#sebastian stan x latina reader

[sebsgirl71479]

Preview of my next bucky barnes story called Wedding Hijinx.

[cevans16]

I Did Not Recognize You

Summary: WARNING - SMUT

Sebastian as Tommy Lee is sending you to another planet. I am not romanticizing Tommy Lee, this is about Sebastian in that role.

“Hey doll, what time are you coming over?” Sebastian asked you on the other end of the line

“Hmmmm well I can come over before you guys wrap up for the day, I want to see you in your role, its so different” you said to him

“I can send you a picture...” he teased you, you can practically imagine his smirk by the tone of his voice

“No, I want it to be a surprise, but hey I gotta go, I’m meeting with my agent really quick” you said

“Okay love you, see you later” he replied before hanging up.

You and Sebastian had been dating for almost two years now, first meeting on set for Captain America Civil War, you two had been dating other people at the time but became good friends. Once you were both single for a while, you hit it off and have been together ever since. The rest of the cast knew somehow you and Sebastian would date eventually, you were just like magnets for each other. 

You had a quick meeting with your agent in downtown LA before heading towards Sebastian’s set. You walked in looking for him but had yet to spot him, you spotted Lily James first. Well you didn’t recognize her until she called out for you.

“(Y/N)!!!” she yelled your name

You looked around, recognizing her voice but not finding her until she waved at you. 

“Oh my gosh! I did NOT RECOGNIZE YOU!!!!” you said running over to her to give her a hug. She looked amazing dressed as Pamela Anderson.

“You look HOT!!!” you said twirling her

“Thank you! As do you, I know Sebastian is here somewhere, you haven’t seen him yet have you?” she asked smiling

“No, I wanted to see his outfit in person” you chuckled

“Well I think he’s somewhere over here, come with me” she said leading you to another side of the set

You walked past two sets, you saw someone leaning on one of the walls but you didn’t focus on their face. Lily gave you a quick tour of the set, she was obviously hiding something because she had a mischievous smile on her face.

“You’re up to something aren’t you?” you asked her

“Noooo” she said but smile even wider

You narrowed your eyes at her motioning the “I am watching you” towards her. You could see her laughing harder which then confused you until you felt someone grab your waist causing you to yelp. You turned around to see someone with black hair, shirtless, covered in tattoos and nipple piercings, you were going to push him away until you realized it was your Sebastian.

“Sebas-” you said in awe not even finishing his name

“Did you not recognize me?” he said laughing

“No! I didn’t even recognize Lily, holy shit, I’m not normally into this look but you look hot baby” you said to him, not even realizing that you were eyeing him up and down.

“I’m still here” Lily said laughing

“I’m sorry....you set me up...this is why you were giggling” you said to her

“He was watching us from the other side this whole time, we made a bet to see how long it would take you to notice him...thanks for the twenty bucks” she said, bringing out her hand to Sebastian

“You owe me twenty doll” he said to you as he handed her the money, rolling his eyes

“Not my fault you look entirely different, I’ve never seen you with black hair, it brings out your eyes more” you said ruffling his hair softly

“She’s more in love with you now, I have to go I’ll see you two later at the bar” Lily said walking away leaving you and Sebastian alone.

“Babe, I don’t know why I am digging this look on you” you smirked at him. He leaned down to give you a kiss, then playing with the string of the straps of your summer dress.

“I can make it permanent” he teased

“Please don’t but I do enjoy it, you look hot, you’re going to kill it as always” you said to him, “stop playing with my straps” you said playfully smacking his hand away, he scoffed at you before pulling you in for another kiss. 

“I need you right now” he whispered in your ear, “let’s go to my trailer?”

“Sebs isn’t the staff still here?” you asked

“No most of them are gone for the day” he said shrugging.

“What are you going to do to me?” you raised your eyebrow at him

“Maybe I can show you if you follow me” he said pulling you towards his private trailer

You guys went inside, he made sure to lock the door, pushing you back and setting you on the counter

“Sebastian - I didn’t” you didn’t finish your sentence since he kissed your neck, getting your sweet spot causing you to moan

You pushed him back slightly to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants to push them down. Meanwhile Sebastian was pushing your straps down and pushing your dress up.

“You always kill me with this dress” he said to you kissing you back again.

“And you’re killing me with this look” you looked up at him.

He bit his lip, observing your face for a moment before he dove back onto your lips. One of his hands on your waist while the other hand trailed south. He gasped when he didn’t feel anything else underneath.

“No panties” he practically squeaked

“It’s been a while babe” you said back to him

Sebastian rubbed his fingers along your thighs, teasing you, you opened your legs further for him to get the hint

“Impatient are we?” he asked chuckling

“If I remember correctly, you’re the one that dragged me here” you said sticking out your tongue tongue. You were about to laugh again when you felt two of his fingers dive into your core, causing you to moan again. Sebastian fingered you deeper, moving his fingers in a hither motion. He loved his other hand to choke you gently with the perfect amount of pressure around your neck. You were a moaning mess, trying to close your legs at the sensation.

“Nah uh doll keep them open for me” he sternly said. You nodded your head, moving one of your hands to grab onto his forearm.

“Please... Sebs” you moaned

“What baby?” he teased

“I need you, I need your cock now” you said, gripping his hard on through his briefs, this time Sebastian was the one to gasp.

“Fuck.. I don’t have any protection on me doll” he said

“I don’t fucking care at this point” you said quickly

Sebastian stopped moving for a second, looking into your eyes, his blue ones staring deep into your soul.

“Are you sure?” he asked, “I know you’re not on birth control doll”

“I’m not....are you sure Sebs?” you asked him

“Uhmmm yes” he said moving his fingers out of you and sucking on them.

He moved closer to you again, you could feel his member slide along your wet core. He leaned down to kiss you again, trailing to your breasts, and back up to your neck

“I love you” he whispered

“I love you too” you said

Sebastian stroked himself a few times, moving himself along your slickness. He looked at you once more to see if you’d oblige, you didn’t, you bit down on your lip knowing what was next. You two had never had sex like this.

He slid in you painfully slow, allowing you to adjust to his girth, you felt yourself grow hot, your breath hitching when he bottomed out in you, you clenched around him causing him to groan.

“Fuck” you both moaned in unison

You kissed him back passionately, tugging on his hair gently, you moved your hips forwards causing his hips to stutter.

“Fucckkk doll” he groaned against your lips, he bit down on your lip, finally moving his hips into a steady rhythm in and out of you.

“Sebastian” you moaned against his lips, you could feel him smiling against them. You now began rotating your hips on his, both of you gripping each other closer, Sebastian hands were tight on your hips while yours were around his neck. Even though he was dressed drastically different, he still wore his cologne, intoxicating you beyond notion. You kissed his neck, gently biting down on his shoulder. You could feel yourself getting close to climaxing.

“Baby—- please” you kept moaning. You moved one of your hands to place them on the counter, allowing you to lift yourself up slightly so you could ride Sebastian.

“Ohhhh fuck doll don’t stop” he whispered, moving his body fully onto yours. You two became one, the sound of skin slapping on skin filled the room, you felt like the temperature was boiling at this point, you had one goal for each other.

“Babe I’m close” he said, his eyes fluttering at you

“Me too” you replied

“You sure?” he asked again

“Yes I need all of you Sebastian” you moaned

Sebastian went into overdrive, his gentle pace changed into a rough one, signaling that he was closer than ever. You never felt each other without protections, this time you felt like your senses were heightened down there. You couldn’t help but keep clenching around his girthy cock slipping in and out of you.

“Sebastian ....yes... yes... oh right...Sebastian!!!” you yelled, feeling your abdomen explode in pleasure. Your eyes rolling back, legs shaking around his waist, you felt Sebastian’s rhythm falter and then he pushed deep inside you, feeling him engorge within you. You heard him groan and then you felt his hot and sticky load spurt inside you, you never thought it would feel this amazing. You thought you would have another orgasm at the sensation of his cum exploding in you. He thrusted in a few more times, not allowing any cum to fall out. His head fell on your shoulder, trying to catch his breath.

“Fuck that was - now I know why babies are made” he joked

“Shut up” you giggled smacking his shoulder. You turned your head to kiss his temple.

“I love you” he whispered

“I love you too” you replied

“Don’t get mad at me if I end up getting you pregnant from this” he said laughing

“Maybe I want to make you a daddy” you smirked at him causing him to scoff and then kiss you on your forehead

“I’d be okay with that” he said.

And that he was okay with, because sure enough, you had a positive pregnancy test three weeks later. You both already knew what had sparked that...

[afictionaladventure16]

One Hell Of A Blind Date (Sebastian Stan x Latina!Reader)

Masterlist

Description: You were Anthony Mackie’s neighbor, so he always invited you over to his parties or hangouts, getting to know his friends and cast members. Anthony decided to take it upon himself to set you up with a cast member that he was really good friends with. 

I know, horrible description. But like, I got this idea in the shower, for some reason. I get my best ideas in the shower because why not? Anyway, enjoy!

Warnings: None?

Word count: 2,144

Y/N= Your Name

C/C= Career Choice

*Not my gif, credit goes to the gif owner

Anthony’s parties were something that he tends to invite you too and whenever you had the chance you would go to them. It was how you met some of your closest friends like Chris Evans and Mark Ruffalo. Anthony was one of your close friends too, you were also his neighbor and you loved taking care of his kids when he politely asked, you adored his wife. They were like an extended family to you.

 Anthony looked around at the crowd in his house, smiling at his friends as he made his way around. He spotted Sebastian looking at something, deep into thought, walking up to Sebastian. Anthony gently placed his hand on Sebastian’s shoulder, making him jump, he noticed what Sebastian was staring at you talking to Chris.

 Anthony smirked, “maybe instead of just staring at you, you should just go over there and strike a conversation with her,” he suggested. Sebastian had met you before but never really spoke to you, you had always ended up having a conversation with Chris or Mark. But Seb always wanted to have an actual conversation with you, he found you beautiful and just wanted to get to know you better but you always just turned the other way for some reason.

 Seb just shooks his head, taking another swig of his drink, “Nah, looks like she’s already got something going on with Evans anyway.”

 Anthony rolled his eyes at Seb. Robert came up to Seb, starting a conversation. Anthony thought of this as his chance to go over to you and Chris to be noisy and maybe see if he can change things.

 “Come on, Chris, trust me,” Anthony heard you say.

 “I don’t know, blind dates are scary,” Chris expressed.

 “She doesn’t know anything about you, she’s never seen Captain America, this would be a perfect girl for you! She’s a Disney freak like you, she loves dogs, she- please stop me because I’m running out of ideas,” you said causing Chris to laugh.

“Why don’t I set you up for a blind date,” you heard Anthony say.

 You rolled your eyes, “No, hell to the no,” you stated.

 “Aw come on, Y/N, why not?”

 “Because it’s you, Anthony, I don’t trust you.”

 Anthony looked at Chris who just smirked, “I’ll go on my blind date with your friend if you go on a blind date with Anthony’s friend,” Chris said. You gasped, looking at Chris in shock, he was teaming up with Anthony.

 You pondered it for a second, “it’ll be a double date, if that makes you feel better, Me and Sheletta and you and my friend,” Anthony suggested.

 Knowing that Anthony’s wife was going to be there put you more at ease, “Fine,” you stated, catching Anthony by surprise.

 He smirked, “I’ll text you the details,” with that he walked off, you had no idea what you had just gotten yourself into.

 A couple of days went by, Anthony had set the date for Friday night, he told you to dress nice. When you suggested to carpool, Anthony said it’d be better off you all just met there, this caught you a bit off guard but you didn’t think anything much of it. You took an uber to the address that Anthony had sent you, the restaurant looked way to fancy for your taste, you felt a bit underdressed with your black skater dress that had thick spaghetti straps. You sighed to yourself texting Anthony real quick, asking where he was at.

A couple minutes went by and he texted back that he was running late, to go ahead and go inside, that the guy he had set you up with was already inside waiting.

You felt so confused, why would you go inside if you didn’t know who your blind date was. You texted Anthony, asking how you would know who it was.

Anthony sent another text back with a winky face emoji, you’ll just know, he texted.

Sighing to herself, you were already tired of waiting outside, not liking the looks you were getting from people passing by. You decided to just walk in, you were instantly greeted, asking who the reservation was under. You quickly informed them that they were already waiting for you, they gave you a small nod and let you walk on into the dining area.

You scanned the room as you walked around, spotting a familiar face, you smiled and walked over to Sebastian, “Sebastian?” He looked up from his phone, his breath was caught at the sight of you, the sight of how gorgeous you looked in that dress.

“Um- uh, Y/N,” He stuttered, he didn’t know why he was suddenly so nervous around you.

“What are you doing here?” You questioned.

Sebastian chuckled, “You’re gonna think this is dumb but I’m actually waiting for Anthony, he set me up on a blind date.”

You looked at Sebastian with widen eyes, you admitted to yourself that you had a small crush on Sebastian a while back, partially why you tried to avoid him to avoid any embarrassment on yourself. “you don’t say,” you mumbled, suddenly feeling nervous. You muttered some words in Spanish that shouldn’t be repeated.

“What about you?”

“I’m waiting for Anthony too.”

“You’re Anthony’s date?”

You laughed, “No! Anthony’s married! I’m your date!” Sebastian facepalmed, he was so nervous that he had forgotten that Anthony was married, “Anthony set us up together,” you sat down on the chair next to Sebastian, “I knew he was up to something.”

Sebastian smiled, this was the most you had ever spoken to him. “No wonder he said,”

“You’ll know when you see them,” you both said in unison, causing you both to erupt in laughter.

“So, how did he drag you into going on a blind date?” You asked.

“Oh you know, Anthony is like a brother and well, he hates seeing me single. Also, he said he may have blackmailed me into it.”

You laughed at the last part, “sounds like him.”

“And you?”

“I was trying to get Evans to go on a blind date with my best friend and well, they both teamed up basically and now I’m here.” Sebastian gleamed at the thought that you were actually trying to help find Evans someone else to date, that must have meant that you weren’t interested in Evans.

“So, did Chris ever go on that date with your friend?”

“They did actually, yesterday and they have a second date today,” you smiled proudly, “I’m a pretty good matchmaker.”

You both talked for a couple more minutes, mostly about Anthony and how you both got played by him.

“That’s like the fifth time the waiter has come by to check up on us,” you stated, “I kind of feel bad for just sitting here, traffic must be pretty bad if they’re this late.”

Sebastian decided to check his phone, letting out a small chuckle at the text message he had received from Anthony. He slid his phone on the table over to you, showing you the message, “Sucker, enjoy your date,” you read aloud. You instantly knew that Anthony had this all played out to ditch you both. “Asshole,” you crossed your arms, you still didn’t feel comfortable in this setting.

Sebastian must have noticed by your body language, “hey, why don’t we just ditch this place?” You quickly agreed, causing Sebastian to grin. You both left the place unnoticed.

“He’s going to get what’s coming to him, Sebastian.”

“Seb,” Sebastian said.

“What?”

“Call me Seb,” he stated, “Sebastian feels too formal.”

You smiled, “Seb,” you said quietly. You both walked down the block for a little bit.

“You know we don’t have to go through with this date,” Sebastian said quietly.

He was starting to let his insecurities get to him, “What if I want to?”

Sebastian looked up at you with a smile, “really?”

You nod, “why do you think I avoid you?”

“I thought it was because you just didn’t like me.”

You shook your head, “I’m just afraid I’ll embarrass myself in front of you.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes, “I doubt that.” He then cleared his throat, “Alright so if we’re going to go through with this date then what should we do?”

You grinned as you noticed a familiar diner coming into your view, “come on,” you grabbed Sebastian’s hand, you felt something shock you but you decided not to make a big deal about it. You and Sebastian ran over to the small diner, “I love this place,” you said as Sebastian held the door open for you, you thanked him.

“Booth?” He questioned, you gave him a small nod and followed him to a booth in the corner. “So, why this place?”

You smiled, “my dad used to bring me here when I was younger, whenever I had a bad day, usually to grab an ice cream Sunday or shake.”

“Are you and your dad close?”

“We were,” you said softly as you let out a small sigh, “he passed away a couple of years ago.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”

You shook your head, “it’s alright.”

A waitress came and you both ordered the same thing, a cheeseburger with fries and a chocolate shake.

“Tell me more about yourself, Y/N. I want to get to know this girl, the one that is so afraid to embarrass herself in front of me that she avoided me for months now.”

You laughed, “Well, I work as a C/C and I live in my aunt’s old home, she gave it to me when she passed…” you didn’t know what else to say, you kept catching yourself staring into Sebastian’s blue eyes.

“Oh really? Were you two close?”

You nod, “she was like a grandmother to me, she was much older than my father. There’s actually a treehouse in the backyard from when I was a little girl, I hope one day I’ll get married and my kids can play in that treehouse like I did as a little girl… I don’t know, that sounds dumb now that I say it out loud.”

Seb shook his head, “it doesn’t sound dumb, sounds like someone just knows what she wants.”

“And you, tell me about yourself,” you said as you turned to him. The food then arrived, you both began to eat as Sebastian told you about his move to New York when he was a kid, about Romania and what it was like living there. “There was seriously no bananas?” you questioned.

“No bananas,” Sebastian repeated, “and I’ve always wanted a banana because I saw them on t.v.”

“That’s crazy.”

You both fell silent, taking in each other’s presence, “I really like you, y/n. I’ve had this crush on you for a while now…” You smiled at Sebastian, “And I hope this first date doesn’t end horribly because I would love to take you on a second date.”

“I would love that,” you stated. Sebastian’s eyes lit up, “but let’s finish this date first.”

Throughout the night you talked and ate, ordering dessert as well, you were full but if it meant staying at the diner a little longer and talking to Sebastian, then so be it. Once you both decided it was time to go, Sebastian ordered an Uber for you, you both waited outside, talking a bit more about stories from the past.

“Okay so, how do you say how are you in Spanish?” Sebastian questioned.

“Como estas.” 

“Como,” he repeated perfectly, “estas?” 

You gave him a nod, “You’re good at this!” you said as you noticed a car with the Uber sign pull up, “that’s probably my uber.” You turned back over to Sebastian, “Thanks for an amazing night, Seb.”

“No problem,” Sebastian said with a smile, you both stood there awkwardly for a second, you hadn’t noticed how close your bodies were. You looked up at him, he was smiling down at you. He gently placed his hand on your chin to lift your face, “is this too soon or…” he trailed off.

You rolled your eyes, your lips brushed his lips softly, long enough to feel his warm breath against your skin. You couldn’t help but think about how soft his lips were, and he couldn’t help but smile. Sebastian placed his hand behind your neck to deepen the kiss, both your lips moving in sync. You let go of the kiss, a little out of breath, “I really should go,” you gestured to your Uber who was probably tired of waiting. Sebastian let out a dry chuckle, “can I at least get your number before you leave?” He said with a wink. You facepalmed as he handed you his phone, you quickly dialed your number and hung up.

“Thanks again, Seb,” you said as you gave Sebastian a kiss on the cheek before getting into your uber. You were right, you didn’t know what you had gotten yourself into but you were okay with that. Anthony was one hell of a matchmaker and you and Sebastian both knew it.

[mavsstar]

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲︱𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐝𝐝 𝐚 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠︱𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞!𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞︱@buckspumpkin 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐬𝐨 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦!𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐛𝐜 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐥. 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 <𝟑

“Bucky you have to watch the movie, it’s phenomenal!” You rambled on as you plopped down next to him. “I know you don’t like a lot of the newer things but you’ll like this for sure.” 

“Are we sure we want to watch tv?” Bucky asked, trying to divert your attention. “You know what we should do?” 

“What?” 

He snapped his fingers in the air, “Play a board game!” 

“Buck we’re not playing a board game,” You said as you grabbed the remote. “Come on please just try it. If you don’t like it we can–oh my god!” You gasped when you turned on the t.v and was faced with a cracked screen. 

You turned to Bucky with your mouth agape, “What happened?” 

“Sam came over and–” 

“I don’t think I need an explanation, you said enough,” You cut him off. “I’ll bring my computer, just give me a second.” 

You left and Bucky was left sitting on the couch as he played with his thumbs. He watched you curiously as you marched out of your room and back into the living room where the internet box was. You inspected the internet box and let out soft questioning hums. 

“That’s weird, everything is just fine so why isn’t the internet working?” A moment of silence passed as you tried figuring out what was wrong. “Bucky, did you forget to pay the internet bill?” 

He screwed his eyes shut in frustration, “I must’ve. I’m so sorry Doll.” 

“S’okay Buck, it happens to the best of us. I’ll go pay it tomorrow during work.” You blew air through your lips and tucked your hands into the front sprocket of your jeans. “Looks like we’re playing a board game.” 

Bucky followed you to a very small closet down the hall. That closet mostly contained board games and long forgotten boxes you were supposed to open when you first moved in. 

You opened the door, revealing the dust collected boxes. 

“We can play Uno.” 

“Too repetitive,” You said. “What about Monopoly?” 

“No, because you cheat!” Bucky accusingly exclaimed. 

“I do not!” You defended. “Ok so no Monopoly….We should play chess!” 

“What are we 80 years old?” 

You glanced at him and checked him out, “Well you are.” 

Bucky’s face scrunched into one of annoyance, “Ha. Ha. Very funny.” Bucky hummed as he kept looking. “What’s Twister?” 

“You’ve never played before?” You asked as you grabbed the box. 

“No, I've played my entire life and I suddenly forgot what it is,” Bucky sarcastically said. “I haven't played before, that's why I’m asking.” 

You grabbed the box and started to walk back to the living room while you explained the rules. “There's a color wheel with a picture of a body part, depending where it lands you place the body part on that color. So say I spin and I get green and right hand then I have to put my right hand on a green circle on the mat.” 

“Seems easy enough.” 

Bucky truly overestimated his flexibility. At first glance he thought it would be easy and you would easily lose against him. He’s a very trained soldier after all.

Bucky flicked the spinner. Body part, foot. Colour, green. He bent over on top of you but because the only green circle left that can make it physically possible is behind him. Which means he would have to be stuck in a crab position until it’s his turn. 

“Come on Barnes, this hurts,” You complained as your arm cramped under you. 

“I don’t think I can do this,” He muttered to himself. 

“Either we keep going by you trying or it’s a forfeit and I automatically win.” 

There was no way Bucky was going to lose to you. He instantly moved backwards and into the dreaded crab position. 

Right as you went to flick the spinner you lost your balance and fell, making Bucky automatically the winner. 

“Ha! I win and you lose!” Bucky boatsed as he got up. “And I didn’t cheat.” 

“Yeah yeah you win and I lose,” You mumbled and tucked your legs under you. “How’d you like the game?” 

“It was alright,” Bucky shrugged. “But what if we added our own twist to it?” 

“Like what?” 

“Every time it lands on red we have to take a piece of clothing off,” He smirked. “In other words, strip Twister.” 

“You’re on Barnes,” You smirked, getting up. “You’re going first though.” 

Bucky flicked the spinner, left hand on red. Bucky clicked his tongue as he took off a sock and placed his left hand on the red circle. It was your turn and you landed on right hand on green. 

“You better not cheat,” Bucky teased. 

“Or what?” You playfully retorted. “Is the big bad soldier going to get mad?” 

“Jesus christ,” Bucky chuckled as he shook his head. “You love to tease me don’t you?” 

“Yes sir,” You winked as you saluted him with a devilish smile. 

“Just for that I’m making you go again.” 

“Meanie,” You pouted and spun again. “Oh you have to be kidding me,” You groaned when you landed on left foot on red. You copied Bucky and took your sock off. 

It was Bucky’s turn and he landed on right hand on blue. A flash of disappointment ran though you and you cursed at the spinner. 

“Why the sad look Doll? Wanted me to strip?” 

“You wish,” You scoffed. “Your turn.” 

The both of you continued taking off the smaller pieces of clothing, each getting excited with each spin. Soon enough Bucky had ran out of small clothing to take off. He spun and landed on red. 

“Get ready to see an adonis Doll,” Bucky said as he peeled off his shirt. 

You stared in awe as you watched him. It all felt like it was going in slow motion right before your very own eyes. He was an adonis. Even the faded jagged scars around his arm made you want to plant sweet tender kisses upon them, showering them in your affection. 

“Hey eyes up here,” Bucky smirked as he pointed his finger up towards his eyes. 

You rolled your eyes, “I’ll look wherever I want.” 

Now it was your turn. You spun the spinner and landed on red. Perfect. 

You slowly took your pants off, making sure to purposefully wiggle your but in front of his face. Bucky’s throat went dry when he saw your thighs. All the blood started to rush to his cock and he knew the game wouldn’t last long. 

“Now I really can’t do this,” Bucky said as he contemplated losing. You only had a pair of panties and shirt left on and he only had his boxers on. If he took his next move his face would be impossibly close to your chest and he would for sure lose. “I really can’t.” 

“Just do it Barnes, s’all part of the game.” 

Bucky took your word and maneuvered his body around, his hand going over your body to land on the green dot in the right hand corner. Just as he predicted his head was right in front of your breast. 

Bucky turned a bright shade of tomato red as he tried to look anywhere else. His hardened cock pressed against your thigh and you smirked in triumph. Bucky had desperately tried to hide his boner and he was successful. For the most part. 

“What sarge? Can’t handle a pair of tits in your face?” You asked as you pushed your chest in front of his face tauntingly. 

“That’s it,” Bucky growled as he got up. 

“Ha! I won!” You stuck your tongue out at him. “I’m the winner!”

“For now.” Bucky abruptly grabbed you and tossed you over his shoulder with ease. You squealed as you felt his metal hand grasped your body. He took you to his room and gently set your body on the bed. 

Bucky shortly after climbed on top of you and kissed you with an intense need. His body grinded against yours as he sloppily kissed you. 

“Just take this damn thing off,” Bucky snarled against your lips as he ripped your shirt in half. His jaw momentarily dropped when your bare breasts were exposed, “No bra? Dirty slut.” 

His hands played with your breasts, his thumb stroking your pebbled nipples ever so slightly. Your body arched into his touch, silently begging for more. He took the hint and his lips placed their love on your body all the way where you needed him the most. 

Using his teeth Bucky pulled your panties down to your ankles. It was the most erotic thing you’ve ever seen your entire life you couldn’t helped but have moaned. You felt his head dip between your thighs, his growing beard scratched your inner thighs deliciously. 

“Can’t wait for your pretty thighs to tremble ‘round my head,” Bucky quipped, biting one of your thighs. 

Bucky spread your legs impossibly further, watching your pussy leak. He flattened his tongue and likced a bold stripe up your cunt. Your hands flew to his hair, gripping the tousled hair in between your fingers. 

“You taste so sweet Doll,” He complimented, dipping his tongue into your hole. “Like fuckin’ candy.” 

Bucky went from long bold licks to short sweet kitten licks. It made you writhe around in pleasure and push your pussy closer to his face. His hot wet tongue was addictive, he had become your own personal drug. 

You felt his tongue trace out letters on your clit. You tried so hard to concentrate but the pleasure overwhelmed you. He kept going again and again until you finally got it. My cumslut. 

“Bucky y-you gotta stop-AH!” You moaned when he started to harshly suck on your clit. “Bucky!” 

Bucky pulled away, a string of your arousal connecting to his lips. “You really want me to stop?” 

“Yes,” You shook your head no despite your response. 

Bucky chuckled at your response, “Why?” 

You nervously gulped, “Because the first time I cum I want it to be around your cock.” 

Bucky looked genuinely shocked at your response. Never did he ever think he would hear those words fall from your lips. If he could he would replay those words over and over again until he got tired of hearing them.

Bucky didn’t respond and attacked your lips once again. You felt his tip prod at your entrance, “Needy slut, wanting to cum on m’cock first.” During the middle of his sentence he pushed all the way in, bottoming out soothingly. 

Pure ecstasy rippled through your lower half, your eyes fluttered shut as you felt him inside you. His hot throbbing member pulsed inside you. Teasing him some more you clenched down hard and watched Bucky’s eyes screwed shut. 

“Can’t stop with the teasin’ huh?” He clicked his tongue. “I’m just going to have to fuck it out of you.” 

His thrusts started slow but quickly rose to a fast and brutal pace using your hips as leverage. So fast your body jolted with the banging headboard. Pain and pleasure seared through your body. Beads of sweat formed between your bodies as Bucky continued to fuck you. 

“You feel s’good Bucky,” You whimpered as you felt his tip rub against your sweet spot. “So good. I love your cock.”

“Cock drunk already?” Bucky questioned. “Looks like it didn’t take long to fuck the teasin’ out of you.” 

“Shut up,” Your voice was merely above a whisper. “Just keep going.” 

Bucky finally felt the tremble of your thighs around his outer thighs. Deciding to spice things up he pressed on your lower tummy so slightly. He watched your eyes roll to the back of your head and drool dribbled from your swollen lips. 

“You look so pretty like this, fucked out becasue of me,” Bucky said as his thumb pushed the drool back in. “Imagine how you would be like if I actually got to take my time with you. Slowly tearing you apart with my fingers, tongue and cock.” 

The mere thought of it was enough to make you come. You dug your nails into his back as you screamed his name while you gushed around his cock. 

“Yes, yes, yes,” You mindlessly hummed as he kept going. 

After a few more thrusts Bucky pulled out and finished over your stomach, both of your juices mixing together. He watched as it started to drip down and closer to your pussy. 

“You ok Doll?” Bucky asked when you didn’t make a sound. 

“I'm way more than ok,” You giggled. “I don’t think it’s ever felt this good before.” 

“That's because the other guys weren’t me, Doll,” he pointed out. “Remember that, no man will ever make you feel as good as me.”

[callmelinamfsnow]

Character Work (Sneak Peak)

Sebastian Stan x Plus Size!WOC

Sneak Peak of a fic I started last year that I’m finishing up for you guys !! Follow, like, and reblog for more :)

You loved exploring his body whenever you two were like this. Feeling his back muscles tense every time he pulls in and out. Grabbing at his thighs when he bottomed you out, grabbing a fistful of his hair and staring him dead in the eyes while you make him cum first. You loved doing that. Getting him to cum first. Made it even better being able to tease him and make him blush. You might just make that your mission for tonight.

“Oh, James” you moaned and tilted your head so you could tug on Buck’s earlobe, causing him to groan in response and hoist you up into a better position. A quiet but present squeal escaped your mouth when he did so and he pushed you into the wall more. “I don’t know how you turn me on so fucking much doll” he muttered into your neck and kissed it sweetly. “Don’t know how I was living without this tight little thing” he started grinding his hips against yours. The friction from his pelvis to your sensitive bud was amazing. “This dirty little mouth” he continued and gave you a deep kiss. You let him explore your mouth which inevitably just turned into both of you moaning into each other’s when you clenched around him.

“God I don’t know how I was living before you doll,” he said breathlessly causing you to clench again. “Fuck I’m gonna cum soon” he groaned and pressed his forehead against yours. “So do it, Sarge. No shame in having a woman and more specifically a pussy this good have you cumming so quick” you said though you were moments away from cumming too. “Don’t do that. You’re gonna say that and a some more of that stuff I like and get me to cum before you” he started, you went to speak but he cut you off “-aND it’s been over 30 minutes so don’t even start with quick” he added and slapped your ass. The sensation drawing another high pitched moan of his name.

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[witchychanel]

Hey, could you wire a sfw or a nsfw alphabet for Bucky? I loved the one you wrote for Steve

I posted it right here

Just click he link

[captain-barnes-writes]

Someone Like You [5/6]

Summary: In which Sebastian tries to win you back a year and a half after your relationship’s rupture, but only because there’s a new man in your life. [Part 5]

(Mini-series)

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Latina

Warning: Angst (LOTS) , language, 18+. 

NOT PROOFREAD so watch out for lots of errors.

Word count: 4.5k

You’d avoided thinking of Sebastian for a good portion of the morning, but he was creeping back into your head forbidding you from forgetting what had happened just last night. Upon arriving at your hotel room the night before, you had turned into a weeping mess while still clad in your beautiful satin dress, a huge contrast to the ugly emotions that were seeping out of you. Sobs had wracked through your body to the point it had become hard to breathe.

The strong smell of him lingered on your body as if taunting you that he still owned every part of your being. Despite everything, despite the many months apart and despite the very reason why things had not worked out he still had an effect on you. Even after you’d jumped into the shower to wash the night away, especially to rid of his scent and the smell of sex that had followed you, you could still feel his lingering hands on you, the wet trail his lips would leave on your skin. As if taunting you, his scent was still present even in your room. You couldn’t escape him.

He still managed to pull at your every heartstring. It was the silky locks, the azure eyes with the crinkles on each end and that toothy grin of his. It was the way a single glance your way and you were a puddle at his feet, melting for him. But whatever happened last night had been a mistake, he was a part of your past and had to stay there. Yet you still found yourself pondering over how after so much time he could hold such a part of you, tight and permanent. The fluttering sensation in your belly, and pressure on your chest weighing heavy and electric that he induced with just one glance let you know that he was still very much a part of you. And when he looked at you, kissed you, let alone put his hands anywhere on you? It was a magnetic force so strong it left you breathless.

With a heavy chest and an even heavier heart, you thought of how you’d become pathetic and submissive all over again with just a mere touch of his. So puddy in his hands, holding onto every word that fell from his lips. His hands had been so greedy, wanting to hold you and kiss you all at once. He’d been everywhere, placed his large hands on every single part of your body. And you couldn’t lie to yourself, couldn’t deny the deep attraction that was clearly still present.

The magnetic pull, the sexual tension and desperation that had surrounded both your glistening bodies the night before was an engraved image in your head; pinned to your mind not letting you forget how he’d felt inside you. How he took you with such force, kissed you as if your lips were his only mean of survival.  It was memorable what you’d both shared. Raw and emotional and in its wake left a gaping hole in your heart.

Despite how good it had felt while it happened, once it ended everything felt as if it had come crashing down. Like shattering glass around you, falling, breaking and so very loud, your mind had woken you from the bliss that had been shared in that stuffy closet. Like an alarm that rang and rang and the only way of shutting it off was the very act of leaving. Again. And so you did, you ran off once again from the man who’d held your heart almost two years ago and had refused to care for it. Refused to hold only you and you alone. He’d been valiant enough to corner you and take you again with such confidence, then you were valiant enough of walking away too.

But this time it felt different. Horribly different because there was pain growing inside, building up and tormenting you. You had been unfaithful. It didn’t matter that the relationship with Romeo was not yet serious or that he was away in a different country at the moment, none of that mattered because your desire for Sebastian shouldn’t have clouded what reality was in the first place. Nothing should have made you forget your morals and had you commit such a sinful act. It felt as if the guilt was diminishing you if you didn’t come clean or at least put pause on the budding relationship.

As if he had an extra sense, your phone rang next to you breaking you from the torturous thoughts that had been clawing at you. Romeo’s name appeared on the screen, his contact picture blank. Swallowing loudly with tears already brimming your eyes, you took a hold of your phone with shaky hands. God, what the hell were you going to say?

“Hi.” Was all you managed to choke out when you finally answered. Voice low and dull, nothing compared to the usual silkiness and cheerfulness that laced it.

“What is going on, Y/N?” Romeo’s boomed through the phone. The background noise was distracting, loud chattering in Spanish could be heard.

“What?” You felt slightly shaken at the tone of his voice, he didn’t sound like the sweet Romeo you’d grown used to hearing. He sounded different and, dare say, impolite without even a simple greeting to start the conversation off.

“I’m not a fool, Y/N. What the fuck happened yesterday? What are all these pictures of you and that damn actor from those Marvel movies?” He paused, the sound of heavy footsteps could be heard and the background noise was slowly disappearing. “They’re circulating everywhere to the point that people keep tagging me on that shit.”

You shouldn’t have, but a wave of relief washed through you. He was referring to Chris and at the mention of him you wanted to laugh. Even he thought the same as the media and besides the relief, you also felt upset.

“Oh, that...I got really anxious during the red carpet and he was nice enough to help me out. Walked me inside the venue and all. After the awards, we were just chatting.”

“You’re making me look like a fool. My whole team thinks so too.” It was apparent that he was only concerned about his image and the way people perceived him. It was disappointing to hear the roughness of his voice, accusatory and unkind. Though deep inside you were telling yourself that you deserved this type of treatment. You deserved it because even though he was upset about something that had not even happened, there was still something to be upset about. He just didn’t know what.

“I can’t befriend people because it makes you look bad? That makes no sense.” The words had flown past your lips before you could even think. You wanted to take the accusations, forgive them because you’d done something awful, but you weren’t that type of person anymore. You didn’t let men walk all over you.

“That looked more than friendly to me.”

“Yes, to you. My line of job has me meeting people constantly, as does yours, so either you get used to it or you don’t.” You had no filter. The words were just coming out without much thought. You wanted to be calm and let him continue accusing you using the harsh edge in his voice because you deserved it. You felt like he had every right to treat you this way, to denounce your behavior because he was right it had been more than friendly. It had become more than friendly just not with Chris, but with a different man he didn’t even know about.

“¿Qué estás diciendo? Se clara conmigo.” What are you saying? Be clear with me.

“You heard me. I’m not going to sit here and let you accuse me of anything. ” You responded, voice somewhat shaky. You were pleading with yourself to let you be firm and to keep an even voice, but your eyes were already welling up with tears for the second time in less than a day.

“Don’t embarrass me anymore,  that’s all I’m asking.” He couldn’t be serious, you thought. The world didn’t revolve around him.

“Vete a la verga.” Go to hell.

And you hung up the phone. You didn’t know what had come over you. You wanted so badly to take the treatment and the accusations because you were worthy of them. Despite Romeo’s true colors that were coming to light, you had still done him wrong. You’d slept with another man and now you had probably just ended a relationship not even over that, but because of another man whom you had nothing to do with. You were an awful person.

Although you were an emotional mess and felt like one too your mind drifted to what Romeo had said about being tagged in certain pictures. You became curious and despite the state of being you were in, curiosity always overrode anything.

Grabbing your phone again you did the one thing you were advised to never do, google yourself. Upon typing your name in the search bar and hitting the search button, instead of it being about you it was about none other than Chris Evans. High quality pictures had surfaced the web the moment your anxiety fiasco happened last evening and it had become an even bigger deal today.

Y/N flirts with Chris Evans.

Romeo who? Y/N cuddles up to Chris Evans.

You pressed your face back into the pillow and groaned loudly. The sound echoed in the empty room as the city of Angels boomed below you. You were upset that even the sweet interaction such as yours and Chris could be taken so out of context. The man was no doubt an Adonis, you weren’t blind and you’d be a liar if you said your heart hadn’t beat faster at the sight of him yesterday. But it had all been so innocent and his gentlemanly actions had been genuine and with no underlying intentions. It was nothing but friendly.  He’d been gallant, extending his arm so you could hook yours through it to get you out of the dramatic disaster that had been your red carpet experience. That was it. People were insatiable with their yearning for new information on people’s personal lives, wanting every little detail.

You’d taken pictures with other people at the after party and those pictures were out there too, but the media had clawed at those images that included Chris and ran with them. Of course, he was single and any woman who crossed his path was apparently dating him. You hated that now you were rumored to be one of them.

You were now a fuse of different emotions. Sadness because your relationship had just ended through a phone call, guilt because you’d been unfaithful and a flare of anger because you couldn’t believe your interaction with Chris had been taken as otherwise.

You saved one of the images to your camera roll. You were upset because many things in your life had come tumbling down in a matter of hours, but you knew that only you could discredit rumors that had no foundation. You didn’t want to become a victim of the media and knew just how to fix this.

Just letting y’all know that @ChrisEvans noticed me become extremely anxious in the middle of the red carpet & was kind enough to walk me the rest of the way. That is all. Please don’t believe these dating rumors, men and women CAN be friends🙄

You typed on twitter and attached a picture of him being the perfect gentleman, your arm hooked to his, bearded face smiling while he led you down the carpet. The real fixture of the picture was the clearly agitated face expression you wore. Lips formed into a nervous smile, anxious with knitted brows, forehead creased.

Pleased with the words and image, you pressed send to your tweet and dropped your phone back onto the bed. It bounced on the very edge of the very edge of the bed, any sudden movements and it would fall to the floor but you didn’t care.

Your cheeks were still wet with tears. Eyes dull, saddened and you felt exhausted. Chest so heavy it felt as if a weight was on top of it. Crawling under the covers you decided that the only way to forget about everything at least for a few hours was to doze off into a deep sleep.

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When you arrived back in New York a few days later after having concluded with a packed schedule, the weather had significantly dropped. You noticed the way the trees were still continuing to change in colors and drop their foliage on the wet floor. The holiday season was commencing and the vibrant colors of lights and many christmas decorations were already up throughout the city. It was such a divine sight and provided a serene feeling throughout your body. It felt like such a contrast from the way life had been playing out for you the last few days. Everything had changed in such a short time.

Your apartment was exactly as you’d left it and because the temperature had dropped even being in the comfort of it you felt as if you were freezing so you’d turned on the heater. You’d spent the last few hours trying to forget what the reality of your personal life was by taking the christmas decorations from storage and beginning the process of decorating that you loved so much. The holiday season was one of your favorites and despite the emotional state you were in, bits of happiness had oozed into your aura.

Frank Sinatra’s Fly Me to the Moon was rudely interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell. You hadn’t contacted anybody in the last few days so nobody knew you were back in New York so you felt a little puzzled as to who it could be. You looked down at yourself in a haste noting that you were decent enough with your cozy oversized clothing. With a huff, you opened the door.

“Sebastian.” You sputtered out at the sight of the disheveled man. Like you, he was clad in comfortable clothing. Black sweats and a large jacket. With a shocked expression you noted how he looked so tired with dark undereye circles and he looked awfully cold standing in the hallway of your apartment complex.

“Hey.” Was all he said. His hands in his pockets.

“What are you doing here?”

He remained quiet for a few seconds, his teeth biting the plushiness of his bottom lip. Sebastian was just standing there looking at you as if you were the one standing in his apartment. As if you’d been the one to show up to his place unannounced.

“I know you probably don’t want to see me, Y/N. But I really have to talk to you. Can I please come inside?” His azure eyes were almost pleading, gazing at you. Even in the situation you found yourself in you couldn’t help but take notice of how blue his eyes were in the light, gleaming and so pretty. It was inappropriate to even be thinking of him this way when he’d just asked you a question and you seemed to be stalling.

“Uh. I don’t know, Sebastian.” You were unsure if to let him in. You’d been so weak for him at a venue filled with hundreds of people that you didn’t trust yourself to be alone with him in your apartment.

“I just really have to talk to you. Please.” He was begging and looked so desperate for you to say yes. He looked so cold just standing there in the freezing hallway that his lips seemed chapped too. You were pitying him despite everything and thought how this was the exact reason why sometimes you were taken advantage of. You were too kind.

Regardless of how much internal battle was taking place within you, you nodded and pushed the door ajar to let him in. He walked into your living room, taking a seat on the love seat opposite you when you did too.  The atmosphere felt a little awkward.

“I can’t stop thinking about that night, Y/N. I know I shouldn’t have initiated it, but it felt so right at the time. And even now, it still feels right.” Sebastian started.

“That night wasn’t supposed to happen, Sebastian. I did something awful to someone I was in a relationship with by being unfaithful. And guess what?” You paused, slightly chucking at yourself and the way life seemed to be playing with you. “Not even a day after I cheated and we broke up. Not even because of us, by the way, but because of something completely unrelated. And now here you are in my living room almost a week after we had sex and I’m...lost.”

Sebastian’s gaze was glued on you, he looked desperate. But you didn’t know what he was desperate for. You were confused as to why he was in your apartment in the first place.

“I’m sorry about your relationship.”

“No you’re not.” Was your response. He wasn’t sorry at all, why would he be?

“My relationship just recently ended too. But this was a little bit before the awards show.” God, what did he want from you. You wanted to know why he was at your apartment but he was beating around the bush.

“Oh. Well, I’m sorry about that.” You unconsciously took your lip in between your teeth while looking down at your clasped hands. Your apartment was warmer now with the heater having been on for a few hours and you made a mental note to turn it off soon.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. And this has been going on for a long time, Y/N. It’s not a recent thing. I think what triggered it even more was when I saw those music videos of you and...Well I felt extremely jealous. And I felt so angry with myself at having let you go and not treated you the way you deserved.” Sebastian stopped himself as he broke his gaze from you to look down at his hands. “And God, he just couldn’t even keep his hands off you...fuck, it was like you were a piece of meat to him and you just let him touch you like that.” His blue eyes were wide, mouth slightly ajar while he ran his hands through his hair in frustration. He had no right to be telling you off like this, especially not when you were witness to his many escapades with other women after you called it quits with him. No matter how hard you tried to avoid any news on him, it always came up somehow. It had been a nightmare.

“Who do you think you are, Sebastian?” You retorted, loud enough to alert him but not loud enough for your neighbors to hear. You didn’t let him answer as you continued spewing your rage. “So what’s it to you now? It seems like you suddenly want me again only because you saw me with another man. Was it because it wasn’t you?” You spat, doe eyes furious. Even with the gushing hot anger pulsing through you, this whole scenario was somewhat satisfying to you. After so long, he was the one in a jealous fit.

“Because that should be me. I feel like it’ll always be me.” His face had perked up at your questions, face still red with anger but slightly softening his hardened expression. He’d gotten to his feet, rounded the coffee table and started walking to you in a slow manner, careful not to push you away. You were on your feet then too, watching his movements and not at all knowing what to expect next from him.

“I don’t belong to you, Sebastian.” He hated the way his name seethed out of your mouth because you used to call him adoring names or whenever his name flew past your lips it wasn’t out of anger.

“Did you think I was going to sit around and wait for you? You refused to commit to me. I mean we weren’t even in a relationship according to you. You didn’t have time for one, didn’t have the type of commitment it took to be in one. Even the thought of being in that type of situation again makes me sick now.” Your voice was wavering, but your newfound confidence had not. He was going to hear what you had to say and he was going to hear it loud and clear. “You never did much for me. We were always holed up in my apartment because it seemed as if you didn’t want to be seen with me.”

“No, that was not it at all. Don’t think I was ashamed of you because that’s not it.” Sebastian was grabbing at his hair again, and this time he was pacing your living room back and forth. He couldn’t believe you thought he’d been ashamed of you.

“I was stupid. I was a fucking idiot who didn’t appreciate you and had commitment issues. That’s it, but I was never ashamed of you. I don’t want you to think that.” He exclaimed, eyes meeting your teary ones. He didn’t want to make you cry, and the sight of your pretty face with fresh tears falling down your cheeks was eating him alive.

“What the fuck do you want from me?” You cried out, hands wailing in the air in exasperation.

“To be with you.” Sebastian choked out. He was coming to terms with his feelings again, he’d pushed them aside for too long.

“Fuck, that’s all I want baby. To be with you. A chance to make it right by you and treat you the way I should have done before. I’m sorry for not appreciating you before and for taking you for granted. I’m sorry for being a blind asshole. I’m sorry for everything. You deserve the whole world and I’m willing to do anything to give you just that.” He was walking closer to you, hands stretched in front of him to grab hold of your arms. Your heart was beating erratically and eyes searched your living room, looking everywhere but him.

“Look me at me, doll.” He whispered as he stood in front of you now. He was so close. Too close that you could feel his breath fanning down at your face. He was taller than you and your eyes peered up at him through long dark lashes .

“I can’t, Seb…” Your voice was wavering, the confidence it oozed earlier was diminishing. You were internally screaming at the fact that he still had an effect on you. A heavy deep seated effect that pulled waves of electricity through you as his hand traveled up to caress your tense jaw.

“Fuck, yes you can. We can. Don’t you feel this?” He was inching ever closer if it was possible. His body plush against yours.

“No. ” You said, eyes breaking contact with his and hands pushing at his chest to move him away. He slightly stumbled backwards, not expecting the harsh refusal from your part.

“And you need to leave right now.” You pointed at the door. His shoulders had dropped at the sound of your words and he felt so dejected at your refusal to be with him now. He knew exactly how he had made you feel now because he felt devastated. Chest tight and his breathing uneven. You were tearing him apart.

“Is that really what you want?” His voice was low, eyes downcast as his hand slipped from your arm.

“Yes.” You whispered, your eyes looking forward trying so hard to focus on the tan lamp at the far end of the room. Even though it tore him apart, he walked his way back to the front door. He turned again just to take a quick glance at you as if expecting you to change your mind. When you didn’t even budge, didn’t even offer a single look at him, his demeanor faltered and he sauntered past the door managing to shut it behind him.

A sudden pang of excessive emotion allocated itself in your chest. So heavy it almost had you gasping. Cheeks wet with fresh tears and lips quivering, you were in such disarray not even a minute after he’d walked out the door. Even after so long, this is what you’d wanted. Him finally confessing how he felt about you, showing you the very emotions you so deeply felt for him.

You were unable to move as if glued to the spot near the sofa staring into space as cries wracked through your body. The man you thought you had stopped loving and had seemingly forgotten had just left and instead of feeling relief or a gust of calmness, you felt desolate. You were being forced to face the very reality that you didn’t just desire Sebastian, you were undoubtedly still in love with him. It didn’t matter that you’d been apart for so long, none of that mattered because what you felt for him was otherworldly.

And maybe you were the most ludicrous person in the world and maybe you deserved to get your heart broken many times again, but your feet dashed to the front door. You swiftly pulled it open, expecting to find the hallway empty. But Sebastian was still cemented there, back against the wall of the narrow hallway, with teary eyes. He pushed himself off the wall as your figure planted itself in front of him.

“Y/N.” He gently whispered your name. Frantic eyes meeting, both swollen and red, and his hands had moved to touch you in a desperate manner but they moved back as if scared you’d stalk back inside your apartment and leave him.

“When you walked out, I felt—I felt everything was closing in on me and this sudden rush of sadness washed over me. I don’t know why I feel this way about you, Sebastian. You know, maybe I’ll never be able to understand why after everything that’s happened between us we still have this strong connection. And I’m probably stupid for even contemplating this…”

Sebastian was holding onto every word you were uttering. Waiting for you to say the words he wanted to hear the most. He watched you pause, trying to gather your thoughts with your lip between your teeth.

“You get one chance, Sebastian. One chance and you better not fuck it up.”  You finally finished. Sebastian’s mouth had fallen agape first before a large smile began to form on his handsome face. He immediately moved his body to reach out to yours, but you backed away.

“Not so fast. We’re going to do things differently this time.” You pursed your lips. He was still beaming at you and you tried so hard to fight off the same expression from your face.

“I’m going to take you on a date. That’s the first thing I’m going to do.”

“What?”

“I’m going to do things differently this time, Y/N.” Sebastian was looking at you with gleaming eyes as if they were reserved just for you. His smile hadn’t faded away. 

“Tomorrow we’re going on our first date.”

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Good god this took me so long to write lol I feel like this is a horrible chapter! Next chapter will be the final one. Lee Bodecker is next on my list🥴

Thanks for reading y’all ♥️ 

@jeremyrennerfanxxxx123

[trillian-anders]

amor de mi vida - 1948

pairing: bucky barnes x latinx!reader

warnings: racism, prejudice, fluff, angst, smut

word count: 2423

description: Bucky Barnes is a sweet young Brooklyn boy, just on the cusp of manhood, a hopeless romantic that falls in love with almost every girl he sees. when he sets his eyes on a young girl fresh off the boat from Cuba he finds out how hard love can really be.

for @cake-writes 1940s challenge.

You told Bucky you were never having sex with him again. 

Jaime was the eldest of three, Dia becoming a middle child, and those newborn cries you weren’t given the time to miss sounded from your bedroom at night every two hours like clockwork. 

Grant was a handful. But he was so cute you forgave him for it. Jaime looked like his father with your coloring, Dia was an exact replica of you, but Grant, he had his father’s eyes. They just about knocked the wind out of you when they didn’t change from that milky newborn blue to brown. His sweet fat little cheeks and blue eyes. 

Dia waddled her way over to you, holding onto the side of the couch and bouncing while looking at her father, babbling for his attention. Bucky peaks at her over his newspaper, the radio keeping Jaime preoccupied while he plays with a toy car Santa brought him for Christmas, making motorized sounds as he pushes it across the carpet. 

Dia lets out a little screech. Bucky laughs and drops his paper, her little arms reaching out for him. He picks her up and settles her on his lap. Another screeching sound as she bounced, Bucky’s mouth blowing raspberries and tickling her. Grant was milk drunk and falling asleep on your breast. 

“We need a vacation I think.” Bucky laughed, Dia pulling roughly on his hair that desperately needed to be cut. You smile softly, looking down at your newborn. 

“Just you and me?” Dia screeches again, accidentally jumping on Bucky’s lap, feet first into his groin. He groans, lifting her off his lap, 

“Just you and me.” 

Martha Green was still talking to your husband. He was short with her, mostly ignoring while he mowed the lawn. You stood in the front window of the house, watching her. Leaning on the fence, pushing her breasts out, smiling. She was wearing a frilly pink dress and for a moment you envied how she had two kids and kept her figure, there was no secret that yours had filled out. Almost every dress you owned had been adjusted. 

But Bucky had seemed just as insatiable as ever. He still kissed you a hundred times a day, he still pressed himself against your back at the sink, he’d grope your ass or breast in passing. A playful slap here or there. But he was respecting the fact that you weren’t comfortable enough to have sex again, not yet. 

But maybe you were wrong for that. 

Grant was three months old now and while the weight from Jaime didn’t stick to your tummy or hips, Dia and Grant certainly did. Bucky respected the fact that you weren’t ready, and not out of fear that you’d get pregnant again, which he was happy to buy rubbers for, but the change in your body was hard to deal with. 

You loved your children more than life itself, and you heard the ‘girls steal your beauty’ more than once after Dia was born. That didn’t help. 

Bucky had packed on muscle. And a lot of it. Between boxing and training with Steve. Completing missions, his arm had been upgraded to just about match his flesh arm, and he was sporting a six pack when he flexed. But luckily enough he seemed annoyed with her. Bucky could hold a grudge and the woman had called the police on you after all. 

He glared at her, pulled the mower, and resumed cutting the grass. Grant wailed from behind you and you gave her one last look, her face clear with disappointment and annoyance before she stomped back into her house. 

Later that night, after the kids were sleeping soundly, you knew Bucky wanted to have sex. He had a tell. “I just like looking at you.” He always says when you’d playfully tell him to stop, but his eyes stay on you as you wash your face and set your hair at the vanity. You could see how hard he was in the mirror. The gentle hands that began to massage your shoulders. 

But the doubt and the insecurity from earlier was still nestled in your chest. You shrug his hands from your shoulders and step from the vanity, walking to your side of the bed and removing your robe before slipping under the covers. Bucky was looking at you from his spot still next to the vanity, debating,

“What’s wrong?” He asked. You’d known each other for nine years now, if he couldn’t tell something was wrong there would be a bigger problem in the marriage other than insecurity about extra weight. He squat next to your side of the bed, brushing his fingers across your cheek, cupping your face. 

“Nothing.” You shake your head, pressing a kiss into his palm. “It’s nothing.” Three months was the longest the two of you had gone without sex since he’d gotten home from the war. 

“It’s not nothing, talk to me.” You roll onto your back, rubbing your eyes, before looking back at him. Concern clear on his face. 

“I uh…” You felt anxious, sitting up in bed he rested his chin on your knees, looking up at you. “Do you…” His hands found yours, thumbs brushing over the back of your hands. “I just…” You could feel yourself getting emotional, wanting to swallow it down. 

“Dahlin, talk to me.” His voice was full of concern. 

“Should I lose weight?” You ask him. “Do you think I’m…” His brow furrowed and he leaned back on his haunches. 

“Is that what this is all about?” He asked. You let out a heavy sigh and nodded. “Sweetheart, I don’t care about any of that.” His hands left yours and held your hips. “You’ve given me three children,” Hands bunching your night dress, “You’re so beautiful.” A kiss to your knee. “If losing the baby weight is something that would make you happier, I’ll support you.” Kiss to your other knee, “But I don’t mind either way.” His hands met your hips under your night dress and pulled you closer to him, his lips trailing up your thigh. “I’ve loved you since the minute I first saw you.” Hot words against your thigh as his fingers twisted into your panties, tugging them down your hips, “Nothing is going to change that.” 

Your back met the mattress as he placed your thighs on his shoulders, fingers intertwined with yours as his tongue met your clit. Back arching and soft moans, his hands leaving yours to grip your thighs and fondle your ass as his tongue pulled moans from your lips and made your hips roll against his face. You were quick to cum, his eyes hooded and mouth tangy with your release as he kissed you. The quiet shift of his boxers being dropped and he paused over you long enough to roll a rubber down his shaft. 

Whispered love and affirmation as you joined for the first time in three months, hands gripping sheets and mouth muffled moans to keep from waking the kids. 

Bucky made it a point to tell you that you’re beautiful daily after that. And he meant it, truly. 

Bucky had gotten home midday in Spring, another mission done, tired to the bone. But from the kitchen sink he could see clear into the backyard. Jaime was in just his shorts, running around the backyard, enjoying the playset Steve had helped him build a few weeks before. Dia in her diaper following him, your sweet voice calling out to them and ‘ralentizar’ and ‘ven aquí’, Dia coming back to play with the blocks you laid out on the blanket that 6 month old Grant was currently banging together. 

His eyes moved to you, a slip of a dress on, shoulders bare, laying back in a day of heat that was causing the flowers you’d planted to bloom. He admired you from the window. Your skin seemed to glow in the sunlight, hair in loose curls down your back the way he remembered seeing for the first time in that club so many years ago. A relaxed loose, carefree way he always wanted for you. 

He sighed in contentment, leaning over the sink to stare out the window. Watching you lean back on your forearms, Grant’s one tooth smile grinning up at you, holding out his blocks and banging them together while he laughed. 

Your dress business is being taken care of by five employees of your own now. You’d talked to him about maybe getting a building in the city, maybe with his backing you’d be able to open a small store. Once the summer was over, the two of you decided, after the vacation he’d been planning, then you’d work on opening a store in the city. 

“I’ve never been away from them.” There was a little panic as Winnie took Grant from you. Bucky rubbed your arms, Jaime’s hands wrapped around your legs. He was already so fussy that day. Like he knew you both were leaving, he’d thrown three tantrums which caused Dia to be uncontrollably fussy, Grant was the only one who seemed content to go with whatever was going on. 

“They’re going to be fine.” Bucky soothed. George was bribing Jamie with a toy, trying to pry him from your arms, but the two-year-old was not having it. His face red and wailing, arms wrapped around your neck as you hugged him goodbye. “It’s just a week sweetheart.” Your heart broke as you walked down the steps of the Barnes’ brownstone and to the car. Winnie having Grant wave goodbye and cooing to Dia and Jaime that the two of you will be back and that they’re going to have so much fun. 

Howard had a beach house in the Hamptons, quiet and secluded. Far away from anyone able to protest and argue. A beautiful house with large bay windows and natural light. Bucky was unpacking the groceries, your shared suitcase by the front door still, while you looked out at the crashing waves. This was your home for the next week. And while you’d sit on the phone with Winnie each night, asking her to hold your babies up to the phone, you couldn’t help but be relieved for finally having some kind of break. 

The sun was going down, both of you warm with it, sleepily laying in the sun listening to the waves crash. No kids to care for, no responsibility, just the two of you. You’d eaten cold cut sandwiches and had started drinking at lunchtime, followed by an indecent amount of kissing and fondling on the blanket in the sand. 

He blocked out your sun, leaning over your frame, mouth consuming and hot, malty from the taste of liquor. 

“I’ve missed this.” He said, your face on his chest, fingers dancing down your back. “Just being the two of us.” You hummed, sleepy and a little drunk. 

“Me too.” His hat is halfway propped onto his face, he continues, 

“Once the kids grow up and move out,” He says, “Maybe we could retire up here.” You hum, knowing that it probably won’t be possible, not unless they abolish segregation, but who knows. Maybe one day, maybe when you retire forty years from now things will be different. 

Maybe. 

The bath is big enough for the both of you and once the sand is rinsed from your bodies you find yourself there, sinking into the warm water, your back to his chest. Bucky tried his best to make it romantic, all the candles, the oils in the bath. A bath that wasn’t littered with toys and having the ability to bathe longer than five minutes was a definite advantage. 

The days that followed were much like the first, a steady routine you both created in the absence of the normal routine you had at home. Automatically formed out of habit. 

The sex was passionate and much needed. The ability to love each other openly without worry of a baby crying or interrupting in any way. Bucky’s stamina was unparalleled. You’d even risked it out on the sand, swimsuit bottoms pulled to the side, legs over his shoulders, moaning against the sound of the waves beating on the shore. 

You’d lost count of the times you called the Lord’s name in vain. Dumb and babbling with it. Bucky’s back was littered with deep red marks that weren’t given time to disappear. A revitalization for your marriage, with a realization that you’d been together for eight years. Married for six. 

You celebrate your anniversary in the Hamptons, definitely not on your anniversary, and eat cake naked on the kitchen floor. 

“Okay,” You hum, “You look beautiful.” Peggy gave a watery smile in the mirror, the satin and lace wedding gown draped over her body accenting every curve she had. You smiled at her, your dark blue bridesmaid dress a stark contrast. 

Turning she grasps your hands and holds them between the two of you, her nails red lacquered and pale. 

“Thank you for being here.” She lets out a heavy sigh from nerves, “I don’t have many girlfriends.” You shake your head, 

“You’re my friend,” A grin, “Of course I’m here.” 

A small ceremony, not much fuss, that’s what Peggy wanted but certainly not what she settled on. It was a little larger, with a lot more flowers, and a bigger audience than she expected. She was marrying Captain America after all. They’d gotten requests from reporters, people wanting to take pictures as the couple took their vows, but they were told a hasty ‘no’ and now sat outside the church waiting to snap a picture of the newlyweds as they left. 

You cried. Standing across from Bucky as he stood behind Steve. You tried not to, but you couldn’t help it. Not just for the happiness of the marriage, but the love you could feel from your friends. Bucky met your eye and smiled, eyes watering as well, clapping with everyone else as Peggy and Steve shared their first kiss as husband and wife. 

Bucky met you behind them while they walked down the aisle, pulling you tightly into his side. “Do you regret that ours wasn’t like this?” You met his eyes and they were watery, he seemed upset. You shake your head, pressing a kiss to his lips, the congregation more focused on Captain America and his bride. 

The love you felt for him chokes you and you begin to cry, “Not at all.”

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[mcu-hoes]

[fanfictionized]

The Hating Game - Masterlist

Status: Completed

Character: Lance Tucker x Latina!OFC

Summary: This is your classic Enemies To Lovers-quarrel. The reader’s little sister goes to Lance’s gym classes. She’s one of the best prodigies he’s ever trained, but what he is even more interested in is that hot older sister of hers. 

She tells him off every time she comes to pick her sister up from practice, but that won’t stop him from flirting like there’s no tomorrow. And even though she acts unbothered and he’s playing it all cool they’re both not entirely unaffected by each other.

And yes, perhaps she is considering it... if he would just stop being such a cocky bastard all the goddamn time. Such a beautiful, beautiful bastard...

Warnings: Fluff (cocky!Lance and asshole!Lance, but also a lot of softie!Lance), smut, language (this is not just flirting anymore, it’s dirty-talk) + swearing, mentions of suicide, near character death, angst, talking about past-domestic violence

Chapters: 9 + Epilogue

Chapter 1 

Chapter 2 

Chapter 3 

Chapter 4 

Chapter 5 

Chapter 6

Chapter 7 

Chapter 8

Chapter 9 

Epilogue 

[sebsgirl71479]

Remember Me

Bucky Barnes X Mutant Female Reader!Latina

A/N: This story is something that is near my heart. Not only is it a part of my culture but a character in the story is based on someone I lost many years ago. If there are any words that are in Spanish I will translate them. I really hope you enjoy this story. Also credit to Nix on Instagram for the Bucky edit. 

Warnings: Tiny bit of sadness, fluff galore

Being a part of the avengers has been a dream of yours since you were a teenager. Ever since you developed special powers at the age of 13. You've always sensed that you had a connection with animals, when you turned 13 all of a sudden when you woke up one morning with your dog CJ staring at you with a tilted head like he was waiting for something. 

You ruffled his ears and through your mind you could hear him say “i like when you do that, thank you y/n.” then you said “you’re welcome buddy.” That's when you freaked out and fell off your bed just staring at your dog. From then on you learned on your own to hone your powers and find a way to be recruited by the avengers. By the time you were 25 you caught the eye of Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes. Someone had filmed you out in the forests of northern New York helping a wolf that was injured, fitting that the wolf had white fur. 

They couldn't believe what they saw, you approached the wolf with no fear looking at his leg that was injured and reaching for your backpack and taking out med supplies to clean his wound and wrap it up. Before the wolf walked away he came up to you and bowed his head to touch yours as a thank you for saving him and he turned to walk away and howled. Telling the other packs that she was a helper and to trust her. 

They had to find out more about you, they tracked you down a few days later walking the same forest but this time you had an animal walking with you like he was your pet. They didn't approach you too quickly so as to not scare you or your pet which was a beautiful reddish brown wolf. You could sense them and once they were in your peripheral vision looking forward you spoke to them. “ It's ok, Apollo won't bite unless I tell him to.” That's when they came out from behind a tree and introduced themselves. Apollo sat next to you as they came towards you to introduce themselves. You locked eyes with Bucky and it's like you could feel a pull towards him, but shook your head to put that in the back of your mind for another time. They asked you how you were able to take care of that wolf and if you had any fighting skills. You demonstrated by bending down and looking Apollo in the eyes and speaking to him through your mind to have him go up to Sam and put his paws on his chest and lick his face. The look on his face was one of horror then amazement. You told them you have the power of animal manipulation and empathy, also you took jiu jitsu for several years and are a black belt. They asked you to come be a part of the avengers from that day on. That was 2 years ago and you couldn't be happier, forming a great friendship with Sam and Bucky as well as Clint when he wasn’t back home with his family. 

You are a proud latina and love showing the guys your culture, but one you have kept to yourself. Around Halloween you started getting a few deliveries to the compound, and Bucky was very curious about them. He thought they may be Halloween decorations but when you got a flower delivery, that piqued his interests. He didn't think you had a boyfriend otherwise you would have said something, but these were not regular flowers for a girlfriend they were small orange flowers. He didn't want to impose so he watched from afar, while you took them into your room. Halloween came and went and no decorations so 2 days after that he knocked on your door to find out what was up. 

You had been held up in your room all morning making sure your ofrenda was perfect. You had about 5 famed pictures and all your offerings set up in front of them. Flower pedals from your marigolds all over and a few in vases, candles were lit and your rosary laid out front. As you were finishing up you heard a knock at your door, you stood up and opened your door to find Bucky standing there looking a little sheepish with a crooked little smile. 

“Hi Bucky, what can I do for you?”  

“Well the other day I saw you were getting a few deliveries and wanted to know what you had gotten? I thought they were decorations but you didn't put any out and then the flowers confused me.”

You look at him with a sweet smile and think to yourself, might as well show him.

“Come on in buck and I’ll show you.” He passed by you and when he looked to his right he saw something he had never seen before.

“You guys know how I'm Mexican-American and love showing you guys all that entails? Well this is one I've kind of kept from you guys but I think it's time to show you.”

“What is this and who are… is that Tony and Natasha?”

“This Is called an ofrenda, in my culture november 2nd is Dia de los Muertos (day of the dead) you make an altar with marigolds and framed photos of those in your family or friends who have passed on and place their favorite things on it as an offering.”

He takes everything in as he looks at it. You have some frozen blueberries in front of Tony's picture, and somehow you found some of Natasha's widow bites as well. 

“Who are these people?” “That is my nana and tata and abuelo and abuelita (grandparents)”

“And the little boy?”

Front and center is a picture of a 2 year old boy with sparkling brown eyes and a smile that could rival Bucky's. With a shaky breath and small tear falling down your cheek, you tell him.

“That's my son. I lost him when he was 2 years old. He was the light of my life.”

Bucky turned to you and engulfed you in a big hug. You cried silent tears as did Bucky. While still holding you Bucky spoke. 

“Why didn't you say you had a son?”

“It's still hard to talk about him, but when I do I can't shut up about him.” You giggle a little at that.

“Well if you're willing to, I'd like to know about him?”

That's how you went on an hour long talk with Bucky about your son, when something popped into your head.

“Can I ask you something? If it's too personal just let me know, okay?” “Sure anything for you.” You blushed a little bit. 

“Do you know where your family is buried?” He looks off like he's about to shut down, but looks back at you with fondness in his eyes.

“Yeah, they are in Brooklyn, but i haven't gone to see them yet. Why do you ask?”

“Only if you would like to, since i can't be at my son's burial i’d like to visit your family and celebrate this day with them, only if you're okay with that?” 

Biting your bottom lip in anticipation of a hard no, he stands up and extends his hand out to you. “Is there anything we have to do before we go there?” With a smile on both your faces, you take his hand and head out. But not before you blow out the candles on the ofrenda. Don't want to start a fire. You asked Bucky what his mom, dad and sister liked, while gathering some of your flowers to place on their graves. He said his dad liked cheap cigars, his mom loved to bake and all he can remember from his sister Rebecca is that she used to carry around a teddy bear when she was little. As you headed to the garage, Bucky went straight for his motorcycle. 

“Is it okay if we take the bike?” “Hell yeah, as long as we have a place to put our stuff?” With a wink and a smile he had you put on a helmet and then he got on the bike. He patted the back and you swung over your leg and sat down. 

“Make sure to hold on tight, don't want you falling off angel.” 

He revved the engine a bit and that's when you snaked your arms around him and laid your head on his back. He grabbed your hand and gave it a small squeeze and off he was. Feeling the wind on your face and holding on to Bucky gave you a sense of peace. Weaving in and out of lanes you both head into Brooklyn. Your first stop is a small bodega near the cemetery. To your luck you were able to find what you came for, even a small bear with a blue bow around its neck to match Bucky's eyes. When he picked up the bear he had a sad look on his face. 

“Are you sure you're okay with this? We can head back home if this is too much?”

“No no it's ok, it's just I didn't realize how much I missed my sister.” You give him a hug from behind and hold him tight. You turn to face him and give him a smile, which he returns. After paying for your items, you ride the next few blocks to the cemetery. When you arrive you are pleasantly surprised to see several families gathered around various graves. It makes your heart swell knowing that you can do this Bucky. “Do you know where they are and are they all together?” “Yeah they are just over in the direction.” You pass by a few families on your way, and greet them as you pass by. Once you pass a big oak tree Bucky stops, there in front of you is George & Winifred Barnes as well as next to them is Rebecca buried with her husband. As Bucky stands there you get to work. You start laying the marigolds all around the headstones and once they are perfect you place a few candles and start lighting them. Next you grab the bag from the bodega and place a box of 3 cigars, a small pie and the teddy bear. After you made sure everything was in its place you kneeled there just admiring it. You look over your shoulder and look up at Bucky, you left up your hand for him to take and he kneels next to you. 

“This is your family so if you want some time alone I can just stand a few feet away.” Before you get up he stops you and gives you a hug, “No please stay, I want to introduce you.” “I would love that.”

“Hey ma, dad i know i should have visited sooner but better late than never. I want to introduce you to someone, this is y/n she's an avenger like me and she can talk to animals and they understand her.” 

“Hi Mr & Mrs Barnes it's an honor to meet the people responsible for raising such an amazing man.” You both look at each other like you're the only 2 around. After a few more seconds he looks to his right at Rebecca's headstone.  “Hey Becca, you have no idea how much I miss you little sister.” As he is trying to compose himself you rub his back reassuring him you are there for him. Taking a shaky breath he starts to speak to her again. “Becca this is y/n, I think you two would have gotten along really well.” “Hey Becca, it's great to meet you. I bet you have some great stories about your brother.” With a mischievous smile you both start to laugh a little bit. 

“If you don't mind, I'd like to say a little prayer for them? Are you alright with that?”

“Sure, go ahead.” You take out your rosary and begin a simple prayer.

“Descanso eterno, concédeles, oh señor, y brille para ellos la luz perpetua. Que las almas de todos los fieles difuntos, por la misericordia de Dios, descansen en paz Amén.” (Eternal rest, grant unto them, oh lord, and let perpetual light shine upon them. May the souls of all the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace Amen.) As you spoke the prayer, Bucky couldn't keep his eyes off you. You spoke so beautifully, all he could think of that moment is how much he wanted to kiss you. “What did you just say? It sounded so beautiful?” Bowing your head , you told him. “Basically I was praying that your family find their light and find a peaceful and eternal rest.”  You turned to look at him and he had this look in his eyes, like he found his own peace right here with you. He moves closer to you holding your face in his hands. He wipes a tear you don't notice falling, and looks at your lips and then back to your eyes. You do the same, as that magnet starts pulling you both closer. It's stronger than ever and finally your lips collide in a soft but passionate kiss. You bring your hands up to hold on to his shoulders to ground yourself. Bucky moves his hands down your arms and to your back and brings your bodies closer. He licks your bottom lip and you moan giving him permission for his tongue to enter. The kiss get hungrier and you bring your hands to his hair and scratch his scalp and he moans into the kiss. You smile into the kiss knowing you did that to him. You both break from the kiss each holding the other's face, two goofy smiles then a bit of laughter. 

“I never thought our first kiss would be in a cemetery in front of my parents headstones” You both laugh again. “Me either but here we are. Sometimes when the time is right you just know.” “Come on angel, let's gather this stuff up and I’ll take you dinner, how does that sound?” “Oh definitely, I'm starving.” 

After a dinner of burgers and fries at a local diner, you make your way back to the compound. It seems to take a little longer this time, you notice he's taking the long way home thinking he doesn't want the night to end just yet. Once you see the buildings in the distance your day is coming to an end. You don't want to let go once he parks his motorcycle in the garage. You both just sit on the bike for another 5 minutes just keeping him in your embrace. He turns his head to look at you and you lock eyes ending up in a kiss that takes your breath away. His left hand is in your hair wanting you to be closer to him. You are able to swing your left leg in front of him and straddle him on the front of the bike. He takes the helmet off, never breaking the kiss. After several minutes of your hot motorcycle make out session. You pull away, lips swollen, chests heaving, both of you have lust blown eyes. You break the silence first. “Wow!” 

“Yeah, I've never kissed on a motorcycle before. We should do that more often, that was hot” You put your head on his chest and start laughing. All of a sudden you hear Apollo howl. “Well that's my cue, he needs to be let out to take his run.” “Well I better not keep his momma any longer.” He gets off the bike first then helps you slide off next. Walking hand in hand to elevators you head up to the living quarters. Just as the elevators open you spot Apollo licking Sam within an inch of his life. You walk over to them laughing. “Apollo, what have I told you about slobbering all over Sam?” You speak to him through your powers and let him know what not to do and apologize for not being home sooner. When you're done you head back to the elevators to let him run around the grounds. You pass Bucky and give him a chaste kiss on the lips. 

“I'll be back in 15 mins, want to cuddle and watch tv in the living room when i get back?” “That sounds fantastic, meet you back here in 20 then.” “Okay.” While you head down to the front lawn, Sam comes up to Bucky with wide eyes. “Where do you guys go and what was that kiss about?”

“I finally went to see my family at the cemetery and y/n opened my eyes to a whole new world of her culture I don't know how to describe.” 

“Really how did that happen?”

“I think that's something you're gonna have to ask her but tomorrow, i want to spend more time with her tonight.”

After letting Apollo run around with a local wolf pack in the area, you head back inside to change into comfy clothes and meet Bucky in the living room. You both end up cuddled under a blanket watching tv and just talking until 3 in the morning. You both fall asleep in each other's arms and it's the best sleep you both have had in a while. 

[cevans16]

Ask Her To Dance

Summary: You’re part of the Avengers during the Infinity War era, you and the cast have a final party in Greece

You had all recently finished filming Infinity War, traveling to Europe to start the promo tour, ending up in Greece. You played a military veteran who had started working for the Avengers, you had grown close to the entire cast, having a crush on Sebastian. Sebastian had always been a quiet one except when he was with you or Anthony Mackie. 

It was the last night after a ton of interviews, photoshoots, etc. Robert had suggested you all go out to a club to blow off some steam and as as last hoorah. So there you were in a midi skin-tight lavender summer dress and black high heels. Scarlett had done your makeup in a dark smokey eye look balancing the rest with a natural shade while Lizzie did your hair in voluminous curls, you looked sexy to say the least.

“Wow....you look wow, I’m not a lesbian but I would turn for you” Scarlett said once they took a final look at you. 

“What am I not hot before this look?” you teased

“Oh of course you are but now I can’t hold myself” she said smirking at you. 

While they were finishing up you heard someone knock on the hotel door, you went to open it to find the boys standing there, they didn’t say a word but their eyes looked like they were about to pop out. 

“Okay...where’s (Y/N) and what have you done to her?” Robert jokingly asked

“Stop! You guys coming in or what” you said stepping aside to allow them in

“I think they’re almost done, I’m going downstairs to get us a cab” you said.

You didn’t see that Mackie had elbowed Sebastian to go with you to the lobby. Sebastian blushed and shook his head, “Come on.....hey (Y/N) you shouldn’t go alone, Sebs here will accompany you” Mackie announced. 

You looked at him with a confusing look but didn’t ask any questions, at least not in front of the boys. “Okay...come on Sebastian”. 

“Ladies first” he motioned to you to walk inside the elevator first to head down

“Such a gentleman” you said. You leaned on the elevator wall, tapping your heel on the floor

“You look beautiful (Y/N)” Sebastian said in a soft whisper, you felt your cheeks heat up at him complimenting you

“Thank you, you look great as always” you replied, this time you saw him blush, he smiled scrunching in his nose in that adorable way that he always did when he got shy. 

You let the driver know that you would be down in about twenty more minutes. You and Sebastian headed back up to see if everyone else was almost ready. You walked in to the room with Scarlett and Lizzie finishing up the last of their makeup. You grabbed a mascara to touch up on your own eyelashes. 

“You ladies take forever” Chris Evans teased you three

“Okay then wait for us over there” you turned to say to him 

You kept eyeing Evans for a bit, he obviously caught onto your expression.

“Noooo whatever it is don’t” he said a little frightened

“Seriously, you two film a movie where you are a couple and now you act like a couple” Robert teased

Robert’s comment caused Sebastian’s heart to drop a little bit. He knew you and Chris Evans were only great friends but after seeing some of the footage of the Knives Out movie you and Chris played as a toxic couple, Sebastian couldn’t help but wonder if there could be something more between you and Chris.

“Oh stop no, its not like that but I do have an idea...well more of a favor” you said

“What?” Chris asked you

“Can I please put mascara on one of your eyelashes because yours are so long and I want to see what they look like with mascara!” you asked him excitedly

“What the fahck noooo” he said, his little Bostonian accent showing

“Please Chris, just one eye! I promise I’ll wipe it off.....please, I’ll drop on my knees to beg you” you pleaded

“Can you at least wait for all of us to leave, we don’t want to see that” Robert joked

“Shut it Downey” you said laughing, “Please Chris, I’ll give you ten bucks”

Chris narrowed his eyes at you, mulling over the situation for a second. He couldn’t say no to you though, you had become such a great friend to him.

“Fine, just one damn eye that’s it” he said to you

You did a little jump of joy, walking over to him. He was on the end of the couch next to Sebastian. You set your knee between Sebastian and Chris who had scooted a bit over to give you some space. 

“Why am I letting you do this?” Chris said already regretting his choice

“Because you love me” you teased at him

“That I do” he immediately replied

Sebastian would be lying if he said that he wasn’t jealous at hearing Chris say that, or seeing you get along great with Chris, let alone seeing how close your face was to Chris’. He didn’t say anything, only intently looking at you place the mascara on Chris’ eyelashes. Mackie on the other hand could tell the little green monster was getting the best of Sebastian slowly but surely.

“Ohhh my gosh -CHRIS- this isn’t fair” you yelped seeing his eyelashes grow longer and darker

You glanced quickly over to Sebastian, he looked away instantly, a light blush on his cheeks. 

“Wait, you have long lashes too, not like Chris’ but--OKAY this isn’t fair, why do you boys get long lashes” you commented

“Yours are long too so stop whining” Chris said

You were still looking at Sebastian’s eyes, they were a beautiful shade of blue, you loved his eyes, this was the first time you were able to see them so upclose though. 

“Are you going to stare at him or can I wipe this damn makeup off?” Chris asked pulling you out of your trance. This time you felt yourself blush with Sebastian being the one to catch you.

“Sorry- yes Chris you can go now. Sebastian, would you let me put mascara on” you now asked him

“I’m sure he’d let you do anything to him” Mackie commented, earning a deathful glare from Sebastian

“It’s okay if you don’t want to” you immediately added

“Nahh let me see doll” he smiled at you, leaning his face closer to yours, you felt your breath hitch.

“YAY, okay look up just a little bit-oh wait hold on” you said, you put the mascara that you had in your hand behind your dress, you pulled out another one from your thigh, Sebastian was a little confused at the switch.

“Don’t say anything but I used waterproof mascara on Chris” you whispered giggling at your confession. 

“You’re bad” Sebastian replied chuckling at your little shenanigans, Chris was going to flip. And he sure did.

“Okay I’m almost don-” you were about to say

“(Y/N)!!!!!” you heard Chris yell for you, he came out of the bathroom followed by the girls who couldn’t stop laughing

“What?” you asked innocently

“Don’t ‘what’ me with those eyes, you put waterproof on didn’t you!?” he stated

“Noooo look” you said showing him the mascara you had in your hand

“That’s bullshit where is it!?” he yelled

You knew he wasn’t entirely pissed but he wasn’t too happy either

“Chris I don’t know what you’re talking about” you said trying to hide the smirk on your face

“I see it” Chris said at the mascara that was placed behind your back in your dress. Chris swiped it out quickly, almost shoving it in your face.

“I’ll get you back” he peered at you 

“Ohhh how scary” you said cackling at this point. Chris didn’t respond however he slightly shoved you towards Sebastian who caught you with his hands on your sides, both of you blushing immensely.

“Sorry” you both said at the same time. You could feel everyone else’s eyes on you and Sebastian. You got up from the couch walking over to get a makeup wipe remover

“You have nice eyelashes too Sebs.....actually your entire eyes....its not fair” you complimented him

“Thanks” he replied shyly.

He was about to take the wipe from your hands but you shook your head, reaching over to his face to wipe away the makeup

“Why does he get special treatment?” Chris asked, he knew exactly why.

“Shut it” you said

“I’m still going to get you back, this shit does not come off easily” Chris said complaining.

The girls were finally done, all of you doing one last check before heading out to the bar lounge which was a little far away from the hotel. 

After a twenty minute drive you arrived to your destination, you and the girls headed to the restroom while the guys got some drinks and headed over to the private section. The place wasn’t too crowded or crazy but there were enough people to give it a great atmosphere. It also overlooked part of Greece and the ocean, the warm humid weather being complemented with a nice breeze.

“So now that we’re done with the tour, maybe you should ask her out before you start filming here?” Mackie encouraged Sebastian.

“Ehhh I don’t know man, I don’t think she likes me” Sebastian replied shyly

“Oh don’t start with that, she is into you! She just doesn’t make it obvious, Scar told me that she thinks you’re cute sooo can’t be wrong, won’t hurt to ask” Mackie said. 

“Trust me she likes you” Chris added in with a wink at Sebastian. 

“Where did you go?” Hemsworth asked him

“I was getting payback” he smirked

Sebastian was going to ask Chris what he meant until he saw you and the girls walking over with your drinks.

“Man this place is beautiful!” You yelled over the music. 

“You’ve never been to Greece?” Lizzie asked you 

“Nah it’s my first time so be gentle” you joked, Sebastian almost spit out his drink

“Speaking of first times, how’s the movie for you two going?” Scarlett asked you and Chris, you both turned to look at each other

“Not bad actually, definitely more risqué than what I did in Vampire Diaries” you explained.

“Ohhh I may or may not have requested that song” Chris Evans confessed while drinking his beer

“What!! Why?!” you yelped

“Oh come on, you know people go crazy when they see you on the screen with that song playing” he smirked

He was right, there was a certain scene in the show you had done where your character is a newly turned vampire, almost dirty dancing with one of the bad boy vampires at a college party. 

“I swear everywhere I go they play that song” you added

“It’s not necessarily a bad thing” Evans said. 

“What show?” Sebastian asked curiously, he had heard about the show but never watched it. Sebastian’s comment added onto the fuel of everyone around you. 

“Out of all people, YOU for sure have to see it, she looks hot” Scarlett motioned over to you

“Scarrrr” you gritted through your teeth. Luckily you were saved by the song playing over the speakers, Feel So Close by Calvin Harris boomed over the place. 

The intro had you moving to the beat, you loved this song, it brought you great memories from when you were part of the Vampire Diaries show

Almost a minute into the song the DJ yelled, “We hear a certain vampire is in the building!! Give it up for (Y/N)!!!!!”

Sure enough they played that certain party scene on the big screen. You and your former costar Ian Somerhalder killing it as vampires dirty dancing.

You felt yourself blushing, embarrassed at the unwanted attention. You turned to Chris Evans who was laughing his ass off while recording your reaction and everyone else.

“Let’s see your famous vampire moves!” the DJ yelled into the microphone

You yelled over to Lizzie and Scarlett, “Too bad I don’t have my friend to dance with me”

You moved your hips stronger to the rhythm of the song, twirling, making the exact moves you did when you had done that certain episode. You were laughing, carefree, having fun almost forgetting about your embarrassment.

Sebastian was paying attention to both you and the scene playing, he had to watch this show he thought to himself. He always thought you were gorgeous but this scene seeing you with blood, fangs, dancing, turned him on more than anything. However he also wished he was the guy who had been dancing with you for that scene.

Your final move was another sway of your hips, in the show you had ran your finger on your costar’s face to wipe some blood, sucking on it. You did the exact same move to Scarlett who acted like she was fanning herself. The boys and Lizzie laughed at your move, the entire place going crazier.

When the song ended, you shoved Evans, “I hate you!!!” you yelled over to him

“Payback’s a bitch sweetheart” he laughed, you shook your head, “ahhh come on, you know that song brings you back to good old times” he added

“I hate to say it but you’re right” you agreed, the song reminded you of great times with your former castmates

“What about it? You and that guy dated” Sebastian asked curiously

“Ian...no he was dating someone else but he’s still a great friend of mine. We had such a blast filming that part, brings me very fun memories from when I did that show” you explained.

After Evans’ little stunt on you, you guys were all dancing around having a great time. 

The next song to come up was Gimme Gimme by ABBA causing you and the girls to go crazy, the boys only laughed enjoying your excitement.

You, Scarlett and Lizzie made a sandwich between each other, all dancing carefree. You all took turns lip syncing, twirling each other.

You yelling “GIMME GIMME GIMME A MAN AFTER MIDNIGHT!!!” with Scarlett and Lizzie doing a supposed back up dancing. 

Sebastian had never seen this side of you, at this moment he really wished you were his girlfriend because he really wanted to kiss you. 

“You should ask her to dance” Robert yelled over to him, motioning to you

Sebastian instantly shook his head, “I can’t...I don’t want to make it awkward plus she’s having fun” he added. 

“Suit yourself” Robert said walking away to get some water

You were all at the lounge for about another two hours, enjoying a night out with each other. 

One of the next songs was I Feel Love by Donna Summer

Sebastian wasn’t going to ask you to dance until he saw you were with Evans’ heading towards the dance floor besides Hemsworth and his wife Elsa dancing next to you and smiling at you both. 

You started to hold Evans’ left hand moving to the beat as it picked up both of you laughing about something. Sebastian looked at Mackie who was smirking at him, “You’ll regret it if you don’t” leaning in closer to Sebastian, “trust me though there’s nothing more going on between those two” he explained referring to you and Chris.

Like clockwork, Sebastian walked over to you and Evans, Lizzie and Scarlett noticed because they called Evans over to dance with them, you were about to follow when you heard Sebastian yell for you. 

“(Y/N), want to dance?” he said smiling shyly

You felt your heart skip a beat, you weren’t sure if it was a good idea because you knew your feelings for Sebastian would probably get worse but you decided to just live in the moment

“Sure!” you yelled, placing your hand onto his, he twirled you first and then you two were moving into a great rhythm to the song

You liked that Sebastian kept you close but still was respectful to your space, its not that you didn’t want to be grinding on him but you also wanted to respect Sebastian. 

At one point he pulled you in close to his face and said, “I really would like to kiss you (Y/N)” 

You looked up at him, you didn’t know what to say at first so you pulled his face down towards yours, playfully licking his nose with your tongue causing him to laugh

“What was that for?” he asked surprised at your action

“I’ve wanted to kiss you too Sebastian” you confessed

With that Sebastian then licked your nose with his tongue while he held your face with both of his hands and then he kissed you passionately. You two kissed each other like there was no tomorrow while still keeping to the beat of Donna Summer’s sultry song.

“Holy shit!!!!” Evans yelled over you two, “fucking finally!!!” he added while the rest of cast cheered you and Sebastian on.

Although the song is almost eight minutes long it felt like two with Sebastian. You two kept dancing, giving each other a few kisses here and there. 

At one point you were all back to your private section again. The final song was 34+35 by Ariana Grande 

“Oh-I love this song!” you yelled

“YOU, innocent (Y/N)?!” Mackie exclaimed

“It’s not that bad” you said defensively 

“Just give me them babieees” you sang loudly but looked at Scarlett, making a come here gesture for her to join you.

You kept singing the song, surprising everyone because you weren’t much into pop let alone a song about explicit sex. The girls joined in including Robert’s wife Susan and Elsa, Hemsworth’s wife.

Sebastian was mesmerized by you in so many ways it drove him crazy.

“Baby, you might need a side belt when I ride it” you acted like you put a seatbelt on, saying your hips like your were riding. 

“I’m living for this” Lizzie chuckled while dancing with you too

“Sebastian...look away” Evans’ said covering Sebastian’s eyes playfully

“Nooo leave him alone” Elsa laughed

After a while, you all started gathering your things to head back to the hotel. Sebastian grabbed your hand, kissing it and smiling at you.

“What” you asked him smiling back

“Nothing, well, would you like to uhm.... go out on a date with me?” he asked you a bit nervous

“I would love to Sebastian” you said

He scrunched his nose in a cute way that he always did when he got nervous or flustered. 

“I can’t wait” he said leaning over to give you a kiss on your forehead

“I told you to ask her to dance” Robert said smiling over at you both.

You were glad that Sebastian had listened.

[afictionaladventure16]

Not in the Job Description (Sebastian Stan x Latina!Reader)

Got the idea after a similar scenario happened to me at work but sadly there was no Sebastian Stan to save the day or anyone for that matter. I do not mean any offense to any type of race. 

Warnings: Offensive language, Sexual talk, racist language, cute Sebastian gif

Word Count: 1,534

Credit to the gif owner! 

Y/N = Your Name

Y/CW/N = Your CoWorkers Name

Summary: A young waitress has to deal with some customers who are kind of racist and stereotyping her race, Sebastian Stan a famous actor, just happens to be eating at this restaurant when he overhears everything. 

You sighed as you walked through the doors to your work, “another day, another dollar,” you mumbled as you quickly pulled your hair up into a messy ponytail. You hated working as a waitress, but it was the best you could do with your current situation and risking leaving this stable job for another wasn’t on the agenda.

“Oh, thank God, you’re here,” Y/CW/N, said as you walked behind the counter, she was fairly new to the restaurant but you quickly took a liking to her seeing how she could quickly work during the rushes and not get easily stressed with orders. You raised your eyebrows, concerned, to the tone of urgency in her voice. You’ve never seen her like this before since she’s started working here, “Do you mind taking those guys’ order?” She directed towards the table nearby with her eyes, two guys who looked to be about in their mid-fifties sat there, laughing loudly at something they were whispering about.

“Why can’t you take it?” You asked as you turned back to look over at her.

She let out a heavy sigh, “I tried but they’re being pretty sexist towards me…”

“Sexist?”

She nods, “I’m already having a bad day as it is, I just rather not deal with it today.”

You sighed, you didn’t want to deal with it either, but you were being promoted to assistant manager and you knew this was the kind of thing you’d had to deal with. You didn’t want one of your crew members uncomfortable at work and you’ve always mentioned that if they ever needed you to do something like this to not hesitate. You gave Y/CW/N a small smile, “don’t worry about it, hon,” you grabbed her notepad, “I’ll handle them.”

She grinned, “you’re the best!” The fact that she was younger than you, made you feel bad for her. This job came with a lot of unwanted attention, something they never put in the job description, and if you can just avoid her getting that unwanted attention to save her from undesirable experience then you’ll do it in a heartbeat.

You walked over to the gentleman, one of the men’s eyes quickly looked over at you, you hated the way he was staring but you decided to brush it off. “Alright, fellas, I’m Y/N and I’ll be your waitress for the evening. What kind of drinks can I get you guys started with?”

One of the men smirked, “how about you get me started with one of them drinks you Latinas love to drink so much?” His southern accent sent chills down your spine but not in a good way. Usually, you loved an accent but the way the words rolled out of his tongue like sharp knives. You shook your head, maybe he just thinks what he is saying is okay, maybe he won’t saying anything else.

You gave them a soft smile, “I don’t know what you mean,” You cleared your throat, “we have soda, tea, water, orange juice...”

“A coca-cola, por favor,” the Spanish words were rough on his tongue like they were foreign to him and he was just using it to mock you in some way.

Hey, if he wanted to learn Spanish, awesome. It’s an amazing language, you thought. You gave him a small nod, thinking much about it and wrote down his drink order.

“Didn’t think us gringos can speak Spanish, huh?” He said with a small chuckle as his eyes lingered on your body. “Got to learn some of your people’s language, someday, especially with you being everywhere.” Your people? Was this guy serious? This made you fume. You wanted to tell him off right then and there, but that sort of thing was what got people like them fueled up.

Alright, that crossed the line, you stayed silent for a second, “so, I’m going to assume you both want coke’s?”

“No,” The other guy said sternly as he gave you a small glare, “I actually want a sprite. Or how you guys would say, esprite?”

“Jesus,” you heard the customer at the counter mumble, you didn’t notice there were other customers around.

You sighed and wrote down the drink order, “I’ll be back,” you mumbled as you took off behind the counter. “Mother-“You stopped yourself as you placed the notepad on the counter.

“Everything okay?” You heard your favorite coworker ask.

“Peachy,” you stated as you began to get the drinks for the customers.

“Sure, as hell doesn’t sound like it.”

Y/CW/N sighed, “I asked her to deal with some sexist customers,” she turned to you, “Sorry, I can handle it if you like.”

You shook your head, “no, then they’ll know something is up.” You looked over at the customers as they spoke amongst themselves, “I’ve dealt with assholes like them before.”

You grabbed the drinks and walked over to the men, placing the drinks on the table, “you boys ready to order?”

“You know, one thing good about you people is the women.” No, just no, you thought. “don’t you agree, Ben?” The other guy nods, “you women know how to cook, clean and dance.”

Why were you letting them speak this way towards you? Well, you were slightly afraid. “Look, guys, if you’re not ready to order, let me know because I do have other customers to tend to.”

“Fiesty,” The other guy, Ben, mumbles, “me gusta.”

“Come on, baby, we’ve been speaking your native language, why don’t you give papichulo here some Spanish lessons?”

Sebastian couldn’t help but overhear everything, he wanted to say something right away but wasn’t sure if it was the right thing to do but now, now it just went too damn far.

“Okay, I can’t handle it anymore,” Sebastian said as he turned around in the stool and looked over at the guys. This customer looked familiar to you, “why don’t you guys just shut it? Shut down the whole thing, like come on, this young lady doesn’t need this type of shit from you guys. She probably must deal with a whole bunch of other guys like you every day and on top of that probably some other rude ass customers. So, if this is how you’re going to treat her then just leave.”

“I don’t think this is any of your business,” Ben said as he raised his voice. “especially since she hasn’t said anything herself if she has a problem with it she can tell us.”

“I don’t care if it’s not my business, she’s just being nice because it’s her job to be nice to assholes like you,” The customer began to raise his voice. “why don’t you just take your business elsewhere, because all you are doing here is being disrespectful to this lady.”

The guys looked at each other and got up from their seats, mumbling bits of profanity, you couldn’t help but laugh as soon as they walked out of the door. You turned to the customer who had a smirk on his face, “thank you.”

He smiles at you, “anytime, doll.”

You continued to take other customers orders, but it wasn’t until you noticed that one customer getting ready to leave, you quickly took his tab and walked over to the register. You heard someone clear their throat, looking up to see him smiling down at you, “Um, Y/CW/N, said to come over here to pay for my order?” He began to look through his wallet, but you shook your head as you handed him his receipt.

He gave you a confused look, “it’s on the house.” Sebastian felt like this was another way of being treated as a celebrity but the fact that you weren’t fangirling left him confused.

“On the house?”

You chuckled, “for saving my ass over there. It’s a thank you from me to you.”

He chuckled, “you really didn’t have to.”

You shrugged, “it was more like I wanted too.”

“Any sane person would have defended someone in a situation like that in a heartbeat.”

You looked down and then back at him, “you’d be surprised how many insane people are out there.”

Sebastian was surprised by your response, but he took a liking to you, “Sebastian,” he said softly as he stuck his hand out for a handshake.

“I know,” you said softly, you had realized who he was when he came up to the register, “Y/N,” you gently shook his hand, “it’s nice to meet you.”

He smiled, “It’s nice to meet you too, Y/N.” Sebastian’s phone began to ring, knowing very well it was his manager probably wondering where he was at. He groaned slightly to himself, “I have to take this,” he said softly as he took his phone out of his pocket, he quickly looked back over at you, “Do you work tomorrow?”

“Yeah, I clock in at 4 pm.”

Sebastian grinned from ear to ear, “I’ll see you tomorrow, then,” he said before answering the phone and walking out of the restaurant. Sebastian felt some type of connection towards you and knowing that he’d only be in town for a short period he knew he had to take time to see you once more.

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[buckbuckstan]

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Unthinkable Masterlist

Summary: Seven years, three movies, two people, one story. But before they can get their happily ever after, Sebastian Stan and Camille Solis must learn to trust in each other and in themselves, before allowing the unthinkable to happen.

Warnings: Fluff, Smut, Language, Angst, Mental Health, WOC lead character

Rating: NC-17

Note: Decided to do some edits on this old story! I’ll start posting the updated chapters on here! It will be broken up into three books. You can also read it on:

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Book One

Prologue

Chapter 1 Gravity

Chapter 2 Almost Doesn't Count

Chapter 3 If You Lift Me Up

Chapter 4 Happy Birthday!

Chapter 5 Pulling Me Back

[captainmarvels]

Muñeca Traicionera

Summary: Sam decides to pull a prank on one Bucky Barnes - how far will it go? 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Latinx!Reader

Warnings: Language, Sexual Innuendos?

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: I’m real scared about this fic b/c I feel like its not good but ANYWAYS, about 85% of the dialogue and some descriptions are in Spanish - NO English translations so either ask me or google translate for help lmao sorry - the songs mentioned are Propuesta Indecente by Romeo Santos and Loco by Enrique Iglesias!  I want to dedicate this to all my Hispanic/Latinx/POC writers and readers who have felt the lack of representation; hopefully this is the start of something good for all of us :) Enjoy! [PS: this is definitely not the last time I write a poc!/latinx!reader fic!]

Masterlist

As soon as you walked into the conference room, you were tackled into the wall.

“¿Por fin llegas, Y/N! Ay, como te he extrañado, por qué no vienes más seguido, eh?” You pulled away, giggling while enjoying Sam’s thick American accent. “¡No te reís de mí, chica. No soy una broma!”

“¡Jaja, por favor, nunca me burlare de ti, Sam! Te extrañe también, tontito.”

“Okay, eso dolio un poco, don’t do that to me!” Sam pulled away, laughing along with you.

“Perdoname, but your Spanish has gotten better since the last time I saw you, mi Falcon. ¿Como están todos?” You took a seat next to him, pulling out your laptop.

“They’re good - we’ve got a few new additions to the team, but you’ll meet them soon enough.”

You were about to ask about the new members when Tony strolled in, Steve and Natasha right behind him.

“Wow, hace tiempo desde la última vez que nos vimos, ¿verdad? ¿Como estas, nena?” Steve said as he pulled you into his embrace, practically smothering you. Once he lets go, you give Natasha a quick kiss on the cheek, hugging her as well.

“Muy bien, gracias. Y si, demasiado tiempo. ¡Pero, buenas noticias! ¿O todavía no les dice Tony?” You glanced over at him, his eyes scanning some document in his hands. “¡Oye, Stark! Para hoy, ¿no?” Sam and Nat snickered behind you as Tony just glared at you before turning around.

“You’re even snarkier in Spanish, Y/N. How did I ever deal with it before?”

“¿Quién sabe? Lo bueno es que sobreviviste para ver lo bueno que he hecho con tu ayuda.” You smiled as you walked up to him, pulling him in for a hug.

“Ugh, stop getting so sappy. Now, time for the briefing.”

“Man, I wish I could vacation in mother freaking Brazil! Take me next time, alright?” Sam was putting away his files while the rest of you stuck around, catching up before grabbing some lunch together. “Hey, Y/N? I got a favor to ask, and I really hope you’ll say yes.”

“Sam, this better not be the same thing from earlier-”

“Rogers, c’mon! You know it’d be funny, too! Natasha thought so! Right?” Sam looked between Steve and Nat, who kept a straight face while shrugging her shoulders. “Nat, c’mon, back me up, woman!”

“Just spit it out, Sam!” You laughed, rolling up the sleeves of your shirt, revealing a few painful scars on your tan skin from your last mission.

“Yo, where are those from?”

“Sam! The favor?”

“Okay, okay. So, like I was telling you, we have a few new teammates, right? Well, one of them is Bucky, and he’s just like Natasha - es un ex-asesino, y habla varias lenguas, incluyendo el español. I thought it’d be kinda funny to make him think you only know Spanish, and convince him that he’s the only one who can translate or talk to you? I was just wanna see how long the man lasts speaking Spanish - he once went like 4 months speaking pure French around here before Tony threatened to send him to Texas for 6 months.” Steve covered his face with one hand while Sam just looked at you, his eyes pleading for you to say yes.

“So, you just want me to pretend like I don’t know English? Isn’t this, como se dice...um, neglectful? No, no, eso no es...ah, demeaning! I mean, I’ll do it because it’s you, Sam, but I don’t want to make someone suffer.”

“Oh believe me, he won’t, cariño!” Sam smiled, walking out of the room. Steve walked you out, pulling you aside just before reaching the elevators.

“You know you don’t have to, right?” Steve frowned, concerned etched on his face.

“No soy una niña tonta, Steve. Lo quiero hacer; por lo menos puedo hablar español como siempre, y no perderme en los dos idiomas todo el tiempo.”

You were standing at the front of the conference room, right next to your mentor, Tony. You shyly looked up at the team, who had just begun to make their way to their seats. You spotted Bucky - Sam had mentioned he’d be the one to stick out like a sore thumb. You were pulled away from your thoughts when Tony mentioned your name.

“Well, like I said before, this is Y/N - they work for a Secret Service-type intelligence agency in Portugal; fluent in Spanish, Portuguese, Italian, and French. Y/N, por favor.” Tony winked, gesturing that you move to the front of the room. You stepped forward, tucking some loose strands of hair behind your hair as you began to speak.

“Me llamo Y/N, soy latinx, he trabajado en varias misiones con Tony, pero solamente en Europa, América del Sur, América Central y México. Es un placer conocerlos, y me emociona trabajar con ustedes en los meses que vienen.” You smiled, looking up to see understanding nods with the translator comms in place.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. It’s a pleasure.” Vision was the first to greet her, and soon everyone else followed. Bucky was one of the last ones, and after seeing Natasha greet you in Spanish, he decided he would as well.

“Hola, Y/N. Es un placer conocerte – ojalá podemos conocernos mejor luego, ¿sí?” He smiled, clearing his throat as you shook his hand.

“Por supuesto, Bucky. Eso me gustaría mucho.”

“Han pasado dos meses, y apenas acabamos nuestra decima telenovela juntos, Barnes. Esto si es una locura.” You laughed, handing him a bowl of grapes and cherries while taking your spot on the couch. He smiled, laughing too.

“Es una locura que nunca los descubrí antes de conocerte, Y/N! ¿Ahora, como si llama la que vamos a ver ahorita?”

“Teresa. Es una de mis favoritas, desde que era niña. Te va a encantar, Bucky. Mucho drama para alguien como tú.”

“Órale, que quieres decir con eso, nena? No seas mala conmigo, por fa.” Bucky frowned while eating his fruit. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Ay si, pobrecito. Cálmate, ya verás. ¡Anda, déjame ponerlo!”

Bucky se tapó la cara con un cojín del sofá, tapando sus gritos de frustración, mientras tú te quedabas acostado, riéndote.

“¡Cariño, por favor dime lo que va pasar, tengo que saber!”

Le diste la espalda saltando sobre el sofá para ir a la cocina. “Ni madres, Bucky. ¡Te tienes que esperar como los demás!”

“¡Muñeca, por favor, te lo suplico, dime! Hare lo que quieres si me digas lo que pasa.”

“¡Cabezón, no te voy a decir nada! Ya, pon el próximo capítulo.”

“Te gusta hacerme sufrir.”

You were scouring the kitchen for something to eat when Bucky’s voice came out of nowhere, causing you to almost drop a massive pan on your foot.

“Maldita sea, Bucky! ¡No me espantes así, cabrón!” Bucky giggled, leaning against the island counter as you closed a few of the open cabinets. “¿Que quieres?”

“Nada. ¿Que estás haciendo, muñeca?”

“¡Tratando de encontrar algo de comer porque el bastardo Stark nunca deja nada bueno para los demás, como siempre!”

“¿Jaja, porque no salimos entonces? ¿Yo pago – que quieres?” You turned around, eyebrows raised.

“En serio? No tienes que pagar, Bucky, está bien-“

“Yo invito, Y/N. Basta ya, que se te antoja?” You rolled your eyes, walking over to where he stood.

“Sé que es una pregunta tonta-“

“Nunca.”

“Que chistoso. ¿Has probado los tacos en Harlem?”

“No. Ya ves? Nunca una pregunta tonta contigo, muñeca.” You smacked him in the arm, laughing as he feigned discomfort.

“Déjame subir pa’ agarrar mi bolsa y chamarra. ¿Te veo en el garaje?”

“’sta bien. Si, te veo allá bajo.”

“¿En serio, por cuanto tiempo has guardado este tesoro de lugar? Están riquísimas estos tacos”

“Lo sé. ¿Mm, quiero decir como tres meses desde que llegue? Ya llevo cinco, así que todavía era un poco egoísta pa’ compartir este paraíso con los demás hasta ahora.”

“Pos, gracias por compartirlo conmigo primero – ahora ya sé que soy tu persona favorita!”

“Ay si, ¡tú crees! En tus sueños, Barnes.”

“¡Todas las noches, muñeca!”

“Ya cállate y disfrute de los tacos, bobo.”

“Ya ves, ¡hasta me tienes un apodo cariñoso!”

“Bucky, cállate!” Bucky laughed, winking at you before taking a bite of his taco.

You adjusted the speakers in the deck before plugging in your phone to the surround sound system. Bucky was pacing back and forth, rolling the sleeves of his henley up and down.

“No tengas miedo, Buck. Todos tenemos que aprender en algún momento, ¿no? Iremos despacito.”

“Y si piso tus pies con las mías?”

“Deja de preocuparte! Vente, ya va a empezar la canción. Es una de mis favoritas.”

The music began, and you grabbed Bucky’s hands; placing one on the small of your back, holding the other in your left hand. You swayed your hips, taking two steps to the left, before stepping towards the right, in the same fashion. Bucky watched your feet, doing his best to follow the rhythm you had set.

As you slowly stepped along to the song, you began to softly sing the lyrics.

¿Si te invito a una copa y me acerco a tu boca

Si te robo un besito a ver te enojas conmigo?

¿Qué dirías si esta noche te seduzco en mi coche?

Que se empañen los vidrios

Y la regla es que goces

¿Si te falto el respeto y luego culpo al alcohol

Si levanto tu falda me darías el derecho

A medir tu sensatez?

Poner en juego tu cuerpo

Si te parece prudente esta propuesta indecente?

“Cantas muy bien. ¿Nunca has pensado en una carrera como cantante?”

“¡Que broma, hombre! No, soy la peor en cantar y bailar.”

“Por dios, bailas bien también, muñeca. ¿Me vas a enseñar más?”

“No dijiste tu que tienes dos pies izquierdos?”

“Anda, me gusta bailar contigo.”

“Anda pues, pero vas a tener que escuchar mi voz terrible.”

“Gano de cualquier manera, Y/N.”

A ver, a ver

Permíteme apreciar tu desnudez

(Take it off)

Relájate que este Martini calmara tu timidez

Y una aventura es más divertida si huele a peligro

It was after celebrating their one year of being at the tower - and their official invitation to become an Avenger - that Bucky decided he wanted to ask them out. Y/N had become his best friend over time, and he grew so fond of speaking Spanish and learning about latinx culture because of them. He only realized his feelings when he was listening to the lyrics of one of Y/N’s favorite songs.

Being the cheesy romantic that he was, Bucky decided that he would ask Y/N out by serenading them. He told the rest of the team to steer clear of the main living room, and he especially threatened Sam and Nat if they tried to pull anything.

He told you to meet him there in 30 minutes, so you could go out for lunch. Just enough time for him to set up the sound system, and get the music ready. Bucky had instructed Friday to let him know when you were in the elevator and about to get off, so he could stop psyching himself out.

“Mr. Barnes, Y/N is about to arrive from the elevators.”

He took a deep breath, hitting play on the music, right as you opened the doors.

“Wow, nunca pensé que iba tener una banda sonora en mi vida. ¿Que pasa, Bucky?”

“Y/N, ven, por favor. Quiero decirte algo; bueno, es mejor decir cantarte algo.”

“¿Me vas a dar una serenata, Barnes?” Sentías como tu corazón se iba a saltar de tu pecho, el sonido de tu latido fuerte en tus oídos.

No te perdonare

Si me dejas solo

Con los sentimientos

Que pasan como el viento

Lo revuelven todo

Y me vuelven loco

Loco

Por besar tus labios

Sin que quede nada por dentro de mi

Diciendo te lo todo

Yo

No te perdonare

Si me dejas por dentro con ese dolor

No te perdonare

Si me vuelves loco

You felt the tears at the brim of your eyes, and your face hurt from smiling. You could tell Bucky was nervous, pouring his feelings out to you in song, so you decided to cut him some slack. You walked up to him, cupping his face with your hands. He stumbled over his words, looking down at you.

“Eres un romántico desesperado. Mas, mi romántico.”

“Tuyo?”

“¡No juegas conmigo, James!”

He laughed, closing the distance between you. His lips were gentle and soft against yours, and you couldn’t stop smiling as you kissed him back, the music softly playing in the background, as if you were in a movie. After you pulled away, Bucky held you tight against his chest, kissing the top of your head.

“Nunca pensé que sentirías lo mismo, muñeca.”

“Bueno, ya sabemos que eres un tontito, pero está bien. Ahora sabes.” You laughed as you looked up at him, a frown tugging at his lips.

“Cuando me dejaras vivir?”

“Jamás.”

While you two stood there, on the other side of the door, Natasha, Sam, Steve, Tony and Wanda stood, high-fiving each other after witnessing your little moment. Sam slumped back against the wall, rolling his eyes as Natasha and Steve stuck their hands out.

“Man, I never would’ve thought he’d last this long. 14 months?! Goddamn it, I’m gonna be broke now.”

“Your loss, Sam!”

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