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Sebastian convincing you to have another baby...

Pairing | Sebastian Stan x reader

Summary | Seb wants another baby, but he still has to convince you into wanting the same thing.

Warnings | smut, breeding kink, fluff, oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected sex, mentions of birth control, creampie, swearing, cockwarming

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Y/e/d/n = Your eldest daughter’s name

Y/d/n = your daughters name

Y/s/n = your son’s name

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The idea of pregnancy gave you many things to think about, the gruelling and simultaneously tiresome journey had been one hell of a rollercoaster. The countless times (approximately two) that you had endured the swelling of your feet, and the divine hunger for the strangest combinations of food, had left you with three beautiful children.

First you had birthed a little girl, that sparked a new light behind your husband’s eyes, and reinvented his world. She was the princess he adored, and the one that you loved to watch Disney movies with, even if she insisted on Frozen every singular time.

And then, after her, you had a pair of perfect twins. They brought sound and restlessness to the household, after your daughter demanding that she wanted a sibling. Deep down, you had wanted more at the time too, but now, you felt as though your life goal was fulfilled.

Your family was everything that you had ever wanted, it felt as though you had been taken off an idealistic screen and transferred into reality. And if that had happened, you wouldn’t be one to complain, for all your greatest wishes had come true.

But if you were to ask your husband, he would make it very clear that he wanted more little devils running around the house. There was a joke that Evans and Mackie had with you every time that they saw you on set, clothed in a tight catsuit to fit your role. They would act amazed at the appearance of you not bearing one of Sebastian’s gorgeous children, their false shock earning laughs from your various co stars.

It wasn’t the fact that you weren’t open to the idea of another child to grow within your womb, however, it was more out of fear. You were well aware that you had been blessed with the birth of your lovely twins, though you were scared that you would endure the premise of double labour again, and it wasn’t exactly the kind of pain that you were willing to experience for a second time.

Being practically split in half once was bad enough, but twice, one instance straight after the other was bound to be the worst torture that a mother could be provided with. As you stirred your evening cuppa, watching as your kids were all huddled playing a board game after their dinner, two arms found placement around your waist, lightly tugging you back into a strong chest.

“Look at our babies.” Your husband mumbled into the crown at the back of your head, his fingertips rolling circles beneath your shirt. “Aren’t they the sweetest?” He asked, pressing a delicate kiss upon the back of your neck. The feeling of his stubble making your body shake wantonly, but you withheld from making sounds, not wanting to draw the attention of your children.

“When they’re quiet.” You agreed, watching as your eldest helped the twins with beating her. “They’re the most important people in my life, and then, it’s my annoying husband, who cannot stop trying to get in my pants for five minutes.”

“That’s called love; your husband loves you.” Sebastian stated, nibbling on your ear lobe as you ushered a sound of approval, clutching onto his hand that was firmly planted on your side, as his tongue traced the shell of your ear. “And I’m sure he’d love to show you how much, if you stop being mean to him.”

“Mean?” You laughed, taking a sip of your drink before spinning in his arms, allowing him to push you flush against the counter. “I can show him mean.” Biting your lip, you traced the seam of his sweats, that appeared to be all that he was currently wearing, brushing your hands up and against his well attended to torso. “But later.”

Seb groaned, leaning his head back, as he moved closer to you, pushing his thigh between your legs, glancing over your shoulder at the kids. “We could put them to bed right now, and then go to our room, then, you can show me how much of a horrible wife you are.”

“As much as I love that idea bubs, the twins need to be bathed, and you have to help your daughter with her math homework.” Leaning forwards, you pressed a kiss on his bicep, moving out from the entrapment of his arms, and lightly patting his ass.

“You know I was joking about you being mean, but now I’m seeing some truth behind my earlier words.” Sebastian plodded away, and towards the open living space, plopping down on the sofa, as he watched his offspring on the floor, smiling at their kindness to one another, though he was sure that tomorrow would be another story.

With one last look, you headed upstairs, going to the main bathroom, and began to slowly the run the tap. During the time you allowed it to run, you grabbed some pyjamas for your babies, as well as a couple of towels and flannels. By the time you had returned to the bathroom, and put everything down ready, the tub was half filled. And so you stopped the stream, putting in a tad of cold water before descending down the stairs.

“Honey, help y/e/d/n with her school work, I’m gonna get these two trouble makers ready for bed.” Your husband nodded as he pursed his lips, trying to ignore how you leant down to pick the twins up, pretending as through the top of your breast had not been caught by his eyes.

And with that, you got the kids cleaned and ready for the following day, meeting Seb at the doorway of y/d/n’s and y/s/n’s room, giving them each a kiss on the forehead before tucking them in for bed.

As you were walking towards your own room, Sebastian lifted you from behind, carrying you the rest of the way. “You can’t keep it in your pants, can you Mr Stan?” You laughed as he dropped you upon your double bed, him instantly kneeling at the end of it to peel your shirt off.

He trailed kisses along your legs, humming from the much desired contact, as his blue eyes flickered up at you. “That’s your fault, you deprive me.” He muttered against your skin, reaching his fingertips up higher to grasp at the sides of your underwear, pulling the material down.

Your husband blew hot air upon your pussy, grinning to himself as it instinctively clenched around nothing. As he moved closer, he breathed in your scent, rubbing the tip of his nose along your clit, before diving in to feast, sneaking his tongue through your slit, instantly prodding at your entrance, causing your head to wind back, and your hand grasp his hair.

“We should have another.” He mumbled against you, and you were almost too delirious to complain, although a light groan emitted from you, as you fought with yourself whether to let him continue eating you out and not respond, or do the responsible, adult thing, and speak about it.

With much resilience, you pulled his head away, licking your lips at his slick stained chin away, tugging him to be laid beside you. “Is that really want you want Seb?” You asked, biting your lip, wanting to hear his thoughts in hopes that it would relax you for the possibility of you bearing more of his children.

“Of course it is draga.” He answered, his icy pools making your own freeze, he cupped your chin, bringing your lips to his own, placing a few pecks upon your lips, before continuing. “I know that you’re nervous, but I will look after you every step of the way, like I have done both times before. Anyways, I feel like directors take a kick out of challenging themselves with making their actresses appear not pregnant, look at both you and Scar through the years.”

You nodded, understanding that your career wouldn’t take the brunt of things. “I want another but... I’m scared. Just, what if I have two again?” You rambled with your hands, and he clasped them between his own, pausing your panicked hand signals, and rubbing his nose against each set of your knuckles.

“The chances of that aren’t very high my love. But if it happens, then maybe this time you’ll let us call them Wanda and Pietro...” his words earned him a light eye roll and a tender hit on his shoulder, as he rolled on top of you, causing you to squeal. “Remember, don’t wake the kids.”

“Kinda hard when I can feel how hard you are.” You retorted, moaning as he began to suck at the spot on your neck that made your knees shake, his hands drifting beneath your shirt, as he began to raise the material up your torso, and over your breasts. You whipped the material over your head, discarding it as his attention turned to your boobs. “I’ll never get tired of these.”

He hummed, before leaning down, taking a rosey pebble to be captured within his mouth, sucking on it as his fingers fiddled with the other. “Seb, I just need you in me.” You prodded his hips with the heels of your feet, pleased when he leaned back, pulling down his sweats, so that his erection bobbed upwards, the head already leaking precum.

“You want a baby that bad?” He asked in a brisk voice, clambering back onto your awaiting body once again, grasping his base with his heavy hand, dragging his tip to circle around your clit. “Want me to fill you up, so that you grow nice and full with my baby.”

A furrow made its way onto your brow, as you held onto his biceps, lightly rolling your hips up against his leaking head. “Honey.” He paused his movements, staring carefully down at you, reading your expression. “I’m still on birth control.” You informed him, watching as his eyelashes fluttered, and he pressed down unto you again.

“A little practise never hurt gorgeous.” Sebastian spoke, slipping his cock into your entrance, sinking into you as you moaned out his name. “Fuck, so tight, even after three kids.” He groaned, putting his hands either side of your head, as he began to thrust in and out of your pussy, breathing heavily through his nose.

“So big.” Your hands grasped at his naked back, casting down to grasp his ass, causing him to suddenly buck deeper into you, emitting another series of moans out of you. “Love your cock.”

“Yeah?” The romanian smugly asked, his lips drifting up the tip of your nose, before running them back down to your own, biting onto your upper lip, as one hand continued to brace his weight above, and the other moved down to fondle with your clit, causing you to tighten around him, your eyelids blinking repeatedly. “You love my fat cock inside of you, about to pump you full of my cum?”

“Yes Seb, love it.” Your eyes screwed shut, tears slipping out the corner of your eyes, as he made his administrations harder, hitting his hips languidly against your own. “Love it so so so mu- ah - ch.”

“Cum angel. Coat my cock, pretty girl.” You complied, reaching your high, as your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer as your essence pooled around him. “Want me to make you round with my babe, want me to make you full of my cum?”

“I do, I do, I do.” You squealed, your breath hitching as he stilled for a minute, filling you with seed. “Fuck.” You breathed, your chest rising and falling, as he remained in your for a moment, before pulling out, but you stopped him, clasping his back with your sweaty hands. “Stay.”

“Okay.” Seb said tiredly, his skin flushed as he rolled over, so that you were laid on his chest, your head falling to below his chin. “So beautiful, you know that?”

“Mmh.” You hummed, drawing circles upon his skin. “I’ll come off my birth control tomorrow, then, we don’t have to just practice.” He leant down to press a long kiss upon your lips, sneaking his tongue through their natural seam, gently sucking on your own.

“That sounds more than good to me darling.” He stroked down your back with his talented fingers, pulling you closer again. You felt his dick twitch within you as he felt both of your mixed juices trailed down his balls, that huffed from the sensation.

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Welcome to the Family: Finished

A/N: This does not mean the series is over (far from it actually). It's just the title. I babysat today and he slept almost the whole time. So I got this done and some of Roulette pt 2. That should be out tomorrow night? I kinda want Mark Wahlberg to be bullseye but idk. Tell me what you think. You twirled your hair nervously. You hadn't been home for a long time, and Izzie was waiting for you with some big surprise. You stepped into her apartment and jumped at a sudden pop. The lights turned on and your friends were all crowded in the small space. A bottle of champagne fizzed in your sister's hands. A banner hung in front of the tv reading "CONGRATS FOR ESCAPING THE STUDIO!!!!!!!!!" "Iz, when will you be normal? Seriously, am I the only one who finds the phrase on the banner sort of awkward? It sounds like one of your song titles." Sometimes your sister was just too much. You had never gotten into her whole hipster music thing either. "Oh stop being such a wet blanket. Where's your energy?" "I think the airline lost it in Chicago." "There's my sister. Come on, I got cake. Your favorite flavor too." "We had to hide it from Sebastian though," one of your friends laughed. "He already ate most of the food." You laughed and pretended to like being the center of attention. You had to put those acting skills to use at some point. You were bombarded with questions concerning the movie. "When is the new trailer being released?" "Where there any cute guys on set?" "Did you get to kiss anyone." "Did you guys do anything on set to celebrate finishing?" "Ladies," you smiled, "you know my lips are sealed. But yes, we did have a mini celebration. Mostly just a round of drinks." "Y/N, are you actually telling me that you had a drink? My little sister, all grown up." "No, I still don't drink. One of the camera guys brought me starbucks." "Ooooooh," everyone teased in unison. "He was gay though so no, he doesn't like me." "Awwww. We'll just have to to find you another man." "This is never going to end." "You're probably right," your sister nodded. "We got you something." "If it's a blind date the answer is no." Laughter bubbled throughout the apartment. Your aversion to being set up was quite the inside joke. "No, silly. That's for Christmas." After more laughter, Izzie produced a small package. "From Sebastian and I." You gasped as you opened a box revealing earrings of birds perched on arrows. "Are these gold?" "And diamond. You're famous now. You need to stop going around wearing cheap jewelry. It was his idea." "I'm going to kill him. You two sure do spend a lot of time in jewelry stores." "Oh yeah," the girl from two doors down added. "They finally found rings. Izzie is hiding them from the rest of us though." Your sister shrugged. She wasn't very good at keeping secrets, so this was shocking. "We thought Y/N should be the first to see them." "Oh well in that case we'll all leave so you ladies can study it." Your hands found there way to your hips. "Now hold on just a minute. This is my party and I would hate for all this planning to go to waste." "Since when does Iz plan? She literally just called all of us this morning." Once everyone had left and things died down, Izzie dragged you into the "studio". "It's here somewhere. I think I hid it in Aaron Taylor-Johnston's sock." "Oh, you mean the one you had me steal from his trailer because you're a nerd?" "Yeah, do you think you could get the other one?" "That was three years ago. I'm pretty sure he would have thrown it out by now. So, no." Already having forgotten about the sock, she held up a piece of paper. "Ooh my Grant Guston autograph! I was wondering where that went." "I was wondering where the floor went. And that's another embarrassing story of something I had to get." "That's where Misha Collins' hair was. I thought I lost it." "Can me stop worrying about doing an inventory of your memorabilia and work on finding the million dollar rings?" "Anyone home?" Seb's voice echoed from the doorway. "We're in my room," you called. "It's my studio." "It's your landfill." "Lose something?" Poor lil Sebastian. He had no idea what he was getting himself into. "Yeah, I can't remember where I put the rings." "That's simple. I have them. We decided that I have a better chance at not loosing them." "I swear," you laughed, "I am the only competent person in this family." "Well, you are certainly more organized," he teased. "Excuse me," Izzie faked an offended tone. "Whose side are you on?" "Yours," he smiled, wrapping his thick arms around her waist. "Always yours." His lips met hers. "Alright, son. That's far enough. You'll have time to kiss her on your honeymoon. But until then this is a three wheel deal." "Of course. We are a tricycle." "We'd just be training wheels if Y/N had a boyfriend." "Oh my god! I should have stayed in California with gay camera guy." "What?" "It's okay Sebby. You'll understand when you're older." @kalianoble @spderboy @rogersxbarnesx @punkpeqqy and the return of @marvel-dc-trash

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Rush Hour

Pairing | Sebastian Stan x reader

Summary | whilst on the way to an interview, you and Sebastian are stuck in traffic. There seems to be only one way to pass the time that comes to mind.

Warnings | smut, fingering, teasing, slight voeyurism I guess (on the phone?)

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It was stressful, viewing how parades of cars, lined up in their designated sections filled the large road. It appeared as none of them were going to start moving for a while, and it made you bite your lip in frustration. Out of all days, it had to be this very one, when you had to assign your presence within a specific slot of time.

You and Sebastian had even left early, as insurance that you would arrive at your destination on time, but now, you had severe doubts that you would. And those doubts, within the past few minutes, had became incredible high. It looked as though there was no chance of escaping this frozen parade for the current and important time being. 

Even the simplicity of looking out the window made you slightly mad, you had places to be, as you assumed many other people that were under the same predicament were too, but for the meanwhile, you weren’t going anywhere. The lines of vehicles were stuck in some kind of limbo, stricken by the same thundering of karma at once.

Your significant other was behind the wheel, tapping his long fingers upon the round gear, causing your attention to divert up to his talented digits. As you studied them and their smooth exterior, an idea rendered in your fuming mind, and so, to put it into action, you slyly placed one of your own hands to rest upon his upper thigh.

Sebastian, instead of waving off the affection, smiled at it, thinking that it was nothing more than a tender instinct to also calm him down. The bet was, his agent would have his ass for showing up late, well aware that they had been the one to arrange this press in order to promote the latest of your shared projects.

However, he had not expected in this bustling, and public surrounding moment that you would creep your grip up higher, and so he tensed as you did just that. But he chose to allow you to continue for now, his front deep digging solely into his lower lip to express some of the tension that he was under whilst stuck in the car.

It was impossible to predict how long the pair of you would be stuck in the moving box, and it seemed that you had configured a way in your mind to pass it. One that had lead to your fingers dancing over his trousers, and making him groan lightly in anticipation.

His cobalt eyes snapped towards you though as you removed your hand. To put it simply, you were teasing him, riling him up in the constricted amount of space. It relented you no escape from him, nor his uptake in revenge. And as you shrouded under his gaze against the inside of the passenger side door, you gulped.

Perhaps, you thought, you should have just kept your hands to yourself. And then, you would not have been stuck in this predicament of being cursed with his winter glare; it made you feel like melting ice cowering into the level below. For a second, you wished the controls of the radio volume had the ability to reverse time, so that you could correct your mistake.

The feeling of his hands abandoning the wheel, considering that the car was not going to be continuing moving on the road for a while, and drifting towards the bottom seam of your skirt had you inhaling as much air as your lungs would allow. It would not be the first instance of which he put his earnest skin upon yours in public, but with all around being still on one spot, a part of you worried sincerely of a noticed fan grabbing their phone with their clammy hands, and recording the interaction.

And if done, the interval, whilst stuck in one, would be painted sourly over the entire internet. There would be an assortment of clashing reviews; some lustful and imagining what it would be like to be trapped in the car with you two, and others shaming of your indecency. And to say the magazines and online articles would have a field day, well, that would be an understatement.

Seb drifted his feather light touch up higher, brushing just above the border that labelled the end of your outfit. Instead of say anything that compromised his mission, you settled back into your seat, sinking your head into the designed rest, and opened your legs a little, permitting him no resistance to do as he pleased; all because, you wanted the satisfaction and fulfilment of the adult acts too.

Your teeth sank into your bottom lip, squashing it beneath the carnivorous bone, as his hands danced elegantly around beneath the complimentary fabric. He toyed with you, by stroking his fingers over the thin material of your underwear, expertly putting pressure down upon your covered bud, confiscating a breathy whine out of your closed mouth. “You’re already wet.” A damn smirk coveted itself upon his healthy lips, your eyes flickering between the seductive sight, and that hidden beneath your clothes.

“Do something.” It wasn’t an order on your part; it was a sensual beg, in other terms, your sexual starvation put into words. The air from your lungs was practically ripped away as your partner delved his explorative fingers into the privacy of your garments, the pads of his delirium causing fingers heading straight towards your swollen and puffy clit.

With no hesitancy, you head rolled sideways to rest against the window, your breath frosting carelessly against the glass. Instead of caring about what was being viewed from the outside of the car, you focused on what could be seen from within the space of the front two seats. And so, you pushed up your skirt, giving the pair of you an explicit image of his hand roaming beneath the divider that kept your crotch from the barren air.

“Like this?” Sebastian taunted, sinking a finger into your sopping hole, causing your eyelashes to flutter at the sensation. A furrow worried his face however, even as he stayed still, not moving his digit, all due to the ringing of his phone. Using his free hand, he picked up the device, bringing it to his ear. “Hello?”

As he began to converse, he slowly paced his finger in and out of you, the thought of him finger fucking you whilst on the phone making you that much wetter. “No, me and y/n are going to be late, there’s traffic.” You assumed that he was speaking to his agent, and as you mewled, he left you empty, bringing his finger to his mouth to clean.

“I don’t know how long it’s going to be until the road clears.” Seb sighed, after removing his slick coated digit from his mouth, pouring a little spit onto it, and bringing it down to rest on you clit. Shuffling, you leant back as far as the seat belt allowed you to have both of your feet to be perched on the end of the passenger side, knees tucked up your body willing to take whatever he would so much as give to you.

“Seb.” At the sound of his voice falling so erotically from his lips, a crease formed between his eyebrows, and so, as punishment for interfering with the static of his phone, he pinched your clit, and to cease the audible response, you bit into the palm of your hand, leaving indents of your teeth begins.

“I can’t make it go any faster.” You were not sure whether he was speaking to you or his agent. But it didn’t matter, not as he began to roll your clit between his fingers, paying the button ample attention, that had your head going all fuzzy and thoughtless.

“As much as I wish I could clear up this whole parade of stuck cars, I can’t.” He deliberately shook his head, purposely looking away from where he was playing with you to keep focused on the phone call, despite still rubbing tight circles around your bud. “She’s fine, in fact, she’s fallen asleep. Y/n will be all rested and content if we get there.”

Rested was a word that you were opting against, but if you were going to be privileged with being made content, then who were you to argue with him? So you remained silent, biting onto anything that could silence you, to keep yourself satisfied and ensuring that he would keep some truth behind his words. “See what you can do, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

With little to no reluctance, he dropped his phone onto his lap, it meeting and causing some friction against his semi. But the awakening in his trousers was not his priority, instead it was the slick that was collecting so wholesomely on his fingers, acting as a natural lubrication to continue his round administrations.

“Sebby.” This time, instead of trying to silence you, the man marked you with a pleasant grin, only to apply more pressure behind his movements. It was a wicked deed, but you had no mind to it as it served no bother; instead, you were rather pleased that he was to be giving in on his pardoning.

“You going to cum for me darling?” His words were almost taunting, you could feel a flush of heat cascade up your neck and all around your body. And all from clitoral stimulation, this man certainly knew what he was doing. “Cum on my fingers baby, make them all nice and wet.”

Plunging your teeth once more into your bottom lip, you groaned, shutting your eyes and breathing steadily throughout your nostrils. And with that, you shattered underneath him, your shoulders twinging from the spasming aftershocks that riddled your body senseless.

“Would you look at that, the cars are slowly beginning move.” You needn’t have even needed to open your y/e/c eyes to know that there was an amused smirk contouring his features; that man sure could get cocky sometimes, and half of those happened to be in public.

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Posted

Pairing | Tom Holland x reader

Summary | whilst sharing an intimate moment with Tom, he voices that he wants to take a photo to commemorate being together again. But accidents happen, and it is not uncommon for his fingers to slip.

Warnings | ass grabbing, accidents happen I guess, clumsy Tom, suggestive statement

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Lips wandered up the expanse of your neck, lightly trailing up the ladder of skin. Tom was beneath you on the sofa, sat in a relaxed disarray. Admittedly, it was nice seeing him so calm, with no worries from his demanding job. And not to mention, you had him all to yourself.

That, was the best part. No cameras were capturing every angle of the beautiful man, not that you blamed them at all for doing so, however, the advantage of the privacy that you had vaguely gained, had become a newfound and favourite treasure.

He was at home, and with that prospect came the best version of himself. The one that would take Tessa for long and enduring walks; the one that could be careless to the promoting that his family have him; and best of all, the one whom would allow his hands to slip a little further down on you =r backside than he would usually allow himself.

“I love your ass.” Tom nonchalantly admitted, giving a beloved squeeze to said part of your body. “I think it may be the thing I miss most about you when I’m gone.” His admittance earned himself a playful, yet loving, swat by your undermining hand.

But despite his gentle punishment, he still resisted against your faltering will, his palms finding claim once more on your low cheeks. A grin, exhibiting an accordance upon his pleased expression. He pursued a tightness behind his sterile grip, imprinting the firmness of his engorging fingertips into your plump flesh.

“Should i be offended that all you seem to miss is this ass?” A light laugh tore through the wall of your teeth, as your hands tenderly padded at his covered shoulders. With fond and eyes of pure love, Tom made mutual eye contact, reaching one of his hands up to plant upon the outdent of your cheek.

“I wouldn’t say that was all.” Tom drew his words out, allowing his sweet and talented fingers to drift towards the corner and your mouth, hinting at its forbidden talents. Squinting lovingly at him, you darted your tongue out to swipe at the pad of his finger, causing him to retract them.

“You’re so romantic.” The sarcasm was tense, as you watched Tom swerve his gaze around you face turned siyour waist, and land on your jean clad bottom. At his insinuation to do so, you could only roll your eyes at his unsurprising and boyish behaviour. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

With no hesitancy, Tom reached into his pocket, gripping his phone, and scrolling on its well used screen. “You told me to.” Was his mechanism of defence, and with one hand, he aimed the front lens of the camera as far as way as his arm could reach, whilst his other remained squeezing the fat of your behind.

At his behaviour, you could barely hold in a smile, as your head sideways, giving a profile to the image that he was intent of capturing. He took a few, to which he stated to be ‘perfect’. But all of a sudden, as he was mindlessly scrolling, and giving a teasing pinch to your ass, his face fell.

Tom was always one for spoilers, and this circumstance was not indifferent. The feed of your shared presence and comfort in one another had been accidentally set as a post upon his Instagram account, causing him dread. He had meant for another picture to take its public space, and his heart rate picked up as he saw likes begin to flow through on his notifications.

It was supposed to be a picture in regards to his movie, promoting its release date. And instead, what had been delivered as online content was the well focused image of his hand clasping your ass, and both of your faces in the viewpoint. The pair of you were screwed, your agents would have a field day with trying to come up with a solution to your privacy.

“What did you do?” At that question, he gulped, and froze as you took the phone out of his hand, scouring the screen with your adept eyes. And what you were met with, was the profile that he had taken of the pair of you, posted publicly onto the popular app. “Tom!”

“I didn’t mean to!” He urged, there being no argument between the pair of you, instead, it was simply him trying to defend his accidental actions. “I’ll take it down.”

“Approximately five hundred and - oh, now thirty people have liked this already. We’re screwed, they’ll have already screen shotted it. Our cover is officially blown.” You put the phone down on the side of the sofa, rubbing your temples efficiently at the thought.

The pair of you had handled your privacy so well, until now. The entire lid off your operation was gone, leaving all for the fans to devour. “I don’t want to even look at the comments.”

“Hey.” Tom softly spoke, his hands fleeing your ass and coming to tilt your face in his direction. “Maybe it’s not so bad, we’ve been playing this game for a while now. And whilst the secrecy is exciting, I want to take you to premiers and no one gasp in surprise, and walk down the street hand in hand with you. At least now we don’t have to hide what we have together.”

“Thomas Stanley Holland.” You addressed him using his full name, bringing your palms to rub sweetly on his chest. “Now tell me, were you not opposed the idea of being careless and letting that finger of yours slip so that the whole world knows about us?”

“I used my thumb actually.” He corrected you, leaning up to press a living chaste kiss upon your inviting lips. “And it was an accident, but I’ve thought about coming out about our relationship for a while now. The things I’d do to have you on my arm as we walk down the carpet; we wouldn’t have to seem like strangers any longer.”

“Well, we aren’t strangers my love.” Swirling a curl around your finger, that hung down from his head and onto his face, you smiled at how soft his locks were. “And because of your little mistake, we don’t have to act outside of sets anymore.”

A part of you was relieved, to know that now, the entirety of both of your worlds would be aware of the connection that was present between the pair of you. Another was in fear of how the fans would react to their beloved Spider-Man actor being off the market. However, you couldn’t help to love Tom, and his nimble fingers, that had found home on your ass once more.

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Screw You | Brie Larson

Summary; You have pissed Brie off by flirting with someone else, and so she reminds you that she is the only one that can make you feel so good.

Warnings; smut, use of strapon, angry Brie, degradation, Dom Brie, fwb relationship

There was no denying that the rage on Brie’s face was intimidating.

Whilst it brought focus to some of her stronger features, such as her jaw, and the angle of her brows, she still provoked worry down your spinal cord.

She could be ruthless when she wanted to, and you expected no less whence you bent over the arm of the couch without the order to do so.

You could hear her behind you, unbuckling her heavy belt.

It made you relieved that you had not chosen to wear such attire, instead, your body was clad in a skimpy little number, that had been fast to catch the attention of the blonde woman.

No, the two of you were not an item, instead, you were under an arrangement.

Pleasure for each of you was both the price and the reward, and neither of you had never complained about such regards, that was, until tonight.

That was when the argument had broken out, for she grew angry, and you were unable to see exactly why.

Until, at least now, as she traced your back that was clothed in thin material.

You felt Brie lean over the entirety of your hunched form, her lips right beside the ear that you claimed to hear best out of.

The whisper of her breath had your skin crawling as you awaited for the woman to do or say anything, rather than hover over your shoulder.

“You’re mine pretty girl, nobody else gets to feel this pussy.”

It was a statement, one that she had every intention of making you inclined to remember.

She pressed the tip of her strap against your underwear, before sliding the material layer to the side and out of the way. “Am I understood?”

Her hand that was free from handling herself was grasped onto your hip, giving it a squeeze as she easily slipped inside of you.

Brie sighed, content with how you mewled from the feel of her, trying to push back against her attached length.

“Yes, no one else is allowed to touch me.” You whined, shushing your face into the cushioning of the couch.

And with that, Brie began to fuck into you, making you drool against the furniture and blubber under her brutal pace.

She was relentless, using her feet to harshly lock onto the ground, and thrust up into your cunt.

A moan spilt from your chest as she continued her fucking of you, and reached her arm forwards to grip your hair.

“Little slut, aren’t you?”

The name had you sopping helplessly around her dick, it could be heard slushing with each of her thrusts.

“Your slut.” You breathed helplessly, your eyelids fluttering as they experienced the ecstasy that she evoked inside of you.

“That’s right baby.” She admitted, reaching around you with her spare hand, toying with your clit.

“My little slut.” She raised your head with her grip on your hair, pulling you up so that you were stood against her body.

Despite the change in position, she remained clutched in your walls, moving so that whimpers would slip through your supple lips.

“Yeah.” You whined, leaning your weight back against her own, allowing her to use you and bend you however she wished.

Her hand slipped from your bud to your thigh, grasping it and hoisting it backwards over her right leg.

It opened you up, reinforcing her thrusts so that they struck deeper within you.

Her hips gyrated each time she bottomed out, brushing the bare flesh that was encased around the strap to stroke against your ass.

“Cum for me, show me how much of a slut you are for me.”

Her order flowed straight down to your wrecked cunt, and within seconds, you came over her you.

A groan fell from your mouth as she slipped out of your pussy, tucking herself back in the complimenting and flared slacks that she had opted to wear tonight.

“Good girl.” She cooed, wrapping her arms around you as she placed you comfortably upon the sofa.

A hum of content fell from your lips as you closed your eyes and smiled.

“Stay right here, I’m gonna get you some water.” Her hand brushed across your forehead as she left for the kitchen.

She soon returned, a pleasant and satisfied smile upon her face as she watched you.

After you had taken a few gulps, you placed the glass atop of a coaster, shuffling towards her. “Again?” She asked, surprised.

“I am your slut, aren’t I?” A smirk riddled your face, a glint bearing behind your y/e/c irises.

[starshipsofstarlord]

Little Shit | Sebastian Stan

Summary; when he hears two boys speaking about you in less than a formal manner, it sparks Sebastian’s rage. He cannot remain professional on set, not even if him doing so would humour the directors.

Warnings; smut (oral, fem receiving), angry Seb, swearing, Tom and Harry thinking they’re being funny, slight discussion of sexual activities, traumatised Tom because if he’s in a fic with Seb and Mackie that just has to happen, slight voyeurism.

The name of the younger man sent false ripples of anger down his spine, he for sure was not a fan of the actor. It was all fun and games for the public, but as he listened to the brunette, Mackie snickered beside him, holding onto his arm. “Chill man.” Anthony tried to calm him, but for a truthful first time, he wanted nothing more than to drive his fist into Tom Holland’s face.

“Is she as hot in person as she is on the screen?” Harrison, Tom’s friend that had been permitted to visit the set of Civil War asked, and whilst Sebastian was listening, he had not cared. He had assumed that the British pair were speaking of Scar of Lizzie. However as the conversation had progressed, he had discovered that his initial speculation had been well and truly wrong.

“Yeah.” They were all still clothed in their costumes, his accent didn’t quite fit with his outfit, however at the end of the day, it was all a front for a cinematic performance. “She’s really nice too, fit as, but nice. Other than the fact that she jokes with Sebastian and Mackie about hating me.”

That was when he had realised that the young men were indeed speaking of another one of the actresses. She was funny and amazing with her skills in staying in character, but most importantly, you were his. Tom had no chance, and nor did this friend of his. As soon as he had heard the admission slip from Holland’s well spoken lips, that was when he had tried to launch like a pitbull.

“Dude, I’d still kill for that interaction with her. That’s second best to having her legs wrapped around my-” Before Harrison could complete his sentence, Sebastian had ripped himself from his friend’s cooling closer, and began his winter soldier murder strut in the direction of the gentlemen in need of manners.

“Listen here you little shits, if I so much as hear one more foul thing slither from your disgraceful mouths, I will personally rip your tongues out, forbidding you from saying anything for the rest of your pathetic lives.” His threat had vastly more affect, considering that he was still presented as Bucky, a man that once was a vigilant and successful assassin.

He watched as Tom’s brown eyes widened in shock, and his breathing huffed inward as he gulped as much air as he possibly could. In his state of terror, he subtly turned to Harrison, a frown crossing his features. “I told you so dude, you even mention her name and he gets pissed.”

“Wait, what?” Seb’s face fell as he tried to understand the prospect of which Tom was hinting at. Instead of an expression of madness, he was wearing one of confusion, yet still whilst trying to be viewed as the dominant one in the scenario. He could hear Anthony cackling behind him, but instead of paying his close friend any attentive amusement, he kept his glare remained on the two blokes that were understanding each other far too well for his curious liking.

“Sorry for my words about your misses man, Tom here said that you were terrifying when anyone brought up y/n, especially like that.” It was true, on many previous occasions, cameras had caught him at cons, when he grew red at any disrespectful questions or words aimed at you.

It was as though everyone knew that he was somewhat of a bodyguard to you, his emotional and romantic attachment only fuelling his primal nature to defend you. The thing however that was the most comical out of this though, was how simply and normal Harrison had spoken to him, whilst his friend was almost fainting, at least he liked to think that was the case.

“Seriously, stop traumatising Holland. If you do that, he’s gonna have a mental breakdown during a shooting, and we don’t need to be here any longer today.” That voice, it belonged to you, and as you came towards the group of men, which Anthony had shifted closer towards, Tom released a heavenly sigh of relief.

“I didn’t do anything!” Mackie defended himself from your scolding, his pitch rising. “It was all down to your boyfriend here, he went all winter soldier on these two.”

“Oh god.” You rubbed your head, shaking your head at Tom and his friend. “I told the pair of you not to provoke him, especially not like that! I swear nobody ever listens to me, he would have punched the pair of you in the face, and left you with bloody noses.” The murmuring of the title ‘pitbull’ ran from Mackie’s mouth, but Sebastian cared not for the name. It was nothing new from the man that had spoken it.

“I still sort of want to.” He informed you, leading to you slapping him on the arm, and lowly saying his name. “They’re little shits, especially Holland, you should have heard what they said about you!” He gestured towards them with his covered left arm, that was dressed to mimic a metal appendage.

“Alright, I have to agree with Holland being a little shit.” You shrugged, falling into the rabbit hole habit of putting the younger man down comedically. 

“See what I mean, what did I say?” Tom spoke to Harrison, earning a squint from your beloved and overprotective boyfriend. 

“The problem here is more on about what you were speaking about with your buddy. Wasn’t it something regarding having her legs wrapped around your neck?” Anthony prompted, adding more flame to the brewing fire. Harrison’s eyes widened at the clarity of their previous topic, however you dismissed it, waving your hand at the duo.

“Never gonna happen.” Sebastian grumbled, and as he lowered his head, you cupped his cheek that was cloaked in a layer of scruff, biting your lip as you looked up into his pooling irises. “Little shit.” You laughed lightly at that, shaking your head at his own name calling. If you were an outsider, you’d mistake him for having a childish intellect, well - yeah.

“Baby.” He looked into your eyes, almost forgetting that other people were around. “You know that my legs only go around your neck. Don’t get jealous baby, I’m all yours.”

A combination of gags rivetted from the audience, this being a moment of truce between Anthony as Tom, as they had found an even ground for the time being. “Well, we have twenty minutes until we have to start our scene, how about we go back to my trailer, and prove that I am the only man lucky enough to have that delightful luxury.”

“That sure sounds like a plan Mr Stan.” You winked, dragging him in a direction far far away from the little shits and Mackie. As you made your way up the steps of your trailer, Seb gripped your arm, prohibiting you from entering his private quarters. “What is it babe?”

“What if we don’t actually go inside, we stay out here?” Humming, and considering the possible dangers of doing the dirty on the steps, you hesitantly nodded, sliding down by your grip on the rails, and sitting upon the steps. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“You better, out time is running out.” He dropped to his knees upon the bottom step, his actions slightly limited on his left arm, that was suctioned into its own dress code. However, he still used it to aid him in removing your bottoms, leaving your underwear as he leant his face in closer, inhaling the scent that rolled off the fabric.

“Smell so good.” His lips brushed over your thong, that you were inclined to where due to the tightness of your superhero outfit. There was already a wet spot seeping through the small strip of material, and it only drove him further in his state of hunger. “Bet you taste better.”

“You already know that answer.” Your hands reached down, weaving down into his longer locks. Your boyfriend took that as his timing to in quite a literal sense, wrap your legs around his head, as one of hands stroked the outside of your thigh, the other tending to the other after he had pushed your underwear to the side. “Fuck.”

He dove in like a starved man, his tongue expertly sliding up the outside of your pussy, and ending up upon your clit, licking it to provide you a high stimulation. Seb moaned into your heat as he relished in the flavour of your heat, the vibrations inclining you to reverberate the same noise in the open air. “More.” 

He abandoned your clit, trailing his tongue down to your tight entrance, tracing the opening for a moment, before sinking completely into you. His fingers pressed into your upper thighs, pinning you to the stairs as to stop you bucking up into his face. Instead, he moved his head back and forth, fucking you with his tongue.

The sensation of your legs tightening around his skull informed him that you were growing close to your release, and so, he made his lustful administration increase in pace. As well as that, he swirled his saliva coated muscle, that had gathered more by drooling at the taste of you, against your walls.

With one glance up, he saw how your beautiful head was tossed back, and one of your hands had abandoned his head full of hair to pose and endless grip onto the white rails. Your eyes were screwed shut, an arousing whimper passing out of your mouth, followed by a louder sound. It was a toned down scream, he almost had you screaming for him.

That fact inserted a cockiness inside of him, establishing the truth that he was the only man that could bring you to such a high, he was a man capable of the most perfect creations. And the creation in particular was your approaching orgasm, to which he rushed forwards, by rubbing his nose against your clit as his tongue continued its work on the inside.

A growl resonated from his chest as he pooled back, after you had spilled your essence onto his tongue. Sebastian gave a few more licks on your pussy to clean up any leftovers, pulling back with a wet grin. “Proud of yourself?” You breathlessly laughed, moaning into his mouth as he leant up to kiss you, tasting yourself on his adventurous tongue.

[starshipsofstarlord]

Petal

college!sebastian stan x reader

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Summary; Your boyfriend Sebastian has been spending much time studying, hardly sparing himself a break. Finally, he sees the pros of taking one

Warnings; smut, oral sex (male and female receiving), penetrative sex, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, fluff

divider by @firefly-graphics

Sebastian was to be home any minute, he had been prolifically stressed from his classes regarding his law certification, and you had decided to exhibit him a well deserved distraction that would surely take his wired brain off from the course that was practically running through his veins at this point.

It seemed that at every waking moment, he was doing something to aid his studies, and whilst that was great that he was so dedicated to passing for this insane qualification, he did need to take breaks here and there. He wasn't the only one suffering from his late nights, and his resurrection from slumber at the crack of dawn, no. You were too, you missed him, despite being in the same apartment and room as him for the majority of his spare time.

He acted as though he had no time to spare, but you were well acquainted with his schedule, especially by now. The only difference was, that he had no occupation for a moment to relax with you, or by himself. His showers took five minutes every morning and evening, it was as though he were rushing to clean himself so that he could proceed to go back to putting his nose in a book, or searching specifics online.

But tonight, you were going to cut him off. If he didn't endure a moment of mindlessness, then you were sure to go mad yourself. You were keening for his touch, all you had received in the past few weeks were chaste kisses on both your lips and forehead, as well as verbalised 'I love you's. Perhaps it was selfish, he was striving towards a great achievement in his life, and you wanted a little bit of attention, but you knew he was holding himself from any relief also.

From the minimal time that he spent under the cold stream of the showerhead, he didn't have enough time to rub one out, and there was no fear that you had of him seeing another woman. Sebastian was not like that at all, and you had the clarity of him being in the kitchen half the time, typing away on his laptop, as he ran over some old notes and updated them.

Currently, he was out, he was in his lecture. There was a span of fifteen minutes from the time that he would be on the walk home, and you knew that was exactly how long that took in your shared student apartment, because you too endured your studies. But once more, your own were pushed to the side as you speculated your appearance in the silver tapestry of your mirror.

Your hand steadied on your right hip as you posed in front of it, twisting your waist to find the most attractive angle for you in your new wear. The underwear was tight, and not to mention, completely sheer. It's see through nature made wearing it practically pointless, but considering his current frustrations, it was only fair to give something to rip off of you.

Truthfully, you had to admit, you looked damned good. There was no way he would choose studying law over ravishing your body, a spark jolted through your body as the door behind you opened, and with a seductive bite to your lip, you turned around, only to scream and cover your body with your hands, or at least to the best of your ability. "Holy fuck, don't you know how to knock?!"

"I didn't think I'd have to because your human dildo isn't here!" Anthony defended himself, having turned around, as the image of you, one of his best friends, practically in the nude, burned behind his eye balls. The fact that he had seen you made you feel sick, this was not how you had intended the afternoon to go.

"Is there a reason that you burst into my room looking for me Mackie?" The question was indeed one that you wanted to know the answer to, you still felt so exposed, although he was not looking at you. That was certainly something that you were going to avoid telling Seb, that would definitely be a big distraction from his work.

And of course, alongside that, he would have an intent to possibly murder your flat mate, and whilst Chris would be laughing at that, there would be a heavy hotness to your face, as you watched them immaturely battle. Anthony cleared his throat thoroughly, directing towards the face that he was about to speak.

"Definitely not to see you like that." Retorted the math major, shrugging the shiver off his shiver as the memory tormented him once more. "But... me and Chris were going to meet with Scarlett, Takia and Brie, we were going to see if you and Seabass wanted to join, but as I saw against my own will, you have something already planned for your dinner."

“Um yeah, no, we’ll pass. Thanks tho buddy.” Oh god, to say you felt awkward was an understatement. If you were wearing clothes, or at least more socially appropriate ones, you’d go to him and give him a typical punch on the shoulder. Though, if you were clothed more body wear, you wouldn’t be in this predicament. Only things like this happened in college flats, that was one thing that could be confirmed.

“Okay then. Good to know...” Anthony closed the door and proceeded to enter the kitchen. He went grab himself an apple, and realised then that it was an unfortunate consequence, but he had lost his appetite. There had been nothing wrong with your appearance - nothing at all - but you were his flat mate and friend! And, you had a boyfriend, whom was also a great reference of social interaction for him.

The sound of keys interlocking with the outside of the door echoed through the kitchen, someone was outside, and he’d be write in assuming that it was Sebastian. Chris was presently occupied by scouring the internet for ways to surprise the girl he was currently hanging with, and honestly by that, Anthony was scared to enter his room.

It could have been anything that he was searching, but to his contrasting luck, the last resident of their flat entered, creases firm on his brow, from thinking too hard. Sebastian was mulling over the lecture that his professor had given his class. Remember to take a break every now and then. Maybe he was right, a break couldn't postpone him from graduating him that much, could it.

Perhaps he was putting it all off, because after receiving his degree, the four of you would have to find somewhere else to live, and a part of Seb was inclined to ask you individually to move in with him. A one bedroom apartment would be cheaper than one with three rooms, and atop of that, he wouldn't have to be cautious of minor things like walking around the flat in little to no clothing, or fucking you on the kitchen counter.

They were all coupley things that he had wishes to do, but because there were another two men residing with you and him, albeit them being your friends, he didn't allow you to do so in anything less than one of his shirts that cascaded down your thighs, so that if you weren't wearing panties, everything would be concealed. Anthony gulped, remembering he had seen you in your surprise for this man, and gosh, did he want to keep quiet about his accidental peek.

Sebastian wasn’t the jealous type, it was rather refreshing how he found that to be an unappealing trait, however, it would still not settle well that someone saw his girl, in a compromising choice of wear that was supposed to be for his eyes only. He would surely make it clear that you were his, and thus the fucking in the kitchen that he dreamt about would be more than likely to unfold, as he rammed you against the cupboards, caring not if guests were due.

“Hey.” It was a breath of fresh air to speak to someone who was not on his course, it was as though he had become estranged from the people closest to him during this part of the term. Thus a striking pang of guilt landed in his chest as he wondered how you must have felt. He hadn’t touched you in any intimate sense in weeks, it certainly felt like years.

That truth gave him no pride, he dropped his items on the counter, planning on returning to them after he had tended to greeting you. A long kiss sounded nice, strung by a chord of untwined tongues that groomed the insides of your mouth, as you reciprocated. If he was very generous to himself, he’d perhaps lay down for a moment, and allow his pianist hands to wander for more than a moment, stroking them up and down your thighs, until he gave supple attention to your sweet delicacy, dipping down to kiss it and run his fingers over the beautiful gates that only he was allowed to surpass through.

Anthony muffled a reply to him, before shuffling out the room, casting him a weird side eye, but Sebastian thought little of it as his mind was preoccupied with something other than his studies. Oh, and how he didn't mind. The mental image of your nude portrait blessing his eyes was enough motivation to have him striding at a fast, yet considerable pace, towards the door to your shared bedroom.

He knew you must have been inside, he saw your lanyard hanging on the coat rack, that was literally a makeshift piece of wood that you had drunkenly returned with one night, along with a very much intoxicated Paul Rudd. There had been construction nearby, and you thought that it was possible to turned the sharp edged plank with nails sticking out as a bedframe. Least to say, Sebastian did not allow that to happen, knowing that one morning, you would end up spiking your scalp against one of the rusted nails.

People had gotten hurt by it from where it was already, there was that time that Tessa had tried to lean on it for a photo, that in retrospect was an applicant towards your photography course, but that didn't end well, you were pretty sure there was still a streak of her blood stained into one side. That may have been why Chris had turned its weight around after that. However, none of you had the money to spare to invest in a real rack, so for now it stayed.

It sure as hell wasn't coming with you guys when you moved out, that was one thing that Sebastian was going to ensure. If Anthony wanted it, then so be it, if all went to plan, the pair of you wouldn't be living with the lovable goof when the time came. Turning the knob to the room, Sebastian heard a gasp, and thus after he shut it, he saw you wrapped up in your robe, your head cocked to the side as you seductively tried to settle on your small double bed.

"You made me jump Sebba." No, he could tell that you had been taking a short nap, as though you had wanted to forget some details from your day. And that you did, and you hoped that Anthony did as well. "Have you got much work to do bubs?" You raised yourself on your elbows and shuffled towards him as he came to sit on the side of the mattress.

"Think I'm going to take a short hiatus from it for a few hours." Now that certainly sounded pleasant, you hummed at his words, stroking his shoulder, as you pressed a kiss to his hand that moved cup your cheek. "Have I been neglecting my little petal?" It was a name he used whenever he was seeking forgiveness, but this time, you shook your head, frowning, as you settled a small smile on your face.

"You've been understandably busy, I get that. I'm not going to go as far as to use that word babes, you've just had a little time to yourself and your schoolwork, and that is fine." He tapped your chin, cocking his head to the side, inviting you to straddle his lap. You'd have been stupid if you refused after all the time that you had spent mentally apart from him, so without another hint, you clambered over his thighs, a giddy expression corrupting your face.

"This is why I love you. So open minded, and not to mention, that mind of yours has had me doing some thinking." Nodding in a current to prompt him to continue, his hands eased their lodging onto your bare thighs, stroking the skin with large soothing swipes, making any hair on your body stand on edge, as he averted his eyesight to the split of your gown that crisscrossed around your chest. It wasn't a sexual focus however, it was more so as though he feared a rejection of one kind.

"Hope you're not gonna propose us having a kid or something, because now is certainly not the time." At your humour, he sincerely laughed, causing a calm to wash over you and him, as he finally looked you in the face. “Unless you mean buying a plant, our last one died, and now you use the old pot to stub out your blunts." You could see the improvisational container as you turned your head to the side, seeing its white exterior be a gradient of light to shielded grey.

"I want you to move in with me." Sebastian responded straightly, bracing his slightly nervous palms to the divot of your waist, as he grasped the skin below your ribs, swirling the pads of his thumbs across your skin, caressing each nimble pore on that part of your body. His breath captured the side of your neck, as he licked a sweet line across a vein that he specifically picked out using his

"We already live together silly. Unless we're gonna move to mars." As you spoke, your brows optimistically raised, as your forearms found a home around the back of his neck, as you pressed tentative kisses to his clean jaw. A series of giggles evicted from you as you darted your tongue out to taste his sharp skin, your hand slipping down to control his own, trailing his touch beneath your gown so that the tips of his fingers were brushing the mesh of your underwear that was poised in a curve upon your hipbone.

"As much as the space nerd in me would love that, and not to mention you would make one foxy astronaut, I meant, after this, and here, we find a place for just you and me. I get if you don’t-“ you pressed your left forefinger to his lips, humming with a smile as he shared a gentle kiss upon your skin. He took the digit into his mouth, sucking the skin and swirling his tongue around the crescent of your nail.

“That sounds... perfect.” Ushering your finger from out past his lips, and the barrier of his nipping teeth, you languidly stroked his bottom lip, spreading the small extent of saliva that had coated your finger. “I’m so happy you’re taking a break Sebba, you deserve it. There’s something I want to show you baby, I know you’re going to like it.”

“Is it under this robe by any chance?” Obliging his answer with a supporting action, you allowed his hands to remain beneath the sleek material, as you untied the thick strand that tied the two sides together around your body. Pushing the dark silk from your shoulders, you revealed the design of petals that prompted through the thin material of your undergarments, everything exposed through the sultry and intimate pieces.

“Do you like it?” You seemed to have forgotten about Anthony seeing you in the internal wear, and from Sebastian’s honed gazing at your full breasts, your nipples sternly grew hard, telling him without need for word that he was silently turning you on. A sigh escaped from him, as he plucked at the seam of your panties, tugging lightly at the side to drag the material up your slit, grasping a light moan from your intimately affected lungs.

“My lovely petal, like is an understatement. You do all this for me, I don’t think I’m going to know how much this was, especially where we’re supposed to be budgeting.” Seb quirked his unbrushed brow, pressing his lips against the column of your throat, intaking the smell and pungent taste of your floral perfume. “But I’m not going to complain, because seeing you like this is certainly worth a fine penny. Is it ungrateful for me to want it off of you though?”

“Wait.” You instructed him, pressing your tongue into the divot of his chin, swiping a line of saliva through the bone structure. “I think we should get my money’s worth. First, I want to get my fill of your appreciation, and then maybe, maybe then I’ll allow you to discard piece by piece from my skin.” Your dominant hand pressed against his growing bulge as a you slid off his lap, running your nose along his thighs, as you fiddled with the purchase of his jeans, him helping you tug the denim off, and down his thick thighs.

“You’re so good to me.” He leaned back, curling his fists into the sheets, as he watched you enduringly pat him over his boxers, drawing a spot of precum to seep out onto the white cotton. “My beautiful petal, hungry for my cock, you want it, don’t you? Want to suck my hard cock, practically starving for it, ain’t ya?” Profusely nodding, you drooled as he twitched, and pushed down his underwear, revealing his uncut, and growing cock.

“Holy shit.” Escaped you as a breathy conjunction of two words, your palm reaching out to rotate his foreskin in your hand, pushing the layer back gently to reveal his hidden slit. Your tongue darted out over the flushed head, suckling on the sensitive portion, spoiling yourself with the salty taste of his aroused skin. “You have such a pretty cock baby.” Pressing a kiss along the length, you dragged your tongue up his shaft, before returning to the tip, swallowing down his cock in your throat.

“Fuck.” Your boyfriend revelled in the pleasure, one of his hands capturing your hair in its hold, running his fingers through your locks as you bobbed your head. Gargled sounds choked out from your easing throat, as you continued your administrations, making Seb squeeze his eyes shut, as he endured the pleasure that you pledged him with. “Baby...”

You moaned around his cock, your glazed irises peeking up at him, before pulling off, a strand of saliva connecting you to his hung length. “Say it.” Was his demand as his hand pressed the cheeks of your face together, forcing your lips into an exaggerated pout. It was a notion of past experiences that reminded you of what he was speaking of, you blinked your lashes innocently towards him, steadily breathing through your nose as he patiently awaited for you to carry out his order.

“I’m your cockslut.” You mumbled out, spit pooling out of your mouth and rolling down the cleavage of your lips, descending onto your chin, and slipping to be a river down your chest, playing hide and seek in the cups of your sheer bra. “Love your fat cock, and your large balls, and the way your mouth exhibits complete bliss over my pussy.” He tilted your head to the side, as he leaned down, his spare hand reaching behind you to remove your bra, leaving it hanging loosely off from your shoulders.

“How about I eat your cunt, huh? You’d like that, wouldn’t you petal?” A whine slipped from your lips as you shouldered off the floral laced bra, discarding it on the bedroom floor, as you waded your legs about so that you could do the same with the slim lined panties. “Come on then, get up on the bed pretty girl, let me at that pussy.” Doing as he said, you clambered onto the mattress, your front against the sheets as you tried to position yourself. A slap rumbled off your ass cheek, as Sebastian struck down on the globe of fat, straggling a surprised moan from your lips.

It seemed like he wanted you to remain on your stomach, and so you did as he breathed a swab of cool air upon your clenching lips, swiping his tongue from your heavy clit to your soaking entrance. “Sebs, do something, please.” You collapsed your face into the bed, wiggling your ass towards his face, earning yourself another spank to your behind. It stung, but it was a hot heat that granted you a minor bit of relief; it was certainly better than nothing.

And then, his tongue probed at your entrance, test tasting your cunt as his muscle flicked deliriously over your clit, his forefinger prying at your slit, and slipping without struggle inside of your walls, evoking a withering moan to collapse out from your chest. Another digit slunk through your folds, filling your further, as his pace increased, his mouth surrounding your clit, and rolling the bud around with his instigating tongue. “Petal, pass me the lube.”

With a light head, you blindly reached your hand across to on top of his bedside table, locating the bottle with your fiddling hands, tossing it back towards him. A thump indicates that it did not land on the mattress as planned, instead the container of lubricant hit him in the forehead. A frown covered his face as he shook his head, removing his fingers from your folds, as he grasped the bottle, splurging some of the clear and slippery liquid onto his fingertips.

Seb spread it around his fingers, rubbing it onto his skin, as he applied a little onto your tight hole, prying at your puckered entrance with his lubricated digits. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You gently rubbed your face against the sheets as Sebastian entered his fingers into your ass, quickly thrusting them in and out of you. “Feels so good Sebby, shit.” He continued his administrations with a clenched wrist, evicting pleasure upon you as you practically sobbed onto your shared bed. “No, no-“

He removed his fingers, as well as his own shirt that was still covering his chest. Seb clambered off the bed for a moment, locating a condom, as he gave his cock a couple of jerks, rolling the avast protection onto his length, as he positioned himself on his knees behind you. He entered you swiftly, returning his fingers back into your tighter hole, as he began to thrust into both of your entrances. Sounds of pleasure were compelled out from your lungs, as you half screamed his name; there were tears collecting in the corners of your eyes as you endured wafts pleasure from both intimate angles.

He curled his fingers within you, picking up his pace as his hips profusely clashed against your own. He was chasing a high, whilst simultaneously reducing you to nothing but a racer to your own. “So fucking tight; in both holes.” His teeth clenched as he moaned at the sensation of your walls clenching harshly around him, as he filled the condom with his white and warm seed. He remained inside of you as he brought one hand down to your cunt, playing with your clit, as he sternly thrusted his fingers into your ass.

It didn’t take long for you to reach your peak, cumming around his softened cock, and mewling into your own wrist. Sebastian extracted his tender cock from within you, also removing his fingers, as he swiped off the condom, tying to open side so that no cum would spill out, and then discarding it in the bin. “Shit, I was wanting some attention from you, but I didn’t know I was going to get that.” You laughed lightly, feeling a little hazy and drunk from your numbing orgasm.

In turn, your boyfriend laughed too, grabbing his shirt from off the ground, and lightly pulling you up, helping you into the baggy material. He pressed a sweet kiss upon your forehead as he rolled to be laid beside you, bringing your sweaty body into his matching side, watching through appeased lids at how you curled yourself into him. “I love you darling.”

“I love you too Seb.” You replied, pressing a kiss to his soft nipple, as his arms locked adoringly around you. “And I’m so proud of you for putting your all into your course.” Your nails stroked down his stomach, as the two of you laid upon the sheets, rather than underneath them.

“Of course I would, it’s for our future in the long term of things.” He stated, brushing any loose strands of hair out from your face. “But I guess it’s okay to take a break sometimes. And that, well that was certainly worth the time away from studying, it always is with you.”

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Welcome to the Family: Release

A/N: Sorry for taking forever. School hates fic writing. I didn't want to describe every detail, so just think how to people would react to things. Makeup artists flittered around you, trying to make you look perfect for the cameras. You didn't really understand why they had to be so picky. Your forehead ached from how tight they had pulled your hair. But you weren't too mad about the outfit. The flannel and skater skirt combo somehow seemed to somehow give you a semi formal look. You waited backstage, you'd been on talk shows before, a few since landing your role. But Ellen? This was a new level of nervous. You had met with her before, discussing appearing on the show. You may or may not have fangirled. Ellen was such a powerful women and you felt really honored to be on. Just you. Ellen announced you and you tried to not look nervous. She must have sensed your discomfort, because she stood up and hugged you. "Thanks so much for coming on the show. You know we don't have a satisfaction guarantee. Some people never come back." "They just become overwhelmed by your beauty. But really I'm actually freaking out right now this is amazing. I'm really excited." "Yeah but before we break out the big reveal, let's talk for a minute. This is your first time being live without a costar?" "Yeah, I've done stuff with Renner. But no, I've never been the only one sitting on this side." "And this is also your first time being a future maid of honor," she smiled, the picture of Seb proposing in the park popping up on the screen. "Yeah, we kept the whole relationship thing a secret. It was really hard. They were so cute-" "So, wait. You knew? And you didn't tell me?" "I really wanted to. I was like 'can we at least tell Ellen?' They didn't go for it. So yell at Seb." "I can't yell at your sister?" "That's my job." "I see. But did you know they were a match for each other before they did?" "Id like to say I did. But it just kinda happened. I still have to get over the fact that they're actually a thing." "I guess this is the month of announcements for you then. Because we are about to reveal the teaser for Hawkeye. Can I just say, it is so cool to be able to do this. I haven't seen it, have you?" "Bits of it. And I've listened to the music. I'm really excited to see it." "Alright then, let's roll." The screen lit up to show a carnival, bright with colorful lights. But it then fell dark, two different hands reached into a bag, pulling out arrows. Midnight Memories started playing, perfectly synced with various action shots. A flashing shot showed Hawkeye jumping of a bridge and landing in a convertible. A montage of sassy gestures played. Then the greatest part, several characters calling Kate's name until finally, Clint calls her Hawkeye. The white screen had "Hawkeye" spray painted across it. Everyone was very pleased with the last fifteen seconds. "We're screwed," Kate whispered. "What was that?" Clint shouted with his back to her. Now surrounded by a circle of henchmen, Clint called out, "Kate, I think we're screwed!" "Idiot," you laughed. "He probably forgot his hearing aids." "Now do you call him old man or something like that?" "Jeremy could almost be my father, so yes. But Clint is hearing impaired." "Oh that's right. I did know that. By the way, is Kate even old enough to drive? Because, I don't know about you, but I'd say Hawkeye looks a little concerned about her driving there." You glanced at the screen, bearing a screencap, and laughed. "She probably has her permit. But she isn't the safest driver." "But she's got a pretty sweet ride." "I highly doubt it's hers. She would have wrecked it. She is that one teenager that took her road test a few times and then forgot all safety protocols." Ellen laughed. Her teeth sparkled. "But you guys are pretty much done filming, right? And you mentioned that your hair is a pain. So what I want to know is, are you going to chop it off?" "I might, I'm considering dying it. I had to dye my hair for the movie because I naturally have really dark brown." "I say chop it off. Platinum pixie cut. Can't go wrong." The audience roared and you smiled mischievously. "I just might. I'll need some pointers." "And I'd be glad to give you some, when we come back." "And we're back in 3, 2-" "Hey, I'm Ellen DeGeneres," you smiled, wearing a pantsuit. Your wig was loose, but you stayed in character. The real Ellen came out, dressed in the same suit and applauding. "I actually thought I had a twin for a second there." "Yes, everyone, we are actually sisters. It's another secret," you stage whispered, pulling off your wig and letting your ponytail swing free again. "I think I'll stick to dark hair from now on." "Well you might want to reconsider that because we have a new game. You seem to have quite the knack for acting. Especially, when your character is someone you know in real life." "Or someone who has a tv show that you watch religiously." "So you are going to play something that I like to call The Actathon. It's an impression game where a computer will randomly select a person and situation. All of them are people you know well. Or at least idolize." "Why do I smell Izzie's hand in this?" "Because she told me I couldn't say it was her." "Of course she did. Little turd." "We also needed to find a worthy opponent," she grinned at you. "Come on out, Tom." "Oh my god! I hate you Ellen," squeaked at the sight of a fellow actor. "Hey Hiddles." "Hello Y/N," he smiled, embracing you in a bro hug. "Now I feel sort of out of place. You two are all matching." "She looks great, doesn't she?" "She looks amazing." "Aw, thanks guys," you said, pretending to be shy. "Let's get started before you get me all weepy." "Alright," Ellen clapped her hands together, grinning at both of you, "let's play. The rules are simple. The computer randomly selects a person and an action. You will take turns acting it out. You can use any one of the objects on the table. Okay? Y/N, you can go first." "Ugh. Okay," you bit your lip, watching the screen intently. "Scarlett Johansson, breaking up a fight? What on earth?" "You want to re roll?" "I'll end up with something worse," you sighed, flipping your ponytail into your eyes. "Dude, like come one," you said in a low laughing voice. "I'm gonna kill both of you. This wont be pretty." "I say she passes," Tom announced. "It's my turn now?" He pushed the button. "If he gets Evans, I quit." "I'll go easy on you." "Gee thanks," you scoffed, one last time in ScarJo's voice. "And Robert, talking about teamwork, hmm. Oh," his face lit up, and he grabbed sun glasses of the table. "My name is Robert, Downy Jr. And I," he slipped the glasses on, "don't play well with others. So you better just go ahead and follow my lead." You doubled over laughing, "That's him. That's so Downy." You turned to Ellen for directions." "Well I'm not going," she gestured you towards the table. "Okay then. Yes, Chris Evans. Are these all just marvel actors? Showing up late. He's almost never late. Okay I need someone to talk to. Not you guys," you pushed them away. "I need a complete stranger to be able to do this." Without a second thought, you ran out into the audience, grabbing an attractive teenage boy and pulling him up onto stage. "Okay, you're me. When I walk behind you, say something stupid. Oh wait, I need a cup." Finally ready, you walked over to your volunteer, "Sorry I'm late." You pretended to take a sip from your cup. "It's just, Dodger made a mess on the carpet. So I had to clean that up. Then my coffee maker broke, so I had to go buy some," you took another "drink". "And then people were like, 'Hey you're Captain America!' And I'm just like, 'no I'm actually a guy who's late and just wanted his coffee.'" Right on queue, the boy asked, "Well, is the coffee at least any good?" You threw your head back and laughed, squeezing his left pec. And then you just lost it. Wiping the tears out of your eyes, you dismissed your now greatly embarrassed victim. "Here's the real problem with that," Ellen managed over the roars of the crowd, "that could actually happen." "Okay, now I get to actually try," Tom winked. "Cuz your obviously better than they say." It was one of the best experiences you had ever had. You all ended up laughing too hard to continue. Tom had done an incredible impersonation of Taylor Swift. You had obviously pulled off a perfect Seb (complete with sexy lip bite and hair fidgeting) and and impressive Harry Styles. "Well, that's it from us today. Thor Ragnarok and Hawkeye both coming soon." @spderboy @punkpeqqy @rogersxbarnesx @kalianoble