#sebstan imagine

[barnesnatts]

Sebastian recently 🤍

[cassiopeia-grimm]

Imagine

The gif speaks for itself. Get ready when he comes home.

[freakrenaissance]

Whew! This fucking destroyed me 🤤 🤤 🤤

Oop lemme try again I think I got the numbers wrong- 72, 62, 57, 33-

Can I have all those in one fic with bucky please?

72) “Maybe I should leave you like this, that way anyone who wanted to use you could have a go with you. Would you like that?”

62) “I bet all our neighbors can hear you, I bet they all know what a dirty little slut you are.”

57) “I wonder what your girlfriend/boyfriend would do if they knew what you were doing right now.”

33) “Pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic.”

I love this. Dom!Neighbor!Bucky is gonna wreck me.

Smut, no minors!!

“Motherfucker!” You screamed as your heel got caught in the elevator as you tried to step off.

Your night was going terrible. Your asshole boyfriend had stood you up for the third time in a month. You knew you should break it off with him but he kept dodging you and making it impossible for you to officially end things.

You continued cursing under your breath as you wrenched your shoe out of the crack between the lift and the door and started to hobble back to your apartment.

“Rough night, doll?”

And of course, there’s your beautiful neighbor, eating a plum and leaning against his open door frame as he gave you a wicked grin. You didn’t think you could deal with his flirting right now, you were too pissed.

“I’m not in the mood, Buck.” You groaned, digging in your purse for your keys.

“That douchebag you’re dating stand you up again?” He said with a shake of his head as he sauntered towards you, shutting his apartment door.

You just grumbled as you unlocked your door, leaving it open so he could follow you inside. You tossed your bag on the table and went to pour yourself a gin from your bar cart.

“Vodka?” You asked him, grabbing another glass.

“Always.” He answered, tossing the plum pit into the garbage before accepting the drink from your hand. “You know, I’d never miss a date night with you. Especially when you wear those little outfits.”

You rolled your eyes at him as you took another swig of gin, swirling the liquid in your glass. You hopped up on the counter and leaned back on your hands, watching him closely as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip.

“Always with the damn teasing, Barnes.” You scolded him.

“It doesn’t have to be teasing, doll.” He smirked, downing the rest of his drink and starting to prowl towards you. “When’s the last time you got fucked, sweetheart? I bet that asshole never even made you come.”

“Bucky!” You gasped as he slotted himself between your thighs, edging the hem of your skirt up as he leaned into you. “We shouldn’t.”

“Why not?” He murmured, wrapping his hand around your waist and drawing you towards him.

You had trouble coming up with an answer to that as brushed his lips over your throat, making you moan as you felt your pussy throb with need.

“Nothing to say, doll?” He grinned, nipping at your jaw lightly. “I bet you’re already so wet.”

You yelped when he picked you up and started to carry you towards the living room, his mouth still moving over your neck softly. He set you down in front of one of the brick columns and turned you around, drawing the zipper of your dress down slowly before letting it pool at your feet.

“I wonder what your boyfriend would do if he knew what you were doing right now.” He purred, running his knuckles over your spine as he took you in. “That dick doesn’t even know what he’s missing.”

You whimpered as he drew your panties down your legs slowly, pressing his lips to the backs of your thighs.

“Fuck, Bucky.” You whined as he shoved his hand between your legs, running his fingers through your swollen, slick coated folds.

“Pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic.” He muttered into your hair, pressing his chest into your back as he slid two fingers into your velvet channel, making you keen. “You really are desperate for it, aren’t you doll?”

You couldn’t answer as he scissored his fingers inside you, stretching you open as you thrust yourself back towards him, doing your best to fuck yourself on his hand.

He brought his free hand up to slip your breast out of your bra, rolling your nipple through his fingers as you arched into his hand. His body caged you in as you started shaking, a warm coil tightening in your stomach as he slid a third finger inside you.

“Come for me, sweetheart.” He ordered as he nibbled on your ear lobe. “Wanna feel that pussy clamp down on me before I fill it with my cock.”

You screamed as he twisted his fingers inside you, pressing them into your g-spot at the same time he slapped your tit. Your whole body rolled with pleasure underneath him as you released all over his hand, your pussy fluttering wildly as you did your best to keep yourself from collapsing.

“What a good girl you are.” He purred against your shoulder, giving you a moment to rest while he undid his fly and stepped out of his jeans.

“God, Bucky.” You muttered as he turned you around and shoved his cock into you, hissing into your neck as you stretched and fluttered around his length. “Fuck, you’re so big.”

“Yeah?” He grinned as he started rutting into you like an animal. “That boyfriend of yours couldn’t even fill this tight little pussy, could he?”

You couldn’t answer him, the only sounds coming from your mouth a series of wanton moans as he ground his hips against you.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He growled as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. “Taking me so good. I bet all our neighbors can hear you, I bet they all know what a dirty little slut you are.”

He brought his hand between the two of you and started to strum at your clit and you screamed, your body arching into him as the coil snapped. He beamed at you as you spasmed around him, your release squirting out of you and soaking his thighs.

You gasped as he pulled out of you and threw you over the back of the couch, slapping your ass hard before he was spearing back into you and making you come again with a shriek.

“Jesus Christ, doll.” He muttered as he started thrusting into you viciously, his hips slapping against your ass while he wrapped one fist in your hair to yank you back onto his length harshly. “I’m gonna fuck you all over this apartment until you can’t walk.”

You just moaned like a whore as your legs started shaking and you came again, your body sagging against the couch with exhaustion as he kept fucking you.

“Shit, you already fucked out baby?” He growled, wrapping his free hand around your throat and snapping you up against his chest, grinning as he felt your drool running over his fingers. “Did I turn you stupid, sweetheart? Maybe I should leave you like this, that way anyone who wanted to use you could have a go with you. Would you like that?”

You whined as another orgasm ripped through you, drawing you up on your toes as your body tried to bend backwards, your core an aching mess as Bucky kept using your swollen cunt like he had all the time in the world.

“Goddamn, I’m gonna fill that pretty pussy with so much cum you’re gonna feel me for days.” He grumbled as he released his grip on your hair and brought his hand down to pinch your clit.

You sobbed as you came again, tears leaking down your cheeks as your body quivered around him. His cock throbbed inside you before he flooded you with his spend, groaning against your shoulder as he fucked his cum into you with stuttering thrusts.

He held you tightly when he was finished, sagging to the floor and leaning against the back of your couch as he softened inside you and panted into your hair. You breathed deeply as his grip on your neck relaxed, your head rolling lazily against his shoulder as you came down.

“He ever make you come like that, doll?” He asked, pressing a soft kiss to the juncture of your neck and shoulder as he gently cupped your breast.

“Nu-uh.” You said, swallowing thickly. “I need my phone.”

“What?” He asked groggily as you stood up, wobbling unsteadily towards the kitchen to dig through your purse. “Why?”

“Gonna breakup with that motherfucker.” You said, turning back to him with a wicked grin once you found your prize. “But first I wanna show him what he’s missing. How you feel about putting on a show Barnes?”

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A/N: Oh my god, I need to go stand in front of a fire hydrant now, this wrecked me

[thatmidnightkid]

ik the civil war 'it always ends in a fight' line is like. really heavy bc of the amazing delivery (sebstan you’re great) but like. imagine it in a deadpan voice paired with an unimpressed look instead. steve fucking rogers who does not care to walk away from a fight irrespective of the likelihood of losing it just because its the right thing to do, who bucky has had to pick up out of an alley more times than anyone cares to admit, that same steve fucking rogers drops into buckys apartment and tells him that people are coming to arrest someone who hasn't done the thing they're accusing him of, and oh yeah, that person is steve's true north. but it won't end in a fight. sure.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

That sebstan 10 essentials is so All In Bucky coded! Kinda wanna buy that cologne so I can imagine what bucky smells like when he's with Cranberry lol

Oh I didn't watch it hahah. Cologne gives me a headache so could never be me ahahah

[scoonsalicious]

mother pookie, i think Buckybaby is possesing you bcs wtf did i just read?

…..

i

am

flabbergasted

ITS SO HAWT?! Is Buckybaby threatening you in your dreams mother pookie? Bcs so far chp 7 is just

🫱🏻(((()))))🫲🏻 IM SORRY not😭😂

It keeps on getting better and freaky after each part, like i thought it ended there with Major swallowing his onigiri PUBLICLY but then, YOU DECIDED TO FEED US AGAIN? (ps/// this is kinda sudden but personally, realistically, fucking at the park in the middle of the night is kinda scary bcs i keep on imagining creepy crawlers going to jump out of nowhere, not to mention the animals around the park will just be looking at the intimate action like ‘these humans r nuts’😂… but in this story, i approve 100000000000000%)

(YOU KNOW ME I HAVE TO BRING OUT THIS SEBSTAN GIF BCS IT FITS THE CHAPT)

ok done yapping, amazing tinggling walls clenching wrting as usual mother pookie, i wuv you🩷🩷🩷

kitties says hi btw

Oh, Pookie! How I *wish* Bucky was possessing me and/or threatening me in my dreams because that man…?

Today’s post will have a little more outside smutty smut happening, too. Not as intense as yesterday’s, but it got me like 🥵🥵🥵

All my love to your kittehs! Give them kisses from me! Xoxo

I love you!

[sebastianseb]

Sebstan: imagine being a “hater” in todays day and age.

[mrs-hollandstan]

mrs-hollandstan’s Masterlist

♤= 500+ Notes || ♧= 1,000+ Notes

*Series*

♤ Make Me Love You Series Masterlist {A Frat Boy!Tom x Student!Reader Fic} [complete]

Sucker Punch Series Masterlist {A Boxer!Tom x Neighbor!Reader Fic} (in progress)

Lost Without You [mini-series] (Soulmate!Mob!Tom) [complete] || Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four

*Imagines* 

♤♧ Pregnant Girlfriend Doctor Visit Blurb here!

♤ It’s Okay To Cry

♤ Happy New Year’s

♤ Help

♤♧ Dad Duty ( “step-dad”!Tom Holland)

I’m Sorry (Plus size!reader)

♤♧ Baby Mama // Baby Mama P.2 (dad!Tom Holland)

Help Wanted (prostitute!OC)

♤ Plan B 

Heaven Ain’t Close (Mobster!Tom) 

Sick

The One Where They Get Married During Quarantine

Which Do You Want? (Tattoo Artist!Tom)

Make You Beg For It (Rich Kid!Tom)

You Deserve That (dad!Tom Holland)

Don’t Need You Now (dad!ex!Tom)

*Smut*

♤ The Affair

♤♧ Filthy Rich // ♤ Inheritance (Rich Kid!Tom)

Happy Easter

♤♧ Another Year Older

Hotter Than Summer // Hotter Than Summer P.2

Mrs. Claus

Play Me (Boxer!Tom)

Best of Three (threesome fic: Tom x Reader x Harrison)

Bonus Worthy (pool boy!Tom x rich kid!reader)

Hole In One 

I Hate You

Share the Wealth (threesome fic: Tom x Reader x Timothee Chalamet)

*Headcanons*

♤ Having Tom Holland’s Twins // Having More of Tom’s Babies 

♤ Finding Out You’re Pregnant at Wimbledon

*Imagines*

♤ I’ll Always Protect You (dad!Peter Parker)

Just One (plus size!reader)

Willing (non-binary!reader)

*Imagines*

Not Like Him (dad!Arvin Russell)

You’re All I Want 

*Imagines*

Spoiled

More Than Perfect (dad!Sam)

*Smut*

All Clean

*Imagines* 

Hands (plus size!reader)

*Smut*

International Women’s Day

Déjà Vu (threesome fic: Harry x Reader x Harrison)

*Series*

Behind His Back Series Masterlist {A Mobster!Harrison x Mobster Tom Holland Sister!Reader Fic} (ON HIATUS)

Unprepared Series Masterlist {A Dad!Harrison x Reader Fic} (ON HIATUS) 

*Imagines*

Welcome Home (dad!Harrison)

*Smut*

Are You Still Mad?

Déjà Vu (threesome fic: Harrison x Reader x Harry)

Post-Photoshoot Vibes

Pretty Boy

Best of Three (threesome fic: Harrison x Reader x Tom)

*Imagines*

Get Up

Here’s The Deal

Surprise

*Smut*

♤ What If?

*Series*

Undercover (A Mobster!Bucky x Undercover Cop!Reader Fic) (ON HIATUS)

*Imagines*

PTSD

*Smut*

♤ Bow Down

[sexy-sebas]

Imagine him video calling you when he finally gets to his hotel room after an interview.

[barnesnatts]

Sebastian Stan at the governors awards 👀💛🙌🏻

[beefybuffybucky]

Brooklyn and the Benevolent

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Request: Could you do one where Sebastian falls for a photographer in Brooklyn?! Pleaseeee😊 (-anon)

Warnings: little bit of language - fluff, mostly

Word Count: 2K

A/N: y’all, i have an interview today, so hopefully by the time this is posted, i will be a lot less anxious

Endless buildings tower high into the sky, disappearing deep in the grey, drooping clouds as gentle drops of rain patter down on your jacket. You stand in the middle of the sidewalk, hoards of people bustling around you, their heads down, moving quickly through the streets as they pass from one place to another. A few shoulders bump into you, making it hard to get the right angle and view through your camera that you want. You focus on the view through your camera, shielding the lens from the heavy raindrops as you line up a perfect shot and -

“Hey!” You yelp, being shoved by someone whose face was masked by a dark hood, their eyes concealed behind sunglasses. The camera had tumbled from your hands and landed with a horrible crash on the wet cement below you, pieces of the outer edges flying under the trampled path of hurried feet, the lens of your camera shattered beyond repair.

“Oh god, I-I’m so sorry,” the man’s smooth voice cracks with surprise, shock, and frantic worry. He immediately crouches down, leveling his height to where you sat on the wet ground, dirty rainwater soaking through your pants, tiny pebbles biting into the soft skin of your palms as you push away from the ground to balance on your feet while you crouch next to him.

“I-It’s fine,” you mutter, an embarrassing heat rising in your cheeks. You do your best to scrape the broken pieces into a pile, but immediately realize there’s no hope for saving your camera. “I’ll, just, uh...buy a new one.”

“Let me pay for it,” the man immediately offers, nearly jumping to his feet, your broken camera in his hand. “It was my fault, I-I can get you a new one. We could go right now if you’d want.”

Your mind quickly goes back and forth between trying not to cry over your most expensive camera being damaged and taking the man up on his offer, to thinking of all the dangers that could come from trusting a complete stranger to take you somewhere to buy a new camera.

“O-Okay,” you blink back at him from the ground. He offers a hand to pull you up from the ground, and you hesitantly take it, allowing him to help you stand. You follow him by his side down the street, taking quick glances at the vaguely-familiar face, trying to place a name to his face as you search your memory for where you’ve seen him before.

“There’s one,” he sighs under his breath. You blink at him again and scan your surroundings for what he could possibly be talking about, until you spot it - a garbage can, only a few feet away. He reaches out his hand holding the camera, and panic quickly attacks your nerves.

“No!” You shriek, lunging for the camera before he had the chance to let it tumble from his grasp. You fiddle with it until you find what you’re looking for - the SD card slot. You take out the small card and stuff it into your pocket, then exhale a great sigh of relief. “Sorry about that,” you chuckle lightly, glancing up at him shyly. “My SD card. It has all my work on it.” You sadly toss the damaged camera into the trash can, the gentle thunk resonating in your ears.

“So,” he says as you start walking again, your hand tucked into your pocket fiddles with the SD card between your fingers. “Do you do photography for a living?”

“Yeah, actually,” a small smile tugs at the corners of your mouth. You love any chance you have for talking about photography. “I’ve been taking photos since I was a kid, honestly. My parents weren’t so happy when they found out I was going to school for it - they think it’s strictly a hobby, and nothing else,” you look at the looming buildings stretching into the darkened sky above you. “But, I went anyway. I finished school early, decided to move to the ‘Big City’, and now here I am.”

“Sounds like you really love it,” a large smile spreads across his face as he turns his head to look at you.

“Yeah, I do,” you return the gentle smile. A blush burns under your cheeks as you suddenly feel shy and awkward. “What, uh...What do you do?”

“I’m an actor,” he chuckles quietly, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his coat.

“And how’s that goin’ for ya?” You laugh, thinking about how most of this city is comprised of ‘aspiring’ actors and people trying to ‘make it big’, even here in Brooklyn.

“Pretty well, in my opinion,” he flashes another brilliant smile, and you could almost see the sparkle in his eyes through his glasses. “The shop is juuust around the corner.” His pace quickens and you struggle to keep up with his long strides, but as you fall behind him, he stops abruptly, and you nearly run into his broad back.

“Here it is,” he sighs happily, pulling open the door to reveal a large, high-end store full of photography equipment like you’ve never seen before - probably because you’ve never been able to afford anything like this stuff. “Get whatever you need, my treat.”

“A-Are you sure?” Your voice falters as you take in the store, your jaw nearly touching the floor in surprise. “This shit isn’t cheap.”

“Trust me,” he laughs lowly. He takes off his glasses and pushes back his damp hood. “I got it.”

“W-Wait a minute, you’re -”

“I’m Sebastian,” his grin lights up the entire room as he formally introduces himself.

“You’re...You’re Sebastian Stan,” you whisper in disbelief, pointing a shaky finger at him.

“Yeah,” he chuckles a bit louder. “I think that’s what I just said.”

“I-I can’t believe this,” you mumble.

“Well, uh,” he nervously rubs the back of his neck. “Feel free to get whatever you want, or whatever you need.”

“I can’t just take that money from you, I -”

“Really, don’t worry about it. I got you,” he puts a hand on your shoulder.

You scoff in happy disbelief and walk around the store, becoming completely overwhelmed by the sheer quality of all the amazing equipment and cameras around you. As you wander the store with Sebastian, you ask him questions about what it’s like working with his other famous co-stars like Chris Evan and Robert Downey Jr., and he asks you questions about your life and your photography works. After nearly an hour, you had finally picked out the most amazing camera you’ve ever seen in your life, and a few other pieces of equipment that you’ve always dreamed of having. Your heart was so full of excitement and joy, you couldn’t sit still as you stood next to Sebastian at the cashier’s counter, your fingers tapping speedily on the smooth countertop.

“Have a great day, Mr. Stan,” the cashier beamed as she handed over the bags to him.

“Thank you so much, you too,” Sebastian returns a genuine, flashy smile. You follow him out, giddy with excitement to use your new equipment, when Sebastian stops at the curb of the street and waves down a taxi. It pulls up to where you two stood, slowly driving up to avoid splashing the gross puddle of water all over you. Sebastian opens the door for you and motions for you to get in, and as you duck in the cab and shut the door, Sebastian jogs around the back of the cab to slide in on the other side.

“You like coffee?” Sebastian pants softly.

“Y-Yeah, I love coffee,” you sheepishly reply.

“25 Jay Street, please,” Sebastian leans forward and tells the cab driver. The driver nods in response and changes gears, pulling away from the curb and back out into the busy street of traffic.

“Where are we going?” You blink, peering out the window.

“Just a little café,” Sebastian smiles down at his hands in his lap. “It seemed like a good day for coffee.”

“You didn’t even ask if I had time to go get coffee,” you chuckle, looking at him with a look of sarcastic defense plastered on your face.

“Do you have time to get coffee with me?” He turns his head to meet your questioning gaze.

“I suppose,” you smirk, settling back into your seat. “I’m Y/N, by the way,” you break the short silence, turning back to him.

“Y/N, huh?” He tries to repress the smile tugging at his lips. “It suits you.”

“What do you mean?”

“It just…,” he meets your gaze again, then shrugs. “I don’t know, fits you.”

“Thanks,” you blush, turning back to the window, getting a little lost in thought while trying to force yourself to speak. “W-Would you, uh...Would you maybe be okay with me taking a few photos of you?” You bite the inside of your cheek as you turn to him, and find him already looking at you, which makes your heart nearly skip a beat. “It would be for a series I’m working on.”

“Sounds like a date to me,” Sebastian grins confidently, his captivating eyes sparkling brilliantly.

Before you could reply, the cab pulled over to the curb, stopping in front of an old, tall building. The white paint had been chipped away in many places from years of wear-and-tear from the weather, but the architecture was breathtakingly beautiful. Sebastian hands the driver a few bills and gets out, grabbing the two bags with him. You open the door and step out into the unforgiving rain, and quickly jog into the building, holding the door open for Sebastian.

“Thanks, hun,” he smiles, running a hand throw his short, thick hair to shake out a few of the water droplets. “Shall we?” He nods towards a small table tucked away against the far wall of the warm, cozy café. The sound of coffee beans being ground and quiet chatter, bubbly giggles, and happy people fill the comforting atmosphere. As Sebastian goes to get coffee for the two of you, you work on setting up your new camera, nearly tearing up at how beautiful the new piece of equipment is. When Sebastian returns, he takes the seat across from you and settles in, a smirk sliding up his face.

“What are you doing?” He asks before taking a sip of his steaming coffee.

“Just playing with my new toy,” you wink at him, a playful giggle slipping passed your lips.

“So,” Sebastian starts softly. “What do I need to do for your photos?”

“Nothing, really,” you shrug. “I’m just going to snap a few shots whenever. The goal of the series is to capture everyday happiness. I know it sounds cheesy and whatever, but I’ve never done something like this.” You pop your SD card into the slot and close it. “I just want to learn how to see the good in even the smallest of things, to make me appreciate life more.”

“That’s a really good idea,” Sebastian nods slowly, sipping more of his coffee.

“Yeah, I hope it is,” you nervously chuckle. “All of my other photography has been so serious and dark. I just want to try and see the lighter side of things for once.” You hold the camera up to your face and start focusing the picture.

“Beautiful,” Sebastian breathes, a soft, caring smile shines on his face.

“What?” You blush, looking at him from behind the camera.

“You’re beautiful.”

“O-Oh, uh,” you stutter, feeling even more heat pooling beneath your skin. “T-Thank you.”

“No need to thank me, I’m only telling the truth.”

You clear your throat and focus back on the camera, taking a few pictures as Sebastian notices a dog walking by the window and smiles wildly, causing you to chuckle. Once the dog passes, he turns his attention back to you, still smiling. You catch a few more photos.

“Can I see it?” He asks.

“See what? The photos?” You lower the camera from your face.

“No,” he shakes his head, the grin still plastered on his ridiculously gorgeous face. “The camera.”

“Sure,” you hand over the camera. He turns it over in his hands a few times before raising it to his face.

“What are you doing?” You giggle as you pick up your coffee, the warmth soaking into your palms. A large smirk replaces his smile as he focuses the camera, turning the lens on you for a change. “Sebastian, no -”

“Smile for the camera!”

Permanent Tags: @winters-beauty @wildefire @c-ly-g @dottirose @lokigodofsasss

[stardustsunflowers]

Imagine FaceTiming with Seb

[sleepypanda27]

Bite me

Sebastian x Reader

Summary: Reader is watching a movie with Sebastian they start arguing about it but soon enough it leads to something else.

*English is not my first language, sorry for any spelling mistakes.

Words: 246

You were arguing with Sebastian about some stupid thing that happened in a movie you two were watching while sitting on the couch.

At this point, it was getting ridiculous. 

He was now explaining to you why this movie is so unrealistic.

‘‘Bite me, Stan’‘ You snapped annoyed. You just couldn't take it anymore.

Sebastian stopped midsentence, with open mouth. After a few seconds, he suddenly launched at you with open arms smiling and aiming at your neck, hissing like a vampire.

You squealed in surprise. Leaning back on the couch putting hands in front of you to push him away. ‘’What the hell?’’ You chuckled when he pulled you into his arms and lightly bit your neck, then kissed that spot.

He pulled away to look into your eyes with a mischievous smile. 

‘‘You made me do it.’‘He said laughing.

‘‘Oh my god. I didn’t mean literally bite me.’‘ You giggled throwing your arms around his neck.

‘‘Too late. How about we stop arguing about this stupid movie, it’s getting ridiculous..’‘ He started, tugging a hair strand behind your ear.’’ We could do something else instead.’’ He said wiggling his eyebrows with a spark in his blue eyes.

‘‘Reallly?’’ You smiled ‘’What do you have in mind, Dracula?’‘ You asked tangling your hand in his hair to bring him closer to you, knowing exactly what he had in mind.

‘’Oh, I have a few ideas.‘’He said with a devilish smile before leaning in and kissing you.

Tags  @coal000

[pinkiebieberpie]

hot neighbour!dilf!bucky who goes to church every sunday but he's not so faithful to his wife and not so innocent when it comes to you

bucky moodboards list

[subwaysurf45]

You’re My Bucky

the 100 follower celebration fic is here! thanks for all the love and support on the series and the oneshots, it doesn’t go unnoticed. I hope I can keep hitting milestones as my writing gets better, thank you <3!

but let’s get on with the fic... 

summary: after a breakdown, Bucky finally asks a question that’s been eating away at him for months.

words: 5k (woohoo!)

warning: crying, just normal fluff

Masterlist!

You were caught in the rain yet again, the early spring was always a hassle for you. It seemed everyday you were stood under the little bus shelter as you avoided the seven holes in the top that leaked, there might have been eight today. 

Your arms crossed tightly over your chest to try and conserve some warmth, your insulated flannel jacket didn’t do much but it still helped. Normal work clothes hid under the jacket and your open umbrella covered your dress pants, it was all black anyways. The heels were never something you were particularly a fan of but if you wanted that raise you were about to do anything for it, when you got to the bus shelter every day you slipped them off and put on the running shoes in your bag. 

But today you forgot them, in your mind you could still see them right by the front door, the training shoes ready and in the separate bag were just calling your name. Part of you wanted to bite the bullet and go barefoot but you also remembered the amount of times food, drool, and literally everything was dropped on the bus floor. The heels you wore everyday were on your feet, the chipping had moved in to where you could see it. You probably had another month before you would duct tape the short stiletto heel. 

Not a lot of water was leaking tonight, the wind was blowing so hard it was pushing the rain down almost parallel to the street. It felt very still in the bus shelter but outside it looked like a tornado, the trees moved and stayed leaning over with the wind, as the cars drove by the rain would smack the front or push it forward. It felt like you were in the eye of the storm, nothing was moving, the green leaf that laid under the little seat barely twitched. The air was sweet and thick, it felt like it was clogging up your lungs but at the same time it felt good. It was finally getting away from cold and nippy weather and more comfortable chill every now and again. 

A buzz on your phone pulled you away from your thoughts, “wow...tornado warning, I’ve heard that one before.” you muttered to yourself as you stepped forward to board the bus, you tapped the back of your phone to the sensor because your bus pass was behind your phone case. You walked all the way to the back, there was an old lady and a teen who was reading a book with severe water damage; she was also soaking wet. 

A second and different buzz alerted you once you sat down, it was Bucky, your lovely boyfriend. He wasn’t lovely to everyone because he could be sour sometimes but he always went soft for you, you were the one he wanted. You met at work, he was a trained assassin that saved the world like it was nothing while you were a scientist, you worked under Bruce. It had been a long application process and a lot of things had to be sacrificed, but it still felt like a no brain-er play even years later. 

Metal arm man: on the bus?

Sassy scientist: yeppers

Metal arm man: good, did you get the tornado warning?

Sassy scientist: positive, Sargent.

To some, that’s a normal text exchange. To you, that wasn’t. You’d joke all the time when you’d text each other, there would be some inside jokes thrown around or stupid emojis sent to keep the conversation going. You frowned as you looked down at your screen, the lack of dots in the speech bubble was concerning. He always made sure you got on the bus one way or another, but it seemed different this time. 

You had known Bucky for a very long time, three years, and dated him for two of those three. Throughout the copious amounts of hanging out and time spent together you found that you could read him like a book, and he could do the same to you. Bucky would always flex his vibranium arm when he was angry, you could hear a soft ‘whur’ every time. He’d most likely visualize the many different ways he could shut someone up. But then when he was super anxious he would crack the knuckles on his right hand, he’d make a fist and press it into his thigh to ring out one long crack before going in to check that all of them popped, even if they did he’d keep pressing on his knuckles to try and get more sounds, sometimes he’d so his neck. Steve didn’t even know about all of Bucky’s telltale signs, he’d ask about why you’d do a certain thing around Bucky, (when he was angry you’d sit near him but when he was anxious you’d sit right next to him) and it seemed like common sense to you but to others it was never thought about. 

The less he talked, the more he was upset. In the early days of your friendship you’d find him mute and curled in his bed, Steve had always told you to just let him ride it out but that was the silent killer. You actually went into Bucky’s room and just crawled up the bed to sleep next to him, you weren’t close enough to do this normally and maybe it was a little weird but once you started to scratch his back with your nails you found him coming to you for advice or just to talk. He’d seek you out when you're on your lunch break and tell you about training and his therapy appointment coming up, you’d nod a listen because you worked in silence in your lab while Tony’s lab blasted rock music; the sound of talking made your day. 

You’d managed to get to the point where he’d not talk all day and then when you’d see him eating dinner alone all you would have to say was ‘you okay?’ and that would unleash his emotions, you didn’t force it out, like Steve, rather you’d let him come to you. Bucky noticed you didn’t tell anyone he broke down in front of you and remembered that, that was the moment he knew he could trust you with the darkest things in his mind. Steve thought it was good for Sam to know Bucky was on edge so Sam wouldn’t poke fun and push Bucky off the deep end, but that led to Sam going back to his counselor ways and trying to talk out the problem when talking was the last thing Bucky wanted.  

You pulled the cord on the bus and got ready to get off and then walk a block to your apartment, Bucky was sleeping over for a few days. He typically came over whenever but he liked falling asleep with you so you let him stay and go to work from your apartment, it was domestic and he loved it. The feeling of him holding you as he woke up was one of the few things that brought on a genuine smile. 

The bus stopped and you left from the back doors, your umbrella that did not open soon enough almost smacked you in the face. The wind blew you off balance for a second but you got on the sidewalk and started the walk. You were walking into the wind, your umbrella kept turning inside out so you ended up closing it all together. The wind burned against your face and blew your jacket out behind you, in your mind you were counting the steps until you got to your building. 

Once you made it inside you peeled off your jacket and made the walk upstairs, you looked like you just got out of the shower. Your hair was knotted from the wind while also slicked to your head from the rain, not to mention your heels were barely holding on, that month left for these heels turned into a few more days. You walked up the steps barefoot and down the hallway, your keys were at the ready in your hand, waiting to get inside. 

“Honey, I’m home!” you called sarcastically, you did it every time. You looked into the little living room while violently pulling the keys out from the lock because that’s the only way to get them out, “Bucky bear?” you called out again. You didn’t get any type of response, you threw your jacket on the hook and dropped your bag by the front door, the sounds of the wind and rain were loud against your window. You looked over to see the shoes you forgot sitting right where you thought they were, untouched. 

Your apartment wasn’t the nicest, as a scientist you didn’t get paid a hefty amount, you also worked for Bruce and he didn’t really get a paycheck for saving the world, the money you got was sparse but enough from the raises. You couldn’t afford a penthouse like Tony, you were left with room for a two seater couch, kitchen that didn’t have a dishwasher and it only had a one burner stove top. Your fridge was finicky, it would leak and cause freezer burn on everything. The hardwood wasn’t nice, rather the base from when someone ripped the carpet straight from the tacks. Your bedroom fit a dresser, mirror (mounted on the wall), and queen bed, it was a squeeze between Bucky and you but it was a nice and welcomed squeeze. There was only one bathroom and that connected off of your bedroom.

The door that led to your bedroom creaked as you pushed it open, you caught it before it hit the wall. The lights were off and the blinds were closed but it didn’t matter because the storm made the sky seem like it was night, the pattering seemed to drown out once you saw Bucky. 

He was curled in the corner of the room, not on the bed but right beside the bedside table. His head was deep between his knees, both hands pulled his legs closer to him to make him seem as small as possible. In times like these you knew there was a chance he could be completely in his own head, he might not have heard you walk in or call his name. 

You slowly sat beside him with your back against the wall, the sound of wet clothes slapping the hardwood seemed to scare him a bit. He slowly looked up but kept most of his face covered, you tried to tilt your head a bit to match the way he was looking at you but he sniffled and went to cover his face again. 

A strand of wet hair was pushed behind your ear before you started to play with his hair, it was something you found that made him calmer right away. “Hey, pretty boy,” you cooed, trying to get him to look at you, “what’s going on?” your hand fell down and started to rub his back, big long rubs to try and push what was bothering him out. 

“Nothin’,” was all he muttered from between his knees. 

You just pouted and leaned your head against his shoulder, one arm went around to give him a side hug while the other hand made its way to his shin to keep rubbing him. In your mind you weren’t soaked by the rain, that wasn’t important anymore, it was now all about Bucky.  

The sound of a pur caused you to look to the doorway, she was hidden by the bed but you knew Alpine was coming in, she always meows when entering a room. The snow fur cat turned around the bed and walked over to you and Bucky, she was his cat. He had already had her when you came into his life, they were the best of friends and often took time to meditate in the mornings together. Once you woke up in the morning with your back to Bucky, he was talking to Alpine and letting her know that ‘she’s my girl, but you are too,’ while also calling himself dad. For his birthday you got him a mug that said ‘cat dad’ which he still uses to this day. 

“Hey, baby girl,” you said sweetly as Alpine walked up to you and rubbed her face against your leg. She then went under Bucky’s leg and found her way between them so she could look up and see Bucky’s hidden face; she was a certified service animal. You just listened to the purring and soft meows that came from Bucky’s legs, after a few you heard him start to mumble back. Bucky sat up straight as Alpine jumped and stretched out Bucky’s chest, her little white paws smurgeled against his shoulder and her little feet stayed planted on the floor. 

“Thanks, sweet girl,” Bucky smiled down before letting her sit normally between his legs, he looked over to you and just pushed the corner of his lips up, there was no real smile there. “Hi,” he whispered. 

“Hello,” you whispered back, before you could say anything else his eyes blew wide. 

“The tornado-you’re soaking wet-what are you doing-why aren’t you drying off!” He stood up and took you with him, both of you walked to the bathroom with Alpine hot on your tail. 

Once you were in there and just standing in front of the counter you seemed to keep Bucky’s attention, “because when your boyfriend is curled in the corner of your bedroom you go see if he’s okay before you take care of yourself.” You placed your hands on your hips. 

“I guess…” was all he had to say. 

“What’s going on?” you stepped forward and placed both hands on his shoulders, he didn’t look away but he wanted to. The war in his mind was on full display on his face, the way his eyebrows pulled together, his lips would part and then close, but his eyes would shift between yours instead of looking away all together. You wished for a way to reach in and out the thing he was so desperately wanting to say, if only Wanda were here to pull it out for you. 

“I just wasn’t feeling too good today, that’s all,” he was about to say something else but he didn’t, you could see him forming the words in his mind only to scrap them. 

“I know there is something else, and I’ll respect that. But, it’s late and I want to do my skin care and dry off, wanna join me?” you reached up and ran your thumb over the scruff you didn’t think he actually wanted to have. Bucky nodded and went to the bedroom to get more clothes, Alpine stayed where she was and just looked up to you. “Do you know, girl?” you whispered but Alpine just licked her paw. 

Bucky came back with all your sleeping gear, it was a light tank top and some shorts, he had changed into the flannel pajama pants he always wore; no shirt was needed. You changed right in front of him after drying off completely as he held Alpine close to his chest, he was the type of person to turn around to let you change after sex which involved being completely naked, but now he just buried his face into Alpine’s snowy fur and waited. She rubbed her head against his chin, you could hear little whispers to her as you slipped the tank on. 

“I think she likes your stubble,” you commented before stepping forward and kissing him low on his cheek, “I like it too,” you reached up and scratched the whiskers. 

“They’re itchy, but I like the look,” he put Alpine down and pulled you in for a hug, you weren’t expecting it at all but you also weren’t mad about it. You arms went around his waist because his were around your neck, you curled your head to the inside so your ear was pressed to his collarbone. “I jus’ really need some hugs right now, if it isn’t Alpine then it has to be you.” His voice was very muffled and quiet. 

“What’s wrong?” You tried to pry it out of him again, it was a second but you heard him take a deep breath. 

“Can we do skin care then I talk?” He pulled his chest away but kept his arms linked tightly around your neck. 

“Of course,” you smiled and kissed him, the deep and reassuring one, the one where you leave your lips less than an inch away to make sure they know you can go back for another if they need it. “Let’s do our thing.” 

The bathroom was filled with movement but no talking, both of you shared the one sink counter as the skin care started. Bucky had really gotten into it after just sitting and watching you put on the serums and eye creams, it was so weird to him to see all of these potions. Growing up in the 40’s he never asked Becca or his mom about anything to do with lady’s, when he looks back on it he cringes but it was how the world worked back then. After meeting you and realizing you openly talked about periods, skin care, and makeup, Bucky wanted to be a part of it and actually understand. He watched videos and saw guys wearing makeup and doing skin care, some agents he’s worked with didn’t like the way he talked about the face mask he did with you the night prior but Bucky didn’t care. 

“Pass the blue bottle,” you muttered and Bucky handed it to you right away, your hands lingered on each other's for a while before both of you pulled away.  

Alpine was a very needy cat, she got tons of attention from Bucky when it was just him and her but after you came into the picture she was very jealous of you. When the two of you would be cuddling she’d come right between you and rub her face all over Bucky’s and then take the open spot on his chest, sometimes he’d give in and pet Alpine while other times he’d move her down to your feet and pull you back to where you were; after the ladder Alpine would give you a long death stare. 

She was currently sitting on the toilet seat lid, her paws together and her back very straight. This pose was what you called ‘sitting pretty’ because she did it when she wanted to be cooed at and told she was a pretty girl. It was almost a nightly tradition that you would give Alpine some skin care, you wouldn’t actually put something on her face but you’d take a makeup brush that wasn’t used and gently swoosh it around. It would push back her whiskers and go between her ears on top of her head, she’d purr so loud you could hear it from outside the bathroom. Only you do this, it was a form of bonding between you and her. 

“You’re all done up, pretty girl,” you put the brush back in the drawer and Alpine meowed as a form of thanks. 

Both you and Bucky were finished so you walked back to the bedroom. He seemed extremely uneasy because it was finally time for him to talk about what was eating away at him. You watched as he stood at the foot of the bed while you crawled in, the duvet pulled to your waist as you sat up against the headboard. 

“Okay,” Bucky shifted weight to one foot and then the other, “I’ve been thinking about this for some time now and I don’t really know how to say it but…” He trailed off while bringing his finger to trace the gold lining in the vibranium arm, you could see him swallow before looking up at you, “I want to take my arm off when I’m at home with you.” 

You just sat there for a second, a smile grew on your face. “Okay,” was all you said, very smooth and very calmly, you could hear the smile. 

“Th-that’s it?” His eyebrows pulled together, “aren’t you gonna say I’ll look ugly or something?” 

“Were you expecting me to say that?” you sat up and leaned forward, your hands coming to brace you and you leaned all the way into him. 

“N-... okay, maybe yes…’m’sorry…” He added, “you would never but, y’know…” He just looked down at his feet, his fingers came together to fiddle with each other.

“I feel honored you trust me enough to want to be around me without your arm, a year ago you wouldn’t let me hold you hand out of fear of hurting me. Look at you now, I’m so proud of you!” You cheered, it wasn’t loud like at a football game but rather a very quiet one that only belonged to Bucky. 

His eyes flicked up to you and became misty, “y-you’re proud of me?” He sniffled, “I don’t-” he cut himself off, “I don't know what to say.” 

You just shook your head and reached out for him to pull you into a hug, both his arms wrapped around you tightly, “you don’t need to say a thing, Bucky.” he seemed to grip tighter, his face pushed deeper into your neck and you just hugged for a while. Alpine didn’t step in, she was sitting in her bed and just watching; almost like she knew not to get in the way. You pulled away reluctantly, Bucky chasing you and pulling you back in but you pressed on his shoulders. “I will love you no matter what, you hear me?” he nodded, “you’re my rock, you’re my person, you’re my boyfriend and I don’t care if your arm is on or off, I’ll always love you the same, I promise.” You whispered the last part before letting him crash back into you, this time pushing you back to lie on the bed. 

“Thank you,” he sniffled, his voice was extremely shaky and tired. “I’ve been thinking about it for a long time, thank you.” 

“How long?” you ran your fingers through his hair. 

“Since that amputee convention my therapist took me to,” you remembered he didn’t want to go but came back extremely excited but some people had metal prosthetics that could move with verbal commands. 

“Sweetheart,” you said sadly, “that was nine months ago, and I know this probably ate away at your brain the entire time, oh c’mere,” you pulled him tighter. Now all the sleepless nights made sense, the amount of time you’d catch him in the mirror with his arm behind his back, it was right through your nose and yet you had no clue. There was a gala at Tony’s house and almost every picture taken had Bucky standing to the right of you, his left arm covered in some way. You thought he was hiding it because you picked up on the recurring stance but he said he loved the pictures; and he hated photos in general. 

“'M Sorry, I should have told you,” He took his head from your neck to make sure you heard him. 

“No need to apologize, babe, I love you.” you kissed his cheek before feeling Alpine jump on the bed, it was time to go to sleep. 

You woke up feeling well rested, it was a deep sleep tonight with no interruptions, just the thunder and rain lulling the both of you to sleep. You’d feel movement through the night but didn’t wake up to figure it out, you’d feel the pressure of Bucky behind you or moving you to cuddle better. 

The sun didn’t hit your face but rather casted a warm rectangle to the opposite wall. It lit up the dresser and made the clothes and candle seem like they were made of gold. The handles were  clear so rainbows were casted on the dresser as well, not to mention the mirror gave a perfect little golden spot for Alpine who moved there to bask in the sun. 

Bucky wasn’t there, which wasn’t alarming. The amount of places he could be were limitless, running, sleeping on the couch, on the floor, cooking in the kitchen, going out to get bagels and coffee, the list goes on. He was close enough for you to calmly lay back into bed for a final moment of peace before getting up for the day. bits of the conversation from last night flash in your mind, it feels as though it were a lifetime ago. It had neve dawned on you that Bucky wanted to live without his arm, he seemed to have finally accepted the scars. That’s not to say you weren’t happy for him, it felt out of character. He’d gone through a lifetime with that arm and it seemed as though he wanted to go through another but with a few more smiles, on his quest for control he found it hard to believe he had it over the hunk of vibranium. 

To be honest, you didn’t really know the physics of the arm. Was it like a socket and a plug? Is vibranium magnetic? Was it detachable? Could only his elbow and down detach? Would the plates that went over his chest come off too and show the thick and deep scars? As you looked to the ceiling you found it gave nothing away, you’d have to go ask him but what if he was too sensitive right now? 

With a huff you threw the sheets off and decided to figure it out for yourself, you were going to ask all the questions and hope he answers without a break down. As you passed through the threshold of the door to the living area you could hear Alpine following you, she ran to the kitchen and you followed. It was to your pleasant surprise to see Bucky. 

But not just Bucky. A Bucky who was shirtless and had a vibranium socket on his left side, stood by the toaster and watched it. When it popped he didn’t flinch a bit but you did, sucking in a quick breath. He looked over to you and had a scared yet surprised face, he was waiting for you to point it out. 

“Hmm,” you tapped a finger to your chin, “something’s new…” You slowly walked forward, scanning over him. 

“You like it?” He asked very cautiously and very quietly. 

“Haircut! That’s what it is, I knew you changed something up,” you mused and made your way to him, your arms wrapping around his waist. “And the arm, or lack of, is pretty cool too.” you just shrugged but quickly looked to him to make sure you knew he was joking, “I love it, Bucky. You look very handsome, very beautiful.” you rested your cheek on his chest and just looked up at him, his heartbeat was moving extremely fast, your hand came up on the other side to sooth him. “I’m being honest, I love it, I love you.” 

“Really?” he whispered, “it’s pretty easy to stick back in, I can if you think it’s ugly-”

“No, never!” you quickly leaned in to kiss him, your lips cutting off his self hate. His right arm squeezed tight around your waist and pulled you flush with him, his right arm didn’t wrap around, it stayed holding your left side. 

The coffee pot brewed and Bucky found the sports channel, you caught him reaching for things with his left arm but quickly stopping and figuring it out. You found he didn’t get angry at himself like you thought he would, normally he would huff and throw the remote down to the couch again. As he stood to watch the highlights his right hand came up to feel the ridges of the socket, his finger curled around everything before just holding it. 

He caught himself again when he went for his coffee mug after you poured him a cup in his ‘Captain America’ mug with Sam on it, a joke Christmas gift from Sam that actually was useful. 

What you didn’t expect to hear was Bucky muttering, “It’s okay, it’s better than last time.” as he walked back to the living room. He held the coffee the entire time as he watched the quick clips of the highlights, his eyes peeled away when you stood beside him. 

“You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” it wasn’t accusatory rather a simple inquiry. 

“Are you mad?” he didn’t dare look away from the commercial. 

“Why would I be?” you broke and looked at him, he followed suit. “I’m really proud you gave a day to figure everything out, I bet it was fun.” you just smiled at him, “and maybe that’s the real reason why your other mug was shattered?”

“I didn’t want you home for that, I needed silence and I didn’t want little reminders because that would throw me off. I know it’s rude and I shouldn’t have-”

Your finger was placed on his lips, “I’m gonna stop you right there.” you just leaned in to kiss him. He just smiled bashfully as you gave a knowing look, you looked down to his left shoulder and brought your finger to trace what was left of the vibranium prosthetic. He trusted you to touch it but it was different this time, the stakes were higher. Your finger dipped down to the groves and sockets, after it made its round you just fell down his chest, the dips and bumps from scars were like a map to you. 

With one final look into his eyes you leaned in and kissed his left shoulder, the plates to cover the scars he used to pull and rip open and where the vibranium arm clicks into place. 

“No matter what, you’re still my Bucky.” 

[jbreenr]

𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧' 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫

Pairing: Sebastian Stan × Reader

Summary: Sebastian comes back home with his make up still on.

Word count: 2.3k

Warning: Poorly written smut (+18 only, please), oral sex (f receiving), fingering, tattoo kink (???), use of the world whore at least once, unprotected sex (don't do that, kids. be responsible), itty-bitty tiny bit of begging and some dirty talk, this is a RPF so don't read if you're not comfortable with it.

A/N: I'm a hoe for tattooed Seb, bare with it. Also yes, I am posting this on his birthday because hey, we gotta celebrate somehow. Also, do you see that tongue? I'm tHINKING! As always, lack of vocabulary and grammatical mistakes abound. *apologizes in español*

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I won’t make it to our date, last minute shooting. Sorry.

You huffed as you read Sebastian’s text. That was the second time he cancelled your plans because he had to stay late for work. As an actress yourself, you understood how it was, but since you took a flight from Atlanta to spend the long weekend with him, you felt kinda frustrated.

The first time, you were too tired to even wait awake for him to arrive and ended up passing on the couch while watching some sitcom. Tonight though, if you were not to go out, you’d surprise him with dinner, candes and a well deserved bubble bath for both of you.

The table was ready, dinner was cooked and the bath was prepared. You were lighting the last candle when the sound of keys distracted you.

The door opened, letting you see your boyfriend entering, mask covering half of his handsome face, backpack hanging from his shoulder, black hoodie and jeans, and the Converse he’d been wearing the last few weeks.

When he took off the mask, his features showed surprise. He obviously was not expecting you to welcome him like that, not at 11 pm.

“Hi!” Your smile only served for him to smile as well.

“Hey, honey. Wh-what’s all this?” The backpack fell to the floor next to the door as he left the keys in the small counter next to it.

“Well, I thought that if we were not going to our date, I’d bring the date to us.”

He took a look at the place before eyeing you up and down. You were wearing the dress he gave you for your last birthday; red, thight, short and sewn from the zipper tear he caused before your last birthday present. You had been wearing it even before he texted, so…

“It smells delicious.” He said, referring to the food. “You look delicious,” His hands went straight to your waist to move you closer. “But I don’t want to ruin the atmosphere you’ve created here so, I’ll take a quick shower and put something more… appropriate.”

“What’s wrong with the outfit?” You put your hands in his back pockets to keep him from walking away. “I kinda like it.”

“I don’t mean the clothes, darling.”

Confused, you asked “Then?”

He took a step back and slipped the hoodie up his head, revealing his arms covered in fake sleeves of ink, the big MAYHEM drawn on his stomach, the also fake nipple piercings and the chain necklace of his character. You could be drooling and you wouldn’t care about the puddle forming on the floor since the pool between your legs was a bigger concern to think about.

Drinking in him, you didn’t notice he had said something until he moved a hand in front of you and repeated his question. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. Just… it’s nothing.”

“You sure? Cause it looked like you were in a trance.” He said, obviously worried.

It shouldn’t have surprised you, the contrast between his looks and the sweet person you knew he was, and yet, it did.

You had some tattoos yourself, meaningful pieces of art that would follow you to the grave, and even though you had tried to convince Sebastian to get one, he didn’t seem interested in it. Of course, you had seen the leaked photos from the set, the ones he posted on his Instagram, those videos of him playing the drums, but having him Live and in color in front of you, well, none of it compared.

You imagined how he'd look after a shower, towel hanging low on his hips, drops of water touring down his arms and abs, how you'd love to help him apply some body cream to keep the tattoos from fading…

“If I didn’t know you, I’d think you like what you see.” The look in his eyes said that he deciphered what was going on in your head.

“What if I do?” You blatantly bit your lip as your eyes travelled down his abdomen to the belt in his jeans.

As if he read your mind, he unbuckled it, making the loose jeans fall to his feet, letting you see the diverse drawings rounding his right thigh and the big piece on his left one. He kicked his shoes off and got rid of the jeans, throwing them somewhere in the apartment. Your breath hitched when he shortened the distance once again.

“If you do then…” His lips barely brushed yours, only turning you on more, his still black lined eyes looking into yours with intensity. “I can keep them for now.” And he kissed you.

The passion and hunger of it was almost new, the way his lips moved with yours had you almost dizzy, how his breath mixed with yours and the way your tongues intertwined was something you would never forget.

When you ended the kiss to take a deep breath he decided to take things to the next level. One hand behind your thighs and the other on your back, he took you to the couch and tossed you in the grey cushions.

Kneeling on the floor, Sebastian took the dress from both sides of the front zipper. With eyes wide open, you half begged him not to do it, but he paid no attention and pulled with the biggest smile on his face.

Brrrrrp! Tore the cloth, exposing not only your breast, but also your drenched panties to his view. With cold hands, he patted you over them, making you hiss. His touch was what you needed but it was just not enough.

Slowly, very slowly, he dragged them down. The sight of his tattooed arms moving, fingertips caressing your legs as they went down, got you wetter than you thought possible.

“Look at you.” He chucked. “I’ve barely touched you and… Can’t believe you were so into this.” Opening his arms, as referring to his appearance, he shook his head.

“It’s not my fault that you look hot with tattoos.” You said in a whisper as you felt his fingers exploring your pussy, teasing your entrance and rubbing around your clit ever so slightly without actually touching it, scattering your moisture.

His middle and pointing fingers formed a V, spreading your lips and allowing him to lick you from hole to clit. At the contact of his hot tongue you closed your eyes and threw your head back.

“No, no, no.” He blew over your bud to get your attention back. “I want you to see me eating you out. I want you to see what happens if you look at me that way.”

And that was your only warning. His face went back to your core, lips kissing everywhere, tongue playing with your folds until you felt it breaking through your center. His movements were expert, how he managed to rub your clit with his nose as he kept focused on his other task was mind blowing.

You didn't know when, but one of his thick fingers replaced his tongue and entered you as his mouth came in contact with your bundle of nerves to give it the attention that it carved. His lips slurping, the feeling of his tongue drawing figures and the wet sound his digit created had you nearly closing your eyes one more time.

A second finger was added to please you, pumping in and out, scissoring inside of you, making you meowl as you tried to move to either get away from him or let him know that you wanted more. At this point, you didn't know what you were trying to do.

To stop you from bucking your hips, his free hand went to rest in your stomach, flat palm keeping you in place and you couldn’t help to take a glimpse of the colorful sleeve of makeup in his arm, your eyes traveled from his wrist to his elbow, passing from his practically clean shoulders to the back of his neck, and you saw them. The big, black wings that covered his full back, the intricate lines recreating Tommy Lee’s tattoo.

Watching his muscles working as he kept thrusting with his fingers and moving his head from side to side as to cover his full face with your juices had you whining, a sound that you didn’t recognize as yours but that Sebastian would remember for the rest of his life.

His hand went up, looking for one of your nippes, which he teased by pinching and twisting slightly before his whole palm came in contact with your boob and squeezed. Your back arched, wanting him to do it again. And he did.

He roared, knowing that you would feel it in every inch of your shivering body.

By the way your walls were contracting he knew that you were close and he drew away. Both his tongue and fingers, dragging away from you.

“What--?” Your soft protest made him raise his head. “Oh.” You breathed. The cold padlock hanging on his chain came in contact with your swollen clit accidentally. The contrast between your hot wetness and the piece of metal had you jolting forward and clenching around nothing.

“So needy.” He moved, working as a pendulum so the padlock hit your sensitive bud repeatedly. “But you’re not cumming unless it’s on my cock.”

Separating from you for half a second, he got rid of his underwear. His tip was red, and even though the veins of his shaft were inviting you to have a taste, you couldn’t bring yourself to move. And not only because he was already hovering over you. You felt like floating, body and mind, lost in anticipation.

“Tell me what you want, doll.” His glistening fingers brushed over your cheek, your smell, hitting your nostrils only making you more desperate.

“Please…” The word left your lips in a barely audible sigh.

“‘Please’ what?” His fingertips dug in your face, making you pout, forcing you to look at his lustful expression, accentuated by the dark eyeliner.

“Please, fucking ruin me.”

And that was it for him. With no warning, he entered your channel, stopping for a second as he bottomed out to let out a groan that mixed in the air with your loud, sinful whine.

“As much as I’d love the whole floor to know how good I’m fucking you, I won’t have time to deal with their complains tomorrow, so…” He forced your mouth open and shoved two fingers inside. You could taste yourself in them. “We’ll try to keep it quiet, yeah?”

He didn’t give you time to even try to respond since his hips were already hitting against the back of your thighs. The slapping sound of skin meeting skin working as gasoline, motivating Sebastian to go faster and harder with each thrust.

He was amazed. With his eyes locked on your own, he could see how much you were enjoying his performance, how the whole tattoo thing aroused you so much, how your eyes wanted to roll back as pleasure quickly took over your senses.

Hands flying to his hair and tugging a little, you also moved your legs to hug his hips with them, locking your heels in his lower back, pressing for him to go deeper, hitting your sweet spot over and over.

“God, you are loving it, aren't you?” His lips met your cheek, covering you with wet kisses until he reached your ear. “Didn't know you were such a whore for rockstars.” His movements were paused as he spoke, pushing inside with each word, making sure that you got what he was saying. “Maybe I should bring the drumsticks home next time; see what happens when you see me spinning them.”

Your moans were being muffled by his fingers, soft begs for him to keep going, morphing into music to his ears. His free hand flew between your bodies, adding fast rubs of his knuckles in your bud to his ruthless pace, dragging a roar that he could feel rumble on his fingers and that went down his spine.

“Fuck, doll.” He said. His assault went sloppy as you clenched around him. “You’re taking me so well.” Increasing the rhythm, his head fell to your neck, where he grazed his teeth. On his lips, he could feel your accelerated pulse. “Quite a dream you're living, uh?”

Covering you with kisses, he made his way to your earlobe. All it took was for him to shakely exhale, sending shivers all the way to your toes to bring you to your orgasm with an otherwise noisy scream.

Colors faded, your vision became blurry, the world disappeared and the only things you could focus on were Sebastian and the way his brows furrowed as he tried to last a little bit longer.

Your walls tightened as you started to see stars behind your eyelids, you were sure your heart was going to explode anytime now.

With your ears ringing and your eyes still closed to the hundred sensations in your body, you sucked your cheeks and ran your tongue along his fingers, unleashing his undoing.

He didn't stay still as he coated you with his hot cum, no. He rode you both through your releases, moving his hips back and forth, making sure to ruin you as you asked him to.

Only when he seemed happy with your soft relaxed moans was when he pulled out and allowed a bit more of his weight to fall on top of you as your legs fell to your sides, freeing him. He moved to your side to lay on the couch.

As your breathings normalized, you heard him laugh and turned to him with an interrogation mark stamped in your face, silently asking him to share his thoughts.

“I’m stealing some of these tomorrow.” He said, moving his arm to hug you to his chest. “You know, for later.”