#who gave sebastian stan the right to be this hot

[buckys-wintersoldier]

Hot Argument | Bucky Barnes

Pairing -> Fiancé!Bucky Barnes x Fiancée!Female!Reader

Summary -> Bucky and you have an argument, you two let your frustrations out on each other and it gets really hot before you two apologise for the things the two of you said. At least for most of that because Bucky makes sure you know who you belong to.

Warnings -> (E) 18+ Minors DNI, smut, porn with almost no plot, teasing, dirty talk, choking, dom!Bucky, sub!Reader, mention of Mommy kink (just teasing), daddy kink, oral (fem!/male!receiving), deep throat, using the word slut, dumbification, fingering (fem!receiving), sex toy, squirting, finger sucking, possessive Bucky, unprotected p in v, translated russian

Wordcount -> 5.1k (Wordcount with the russian parts)

Prompt -> AFG Fluff Bingo | B4 | Dirty Talk | @anyfandomfluffbingo | Sebastian Stan Bingo | G3 | Squirting (Kink) | @sebastianstanbingo

Request -> Imagine Bucky and his fiancée (the reader) get into an argument and they take their frustrations out on each other and they finally apologize to each other for what they said🥵🩵

A/N -> Thank you for the request and I hope you like that. I want to thank @sergeantbarnessdoll for the feedback and the help, but as well for the jokes in the middle of the night when I accidentally wrote “Fucky” instead of “Bucky”. Divider made by @firefly-graphics.

Masterlist | AFG Fluff Bingo | Sebastian Stan Bingo | Bucky Barnes Masterlist

You chuckle sarcastically before your back crashes against the wall behind you. Bucky’s hand is wrapped around your throat, but you can’t stop laughing about it, even when the two are in the middle of an argument.

That’s something you learned when you were a teenager. Whenever you had a fight with your parents, you laughed sarcastically, hiding the feelings they gave you behind it, mostly the pain they caused. And whenever they shouted at you, you just laughed.

“And you think I think about the way they look at me? When they want to stare at my ass, they can do it,” you shout, and Bucky’s eyes darken. He hates when you make him jealous, and the argument is just because he doesn’t want the guys to look at and especially touch you.

“But I do. I don’t want them to touch what is mine." He groans darkly against your lips, and you feel his hot breath against your soft skin. A shiver runs along your spine, and you need a moment to find your voice again.

“They just look at me,” you say, frustrated, and then it’s on him to chuckle sarcastically. “They just look at you. You mean like that?” He asks, and his hand slides down between your legs and captures your cunt. Your breath hitches, and you try to hide a moan when you feel him touching you where you need him the most right now.

He laughs, knowing what you feel and think. Bucky takes his hand away from you and lets go of your throat, taking a step back. “Are you such a little slit for me? Huh? Already dripping, and I haven’t even touched you yet,” he says sternly, and you gasp.

Bucky is right; you two had a fight, but he turned you on so much that you can’t stop thinking about him fucking you while he is angry.

You still stand with your back against the wall, and you look at your fiancé. He turns around and wants to walk away, not giving you what you want the most right now. And suddenly, you feel the anger inside of you again. He doesn’t want others to touch or look at you, but then he doesn’t give you what you want.

“Such a baby,” you say, and he turns around, looking at you with furrowed eyebrows. “What did you just say?” He asks and walks slowly closer to you. “I said you’re such a baby. Complaining and crying but not being able to give me what you think they couldn’t give me,” you tell him, a mischievous smile appearing on your lips.

His eyes darken in a way you haven’t seen often. “Don’t mess with me, doll,” he hisses, and you need to look up to face him. His body is almost pressing against yours, and you can feel the heat of his body. “Or what?” You ask and place your hands on his stomach to shove him away, but he grabs your hands and presses them next to your body against the wall.

“I said don’t mess with me, but you did. So you have to take what I will give you as a punishment now,” he whispers into your ear. You feel the goosebumps all over your body, and you know you have him right there, where you want him to be.

“And now he wants to be a big boy,” you whisper, amused. “Enjoy yourself, doll?” He asks you, and you nod, trying to get out of his grip. It doesn’t work the way you want, but you know the best ways to tease your fiancé a bit more.

“I really enjoy myself. And do you know those guys in the bar enjoy the sight of me too? Imagine their harden-“ Bucky interrupts you with his leg pressing between yours. You moan about the sudden and harsh friction. “Shut the fuck up, or I will help you,” he hisses through clenched teeth.

The muscles in his jaw are clearly visible for you to see, and you feel the wetness between your legs growing. You know it will be hot, but this is way more than you expected, and you like it. You enjoy it, and maybe a bit too much when you think about the punishment he will give you later. But right now, you just enjoy him being angry and needy at the same time.

“I didn’t know little baby boys like you could help someone big like me. And you should watch your mouth, sweet boy,” you tease him, and that’s enough for Bucky. He uses his metal hand to shove three fingers into your mouth, pressing your tongue down and making you almost gag around his hand.

“Enough teasing, doll. Until I have something better to stuff your mouth, you have to suck my fingers like a good girl,” he says, wrapping his other arm around your waist to lift you up.

He carries you into the bedroom, but instead of letting you down on the bed, he places you in front of the bed. His metal fingers are still in your mouth, and you look up at him.

Bucky removes his hand from your waist and places it on top of your head. Shoving you on your knees, let his fingers slip out of your mouth. “Open the belt and be a good girl; you know what Daddy wants, don’t you?” He asks and looks down at you with a big smile on his lips.

You place your hands on his belt and open it, looking the whole time up at him. “Wanna give me your belt for a good punishment for you?” You ask, and Bucky rolls his eyes, opening his pants and pulling them down with his boxers.

His dick springs free and slaps against his covered stomach. The tip is leaking with pre-cum, but you still look at him with his belt in your hands. “You need to bend over the couch so you can get your puni-“ you try to tease, but your fiancé is faster than you and stuffs his cock into your mouth.

“Shut up and suck my dick,” he says, waiting a moment while you have his dick in your mouth and throat and your hands gripping his thighs. “You can be so quiet, doll. Does Daddy overwhelm you, baby girl? Be a good girl and suck on it; make Daddy feel good in your sweet mouth,” he says in a command tone, even when he asks if it’s not a question. He wants you to suck his dick, which is buried deep in your throat and mouth.

You slowly move your head as much as you can with his hand still in your hair. Bucky groans and presses himself deeper into your mouth, making you gag every time he moves his rock-hard dick. And when you swallow, he almost cums immediately down your throat.

Bucky enjoys the sight he has of you. Your eyes are filled with tears. Some of them are already streaming down your cheeks, but you still look up at him, your eyes meeting his while his dick moves in and out of your mouth. “So pretty, baby doll, you take me so well." He praises you and moves a bit faster.

“Such a little slut for my cock, aren’t you?” He asks and shoves his dick deeper into your throat, waiting a moment before he pulls out. Then he does it again. You let him use your mouth like a fuck toy, and he enjoys seeing you sitting in front of him and looking up at him while his rock-hard dick slides in and out of your warm mouth.

Your one hand lets go of his thigh, and you slide it between your legs and underneath the fabric of your clothes. But before you can touch your clit, your fiancé looks at you with furrowed eyebrows. “When did I allow you to touch you?” He asks, and you look up at him with your best puppy eyes, but he shakes his head, and you take your hand out of your panties.

It doesn’t take long when you feel him twitch. With a try of a grin on your lips, you swallow, and Bucky throws his head back, groaning loudly, and his grip on your hair tightens. “Fuck, that feels so good,” he says, and you swallow again. This time he shouts all of his cum down your throat, and you feel the warm liquid slowly flow down.

“Open your mouth,” he demands when he pulls his dick out of you. He breathes heavily and calms down from his orgasm, while you swallow the rest of his seeds. Then you open your mouth and show him that you took everything he gave you, and he smiles proudly. “Good girl,” he praises you, and you smile softly.

Bucky shows you how to stand up while he takes off his t-shirt. You stand up and look at him. “Take off your clothes,” he commands, and you do, slowly taking off your t-shirt and your pants, as well as your panties. Bucky walks to the shelf in your room and opens the little red box that is standing there.

When you hear the sound of the handcuffs, you look at him. For a moment, you think about being the submissive person, but when you think about the fight earlier and his reaction when you teased him, you want to do it again.

“Do you want me to play with you? After your sweet try to dominate me,” you tease and walk closer to him. You’re completely undressed, and you play with your hands around your nibbles, letting Bucky’s gaze slide down to them. “Such a baby boy for me; want to suck mommy’s nibbles like a good boy?” You ask and place one hand under his chin to pull him closer to you.

“Stop teasing me, doll. We both know you’re not in the position to do so. And after the things you said to me, I need to punish you,” he says, gripping your hand to push it away from his chin. “What do you mean? Who was the one who was jealous and said, the guys look at me and want to fuck me?” You ask and walk a step closer.

He towers over you, and his gaze shows you should be careful with the things you say, or he would just throw you on the bed and fuck you senseless. But that’s what you want; you want him to fuck you when he is angry, not soft and gentle.

“How many of them jerk themselves off because they think of me? Thinking about the way their dicks would slide through my wet folds and the way they would slide inside of me, fucking me so good,” you say, looking thoughtful, like you’re really thinking about that, even when you just need a way to tease your fiancé.

His hand finds its way around your throat, and he squeezes it softly. “Shut the fuck up and don’t mess with me. You’re mine, and no one will ever fuck you better than I do,” he says through gritting teeth, and you smile. His eyes are dark, and his jaw is clenching.

“Not? Wanna find out?” You ask, and he groans. With one movement, he grips something out of the red box and presses you towards the bed. His hand is still around your throat, and he chokes you softly. “We just find out how good you can beg for my cock and scream my fucking name when you cum,” he tells you, and you feel your cunt dripping.

Bucky always knows what he needs to say to make you dripping and begging. He pushes you with your back onto the bed; with his thighs, he spreads your legs and looks down at your wet folds. “Already so wet, huh? And just for me, for no one else, just mine,” he whispers, lets go of your throat, and runs his cold metal fingers through your wetness.

You moan softly when he slides his cold fingers up and down your folds, making you squirm. His legs are holding yours apart, and you whimper softly when he slides over your entrance, but he doesn’t give you what you want. He doesn’t push his fingers into you; he just teases you with them.

"Bucky, please,” you whimper and try to push your hips against his hand when his fingers touch your entrance. “Try again, baby doll,” he says with a mischievous grin. You groan frustrated when he takes his hand away, just to look at your slick between his fingers. Then he takes them into his mouth and sucks at them, looking straight into your eyes while he cleans his fingers.

You whine softly, trying to push against him, but with his legs between yours, you can’t move further. “Please,” you whimper, and he chuckles. "Oh, baby, I thought Mommy would show her baby boy how to make her feel good. But it looks like you’re just a little slut for Daddy’s cock, aren’t you sweet girl?” He asks, and you throw your head back.

One of your hands slides through your breasts, and you play with it while the other glides down your stomach. When you almost reach your folds, you look at your hand before you look back into his eyes. He stares down at your hand, following every inch as it moves closer to your clit and just an inch away from your wetness, he snaps your hand away.

With a harsh grip, he holds both of your hands in his and pushes them above your head. Bucky towers over you with a grin on his lips. He leans closer to your ear, kissing your neck softly and biting into the soft skin. You moan and squirm softly, trying to get some friction between your folds, but he doesn’t give you anything — not even thinking about it right now.

“Such a tease, and now you lay underneath me and beg for my dick. You want me to fuck you? Then beg for it,” he whispers into your ear before he presses himself up to stand between your legs again.

His one hand is still holding yours, so you can’t touch yourself or him. “Daddy, please,” you beg, a tear forming in the corner of your eye and slowly sliding down your cheek. You need him so much that it almost hurt, and he doesn’t look like he will help you before you’re begging for his dick or at least his fingers or tongue.

You look at him with tears in your eyes, arching back and your cunt dripping. You want to touch yourself, which would give you at least a bit of relief between your legs.

He slides his fingers along your inner thighs and chuckles when he sees the goosebumps all over them. Just a few inches away from your clit he slides his hand back to your knees, and then he does it again. You feel like you could cum just from that feeling, but you can't; you need him inside of you.

Bucky lets go of you and suddenly has the thing from the box in his hand. It’s the vibrator he gave you as a present a while ago. He slides the toy through your folds, and when he reaches your entrance, he pushes it softly inside of you. You moan loudly, relief rushing through your body.

You press yourself more against the toy, and Bucky chuckles before he turns it in. The slight vibration makes you immediately clench around the toy. After all the teasing of your fiancé, it just needs a moment for you to feel the knot in your stomach. “Oh fuck, I’m so close,” you whine and arch your back, tugging your nails into Bucky’s hands and ready to cum all over the toy.

Just a second before you cum he removes the toy. A big smile appears on his lips when you look at him, and wet tears and even more tears are already forming in your eyes. “Daddy, please. I was so close,” you whine, but he shakes his head. “You teased me, and now take your punishment like a good girl,” he says, waiting until the knot in your stomach fades away before he pushes the toy back inside of you.

Your walls welcome the vibrating toy immediately, and you are just a moaning mess underneath Bucky. He likes to see you squeezing the toy, moaning, and whimpering while your orgasm slowly builds up in your stomach. “Oh fuck, Bucky, please,” you almost scream when you feel the knot in your stomach. But he pulls the vibrator out of you when you almost reach your orgasm again, and his smirk grows even wider.

“So desperate,” he mumbles when you try to push yourself against him, or at least the toy. “You want to cum over the toy when you can have my dick?” He asks you and looks at your dripping cunt, his metal finger slowly sliding through your folds, and he groans when he sees your slick dripping down his fingers.

You shake your head, arching your back, and beg quietly to make him push his fingers inside of you and give you your release. He chuckles softly about your action, but he still doesn’t give you what you want.

“Bucky, I don’t have sex with you for a week when you don’t fuck me now,” you groan and throw your head back. “And you think you can say no when I do that?” He asks and slides his finger through your folds again. “Or that,” he whispers, kissing your inner thighs. “You think you can say no for a week when you can have all this every day?” Bucky asks, and you whine.

He can be such a teasing idiot; he knows the right words and the right movements; he just knows your body and has full control over you. “You’re so desperate for my cock, doll,” he tells you, like it’s not obvious, but it’s definitely obvious that you’re more than just desperate for his dick.

Bucky takes his hand away and stops kissing your inner thighs. “I will make you feel good, baby girl. Just let me taste you first,” he whispers, and he lays his head on your stomach to look up at you. You roll your eyes and not, at least something instead of just pushing a toy into you to pull it out when you’re just about to cum.

You squirm softly, and he kisses your lower body until he reaches your cunt. His hands find their way to your legs, spreading them wider to give him some space for his head between your legs.

You can feel his soft lips on your cunt and you moan immediately when he just brushes his lips over them. “Fuck, Bucky, please,” you whimper, and he lets go, looking up at you with furrowed eyebrows. “What did you just call me?” He asks darkly, and you whimper, his grip around your legs tightening.

“‘m sorry, Daddy,” you mumble, and try to push yourself more towards him so you can finally feel his lips and tongue between your legs again. “Good girl,” he says, leaning down again to press his lips onto your core.

He uses his tongue to take all the wetness, and he groans against your skin. “You taste so fucking good, I could eat you out the whole day,” he says, sucking your clit softly into his mouth, making you moan loudly.

You would say he can eat you out as long and as often as he wants to, but right now you wouldn’t get his dick inside of you. So you stay quiet, at least with talking, because with his action at your clit, he makes you moan and whimper loudly, his favorite sounds.

When he works his way with his tongue lower, he reaches your entrance, licking around it before he presses his tongue against it. Your walls welcome him immediately, squeezing him softly when he moves his tongue inside of you slowly.

“Daddy, please,” you whimper, not sure what you’re begging for. You can’t think straight anymore, and with him knowing that it’s not better. He slides his fingers to your entrance, the cold metal meeting your skin, and it almost feels like it’s burning.

Bucky removes his tongue with his fingers, pushes them until his knuckles are inside of you, and curls them softly. “Can’t my doll think anymore, huh? Begging for something she doesn’t even know, or do you know what you’re begging for?” He asks you with a stern voice, and you shake your head.

“Use. Your. Words.” He points out every word and presses his fingers against your sweet spot, with every word leaving his lips. “I- uhm- fu- daddy,” you stutter, not knowing what to say or what to think except about his fingers, tongue, or dick.

Bucky chuckles and slips his fingers out of you, kissing your entrance again and sliding his tongue inside of you once more. “Fuck, daddy, fuck, fuck,” you whine, and he laughs softly. You feel the vibration in your pussy.

Yes, he will fuck you, and hearing you say that makes his rock-hard dick even harder. It’s almost not possible, but he feels the blood running through his veins, and his dick almost hurts, but he wants to taste you a bit longer before he ruins your tight hole with his huge length.

“Don’t worry, baby doll. Daddy will ruin your little hole; I stuff you so full,” he groans against your wetness and fucks you with his tongue. You can feel your orgasm in your stomach growing, just as Bucky can feel it. He uses his finger to press and push them inside of you, working you open with his fingers and his tongue.

“Too much,” you shout when you feel the pleasure growing, but at the same time, it feels different, and Bucky looks at you while he brings you closer to the edge. He hits the right spot every time he slides his fingers into you, and it doesn’t take long for you to cum. You squirt all over his face and fingers while you scream his name.

Bucky looked at you the whole time, looking at the way you open your mouth, the way you shut your eyes, and the way you press your fingers into the sheets. He fucks you through your orgasm, taking everything you give him, and even when you whimper because of the overstimulation, he sucks your clit into his mouth again before he lets go of you.

“You did so well for me, doll. Look squirting all over my face, and fuck, you should have seen your face when you squirted,” he says with a smile on his lips, licking his tongue over them and looking at his fingers, which he had inside of you.

You can see your slick between his fingers, the wetness glittering while he turns his hand around to see every inch of his wet fingers. “You will suck them clean, but first let me burry my cock inside of your tight little hole,” he mumbles and slides his dick through your wet folds.

The tip of his red is leaking with pre-cum, and he strokes himself softly while he lines himself up with your entrance. He slowly pushes his tip inside of you. You whine, still sore from the teasing and the orgasm before. “Shh, you take me so well, doll,” he praises you and slowly pushes himself further into you.

Bucky leans closer to capture your lips with his, kissing you passionately. You can feel the veins on his cock and every inch of him inside of you, and you whimper softly about the stretch. “Just a bit more,” he says between kisses, and you nod, placing your hands in his hair and playing with them.

You look into his steel blue eyes; he smirks and pushes the rest of his dick in one movement inside of you; you tug his hair harshly and moan loudly; you open your mouth a bit; and you arch your back. He doesn’t move; he just looks down at you and kisses your lips softly.

“Now open your mouth and make them clean,” he whispers, pressing his fingers against your lips. You obey and open your mouth, letting him push his fingers into your mouth, and you use your tongue to clean them. Tasting yourself on his fingers.

Bucky slowly starts to pull out of you, making you hiss. “So much,” you whimper, but press yourself against him to get his length into you again. “Such a cock slut for Daddy, huh?” He asks and chuckles when he pushes back inside of you. You whimper with a soft nod.

His fingers are still in your mouth while he slowly moves inside of you, hitting all the right sports. You clench around him; after all the teasing and your first orgasm, it’s a lot to have you stretched out that much, but you’re a good girl for him.

“Ты такая чертовски тугая. Мне нравится твоя маленькая киска, которая так хорошо сжимает меня.” (You're so fucking tight. I love your little pussy that squeezes me so well.) Bucky starts to talk in Russian and makes you squeeze his dick harder.

You love when he talks in Russian; his accent is hot, and the way he looks at you while you don’t know what he says makes your mind dizzy. Especially when he speaks in Russian during sex, it brings you almost every time to edge.

“Ты кажешься мне такой невинной, но ты такая шлюха для моего члена. Ты моя, только моя. И никому не позволено смотреть на тебя или прикасаться к тебе так, как это делаю я.” (You seem so innocent to me, but you're such a slut for my cock. You are mine, mine alone. And no one is allowed to look at you or touch you the way I do.) Bucky hisses, and you’re pretty sure it was something that you mentioned in your argument earlier.

But with the way he thrusts into you and his hot breath against your neck when he leans closer, you can’t think straight. So you wouldn’t really recognize him even when he talked in English. But his accent, his dark eyes, and his rough voice make it all better for you to feel the orgasm growing in your stomach.

You close your eyes for a moment, but when he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, you can finally moan loudly without him pressing your tongue down, making you almost gag. But his hand finds its way around your throat, and he squeezes it tightly, making sure it doesn’t hurt you.

“Look at me when you cum all over my dick. I want to hear you scream my name when you squeeze my dick, and we make sure everyone hears you so they all know they can’t touch you. And you know there is no one who could make you cum better than I do,” he says, and his thrusts become faster and harder.

“Who do you belong to, baby doll?” He asks and grins when you try to answer, but you get interrupted by your moans. “Tell me, who?” He commands and stops his movements, making you whine. “You, Bucky. Just you, and I’m sorry for the thing I said. I don’t want someone else to fuck me, but please let me cum,” you say quietly, looking at him with a begging gaze.

Your fiancé slowly pulls out of you just to push even harder than before inside of you. “Right, mine,” he says, and he slides his hand from your throat over your upper and lower body until he reaches your pussy.

He slowly moves his fingers in circles and presses his fingers more against your clit. Playing with it between his fingers and looks while you squirm underneath him.

“All mine,” he says, and he slides his fingers through your folds. “Cum, now,” he commands. Before you ask him for permission, he already feels you squeezing his dick more. Bucky plays with your clit to bring you over the edge.

You feel the knot in your stomach grow a bit more before the orgasm rushes through your body. Your toes curl, you arch your back, looking into his eyes - like he wants you to do - and you squeeze his dick so that he shoots his seeds with a loud groan deep into your tight pussy.

He doesn’t stop thrusting hard and deep inside of you; he fucks the two of you through your orgasm, and you mumble something while your mind is dizzy and full of him, his dick, and his talented skills in bed. (Or on the kitchen counter, in the shower, on the desk in Steve’s apartment, or in the bathroom of a club.)

“Fuck, FUCKY!" you shout, and Bucky immediately stops his movements, looking down at you with a huge grin on his lips. “Fucky? Did you just call me Fucky?” He asks and bursts out laughing. You blush and try to hide your face, but he is faster. He pins your hands down next to your head and leans closer.

“Did I fuck you so good that you can’t think straight anymore and don’t even know the difference between ‘fuck’ and my name?” Bucky chuckles, and you nod softly. He presses his lips on yours and thrusts a few more times slowly inside of you before he pulls out of you. You whimper and feel your mixed juices slowly flowing out of your clenching cunt.

Bucky lays next to you and wraps his arm around you before he pulls you against him. Kissing your neck and face softly while he uses his fingers to draw small circles on your skin. “You did so well for me, doll. I’m sorry for the things I said during the argument, but the sex was wonderful, and you’re mine,” he whispers into your ear, and you chuckle softly.

“I love you too. And I know, I just wanted to make you angry,” you tell him, and he nods. “I know, but it’s oke, angry sex is a lot of teasing, and I like to have you beg underneath me.”

Bucky and you lay there for a while longer before he stands up and walks to the bathroom. When you hear the water flowing into the bathtub, you smile and wait for him to pick you up. Bucky walks towards you and picks you up in bride-style to carry you to the bathroom and take a warm bubble bath with you.

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You and Us - CHAPTER 3

Pairing : Sebastian Stan x Reader x Bucky

Warning : 18+, MINOR DNI, angst, nightmares, fluff

A/N : Chapter 3, finally ! Sorry for the delay. Tell me what you think about it ! Also this is not beta read so I apologize for any mistakes !

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A scream echoed throughout the floor, waking you up. Your sleep was lighter with the stress building up. Every day without news of Bucky only increased your anxiety.

What if something had happened to him?

But you didn't have time to think about that. You picked up the gun you had hidden under your pillow, and silently left your room.

All was quiet until another howl sounded, coming from the room at the end of the corridor. You lowered the weapon. There was no danger. You knew what was happening: Sebastian was having a nightmare. Bucky still went through the same thing from time to time. But for the actor, the torture was still recent, even if Hydra had been merciful compared to what they'd put the super soldier through.

You gently opened the door and sat down on the edge of the bed. The man seemed to be suffering in his dreams. His eyebrows were furrowed and sweat was beading on his forehead. He must have moved a lot trying to fight off the demons tormenting him, for the comforter was thrown back - revealing his muscular but bruised body - and one of the pillows was on the floor.

You did as you would have done with Bucky, and gently placed your hand on his forehead as you repeated his name, loud enough for him to hear but soft enough not to rush him.

Gradually, the man stopped fidgeting and opened his eyes.

The hooded man who was beating him up, turning the grey ground into a pool of blood, gave way to a young woman who was stroking his hair. It took him a few seconds to realise that he was safe.

He had been in Avengers Tower for a week. The doctors had put him in a coma for a few days while they treated his wounds and made sure he would be all right. But the fear was still there.

"I'm so sorry," he said. He didn't move. He didn't want to. It was so soothing to have such gentle physical contact, and she was so beautiful. So much so that he felt like he was looking at an angel.

"Don't worry. You had a nightmare, it's normal after what you've been through."

He tried not to think about it, closing his eyes and concentrating on his breathing. She withdrew her hand, leaving him with a cold sensation where it had been. Then he noticed that he was really cold: he was drenched in sweat.

"I think I need a shower. Could we... um... watch a film? Or chat? I don't think I can go back to sleep... and I don't really feel like being alone right now."

"Of course," she replied with a smile. "I'm going to have a hard time getting back to sleep too. Take your time. I'll change your sheets in the meantime."

Under normal circumstances, Sebastian would have protested, or at least asked her to wait for him so he could help, but right now he needed help and support after being abused for several days.

Thanking her, he headed for the bathroom, thinking about her hand on his skin.

You were both sitting on one of the sofas, drinking the hot chocolate you had prepared. You had put on a film, but weren't watching it. It was just background noise while you talked.

You told him how much you liked him, complimenting his acting skills and insisting that he deserved to be better known. This made Sebastian blush, but also laugh. It made him feel better.

"While you were being treated this week, I asked for a team to be sent to protect your mother. It wasn't you those guys were after, but I'd rather be careful."

"Thank you," he said, letting out a sigh of relief. He hadn't dared express out loud how terrified he was that something might happen to his mother. It would have made the situation far too real, the danger closer.

"Should I send other agents elsewhere? Friends? Family? Boyfriend or girlfriend?"

"No," he laughed lightly, "I don't really have time for a relationship." But you could see a certain sadness in his eyes. It wasn't that he was too busy with his career, it was that he hadn't found the right person for him.

He changed the subject: "And you, is there someone in your life?"

"Yes, he's called James but everyone calls him Bucky. Hydra confused you with him. And now... there's no news and I can't stop imagining the worst..." A tear escaped your left eye and Sebastian couldn't help but wiping it away with his thumb.

He wished you had told him you were single. He'd only known you for a day, and he was already feeling a strong attraction.

His hand was still on your cheek. As for you, you weren't moving. This contact was unexpected, and Sebastian looked so much like Bucky. If it had been him, all you would have had to do was step forward and place a kiss on his lips. 

You stepped back while he withdrew his hand. If you heart was already taken, he wouldn't steal it.

She drank a little of her chocolate then cleared her throat, trying to ignore the unease that had set in.

"I'd better get back to sleep," she began. "I want to be fit enough to find Bucky." She avoided Sebastian's gaze, her eyes as blue as James's, still embarrassed by what had just happened.

"Of course, I'll do the same. I don't think the nightmares will come back tonight. Thanks for keeping me company."

"My pleasure. Good night Sebastian," and the small smile she finally offered him made him melt.

"Good night, Y/N."

She disappeared into the corridor, leaving him alone with his thoughts. He told himself that if she'd been single, he wouldn't have withdrawn his hand. He would have slipped it down her neck to draw her to him and kiss her.

He returned to his bed, imagining the softness of her lips against his. When he managed to get back to sleep, he dreamt of her. And in his dreams, she was in his arms.

The next day

The sun was already high in the sky when Sebastian woke up. No nightmares had returned to disturb his sleep. He got ready before heading into the kitchen for breakfast. He had hoped to find you there, but it was a tall, blond man who was waiting for him and he wore a stern expression.

The famous Captain America did indeed look angry. Any trace of the sympathy that everyone knew was gone from his face. The actor would have wondered if something had just happened, if the cold stare wasn't directed straight at him. It took away his appetite.

"I saw you last night." So began the conversation. No hello. Steve was angry with him, but why? He couldn't think of anything he could have done to upset the hero. The blonde man must have seen his confusion: "Since you've decided to play dumb, I'll make things clear: she is with Bucky. He deserves the happiness he's found with her, and I won't let you ruin what they have."

So it was because of that. Yet all you've done was talk. Unless Steve was talking about the little rapprochement? Sebastian wanted to justify himself, but barely had time to say a word when Steve shoved him violently. 

"Stay away from her." He was about to start again, when a voice rang out.

"Steve!" you had just stepped out of the lift. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"I saw him trying to kiss you last night!" He was clearly upset.

"What? No, not at all. We were just talking, nothing happened. Now leave him alone." Steve glared at Sebastian, saying nothing. "Listen," you continued, "I just had a meeting with Fury. He said that what we found about Hydra when we rescued Sebastian was very helpful. He'll be able to send a team after them."

"Good," was all he said before taking the lift to his apartment.

You sighed and turned to Sebastian. "I'm sorry about what he did and said. I think he is just worried something might have happened to Bucky and Sam."

He seemed a little shaken and returned to his room without a word. You wanted to follow him and comfort him, but were interrupted by your phone ringing. It was Bucky.

TO BE CONTINUED

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You Might Fall In Love

A Short Story

~I didn't even want to go to the party, but my agent insisted. What I didn't know was that I was walking into fate and walking away with way more than industry connections...~

Sebastian Stan x Me (You? It's first person but still Y/N)

2708 Words

Warnings: NSFW. Purely self indulgent smut. It's hot and amazing and you're welcome.

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The party’s in full swing but we’ve somehow managed to escape the prying eyes and loud, fake conversations. Name dropping can be so fucking boring after a while and it feels like it sucks the air out of the room.

Maybe it was the champagne that was making me so impulsive.

Maybe it was just him.

Maybe it was the way he’d stared at me from across the room, unblinking, immovable no matter where I turned. Every step brought me back to him, every forced conversation led back to his stare. He was everywhere, yet he never moved. He was driving me insane but he’d never said a word.

Finally, I’d had enough of him leering and I headed towards the bar to confront him. Pushing through the crowd of tuxes and evening gowns wasn’t easy and I nearly tripped over myself to get to him.

He was gone.

I turned, searching for those captivating blue eyes, the heavily stubbled, chisseled jaw, but he was gone. Disappeared like some drunken apparition.

With a sigh, I gave up, turned to leave and throw myself back to the wolves, but a hand caught my upper arm, tugging me back.

I gasped and spun, turning right into him.

“Hey.” His smile was lazy and gorgeous, his touch intoxicating. “Come here often?”

I swallowed hard. “I try not to.” Fuck, he smells so good, what is that? Oranges? No… “These kinda parties aren’t my thing.”

He presses the tip of his tongue between his front teeth and looks back at the crowd, nodding. “Not really my scene either.”

There’s just a hint of New York City in his voice and it reminds me of home. LA hasn’t been kind and I’ve been dreaming of colder weather.

“Shame,” I say, trying not to flirt too hard. “You look like you fit right in.”

He turns back and grins.

I shiver. “That’s a hell of a suit.”

It’s open at the collar, tie long ago discard or not even thought of to begin with. The dip at the base of his throat draws my gaze and my mouth waters. Fuck.

He sees me staring and leans to his left, crooking an elbow on the bar. Too casual, too sexy. God, he’s perfect.

“What can I say?” he teases, with a shrug. “I like a good suit.” Blue eyes travel my body slowly and he tongues his cheek. “That’s one hell of a dress.”

My cheeks burn. I bite my lip and taste the color I have slathered on. “Eh, it’s too tight.” Instinctively, I cover my belly, crossing my hands over it, hating the plumpness.

He cocks his head and licks his lips, staring again. “It’s perfect.”

He grins and I see teeth. He hums, almost growling like a wolf and my mind reels. Goddamn it…

I don’t know if I’m shaking outwardly, but my insides are twisting and turning and fuck, I feel faint.

He stands back up, straightening to full height and even in my heels I have to look up just a tiny bit. Fuck, he’s so beautiful I could die right now and wouldn’t even care.

Suddenly, and almost amusingly, he extends his right hand between us and smiles.

“I’m Sebastian by the way.”

A laugh bubbles up and out as I take his hand. “Yeah, I know who you are.”

His fingers wrap around my hand and the squeeze is almost too much. His skin is hot and my eyes go blurry for a second.

He dips his chin, looking into my eyes. “And?”

Fuck, can he tell my pussy is damned near drowning?

I stammer, still locked in his handshake. “And… I’m a- big fan. Um… Bucky’s v-very um… You make good movies. Very talented. You.” I look up and he’s near to laughing. Shit.

He leans in and my heart nearly stops. He tips his lips to my ear and whispers, dark and gravely. “I meant… what’s your name?”

I’m pretty sure death just tapped on my shoulder but I manage to answer. “Y/N.”

“Y/N…” He inhales deeply and then pulls back, finally releasing my hand. His eyes are still on me, still dissecting every bit of my face, every twitch, every flare of heat.

I can hardly stand. I know I’m blinking too much, I can feel my jaw drop but I can’t close it. He’s got me caught in some kind of net that I can’t break through.

“Beautiful.”

I don’t know if he means me or my name and I can’t give a flying fuck. My chest hurts suddenly and he scans my form again, eyes settling on the hint of clevage my navy dress allows.

“You wanna get out of here?” he asks.

I can’t breathe. This is death, I’m sure of it. “Um… what?”

He leans in. “It’s really loud in here and I’m getting kinda over everyone staring at us.”

I gasp and look back at the room. “People are staring at us?”

He grins. “Absolutely. Can’t you feel their eyes? Hear their whispers? They’re all talking about us, wondering what we’re talking about, why I’m over here with you when I should be kissing up to the line of producers in the corner.”

I take a breath. “And… why are you over here with me?”

He runs the back of his hand slowly up my bare arm and my skin blisters in his wake.

“I’m drawn to beautiful things…”

For a moment, it’s like I’ve blacked out. I don’t know where we’re going, what’s happening, but suddenly fresh air slaps me in the face and I can focus for a moment.

Outside. Up high. A balcony.

Sebastian tugs me into the shadows, far from the wide open windows that offer the party a glimpse of the skyline.

“This is better,” he says, turning to look at me.

My hand is still clutched in his and I can’t remember exactly when he grabbed me, but I don’t want him to let go.

“It’s- nice out here,” I whisper, still catching my breath.

Los Angeles glows around us, lighting a night sky that will never actually be dark. I miss home. At least New York doesn’t glow light a nuclear blast. More of a neon sign. Classier. Less deadly.

“It’s stunning,” he says, eyes glue to me. He hasn’t even peeked at the city.

My mind is screaming. “You’re very…”

He squints, waiting. “Yes?”

“I don’t even know what you are,” I laugh.

He takes a step and I back up. I’m not scared but I can’t let him get closer. I won’t survive.

“Pick something,” he says. “Anything. Just one word. What am I?”

My back hits the wall and he’s there to make sure I feel every brick.

I suck in a breath. “You’re… dangerous.”

“You think?” He licks his lips, stares me down, waiting for me to ask.

“Yeah.” My breath feels stuck, my body tense and aching for him.

He drags a single finger down my cheek, teasing at my jaw. “How so?”

He’s coy, slick. He knows. He knows what he’s doing to me. He can probably feel my temperature rise beneath his fingertips, feel my pulse quicken as he brushes his thumb over my throat.

“You’re doing things to me and I don’t know if I should let you but it’s… so fucking hard to say no.”

“Do you want to say no?” Blue eyes dig deeper, as if he’s trying to mesmerize me. And fuck, it’s working.

“I…”

“I don’t want to make you do anything you don’t… absolutely want to do…”

My stomach flips. “I know.”

“And I won’t do anything to you that you don’t ask me to do.”

His voice swirls around in my brain and I’m a thousand percent sure he’s made up of some kind of magic because it’s getting so fucking hard to think.

“I…” Fuck, my legs are actually shaking. “I want you to kiss me.”

He grins, swipes his tongue across his lips and then leans in.

“Here?” His lips land on my cheek and it’s almost like heaven has scooped down to lift me up, dead.

“Yes…”

He travels over an inch, lips landing at the corner of my mouth. “Here?”

“Yes.”

Again he moves. The tip of his nose brushes against mine, his hand moves up to cup my cheek, holding me gently. His hand burns like fire sent by the devil to melt my brain and sent me down the most wicked of paths.

“Here?”

He kisses me dead on and my eyes roll back, my chest rising to press into his.

“Yes.” I can feel myself moving, grabbing at his lapels, pulling him closer, but he’s already there. There’s no where else to go but deep inside and he does, prodding his tongue between my lips and fuck it’s like he’s fucking me everywhere. I can feel every bit of him against me and I hate humanity for inventing clothing, for forcing us to cover up when I could be feeling his skin against mine right now. “Please…”

He sets his left hand against the wall, holding himself back an inch as he gazes into my half lidded eyes. It’s so hard to open them, so hard to focus on anything but the thrumming of my clit and the racing arousal that’s pushing into every fucking bit of me.

He draws his bottom lip in and holds it there, pressing down, denting the flesh and pulling the last taste of me into himself. “You’re begging already… but for what?”

God, I hate him so much.

“All you have to do is ask and I’ll do it.”

God, I love him so much.

I can barely think. His right hand slides slowly down from my cheek, fingers dancing across my bare neckline. He sinks a fingertip below the line of my dress and slides it from one shoulder to the other, feeling me shiver. He smiles.

“You don’t have to be shy, Y/N…”

My name on his lips is like a drug that I’ll need for the rest of my life.

“Fuck me,” I say, shocking myself, but then it’s out there, hanging between us with no way back. “Want- I- I need you to fuck me.”

His upper lip twitches and his eyes darken. He hesitates for a split second, letting me retreat if I need to, offering me a slim slice of escape.

“Please.”

I’m damn near panting, my tits crushed against his firm chest. “Please…” Tears are in my eyes and I grit my teeth, desperate and wasted and so fucking aroused that it hurts. “Fuck. Me.”

He licks into my mouth, distracting me with a rough kiss while he claws at my dress. I can feel him gathering the skirt up, bunching it between us so he can draw a hand across my thigh. Everything tightens inside of me.

He slides his hand between my thighs and moans into my mouth. Fuck, can he feel how wet he’s made me already? How hot I am? It’s burning me, it must be obvious.

I spread my legs and wrap a hand around the back of his head, holding him to me. I bite at his lip as he presses his palm flat against my sex.

Fuck.

“Please…”

He peels back the lace covering my cunt and grins against my lips. “I do love hearing you beg…”

I want to say something clever, to snap back with something alluring but my jaw clamps shut as he strokes at my slit. I can’t open my lips or I’ll scream, I know it.

Slowly, almost painfully, he dips a finger into me and my eyes roll shut. I claw at the nape of his neck, pant against his lips as he plunges it knuckle deep. Once, twice, and then pulls it free. He stands back a bit and brings the finger to his lips, licking it clean with a deadly hum.

“Soaked.” His eyes flash darker and I want to drop to my knees. “And delicious.”

I’m yours, forever and ever and ever and-

He attacks, slamming me into the bricks, moving his firm body against me in a rolling wave that makes no sense in my quickly emptying head.

Somehow he gets my leg up around his left hip and he’s jerking his hand into me, spreading me open, making the skyline blur.

“Fuck! Please!” I know it’s too loud but he grins, loving it. I can feel the spread of his lips against mine and he twists his fingers deep. “Oh god!”

“Shhh…” He licks at my open mouth, tongue lapping at mine. “Don’t want everyone to hear you…”

I moan, dying a little bit as he swipes over that blessed spot inside me again and again.

“Or maybe you do.” He lifts his head and stares down, lashes thick and covering his gaze. “You want them to hear us? Want everyone in there to know I’ve got you out here, dripping and begging me to fuck you?”

I’m so dizzy and everything feels so fucking good I just nod. My head rolls back and I know my hair will be fucked by the time we’re done but I don’t give a shit. I want… I need him. I need more.

“Please. Please. Please…”

He hushes me again as he feels my body tighten around his wrist. “You’re gonna cum.”

It’s not a question, it’s almost a command and my blood is racing in my ears and everything snaps inside.

“Fuck!”

He clamps his free hand down over my mouth, pressing down hard to keep me quiet. My eyes go wide, my breath halts as I cum. Fuck, it’s not enough. I need more…

I’m trembling, faint and pulsing. His hand leaves my mouth and he shifts against me. His slacks fall, his fingers dip into me and spread me apart. He bites his lip as he sinks inside and it feels like I have been missing this my entire life.

“Jesus Christ- Fuck.”

He kisses me silent as he bottoms out and my muscles close in around him. He lets out a moan that vibrates through me and my nails scrape at his scalp.

“Do it,” I beg. “Do it.”

His jaw trembles, teeth grit. He eyes me, dark and dangerous. “Fuck, you’re so tight. I can’t-”

I claw a line down the nape of his neck. “Fuck. Me.” I bite at his lips, wanting blood. “Hard.”

He snaps his hips and I lose any control I had left. It takes all I have to hold on, to bite my tongue and keep from screaming his name into the hot night.

Every thrust pushes me up the bricks. I can feel the each scrape and the pain just adds to the pleasure. I fist his collar, tighten the stiff white between my fingers, lick at his lips.

He breaths heavy, grunting as he fits his hands under my ass and sifts. He bucks his hips and his eyes go pure white as he cums. I feel it like a gush of fire and my cunt throbs, pulling in every single drop until he’s weak and smiling like a fool.

He lets me down and I feel a hot drip slither down my thigh.

“That was- fucking- wow…” So eloquent. So drunk on him. I can’t stand it.

He licks into me again, slowly this time. His hands cover my face and he holds me there even after he’s pulled away. He smiles and my knees buckle.

Thank God for the wall.

“I don’t know about you,” he says, a hint of a drunken laugh on his tongue. “But we’re gonna do that again. And again. And again.”

Finally, he backs up to fix himself and I can take a full breath.

“Careful,” I warn.

He looks back, brow furrowed in question.

I grin and bite my lip. “You might fall in love with me.”

He laughs and runs a hand through his hair, setting everything back into place. He spins back to me and closes the distance between with two steps. “Ya know something?” He lifts my chin with his thumb. “I wouldn’t mind that one fucking bit.”

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Unintentional Distraction

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader 

Rating: 18+ Only!! Minors DNI!!

Tags: NSFW TITLE CARD!!!!, SMUT, filthy shameless smut (Lord help me if Sebastian ever sees this lmao.), fluff, Sebastian’s hands (is that a warning?), some talk about Civil War but I don't think there are any spoilers, fingering, squirting, multiple orgasms, oral (male receiving), unprotected sex, slight degradation, slight dom/sub, name-calling, hair pulling, biting, choking, overstimulation, explicit language, crying, teasing, and I think that's it. 

Word Count: 3,805

Beta: T. Thompson 

Title Card: Yours Truly 

A/N: This was based on yet another TikTok and the encouragement of my amazing friend @madashatters18

It was way too early for your phone to be ringing, so you couldn't be blamed for the slight irritation in your voice. It was your day off and all you wanted to do was sleep past eight in the morning. 

"Hello?" 

So much for that.

"Y/N/N? I'm sorry to wake you up, love. I need to ask you a huge favor though."

You squinted at your alarm clock, propping yourself up on your right arm. "Sara? 'S like six-thirty. What's wrong?"

She sighed and took a moment before responding. "You know that Marvel panel I was supposed to attend today?"

You groaned and sat up against your headboard, "you need me to go and film it for you, don't you?" 

Sara gave a sound of affirmation as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. "You owe me. Where is it and what time do I need to be there?"

She squealed and you were suddenly thankful you had her on speakerphone. "Thank you thank you thank you! The panel starts at noon and it's at the Hyatt Regency hotel. The one right outside of downtown." 

You hung up with her and set an alarm for nine before sliding back underneath your covers. If you were going to endure a thirty-minute long panel with a room full of people then you needed more sleep. 

Two and a half hours later you reluctantly crawled out of bed and shuffled to your bathroom. A hot shower and six outfit choices later, you finally decided to wear your black cocktail dress and a pair of red stilettos. You straightened your hair and applied some makeup before grabbing your red clutch. Checking to make sure you had your driver's license, debit card, chapstick, and cellphone, you locked up and took the elevator down to your car. 

Traffic was light and before you knew it you'd parked in the hotel's parking garage. The gentleman at the front desk gave you your credentials and a seat number, which happened to be in the middle of the front row. 

Great, I'm gonna be right in their line of sight. 

Taking your seat, you crossed one leg over the other and prepared your phone so it was ready to record. It was about ten minutes until noon and the conference room was buzzing with activity. There were four chairs spaced evenly, and a man with dark hair and glasses sat on stage right with a microphone in his hand. He smiled at the crowd and gestured to the empty chairs.

"Please welcome the directors of Captain America: Civil War, Anthony Russo, Joe Russo, and Bucky Barnes himself, Sebastian Stan!" 

Everyone in the room, including you, applauded as three other men took to the stage. The first man also had dark hair and glasses. He was wearing dark blue jeans and a beige shirt with a black vest. Next to him was another man, but this one was a bit shorter than the other one. He had salt and pepper hair and wore all black. Finally, Sebastian, who apparently played the character, Bucky Barnes, took the seat next to the host. He was tall, probably around six feet, with longish brown hair and cerulean eyes. He was also sporting all black, but his jacket was leather. 

You couldn't take your eyes off of him. He was gorgeous, and you silently thanked Sara for asking you to take over filming this panel. Oh, shit! That's right! Your eyes widened as you fumbled with your phone, accidentally dropping it in the process. It slid across the wood floor coming to a stop right in front of the stage.

Sebastian smiled softly, bent down to grab it, and held it out to you. If you could sink into the floor, you would.

"Th-Thank you."

He winked and your breath hitched. "No problem, darlin'." 

Things went smooth for a little while, mostly standard questions about the film itself: how the idea of Civil War came to be, the way they reversed the roles of Captain Rogers and Tony Stark, and the process of incorporating Bucky to be the center focal of the film. You noticed Sebastian’s sense of humor right away. His little jokes about Bucky's metal arm and how waiting on the Russo's is kind of like waiting for Christmas making you giggle. 

You'd never seen a Marvel movie, but you had to admit Bucky's backstory seemed quite interesting. Characters with a good dynamic and a damaged past always seemed to draw you in.

About seven minutes in, you found yourself continuously watching Sebastian’s hands. He fidgeted a lot, sure, but the fact that they were so large, and the thought of them touching you, made you squeeze your thighs together with want. God, this man was sexy without even trying. 

He'd occasionally make eye contact with you, offering you a little smile each time, and it made you think that he was aware of the effect he had on you. It wasn't until about eighteen minutes in that your previous thought became a reality. 

A woman was called on to ask a question and she directed it towards the Russo brothers. It had something to do with location, but you couldn't really be sure because it was apparent that Sebastian was teasing you.

He had to be. His ankle was draped over his left knee while his right hand rested in the crease where his leg was bent. He had his middle, ring, and pinky fingers stretched out, the tips of them tapping a staccato rhythm. The moment his index finger curled inward and moved in a come-hither motion you nearly moaned out loud. You were so focused on his movements that you didn't realize he was staring straight at you, watching you worry your bottom lip with your teeth. 

When you finally moved your eyes back to his, he was smirking deviously.

Fuck! There was no way he wasn't reading you like a book right now.

The last half of the panel continued normally for the most part. It was hard to focus on the questions, but you did recall someone asking Sebastian what he'd say to Bucky if he had a chance to talk to him before he became the Winter Soldier.

He chuckled and said, "don't worry. It's gonna be alright." Then someone else asked one of those hard-to-answer questions. It was something along the lines of what they wanted for Bucky's future. Sebastian shook his head and the whole room gasped when one of the brothers said that he didn't have one. 

The last few questions weren't directed at Sebastian, so, of course, he kept stealing glances at you. He was clearly flirting now, and it made you wonder what his plan was after this event was over.

You didn't have to wait long because the host finally announced the panel's end. Everyone clapped as the guests walked off stage and you were honestly surprised that Sebastian didn't give you any inkling that he wanted to continue your little cat and mouse game. 

Well, at least you could pair your disappointment with the bottle of rosé in your fridge. Sending the video link to Sara, you followed the crowd of people towards the exit. Before you were able to push your way out the door someone tapped you on the shoulder.

"Excuse me, miss?"

You turned and met the eyes of the host.

"I was told to tell you that Sebastian would like to meet you."

You blinked, "he um…he does?"

He nodded and pointed to the curtain they went behind just moments ago.

"Yeah, if you go through there and hang a right you'll come to a hallway. His green room is the second door on the left." 

You looked at him for a few seconds before slowly making your way across the room. The closer you got the more your legs shook, and by the time you were outside the door all you could hear was the loud thumping of your racing heart. You knocked lightly, picking at your nails in anticipation.

"It's open!"

His voice made you shiver as you opened the door with a shaky hand. 

The room was cozy, probably ten by ten, and was well lit. There was a table with an assortment of finger foods, soft drinks, and champagne, a flat screen TV mounted to the wall, and a coffee table surrounded by two chairs and a couch, which Sebastian was sitting on. The way he was staring at you made it hard to maintain eye contact with him. You weren't scared per se, but everything about his demeanor exuded dominance. 

"What's your name?"

It was a simple question. You shouldn't even have to think about it, considering it's been a muscle memory answer since you were a toddler. The thing was, this was not a normal situation, and right now your brain has decided that it no longer wants to participate in this conversation.

You heard him get up, his shoes making a soft sound on the floor as he stalked toward you. He was so close now, the intoxicating smell of his cologne surrounding you making you dizzy. 

"Look at me, doll."

As nervous as you were, you still did what he asked and slowly let your eyes travel up his body. Your gaze raked over his toned calves, thick thighs, narrow waist, broad shoulders, and finally his insanely beautiful face.

"There's no reason to be scared. I don't bite...hard." He chuckled and watched as you played with your hands.

"I um…Y/N…"

Three words. Three little words were all you could manage and when his fingertips touched your arm it made your knees buckle a fraction.

"Jesus, you're shakin' like a leaf, sweetheart. C'mere. Come and sit with me." 

He brought you to the couch and sat down, pulling you with him.

"Would you like something to drink? There's water, Diet Coke, Sprite, and some champagne."

You looked at your lap and licked your lips. "Just um…w-water is fine, thank you."

He poured you a glass and handed it to you, watching as you sipped at the cool liquid.

"So, I couldn't help but notice the way you were lookin' at me earlier." He took the cup from you and set it on the table, his thumb and index finger tilting your chin up. "Especially my hands. You seemed…quite focused on the way I moved them." 

Your eyes were hooded, full of lust, as you nodded. "Well," his baby blues flicked down to your mouth, "I can assure you they move well in other ways too."

You whimpered and held your breath as he leaned in. "Just say the word and I'll stop, but," his thumb swiped your bottom lip, "I don't think you want me to."

Sebastian closed the distance and immediately slid his tongue against yours. The hand that wasn't cupping your cheek wandered south, grabbing underneath your left thigh. The moment you whimpered into his mouth his grip tightened possessively. 

He pulled away, staring at your kiss-swollen lips for a moment before meeting your eyes. "Can I take this off of you?"

He was obviously referring to your dress, but the reaction time of your brain was practically nonexistent so you just nodded dumbly.

"Oh, princess," he chuckled, "I can't believe how wrecked you are right now. Can't even speak and all I've done is kiss you. I'll bet," he curled a section of your hair around his finger, "you're absolutely soaked."

Your eyes fluttered closed as a shaky breath fell from your parted lips. He stood and pulled you to your feet. "Turn around, baby." 

Once your back was to him, he moved your hair to one side. "You have such pretty skin. So smooth and soft under my hands."

He planted a kiss right where your neck met your shoulder and that was the moment you finally found your voice. "...please!"

"Oh," he cooed, "there's that sweet voice. Tell me what you need, sweetheart."

Instead of answering him, you reached behind you to tug at the zipper. "Patience, Y/N," he admonished as he grabbed your wrist. "I'll give you what you want, but it's gonna be at my pace. Is that understood, doll?"

Fuck! You'd never wanted someone so bad in your entire life.

"Y-Yes…"

He leaned down right next to your ear, "yes what?"

You whined as another wave of arousal made your panties even wetter. "Yes, sir." 

"Good girl."

He slid the zipper down torturously slow, your newly exposed skin erupting in goosebumps. Sebastian made a low appreciative hum at the sight of your matching bra and panty set.

"I like this color on you, baby. Can't wait to see you in more though. I bet you'd look absolutely stunning in red."

Your mind was still trying to process the fact that he'd just insinuated there was going to be a 'next time', so you couldn't help the needy moan when he began peppering kisses between your shoulder blades.

"Mmm, that was a pretty sound," his teeth nipped at the base of your neck making you suck in a sharp breath. "Gonna have to see if I can make you do that again." 

"Sir, please… please touch me."

He smirked against your skin. "I am touchin' you, sweet girl."

Now there was no doubt in your mind. This man was trying to kill you.

"T-That's not…I need…"

He laughed softly, "I told you to be patient, honey. I'm busy admiring what I've decided is now mine."

His words made your brain short circuit and you were about to start begging for more when you felt his fingers slide the dress over your shoulders. Gravity took it to the floor leaving you almost bare to him.

"As much as I love the way lace looks on you, I have to admit it'd look even better on the floor."

Once he was done undressing you, except for your red pumps, he turned you back around to face him. 

"Beautiful," he breathed.

His kiss was bruising, possessive like he was marking his territory. His left hand trailed down over the pulse point of your neck, barely grazed your nipple, and finally came to a stop right above your clit.

"How bad do you wanna cum around my fingers, princess?"

You didn't answer right away so he got closer, his lips inches from yours. "I mean, if you don't want to then I can stop. We could watch a movie instead. How 'bout that?"

Your eyes shot open, the mere thought of him leaving you like this made your eyes fill with tears. "No! P-Please… I… I'm so… Sir, I can't… please. Just please!" 

His right hand brushed a loose tear from your cheek, "oh, baby. Shh, I was just teasing."

He pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. "Don't worry about how loud you are. Let them hear. I want everyone to know who's making you feel this good."

He swirled one thick digit around your clit pulling a loud, desperate sound from your throat. "Jesus sugar, you're fuckin' dripping. Did I do all this? You really got this wet from watching me move my fingers?"

Your left hand gripped his bicep like it was a lifeline. "Yes! Yes, fuck, please! Please make me cum! Wanna cum so bad, sir! Want you t-"

He pushed your feet apart and cut you off with another kiss. "Breathe, baby. I'll take care of you, okay?" 

Sebastian alternated between rubbing your clit to circling your entrance for a few minutes. It wasn't enough, but at least he was doing something. Finally, he shoved two of them inside you, starting a steady pace.

"Oh, fuck yesssss," you hissed and threw your head back.

"Yeah, honey? 'S that what you needed? Needed this pretty cunt stuffed full of my fingers?"

He quickly added a third one making your eyes roll back. "Oh, my god! Oh, f-fuck! More! Please I-I want more, sir!"

Sebastian took your bottom lip between his teeth and pulled. "You sure you can take all four, doll? I don't know if this tight little pussy can handle that much."

You dug your nails harder into the leather of his jacket, your moans now echoing throughout the room. "Fuck! Yes, just…  - oh, god - … I can take it, sir!" 

He stopped moving, his pinky rubbing along your folds until it was wet enough. There was a blunt pressure that made you squeeze your eyes shut, but soon Sebastian had four of his thick, long fingers buried inside you.

You clenched around them making him moan with you.

"Shit, honey. You love this don't ya? Love havin' me fingerfuck you like a needy little whore."

You cried out as he began moving again, the obscene sounds of how wet you were mixing with your desperate pleas for more. "Oh, god! You're gonna make m-me cum!"

Sebastian moved his hand faster, his fingers curling while he pressed his thumb against your clit. "Do it, Y/N. Drench my fuckin' hand, doll."

He scraped his teeth against the skin just below your ear and that was it. Your legs shook, his name a guttural scream as your cum coated his hand, your inner thighs, and the floor. 

He held you up, kissing you breathlessly while aftershocks of the best orgasm of your life sparked through your body.

"That was so damn hot, baby. Got me hard as a fuckin' rock watchin' you squirt all over me."

You raised a shaky hand to his chest, "please I need it… please I need you inside me so bad."

Sebastian raised an eyebrow. "Listen to you, sugar. You sound so pretty begging for my cock. You want me to fuck that tight little hole, hm? Fill it full of my cum?" 

You couldn't take it anymore. Dropping to your knees, you undid his pants just enough to free him and wrapped your lips around the swollen head.

"Son of a-, fucking hell, Y/N!"

He moaned sinfully and it only fueled your desire to hear it again. Taking him down your throat, you looked up at him and swallowed while swirling your tongue slowly.

"Oh, my fucking god, baby! Stop, honey I don't wanna cum yet. Sweetheart, stop-stop-stop I- fuck - babydoll…"

As much as you loved seeing him a babbling mess, the need for him to stretch you open was much greater. 

"Fuck me until I can't remember who I am, sir."

He growled and pulled you to your feet. "Bend over. Hands on the wall. Now. I won't ask twice."

You didn't need to be told twice. He kicked his pants off and took off his leather jacket before coming up behind you. Sebastian grabbed one of your ass cheeks roughly and smacked it hard.

"I mean it. I want this whole hotel to hear you scream my fucking name. 'M gonna absolutely ruin you, princess."

The part of your brain in charge of forming a response was rendered useless as he snapped his hips upwards until they met the back of your thighs.

"Fuck, Sebastian!" 

He didn't give you time to adjust, his fingertips holding onto you tightly as he pounded into you with reckless abandon. It was so good, he was so good, and you were one hundred percent certain everyone in a five-block radius knew it too.

"This what you wanted, doll? My cock stretching you open? Fuck, you feel good."

He smacked your ass again, the action making your walls contract around him. "Shit! Yeah, baby. That's it, Y/N… take it. Take my fuckin' dick."

You could barely breathe, let alone think straight. His filthy words, the sounds he made, the way he was slamming into your sweet spot, it was all too much.

"G-Gonna...Oh, fuck Sebastian!" 

He gripped your hair and pulled your head back, the new angle making your vision go white. "Yeah? Gonna cum, princess? C'mon, give it to me. Soak my fuckin' cock, Y/N. Right fuckin' now!"

He held you by your throat and applied delicious pressure making your second orgasm crash into you with the force of a hurricane. A gush of slick covered him and your legs as you shook uncontrollably in his arms.

"FUCK! You're such a good fucking girl." He didn't stop, but his thrusts slowed considerably. "I know you've got one more, sweetheart." 

You whimpered. "I-It's too much… I can't… Please, sir…want you to cum."

Sebastian moved the hand that wasn't around your throat to your clit making you thrash from overstimulation. "You're gonna give me another one. I know you can do it, sugar. Can feel this pretty pussy tightening around me."

The harder he fucked you the louder you got, and when he bit your neck you swore you were going to pass out. "That's right, doll. Scream. Scream my fuckin' name. You feel like heaven, Y/N, so warm and tight. Swear you were created just for me." 

Sebastian turned your head to the side, clumsily kissing you as he sped up his movements again.

"That's it, honey. You can do it. One more. Gimme one more, baby. Oh, shit...shit, I'm gonna cum! Gonna fuckin' fill you up! C'mon, pretty girl, let go one more time for me. Fuck, Y/N! Fuck, I'm gonna…"

He came with an animalistic grunt, the feeling of him coating your walls sending you over the edge a third time. 

Both of you were panting wetly against each other’s lips, a thin sheen of sweat covering your bodies as he pulled out of you.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ that was amazing. You did so well for me, sweetheart. You're perfect."

Words failed you. Hell, you could barely stand up, but you still gave him a blissed-out smile anyway.

"C'mere, love. Come sit and drink some water. I'll get you a blanket too."

Sebastian got you situated before putting his clothes back on. He sat next to you and pushed a few strands of sweaty hair out of your face.

"You with me, babydoll?"

Your head turned to the side, your eyes fluttering open as you looked at him. "Mmhmm. 'M sleepy."

Sebastian chuckled and unlocked his phone, "I promise you can rest soon, but for now, I need you to stay awake for me."

"Kay…," you took another drink and licked your lips. "Whatcha doin'?"

He tapped a few times on the screen before he answered you. "I just extended my hotel stay for four more nights."

You downed the rest of the glass and let it rest between you and the couch. "Why? Big plans?"

Sebastian smirked and pulled you in for a slow, passionate kiss. "Yeah," he breathed. "Big plans to fuck you over and over into the king-size mattress."

[katskitoshi]

"i haten't you so much <33," obey me (part 2)

synopsis: obey me brothers react to [name] who tells them that they love them in the best and most straight-forward way they can...which happens to be the most confusing way for the brothers.

characters: leviathan, satan & asmodeus (separately) x gender neutral! [name]

includes: cursing

author's note: this has been in my drafts so i guess i'll post it.

LEVIATHAN: AVATAR OF ENVY

levi had invited you over to his room to play a new game, stardew valley. it was a slow-paced farming game that revolved around you and (in this case) the other player. you both thought you needed a break from all the action and fast-paced games so you took a nice break and landed on lotan farm (picked by levi).

you were huddled up next to each other, him on his pc and you on your switch. even though this wasn't a game that required too much focus, you couldn't help but find levi's focused face adorable. the way his eyes intently stared at the screen as he worked to reel in a fish. "yes!" he threw his hands up in victory as he caught a pike, the fish sebastian wanted.

he turned to you so he could motion for you to look at his screen. when he did, he only saw you already staring at him. "did you see that, [name]? so cool, right?" - he noticed you not responding and waved his hand infront of his face before realizing you were staring at him - "[n-[name]?"

both of your faces were turning increasingly red. "levi i-" you took a deep breath. levi was hoping this was what he wanted. was this the cool romantic confession that the main character in that one anime got by saying "haten't" instead of "love"? he'd hope. "levi, i haten't you!"

w h a t?

you, the perfect exchange student, loved him, the yucky otaku?

unbelievable

and in the way he wanted to?

no, you were probably saying that you hate him. who'd even love a yucky otaku? he could barely understand how he fell in love with a half normie.

"you hate me?" he asked.

oh no! you gave him the wrong idea!

"no! i meant, uh, i..i love you dammit!"

he did understand and he was red.

"i..i guess i love you too, normie,"

SATAN: AVATAR OF WRATH

satan had invited you to his room for a mini book club. this week, you two were going over a book about a librarian that fell in love with a book-lover. it was quite interesting, and you could personally relate to the main character and book lover, yuki, who confessed to the librarian, stan, by saying 'i haten't you,'

those were your intentions today. to tell satan that you love him. and plus, you both agreed that the way that yuki confessed was the best in any love related book you both've read together. "...that's why i wish if they had said more about how stan's older brother fell in love with yuki only for stan to get them. ya' know?" he went on about the book, something he'd loved, something he held. you've never want to be a book more in your life.

"[name]?" he called out to you, you heard him. you didn't want to answer. would a book plot confession be the way to go with him? no way to know unless you try. "satan, i haten't you,"

this man slammed the book closed in his hands.

he found it hot how you confessed in the way the book's mc did.

he was full on blushing too.

he leaned in for a kiss, just like stan did to yuki, and kissed you.

if only you were both in a book store and he were a librarian, this would've been perfect and straight out the book.

"i haten't you too,"

ASMODEUS: AVATAR OF LUST

it was times like these he loved the most: self care saturday. asmodeus took notice of your habit of not giving time to pamper yourself so he does it for you. every saturday. you loved how in these moments, you both let your guard down.

it was a time where asmo seemed more calm and, ya know, less horny. more or less actually enjoying the time at hand. right now, he was painting your nails [color]. "thank you, asmo. i really don't know how i'd be if i didn't have you here with me to remind and help me with self care." you chuckled a bit.

"don't worry about it, darling. you're too beautiful not to be taken care of," he stared at you before staring down at your nails again. when asmo was with you, he felt real love. love and lust get confused quite often, but with you, it never got mixed up. he loved any time he got to spend with you. he'd hate to lose you from his flirty nature so he toned it down around you. thats how bad he wanted you.

he looked so cute focusing on your nails like that. so very cute. "i haten't you so much," you muttered.

he stoped doing your nails and looked you dead in the eyes.

he has gotten quite the bit of confessions and he's heard almost every one in the book including this one.

"you love me?"

how the FUCK did he figure it out so fast??

"i-uh.."

you weren't naturally a stutter-y or shy person, you were just caught off guard this time.

he leans is and kisses you, cupping your cheek in the process.

not a trace of lust, only love.

"i love you too, darling. i haten't you so much,"

[allwaswell16]

All the One Direction fics I read and enjoyed in November 2022. You can listen to my podcast to hear me talk about each of these fics (yes I talked about every single one of those trick or treat fest fics lol) as well as an overview of what was posted on ao3 including the fics on this month’s fic roundup which you can find here! Please let the writers know if you liked the fics by leaving kudos and comments! Happy reading!

-Larry-

These High Walls by LarryAlways28

(E, 68k, a/b/o) So... when the older, and wildly attractive Harry Styles offers him a deal in exchange for saving his family's legacy- how could Louis ever refuse that?

All Out of Love by SunTomato / @sun-tomato

(G, 32k, cupid au) While on a mission to match Liam and Zayn, the distraction comes in the shape of Louis Tomlinson – an overworked and underloved man trying way too hard to do everything himself.

Where the World has Come Together by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(M, 26k, fantasy au) For the crime of elven blood running through his veins, Louis Tomlinson spends his days protecting the human kingdom he’s been cast out of. Forcibly tied by magic to the very walls that encircle the city, he and the other guards do what they can to find some semblance of a life.

I Know You Rider (Gonna Miss Me When I'm Gone) by @cyantific

(T, 9k, 90s au) The one where Louis hates hippies and roller coasters and Harry tries to fix that with lots of fun facts, terrible puns and perhaps one very life-changing moment in a dark tunnel.

kill my mind by StarryDay13 / @daydreaming-sunflower

(T, 2k, uni au, ficlet as part of series) Kind of a "the extroverted friend adopts the introverted one" scenario except they are in love.

dont let it break your heart by StarryDay13 / @daydreaming-sunflower

(T, 2k, emotional hurt/comfort, ficlet as part of series) Louis is a flirty bartender, and Harry just got dumped.

-Rare Pairs-

enough to make a girl blush by @disgruntledkittenface

(E, 22k, Louis/Niall) When Louis moves from her small hometown to the city, she runs into her childhood friend Niall. Despite her surprise at learning that Niall presented as an alpha, she’s immediately drawn to her. 

over my shoulder by @nouies

(E, 10k, Louis/Sebastian Stan) The media thinks omega singer Louis Tomlinson is dating alpha actor Sebastian Stan because they bump into each other all the time.

Not Sure How To Say This Right by @wabadabadaba

(M, 7k, Louis/Florence Pugh) Louis had resigned herself to be Florence's best friend and watch from the sidelines as Florence gave her all to someone who didn't appreciate her. That was until she came home to Florence in her kitchen with a new hair cut, brownies and newly single.

As long as you're not afraid to feel by wordsnnotes / @quelsentiment

(T, 5k, Louis/Liam) Liam can’t help sounding a bit suspicious as he replies, “You want to co-host Phantom Tales? Do you even believe in ghosts?”

With This Wing, I Thee Wed by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13

(T, 4k, Louis/Niall) “Nando’s?” Niall crosses his arms and pouts, a little line appearing between his eyebrows. “I want Nandos. I like Nandos.” “And I like my dignity,” Louis mutters.

Next Door by @allwaswell16

(NR, 2k, Louis/Rob Pattinson) When a stray cat starts coming round Louis' garden and bothering his dog, Louis and his best friend set out to capture it.

-Trick or Treat Fest-

(all 666 words)

Accidental Love by Laziam (MItCheLlInE) / @guilty1dlove

An Apple A Day by @lululawrence

Bloody Squid by rainblou / @loubbies

fallin' all in (love with) you by eynap / @panye

Foreshadowing by @neondiamond

Ghost Ship by cherrylarry | @beelou

head all full of stuffin' by Lhhome | @lhhomefics

Holy Guacamole! by bluegreenish | @greenblueish

Hot Pumpkin Guy by downcamethelightning | @sxvedbyastranger

i've been looking for the missing piece by @dragmedown

Meet-Woof by @littleroverlouis

Needle by @nouies

Scare me, baby by TeamLouis / @teamlouis2022

Spellbound by yourlionheartx / @djtommotomlinson

Swallowpeen by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright

Sweet Talk by wordsnnotes / @quelsentiment

the ghost of love keeps haunting me by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

The Rescue by @haztobegood

there’s a house in english bond (somebody planned to stay) by safetyfilm / @larrieblr

What’s cookin’, goodlookin’? by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou

Who wants to snog a ghost? by @fallingdefenceless

You Really Should Keep Driving by @homosociallyyours

[tllgrrl]

April Showers Bring Foolery and Shenanigans:

The Vacation Edition - Epilogue

Relationship: Bucky Barnes/Sarah Wilson

Photographs of Sebastian Stan by Greg Swales for L’Officiel Magazine - March 2022. Photograph of Adepero Oduye - Selfie

**********

A while later…

After a shower and a hearty breakfast of pancakes, scrambled eggs, hash browned potatoes, bacon, and hot coffee, Sarah and Bucky ambled back upstairs, remade the luxurious bed with some fresh linens, and got comfy, settling back into Vacation Mode.

The only plan they had for now was for Bucky to get some sleep, and later they’d be attending the Dodgers/Giants night game.

Sam was putting in work finding ways to make up for interrupting their vacation time. As a result, Sarah and Bucky would be having dinner and viewing the game in a semi-private seating area at Dodger Stadium.

And a driver would be picking them up so they could relax in the back of a comfy SUV, letting someone who knew the area deal with Saturday night Los Angeles traffic.

“James…” Sarah reached back and ruffled his hair.

“Mmm…” He snuggled his chin on her shoulder, then kissed the bite he rubbed healing balm onto, and fought the temptation to pull his silk robe off her shoulder so he can feel her skin against his again.

“This morning, when you were posing in the bedroom doorway…scaring the hell out of me, by the way…”

“I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to sca—posing!? I wasn’t…posing. I don’t pose. Your brother, on the other hand—“

“Your co-worker—”

“—graduated from the Steve Rogers School of Posing Stoically, swear ta God! Have you seen him lately?” he said with a smirk.

“Ha! Whenever you two have a press conference, he absolutely poses.”

”Yeah, he does!”

”You…smolder.”

“Yeah, I—wait. What??! I don’t…smolder.”

“Have you seen you?!” she giggled while he groaned theatrically then rubbed his stubbly chin on her shoulder, making her squirm.

“OK…when you were smoldering in the doorway, you said something…in isiXhosa. Utata is Father?”

“It is. I said Utata Usekhaya"

“House…home. You said ‘Daddy’s home’?”

“I did. Would ya look at you!”

“Thank you! Daddy used to say that when he got back home at the end of the day. Sam and I’d come runnin’. Momma’d get this little smile on her face…”

”Mmmm…”

She feels his grin on the side of her neck.

“I talked to the boys the other night. They said to tell you that they miss you…Daaad.”

“Is that right?"

"Yeah, it is. Hmm…”

“What. That Hmm. It had a tone."

“I just.. James…where’s your cellphone?”

He buried his nose in her hair, inhaled, and began to get lost in the fragrance of the marula oil which was on both of their skins and in their hair.

“Downstairs…kitchen…”

His hand glided down the silk robe covering her body as he kissed each word into the nape of her neck.

“…living room…somewhere not up here. Gave Jarvis…access to answer it. We’ll know…immediately if it’s…the kids or grandparents.”

She scooted herself onto her back, letting one side of the robe fall open.

“Good. So…before I ask you to teach me how to say I forgive you in a couple of different languages….what’s still on your mind? Ndi-xelele, Mthandi."

“Ah! You’ve been working on your clicks.” He says, playing with the side of the robe still covering her. “I’ll have to think of some more tongue exercises for you…to…”

He looked over at her face. He recognized that look. He’d seen it on Ayo. The last time he saw it, she was about 10 seconds away from making John Walker wish he’d never met, let alone put his hand on, her.

“Why do you think something’s on my mind, Intanda?”

“I’m a lone woman in a house full of men. 2 of them, pre-teens. The other two…let’s just say the jury is still out—”

“Excuse me??” he cries in mock hurt.

“James. Do you think I can’t tell when each of you has something on your mind? Really? Especially you.

You may have super secret stealth skills out in the world, hiding in plain sight, all the techniques and whatnot… but I know you.

And I know the same goes for you with me.

So…” She reached up and gently massaged the worry line between his eyes. “What’s all this about?”

“Can I hold you, please, Sarah?’

“Hold me, and tell me, Mthandi.”

He laid himself down on his side and pulled her back into his chest, tucking his left arm under her pillow, almost curling himself around her.

They can feel, as well as hear, each other speak.

”Comfy?”

“Mmm-hmmm. You?”

”Mmm…Holding you? Always. Ndiyakuthanda, Sarah.”

”I love you too, James.”

They lay in bed, letting the sound of their voices dissipate, leaving nothing except what was heard coming through the open doors to the balcony: the birdsong from high in the surrounding hills, the waves on the beach down the hill…

“I…wasn’t sure you were gonna want me. When I got back this time.”

“That…I wasn’t gonna want you? What nonsense are you—?”

“I could tell. Before I left, Sarah. You were hurt. It hurt you. I hurt you…this…thing. This…job.”

“I was disappointed, not hurt. Maybe angry. OK, I was livid. But there’s no way I’m not gonna want you when you come back.

And don’t ever think you can’t come back. If there’s a problem, whatever it is, we’ll talk about it. We trust each other to be honest with each other. It’s what we do. Yeah?”

She feels his arm hug her, and he softly nods.

“Yeah…”

“And, your…job isn’t being a superhero. That’s something you do with Captain America…with Sam.

You are, for all intents and purposes, a Wilson, and your job is with Wilson Seafood & Charter.

I’m gonna to be disappointed the times you have to leave and go into the field, and I’m gonna worry about you when you—and my brother—are out there saving the world. I’ll worry until you’re back home and safe.

Like I told you before you left, I wasn’t happy that you were leaving. Fortunately, having this big bed all to myself was an upside.”

“Oh?” He kisses her shoulder, wondering how he should feel about that.

“Yes. That…and the chocolate chip cookies I baked.”

“Cookies? Where—?”

‘Yeah, calm down, Sarge. You were gone for 3 days. Those cookies, like you, are Ancient History. I’ll bake more. Might even share with you…if you’re good.”

“Oh, I’m very good. Amazing, according to you,” he softly growled, rubbing his face on her neck as they both giggled.

She rolled onto her side to face him, and he pulled her closer.

She smoothed his hair back from his forehead and cupped his cheek, making sure he was looking into her eyes.

“Listen to me. The minute what you do hurts either of us, I’ll let you know about it. You and Sam. I was disappointed, and I was mad. But I wasn’t so mad that I wasn’t going to want you when you came back to me, James Buchanan Barnes.”

She kissed the worry line between his eyes.

She could tell he was trying to decide if he was worthy of staying. That he was sometimes still not quite believing somebody actually wanted him.

“Are you hearing me, James?”

“Yeah. I was just…I thought that I’d really messed up this time, and that you were finally…done with all this—with me.

It’s a lot to deal with, I know, and I wouldn’t blame you if you—“

”*tsk* Boy.”

”Sarah! Did you suck your teeth just now?”

She kissed him softly.

“James…”

“Yes.”

She kissed him again, less softly, and heard a small moan from the back of his throat.

“Mthandi…”

“Intan—?”

This time, she kissed him, and when they finally came up for air, they were both breathless and smiling…he was on his back and he’d gently maneuvered her, effortlessly pulling/lifting her onto him, his robe halfway off her, his hands caressing her back.

“b a b y…”

“Mmm...?”

“Hush…”

*********

Ch1 / Ch2 / Ch3.1 / Ch3.2 / Ch3.3 / Epilogue

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The entire series is also cross posted on AO3:

April Showers Bring Foolery and Shenanigans: The Vacation Edition.

Thanks for reading, feel free to chat in the comments, photos all have been credited to the photographer and publications, including Adepero Oduye which I believe to be a Selfie. Please let me know if it’s not.

[darke15]

A lot of blabbering and unnecessary talking below so I apologise you can ignore this if you want, I talk (and apparently write too much too) too much so yes haha. I am sorry

Hi💐

I know right, I re read my ask before sending and it immediately sounded condescending to me😭😭 idk why I sound bitchy on the internet probably because English is not my first language and I’m still easing into it haha

I haven’t seen any franchise movies or movie series but I definitely love the John wick movies

Personally I love indie movies and movies that are a experience on their own as opposed to a connection of previous ones. I really loved Sebastian stan’s movie Monday. As a Romanian myself I was very proud of the naked scene especially lol but kinda disappointed Americans arent aware of basic male anatomy but anyhow the movie is an art piece, kinda chaotic but I liked it. and Sebastian is such a beautiful human inside out and I really loved.

And pearl of mia both, oh gosh that movie was such an experience, loved the acting and aesthetic and I personally love Mia she’s so petty.

Idk of sharper is an indie movie but I loved that movie as well Sebastian was as always gorgeous and julianne Moore is gorgeous as well, the movie overall gave me bi panic lololol I have been a fan of JM since that movie “Chloe” she’s so hot in it. Also loved the sharper promo lol love Sebastian and juliane so it was a treat, they’re both such talented and great beautiful people.

My most favourite indie movie is the brown bunny!!! It’s so heartbreaking yet beautiful, a lot of nudity but that’s fine but especially loved Chloe savings in it.

Also I have a question,

I’m reading your aftermath fic on AO3 and I have a bit confusion

As I said English is not my first language so while reading in English some of it doesn’t really get to me like I don’t understand it well.

So when wraith Bucky ghost we’re fighting and ghost went to return the pic of (F/N) why did he refer to her as a man?

Ghost is the reader right? Or ghost is another person who’s a man? Why did he think ghost was a man?

ooohhh interesting. I have a hard time getting into indie films for some reason, but I might have to give them a try.

And Sharper is def on my watch list. I just gotta find some time.

As for your question:

The suit is made so that people can't tell that Ghost [the reader] is a woman. It's built to conceal her form so, think of it like the Taskmaster suit from Black Widow

Bucky just went on ahead and assumed that she was a man based on what her suit looks like, but he doesn't know who's under the mask

[buttybarnes1917]

Innocence

Word Count: 2,089

Okay. First smut fic in a very long time. It might suck, but I’m going to try really hard to make it not suck.  

Ft. fem reader and rockstar!bucky. I feel like this is absolutely going to become an AU, so it’ll get it’s own header on my masterlist!!

Warnings: dirty talk, nickname (kitten), grinding, oral (f receiving), fingering, praise kink, somehow also a degradation kink, Bucky is obsessed with Readers innocence, minors dni

You rolled your eyes in disgust as you heard moaning coming from Bucky’s dressing room.  

Again.

God, he was literally insatiable.  It seemed like every show, he was pulling some girl backstage, kissing messily in the hallway as the rest of the crew worked around him and then inevitably the girl would end up in his dressing room or his bunk in the bus, which, literally made no sense considering how muscular he was.  Those bunks were so small.  But the girls would never stay for long, and then you would get the fun job of escorting her back to the audience, with her calling “call me!” to Bucky and Bucky already forgetting her name.

You leaned on the wall, sighing a little as you heard her moaning again and Bucky’s short grunts.  God. If he wasn’t so infuriating, he might even be hot.  

Oh, who were you kidding.  He was hot. Six foot three, at least, insane arm muscles from the hours upon hours of playing drums, long curly brown hair and tattoos that curled around his body, Bucky Barnes was everyone’s ideal bad boy.  On top of the fact that you had heard from the people on the crew that he had been with that he was… very well endowed.  

Natasha from lighting told you that he was more skilled with his fingers than a drummer should be, and that she was having trouble walking for days after her encounter with him.  Loki from rigging told you the way he used his tongue on them was “magical” and that they had trouble finding someone who could live up to that.  Steve from audio told you that he could find your weaknesses almost immediately and that he had “never been with someone who made him cum so many times”.  Which would have grossed you out, honestly, if you weren’t so impressed.  

The door opened and you pushed yourself off the wall, as the girl pulled her jacket over her shoulders, blushing as she saw you.  Bucky leaned on the doorframe and smirked at her.  

“You’ll call me next time you’re in town, right?”  She asked, giggling at him a little.  Your nose wrinkled a little as you smelled the weed on her, and you rolled your eyes.  

“Sure thing, doll.” He nodded.  You cleared your throat.  

“This way, hon, the show’s about to start,” you said softly and walked off with her. You gently pushed her through the curtain and security walked her to her seat.  You turned and sighed softly and bumped into Bucky. “Oh, I’m sorry.” You said quickly pushing yourself off him.  He grinned down at you.

“Not a problem, kitten,” he said.  You made a face.

“My name is y/n. Not kitten.” You corrected him, and he slowly smirked at you.

“Apologies, kitten.” He said again and you rolled your eyes, walking back toward the side stage.  He trailed along behind you.

“You’re the assistant tour manager or something, right?” he asked. “You’re always here late, setting shit up.”

“Yep.” You responded, your eyes on your clipboard as you walked.

“Don’t you ever do anything other than work?” he asked, snatching your clipboard away from you. You turned immediately and he held the clipboard over your head, laughing as you tried to grab it.  You punched him in the stomach, thinking he would bend over, and he just laughed more. “You call that a punch?”

“You’re an asshole.” You said, punching your fists to your hips.

“And you’re short.  Didn’t know we were saying obvious things,” he responded.  You both glanced over at the stage as you heard the stage manager call out that there were five minutes left until show time.  Bucky brought down the clipboard and you snatched it from his hand.

“Break a leg.” You said to him.  “Literally.” You turned walking away, shivering as you felt Bucky’s gaze on you.

 ******

 You sighed softly as you walked through the venue later that night, after the show was finished.  The band had only one more show in this building, but there had been consistent problems with the haze machines setting off the fire detectors.  Which by definition was not supposed to happen, since the haze mix was water based.  You assumed that the haze tech had just ordered whatever was cheapest and you wanted to double check that the machines were working properly.  As you pushed the door open, you heard drums from the stage and swore to yourself.  Of course, Bucky was here.  This night couldn’t get worse.  

You walked backstage and fiddled around with the machines, sighing as you did. The haze tech had ended up screwing up one of the machines with a mix of different hazes, so of course it was your job to fix it now.  The tour manager didn’t want to spend extra money, and you had been touring since you were a kid, your parents both a huge part of the industry.  

“Didn’t know you were here,” you heard and looked up as Bucky walked backstage, twirling his drumsticks, grinning at you.  You rolled your eyes.

“Someone has to clean up after everyone’s messes.” You responded.

“Mmm.” He grinned and leaned on the road case next to you.  “You’re the one that helps with the girls, aren’t you?” he asked, and your cheeks flushed red as you worked.  You didn’t look up at him, refusing to let him see you blush.  

“Yeah.”

“Thanks for that.” Bucky said.  “They get clingy after a while.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“Yes, we’ve established that.” Bucky grinned.  

“I don’t want to hear about your fucking sex addiction right now, Barnes.  I’m trying to fix this haze machine.” You said finally looking up at him.  

“Oh, I’ll be real, its not an addiction.  I’m just very into sex, and I enjoy it.”  He grinned. “Don’t you enjoy it?”

“I’m not talking about sex with you.” You said and looked down at the machine.

“Oh, come on.  That’s gonna make me think you’re a virgin.”  He chuckled and you didn’t reply. “Wait… no way.  You’re actually a virgin?” he asked.  You rolled your eyes.

“My sex life is none of your business.”  You said, your voice shaking a little nervously.  

“So, you are a virgin.” He responded, grinning.  He hopped onto the road case, swinging his legs.  “How have you been on the road this long without at the very least getting head?”

“Oh my God.” You mumbled, your face blushing bright red. “You’re such an—”

“Asshole, yeah, it’s on my resume,” Bucky smirked.  “You’ve got to have thought about it.  I mean.  It can’t be easy, hearing me fuck nearly everyone on this tour—”

“You’re such an arrogant asshole, not everyone wants to—”

“Yeah, but you do,” Bucky cut you off.  “I’ve seen how you look at the girls that leave my room.  You’re jealous, aren’t you, kitten?”

“Don’t call me that.”  You said, shivering just a little.  Unfortunately, Bucky noticed.  

“You are jealous,” he said grinning and sliding off the road case, moving toward you.  “You’ve probably touched yourself to hearing me with those other people, haven’t you kitten?” You backed away, shaking a little.

“Bucky--“

“Now don’t lie to me kitten,” he said smirking as you bumped into another road case. He placed a hand on either side of you and grinned down at you. “How long have you wanted to kiss me, kitten?” he asked, and you whimpered a little at the nickname.

“I…” you stammered out as you felt his calloused fingers drift down the skin of your arm. “Bucky…”

“So, a while,” he chuckled softly, leaning so his lips brushed across your neck. “If you don’t want this, tell me.  I’m an asshole, not a jerk.” He said grinning a little.  You bit your lip, looking up at him.  In truth, he was right.  You had wanted this for so long.  You had held off, not wanting to be that girl that slept with the drummer, that slept with people to get ahead.  But let’s be real—Bucky had slept with half the crew already—not just women, but men too, and non-binary people.  You wouldn’t get looked down on at all, and if anyone did, they’d be looking down on themselves as well.  

“Kiss me,” you said softly and a second later you felt Bucky’s lips crash against yours in a fevered kiss as he lifted you effortlessly onto the road case.  Your legs wrapped around his hips automatically as he gripped your hips tightly.  You slipped your fingers through his hair, shivering as you heard a groan fall from his lips as you tugged gently.  He pulled away from your mouth, kissing down your neck, worshiping the area where your jaw met your neck. “Don’t leave a mark—” you gasped out, your face burning and he smirked at you.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” he growled, and you felt a wetness pool between your thighs as he growled at you.  You whimpered as you felt his teeth work at your skin, your fingers gripping his hair tightly as you moaned, pushing your hips into his.  “God, you’re so needy for me, aren’t you, kitten?” he purred into your ear, one of his hands finding its way up your shirt and pushing it up, exposing your breasts to the cold air.  You gasped out his name breathlessly as he pinched and pulled at your nipple.  “Such a good, responsive girl, hmm?” he whispered into your ear.  “Never had anyone touch you like this, have you?  Never had anyone make you feel this good, have you, kitten?”

“No, Bucky, no one,” you breathed out whimpering and arching your back.  He slipped his hands down your body, unbuttoning your pants.

“I’m going to take my time with you, kitten,” he smirked, kneeling in front of you as he pulled your pants down past your knees.  

“What… What are you…” you panted, watching him, then falling back onto your elbows with a gasp as he flicked his tongue against your clit.  “Holy shit” you cried out as he sucked your clit into his mouth, rubbing his finger around your entrance, collecting your slick on his fingers. He slowly pulled away, smirking up at you as he slipped his fingers into his mouth, tasting you.

“God, kitten, you’re nearly dripping for me,” he whispered.  “You’re so wet for me, kitten, and I’ve barely even done anything.”

“Bucky, please—” you begged.

“I’ll be nice to you this once, kitten, because it’s your first,” he grinned.  “Remember that.”  He leaned forward again, slipping his tongue into you as you moaned almost immediately, your head falling back as your chest heaved with your heavy breaths. He slipped a finger into you, pumping in and out as you arched up into his hand.  “Where is it, kitten, where’s your spot—” he whispered and suddenly you felt a burst of pleasure and you cried out, your hips bucking up.

“Jesus Christ—”

“Just Bucky is fine,” he smirked, and any other time you would have punched him in the arm, but he added another finger and oh fuck he was hitting that spot again, and everything was feeling so good, and he was moaning and sucking on your clit and…and…and…

“Bucky, holy fuck!” you cried out, your back arching as you clenched around his fingers, cumming harder than you ever had before by your own hand or vibrator. He slowly pumped his fingers in and out, rising from his knees to kiss you deeply through it as your legs shook. You pulled away, gasping as he slowly pulled his fingers from you.  You moaned softly as he licked his fingers, grinning at you.

“God, kitten, you taste so good for me,” he smirked softly and kissed you.  You shivered as you tasted yourself on his lips, and he pulled away, tilting your head up, his finger hooked under your chin. “Meet me in my dressing room tomorrow, after load out,” he smirked. “There’s so much more I want to teach you.”

[babyboibucky]

Checkmate

Pairing: NewRockstar!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky convinces you that you’ve been serving the wrong king the entire time.

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: rough fingering, slight degradation, praise kink skskskks

A/N: Say hello to a new Rockstar!Bucky LMFAO consider this as my way of making it up for the ending I gave to Devil’s Mark. Dedicating this to my Rockstar!Bucky hoes @lokithealligator​ @soldatspet​ @bibbidibobbidibucky​ @bemine-bucky @sgt-seabass​ skskksksks Thanks Amber for helping me out too!!! (also, I am not simping over Tommy Lee. I’m simping over how hot Sebastian Stan looks like with a rockstar aesthetic. Just felt the need to clarify that lmao)

Two Kings and A Queen (Part 2) || MAIN MASTERLIST

You treated Billy Russo like a king.

To any fan of his band, Jigsaw, you were living out their dreams of being up close and personal with them— a groupie. You started off as a humble follower of the band and what started off as simple admiration for their lead singer slowly turned into something more when you got to know him.

You had Amber to thank for that, one of their loyal fans turned groupie whom you met during one of their shows. They weren’t as popular back then but you loved them and you made sure to be present in all of their tours. Amber thought you’d fit right in and since then, your life changed its course.

Your life revolved around Billy; you made sure he was comfortable and you did your damn best to feed his ego. And he loved it, the attention and care you provided him. You focused on him and you had expected for him to return the favor.

He never did. Maybe not yet.

Billy has his favorite girls, those who get to do more than just talk with him. Savannah was his absolute favorite, she’s like the queen bee— she’s gorgeous and obviously good inside the bedroom, judging by how Billy almost always spends his night in her hotel room.

Of course there was Amber, she was sort of the pioneer muse of Jigsaw after all. Pretty face, pretty hair and a lovely personality. You’d think she was innocent but was far from it, it’s probably why it wasn’t just Billy that was drawn to her but almost every member of the band.

You loved those two girls because they welcomed you and treated you like family. But sometimes you couldn’t help but hate and envy them for the attention and treatment they get from Billy.

You wanted to be like them, wanted him to praise you and tell you how much of a good girl you were for being loyal.

With how dedicated you were in taking care of Billy, you thought you’d be able to steal his heart. As you watched Billy wrap an arm around Savannah’s shoulders, leading her back into the dressing room right after a performance, you realized that you had a long way to go.

Unknowingly, it was someone else’s attention that you managed to snatch.

“Hurts like a motherfucker, doesn’t it? Seeing someone you’re so desperate for, ignore you like that.”

Turning to your side, you were met with a familiar face— jet black hair, dark eyes, tattooed skin and piercings— it was easy to remember one Bucky Barnes.

You glared at him, “You’re an asshole.” you said.

Bucky stopped chewing his gum as he grinned mischievously, “So telling the truth makes someone an asshole now?” he asked before chuckling.

“Baby girl, you’re chasing a dead end and you know it. Why chase after Billy when you have someone who’s willing to make you his queen?” he asked.

Staring at Bucky with confusion, you tilted your head to the side. Bucky laughed with amusement, cradling your cheek with his gloved hand for a brief moment before running his fingers through his hair.

“If you weren’t so desperate for him, you would’ve noticed how much I’ve been wanting to make you my muse.” he said with a roll of his eyes, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Bucky Barnes wanted you to join them? The Bucky Barnes, drummer of Daybreak who also happened to be a band that Billy hated.

It was like the universe was onto something, having Billy’s sworn enemy offer you the attention you’ve been working hard to get from him. Yes, Bucky Barnes was at the top of Billy’s list of people he actually, truly despised.

Jigsaw and Daybreak were always pitted against each other from the very beginning of time. Both bands debuted at the same time, had similar styles and almost the same amount of fans. The competition was not a secret and the media loved using it to their advantage by constantly comparing the two.

Billy Russo was the pretty boy of the rock and roll scene, it was why he quickly rose to the top. He looked different and that made him stand out, he was like an angel who loved living in hell. And then there was Bucky, ruggedly handsome and wild— the embodiment of a true rockstar. He was unabashedly filthy and blunt but with a charm that sent both men and women on their knees.

Billy didn’t like being called a pretty boy, and he most definitely did not appreciate Bucky snatching the top spot in Rolling Stone magazine’s list of up and coming rockstars you needed to watch out for.

“You convinced her yet?”

You jumped at the voice that chimed in the conversation. It was Steve Rogers, lead guitarist of Daybreak and a good friend of Bucky. Unlike Bucky, Steve’s body wasn’t littered with tattoos. He had a few scattered in some places, mostly hidden beneath his clothes. He ran a hand over his beard as he winked at you before focusing back on Bucky.

“I was about to get to that part but you barged in on us.” Bucky said.

“Yeah, well get to it quickly.” Steve responded.

“I can hear you both. I’m actually right here.” you stated, crossing your arms over your chest.

Steve laughed, “Then you should know by now how much Bucky wants to steal you away from pretty boy.”

“I’m loyal to Billy.” you simply said and attempted to walk away.

“But is he loyal to you though?” Bucky asked with a playful shrug before approaching you.

He towered over you as he stepped closer, scanning your figure with dark eyes that made your stomach bubble. You could see Steve watching Bucky with amusement before shaking his head and walking away, whispering good luck before disappearing.

“At least hang out with us, Billy wouldn’t know. He’s probably fucking one of his ladies. Let me show you how I’d treat my queen.”

-

“With the sounds you’re making, you seem like you haven’t been fucked for ages.” Bucky breathed out as he nosed your jaw, the cold sensation of his nose ring a stark contrast to how hot your entire body felt like.

As soon as you stepped foot inside Daybreak’s dressing room, Bucky pulled you into the nearest bathroom and wasted no time to kiss you. You shouldn’t be enjoying this as much, especially with thoughts of Billy lurking in the back of your mind. But with how Bucky’s skilled fingers were pumping in and out of your needy cunt while his body caged yours against the wall, you couldn’t help but focus on the pleasure alone.

It felt so fucking good it had your knees trembling.

You planted a foot on top of the counter, opening yourself up to Bucky to give him more access to your pussy. His fingers were long and slender, reaching your sweet spot easily making you keen. Bucky’s breath tickled your ear as he fingered you faster, the vulgar squelching noises ringing in your ear as you felt a familiar coil form inside your stomach.

Your fingers gripped Bucky’s arms tightly, needing to stabilize yourself for balance because of how the pleasure was literally turning your entire body feel like it was made out of jelly. He laughed into your ear when you whimpered as a response to how he suddenly slowed down his pace.

“Billy ever fucked you like this?” he asked. “No?” he cooed as he gripped your face, lifting it up to meet his gaze.

Unable to respond, you only shook your head as you wiggled your hips in an attempt to feel more of his fingers. He looked down at you patronizingly, like he was pitying you for acting so needy after putting up such a strong facade. But at the same time, his eyes fully focused on your entire face, like he was memorizing every feature, every mark and well, everything.

The way he was staring at you like you were his queen made your pussy clench around his fingers, something that put a smirk on his face.

“Billy’s one lucky motherfucker to have someone like you beg for him.” he said.

“I’m gonna make you mine.” he added before removing his thick chain necklace and placing it around your neck, only to use it to tug your face closer to his for a sloppy kiss.

The kiss left your brain fuzzy and you didn’t know how it was possible, but it also heightened your senses. Bucky kissed you desperately, it was all tongue, teeth and spit. At the same time, he sped up his fingers inside of your cunt, edging you closer and closer to your sweet release.

“See now, this is how your pussy should be treated. Got you all soaked up and clenching for me, I bet you taste so fucking good. You’re already such a fucking mess with just my fingers, imagine how it’d feel like to have my cock stretch out your cunt. God, just thinking about this pussy around my cock is driving me insane. Baby girl, you drive me insane.” he grunted against your lips, tightening his hold on his necklace to keep your face close to his.

Fireworks were beginning to explode inside of you and it’s been such a long time since you experienced such pleasure, the kind that had your toes curling inside your shoes. It made your eyelids flutter and your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your moans grew louder and louder, with Bucky muffling them each time he kissed you.

“Open your eyes, baby girl. Look at me,” Bucky commanded. “Yeah, that’s right. Keep looking at me, see how much I fucking want you. Wanna see you be a good girl for me.” he said.

You swallowed hard and nodded, your vision turning into a hazy blur from the tears that slowly burned at the corner of your eyes.

“Fuck, doing so good for me. Kiss me, baby.” he asked in a soft voice, letting go of his necklace on your neck to grip your waist.

You didn’t even think twice and leaned forward for a kiss, whimpering against Bucky’s lips when he curled his fingers inside.

Your vision turned black and your sense of hearing was temporarily replaced by a high-pitched ringing noise. All you could do was feel— feel the way your cunt fluttered around Bucky’s fingers, feel your wetness drip down your thighs, feel Bucky’s lips against your cheek as he showered your face with kisses.

You also felt your world slowly begin to change.

“That’s my girl.” Bucky praised, moving your hair away from your face before kissing you.

While you were trying to recover, Bucky kept on whispering praises against your ear and skin. His lips traveled from your jaw, down to your exposed collarbones, nipping at the skin.

“Wanna put my mark on you.” he said, groping your shirt-clad breast as he sucked on the skin in between your breasts.

You gasped at his statement and pushed him back, placing both your palms flat against his chest keeping him an arm’s length. Bucky looked at you with a smirk, “What? I just wanted to suck a hickey onto your skin, get a rise out of Billy when he sees it.” he admitted.

“What did you think I was gonna do? Carve my initials on your skin or some shit like that? I’m not that crazy.” he said with a laugh.

When you didn’t respond, Bucky heaved out a deep sigh, “Alright, I won’t.” he said, fixing your hair.

“You look so debauched and it’s a fuckin’ compliment.” he said with a smile, “Anyway, if you ever decide to join us, feel free to head over to our hotel. We’re having a party tonight, should be fun. I’d love for you to be there, our girls would love you.” he said.

Bucky helped fix you up afterwards, even letting you use their shower to get all cleaned up before heading back to Jigsaw’s dressing room. You wondered whether Billy even noticed that you were gone.

You also wondered why he never crossed your mind until now.

Before you could reach the dressing room, the door slammed open and a shirtless Billy stepped out. His hair was messed up and his neck was littered with a couple of marks. He looked at you with a slight frown, “Where the fuck you’ve been?” he asked.

So, he actually noticed.

“Just went out to get some fresh air.” you said.

Billy stared at you for a brief moment before nodding. His gaze moved past your figure and as soon as his expression changed, you knew for sure who he was looking at.

“Billy boy! Been a while, huh?” Bucky greeted as he approached Billy with a jump in his strides.

Billy snickered, “What’re you doing here, Barnes?” he asked.

Bucky shrugged, “Can’t an old pal check in on his mate?” he asked.

Billy rolled his eyes, “We’re not friends, Barnes. Fuck off.” he said.

“She’s a pretty one.” Bucky said, tilting his head towards you, “Hope you’re treating her like a queen or else someone might swoop in and steal her away from you.” he threatened with a laugh.

Billy clenched his jaw as he stared at Bucky who was grinning at him. Sure, you may not be Billy’s favorite and maybe he doesn’t really care that much about you. But he was possessive as fuck.

What’s his is his and he’ll make sure that it’ll remain his no matter what.

“I’ll see you soon.” Bucky said, slowly backing away.

Billy snorted, “See you never.” he said.

It was Bucky’s turn to snicker, “I wasn’t talking to you, Billy boy.” he smirked before winking at you.

“What the fuck does he mean by that?” Billy asked you.

You cleared your throat and feigned innocence, shrugging and even telling him not to bother with someone like Bucky.

“You know how he is, don’t let him get to you.” you told Billy.

Billy didn’t seem to buy it and blocked your way back inside the dressing room. His stern expression softened up a bit as he gazed down at you. You gulped and tried to keep your calm, hoping that he wouldn’t notice how utterly well-fucked you looked.

He brushed his knuckles against your cheekbone, tilting his head as he stared down at you, “You are a pretty one, aren’t you?” it was more of a statement rather than a question.

“You still one of ours?” he asked and gripped your face with force before dragging his thumb along your bottom lip.

You nodded eagerly, “Yes, of course, Billy.” you nervously chuckled.

He nodded, “Good.” he said, before walking back inside the dressing room.

You followed Billy inside and saw that Savannah and Amber were on the couch. You watched as Billy sat in between them, giving them the attention you used to crave from him. He tugged at Amber’s collar and pulled her in for a kiss while Savannah watched.

Watching them made you feel like you never belonged there at all. They didn’t even acknowledge your presence; not even the rest of Jigsaw’s members paid any attention to you. You used to hate being the audience because of how much envy coursed through your veins.

With how you dedicated most of your time to Billy, he should have treated you like his queen. Not even Savannah nor Amber worked their asses off to make sure that he was taken care of, it was always you who stood by him.

Now, you still hated being the audience but instead of envy, it was regret that overtook your entire being.

Regret for spending the last few years pining over the wrong man who never spared you a glance and regret for tolerating his awful treatment of you that you don’t deserve. However, along with the regret came the enlightenment that made you easily decide that maybe, it was time for you to set yourself free from delusion.

Billy Russo was no king for treating you like trash, but he was a fool for thinking that you were too blinded by your admiration for him to stay loyal.

“Let me show you how I’d treat my queen.”

Bucky’s words rang in your ear as you stood there, feeling like a fly on the wall. Your hands clenched into fists as you watched Billy, your admiration for him slowly turning into abhorrence.

If you were truly a queen, you sure as hell was going to claim your throne even if it meant sitting next to a different king.

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No, this is not a series but yes, there will be a filthier part 2

[p0pstars]

GRAND GESTURES

—SUMMARY

A compilation of different interviews Singer!Y/n does over the year.

A/N: I hope you enjoy this fic! It’s a bit different to what a normally write so I would love some feedback from you all, let me know how you liked it! Ceo!Harry Styles x Singer!Reader now have me in a chokehold.

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JUNE 2017

“Welcome back to the late late show! I’m your host, James Cordon and I’m joined today with former child star, turned up-and-coming singer, Y/n Y/l/n and marvels beloved Sebastian Stan!” James introduced Y/n and Sebastian who were both seated on the couch, they gave him and the audience a wide smile and a polite wave.

“Now, I’ll start with you Y/n, you’ve had some major success in the past from being in the film series, Harry Potter. What was that experience like for you?” James asked, a montage of moments from the Harry Potter movies playing on one of the many screens in the room.

“I guess you could say it was quite magical. All jokes aside, It was an experience of a lifetime. I made life long friends and also had a blast. I would do anything to experience that again” Y/n smiled as she answered the question, the crowd awing in the back.

“It sure looked like a blast. I felt as if I’ve watched you grow up into the amazing woman you are now through those movies. And now you’ve moved on from acting, right?”

“Well, my main focus right now is on music, I would love to get back into acting but maybe in a couple of years. If I could get to do a movie with Sebastian then that would be a great comeback” Y/n joked making Sebastian laugh, she giggled in return, nervously. She was after all sat next to her celebrity crush.

“I’ll see what I can do. I think marvel would love you” Sebastian replies and y/n gives him a smile.

“I would love to work with them. I’m available anytime” she states making James laugh.

“I thought you said you weren’t acting for a couple of years”

“It’s a different story with marvel”

“Understandable. Now, you released your debut single last week and wow, congratulations, it’s number 1 on billboard hot 100 making you the youngest artist to ever achieve that. How does that make you feel?”

“It makes me feel so overwhelmed with love and support. I genuinely can’t believe that this is happening seeing as I wrote that song so mindlessly about some stupid crush I had”

“Well, I guess that stupid crush made you a megastar”

“You could say that” Y/n replied with a giggle before James moved his questions onto Sebastian.

°•°❀°•°

JULY 2018

“Welcome back to the Late Late show! Today, im joined again with Y/n Y/l/n. You’ve probably seen her face plastered on all the biggest magazines and billboards and last year she even won her first Grammy for her debut album. How have you been, Y/N, it’s been a while since I’ve last saw you and I can tell that a lot has changed?” James asked, he held some cards in his hands and a gentle smile was plastered on his face.

“I’ve been doing good, currently writing my second album so that’s been a lot of fun. How have you been James? I feel like none of your guests ask you that” Y/n questioned, a genuine look on her face as she saw James chuckle.

“Well I’ve been good thank you. You know, just catching up with a bunch of celebs on a daily”

“Sounds hectic”

“It’s a lot more exciting then you might think. Now about this new album, I’ve heard you’ve got a muse now, is that right?” James asked, a cheeky look on his face as Y/n felt her cheeks heat up. She knew there were pictures out there of her and her latest boyfriend but she didn’t think she was going to be asked about it in an interview.

“I wonder where you’ve heard that from James” she giggles, trying to hide the panic in her eyes. Harry Styles, her new boyfriend and also CEO of the beauty brand Pleasing, was a low-key kind of person, he didn’t like the public much so was always on the down low and if someone was to disturb his peace, let’s just say they would never attempt to do so again after.

“Well, from these pictures” James pulled out a card from his stack in his hands and showed the picture of Harry and Y/n holding hands as they walked, to the crown and Y/n. Harry was, as usual, in a white suit [X] and Y/n was dressed in a yellow summer dress [X]

“Well yeah, I guess you could say he’s my muse” she smiled, thinking it’s better to let the world know sooner rather than later.

“Wow so you’re going out with Mr.Harry Styles, the CEO of pleasing?”

“Yes James, I’m surprised we didn’t get caught any earlier” y/n chucked.

“Now this is a power couple if I’ve ever seen one, good for the both of you. How did you meet?”

“Thank you! My team rented out one of his buildings for a new music video of mine and honestly the rest is history”

“Sounds like a meet cute. I genuinely can’t wait for this new album now, I’m sure there’s going to be a lot of insight into your relationship”

“I guess there is” Y/n smiled as James started the next segment which required her to do the spill your guys or fill your guts challenge.

°•°❀°•°

AUGUST 2021

“Hello Y/n! A lot has happened since the last time we’ve spoken, how have you been? How’s lockdown treating you?” James asked, Y/n was sat in a room that looks like a study, she had to do this interview over Zoom due to not being able to travel.

“Hey, James! A lot has definitely happened, I’ve been alright though, I’ve escaped covid as off right now. Lockdown has been rough on everyone, I’m thinking of y’all watching at home! How have you been James? It feels as if it’s been forever since I’ve last spoken to you” Y/n replies, a smile on her face, she was wearing a bright red lipstick, it was Harry’s favourite.

“I’ve been doing well, glad I could provide some entertainment for all the people stuck at home! But I have one complaint to make”

“Uh oh, what is it?”

“How dare you not tell me that you’re now engaged! Congratulations, Mr.Styles seems to have put a ring on it” James chuckled, his eyes bright and sweet. He was genuinely happy for Y/n, especially since her last album which really put their loving relationship into perspective for everyone.

“Thank you, I guess it happened quite unexpectedly and I was just in shock. We kept it quite private, just a blissful time for the both of us, you know?” Y/n asks and James nods.

“Yeah, I get what you mean. Now can we see the ring? Twitter has been going crazy over it” James asks and Y/n giggles before showing off her left hand which supported the ring [X]

“Now, ladies and gentlemen, that is what you call a rock. Congratulations once again Y/n, I’m sending my congratulations to Harry as well. For a man that’s very low-key, he sure did go big with the ring” James joked making Y/n laugh.

“Grand gestures are his thing eventhough he’s a bit antisocial”

“Have you ever given him a grand gesture?” James asks, loving the dynamic between the couple.

“I guess you could say this is a grand gesture” Y/n slowly stood from her seat, so that the rest of her body came into the shot, showing a perfect bump. Her hand came to rest ontop of it and her soft chuckle could be heard from the mic.

“No way! Y/n, you’re definitely breaking the internet tonight. Congratulations! An engagement and a baby, I’m so happy for you. This definitely made my August a lot better”

“Thank you so much, I was meant to keep it a secret for longer because as you know, Harry loves privacy but that just seemed like the perfect way to announce this” Y/n replies as she took a seat again, her heart beating fast within her chest. It was scary announcing something like this to the world but she knew she had the support of not only her fans but of her fiancé, Harry, too.

[starshipsofstarlord]

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

Requested ✖️

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.

[lipstickbisous]

a seb stan dad headcannon please? we just gotta know 😫

i think about dad!seb so often and it does things to me. again, i used google translate so correct any mistakes!

papa - s.s.

SUMMARY: a headcanon for sebastian as a father!

WARNINGS: nothing too bad, mentions of pregnancy, anxiety, fluff

the following work is my own writing. do not plagairise or copy and paste my works onto another platform. message me about credit.

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your pregnancy had literally been a rollercoaster of emotions, but especially for your husband. seeing your stomach swell with his kid was heart-warming and reassuring and hot but it was also terrifying.

9 months of this? no, thanks. seb was more impatient than ever--when you approached the end of your third trimester, he'd be frantically asking "did you feel anything?" and "is it happening?" every hour.

he would definitely be the type of husband who would watch over you like a hawk--he'd cautiously plan your meals and the nutritional values, he'd map out different workouts and every other day you'd take a mile walk around your neighborhood.

when your water did break, i don't think sebastian would notice it. he'd still be oblivious to the panicked look on your face and would just pass you the bowl of fresh popcorn, eyes completely fixated on the movie you'd picked for that night.

"honey," you spoke warily, arching a brow as your hand flew to your bump. "i don't think i need popcorn right now..."

and still, he wouldn't notice. maybe he'd laugh at a funny scene and respond, "cravings? what is it, love, we don't have anymore chocolate mil-" and just then his eyes would turn over to you, noticing the darkness of your pants and the puddle forming in the couch cushions

soon enough, the popcorn would end up spilled over the floor and he'd scoop you up in his arms, carrying you to the car. he'd run back into the house to retrieve the duffel bag you'd packed for this day. and he speeds past all of the limits to the hospital, it's a miracle you weren't pulled over.

you'd be in labor for about 14 hours total, and waiting 5 five hours to dilate completely would take its toll. you leaned over furniture, lied in bed, occasionally would try to rest in the bathtub, but the contractions were never-ending. it was torture for sebastian to see you like this. "it's all for him." you'd remind your husband, only to hoarsely yell from a new cramp.

"or her." he'd correct you, quick to be by your side and aid you to the hospital bed.

and finally

it was here. everything you'd been waiting for for 9 months. it had been painful and sebastian had been extremely impatient, but it was becoming clear what the purpose of all your sleepless nights and restless days was.

sebastian could've sworn you broke every fragment and bone in his hand. somehow, giving birth gave you an entire new strength he'd never seen before. but watching your child be born was beautiful and absolutely horrifying. he got to see it like he was in first-row and nothing--nothing--was ever going to wipe that from his memory.

you'd be asleep for at least 10 hours, occasionally being awoken by nurses checking in or to get up and use the bathroom. you'd look over to see sebastian snoring away on the couch

and after you wake from your long rest, the sight is enough to make you cry.

it's extremely cold and the air is dry in the hospital room, so sebastian has a thick, wool, blanket wrapped around himself and you find he must've placed one on top of you at some point during your nap. you can't make out what he's holding at first, but his eyes are looking down at a bundle of something in his arms. he's got a smile played out on his lips and it's almost like nothing else in the whole world matters.

and when the cloudiness in your hearing disappears, you can just barely make out what his voice is saying in a hushed whisper.

"atât de perfect." so perfect. "și sunteți cu toții ai mei." and you're all of mine. "a noastră și a nimănui altcuiva." ours and no one else's. "mama ta te iubește foarte mult." your mother loves you very much. "a muncit atât de mult pentru tine, așa că o iubești înapoi, bine?" she worked so hard for you, so you love her back, okay? "dragostea mea în toată lumea, într-o singură persoană." my love in the whole wide world all in one little person.

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[harrietbarnesblog]

Plan?

Warning: making out, bad writings as usual.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader

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You sat by the pool with your feet inside the water in your bikini that fit your body perfectly. The sun shined made your skin look brighter than ever.

you casually watched Sebastian swim around with Chris and Anthony.

How can a person be so hot? Was all you can think of whenever you think of Sebastian or see him.

You wished you could let your hands roam around his abs, touch his lips with yours.

"You got some drool dripping down your chin." Scarlett said, snapping you out of your daydream.

Your hands flew to your chin checking if there was really drool. But there wasn't.

Scarlett laughed at you.

"Oh Fuck off." You said, playfully slapping her on her arm.

"You should tell him. How long are you gonna just watch him, and act like you don't get butterflies and shits when you see him?"

"I…um… forever?"

"Hello guys, what are you talking about?" Elizabeth said as she joined you both.

"Nothing." You said at the same time Scarlett said "about y/n's crush on Sebastian."

"I don't have a crush on him." You lied.

"Oh yeah?" Lizzie asked.

"Yeah."

Lizzie whispered something in Scarlett's ears and Scarlett whispered something back.

Scarlett turned to search for Chris. When he caught her eye it was like he had some telepathic thing going on he turned and made eye contact with her. They gave some kind of signal to each other. Chris turned and whispered something in Anthony's ear. Anthony nodded in reply.

You watched as Chris said something to Sebastian and they all got out of the pool. They started to walk in your direction.

Scarlett and Lizzie got up.

"Y/n, can you get up for a moment?" Lizzie asked you.

"Why?"

"Just get up."

You pulled your leg out of the water and stood up. When you stood up Sebastian, Chris and Anthony were there.

Sebastian was standing directly opposite to you.

You bend down to pick up your drink you were having. You lost balance (more like some one pushed you) and fell behind into the pool. Sebastian who was trying to prevent you from falling was also pulled into the pool with you.

Sebastian reached up and pulled you by your hands helping you to come up. Breathing heavily and still floating in the water you both made eye contact.

"I really want to kiss you right now." Sebastian said slowly.

Nervously you turned to look at Scarlett and Lizzie but they weren't there. No one was there. Just you and Sebastian.

You turned back to Sebastian.

"Do it." You whispered.

Sebastian brought his lips to yours. Butterflies erupted in your stomach. His hands rested on your ass. Your hands around his neck.

You deepened the kiss. His and your tongue danced together. He moved his hands slowly, dragged it up to your waist and squeezed it.

His lips moved away from your lips. He bit your ears and started kissing all over your neck.

One of your legs hooked around one of his legs.

"I have also thought about this, doll." Sebastian said taking a handful of your breast and squeezing it.

You two were interrupted by Chris clearing his throat.

You pushed away from each other. They all stood there grinning like an idiot.

You got out and walked, pushing past everyone.

"I guess our plan worked." Anthony and Chris said.

"Plan?" Sebastian asked.

"Yeah we planned this for a week. But it would have been awkward if you didn't try to catch when she was about to fall." Lizzie said.

You were listening to all this conversation. You were Angry at them. Even though you were angry at them you were glad that their plan worked.

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[midnightbabylon]

Lover

summary: A year later, Sebs and your life completely changed. Today is the long-awaited court visit to make your divorces final. And maybe you have some advice for the future of the new couple.

pairing: Sebastian Stan x fem!reader

word count: 1.7k

warnings: none just fluff

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"Are you ready?" Sebastian stuck his head through the bedroom door and looked to you. "Oh damn." he breathed loudly. "What, does it look stupid? Do I look fat?" Suddenly you doubted your appearance in the mirror. "No! You look fantastic darling." He stood behind you and put his hand on your growing belly. Since you were with Sebastian, you were much more relaxed and frisky than in the years before. You deserved a beautiful life with a wonderful partner. You often talked about the future. A child together and a wedding would seal your happiness forever. But whether it was that easy. After the whole story with Patrick, you were afraid. After many self-doubts and dark evenings in Sebastian's arms, you went to see another specialist. He happily informed you that you were both fertile. For weeks, your values were checked and miraculously, you quickly became pregnant. The day you held the positive test in your hand was now almost 5 months ago. You thought a few years ago that this day would never come. All the greater was the joy of showing Sebastian the test crying as soon as he walked through the door. How quickly the time passed. This weekend there would be a gender reveal party. Friends and family were coming to celebrate with you and Liam. It felt like a dream. Sebastian fiddled with the black fabric and brought you back to reality. The black trouser suit hugged your figure flatteringly. You hadn't worn make-up for weeks. But you dressed up for the occasion. If you were going to get out of this divorce, then at least with the last bit of dignity that Patrick had left. Then you can also show him what he is missing. What he gave up for an affair that he then impregnated. You are better. You can be happy and free. You have earned it. It took a really long time to admit that to yourself. The love of your life was now by your side and you will spend the next struggles in life side by side. "Let's go." You bit your lip anxiously and went into the third door on the right in the hallway. "Liam honey, we have to go now. Take a snuggie with you if you want." You went further into the hall to get the jackets. Sebastian stroked his son's curls encouragingly. Today was a hard day for the four-year-old. Victoria made it really hard for Sebastian to get a divorce. For months she went on holiday with Patrick, so she was not available. When she was finally ready, the big custody battle started. Sebastian wanted sole custody but Victoria foiled all his plans. The saddest thing was that she disowned Liam as her son. She no longer visited him or had him over. Today, a court would make a decision based on the evidence and the testimony of some relatives and acquaintances. You were one of those who spoke out. You felt unbelievably sorry how a mother could treat her own child like that. Liam was such a special little boy. He had so much love in his heart. You tried your best to be there for him, he was a daddy's child either way. But you couldn't and wouldn't replace his mother.

The journey to the court did not take long. The bright sun made it particularly hot again. In the car park, you reached for a water bottle and looked at the car parked next to you. "Seb your mother is here." Thirsty, you drank half of the bottle and hugged Georgeta warmly. "You look great!" she hugged her son and grandson in turn. "Thank you. I feel all bloated but when this is finally all behind us it will be a massive weight off my mind." She smiled warmly and put on a pair of black sunglasses. "Let's go in then." Sebastian took Liam in his arms and led the way. They were already standing in the hallway outside the courtroom. Patrick whispered softly to Victoria as she pushed the buggy back and forth. She raised her eyes and stared at us grimly. Sebastian's lawyer appeared behind you and distracted you. When the time came, we went into the courtroom. Respectfully you looked around before you had to take your seat. The judge entered the courtroom and began the proceedings. When it was your turn to testify, you were sweating like a waterfall. Your hormones were going crazy because of your pregnancy. Sebastian and Victoria sat at two separate tables in the middle of the room. He gave you an encouraging look as you sat at the podium. An hour later, all the fuss was over. Liam wept bitterly as you left the room. Sebastian pressed a kiss to your temple and walked hand in hand with you towards his ex-wife. "Hey. Even though I have sole custody, I still want you to know that you can visit him whenever you want. He's your firstborn Victoria." You squeezed his hand lightly. "First of all, congratulations," you said softly and looked briefly at the sleeping newborn. "Thank you. That really means a lot to me." Victoria said, her expression even showing remorse and some sadness. "I or rather we..." she said as Patrick came up behind her protectively. "Made a lot of mistakes and never apologised for them. I am ashamed of what we have done to you. There are better ways to not want to be with someone anymore. It's nice that you found each other and can be happy..like we are."

"Thank you for your words. We wish you the best and hope you don't make the same mistakes again. Be grateful for what you have. Family is so important." Sebastian turned away and you looked once more at Patrick. "Patrick wait." Victoria excused herself to calm the crying baby. "Please do me a favour and grow up. Take good care of them both. Treat her better. I hope you have learned something from this." You smiled sadly at him. "Farewell." He nodded appreciatively. "Thank you for all these years, even if I was not a good husband and not a good partner for you. I can never make it up to you, but I wish you all the luck in the world." Tears came to your eyes. It was a great goodbye. You watched the three of them leave and went to your own family. You watched blissfully as Sebastian threw Liam through the air. His giggle filled the entire hallway. Your most desired dream could now come true. Gratefully you closed your eyes and took Sebastian's hand.

Two Years Later.

There was a gentle knock. "They're all waiting for you." You had to breathe in and out deeply. The emotions were going extremely crazy today. "I'm ready," you said to your mother and she opened the door so your father could look at you. Tears glazed his eyes and he held his hand in front of his face. "My God, you are beautiful." Your hands were shaking. " Dad please. I cannot cry." He handed you your bouquet and your mother left quickly. "Come now. You don't want to miss your own wedding." You laughed and nodded. "I'm ready." The white fabric blew lightly in the wind. All your loved ones were gathered. And there he stood. In a tailored grey suit. He looked so impossibly handsome. He had grown a three-day beard just for you. How you loved that damn beard. When your eyes met, the world stopped for a second. He sniffled and squinted his eyes. Your father handed you over to your almost groom with a smile. "If you start crying now, I'm going to have a waterfall on my face," you murmured softly to Seb, who grinned cheekily and wiped his finger under his eyes. "I'm completely innocent." The registrar looked at you and waited for your sign. "Let's start the beginning of our eternity," you said firmly. The ceremony was wonderful. You had to cry at your respective vows. What a miracle. He whispered such wonderful words to you and made you a promise that will never come close to any other promise in the world. After a few hours, your feet were now aching. At the bridal table you took off your high heels and drank a sip of water. How can your own wedding be so exhausting. Of course you've had one before, just like Sebastian. However, you've been keeping a little secret for weeks. "There's my beautiful wife," a voice sounded behind you. You got a wet kiss on the cheek and had to giggle. "Hello, very handsome husband." He sat down next to you. "How are you Mrs Stan?" He wiggled his eyebrows, making you laugh. "My feet hurt." Without another word he grabbed your ankles and placed them on his thighs. He massaged the sore spots and you closed your eyes in pleasure. "I was just with Liam and Georgie. My mother fed them and your mother is playing with them in the children's corner." Your gaze went in that direction and you grinned widely. "My dad has a pink crown on his head. I never thought I'd see that again in my life." Seb brushed a strand of hair out of your face "Life as a princess can be exhausting my dear." “As big siblings, too.” You were hoping he’d understand the news. He pulled his eyebrows together in amazement. “We don’t have any siblings and Liam is just-“ he hesitated and looked at you with big eyes. “No.“ he breathed softly. You couldn’t hide your smile anymore. At the same time, you were nervous. “I’m going to be a dad?" "I'm in the 13th week. I wanted to tell you on your honeymoon, but I think now was the perfect time." He looked at you with so much love and immediately knelt down to kiss your belly. "Liam will be an even better big brother and Georgie will be a super great big sister." He kissed your belly over and over again. "I love you so much." he murmured softly and looked up at you. "I love you so much more." He jumpep up like he was insane and threw his hands in the air. As he started to cheer loudly you shook you head. Your are gonna spend the rest of your life with this weirdo. Have fun.

THE END

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pairing: sebastian stan x reader

warnings: alcohol consumption, language, nothing else really, it’s just really fluffy i think

word count: 1905

a/n: okay so my other stuff is coming, i stg, i’m just in the middle of finals and moving out of my dorm, and starting a new job, so i’m a bit stressy right now, but i’m getting there loves.

so if this one isn’t as good as it could be that’s why, but i’m hoping to add on to it later

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xoxo ray

ray’s m.list

You were currently at your best friend’s birthday party, polishing off your third overfull glass of wine. Your best friend threw her hands above her head, shouting out “Shots on me!” She thrusted a shot glass in your hand, encouraging you to toss back the liquid. You set down your wine glass, picking up the smaller cup, not caring about the flashing cameras around you.

“I’m so glad you were able to get free from your oh so lavish lifestyle as a celebrity to come hang out with little ‘ol me!” She had to continue to shout for you to hear her over the loud music blasting through the club speakers. She grabbed your arm, pulling you towards the bathrooms. “Are you getting ready to go? The sound system is giving me a headache.” You smiled at her, grabbing your phone from your clutch.

“Absolutely, babes. Let me order the Uber and then we can go.” You held onto your phone tighter, walking up to the bar to settle your tab. “Hey, Gabe!” Gabe, one of the bartenders, turned to you.

“Hey, Y/N!” He went to grab a bottle of your favorite wine to uncork it, but stopped when you held your hand up.

“Just settling up and heading out.” You passed your black AmEx card over the counter to his waiting hand.

“You’re missin’ out, Y/N. The party is just getting started here.” You shook your head at the man.

“Nah, I’m celebrating my best friend’s birthday tonight, so this is her call.” He slid your card back to you, watching you push it into the slots of your clutch. “We’re getting outta here, but that doesn’t mean our party is ending.” You winked at him, meeting up with your companion. You linked arms with her, leading the way through the crowd. It was cold outside, which didn’t mean good things for you because of your almost too short dress. The Uber stopped beside the curb, rolling their window down for you to double check. You climbed in beside your friend, scooting closer to increase your warmth. The ride to your apartment wasn’t too long, thankfully because Uber’s creeped you out, no matter how safe you were.

Walking into your apartment was difficult to say the least. You both were stumbling the entire way to the elevator and then stumbling into your couch cushions. The two of you managed to make it to your bedroom, swapping out your tight garments for some more ill fitting attire. That was not before you took an absurd amount of photos together in your bathroom mirror. You sat across from each other on the black couch in your apartment, sifting through the pictures of the two of you. Your best friend was leaned over your shoulder, watching as you scrolled through.

“Oo! That one!” She pointed at the screen quickly, stopping your scrolling. It was of you holding the phone, leaning backward staring at the phone in your hand. Your best friend was facing you, her bare back displayed from the deep dip in the back of her dress. “We look so hot.” You both shared a look and then burst into a fit of laughter. You posted the picture to your Instagram, tagging your best friend in the corner, wishing her a happy birthday. She slid away from your, covering her lower half with a blanket.

“You want a water?” You asked as you rose from your spot on the couch. She smiled big at you.

“Can I convince you to mix up some margaritas?” Her bottom lip rolled inwards, waiting for  your response. You rolled your eyes, shaking your head before opening your liquor cabinet. You pulled down bottles of triple sec and tequila, reaching into your freezer for the bag of strawberries and limeade. You brought your Ninja Bullet out to make individual margaritas for both you and your drunk friend. Walking back over to her with containers in hand, you plopped opposite her on the couch.

“You’re literally the bestest ever.” She slurped on the drink through her swirly straw. The conversation faded between the two of you, allowing the both of you to go through your socials. “Did you see that Lizzo got a message back from Chris Evans the other day?” You laughed at her question, remembering your reaction to Lizzo’s TikTok.

“Mhm. Can you imagine getting a reply back from one of those hunks of men?” She shook her head while guzzling her margarita.

“I can’t, but I bet you can.” You scrunch your brows at her and she groaned. “You’re a celebrity too, dumbass. Girl, the amount of times that I’ve gotta remind you of that is insane.” You laughed at her, rolling your eyes.

“Babes, just because I’m quote, unquote famous, doesn’t mean that I’m on their level.” She pointed a finger at you.

“Hey, just shoot your shot, Y/N.”

“I literally don’t even know which one I would DM.” Your best friend scoffed loudly.

“Bullshit!” You choked at how loud she yelled. “You don’t know who you would DM? I know who you would DM in a fucking heartbeat.” You looked over at her with raised brows and in unison you said. “Sebastian Stan.” “Sebastian Stan.”

“Mm, he is a six foot tall Romanian God.” You shook your head while fake moaning, your friend laughing in the background. She reached for your phone before you could protest, typing away on your keyboard, smiling mischievously. She thrust the phone back into your hands, the empty DM screen of imsebastianstan on Instagram staring back at you.

“All you gotta do is send something.” She smiled at you while you glanced down at your phone screen nervously. You began typing something quickly then locked the screen, placing it facing downward on your lap, a giggly smile resting on your face. She scooted closer to you, folding her legs up to her chin. “Wait! What did you say?” You unlocked your phone, showing her the screen. She laughed at your message, drinking the rest of her margarita.

y/n.y/l/n: hi, i’m y/n and you’re the love of my life ;) <3

“That’s so fucking good, oh my God.” She glanced at the clock on your phone. “Oh girl, we’ve gotta go to sleep.” You checked it as well, dropping your head into your hands.

“Mhm, you’re right.” You stood from your spot, holding your hand out to your friend to help her up. “Let’s go to sleep.” You both crashed on your king sized mattress underneath your white fluffy duvet. You were about to drift off to sleep, when your best friend’s voice floated into your ears.

“Do you think he’s gonna reply to you?” Her voice was slurring more and more from the amount she drank and the sleep weighing on her mind. You smiled at her, it was a long shot that he would even see it, much less reply.

“We’ll have to see, babes.” She didn’t reply to you as you both fell off into a dreamless abyss.

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The sun streaming into your room woke you up in the morning, light hitting your eyelid just right. You blinked harshly, bringing your hand up to block the glare. A groan escaped your lips, stretching out from your best friends grip. “Fuck me.” You held your head in your hand, groaning about the headache blossoming at the nape of your neck. You left the bed, pulling a sweater over your tank top to catch some warmth. You tucked your phone into the waistband of your shorts. You padded into the kitchen, grabbing your Advil bottle, dumping two pills into your hand. You got a glass of water, settling down on the couch after gulping down the headache medicine.

You opened your phone while basically inhaling your water. Your memories of last night were fuzzy, you drank quite a bit. Did you drink too much? Maybe… but did you regret it at all? Not a second of it. You had the best time hanging out with your best friend. You check your Instagram post, replying to several different comments. A red bubble was pinned over your DM button in the corner. You tilted your head in curiosity, wondering who messaged you now. You swiped over, eyes widening at the new message.

imsebastianstan: Hi, Y/N. I’m Sebastian, thank you for professing your love to me.

The feeling of panic running through your veins didn’t last long, A gigantic smile spread accompanied by a giggle. What the fuck do you do now? Your fingers hesitated over the keyboard, thinking through what you want to say back.

y/n.y/l/n: hello sebastian, what do ya say we  figure out if it’s a match :)

You sent the message before you could chicken out, locking the phone shortly after, shoving it in your waistband. You got up, refilling your glass of water, leaning against your granite countertop, tapping your fingers impatiently. You squealed as you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket.

imsebastianstan: What do you have in mind?

y/n.y/l/n: 917-555-0545 <3

Oh my god, you can’t believe you just did that. Holy shit, what are you thinking? Maybe this will all work out in your favor. You really had nothing to lose but your dignity, right? A disturbance in the peace to the right of your caught your attention.

“Why the hell are you up so early? We drank last night, that’s an excuse to sleep in, you fuck baffoon.” Her hair was tousled on top of her head, shirt hanging off one shoulder. You turned your phone around, thrusting it towards her face.

“There’s been recent developments on the Stan front.” Her brows raised, face becoming shocked.

“Oh. My. God. Are you fucking serious?” She snatched the phone away from your hand quickly to scroll through the messages. “You gave him your number?” She yelled at you as she stretched across the couch, laying her head in your lap. Your phone buzzed in her hands and her eyes widened to unbelievable proportions. “Bitch, you just got a text from an unsaved number.”

“Shut the fuck up.” You looked at the phone in her hands. “I didn’t think he was actually going to text me, I sent it as a joke! What’s it say?”

“How are we going to figure this out?” You both shared a look, shrieking enthusiastically. “Y/N! Sebastian Stan texted you!” She jumped up and down on your couch, pulling you up with her.

“What do I say back?” You held the phone against your chest, staring expectantly at your best friend. She shook her head at you.

“Nuh-uh girl. This is all you.” She held her hands up in surrender. You looked down at your keyboard, the blinking cursor waiting for instructions.

“Okay, okay, how ‘bout, ‘discuss over coffee?’” You looked at your best friend for approval, still standing on your couch. You sent the message after she nodded. A message bubble popped up, three blinking dots inside.

There’s a coffee shop on 8th street,  just outside of Washington State Park.

wanna meet up around three?

I’ll be there, Y/N.

You turned to your best friend, holding the phone to your chest. “Babes.” She raised her brows, waiting. “I have a fucking date with Sebastian Stan!” You both squealed, excited for what would happen on your date.