely ignoring his question. You reach behind your waist and tighten your apron, wanting it to look as flattering as possible.

Even though Landon’s been coming in the store for two years, he’s never seen you outside of work. You keep thinking he’ll ask you on a date, or even ask for your number, but he never does. He only sees you with your hair in a bun, flour in your hair, and dressed in an old apron.

Landon follows you to where your mixer is, curiosity running through his veins. “Don’t tell me you’re tweaking your recipes,” He starts, raising an eyebrow. He looks around your counter, seeing your ingredients spread out. “You know what I always say— don’t mess with perfection,”

You giggle quietly as you pick up a small cupcake, topped with rainbow icing. You motion for Landon to take a bite, your smile spreading across your face. You had been working on this recipe for weeks, wanting to get it just right.

Landon closes his eyes as he takes a bite, his pink lips grazing your dainty fingers. Your heart skips a beat as you wait for his response, the noise of the bakery drowning out in the background. Landon hums as he licks his lips, a smile spreading out across his face. “This is amazing, y/n, what is this?”

“It’s the same thing as the cake pops you order, just—“

“Lando!” You hear a voice ring out, causing your head to snap to the bakery door. There’s a tall man standing in the doorway, his arms open, a smug smirk on his face. He’s dressed in a black suit, rings decorating his slender fingers.

Landon’s body language changes immediately, his shoulders tensing up and his smile vanishing. You move your head back to Landon, a confused look on your face. You don’t know anything about the man at the door, but you know something’s not right.

Before you can ask Landon who his friend is, the man at the door walks behind the counter, eyeing you up and down. You’ve never felt more naked.

“You can’t come back here,” You say, meeting his eyes. The man seems uncomfortable with the eye contact, but he doesn’t back down.

“Landon, introduce me to your friend,” He says, extending his hand. You flicker your eyes down to his knuckles, noticing the bruises hiding under the gold rings. Landon clears his throat, nodding over to you.

“Uh, this is y/n,” He says, grimacing as Sebastian chuckles deeply. Sebastian looks you up and down, licking his lips. You can feel a shiver run up and down your spine, practically shrinking your image. You don’t like the way he’s staring at you, you’ve never had someone look at you like this.

Sebastian tears his eyes from you, looking back at Landon. “This is the one you’ve been talking about, huh?” He asks, a smug look on his face. Your heart skips a beat as you imagine Landon talking about you.

It’s clear these men are friends, but you can’t ever imagine them interacting together. Landon is so… Soft. He eats rainbow cake pops and giggles and blushes.

The man before you is so rugged. Dressed in black, bruises on his knuckles, smug.

“Why don’t you ask her on a date?”

The question— no, order— takes you by surprise. For years, you’ve been flirting with Landon with no date in sight. What is this man’s end game? Why, after 2 years, is he in your bakery, demanding Landon to take you on a date?

Landon clears his throat, doing his best to fake a smile. If you were anybody else, it would convince you. “Sebastian is hosting a dinner party Friday. I’d love if you came with me,”

Dinner party? Sebastian? It only now occurs to you that you were never properly introduced to the man, only telling him your name. Sebastian doesn’t seem like the type to host a dinner party.

He seems like the type to scoff at dinner parties.

But still, Landon is asking you on a date. Who are you to question what Sebastian likes or doesn’t like? You’ve been waiting on this for two years.

So, you smile, your cheeks blushing. “I’ll be there,”

————

Your eyes widen as the house comes into view, the reality of your date setting in. You were shocked when Landon pulled up in a luxury car, the red leather matching your black dress perfectly, but nothing could’ve prepared you for this fucking mansion.

“Is this yours?” You ask, breathless. The car ride there was silent, except for the occasional question here and there. You can’t help but notice Landon is completely different outside of the bakery.

His jokes, his laughter, his charisma… It’s all gone.

You chalk it up to the nervousness of the date, forcing yourself to relax and enjoy the moment. Landon glances over at you as he puts the car in park, behind the many other black cars in the driveway. “No, this is Sebastian’s place. It’s been in his family for years,” He says, unbuckling his seatbelt.

Sebastian.

You’d almost forgotten the arrogant man would be here. After all, it is his party you’re going to.

“Speaking of Sebastian, what’s up with him?” You ask, watching as Landon gets out of the car. You keep your eyes on him as he walks to your side, opening your door. His black dress shirt is tight against his biceps, his gold chain dangling from his neck.

Landon chuckles lightly, shaking his head. “He’s something, that’s for sure,”

He leads you to the doorway, placing his hand on the small of your back. The gesture forms butterflies in your stomach, distracting you from the way Landon uses a key to get into the house. As the door opens, music floods your ears, lights glaring in your face.

There are close to a hundred people in the large room, all dressed in their best. Suddenly, you feel insecure about your choice of outfit. Sure, you look good, but not as good as some of these women.

“Lando!” You hear a voice shout, causing you to roll your eyes. You’d hoped you be able to avoid Sebastian for at least a little bit. You don’t know what it is about Sebastian that you can’t stand, but you’d prefer if you never had to see him again.

Landon stiffens beside of you, chuckling nervously. You watch as Sebastian makes his way over to you, a smug smile on his face. Once again, he’s dressed in a dark suit, his hair slicked back. You can’t deny he’s a good looking guy, but you can’t get over how cocky he is.

“Seb,” Landon says, moving his hand from your back, extending it to shake Sebastian’s hand. Sebastian keeps his eyes on you the whole time, looking you up and down.

“Y/n,” He says, his voice dropping. You can’t be bothered to respond to him, knowing he’ll take whatever you say and spin it. You scoff, walking off, over to where the open bar is. You quickly order your fruity drink, already ready to end this night.

You wish your first date with Landon would’ve been something else, something different, but you’ll take what you can get after your ex-boyfriend. You haven’t been on a date in YEARS, thanks to your pickiness and your standards. You can feel Sebastian staring a hole through you, unfamiliar with women brushing him off.

Sebastian clears his throat, raising the glass in his hand. The light music stops, the dancing coming to a halt. “Now that everyone is here, we can finally enjoy the party,” He announces, catching your attention.

He was waiting for you for the party to begin?

You shake your head, slightly rolling your eyes. Why did your absence from the party make a difference? And what does he even mean, anyway? The party seemed to be doing just fine without you. Sebastian walks the perimeter of the room, his eyes on each person he passes.

Most people are frozen– because of fear or interest, you don’t know.

The overhead light shines down on him, your eye catching the glimpse of the gun tucked in the back of his pants. The gun heightens your attention, your blood pumping through your veins. Why is this civilian carrying a gun? It’s not something you see every day, certainly not at such a formal event.

Then again, you know Sebastian is no ordinary man, despite only meeting him twice.

“Most of you know why we’re here, right? To celebrate 15 years in the business,” Sebastian announces, glancing over at an older man. The older man resembles Sebastian, except for the grey hair and the extra weight.

“Well, 15 years since dad so kindly handed the business over to me,”

You sense tension in the room, but you’re not sure why. Everyone seems to be having a good time. Everyone seems to be completely focused on Sebastian.

The room is completely silent, which is not what you expected. You expected the room to explode in applause and whistles, congratulating their friend for his success in “The Business”. You grip your drink tighter, suddenly feeling claustrophobic.

This isn’t right.

You dare to be the first person to move, making your way to Landon, who’s frozen in his spot. “I want to leave,” You whisper, your eyes darting across the room.

You wouldn’t say you’ve necessarily been sheltered your whole life, but you’ve never felt like this before. You’ve never felt so unsure of what was happening, but so sure that your safety is in jeopardy. Sebastian goes silent again, your hair standing up on the back of your neck.

You hear his steady footsteps against the hard floor, stopping when he’s less than a foot away from you. “What some of you don’t know is that we’ve had money missing,”

You tear your eyes away from Landon, standing next to him, your eyes meeting Sebastian’s.

Money?

Your chest rises and falls as you try to regulate your heart rate. Everything in you is telling you to run.

So why can’t you?

Out of the corner of your eye, you see 10 men step out from the crowd, standing slightly behind the man in front of you. You can’t help but to notice something you’ve not noticed before.

They all have the same tattoo on their neck.

“Money, that I’m fairly certain I left Landon to watch over,” Sebastian says, his arm reaching behind his back. Your head snaps over to Landon, your eyes wide. Has he stolen money from Sebastian? You didn’t take him as a criminal.

Why would Landon take money from his boss? What business does Sebastian run?

Landon swallows the lump in his throat, his throat tightening. When you look back at the men in front of you, Sebastian has a gun pointing at Landon’s head. You can’t process it before Sebastian is ordering Landon to get on his knees.

You stare back at Sebastian, your eyes filling with tears. This isn’t how you expected your first date to go. Your life is in danger because of this man, because of this stranger. You thought after two years of flirting back and forth, seeing him every week, you knew him.

But you were wrong.

You’re not sure what kind of “business” Sebastian is running, but you’re fairly certain you won’t be making it out alive.

“What a shame, huh? I really liked you,” Sebastian says, keeping eye contact with Landon. He smirks, letting out a deep chuckle. “Liked your wife better, though,”

You suck in a sharp breath as Landon clenches his jaw, staring up at Sebastian. “What did you do to my wife?!” He shouts, his face red.

Wife.

Your bottom lip starts trembling, blindsided by this news. Sebastian turns his head to you, his smile gone, replaced by a pitied pout. “Aw, I’m sorry sweetheart. I didn’t want you to find out this way, but something had to be done,” He pouts, his voice laced with humor.

Your attention is brought back to the gun when Sebastian takes a step forward, pressing the barrel of the gun to Landon’s forehead. You tear your eyes away, looking out into the crowd. They all seem so unphased; why isn’t anyone doing anything?

Why isn’t anyone calling the cops?

Before you can put two and two together, a loud bang rings out beside you, followed by a loud thump. No one in the crowd even flinches, but you jump out of your skin, traumatized. You feel the stickiness of the blood splattered on your skin, on your dress, but you can’t do anything about it.

You bring yourself to look beside you, your eyes filling with tears as you watch blood pool out of Landon’s head. With a simple whistle, Sebastian’s 10 men are moving to drag Landon out of the room, without so much as an explanation.

Sebastian turns his back to you, opening his arms. “Let’s get back to it,” He shouts, earning cheers from the crowd. You stand, frozen, tears running down your cheeks. While everyone else is dancing and drinking, you’re left to deal with what just happened.

If it wasn’t clear before, it’s clear now: Something is deathly wrong with this party.

You drop your glass, letting it shatter at your feet. You grasp your dress, your feet running before your mind can even catch up. You weave and bob through the people, pushing the front door open. Your heart is pounding in your chest, your breath stinging in your throat. You run until you can no longer hear the music, until you can no longer smell the smell of death.

You’re not sure where you are, or how long you’ve been running, but you sit down on the sidewalk, sobbing. Your feet are aching, your legs are burning, and you can hear the sound of the gunshot ringing in your ears.

You try to figure out exactly where it all went wrong. Was it when Landon first walked into your bakery? Was it when he finally made a move? Was it when Sebastian walked in?

You go back to every Wednesday for two years, wondering what you could’ve done differently to avoid this. You should’ve saw the signs, you should’ve known he was married, should’ve known he worked for some psychopath.

You bury your face in your hands, your tears drying against your bloodstained cheeks.

What do you do after this? Do you go back to work and pretend nothing happened? Do you go to the cops?

What do you do when someone you barely knew gets murdered?

What do you do when you watch someone get murdered?

What do you do when you like the rush of it all?

What do you do when you like the way your adrenaline runs through your body?

What do you do when you like the idea of having a dirty secret?

What do you do when you like the way the murder made you feel?

Sweeter Than Sugar

Mafia!Sebastian Stan x Baker!Reader

Warning: mentions of guns, murder, mafia!sebastian, cheating (not involving reader), dark themes obvs, angst,

Summary: When a customer offers to take you on a date, you never imagined you’d end up with blood on your dress.

A/n: This is different for me, but I think I really like it! Obviously there’s going to be another part, so keep your eye out for this new series!

“And that’ll be $24.99,” You say, flashing a smile at your customer. You watch as she walks out, carrying her small bag. The bakery is busy with workers— some cleaning up tables, some baking fresh goodies, some putting away supplies…

The soft music overhead seems to fade out when he walks in. You never get used to seeing him walk through those doors. You always expect it, but somehow, it always catches you off guard.

Ever since you opened your bakery up two years ago, he’s come in every single Wednesday. Without fail.

He always buys the same thing, 2 rainbow cake pops and a bottle of water to wash it down. The first time he came in, you had to have someone else to check him out. You were so flustered you could barely focus.

His blonde hair and blue eyes were too much for you to handle.

“Y/n, how are you today?” Landon asks, walking up to the counter. His broad shoulders are covered with a brown leather jacket, complimenting his forest green sweater perfectly.

You blush, jerking your head over to your baking station. “Follow me, wanna show you something,” You say, completely ignoring his question. You reach behind your waist and tighten your apron, wanting it to look as flattering as possible.

Even though Landon’s been coming in the store for two years, he’s never seen you outside of work. You keep thinking he’ll ask you on a date, or even ask for your number, but he never does. He only sees you with your hair in a bun, flour in your hair, and dressed in an old apron.

Landon follows you to where your mixer is, curiosity running through his veins. “Don’t tell me you’re tweaking your recipes,” He starts, raising an eyebrow. He looks around your counter, seeing your ingredients spread out. “You know what I always say— don’t mess with perfection,”

You giggle quietly as you pick up a small cupcake, topped with rainbow icing. You motion for Landon to take a bite, your smile spreading across your face. You had been working on this recipe for weeks, wanting to get it just right.

Landon closes his eyes as he takes a bite, his pink lips grazing your dainty fingers. Your heart skips a beat as you wait for his response, the noise of the bakery drowning out in the background. Landon hums as he licks his lips, a smile spreading out across his face. “This is amazing, y/n, what is this?”

“It’s the same thing as the cake pops you order, just—“

“Lando!” You hear a voice ring out, causing your head to snap to the bakery door. There’s a tall man standing in the doorway, his arms open, a smug smirk on his face. He’s dressed in a black suit, rings decorating his slender fingers.

Landon’s body language changes immediately, his shoulders tensing up and his smile vanishing. You move your head back to Landon, a confused look on your face. You don’t know anything about the man at the door, but you know something’s not right.

Before you can ask Landon who his friend is, the man at the door walks behind the counter, eyeing you up and down. You’ve never felt more naked.

“You can’t come back here,” You say, meeting his eyes. The man seems uncomfortable with the eye contact, but he doesn’t back down.

“Landon, introduce me to your friend,” He says, extending his hand. You flicker your eyes down to his knuckles, noticing the bruises hiding under the gold rings. Landon clears his throat, nodding over to you.

“Uh, this is y/n,” He says, grimacing as Sebastian chuckles deeply. Sebastian looks you up and down, licking his lips. You can feel a shiver run up and down your spine, practically shrinking your image. You don’t like the way he’s staring at you, you’ve never had someone look at you like this.

Sebastian tears his eyes from you, looking back at Landon. “This is the one you’ve been talking about, huh?” He asks, a smug look on his face. Your heart skips a beat as you imagine Landon talking about you.

It’s clear these men are friends, but you can’t ever imagine them interacting together. Landon is so… Soft. He eats rainbow cake pops and giggles and blushes.

The man before you is so rugged. Dressed in black, bruises on his knuckles, smug.

“Why don’t you ask her on a date?”

The question— no, order— takes you by surprise. For years, you’ve been flirting with Landon with no date in sight. What is this man’s end game? Why, after 2 years, is he in your bakery, demanding Landon to take you on a date?

Landon clears his throat, doing his best to fake a smile. If you were anybody else, it would convince you. “Sebastian is hosting a dinner party Friday. I’d love if you came with me,”

Dinner party? Sebastian? It only now occurs to you that you were never properly introduced to the man, only telling him your name. Sebastian doesn’t seem like the type to host a dinner party.

He seems like the type to scoff at dinner parties.

But still, Landon is asking you on a date. Who are you to question what Sebastian likes or doesn’t like? You’ve been waiting on this for two years.

So, you smile, your cheeks blushing. “I’ll be there,”

————

Your eyes widen as the house comes into view, the reality of your date setting in. You were shocked when Landon pulled up in a luxury car, the red leather matching your black dress perfectly, but nothing could’ve prepared you for this fucking mansion.

“Is this yours?” You ask, breathless. The car ride there was silent, except for the occasional question here and there. You can’t help but notice Landon is completely different outside of the bakery.

His jokes, his laughter, his charisma… It’s all gone.

You chalk it up to the nervousness of the date, forcing yourself to relax and enjoy the moment. Landon glances over at you as he puts the car in park, behind the many other black cars in the driveway. “No, this is Sebastian’s place. It’s been in his family for years,” He says, unbuckling his seatbelt.

Sebastian.

You’d almost forgotten the arrogant man would be here. After all, it is his party you’re going to.

“Speaking of Sebastian, what’s up with him?” You ask, watching as Landon gets out of the car. You keep your eyes on him as he walks to your side, opening your door. His black dress shirt is tight against his biceps, his gold chain dangling from his neck.

Landon chuckles lightly, shaking his head. “He’s something, that’s for sure,”

He leads you to the doorway, placing his hand on the small of your back. The gesture forms butterflies in your stomach, distracting you from the way Landon uses a key to get into the house. As the door opens, music floods your ears, lights glaring in your face.

There are close to a hundred people in the large room, all dressed in their best. Suddenly, you feel insecure about your choice of outfit. Sure, you look good, but not as good as some of these women.

“Lando!” You hear a voice shout, causing you to roll your eyes. You’d hoped you be able to avoid Sebastian for at least a little bit. You don’t know what it is about Sebastian that you can’t stand, but you’d prefer if you never had to see him again.

Landon stiffens beside of you, chuckling nervously. You watch as Sebastian makes his way over to you, a smug smile on his face. Once again, he’s dressed in a dark suit, his hair slicked back. You can’t deny he’s a good looking guy, but you can’t get over how cocky he is.

“Seb,” Landon says, moving his hand from your back, extending it to shake Sebastian’s hand. Sebastian keeps his eyes on you the whole time, looking you up and down.

“Y/n,” He says, his voice dropping. You can’t be bothered to respond to him, knowing he’ll take whatever you say and spin it. You scoff, walking off, over to where the open bar is. You quickly order your fruity drink, already ready to end this night.

You wish your first date with Landon would’ve been something else, something different, but you’ll take what you can get after your ex-boyfriend. You haven’t been on a date in YEARS, thanks to your pickiness and your standards. You can feel Sebastian staring a hole through you, unfamiliar with women brushing him off.

Sebastian clears his throat, raising the glass in his hand. The light music stops, the dancing coming to a halt. “Now that everyone is here, we can finally enjoy the party,” He announces, catching your attention.

He was waiting for you for the party to begin?

You shake your head, slightly rolling your eyes. Why did your absence from the party make a difference? And what does he even mean, anyway? The party seemed to be doing just fine without you. Sebastian walks the perimeter of the room, his eyes on each person he passes.

Most people are frozen– because of fear or interest, you don’t know.

The overhead light shines down on him, your eye catching the glimpse of the gun tucked in the back of his pants. The gun heightens your attention, your blood pumping through your veins. Why is this civilian carrying a gun? It’s not something you see every day, certainly not at such a formal event.

Then again, you know Sebastian is no ordinary man, despite only meeting him twice.

“Most of you know why we’re here, right? To celebrate 15 years in the business,” Sebastian announces, glancing over at an older man. The older man resembles Sebastian, except for the grey hair and the extra weight.

“Well, 15 years since dad so kindly handed the business over to me,”

You sense tension in the room, but you’re not sure why. Everyone seems to be having a good time. Everyone seems to be completely focused on Sebastian.

The room is completely silent, which is not what you expected. You expected the room to explode in applause and whistles, congratulating their friend for his success in “The Business”. You grip your drink tighter, suddenly feeling claustrophobic.

This isn’t right.

You dare to be the first person to move, making your way to Landon, who’s frozen in his spot. “I want to leave,” You whisper, your eyes darting across the room.

You wouldn’t say you’ve necessarily been sheltered your whole life, but you’ve never felt like this before. You’ve never felt so unsure of what was happening, but so sure that your safety is in jeopardy. Sebastian goes silent again, your hair standing up on the back of your neck.

You hear his steady footsteps against the hard floor, stopping when he’s less than a foot away from you. “What some of you don’t know is that we’ve had money missing,”

You tear your eyes away from Landon, standing next to him, your eyes meeting Sebastian’s.

Money?

Your chest rises and falls as you try to regulate your heart rate. Everything in you is telling you to run.

So why can’t you?

Out of the corner of your eye, you see 10 men step out from the crowd, standing slightly behind the man in front of you. You can’t help but to notice something you’ve not noticed before.

They all have the same tattoo on their neck.

“Money, that I’m fairly certain I left Landon to watch over,” Sebastian says, his arm reaching behind his back. Your head snaps over to Landon, your eyes wide. Has he stolen money from Sebastian? You didn’t take him as a criminal.

Why would Landon take money from his boss? What business does Sebastian run?

Landon swallows the lump in his throat, his throat tightening. When you look back at the men in front of you, Sebastian has a gun pointing at Landon’s head. You can’t process it before Sebastian is ordering Landon to get on his knees.

You stare back at Sebastian, your eyes filling with tears. This isn’t how you expected your first date to go. Your life is in danger because of this man, because of this stranger. You thought after two years of flirting back and forth, seeing him every week, you knew him.

But you were wrong.

You’re not sure what kind of “business” Sebastian is running, but you’re fairly certain you won’t be making it out alive.

“What a shame, huh? I really liked you,” Sebastian says, keeping eye contact with Landon. He smirks, letting out a deep chuckle. “Liked your wife better, though,”

You suck in a sharp breath as Landon clenches his jaw, staring up at Sebastian. “What did you do to my wife?!” He shouts, his face red.

Wife.

Your bottom lip starts trembling, blindsided by this news. Sebastian turns his head to you, his smile gone, replaced by a pitied pout. “Aw, I’m sorry sweetheart. I didn’t want you to find out this way, but something had to be done,” He pouts, his voice laced with humor.

Your attention is brought back to the gun when Sebastian takes a step forward, pressing the barrel of the gun to Landon’s forehead. You tear your eyes away, looking out into the crowd. They all seem so unphased; why isn’t anyone doing anything?

Why isn’t anyone calling the cops?

Before you can put two and two together, a loud bang rings out beside you, followed by a loud thump. No one in the crowd even flinches, but you jump out of your skin, traumatized. You feel the stickiness of the blood splattered on your skin, on your dress, but you can’t do anything about it.

You bring yourself to look beside you, your eyes filling with tears as you watch blood pool out of Landon’s head. With a simple whistle, Sebastian’s 10 men are moving to drag Landon out of the room, without so much as an explanation.

Sebastian turns his back to you, opening his arms. “Let’s get back to it,” He shouts, earning cheers from the crowd. You stand, frozen, tears running down your cheeks. While everyone else is dancing and drinking, you’re left to deal with what just happened.

If it wasn’t clear before, it’s clear now: Something is deathly wrong with this party.

You drop your glass, letting it shatter at your feet. You grasp your dress, your feet running before your mind can even catch up. You weave and bob through the people, pushing the front door open. Your heart is pounding in your chest, your breath stinging in your throat. You run until you can no longer hear the music, until you can no longer smell the smell of death.

You’re not sure where you are, or how long you’ve been running, but you sit down on the sidewalk, sobbing. Your feet are aching, your legs are burning, and you can hear the sound of the gunshot ringing in your ears.

You try to figure out exactly where it all went wrong. Was it when Landon first walked into your bakery? Was it when he finally made a move? Was it when Sebastian walked in?

You go back to every Wednesday for two years, wondering what you could’ve done differently to avoid this. You should’ve saw the signs, you should’ve known he was married, should’ve known he worked for some psychopath.

You bury your face in your hands, your tears drying against your bloodstained cheeks.

What do you do after this? Do you go back to work and pretend nothing happened? Do you go to the cops?

What do you do when someone you barely knew gets murdered?

What do you do when you watch someone get murdered?

What do you do when you like the rush of it all?

What do you do when you like the way your adrenaline runs through your body?

What do you do when you like the idea of having a dirty secret?

What do you do when you like the way the murder made you feel?

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⤿ summary [also requested by anon (thank you!)] : insecurities can be caused by many things but there is always one person to love each one of the things you hate…

warnings :18+, smut, reader is insecure about her vagina but i haven’t included a description of anything specific, fingering, pussy eating, tiny bit angst, fluff

*feedback is appreciated. please reblog so it can reach more people♡

You were gripping the microphone you were holding as you tried to calm yourself down. There wеre soo many people in front of you, and even after years of being an actress and going to Comic–Cons, you still couldn’t get over your anxiety sometimes.

You thought that grounding yourself with the cold surface of the microphone was going to calm your flipping stomach, but the harder you squeezed it, the warmer the metal was becoming, and this wasn’t helping.

It was worse than you expected, and you smiled awkwardly as one of your co-stars was answering a question.

‘Y/N?’ Sebastian whispered, and you jumped slightly because you thought he was on the other side, four people away from you. ‘You okay, baby?’ He asked concerned and saw the way you were holding for dear life the microphone in your hands.

‘I’m just anxious, but it’s okay.’ You mumbled and felt his big palm gently enveloping your arm, just above your elbow, squeezing it lightly.

He knew well how to calm your anxiety just with his touch, and you were only dating for a few months. It always seemed like he knew you better than anyone else, even better than you know yourself, but you knew him better, too.

‘I can’t wait for us to go home so I can finally calm you down a little.’ He groaned in your ear, not even carrying about the next question.

Your breath got stuck in your throat as you tried to form words in your mouth. Was he talking about sex? Probably. That’s why you just smiled tightly and whispered ‘Me too.’

But things weren’t that easy, not at all. Your anxiety was even worse when it came to having sex with Sebastian, which you never did because… well you still haven’t gotten to that part yet. It wasn’t because he didn’t want to or because you didn’t, you knew that he wanted this, but whenever stuff escalated between the both of you, you stopped him, always.

Being insecure about body parts was like being sick. It made you feel terrible. You couldn’t even enjoy the things you wanted to, just because of insecurity. An insecurity that was the end of many relationships for you. You realized how toxic they were, but they all ended when men stripped your panties and saw what was between your legs.

You couldn’t picture Sebastian reacting the way your exs did, but that feeling was still there. The feeling of not being good enough just because you were like this and there was nothing you could do to change it.

You arrived in front of Sebastian’s apartment, walking anxiously behind him as he unlocked the front door and opened it for you.

Before you could realize what was happening, he turned around on his toes, and his mouth found yours in an eager kiss. Both your tongues and teeth met each other as you were trying to pour every bottled-up feeling from today, every little piece of anxiety and awkwardness but not your insecurity.

Sebastian slowly walked into the apartment, still not breaking the kiss. You allowed him to lead you, but as soon as the hall ended, his hand left yours, and he wrapped his hands around your hips. He lifted you and placed you on the kitchen table.

‘Let me make you feel better…’ Sebastian tried to catch his breath after the heated kiss as his hands leisurely traveled down to the button of your jeans.

He looked at you from between your legs and unbuttoned them. At this moment, all you could think about was him being between your legs, waiting like a starved animal. But when he started to slide the jeans down your legs, your head snapped.

‘Stop!’ You shouted and lifted yourself on your elbows, shivering slightly from the cold surface of the table.

He immediately pulled away, shock written on his features, but what made your heart sink more was the worried look behind the shock.

‘Did I do something? God, I’m soo sorry! I didn’t want to hurt you!’ He started to ramble, his fingers ran anxiously through his hair.

‘Sebastian…’

‘I don’t know what happened. I just, I - ’

‘Sebastian!’ You shouted, and his rambling finally stopped. His head snapped up to look at you, eyes wide and watery. ‘I’m okay, baby. You didn’t do anything. It’s my fault.’

‘But you haven’t done anything wrong, sweetheart. Why are you saying it’s your fault? What’s wrong?’ His palms cupped your jaw, and you squeezed his wrists, closing your eyes for a moment.

‘All my past relationships ended when they found out about… about my vagina. I know it’s normal to have different types, and I know it sounds silly, but they never liked it. Like they were disgusted by the way it looks.’ You confessed, your cheeks becoming red.

‘Sweetheart, look at me.’ Sebastian put his index finger under your chin and lifted it so he could look into your eyes. ‘Those people had no idea how to love a woman. I’m not saying that I know how to love someone the right way, but I know that I love every part of you, no matter how it looks. I don’t want you to feel this way, and I’m sorry you had to go through this, but never think you’re less attractive because of your body. You are beautiful, and you should feel beautiful, baby. Every part of you is beautiful, and I’m going to show you how much I love every corner of your body if you let me.’

‘Please.’ You pleaded, your eyes watering a little from his speech.
Sebastian removed your underwear and your shirt, tossing them to the side. He started kissing first your ankles, taking his time with your calves until he stopped for a while on your inner thighs. He slightly sucked on the soft skin there, leaving love marks all over them before his head disappeared between your legs.

‘So beautiful.’ He groaned against your core before his warm, damp tongue slid between your folds. You couldn’t help but moan, your grip around his waist tightened, bringing him even closer. Your hands ran through the soft locks of his hair as he sucked on your sensitive bud, making your spine arch in a rainbow shape.

‘I love you.’ You whimpered as his tongue twirled around the soft skin.

‘I love you.’ He murmured, the vibrations of his voice sent shivers down your spine before his tongue entered you.

You only hoped that his neighbors won’t hear your moans as they grew when his mouth wrapped around your clit and sucked harshly.

When his fingers replaced his tongue, opening and closing your soaking folds, you could taste yourself on his lips. His finger entered your hole as he felt your tight walls squeezing him inside of you.

The tight knot in your lower stomach continued to tighten until you couldn’t take it anymore.

It felt like a fresh wave washed over your body, and the tight knot was finally released, your walls clenching around his fingers.

‘You’re soo good, baby. I won’t let anyone tell you otherwise because you are the most beautiful woman. Every part of you and I will continue to do that until you understand it.’ Sebastian whispered against your lips, brushing your hair away from your face.

‘I don’t need anyone else to tell me… I just need you.’ You murmured against his lips before capturing them into a kiss.

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⤿ summary [also requested by anon (thank you!)] : you reassure sebastian during the met gala.

warnings :fluff, one curse word, feeling insecure and people being rude

*feedback is appreciated. please reblog so it can reach more people♡

You were posing in front of the photographers whose camera flashes snapped and clicked with each photo being taken. Even after attending the Met Gala for many years now, you still got a little bit nervous as everyone yelled your name.

This year’s theme was Gilded Glamour. You loved those times and how women dressed back then in their pretty dresses and hair secured in a beautiful bun. That’s why you wanted to go a little extra on this event and it seemed to work. Everyone was in love with your dress.

You were wearing a long, white, satin dress with short sleeves, secured with an asymmetrical pastel pink bodice. The middle of the flowing material was tied with ribbon in the same pastel pink color as the corset. Two lines of pink satin waves were finishing the dress at your feet.

But the main highlight of your outfit was the flower décor all over the dress. Fake pink roses were attached all over the fabric, especially around the ribbon where part of the dress was tied like a bouquet and in your hair where it was tied in a half-bun.
The outfit was completed with white satin gloves with a golden bracelet on each wrist and a pearl necklace ending with a golden charm.

‘Did you see what a terrible outfit Sebastian Stan is wearing?’ A voice came to your ears as you were trying to pose for more pictures. You tried to ignore it, thinking that it was probably something else and you only imagined it until you heard the reply.

‘It’s not even in the theme like how is he not embarrassed?’
Your heart sank into your chest as you quickly apologized and went in a search of your secret boyfriend. Even though you two had prepared together, you arrived at different times, still not wanting to expose your relationship. Most fans thought you were just really good friends, but that was far away from the truth.

The truth was that you and Sebastian were dating for over a year now, and keeping it a secret was the hardest part. Paparazzi don’t know privacy, but luckily you were known as good friends, so when pictures were taken they didn’t make a fuss. After all, you had been in 2 movies together.

As you were walking around the large space, you couldn’t stop thinking about how those girls talked behind his back. But while you were making your way through the crowd of people, you heard even more of those hateful comments.

Your eyes watered just at the thought of how happy he was before you left. He was happy to wear something different, to try something different. Yes, it was a challenging outfit, but he looked great in it, and you couldn’t be more proud of him when you saw him standing in front of the mirror.

But when your eyes fell on the man with a pink outfit who was posing for photos you saw the hurt in his eyes. You were still far away, but you hurried up to him.

‘Ew, ugly in pink!’ You heard in front of you and saw how Seb’s face immediately stopped to fake smile.

Rushing over to him, you hugged him, your face smashing in his chest as you felt the rushed beat of his heart. But as soon as he realized who was hugging him his arms wrapped around your waist, head resting on top of his head.

‘Hi.’ You whispered quietly, looking over at him and pulling away from his chest to pose next to him.
‘Hi, baby.’ He whispered back and snaked his arm around your waist, bringing you closer to his body.

‘I heard what that bitch said. You look stunning tonight, love.’ You kissed his cheek and saw them reddening under your compliment, which made you giggle.

‘Thank you, my love.’ Sebastian squeezed your waist, reassuring you that he was okay.

‘I love you.’ You said only with your lips but Sebastian understood, knowing too well how your lips moved when you told him that little phrase every morning.

‘I love you, too.’ He mouthed, and you smiled lovingly at the sight of him finally having fun at this too crowded party.

You couldn’t wait to go home and wash away all the stress he had to go through for this event. Sometimes pleasing fans is the most challenging thing people in your profession have to face.

Bucky: We all know you’re in love.

Steve: I’m not in love with Y/N, shut up.

Bucky: I never said who.

Steve:

Steve: Shit, okay, hold on, JUST LISTEN—

Y/N: idk how to tell you this, but you’re in love with me

Steve:…what?

Y/N:

Steve: oh my god, i AM

Bucky: what..,, what kind of confession did I just witness

desire

—silverfox! bestfriend’s dad! bucky barnes x reader

summary || right from his electric blue eyes to his graying beard, everything about Bucky made you want him more.

warnings ||dilf! bucky, unprotected sex, veryfilthydirty talk, gray beard kink?, pussy spanking, daddy kink, metal arm kink, oral sex, finger sucking, choking, multiple orgasms, voice kink, seduction, petnames (sweetness, princess), very filthy. PWP—MINORS DNI if any of this makes you uncomfortable then please do not read!

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I’m so horny for his silverfox era… shsjhssgg

“Do you have a moment?” You asked as you knocked on the open door. A small smile spread upon Bucky’s face as he looked up at you from the stack of files he was overlooking. But the smile soon disappeared as he gulped when he looked down at the dress you were wearing.

“Umm actually, I was think of reading a book and I would love to have your recommendations.” You said as you sensually walked over to him. You smirked when you noticed the way his eyes were still stuck raving over your body.

You were wearing a slip dress which hugged your curves and was nearly see through. He licked his lips when he saw that you weren’t wearing anything other than the dress. And you were happy to realise that it was having the effect you were hoping for on Bucky.

“Wha… what?” He cleared his throat when he realised that you were saying something. You leaned down on the desk such that your breasts were right in front of his face. “I was just asking for some book recommendations.” You said innocently.

Bucky’s breath hitched as he eyed your tits again. He just couldn’t get enough of how your nipples were clearly visible through the sheer material. This sure wasn’t a coincidence and you definitely weren’t that innocent.

Bucky took a deep breath before speaking up. “Be honest, do you want me to fuck you?”

Did you want him to fuck you? Yes. You wanted him to completely ruin you.

Bucky’s daughter, Sasha, had become your best friend since you’d met in the freshman year of your college. But after graduating from your university, you had to move to this city for your job while Sasha had decided to tour the world with the gracious courtesy of her father’s money.

You were a little sceptical of living in the city alone without any connections, and it was then that Sasha had suggested that you live in her house. You initially didn’t want to accept her offer and be a burden, but after constant persuasion from Sasha, you had finally caved in.

You still remembered coming directly to her house from the airport. You had thought you’d be alone as Sasha wasn’t even in the country and she hadn’t specified anyone else would be there. But oh, how wrong you were.

But the moment you had seen Bucky Barnes warmly welcome you into the palatial house, you were so dumbstruck that your bags had literally slipped from your hands. He had just smiled and patted your back as he guided you through the vast halls.

You had screamed to Sasha over the phone about how she had kept you in the dark and her only reply was that the house was big enough for you to avoid Bucky if you wanted to. But that was the problem, you didn’t want to avoid Bucky, you couldn’t.

Right from his electric blue eyes to his graying beard, everything about that man leaked pure sex. You definitely hadn’t missed the glances he gave your way when he thought you weren’t looking, and you were shameless enough to ogle the dilf while he did literally anything.

Looking at that man, you just knew he fucked good. He was built like a brick shithouse and had the charm to woo anyone he wanted. You were a little scared of acting towards your feelings for him, but after last night where you’d seen him get out of the pool, dripping wet, you just couldn’t hold it in anymore.

Though you were still a little nervous about the act you were pulling, you knew he liked you too. The way he touched you a little more than necessary, the way he laughed a little too hard when you cracked a silly joke, the way he looked at you with hunger in his eyes, were all the indicators you needed.

You didn’t even waste a second in answering to his straight forward question. “Yes!”

Something changed in Bucky’s eyes that instant and you gasped when you felt his warm hand grace your throat. He wasn’t pressing, just holding you still and making you aware of his power. “You look so fucking cute in this dress.” He rasped as he trailed his metal fingers down your gown.

A breathy sigh left your lips when he pinched your hardened nipples through your dress. You were sure Bucky could feel your heart racing through the hand that was wrapped around your throat. He was still very much seated in his plush chair while you bent at an odd angle.

“Do you know what would make you look cuter?” just his thick voice was making you squirm. His words were commanding and reeked dominance and yet they wrapped around you like chocolate and made you melt on the spot. He pressed himself ahead such that his lips were right against your ear. “You’d look even cuter with my cock in your mouth.”

Your brain nearly short circuited with just his filthy words. You were obediently about to get down on your knees like you’d dreamed of a hundred times before, but Bucky stopped you. “You’re such a good girl, sweetness. Just one word from daddy and you’re getting down on your knees.”

He pulled you forward and rewarded you with a sweet kiss on your lips that made your stomach flutter. “I’m dying to see you make a mess on my cock, but not today. Today I’m going to treat you like a princess.” With that, he got up and you gaped as he cleared everything that was on his table with a sweep of his hand and pushed you back on it.

He was quick to spread your thighs and you choked on your spit as the cool air hit your bared cunt. Bucky’s eyes were filled with lust and darkened such that only a light ring of blue was remaining. With two of his fingers, he spread apart your wet folds and your enter body heated up.

His smirk could only be described as devilish as he sat down on his knees. He released the hand over your neck and you somewhat missed the feeling. You got up on your elbows to see what he was about to do, but he pushed you back down. He shifted you such that your thighs were resting on his shoulders.

The first lick of his warm tongue against your needy cunt was enough to make you moan like a whore. Your fingers gripped the edge of the wooden table as he lapped up your soaking petals. His tongue was skilled and even better was the slight burn his beard was searing your thighs with.

“This sweet pussy…” he spit on your cunt, adding to the mess, before continuing, “… is mine!” He turned his face around and you nearly screamed with overwhelming ecstasy as he sank his teeth into your thigh. “Say it!” He demanded and your spluttered.

“It’s yours!” You pushed your fingers into his hair, but he quickly held your wrists away from him. “You know better than to forget your manners. Now what do you call me?” You were so delirious with the urgent need to cum, you couldn’t really process his words.

Your eyes flew wide open and an electric flow travelled up your spine when his hand connected with your swollen folds in a loud slap. You instinctively closed your legs, but he held them open. “Don’t you ever deny me what’s mine.” With that, he spanked your cunt again.

“Please.. I fuck!” You were trying to think, but Bucky just kept on stepping up his game. It was the third spank on your tender pussy that made you remember his original question. “Ohmygod! Daddy! Fuck! I’m sorry daddy!“ you nearly screamed.

“Good girl.” Bucky placed a tender kiss to your throbbing clit, and this act was somehow more lewd than anything before. He was once again back to lapping you up like a starved man and you nearly went spineless on the table.

His warm lips around your swollen bun was the tipping point you needed and you came with a loud cry of his name. Pure ecstasy flooded your veins as you writhed on the table. And Bucky lapped up all that you gave him as your legs shook around his face.

Bucky got up from between your legs only when you stopped trembling like a calf. His lower face, especially his grey beard was covered with your juices and that was the hottest sight you’d ever laid your eyes on.

You panted for breath on the desk as Bucky lowered his pants and pulled out his cock. Your nearly salivated at his long girthy cock as he fisted it slowly, giving you a show. It was a little curved and covered with veins which you wanted to trace with your tongue.

You hissed as he placed the tip of his cock over your nub. He rubbed the head of his cock between your petals and your mewled with need. “Don’t tease me daddy.” You whined when he didn’t enter you, and just kept on teasing you. Bucky was still very much dressed and composed while you begged and this turned you on even more.

“I’mteasingyou?” He scoffed. “I don’t think that’s what happened here, princess. You were the one who just walked in here, practically naked. Whenever you bend down and show off that fucking ass of yours makes me wanna tear your clothes to shreds and fuck you raw.” He sneered.

“Then fuck me!” Your demand turned into a pathetic whimper as his thick length entered your clenching hole in a hard stroke. Bucky wasn’t gentle as he fucked into you. His hands were holding your hips hard enough to bruise as he rammed into you like a man possessed.

“Oh..oh! Fuck daddy! You’re fucking me so well!” You blabbering nonsensically as he fucked you within an inch of your life. His curved cock was hitting just the right spots and you nearly saw stars as he pounded into you. The force of his thrusts was shaking the table, but it was the least of your worries.

“I’m gonna… I’m.. oomf!” You choked as he pushed two of his cold metal fingers into your open mouth. You didn’t know if Bucky could feel those fingers, but you sucked on them anyway. You didn’t know how, but the suckling on those fingers made you even more relaxed.

“Look at you, princess. You’re making such cute wet noises as you drool around my fingers.” The shame you felt from his words only aroused you more. Your saliva had indeed collected at the corners of your mouth as he warmed his fingers in your mouth.

This orgasm hit you like a freight train, out of nowhere and harder than anything else. The world muted into soft clouds of pleasure and you felt as if you were floating on them while drowning in honey. A few tears slipped from your eyes from the sheer intensity.

“I was wrong, you look even cuter crying on my cock.” His words were so condescending and yet you loved it. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth, now dripping with your saliva and placed them straight on your clit. He pressed tight circles over your nub and you sobbed.

“Did you think about me at night while you touched yourself?” You really didn’t know how Bucky was talking so much while fucking the daylights out of you. You were too out of it to lie, so you simply admitted the truth. “Yes!”

“Hmm.. now you don’t need to lay awake thinking about me. I’m gonna fuck this pussy so well, you’d feel me for days.” You honestly didn’t know how long you’d last. You were very sensitive from your previous orgasms and you could already feel yourself approaching another rapidly.

“I.. Uhh I.. urrghh Daddy!” You exclaimed as you felt yourself getting closer. “Shh.. I know princess, I know.” He cooed and somehow his condescending tone was what made you tumble down again. “You can give me one more, I know you have it in you… yeah! Just like that. Let go for me cum for your daddy.” Bucky grunted as he too came in warm spurts inside you.

He trusted a few more times before collapsing on top of you like a warm blanket. Your held him close as you both panted to catch your breaths and you couldn’t help but think that you were going to live a lot longer in this house than you had initially expected.

dreams, memories

pairing: bucky barnes x f!reader

genre: fluff, angst, smut (soulmate AU)

warnings: smut, talks about bucky’s past as the winter soldier

requested: nope

word count: ~2.6k

summary: bucky and y/n are soulmates. this is how they meet.

author’s note: hiya peeps! sorry for the big break, enjoy! editing this real quick: i JUST saw doctor strange, like i came back from the theatre 20 mins ago, and ive had this fic written since 2 days. the dreams and memories thing… i had no idea what a wonderful coincidence!

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“No!” Y/N screamed, waking up in cold sweat. She breathed heavily, looking down at her left arm, touching every part of it to make sure she was okay. Then she ran her palms over her face. “This is fucking ridiculous,” she muttered and got up from her bed. “Not again…” Her bed was covered in sweat. Turning on the air conditioner in her room to dry up her bed and also make it a little cool, Y/N left her room to make herself some late-night coffee.

The dreams she had every night were horrible. It was always from the point of view of a particular man; everyday, he was strapped to a chair and people, usually in white lab coats that made her think they were doctors, did disgusting and inhumane things to him. The screams of the man echoed in her head, mixed with her own screams. She was yet to know who the man was; the only thing she knew about him was the fact that he was her soulmate.

Example, person A and person B were soulmates. The way it worked was that person A’s memories would serve as dreams for person B and vice versa. So who was this man, who had such painful and abhorrent memories? She wondered if that person had dreams of her memories as well. Maybe he’d seen the time she had, once a long time ago, embarrassed herself on stage at a school function. Or the time she had thrown a party for her friends after getting first rank in an exam.

She had memories good and bad, as all people do, but her soulmate… it seemed as though he had been through more bad things than good. Sometimes, she saw memories of a science exhibition— specifically a flying car— but the exhibition seemed to have happened in a time so far back that it felt weird. Maybe it was a themed exhibition? Then other times, her dreams consisted of war; specifically, World War 2. She saw guns and explosives mostly used in that particular battle, and after confirming a few things from the internet…

Was her soulmate an old man?

If he had fought in the second World War, he must’ve been born in the early 1900s, and that would make him… above hundred?! Y/N choked on her coffee at the realisation and coughed, wiping her face. “My soulmate’s a hundred year old man?! What the fuck!” She hurriedly finished her coffee, kept the mug away and went back to her room, falling into a peaceful slumber. 

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“Morning, Barnes.”

Bucky nodded his head in greeting, making a beeline for the coffee machine. He’d woken up only 15 minutes ago. “How did you sleep, what kinda dream did you have?” Bucky looked at Steve, who was seated next to Sam. “A college lecture. The professor told a funny story and she laughed. Her laugh’s kinda cute.” Steve grinned. “That’s fucking amazing! Only if there was some way we could find out who this lady of yours is…” Bucky scoffed and rolled his eyes, bringing the cup to his lips.

“She’s not mine yet, Steve, calm down.”

“What do you think about the dreams she must be having?” Sam quietly asked and Bucky’s head shot up. Of course, that thought hadn’t occurred to him at all! How horrifying were her dreams?! Was she getting proper sleep?! What if her dreams— his memories— kept her awake all night and scared the living crap out of her? “Fucking shit,” he cursed, “Fuck, fuck, fuck— if only we can find each other—” Steve got up to calm his best friend but Bucky kept his coffee-filled mug down, turning to the door. “I need a walk.”

He left the communal area and walked out of the Avengers Compound, running his fingers over his head. He’d never, ever even thought about what she must’ve been going through because of him; how thoughtless of him!

He still remembered the first night he’d had a dream. Back in the 40’s, he never dreamt, because of course, unbeknownst to him, Y/N wasn’t born yet. Years passed. HYDRA captured him and while in captivity, he had his first dream. It was an odd dream; the point of view was such that he realised his soulmate at the time… was a baby. Bucky tried not to think about it much. At least he was having dreams, and about such sweet things, too, a complete contrast to the situation he was in.

The dreams kept him going. He saw glimpses of humanity in those dreams of his, and the thought that the world outside was mostly a beautiful place, it helped immensely. Once more, years passed by like a breeze. His soulmate grew older; a teenager, a college student and soon, a working adult. By the time she became a working adult, Bucky had successfully joined the Avengers, no longer a part of HYDRA. 

As he walked around aimlessly, his mind drifted in the opposite direction. While he had those lovely, humane dreams, what must his soulmate have gone through? From her birth, all that she must’ve seen were scenes of torture, him killing people in his mindless state, him forced to be in a confined room with no human contact other than the doctors and HYDRA workers… to have to see all that since a young age seemed a nightmare. 

He couldn’t believe he had put his poor soulmate through all that. Then, another thought occurred:

What if she rejected him for all he made her go through?

Over the years, Bucky lost a lot. He gained a few things along the way too, no doubt, but he lost more than he gained. His early days were spent looking after his sister and Steve, then as a young adult, he was forced into war, and after that… well, HYDRA. Now he had a stable enough life; sure, he risked his life every now and then but hey, things were going pretty good as of late. All he wanted was to meet his soulmate, the woman destined to be with him, but things seemed difficult.

First off, he didn’t have a clue as to what her identity was. Sure he saw hints in his dreams, he noted them all down as well, but he could not pinpoint the woman. One time he found out she worked in retail, but which store? Which branch? No idea. Shaking his head, Bucky looked around. He saw a Starbucks nearby; remembering the fact that he hadn’t had his morning cup of coffee yet, he decided to get some.

Bucky entered the place, observing it as he walked up to the barista. After placing his order, he went to find an empty seat and finally sat at the table behind a lady who was talking on the phone. He kept quiet, unknowingly listening in on her conversation. “Yeah, I know, I just remembered this one time in class, remember how the professor told us that story about his kid?”

Bucky paused at that. “I know, the poor dude had to pay for messing with our professor! That story is seriously so funny, oh my God—” He abruptly stood up, his eyes wide. His dream that day, the professor in his dream, the story, her laugh— holy shit. It was her! Bucky turned and walked to her table, making her look up. Her eyebrows shot up in recognition. “Hey Jeannette, I’ll call you back,” she whispered and ended the call. “Mr Barnes, what can I do for you?”

“You, uh—” he stammered, “The story you were telling your friend right now— may I ask you something personal, miss?” the lady gestured to the empty seat in front of her and Bucky sat, running his fingers through his hair. “This one time in high school, you came first in a class test, a Geography test if I remember correctly— did you or did you not throw a party for your friends?” 

The lady gasped. “I did! How do you know that?”

“And in elementary school, you were the host for a school function and completely butchered your lines.” Bucky watched as the lady covered her mouth. “H-How… unless…” He nodded. “Dreams. I had dreams, and I’m guessing you had those too.” So the horrid, unpleasant, godawful vile dreams… were hismemories.She should’ve at least guessed. “I’m sorry,” she blurted out, “I’m so sorry you had to suffer so much, I—”

“What are you apologising for?! It’s not your fault I went through all that, all the more, I should be sorry for giving you those terrifying dreams! Man, I feel awful…” To his surprise, the lady reached out and touched his arm. “It isn’t your fault you went through all that, either. At least the dreams will stop now, now that I’ve met you.” Bucky hoped that was the case. He clicked his tongue.

“Ah! Uh, what’s your name?”

“Y/N Y/L/N.”

He gave her a small smile just as his name was called by the barista. “Join me,” she whispered to him and he agreed, getting up to get his coffee. For the first 2 minutes, there was complete silence between the two as each finished their own drink. “So the exhibition wasn’t themed after all, it actually took place back in the day,” she jabbered and Bucky met her eyes. “You saw the Stark Expo in your dream? With Howard’s flying car?” Y/N gasped. “Howard? So it was actually Howard Stark’s Stark Expo? That’s cool!” Bucky heaved a sigh of relief. “At least you had good dreams, too…”

“Plenty of ‘em! In a lot of those I saw this blond, skinny kid— that was Captain America, right? I’ve heard that you two are childhood besties.” Bucky chuckled. “We are, as you referred to us, childhood besties. Steve had asthma growing up, wasn’t even allowed to join the military but he never gave up, even illegally trying to get in. Swear to God, I’ve kept him outta trouble so many times—” Y/N laughed at his words.

“Why does that actually sound like something Captain America would do? Hey Mr Barnes, I also kinda wanna know: you had a sister, didn’t you?” He smiled at the fond memory. “Rebecca, my younger sister. Well, she kinda passed away a few years ago of old age, but—” Y/N smiled a bit too. “I’m sorry for your loss.” He waved in dismissal. “She lived a good life. Got married to a good guy, had kids, many grandkids…”

“Do you know any of them?”

“Not yet, no.”

Soon, they finished their coffee. “I gotta go to work now, how about we meet later?” Y/N packed up her things, swinging her backpack over her shoulder. “Of course, Ms Y/L/N.” They exchanged numbers and she waved at him as she walked out the front door. Bucky watched her go from the window; he’d finally met her. He wasn’t expecting her to be someone so kind, who didn’t blame him for all the dreams she had been having. On top of that, she was beautiful, too.

A kind soul, and kind looks. He couldn’t wait to meet her again.

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“Stop moving.” Bucky froze when he heard his girlfriend next to him. “Baby, I thought you were asleep,” he murmured, turning to face her only to see her already looking at him. She reached out, running her fingers over his head. “What’s keeping you up? It’s— 1:30 am, love,” Y/N yawned. Bucky wrapped an arm around her, tugging her closer. He’d wanted to do that in the first place, but seeing as she was asleep, he didn’t want to disturb her.

“Had a bad dream, woke up. I’m sorry.” She chuckled and pressed a soft kiss to his neck. “When was the last time? I think 4 months ago, right? New record. Like a thunderstorm, if the time between your bad dreams is getting longer, that means they’re going away.” Bucky smiled at that as well. “Nice comparison, doll. I think they are, all because I found you.”

She scoffed at that. “I can’t take all the credit, Bucky, you’ve been diligently and regularly going to therapy, that is helping a lot.” He clicked his tongue and gave her a smooch on the lips. “That’s helped, for sure, but you’ve helped more. I look at you… and know it’s going to be alright. I hold you every night, and I know you’re safe— I’m safe— and I don’t think bad thoughts.”

She smiled lazily and burrowed closer to him. “8 months of this sap, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Bucky stuttered indignantly as Y/N closed her eyes. “You little shit— I thought I was being cute!” Y/N burst out laughing. “It was cute, but it was also sappy. Now goodnight, Bonky, I gotta sleep.” He muttered under his breath, “Stop calling me that.”

Then cheekily, his hand trailed down her waist, all the way to her— “Bucky! Now?” Y/N squeaked as his finger flicked her clit. “I’m not sleepy yet, plus look, you’re so wet…” Y/N moaned a little as his metal fingers ran up and down her folds, their coolness being a contrast to her warm cunt. He pushed two digits in, hissing in pleasure. “So warm, feel so good…” he uttered as Y/N twitched next to him, desperately trying to hold herself back. A few minutes passed.

“I know you wanna cum, my love, with the way your fucking cunt is clenching around my fingers so I suggest you do so immediately, I don’t wanna repeat myself,” Bucky spoke cockily. Y/N obeyed and let go, coming all over his fingers as he slowly made her ride her high. “Bucky,” Y/N whimpered when he brought his digits to his mouth for a taste. “Take off your shorts,” he rasped and she did, while Bucky also tugged his off.

Then he climbed on top of her, the blankets still over them, and slid home in one fluid motion. Both of them moaned at the sensation; it had been 8 months but Y/N felt like she was never going to get adjusted to his size. “Fuck, Y/N, my pretty baby,” Bucky groaned, leaning in to press his lips to her forehead. Somehow he simply stayed there; his hips rolled over hers lazily, both of them being tired in the middle of the night.

Even Y/N didn’t say anything; she felt like she was in heaven, and after one more orgasm, she’d definitely fall asleep in an instant. And that was exactly what happened; Bucky’s lips left her forehead and he buried his face in her shoulder, biting down to muffle his sounds of pleasure. “I’m so close, darling.” She hummed along. They let go at the same time; Bucky pulled out of her, stroking himself a couple times before spilling his release over her thigh.

Y/N’s legs shook as she came for a second time. Bucky then threw the blankets off of them, and got up to bring a towel to clean both him and Y/N up. But by the time he returned with the towel, Y/N had already fallen asleep, even snoring a bit. He laughed a little at that. Bucky sat next to her and gently cleaned her up, pulling down her t-shirt that had ridden up.

It was his tank top to begin with, that she’d stolen because it was “way more comfortable than any she owned” but he loved it when she stole his clothes, so he only pretended to be annoyed. Putting on his shorts again, Bucky lay next to her and wrapped her in his arms, kissing her bare shoulder. “Sweet dreams, doll.”

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a/n: thanks for reading! leave a like if you enjoyed! also side note— sebastian stan looked amazing at the met gala lmao

Pairing(s): Steve Roger x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: First off, I would like to apologize for how long this took to get out. I was feeling super unmotivated for a while there. Also the day that I finished this was the day before Chadwick Boseman’s tragic death and I just didn’t feel right posting this immediately following that, so I made the decision to wait a couple of days though that is not enough time to properly mourn this legend that was gone too soon. So without further ado, here is part 3 of Time Gone By.

Steve was called to the Council Room at noon. He walked in to already find every available Avenger and fighter already crowded into the room. Various representatives from each battalion were scattered around the edges of the room while T’challa stood with you, Bucky, Sam, Rhodey, and Nat around a large table. Steve spotted his sister and mother sitting just behind T’challa. All of the chairs that usually adorned the room had been moved somewhere else in the palace to make room for everybody. The mood was somber and heavy. Almost everyone’s expression was stormy except you and Nat who were talking animatedly with one another. Bucky was caught in a serious looking conversation with T’challa. You looked up to see Steve walking towards you and immediately you shut up and your facial expression became just as gloomy as everybody else’s. Bucky noticed as you tensed and cut off his conversation with T’challa to stand protectively behind you and placed a gentle arm around your waist possessively.

“Your Majesty, I’m sorry I didn’t realize that I was late.” Steve apologized as he approached T’challa.

“Nonsense Captain.You’re right on time. We were just finalizing the battle plans and we wanted to catch you up to speed.” T’challa said as warmly as he could muster given their current situation, but Steve could see the thinly veiled fear in his eyes.

“Oh?” Steve asked in a false disinterested tone barely masking his shock at having been left out of the planning.

“Yes, Steven. We’ve been planning this for weeks, but you wouldn’t know that, would you? You were too far off the grid to call or write so how could we have found you to help us make battle plans,” you said in a mock cheery tone, disguising all of the things that you really wanted to say to him.

“That was uncalled for,” he replied authoritatively.

“What did I say that wasn’t true?”

“Please, please. Can we resume discussing strategy?” T’challa cut in.

“Sorry, T’challa,” you said as you returned to your previous more focused stance, your eyes intent on the battle plans on the table before you.

“Thank you. So the Dora Milaje as well as the Jabari will follow the majority of the Avengers and I into battle. We will all advance in a line and hope to defend the border. If they break through, we will need to forma U and funnel them into our waiting arms. Y/N and Wanda will stay to defend the palace, my sister and Vision.”

“It’s too dangerous,” Steve protested.

“Who said that you got an opinion?” you muttered venomously.

“When I left-“

“A lot has changed since you left.”

“When I left,” Steve continued, attempting to pick up where he left off.

“When you left is irrelevant!”

“When I left, you were harmless. You wouldn’t be able to defend yourself, and for that matter, I have a hard time believing that you can now.”

“Asshole!”

“I’m just trying to protect you!” Steve shouted back.

“Well, stop it!” you said before storming out of the room.

…

A few hours later, Steve heard a knock at his door. He opened it up expecting to find Nat behind it, but was surprised to see Wanda there. She looked like a mess. Her hair looked as though it hadn’t been brushed in days, and she was wearing stained sweats.

“Hey. How have you been?” he greeted her.

“As well as can be expected, but really I should be asking you that question. I heard about your outburst today.”

“I just want to protect her.”

“But she’s not yours to protect anymore. Please tell me that you understand that. You have to stop living in this delusion that everything is the same as when you left three years ago,” Wanda said as she watched the light in Steve’s eyes dim as he stared at the floor. She could feel a piece of her heart breaking for him.

He was the one who had been there for her after she lost Pietro, and the only one who had provided her the slightest comfort. He had related. It reminded him of losing Bucky. He had always fought for her, even when she was responsible for all of those deaths in Lagos. He had been a father figure to her, but now he was just a shell of the man that she used to know.

“I know that I ruined everything when I left, but I thought that a part of her would still love me.”

“And a part of her does, but she had to move on. You weren’t there, but she was devastated. You were her everything and you dropped her like garbage.”

“I just need to know that she’s safe. What’s so wrong with that?”

“Possessive doesn’t look good on you Steve, especially not for another man’s girl.”

“She can’t have made up for a lifetime of training in 3 years.”

“You taught me in a couple of months.”

“But I never wanted this life for her,” Steve said as his voice broke.

“But it’s the one that she has, and you can’t take it away from her or turn back time. This is who she is now and you have to accept that. You know, I was so mad when you left. I’m even madder now.”

“I shouldn’t have left you like that. You were going through some terrible things, and I should’ve been there for you,” Steve said mournfully while still staring at his shoes.

“No. Do you realize that I might lose the only person that I have been able to bring myself to truly love since Pietro? I fell in love with him because he seemed so permanent, like he would never die, and now he might leave me too. You had a love like mine, you had everything, and you threw it all away. It seems so careless now more than ever when I am fighting for the very thing that you let die,” Wanda said, her voice breaking and her eyes glassy.

“I’m so sorry, Wanda. I didn’t th-“

“No you didn’t, but you should have. I’ll see you on the other side,” she cut him off as she reached for the door.

“Of the battle?”

“Or else” Wanda finished as she left.

Steve realized after his conversation where he had to go. He knocked on the door to find Bucky standing behind it.

“Hey man, what are you doing here?”

“Is Y/N here?” Steve asked tentatively.

“No.”

“Good because I’m here to see you. We need to talk,” Steve said as he walked past Bucky and into your room before taking a seat on the bed.

“Yeah, sure, come right in,” Bucky muttered under his breath.

“She thinks that I left her.”

“Yeah, buddy, because you did.”

“No I didn’t. I told you how to contact me before you went into the ice. You knew where I was. If she had wanted to find me, she could’ve asked you. Why doesn’t she know that? I never really left her. When were you going to tell her that?”

“When I went into the ice, I didn’t know what would happen, and then I came out and she was there and you weren’t. She was heartbroken, and I wasn’t at my best either, not that you cared. We had to help each other and then things just happened. No offense, but at that point, she didn’t really seem like she wanted to be in contact with you, and I didn’t want to upset her, so I didn’t tell her and risk upsetting her.”

“But I did care. I would’ve come back if I had known that she needed me!” Steve protested.

“She never stopped needing you, and you still left anyway. Now I think that it’s time that you leave.”

“And what about us Bucky?” Steve asked as he stood up angrily.

“What about us? You left me too!”

“No I didn’t. You could’ve come with me.”

“No I couldn’t. I was dangerous. I had to go into the ice. If it had been you, I would’ve been there.”

“I thought that we were past this.”

“Not as far past it as things seemed. Now I think it’s time that you go.”

Steve huffed as he stormed out the door. There was only one place that he wanted to go, one place that would make him feel better. He headed towards the gym, determined to punch his feelings out like a typical problematic white boy with anger issues. As he neared the gym, he could hear grunts and thuds coming from inside. Weird. He thought that he would be the only one at the gym the day before the fight. Everybody else should be resting, still the grunts persisted. He rounded the corner and peered inside of the gym to find you attacking a punching bag like your life depended on it, which it would tomorrow. Steve had to admit; you truly were talented and obviously a fast learner.

“Impressive form,” he commented as he walked through the doors.

“I don’t remember asking,” you panted as you stopped for just a second to grab a sip of your water.

“I want to apologize for what I said this morning. I was wrong. You can obviously hold your own, and I’m sorry for insinuating otherwise.”

“Insinuating? Are you kidding me! You did everything but flat out call me incapable in a room full of people, whose respect I had to work so hard to earn. Do you know that when most of these people met me I was an emotional mess? They never thought that I could learn to fight because I was pathetic, and you made me that way, but you know what? I worked, and I trained, and I tried so hard, and I clawed my way to the top of the chain of command. I earned my spot at that table, and you came in there today and placed doubts in the mind of those people, my people! You called back all those memories of the weak little girl I was, and I hate you for that. You can leave me, and I’ll survive, but you cannot just come back into my life and call my accomplishments into question like you know me or the work I put in. You cannot base your opinion of me off of the mess you made me,” you finished in a dangerously even tone.

Steve stood there in shocked silence for a few moments. You would never have spoken to him like that 3 years ago. The maddest you ever got was when he argued that Coke was better than Pepsi or that Coach was the best roommate on New Girl. He didn’t recognize the strong, confident, and independent woman standing in front of him today. He finally found the strength to speak again and muttered out weakly, “I just came down here to hit a punching bag.”

“Really? And here I thought that you were more the punching holes in walls type of incel.”

“Y/N, please.”

“Fine, you wanna spar?”

“Sure,” Steve said as he headed over to the mat that covered a large expanse of the floor.

You took your place opposite of him, and out of nowhere, leapt at him like a tornado. You kicked at his stomach, but he blocked it at the last minute. He tried to punch you, but swung too far to the left, leaving his middle unguarded. You ran at him headfirst like a battering ram and knocked him onto his back. He tried to wrestle for control and flip you, but you clenched your thighs and remained squarely on top of him. You bent down slowly until your lips brushed against Steve’s ear and whispered in a low husky voice.

“You let me win.”

“What? No I didn’t!” Steve exclaimed as he tried to sit up.

“Do you wanna try this again?”

“Y/N, you know it’ s not fair, no matter how good you are.”

“Do you let Nat win?”

“Well no, but she’s Nat. If I did, she would cut my balls off, and besides, she’s a former Soviet spy. She sneaks up on me.”

“Ok, and she trained me. Honestly, of the two of us, I’m the more likely to cut off your balls. I have a motive and all.”

“Fine. Do you really want to do this?”

“No, Steve. I asked you to spar, but I really wanted to sit down and have a tea party,” You said sarcastically as you stood up and let Steve up from the ground.

“Was that sarcasm? I feel like that was sarcasm.”

“No shit, Sherlock.”

“You know I actually understood that!” Steve said excitedly.

“I would hope so because those stories were written in the 1800s. God, you expect people to applaud everything you do, don’t you?”

“You used to.”

“I was a fool back then. Like Daisy Buchanan said, ‘That’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.”

“The Great Gatsby,” Steve said almost reverently.

“Wow! You got that one too!” you mock exclaimed even more sarcastically than before. “Now, fight me for real this time, and I mean it.”

You resumed your position and Steve came at you this time. He tried to sweep your legs out from under you, but you stepped back out of his range quickly. You aimed a blow to his side, but he blocked it easily.

“You know, I’m actually at a disadvantage without my shield.”

“Shut it supersoldier!” you panted.

Steve kneed you in the stomach and you quickly had you on your back after that. You almost managed to wriggle out from under him, but he pressed his grip tighter. You managed to flip him on his back though, and pin him, but he pulled you off of him by your thighs and pushed you into the mat face first.

“Is this what you wanted, daisy?” he asked, using his old pet name for you.

Hearing it again sent you spiraling. It reminded you of the date that he had given it to you on. It was one of your first ones, and also your favorite. Before he had left, you considered it the best day of your life. After, it just served as a cruel reminder of everything that you had lost.

He had taken you out to the middle of upstate New York, promising a surprise you wouldn’t forget. He pulled the truck over to a service road, and led you through the woods until you reached the edge of a meadow filled with daisies. You had a picnic and talked and just enjoyed each others’ company away from all of the pressures of the city and saving the world. Later, you had fallen asleep in the warm sunshine and when you had woken up, there was a daisy chain waiting on your chest. You sat up, grinning and placed it on your head, beaming from ear to ear.

“You’re so beautiful, like my little daisy,” he had whispered awestruck. That was the moment that you knew you loved him. That was the moment that would remained burned into your heart forever and you hated Steve for souring it.

Coming back to the present, you roughly shoved Steve off of you, you face burning red. You rushed out of the room right as the tears started running down your cheeks.

“Y/N,” he called after you.

Time Gone By I

Pairing: Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader

Warnings: angst

Summary: Steve left, and when he comes back, things have changed. (Not canon compliant)

A/N: Hey y’all. This is my new series. I hope y’all enjoy it. Also I know that I should start a new paragraph eveytime that sombody new speaks but I hit the 250 text block limit. So yes, I know I am not following basic grammar rules, and yes, it makes me cringe too. Next, I know it looks like Time Gone By I, but the name is Time Gone By. The I is just a Roman numeral. I know that I should have put a colon there, but when I did, it kind of irritated me so I deleted it.

As Steve walked through the gates of the Wakandan palace, he couldn’t hold in his admiration. His head was on a swivel as he took in the view of the city. It was a sight that he never thought he would see. In the 40s, Wakanda had been seen as a primitive third world country. By the 2010s, it seemed that not much had changed. The world still had yet to see this side of Wakanda, although it seemed that they wanted it that way. In fact, Steve, himself, had only ever really thought about it as the place his shield was made up until now. Walking through the palace gates, the first person that he saw was Bucky. He was excited to see his best friend for the first time in so many years. It was like a pattern for them- the world ripping them apart only to put them back together again. Only, Bucky didn’t look quite as happy to see Steve. He actually looked nervous.

“Hey, Buck. It’s been a while,” he called out as he ran towards Bucky and engulfed him in a tight hug that wasn’t returned nearly as enthusiastically. Then, he remembered where he was, disentangled himself from his friend, and bowed to the king. “I’m sorry, your majesty. That was disrespectful. I forgot myself. I apologize.”

“Please don’t apologize, and call me T’challa,” he replied in his lightly accented English that sounded so posh.

“Thank you, T’challa, and thank you for your hospitality. Now, Buck, how have you been? Tell me everything. It’s been so long.”

“Uh… Things have been different without you. I missed you,” he stammered, not quite meeting Steve’s eyes,

“I missed you too, bud. Now, where is she?”

“Who?”

“C’mon Buck. Don’t play stupid. You know who I’m talking about. Where’s Y/N?”

“Um, Steve. Things have changed since you’ve been gone. There’s a lot to talk about, you know?”

“No, I really don’t. What are you saying here, Buck?”

“I think now would be a good time to excuse myself,” T’challa said before turning and walking back into the palace. He signaled for the guard and everybody else to follow him.

‘C’mon, Buck. Just tell me what’s going on. I didn’t think that we kept things from each other.”

“No, you’re right. We don’t. It’s just that you left. You ran off and you followed Peggy’s niece around Europe for three years. Look, I get it. Peggy died and you were in a bad place, but was it really worth it? Was it worth it to leave the best thing that ever happened to your sorry ass to follow some remnant of Peggy like a dog chasing a stick?”

“Bucky, if you have something to say to me, just tell me, and stop beating around the bush!”

“I just don’t think that it’s a very good idea for you to see her right now,” Bucky said quietly, staring at his feet.

“Really? Who died and made you king?”

“Very mature, Steve.”

“If I want to see my girlfriend, I damn well will!”

“She’s not your girlfriend anymore!”

“What?” Steve asked, uncomprehending.

“You left to chase tail in Europe, and you think that you can just come back, and everything will be the same. You act like you were gone for a week or two, but it was three fucking years. You left us, all of us! Things have changed! You left her for another woman! She’s moved on! She doesn’t want to see you, Steve!”

“Moved on? Who has she moved on with?”

“Nobody. She’s just moved on,” Bucky said, sounding exasperated. “Look, I don’t want to talk about this anymore. There’s a room for you in the palace. You can set your stuff there.”

“Thanks,” Steve replied, before storming off into the palace.

When he reached his room, he marveled at it. The technology in there put that of the Compound or Tower to shame. The window stretched from floor to ceiling, and the view was incredible. It was a stark contrast to the view he was used to from his crappy flat in 40s Brooklyn, or the view of New York from the Tower. It even weirded him out not to see Thor and Nat wailing on each other in a field outside. Instead, he saw wide open spaces unlike New York and beautiful architecture unlike the Compound. It was all mixed together to create the most beautiful citadel that Steve had ever seen. He thought about asking whatever virtual assistant that was undoubtedly hooked up in his room about you, but he had only barely mastered JARVIS. He didn’t even know the name of this one, so he just sat on the bed and thought about what Bucky had said for a while. It wasn’t all true, was it? Had he really been gone that long? It hadn’t felt like three years when he had been with Sharon. Despite what everybody thought, and despite that ill timed kiss, he hadn’t been with Sharon for sex or a relationship or whatever. It was just that he had realized at the funeral when Sharon spoke as Peggy’s niece, how little he knew about Peggy’s life other than when he knew her. He needed to piece it together. He needed to know more. He wasn’t ready to let go yet, so yeah, he followed a woman around Europe just to find out more about her dead aunt. He hadn’t really seen himself as leaving you. He had meant to keep in touch with you. Really, he had. He had meant to come back, but two weeks turned to four, then eight, then three whole years. When had he let that happen? Suddenly, he heard a knock at his door. Steve opened it to find T’challa standing behind it.

“Prince T’challa, what can I do for you?”

“I thought I told you that just T’challa is fine” he teased Steve lightly.

“I’m sorry? What did you come to talk about?”

“I thought I should come and welcome you properly. It didn’t seem like things were good between you and your friend.”

“No, they weren’t, but it’s none of our concern. I wouldn’t want to bother you with my problems when you’re already showing me so much hospitality.”

“If a king cannot listen to the difficulties of his people, he has no business being king.”

“Very wise.”

“My father told me that.”

“He was a good man.”

“I know, but I am not here to talk about him. I thought I would tell you that we are having a party tomorrow night. I wanted to welcome all of the fighters and give them a chance to destress before the fight.”

“It sounds like a great idea. Will everybody in the palace be there?”

“I hope so. I’ll have a suit sent up to your room. According to our calculations, Thanos should be here in two days.”

“And those are accurate?”

“Shuri doesn’t make mistakes,” T’challa said in a tone that left no room for further questions on the matter. Steve wanted to ask who Shuri was but decided to leave it alone. “I’m having some of our scientists make a suit for you. It’ll be a little more high tech and more appropriate for the occasion than the stars and stripes.”

“Thank you.”

“I’ll have dinner sent up tonight. Most of your fellow teammates have opted to eat dinner in their rooms.”

“What information can you give me on Y/N?”

“I’m afraid it’s not my place.”

“Please,” Steve begged, employing his best puppy eyes.

“I should be going,” T’challa said, before leaving the room abruptly.

Dinner was sent up shortly after. It was a cheeseburger and fries, and probably the best that Steve had ever had. It reminded him of going out for lunch with Bucky after some of his less damaging fights, or going to Coney Island with girls that he only met two hours prior, but swore that he was going to marry. Steve missed back when things were simpler. After a while, the sky outside got dark, and Steve figured he should turn in early. The next couple of days were going to be rough, and he had better prepare the best that he could.

…

The next morning, Steve was woken up by blinding sunlight streaming through his window. He sat up in his bed and heard a voice coming from some hidden corner of his room.

“Good morning, Captain Rogers. The king would like to see you in the training lab at your earliest convenience,” a kind sounding female voice said in a stiff British accent that let him know it was some AI talking.

“Uh… good morning. Can you please tell the kind that I’ll be there soon, and could I also get directions to the training lab, please?”

“Just take the elevator to the lowest level.”

“Thank you.”

Steve dressed himself quickly in joggers and one of the T-shirts in the drawers of the dresser in his room. Evidently, whoever had stocked that dresser knew of his fondness for tight fitting shirts. He hustled down the hall to the elevator, still marveling at how modern the palace was. When he stepped into the lab though, he was in a whole other world. There were a plethora of machines whizzing over his head. There were different projects scattered everywhere in various states of completion. Holograms were projected around the room, showing the blueprints for multiple machines. It was like Stark Labs but bigger and even more high tech. He could hear a loud whirring coming from one corner of the room. He followed his ear in the direction of the noise to find T’challa watching a young woman hunched over a piece of metal that she was soldering.

“Hello,” Steve said as he walked up,not wanting to startle the girl wielding a glorified cauterizing knife.

“Ah, Captain Rogers, it is good to see you. This is my sister Shuri. She has been working on the suit for you.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Princess,” Steve bowed his head in respect.

“Shuri is fine,” she replied, finally looking up from her work.

“As long as you call me Steve.”

“Deal.”

“So what’s the deal on this new suit?”

“It’s over here. Follow me,” Shuri said as she started walking to the opposite side of the lab. “Your new suit will harness kinetic energy, same as my brother’s. It’s also a little darker and more appropriate for the solemnity of what’s to come, but heat reflective so that you won’t be burning up inside of it. It’ll be great if you ever decide to use it for stealth missions. The new suit will also be able to read and relay your vitals to the rest of your team, and of course, your new shields will be attached to the suit so you don’t have to worry about them getting lost on such a hectic battle field.

“That all sounds very impressive.”

“Shuri is the best we have, even better than your Stark,” T’challa cut in.

“I’m excited to see it, then.”

“Well, I’ll also need you to try it on. I used your measurements from the media about you, Dorito Man.”

“Is that what they call me?” Steve asked with a small chuckle “Yes, and it’s what your friend Natasha told me to call you when she helped me out with the guesstimating.”

“Of course she did.”

“She actually offered to help you test the suit out,” Shuri said as she stopped in front of a glass display case, containing a dark navy suit. Natasha stepped out from behind it with an impish grin on her face. “Hey, Cap.”

“Nat!” Steve exclaimed as he wrapped her in a tight hug. “I’ve missed you! Hey, I’ve been meaning to come find you and ask, how’s Y/N?”

“No, Steve.”

“C’mon Nat! Please!”

“Just put on the damn suit. Let’s get this over with,” Nat said, her voice laced with disdain. Shuri directed Steve behind a changing partition he requested, all the while insisting that it was nothing they hadn’t seen before. He emerged a few minutes later with his new suit on. It felt great and fit like a glove. “Stand on the line,” Natasha directed him, pointing to a tapeline on the floor. “I’m gonna hit you now,” and she did. She punched Steve as hard as he had ever seen her hit anyone, even their enemies, even HYDRA’s goonies.

“Jesus, Nat!”

“I said that I was going to hit you.”

“Not that hard!”

“Whatever. Now, run into that wall.”

“Why is Shuri recording?” Steve asked suspiciously. “Research purposes,” she answered simply, as she adjusted her tablet for a better angle. Steve did what he was told and ran into the wall. Immediately, he was blown back by some unseen force and knocked 20 feet onto his back. “That is so going viral!”

“What the hell was that?” he mustered out weakly over the sounds of everybody laughing with Nat being the loudest. “The kinetic energy in the suit,” Shuri answered. “I thought I warned you.”

“We all get revenge in different ways. I asked Shuri to help you test your suit. You forget, you left me too. Tell Sharon I say hi,” Nat said before walking out of the room proudly, still chuckling. “I think that I had better head back to my room now,” Steve said as he managed to rise to his feet. “See you tonight, Captain,” T’challa said as he attempted to stifle his laughs.

…

That night, Steve dressed himself in the suit that had been left at his door. It was a deep navy color that brought out the blue in his eyes. It was paired with a simple white shirt. Everything fit him perfectly like it had been tailor made for him, although he supposed it had been. He looked at himself anxiously in the mirror. He was afraid and excited. It was the first time that he would see you in 3 years. He didn’t know if he was ready. He started to walk downstairs, and he had to stop himself from running all the way to the main hall. He fiddled nervously with his cufflinks the entire way down in the elevator. When he reached the main hall, he realized how early he was. Only Natasha was there, standing behind the bar in a tailored white button down and black vest, fixing herself a drink.

“Hey,” Steve called out as he approached the bar. “Are we good after this morning?”

“Yeah, I just wanted to humiliate you.”

“I probably deserved it.”

“No, you definitely did. What are you drinking?”

“Do you have any of that Asgardian stuff from the last time that Thor was on Earth?”

“Ooh, starting off the night strong are we?”

“Well, I’m gonna see Y/N tonight.”

“Steve, are you sure that it’s a good idea to talk to her? She was messed up after you left, and now, she’s finally in a good place.”

“Why is everybody saying that? I love her! What aren’t you telling me?”

“Nothing,” Nat said, sounding tired, as she placed Steve’s drink in front of him. More people had filtered in at this point including Bucky. “Do you think that I should even try to talk to him?” Steve asked as he stared miserably at the bottom of his glass. “You’re best friends. It couldn’t hurt.”

“You didn’t see how mad he was yesterday.”

“I know how mad he got, and he had every right to do so, but Steve you’ve already lost him so many times. Don’t let it happen again.”

“I hate it when you’re right,” Steve said as he pushed away from the bar. “How are you doing?” he asked as he walked up to Bucky. “Worse, now that you’re here.”

“Are you kidding me? Why can’t we just be adults about this?”

“Last I checked, you haven’t acted like an adult in 3 years, if you ever did.”

“Are you really still this mad at me?”

“Are you really still a punk?” Bucky joked with a wink. “I missed you bud,” Steve said into Bucky’s hair as he enveloped him in a bruising hug, one that was returned with equal love this time. “I missed you too.”

Suddenly, Steve froze in Bucky’s arms. Bucky turned to see what had caused his friend’s sudden change, and saw you. You were making your way down the stairs into the ballroom, and you looked like a princess. Your hair had gotten longer since the last time Steve had seen you. It cascaded past your shoulders in soft curls. The dress you were wearing was champagne colored with a magnificent tulle skirt that belled out at your waist. The entire dress shimmered, giving you the illusion of having been showered in sparkles. You had reached the main floor and Steve saw your face light up when you caught sight of him.

“Hey!” you trilled as you completely overlooked Steve and flung yourself into Bucky’s arms. “Hey, Y/N. You look stunning,” Bucky stammered when he regained the ability to speak. “What the hell is going on here?” Steve asked incredulously. You whirled around and recognition flashed in your eyes as you backed father into Bucky’s chest and he wrapped his arms around you protectively. “Steve,” you gasped, the name falling from your lips like a forgotten prayer. “You- you can’t be here.”

“Really? Because the king personally reached out and asked for my help. Now does one of you care to explain?”

“You left,” you said defensively. “What are the two of you doing?”

“I thought you were gonna tell him,” you said to Bucky. “I needed more time. It’s not exactly something that you rush into when you see somebody for the first time in three years.”

“Tell me what?”

“Steve, let’s not. I mean, c’mon, we’re on good terms and besi-“ Bucky said, trying to soothe the situation, before Steve cut him off. “Screwing my girlfriend doesn’t exactly scream buddies!”

“That’s not fair,” you mumbled into Bucky’s chest, where you had turned and hidden your head. “What?” Steve asked, growing angrier by the minute. “That’s not fair, and you know it. You left me. I was devastated. Bucky was there for me, so excuse me for moving on!” you shouted as you whirled back around.” “I didn’t…”

“Didn’t what? Leave me? So then what do you call running off to Europe for three years without a word?”

“You don’t understand. I had to,” Steve said quietly with his head hung low like a puppy with his tail tucked between his legs. “Oh, so you were held at gunpoint? Were you forced to leave without saying goodbye?”

“Well, no, but-“

“Because the way I heard it,” you continued overtop of Steve’s protests. “Sharon wanted nothing to do with you after that crappy kiss, so she hopped around Europe for three years, trying to escape you, while you attempted to interrogate her about her dead aunt.”

“She kissed me.”

“I don’t want to hear your excuses Steve!”

“Aren’t you going to say anything?” Steve asked Bucky who now was standing a couple of steps behind you. “I think she’s got it covered.”

“You have no right to have any opinion about Bucky and I’s relationship. You shouldn’t even be here.”

“Y/N…”

“You can’t claim me as your property, Steve, not when you threw me away like a piece of trash.”

“Please.”

“I hope she was worth it,” you spat, before walking away and taking Bucky with you.