#sebastian stan lust squad

[jobean12-blog]

Quiet, Please

Pairing: Chris Beck x reader

Word Count: 825

Summary: Beck comes to the library to help you study...

Author’s Note: This is for HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club​ continuation of drunk drabbles and the awesome prompt below sent in by @prunes-said-bucky​ I and for the character appreciation day and my most favorite space nerd ever....CHRIS BECK! I hope you enjoy this! Thank you all for reading and much love always! ❤❤❤

Warnings: flirting, light teasing, fingering, light dirty talk, smut (18 + only please)

The library is quiet other than the soft turn of a page here and there and the distant shuffle of feet. You sat at the small table hidden in the back and tried to focus on your Biochem studies. Shaking your head to clear it you look back down at your book, mindlessly tapping the pencil to the page. Much to your frustration, your mind continues to wander off, mostly to a pair of ocean blue eyes and a sweet smile.

Almost as if you’ve summoned him your phone dings with a text from Beck. “Hey y/n, where are you? I’ve got caffeine and sugar to help you study.” Your fingers type your reply while your mind revisits your thoughts from earlier. He informs you he’ll be there in five, so you tidy up the table and try to wait patiently.

Beck appears from around the corner of the bookshelves, coffee and treat box in hand and wearing the smile you’ve been daydreaming about. “Hi.” He sets everything down and sits next to you, his thigh brushing yours while he takes off his jacket. “Hey, Beck, thanks for coming.” Smiling, he hands you a coffee and looks down at your books. “How’s it going?”

Dropping your head with a sigh you laugh, “it’s going. Nowhere. I can’t focus for shit.” He takes a sip of his drink then places it down, draping his arm over your chair and pulling the book closer to him. “Let’s see. I can definitely help with this stuff.”

For the next hour you watch Beck talk animatedly about the topic, his eyes bright and his hands flying every which way. You’re completely entranced but unfortunately, it’s more with him than the information. “Hello. Earth to y/n?!” His warm fingers caress your shoulder and it snaps you from your lusty thoughts. His face is much closer now and you can’t help the way your eyes drop to his lips.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” you whisper, trying desperately to remember what he was talking about. “You haven’t been paying attention at all, have you?” You swallow hard as you feel the blush creep up your neck. “I um, I…I’m distracted.” His voice drops low and he brings his lips to your ear, “by what?”

Finding some courage, you place your hand on his thigh, gently squeezing when you respond with, “you.” Grabbing your hand, he slowly drags it toward the bulge in his jeans, softly moaning when you close your eyes and run your hand over him. “That makes two of us.”

The next thing you know he’s pulling you from the bench and slipping around some bookshelves into a dark corner of the library. He pushes you against the shelf, pinning you there with his body as his warm breath fans over your cheek. “This is the Space Weather section. No one comes back here.” You instinctively roll your hips, trying to stay quiet when you feel how hard he is.

“Beck, what are you doing?” He answers your question with a kiss, his mouth hungry as he parts your lips with his tongue. “I’ve been thinking about this since the first time you walked into class. I can’t believe it took me so long to do something about it.” The words come out as whisper as his fingertips brush under the hem of your shirt.

He reaches under the material and brings his hand up to your breast, gently massaging it before pulling down the lace of your bra. You have to bite your cheek to stop from crying out when he rolls your nipple between his fingers, his lips trailing along your neck. “Fuck. This is so much better than studying.”

You grab at his jeans and try to undo them, your mind dizzy from his touch and making you fumble with the button. When you finally get them loose you dip your hand inside and rub over his substantial length. His groan rumbles in your ear, his own hand sneaking below the waistband of your leggings. His finger circles your clit over the material of your underwear and his hips buck into your hand when he feels the dampness collecting there.

Pushing the material to the side he spreads you open and glides a finger through your folds, rubbing your arousal over your clit. You moan into his kiss and grab his shoulders to keep steady. Using his thumb to keep pressure in just the right spot he pushes a finger inside you and after swallowing your wanton moan, pushes a second in.

Your head falls to his shoulder as he slowly fucks you with his thick fingers and you try to muffle your sounds of pleasure in his neck. “Oh no no baby girl. Don’t cover your face, I want to hear you.” Lifting your head, you meet his heated gaze, your lips parted with heavy breaths. “Make me cum and I’ll make plenty of noise.”

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[borkybawnes]

Hairrrr

[solemncadaver]

BUCKT STANS HIS BIRTHDAY IS IN LITERALLY TWO DAYS COME ON FOOLS WE GOT THIS

[avocadosatlaw]

TWATWS IS FINALLY HERE AND I’M NOT OKAY.

[yuyungi]

Ok, so these 3 looks are incredible. ♡

[mrsmookie]

That's a whole lot of girls with no detectable heart beat. God damn it Sebastian...😍😍😍

@randomfandompenguin @racheo91 @beckygirl95 @fortheloveofjbbarnes @spacemansam @frickss75

[sebastian-stans-bitch]

I feel like I haven't shared some Sebby for a while so here you go..

Daddy

[thelovercaseguy]

you saw a beginning in me, ♥️

When all i could see was the end.

[existential-crisis123]

Honestly I’m not even shocked

[jobean12-blog]

Imagine sitting on beefy buckys lap while he fills out paper work and it ends with reader so fucked out she can’t walk or focus on anything so bucky has to carry her back to their room but they walk past Sam and he is like “😮 damn Barnes did u kill her” and Bucky is like “😏well fuck I might’ve” Next morning bucky wakes up to being tied to the headboard by reader for being so cheeky with Sam (cuz she heard everything)

Tied Up With Paperwork

Pairings: Beefy Bucky x reader

Word Count: 2,543

Summary: Bucky has some paperwork to finish up and you decide to go check on him. It starts out innocent enough...

Author’s Note: I combined the two above asks because they worked so well together! And this is for the @the-ss-horniest-book-club HBC’s 1.5k follower celebration and Choose your own Seb Sunday! Of course, I had to go with Bucky and Beefy Bucky because duh! Hope you all enjoy! It’s basically a smut dessert with a fluffy cherry on top! Thank you so much for reading! :) 

Warnings: Fluffy and sweet Bucky, SMUT oral sex (m and f receiving), light choking, vaginal sex, very light bondage (18+ eyes only ;)

You wake with a start, book laying across your chest and the blanket draped over you. You must have fallen asleep while reading on the couch in the common room. You sit up, looking for your bookmark but instead finding a small post it stuck to the current page of your book that reads, “hey, doll, you fell asleep, so I used my note to save your page. I’m in the office getting some paperwork done from the last mission. If I put it off any longer Steve will try to kick my ass (ha-ha). PS you look like an angel while you’re sleeping (and all the time). Love you.”

You smile and hold the note to your chest before gently tucking inside the book to save. You wander into the kitchen getting yourself a cold drink of water and deciding to check on Bucky in the office. You grab a glass of water for him and head down the hall, the door to the room slightly ajar, the soft lighting spilling into the hallway.

Just as you’re about to knock you hear his deep voice, “hey baby, come on in,” and you open the door to find him sitting behind the desk, his black hat on backwards to keep the hair out of his face and your favorite soft blue sweatshirt covering his wide chest and shoulders.

You hum in appreciation, “hi, Buck, how’s it going, just wanted to come say hi,” you say as you saunter over, wearing nothing but his tee shirt and a pair of underwear. “Just came to say hi, huh, that’s it?” he asks, a slight teasing tone to his voice.

Bucky pushes the chair away from the desk and motions for you to come sit on his lap. You practically skip over and jump onto him, curling up with your knees up by his stomach and your arms around his chest, “you’re so much comfier than the couch,” you whisper, burying your nose in his sweatshirt.

“I’m glad, doll, just sit right here and relax while I finish up,” he says as he easily pushes the chair back toward the desk and resumes his paperwork. You know he’s busy, but you can’t help yourself as your hands start to roam over his biceps and shoulders, gently brushing all the dips and swells of his muscles.

He clears his throat, placing a kiss to the top of your head and you giggle, unable to stop as you reach under his sweatshirt and lightly tickle his chiseled abs. You love how they contract under your touch and you feel him start to harden under you.

You decide the paperwork can wait, rocking your ass slightly on his lap, loving how much you’re affecting him. You start to place small kisses along his neck and jaw, his scruff tickling your lips and you moan at the feel and tell him, “I’m so glad you’re letting this grow in, I love how it feels.”

The words have barely left your mouth before he has you around the waist, standing and wrapping your legs around him. He doesn’t say a word, just carries you toward the door and pushes you against it, successfully shutting and locking it.

“I thought you were going to sit nice and relax, doll, let me finish up, hm?” he asks with a reprimanding tone, eyes dark with desire. “I don’t wanna sit nice or relax,” you sass back, rolling your hips into his cock, now fully hard under his shorts.

Bucky lets out a growl, pushing you harder into the door and causing it to creak and bow under his strength. “Don’t wanna sit nice, huh, doll, well in that case, I have some other ideas about what you can do...” he murmurs as his large hands knead the soft skin of your thighs.

You yank the hat off his head and card your fingers through his long hair, giving it a yank before leaning in to kiss him, “and what might those ideas be?” you ask. He silences you with a searing kiss then gently places you on your feet, “lean against the door, y/n,” he commands, and you do as you’re told, peering down at him through lidded eyes.

“Bucky, what are you….?” but the words die on your lips as reaches under the tee shirt, hooking his fingers into your underwear and slowly sliding them down your legs. He takes one of your legs, smoothing his hand down your calf as he places it over his shoulder, looking up at you, he says, “take that shirt off for me, doll.”

You grab the hem and lift it over your head, now completely bare before him. His breath hitches as he licks his lips, “you are so gorgeous, baby, I can’t wait to get my mouth on you,” he says, kissing and nipping your inner thigh.

His lips trail up your leg, his movements deliberate, and his beard scratches your sensitive skin in the perfect way, “fuck, Bucky, please baby, stop teasing me,” you cry out, hands grabbing onto his hair.

He looks up at you one last time, his eyes almost feral in appearance, then he buries his face between your legs. You can’t stop your hips from grinding into his face, the expert movements of his tongue making you see stars.

Just as he moves his focus to your clit, he pushes two fingers inside you, the combined stimulation making the coil in your stomach tighten and you’re crying out his name as you cum all over his face and fingers.

Your body trembles as your post orgasmic bliss courses through you, Bucky supporting your limp body and trailing kisses up your stomach and sucking on the soft flesh of your breasts. Your hands carelessly pull at his clothes, “you have way too much on, Buck,” you giggle as he uses his scruff to tickle your neck.

He lifts his arms so you can pull off his sweatshirt, your hands immediately caressing his bare skin before pushing his shorts down to pool at his ankles. You watch the substantial length of his cock bob free and lay against his abs.

Your mouth waters and you move to kneel but he stops you with his hand on your waist, “as much as I want my cock in your mouth, I need to fuck you, now baby,” he growls, cool metal flexing against your heated skin.

His tone leaves no room for argument and you stand back against the door, his hands moving up and massaging you breasts as he says, “wrap your legs around my waist, doll.” You do as you’re told and watch as he takes his cock in his hand and guides it toward your entrance.

You both watch as he disappears inside you inch by inch, the stretch such a pleasurable burn you’re sure your moans are loud enough to be heard in the hallway. Neither of you care as Bucky picks up the pace, any control he had lost the moment he felt your warmth surround him.

The door buckles under the pressure of his thrusts, his movements becoming more erratic with each passing second. His hands don’t stop roving over your body, squeezing your ass, kneading your thighs and breasts as his mouth leaves marks on your shoulders and neck.

“Bucky, I’m so close,” you manage to mutter before crashing your lips to his, biting and sucking as your body begins to tighten once again. “Fuck, doll, me too,” he murmurs against your lips as he reaches down to rub your clit, the sensation sending you over the edge to bliss as he follows a few seconds after.

He slowly pumps in and out of you as your bodies relax, finally pulling out and gently setting you on your feet. Thankfully his arm is around your waist for support as you collapse into his chest and he guides you back to the couch in the office.

He sits down, dragging you into his lap and burying his face in your hair, humming contentedly and whispering in your ear, “damn, y/n, there is nothing better than being inside you.” You moan at his declaration, a new wave wetness forming between your legs, “Bucky, are you trying to get me going again….because it’s working,” you say before shifting to plant your legs on either side of his thighs and gliding your wet core over him.

His eyes lose all trace of softness at your actions and without warning he grabs your waist and lifts you in one easy motion, impaling you on his cock, now hard and throbbing once again. “You want more, sweetheart, I’ll give you all you want until you beg me to stop,” he rumbles, his pace even more unrelenting than before.

Your skin feels as if it is on fire, your hands digging into his shoulders as you ride him to your third orgasm in the last hour.  You lean forward, your breasts brushing his chest with every bounce and sink your teeth into his ear lobe and whisper, “put your hand around my neck, Bucky, make me cum.”

The sound that leaves his mouth is nothing short of obscene as he trails his lips up your neck, his metal hand leaving your hip and delicately snaking around your throat. His eyes lock with yours in a silent request and you nod subtly, your own eyes full of trust.

He applies just the right amount of pressure to the soft column of your neck and your walls instantly clench around him, his next few thrusts all it takes to bring you over the edge once again. As he watches you come undone, his metal hand around your neck and your body bouncing beautifully on his cock his own orgasm crashes over him with a loud “fuck.”

You feel him fill you up, his warmth painting over your walls and dripping down to coat your thighs. “I love you, y/n, so much,” he quietly murmurs as he holds you close, his hands lightly caressing your back. “I love you too, Bucky, so much,” you repeat back, your smile sweet as you gently kiss his lips.

You stay curled up together on the couch for some time, your body physically spent but completely satisfied in every way. Bucky notices your eyelids start to droop as your breath evens out. He wants to take you to bed but needs to get you there unnoticed considering you’re both naked.

Realizing he is going to have to wake you to get you dressed he gently sets you down on the couch, carefully putting his sweatshirt over your head and his tee shirt and shorts on himself. He cradles you in his arms and you nuzzle into his neck as he quietly opens the office door and creeps out.

Just as he is passing the seemingly empty common room, he hears the shift of material against the couch and groans under his breath as Sam teases, “damn, Barnes, what did you do to your girl, she looks utterly fucked.” Bucky would have sent Sam flying if it weren’t for you in his arms so instead, he replies with a haughty, “she’s just completely and utterly satisfied Wilson, something I’m sure any girl of yours would know nothing about.”

Before Sam can come up with a snooty response Bucky whisks you down the hall and to your room, locking it and laying you on the bed. He grabs some water to leave on the nightstand and curls up behind you, his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you close, “goodnight doll, sleep well,” he whispers before his own body gives into his contented exhaustion.

The next morning you wake up feeling refreshed and happy, rolling over to see Bucky passed out in peaceful sleep, long eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks as he dreams. You smirk, thinking about last night and how amazing it was, and the words exchanged between him and Sam. A devilish thought pops into your mind, remembering that you never got to get his cock in your mouth because he “needed to fuck you, now.”

You quietly exit the bed, careful not to wake him and go to his closet to grab a few of his ties. You make quick work of shifting his sleeping form and tying each wrist and ankle to the bed. You can’t believe he hasn’t woken up yet, but you decide not to think about it too much and proceed to kiss down the trail of hair on his bare torso.

Once you reach his boxer briefs you slowly peel them down, his body now heated under your touch and starting to move. His half hard cock bobs free and lays against his perfect abs. You lick your lips at the sight as you take him in your hands and lightly massage his length, soft moans now escaping his lips.

You lean down to take the tip of his cock in your mouth, gently sucking and licking as you continue the motions with your hands. His eyes blink open, head turning as he takes in his current position, “fuck me, baby, what a way to wake up,” he says, mouth wearing a shit eating grin as you look up, giving him a firm squeeze.

“I woke up hungry,” you say, voice low and sexy, keeping your eyes locked on his as you take his full length into your mouth. His hips automatically buck, the ties preventing him from pushing himself up fully, “oh doll, did you really think this would hold me,” he chides, pulling at the soft silk fabric and causing the bed to groan under his strength.

“I’m going to get my fill whether you stay tied up or not, baby, so don’t you get all caveman on me,” you scold, before resuming your movements, his abs tightening deliciously as you work him over. You know he’s close, his cock throbbing in your mouth as the ties strain under his force.

He lets out a roar before he rips the ties from of the bed in one swift motion, grabbing your hair and guiding your head as his warm cum shoots down your throat. You swallow all of it, sitting up and demurely wiping your lips to give him your sweetest smile, “yummy,” you say before scooting up his body and laying on his chest.

“That might be the best way to wake up, ever!” he says, winking, his large hands roaming over your soft curves and lightly tickling your sides. “Bucky, I swear, if you start tickling me, I will kill you!” you yell at him, trying to grab his wrists but having little success.

He easily rolls over, using his weight to pin you to the mattress, “what was that, doll, you’ll do what now?” he teases, rolling his hips into yours, the feel of his hardening cock sending jolts of pleasure through you.

“Oh, fuck me,” you whimper out, rubbing your legs together to relieve some of the pressure before hearing him say, “all you had to do was ask, baby girl,” his voice laced with lust, as he covers your mouth with his. And boy did he ever.

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[borkybawnes]

Do that thing with you eyes

Let me see them lips

Attitude and give me face

Eyes, lips, face

And in this case

Hair, beard

Basically his freaking face omg

Sebastian Stan can get it

Sebastian Stan Via Instagram Stories

[beckygirl95]

@sebastiansloserclub @spacemansam @randomfandompenguin @mrsmookie @racheo91 @igothroughphasesalot @frickss75

Sebastian Stan for ‘Men’s Health’

[avocadosatlaw]

Formal Friday

@the-ss-horniest-book-club @fortheloveofjbbarnes @mrsmookie @spacemansam @anyoneforteaus @frickss75 @haloandfire @gamorarogers @vulgarvalyrian @randomfandompenguin @beckygirl95

[yuyungi]

@randomfandompenguin @mrsmookie @spacemansam @frickss75 @racheo91 @beckygirl95 @gamorarogers @vulgarvalyrian @that-is-americas-ass-you-know-it

[thelovercaseguy]

We should love ,

not fall in love💓

because everything

that falls , get broken 💔

thelovercaseguy 🔥

[jobean12-blog]

Hi! You're one of my favorite writers here and I'm always excited to read new content from you ❤ my first time requesting something ever but could I request a really fluffy fic with Bucky? I don't mind the plot I just need comfort because of my depression surviving a pretty fucked up suicide attempt and i just really need a Bucky in my life. Thank you so much if you decide to do this! It's really okay if you don't, I won't take it personally at all :)

Love Is

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 982

Summary: Bucky notices you’re going to do some self care and he decides to join in an help!

Author’s Note: Thank you so so so very much my sweet! I’m so happy you think so and that you would request something of me! I really hope this is ok and it’s something that makes you smile and feel happy! I also want you to know that I’m here should you ever need anything at all! Just reach out! You’re not alone! I’m sending you love always and I really hope you like this! Thank you all for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤

Warnings: soft fluffy love fluff, pampering, Bucky painting your nails and being cute, he does get a little sassy and sexy at the end ;) 

You walk into the living room, arms full of all sorts of goodies and Bucky jumps off the couch, helping you carry some. “Whatcha got here, doll?” he asks, taking some of the things that were about to fall and setting them down on the coffee table. “Well, I decided to do a little pampering today. I’m gonna paint my nails and do a foot soak, maybe a mask. Stuff like that.”

He gives you a warm smile, picking up a tube of foot lotion. Popping open the top he brings it to his nose for a sniff. “Hey, this smells pretty good! No wonder you always smell so nice!” You take it from his hands and replace it with your hand cream, “try this one.” He closes his eyes and inhales, “mmmmm, is it weird I want to eat it?”

With a laugh you shake your head, “nope, not at all. I should take you to Sephora or Ulta and have you walk around to smell everything, it’s heaven.” His eyes crinkle at the corners and you can’t help but lean in to kiss him. “I would go with you. As a matter of fact, how about I paint your nails? I probably won’t mess it up too badly.”

Sliding into his lap you wrap your arms around his neck, “really baby? That would be so nice! But I have to ask, can I do yours?” You giggle when his eyes widen but he quickly agrees with a shrug. “Sure, why not?” You sift through the colors you took out and decide on a sheer pinkish nude for your fingers and a brighter pink for your toes.

“You first, baby. I want to pamper you.” Bucky stands up and plops you down on the couch, plumping up some pillows so you can lay back. “Ok, get comfy. Now, I have no idea what I’m doing so I’m gonna need some coaching, but you just relax.” Snuggling down into the soft pillows you let out a sigh, your body already feeling calmer.

You instruct him on how to make the foot soak, giving him a thumbs up when you place your feet in the warm water. “This is lovely, Buck. Why don’t you put your feet in too?” He whips off his socks and places his feet over yours, gently lowering them into the water. “Oh wow, this is nice.” You sit together on the couch, leaning into each other with your eyes closed.

When the water starts to get cold, Bucky takes out his feet and dries them, doing the same for you and grabbing the lotion. He takes your feet in his lap and squirts some lotion into his hands, warming it up before rubbing it over your foot.

He uses just the right amount of pressure and your eyes close with pleasure as he massages your feet. “Oh, Bucky, you’re too good at this,” you moan, sinking further into the couch. When he’s done, he takes the nail file between his fingers, flipping it over and trying to figure out which side to use. You sit up and show him how to use it, smiling as he watches intently.

“That tickles!” you giggle, pulling your feet away every time he tries to file a nail. “OMG Bucky!” He now has your feet held down while he dances his fingers over the bottom of them, making you scream with laughter. He finally stops when you can’t get a word out, barely able to catch your breath. “Do they do that when you go to the nail salon,” he asks, still laughing.

“No! And they don’t give massages that are as good as yours either.” You can see him fluff up at your compliment and you laugh, throwing the nail polish at him. “This color please!” He looks it over and decides he likes it. “You have cute toes you know, polish or no polish.”

He unscrews the top and carefully takes out the brush, holding it between his fingers. “Your metal hand is cold, baby.” He looks up, smiling softly before pressing a button that warms it up. “Better?” he asks. You nod, loving how cute he looks with the tiny brush between his fingers while he paints. “What happens if I get some on your skin?” he asks, seeming nervous all of a sudden.

You sit up and look over at your toes, “oh don’t worry baby, just do this,” and you swipe your nail through the polish, so it wipes off. “Oh, cool, that’s easy. Thanks doll.” He continues painting your toes, brushing off some stray polish here and there.

“You look really cute right now. You know that.” His tongue is peeking out between his lips and his forehead is furrowed in concentration. “Thanks baby. I’m enjoying this. It’s relaxing for me too.” When he finishes one foot, he holds it up for you to see and your eyebrows practically shoot up into your hairline. “They look amazing! That’s it, you’re hired!”

He throws his head back in laughter and you wiggle your other foot in his lap. “One more to go.” He looks up, his features going from sweet to sinful in seconds. “You better stop wiggling that foot or you’re gonna have one set of toes that aren’t painted and the other one is gonna get ruined.” At first you don’t catch his meaning, but then your foot brushes over the bulge in his shorts and you pull in a breath.

Your lips form into an ‘o’ shape as you run the top of your foot over him again, making him growl. “Doll,” he warns, his voice deep. You grin deviously, “what? You have another foot to paint, don’t ya?” He slowly walks his metal fingers up your leg, stopping just above the hem of your shorts. “Well, then. You better behave until I’m done.”

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