#sebstan x reader Sebastian stan x reader

[notafunkiller]

Sebastian Stan’s filmography: 2019-2023

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18+ only, please. Language, sexual themes, beefy Bucky

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Sebastian Stan

@sergeantbarnessdoll (sorry it's short, dear, but I hope you enjoy it!)

He texted hours ago hoping you’d be home when he got in. All he could think about was curling up on your couch, cuddling down with some movies and some snacks before taking a very extended nap. Maybe some other fun stuff, too. 

Nap first though, he needed some sleep, possibly food before that happened. 

He smiles when your car comes into view, his driver dropping him off beside it. Every step closer makes his stomach warm with being home, being with you. 

“Hey baby,” He calls out when he swings the door open, “I’m putting my stuff in the bedroom real quick.” The TV is on, the mumble of voices growing faint as he drops his suitcase off. He hears you laugh, a sharp bark, and he grins before slipping into a pair of sweats and making his way toward the living room. 

He hears the music first and pauses in the doorway — it takes a moment to recognize what you’re watching. When the scene shifts and he sees RDJ he laughs — startling you. 

“Dude,” You look back at him, “Oh, Hello.” 

Seb wiggles his fingers. “Hello to you as well.” 

You flush, fidgeting, “Welcome home.” 

He moves through the living room, sitting on the couch behind you. You shimmy until you’re between his legs and he can drop a kiss on your head, “Mind if I ask why you’re watching Civil War?” 

“Yara and I played a drinking game last night for how many times Steve and Tony say each other’s names. We started with Avengers Assemble but made our way to the movies. I got kind of hooked again and had to keep watching them.” Your eyes never stray from the movie, even as your hand reaches back to grab his.

“Right here.” You point at the screen, “They forgot to put your arm on, or CGI it, whatever, but you can see your real arm and lemme tell you -” You lean forward, “Beefy Bucky is the best.” 

“Beefy Bucky?” He squeezes your hand. 

“Yes.” 

Sebastian watches the screen, eyes following Iron Man as he fights against the Winter Soldier. He remembers the choreography of this scene, how many takes it took, and when he’d switched out with his stunt double. 

He follows Chris chasing after him and watches Bucky try to fly the helicopter away.

“Yeah, I got beefy for this movie,” He pauses. “I felt like I had to size up to the others, which thinking about it now, makes no sense. The only one who I was up against, in my mind, was Chris.” 

“Cap is an asshole.” He knows you have a little frown. “Poor Bucky, though.” 

He laughs, “Yeah poor Bucky.” Both of you keep watching the movie playing on and he has to admit it’s been a while since he’s seen it. Everyone did an amazing job and watching Chadwick- it squeezes his heart. 

“Oh! Oh!” You jump forward, “You missed it, ugh. The fucking motorcycle scene. Baby, babe, he literally throws someone off the bike, but my god it’s gorgeous. Bucky is gorgeous.” 

“First off,” He pokes your shoulder, “That’s my stunt double you’re calling gorgeous. Second, you know I play Bucky, right? Me? The man who is currently sitting behind you?” 

“Yes,” You look back at him, “and you’re hot while doing it.” 

He grins at you, raising a brow when you turn around to face him, “You know, when I first saw this movie I was super drunk and told my partner at the time I was going to suck your soul through your dick.” 

Seb jerks a moment, his stomach tightening. “Yeah?”

“Never fucking thought I’d get the chance though, one in a million shot, right?” He didn’t notice you pausing the movie until the music stopped. 

Your hands trail up his legs as you rise to your feet. “You said you read some comics, right?” 

He grabs your hips, sliding his hands up your back as you settle in his lap, “Some. Why?”  

Your fingers trace the collar of his shirt. “You’re too tall.” 

Seb blinks, “What?” 

“Bucky is only five foot nine in the comics, I think? I’ll have to check.” Seb shakes his head, your fingers touching the edge of his jaw. “I think you make a great Bucky, though. Really brings him to life.” 

He squeezes your waist, digging his fingers in until you squirm in his lap. “You’re welcome.” 

That earns him a wicked smile, your tongue coming out to wet your lips. He follows the path, thinking about the feels of your lips against his and how warm your mouth would be around him. He leans forward to kiss your chin, then your cheek, over to your lips.  

You pause for a breath, “On a scale of one to ten how cool are you with me shouting Bucky while you fuck me?” 

Seb hums, brushing his lips over yours. “Let’s find out.”

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Bucky and his gf, reader are walking to a park and finds a little kitten alone with no mother around. they decided to keep it and raise it like their own kid. They name the cat alpine!

Wishes Really Can Come True- Bucky Barnes GF!xreader fan fic request

Summary: Y/N and Bucky were taking a walk one night and they find a kitten outside alone and they adopt it and name it Alpine

Warnings: none just a lot of cute comfort fluff, excitement, bit of angst about being a pet parent

~Y/N’s POV~

Bucky and I just had a really nice night out in town having dinner together at a really restaurant and after having a few really long hard weeks on missions we wanted to go do something fun. After dinner Bucky and I decided to go for a walk and we were heading to a park and on the way I looked up at the sky and saw how clear it was and I could see so many stars and I loved looking at the stars. Bucky had us sit on a nearby bench for a moment and he put his arm around me and pointed to some stars and said “here doll see that shape of stars right there? That’s the Big Dipper right there.” I loved how Bucky knew his constellations and I smiled at him as he pointed them out and then after a bit we continued our walk to the park we wanted to go to but then just before we got to the park I heard a small sound like a cat meowed. “Hey babe did you hear that Bucky?”

Bucky looked around and then we both heard it again and Bucky walked around and said “aww hey little one come here you it’s ok.. are you out here alone? Poor baby, hey Y/N I found a kitten over here.” I walked over to where Bucky was and he was holding the kitten in his arms and I smiled as Bucky looked so sweet with the kitten. “Is he or she alone out here babe?” He nodded his head and said “yea I couldn’t see any other cats around poor thing I’d hate to leave the little one here..” I petted the kitten and I smiled at it and I watched it rub against my hand and the kitten looked so happy and I knew we had to bring it home with us and we had actually been talking about having a pet at somepoint.

“Hey Bucky why don’t we take the little one home? I can tell he or she likes us, we were wanting a pet weren’t we?” He smiled and kissed my forehead gently bringing me closer to him as we held the kitten together and Bucky said “darling you are amazing this is why I love you, you have a good heart.” I looked at the little kitten and wondered what name to give and I looked at Bucky and said “babe what do you think we should name this baby it should be a cute name.”

Bucky smiled and looked at the kitten and said “hmm how about Alpine?” The kitten meowed softly and brushed up against him and I chuckled softly with a smile and said “Alpine, do you like that girl hmm?” She purred as I pet her and I nodded my head and we took Alpine home with us and on the way we stopped at a pet store to get some cat food and a bed and a small toy and when we got home we set up everything for Alpine though I could tell she was already attached to Bucky the way she would cuddle with him.

~Bucky’s POV~

I gave Alpine some food and water and watched her eat and I felt sad that she was probably starving outside poor thing but now that she was here with us I could tell she was a lot happier. Y/N came in the room to sit with me and she snuggled close to me laying her head on my shoulder and I put my arm around her and we just both watched Alpine and we were both so happy to be parents of a kitten we loved Alpine so much already like she was our own child, it’s like wishes really can come true.

Y/N smiled and said “remember in the morning we’ll go get Alpine checked out and get papers to adopt her and get her a collar I wanna make sure she’s ok.” I nodded my head and kissed Y/N softly and I said “don’t worry babe we’ll make sure Alpine is taken care of she’s in good hands with us aren’t ya Alpine?” She cozied up next to me and I pet her as we all relaxed on the couch together and in this moment we were so happy it’s like nothing else mattered except our family. “I love you and Alpine so much Y/N.” I said softly and I kissed Y/N gently and I held her close as we cuddled with Alpine letting her rest and Y/N laid on my chest and said “I love you both too my love.” She fell asleep on me and I could tell she was nervous about being a parent now so I stroked her hair softly and helped her relax as I drifted to a peaceful sleep as well.

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Unintentional Distraction

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader 

Rating: 18+ Only!! Minors DNI!!

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

Word Count: 3,805

Beta: T. Thompson 

Title Card: Yours Truly 

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

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

"Hello?" 

So much for that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Th-Thank you."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Excuse me, miss?"

You turned and met the eyes of the host.

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

You blinked, "he um…he does?"

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

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

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

"It's open!"

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

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

"What's your name?"

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

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

"Look at me, doll."

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

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

"I um…Y/N…"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Y-Yes…"

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

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

"Good girl."

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

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

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

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

"Sir, please… please touch me."

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

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

"T-That's not…I need…"

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

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

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

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

"Beautiful," he breathed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You clenched around them making him moan with you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuck, Sebastian!" 

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

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

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

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

"G-Gonna...Oh, fuck Sebastian!" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You with me, babydoll?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Sneak Peek...

Engineer!James Bucky Barnes x Admin Assistant!Reader

Warnings: Language, angst... lots of angst

A/N: This is my first fic diving back into writing. I've got many chapter written so here's a long preview of chapter 1. Feedback is always welcome and appreciated. Please let me know what you think!

(Divider by animatedglittergraphics-n-more)

Walking into the office, you set your things down on your desk and turn on your computer, watching it slowly come to life like it has not a single care for your urgency or desire to get a jump on the day ahead. When it’s gone through its process and the apps appear you quickly pull up today’s schedule, making sure the first appointment is still set for nine, which gives you plenty of time to head downstairs for your usual order of coffee and muffins, ready to get the day going. Your boss was counting on you to make his day run smoothly and fuel was a must if you were going to keep James Buchanan Barnes afloat.

Being the Administrative Assistant of the head of engineering at Stark Industries was a dream come true, but could be at times brutal and frustrating. Thirty four year old James Barnes was a very focused but fair boss, and it was your job to keep things running smoothly behind the scenes so he could focus his energy on keeping Tony Stark happy. You loved your job and all the perks of working side by side with the man you were secretly in love and sleeping with for the past two years. 

Like all things, sleeping with your boss wasn’t anywhere on your radar and started as a ‘see what had happened was…’ kinda thing; the two of you working hard on a project, putting in late hours, both sexually frustrated with no outlet. His ruffled appearance and normally short brown hair had grown out and was dangling in his face as he looked down at his desk at the stack of papers trying to figure out the missing equation. James was a hot mess and the moment his eyes left the papers and met yours, you knew you were totally and truly fucked. Literally.

What you thought was a one time thing was anything but. James pulled you aside the next day and wanted your thoughts about having a benefits type of relationship. Neither of you had significant others and we’re both devoted to your careers leaving no time for dating or relationships. His argument made sense so you agreed and is why you’ve spent the past two years being his assistant by day and his fuck buddy by night. Such an illustrious life you lead at the ripe age of twenty-eight.

“Morning,” the deep voice says, alerting you to your boss's arrival.

“Morning, Mr. Barnes,” you politely reply from your desk, eyes watching him as he makes his way to his office. He looked good in his black suit and tie, his face sporting some stubble making him absolutely delicious. For a moment you questioned if you had forgotten to lay out his razor on your way out of the bathroom but remembered today was Wednesday and you hadn’t stayed over the night before so today’s appearance was all on him. 

There was a schedule in place for the nights you kept James company, in more ways than one. Monday, Wednesday and Thursdays were the evenings you came over and spent time with him, ultimately staying and leaving together the next morning, the man driving you both to work. Tuesday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday were the ones Barnes liked to have to himself and do whatever it was James Barnes did to keep himself happy. It was a shame you’d never find out what it was he truly found pleasure in. He was good at playing things close to his chest.

Once James was in his office, you walked over and leaned up against the doorframe, silently watching and keeping your distance while he got himself situated to begin his day. 

“Something on your mind?” Barnes asks, never once looking up from the monitor on his desk, knowing you were steadily watching him. 

Shrugging, you smile and move off the door, taking a step into his office. “I’m gonna head down to the coffee shop and grab some breakfast. Want me to get you anything?” You politely offer in your very best morning voice. 

James' blue eyes move from the screen and meet yours, his brows furrowed in question. “Didn’t you eat what I made this morning? I left you a plate when I went to shower.”

“I-uh… last night, I was-uh… at-uh my place,” you stuttered out uncomfortably. 

The brunette appeared lost in thought for a moment, his gaze fixed on you and never waivered. After what felt like minutes but were really only seconds, the man nods slowly and turns his attention back to his computer screen. “Guess there’s an uneaten plate of food on my counter then,” he says dryly and begins tapping away at his keyboard.

Sighing heavily at the apparent dismissal, you shake your head and turn around. “I’ll be back shortly,” you call over your shoulder and walk out of his office, leaving your boss to whatever had gotten into him this morning. It was too early for his shit and you could tell it was going to be an extra large coffee and two chocolate chip muffin kinda day.

🍷

“Did R & D send the file over I asked for?” James is hovering over your desk, eyes shifting through the mountain of papers, looking for said file.

Your hand gravitates to your face and pinches the bridge of your nose, the tension already building, your body responding and knowing exactly what’s about to take place in a few short seconds from now. Couldn’t he have waited until after lunch to have this conversation? Something had this man out of sorts today and knowing him, he wasn’t about to divulge to you the inner workings in his head.

“No. They said it would be ready on Friday, remember?” 

James scoffs and rubs at his face in frustration, looking more like a pouty child than a full fledged adult. “I told them I needed it by today! I have a presentation to give on Friday and we need to make sure everything is presentable to the board ahead of time!” 

Closing your eyes you inhale a sharp breath and let it out, trying to calm yourself. You know James was told he’d have the file on Friday by R & D. Hell, you even reiterated Friday when he asked you again on Monday. So, why in the love of all things holy, would he be upset about the file not being here today when he was told Friday several times by different people?! What the fuck suddenly crawled up his ass and died?!

“Mr. Barnes…,” you calmly said, standing from your chair so you can be face to face with your boss, “...what would you like me to do?” 

James’ eyes bug out and he gawks, looking like he can’t believe you even had to ask. “I want you to go fix it! You’re my assistant… assist!” 

Shaking your head you start to laugh, clearly this man has lost his mind and you weren’t about to stand for his assholish behavior. “And what, pray tell, am I supposed to do, walk down there and make them pull a file from their asses?! They said Friday. Why did you have Pepper schedule a board meeting for Friday when you didn’t have all the materials in hand prior to?”

Barnes places his hands on his hips and glares back at you, his body reeking of alpha dominance. “Are you questioning what I do?”

You opened your mouth to speak but thought better of it, quickly shutting it before something rude and snarky came out. You couldn’t add fuel to this already blazing fire, given the mood James was in he’d enjoy it and you’d get burned in the process and put a strain on your benefits arrangement.

“How ‘bout I head down to R & D and see if I can speed them along?” You give your best fake smile hoping to appease the ball of fury standing in front of you.

“Oh? You finally ready to do your job?” He cocks his head and crosses his arms to his chest. 

“What?” You look at him stunned. You never thought he’d say anything like that to you.

“I know you’re not hearing impaired so I’m pretty sure you heard me.”

Scowling, you can feel the anger building inside you, your breathing becoming faster and your face heating up. If looks could kill, James Barnes would be a dead man standing. This time his mouth has gone way to fucking far.

“I’m leaving!” You yell and storm off, needing to put some much needed distance between the two of you before things were said that couldn’t be taken back. 

“Oh!” You stopped far enough away and looked back at your asshole boss. “When I come back, whatever made residence in your ass needs to go because I refuse to put up with holier than thou Mr. James Barnes any longer!” You spun on your heels and headed for the stairs, purposely avoiding the elevator.

Stepping in the stairwell, you came to a complete stop and took in a few deep breaths, trying to regain your composure. Barnes and you had a very interesting work relationship. For the most part he was a very laid back boss, the two of you joking throughout the day, intentionally getting on each other’s nerves, sometimes acting like the two of you couldn’t stand to be around each other. Some employees actually thought you two were enemies, only tolerating each other at Stark's insistence but that wasn’t the case. The two of you got along exceptionally well and it’s why you were able to carry on the benefits relationship. You both were experts at separating work and extracurricular activities. 

Today though, today James was off. He’d forgotten you hadn’t occupied his bed last night and dismissal of you earlier this morning already had you seeing the warning signs screaming something wasn’t right. Top it off with his performance at your desk, and you knew there was something eating away at the man like acid. 

Whatever it was, he’d better find the remedy before you told him where to stick his ninety-nine problems while you enjoyed a container of Oreo mint cookie ice cream on your couch alone.

Not the end of the chapter, but I hope you enjoyed it. I appreciate all feedback. I promise there’s more to come!!

[unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men]

Thicker than a Snickers

Pairings: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Summary: You are dating Sebastian Stan, both of you have busy schedules and you haven't seen him since he had gotten back into his beefy stage.

Warnings: Smut, Oral Sex (male recieving, female recieving) Pet names, fluff, established relationships, self doubt, beefy Seb (he's a warning ok) swearing, sexy times. Minors do not interact 18+

This was not beta read, all mistakes are my own. Divider made by @saradika

You had been dating Sebastian Stan for a few months now, initially you both kept things quiet. He didn’t want to be bombarded with paparazzi or rabid fans and you were much the same, just more reserved. You were happy to keep things quiet, but Seb wanted the world to know about you, so a few months ago he brought you to a press outing for Ghosted. Media coverage was intense at first, photos taken anywhere and everywhere you went, people were finding out information from the internet, fans scrutinized you over everything.

You tried to not let the negativity get to you and Sebastian did everything he could to make you feel cherished because you had done so much for him. You were always there for him when people (who might have tried to mean well) ended up making him feel uncomfortable in his own skin, you were there telling him that he was perfect and how you loved everything about him. So when he found out that people had been unkind to you he jumped into action, if he wasn’t buying you gifts he was showering you with attention.

After Ghosted you had assumed Sebastian would have some sort of a break but when he told you he was going to be training your heart sank a little bit, you smiled and supported him and told him you would be his hype woman. He laughed and cupped your face “Thank you for being you sweetheart, I couldn’t do this without you” Smiling you kiss the tip of his nose “You know you would be ok without me, I just make your day more interesting” Pulling you close he laughs “Yeah well you definitely do make things more interesting, now I’ll be back in a few hours and we can get some dinner, sound good?”

Nodding you smile “Always sounds good handsome, now go have fun and I’ll slave around the house maybe lounge around the pool?” Sebastian quirks his eyebrows at you “Oh some pool time? I won’t say no to some swimsuit selfies” Laughing you shake your head “Maybe if I’m feeling generous, have a good time handsome, knock 'em dead!” Kissing you once more Sebastian leaves you to your lazy day, which quickly turns un lazy.

Your phone rings, groaning, you walk over and pick it up noticing it's your agent “Hey we need you to come in for a while, I know you were going to work from home but we really need you to come in please?” Sighing you let her know you can fly in, hanging up you pack some essentials and send Sebastian a message letting him know that you would be gone for a while, then you head to the airport. Boarding the plan you see Sebastian’s reply “I know you would rather work from home but I’ll try and visit you when I can” Smiling you reply “I love you and please visit if you can otherwise I will go insane”

The next few weeks dragged by, you and Sebastian made sure to keep in touch with face time and messages, still you missed him. The smell of his hair, the warmth of his body, his laugh you missed all of it. Soon months passed and while you still kept in contact it started getting lesser and lesser, almost making you think that maybe things were falling apart. Coming back to the hotel it had been a long day and you wanted nothing else than to live in the bathtub, walking through the door you shut it with a well placed gentle kick.

Pulling off clothing you walk into the bedroom, taking out your ponytail you rub your scalp gently wincing, feeling pain from having your hair up for so long. Sighing, you pad to the bathroom, eyes closed,rolling your neck hearing a crack. Hearing a soft laugh you freeze and your eyes pop open “Don’t stop on my account sweetheart,if this is the welcome I get I’ll be sure to be training a lot longer” You turn and see Sebastian sitting on the bed with a lazy hungry smirk, you feel heat all over your body, looking him over your mouth waters, he looks so damn big. Laughing he stands walking over to you “Speechless huh?, I know I have that effect on women”

You blush and suddenly feel the need to cover yourself, shaking his head Sebastian looks you up and down “Now why would I want you to cover up sweetheart? Come here let me hold you, I’ve missed you” Nodding you move close and press into him resting your head along his neck inhaling softly “I’ve missed you more, when did you get so beefy?” Laughing you feel him shrug, running his hot hands up and down your back “So do you like it?” Blushing, you smile “Damn boy you thick! Thicker than a Snicker!” Laughing you hide your face along his now more broad chest.

“God I love you, want to see the full effect of being thicker than a Snicker?” You look at him almost stunned your brain unable to even imagine what he looks like naked, licking your lips you stare at him before nodding “Yes please” Sebastain smirks and places you on the bed and begins to take off his shirt, your eyes widen and you know your mouth is hanging open “Holy shit” Smiling he slowly and torturously takes off his pants leaving him in only his boxers and socks, leaning forward he kisses you passionately his tongue sliding along yours. You let out a soft moan closing your eyes,pulling away Sebastian strokes your cheek “How are you doing sweetheart?”

Opening your eyes you nod “I’m doing great now handsome” Running your hands along his larger chest you smirk before placing your face between his pecs you motorboat them placing soft wet kisses along the hot skin. Chuckling softly he groans feeling your plush lips on his skin “Really liking this aren’t you?” Humming you suck and nibble gently gripping his hips “God your so big” Sliding your hands down his chest to his stomach you tease along the waistband of his boxers, groaning softly he sinks into you “Shit sweetheart trying to kill me?”

Smiling you slide your hand into his boxers cupping him gently before you start stroking him, you hear him gasp and groan loudly, grinning you feel him harden “Looks like something else got big too” You kiss him hard before dropping to your knees, pulling down his boxers his erection springs up and bounces in front of you. A drop of pre-cum catches your eye and you lap at it gently, you hear a loud groan and smirk. Feeling large hands in your hair you smile and slide your mouth down his thick cock “Fuck sweetheart missed you so much”

Humming happily you start bobbing up and down on his thick shaft, using your tongue to swirl and lap at his tip, and making sure to get any pre-cum that forms. Holding your hair gently Sebastian begins to slowly thrust into your eager and warm mouth, watching as your eyes close and you moan softly “Such a good girl, taking me so well with your mouth, I know you can take more” You nod quickly hollowing out your cheeks you slide him further into your mouth, face pressed into his hip the hair along his happy trail tickling your nose as you press closer. Grunting Sebastian grips your hair a bit tighter and starts thrusting a bit faster into your mouth, sucking hard making sure to pay attention to the tip your eyes drift closed. Sebastian loved seeing you like this, watching you suck him off was always something he loved, you were amazing with your mouth and genuinely seemed to love doing it.

You bob up and down on his cock while massaging his balls, watching his head tilt backwards, his eyes closing. Moaning softly you feel his cock twitch and jerk in your mouth, looking up at Sebastian you feel him explode into your mouth, thick ropes of cum hitting the back of your throat. Swallowing all that you can, you wait to feel him soften slightly, gently licking along his shaft cleaning him up,sliding him out of your mouth with a soft pop. Wiping the corner of your mouth you place a soft kiss onto his tip watching it twitch slightly “Such a pretty cock for such a handsome man” Sebastian blushes and smirks “Really?” You nod “You bet and it’s all mine” Looking at you with dark eyes he nods “It sure is sweetheart just like you’re all mine”

Laughing you nod and smirk “Go handsome sit on the bed for me want to ride you” Smirking he nods “You gonna sit on my face sweetheart?” Looking at him you nod, biting your lower lip “Yes” Smirking he sits on the bed moving back to the headboard beckoning you towards his face, blushing you move towards him and the bed, crawling over to him you lean down and kiss him. You feel his tongue sliding along yours as he returns the kiss, smirking “Are you stalling sweetheart?” Blushing you suddenly feel nervous you feel his arms pulling you down onto his mouth.

Letting out a loud squeak which soon turns into a moan as you feel his tongue lapping at your clit, his nose presses into you adding to the feeling as he eats you out. Your grind into his mouth hearing him groan, taking your clit into his mouth and sucking on it. The scrape of his facial hair and the tight grip on your hips has you seeing stars “Yes Seb!” Throwing your head back you ride his face, a loud whimper and moans fill the room, suddenly he hits the spot that makes your knees buckle and body shake.

Smirking he continues his assault, tangling you hands into his hair and tug gently “Fuck I’m so close baby! You can feel him smirking as he hums, his tongue moving somehow faster than before. Closing your eyes you let out a loud moan as you explode feeling him lap up all your juices, body trembling and large tears roll down your face. Coming down from your high, you feel him still licking and sucking, letting out a whimper “Seb, too sensitive!” You wiggle slightly and roll laying next to him breathing hard.

“You good sweetheart?” You feel him pull you close stroking your face, giggling softly you turn and kiss him, tasting yourself moaning you smirk “Get back to me in 3 to 5 business days” He laughs and holds you close “So I take it you like the, what did you call it? Beefy Boi look?” Smiling and chuckling softly “Oh absolutely because you're thicker than a Snicker, and I love Snickers” Laughing again he hides his face along your neck “You’re terrible sweetheart but I love you” Stroking his hair you smile “Yeah I love you too, and I really needed this thank you” Sebastian looks at you and smiles “Always sweetheart.”

[chrisdrysdale]

day 15 squirting with Frank (e,b)

+18s only

Kinktober masterlist

A/N: lmao set on real experiences! 347 words

You were spread out on the couch, Frank on his knees between your legs, you wanted to do it so bad.. but you couldn’t do it yourself.

So you called Frank.

He was your best friend, he always told you that you could come to him for “relief” but wanted something else. You want to squirt

As soon as Frank got the call he headed over to you. When you opened the door he kissed you passionately, leading you to the couch, he yanked down your pants and panties and lashed you down, spreading your legs wide open.

Frank pressed his hand against your mound and began rubbing your clit with his thumb, you arched your back hard and moaned. “Oh my god Frank yes!”

“That feel good baby?” He questioned you, gently licking your folds

“Yes! yes!”

He brought his other hand up and gently pushed one finger into you, making you scream as he hit that spot.

“Oh fuck.. there it is baby.. your little fingers never reached it?” You panted and through your head back, nodding.

Frank kept fucking you with his finger, while simultaneously rubbing you clit. “You gotta give me one before you can squirt baby… can you do that?”

You nodded and Frank slapped your thigh. “Words”

“Yes.. fuck I can!”

He kept going faster and faster, pressing his thumb hard on your clit. You tugged his hair and moaned. “Gonna cum!!”

“Cum for me, gorgeous”

You clenched around his fingers and came hard, but he didn’t stop. He kept thrusting in and out and rubbing you clit. “F-frank!! oh my god!!”

He removed his thumb off you clit and replaced it with his mouth, gently sucking and flicking your pearl. “O-h oh my god! I’m gonna cum!!” He moved faster before pulling away as you came allowing you to squirt everywhere with a scream.

He slowed his fingers and kisses your thigh. “Good job, beautiful. You did so well but…” he began to slowly stand up, letting you noticed the bulge coming out of his pants.

“We have another problem”

-fin

tags: @cloudyfeel @navybrat817 @christywantspizza @buckyalpine @iloveprettyboysblog @ethreal-love @captainsimagines @buckybarnesandmarvel @rogersandlightwood @sparkledfirecracker @barneswinterraven @hansensgirl @blades-and-heartbreak @runa-falls

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[prettyinpink350]

I saw a tik tok video talking about Sebastian Stan being engaged or soon to be engaged to Annabelle Wallis so I looked it up and found this, I have no idea if it’s true but hey might as well share.

[buckmepapi]

Stopping by to say hope your well ❤️ miss your amazing work but I hope you’re getting the break you deserve and life is treating you well 🤗

I don’t know why I didn’t see this in my inbox earlier but thank you so much for your kind words. I posted a new fic completely out of the blue yesterday like I had no intention of finishing it but I just did for some reason so hopefully if you come across it you enjoy it !!

I hope you’re well and as always I absolutely love your work, my fellow Bucky Hoe ✨

If anyone is interested the new story, Full Of Me, can be found here

[cevans-is-classic]

18+ only please. Sexual content, unprotected sex, language, oral

My Masterlist One and Two

Seb is here!

The Anon who asked about the Endings Beginnings gif request! I had this puppy in line and thought it'd be a good one to use. Enjoy!

Seb moved behind you, taking slow steps and brushing your biceps when he came forward. You looked at him humming. He smiled and wrapped his arms around your waist, rocking both of you side to side as he rested his chin on your shoulder. 

“I thought we were going to tackle cleaning tomorrow?” He kissed your shoulder. 

You turn the bowl in your hand. “I couldn’t stop thinking about them sitting out. We need to get the dishwasher fixed.” 

“Mmm, we do.” He kissed you again, nuzzling into you as he squeezes you tight. 

You set the cup down, unplugging the drain before wiping it dry. Seb stays glued to you as you move around the kitchen. He hums when you put the cups away, smiles into your neck when you sort the utensils, and holds your waist when you put the pots and pans up.

You feel this itch, like something is coming, and you can’t tell if it’s a good thing or a bad thing. Shaking away the crawling feeling, you spin in his arms, wrapping your own around his neck, and smiling at him, “Alright, how may I help you?” 

“Well,” He kisses your nose, “I was coming down to see what you were doing,” He kisses your left cheek, “Then I saw you doing the dishes,” Your right cheek, “And you were wiggling your ass a little-” 

You laughed, tilting your head back and Seb took full advantage, brushing his lips over your jaw and down until he skims his teeth. You gasp, jerk in his hold but smile as he kisses you, trailing bites along your throat and back up. 

“My wiggling ass do it for you?” You grin. 

“Baby,” Seb slides his hands until he can grip your ass, pressing you closer against him as he does, “Everything about you does it for me.” 

The kiss was rough, your nose hitting his before you could turn your head, and Seb laughed a moment before you settled against each other. He’s still smiling when you lick at his bottom lip and he slides his hands to your thighs.

A yelp escapes as he lifts you his smile turning into a smirk, his hands tightening on your thighs as walks you towards to island and sits you down. His left hand curls around your calf pulling it higher to hang over his hip, his nails scratching over your skin. 

“I just cleaned.” You whispered. 

He nodded, “and you did a wonderful job.” He kisses you again, slower this time, but deeper. His tongue licked your mouth open and you could taste the mint of his toothpaste. His stubble was a little damp, and scratchy against your cheeks, and it made you blush. 

Sebastian pulls back a second. “You okay?” 

You drop his gaze, “Yeah.” 

“Hey,” He squeezes your hip, “We don’t have to do anything-” 

“No.” You shake your head, grabbing his shoulder, and softly shook him, “No.” 

“Okay.” He nods again. “Not in the kitchen?” 

Your cheeks heat, your eyes rolling to the ceiling as you shake your head and shimmy a bit against him. “Baby, talk to me.” 

“I know, I-” With a breath, you look back at him, “I thought about your scruff and-” 

Seb blinked, then he tilted his head, eyebrow coming up. “Yeah? Thought about my facial hair. Where?” 

You looked down and Seb's grin turned hungry before he pulled you to the edge of the island and pushed you backward. He watches you rest along the surface, hands sliding over the countertop with nervous fingers. 

“Baby,” He taps your hip until you move, helping him slip your shorts and underwear down, letting it hang off your foot as he kisses your knee, “I know what you mean.”

“Your knees are going to hate you.” It comes out as a squeak, your hands clenching into fists with embarrassment. 

“But something will love me a lot more.” He says and licks your inner thigh. You gasp, the marble beneath you sticking to your backside. 

Seb keeps going, his hands opening your legs further, teeth leaving marks as he works up your thigh. His finger startles you, the way he spreads you and touches you — his thumb finding your clit. 

“Bast-”

“I got you.” He kisses above your heat. “I got you.” 

Your hands fly to his hair when he licks you. One broad stripe that circled your clit. His fingers moved to your entrance, his thumb sliding in enough that you were aching for him to touch you. His tongue presses into you instead, licking, sucking, flicking against you over and over until your thighs shake. 

He dove in again and again, faster, slower, fingers sliding in and out and in until you’re muttering curse words and gasping his name. It made your knee weak, and your fingers ache where you fist his hair. When you’re close, teetering, almost over that crashing edge, he stops. 

“Fuck- what.” 

Seb looks up at you, letting you see the slick dampening your beard, and with a grin he kisses your thigh again. Scraping his facial hair across your skin then licking you once, twice, repeating the pattern until the words coming out of you were incoherent. You needed him to go faster, needed him to make you come with his name on your tongue. His tongue inside you. 

When his scruff scratches against you, arousal, hot and prickling, shoot up your spine, “Baby-” 

He nipped your clit then went back to work, doubling his effort, fucking his fingers into you over and over and you need to come. Are begging for it, reaching for it, it’s slow close and you’re pressing into his face, closer, closer. 

He pulls back.

You push him backward, your feet hitting the floor before you push him onto his back and climb over him. 

“Are you okay?” You guide him inside you, then sink down, watching his eyes close, his chin tilting upwards, and a drop of your slick moves down his neck. 

“So fucking okay.” He curses, gasping as your hips move. 

Yes, yes, fuck right there. He feels perfect, filling you. His shirt shifts as you press against his chest, using your hands as leverage to ride him. 

“So good,” He groans, grabbing your hips, and raising his knees enough to balance you. It buries him deeper, slides his cock against you, and that buzzing feeling went through you again. This time it felt electric and made your thighs tighten. He helps guide you as the feeling builds.

“Yes,” You gasp, “yes, yes, fuck.” 

“Come on, baby, come for me.” His voice is deeper, his mouth going slack when you squeeze around him, dig your nails into his chest, and come. 

He makes a drawn-out rumbling noise his hips bucking upwards. Seb guides you over him still dragging you through your after-shocks and towards his own release. 

His eyes lose focus as he looks at you, one hand moving to touch your neck, your jaw, your cheek, and then he pulls you down and bites at your lips. The position has you shaking your head, his hips moving faster, the hand on your hip clenching tighter. 

“Please.” You breathe into the kiss, “Baby, please.” 

He kisses you harder when he comes, eyes closing, his hands a vice grip on you. It makes you snap, your body twitching as a sharp orgasm floods you. 

Feeling him breathe against your cheek keeps you focused. His heart was racing beneath along your own as he shifted, kissing you slower.

[believeitseeitdoit]

Sunday Surprises

Summary: Week one of regular NFL season is always entertaining, but this year is extra special for you and Seb.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Author Notes: Ummmm Hi, this is my first little ‘published’ fic, please be kind (or brutal it’s fine).  I'm only motivated enough to post this because @thebescht and Evan Williams are brave. For reference, the dog here is based on my moose, a 100lb Black English Lab, I might make a moldboard to go with this idk, I might also delete this soooo cool thanks bye. 

You sit on the ottoman, twiddling your phone in your hands waiting for Sebastian to find his coat. Jax bounces around the rest of the grey leather couch, disturbing the abundance of blasted throw pillows your mother insisted you buy when she first visited your’s and Seb’s apartment in Boston. Somehow, Jax hasn’t completely destroyed the merlot and sand throws, just a sprinkle of black fur littering their patterns.  A quick ping rings out from your phone, accompanied by rapid fire vibrations buzzing up your thumbs, notifying you that Chris has sent yet another “are y’all coming yet” text.

“Babe, kick off is in 30 mintues! I will not be late to the first watch party of the season because you can’t find your one pair of Pats socks just to appease Chris!” You holler towards the bedroom where Seb is inevitably wasting time to avoid being in a room with multiple football obsessed humans.

“Y/N, I swear they were in the drawer and now they’re gone! Did you wash them or give them to Jax?” Seb playfully questions back from the depths of his closet. You know full well the socks are already on his feet. Hopping off the ottoman, you grab the dog’s leash and your jacket as motivation to move your boyfriend along. The hardwood floors creak as you walk through the kitchen, narrowly missing the island with your hip bones and whistling to Jax so he can bound to Seb and investigate the slowdown.

“Seb, seriously, can we just go? It’s not like Chris will give two shakes about your socks. He’ll be too busy complaining about my disgrace of a jersey to be disappointed in your not-actually-missing socks,” you sigh as you wander back to the bedroom and lean against the door frame, feigning annoyance.

“Fair point, Y/N. He won’t even get near you in your Seahawks jersey; bad juju or something,” Seb spins around and strides over to the walkway, reaching around your waist and tucking you into his side while he jokes. As you travel back up the hall to the front door, you look at the pictures hanging from the walls, more of your mother’s visiting touches. All perfectly angled and spaced down the walkway and throughout the living room, moments from your lives together and alone. One of you with a client’s daughter back in Seattle brings a fond memory of your time with youngsters and your retired lesson horse to the front of your mind. Determined not to cry, you sniffle and hustle the boys out the door.

Finally ready, supposedly lucky Patriots socks on his feet, Sebastian gathers his sunglasses and car keys while you hook Jax up to his harness and wander down to the car. The oversized labrador flings himself into the backseat of your Xterra. Seb catches you for a kiss on the cheek before starting the car and heading across town to Evans’ place.

“Remind me why we’re going to this again? We could just as easily watch the game in our living room and not have to hear him and Anthony scream at the TV for two hours of the Pats winning… again..” Seb whines.

“Because, A: I’ll be yelling too and you would complain either way. B: Chris always hosts Sunday Night Football, we host Monday, that’s how it’s worked since he learned I love the game, babe. And C: you love me so…. Also you know the sex is always better after a good screaming match between me, Chris, and the TV.”

“That last one is so not a reason but I’ll let it slide because the sex is always great. Did you tell Chris we’re bringing Jax or are you just assuming he and Dodger will leave everyone to mind their own business?” Seb asks as the black moose tries to climb over his arm onto the center console and into your lap.

“I texted him about it last week. He said it was fine. Plus, they’ll make each other tired so we don’t have to take him on a run tonight. More time for activities,” you giggle as you shove the dog back into his territory and wiggle your eyebrows in Seb’s direction.

“You are so smart, you know that? Better knock on wood he doesn’t interrupt again like last week with the damn light up ball.”

“Hey , you bought him that so I take zero blame. Turn up at the corner. There’s a spot to park right there,” pointing to an empty space just a few doors down from Chris’ place.

You climb out and grab Jax while Seb grabs the case of beer from the back and start up the steps, laughing at the obnoxious yells already coming from his stairwell. The door’s unlocked the way it always is when you have watch parties, so Seb turns the knob and Jax goes bounding through the hall in search of the noises after you drop his leash. A resounding “oof” and various yelps of “dammit, Jax” and “hey, buddy!” make you burst into a fit of laughter as you and Seb round into the kitchen. Spying Mackie on the floor with Jax square on top of him, you reach around to help him up, only to have Dodger come bouncing out from behind the island and toppling you over next to him, leading everyone into a second bout of laughter.

“Boys, off! Jesus Chris, teach your kid some manners,” you jokingly chide as you hop up and start greeting the harem standing around the kitchen island.

“You say that like your’s is so trained,” Chris sighs humorously as Jax launches his front paws onto the counter to swipe a piece of cheese. You shove him off and toss a rogue chunk of cheddar in his general vicinity, giggling at Chris’ hand motions toward the dog.

“At least he knows what he wants,” you shrug and grab a cube for yourself and snicker. “What did you expect from oversized bear cub? Seb feeds him off the table all the time.”

“Excuse me, he was your dog first, and you started that. I just can’t be the asshole who denies him!” Seb shouts from inside the fridge while he digs for a beer that didn’t just come out of a roasting car.

“Alright, this is fun, but can we actually turn the game on now? Kick off should be in five and I need to judge this rendition of the National Anthem beforehand,” Anthony interrupts the dog banter while heading to the connected living room.

Jeremy nods and lifts his beer in agreement from the barstool to your left, adding, “Just turn it up and we can watch from here. Y/N, grab yourself something and lets catch up for a minute. Tell me about the ways you plan to ensure the Seahawks somehow take it all this year.”

You lift your Yeti and aim the straw at Seb in response, “I’ll stick to water, gotta be functional enough to get this lightweight home tonight. Russell’s got a better O-line this year starting out. If he can whip his runners into shape for the long passing game we’ll be knocking on the playoff door easy. So long as Pete has mustered up a good, fresh defensive line, they can block anything and everything from here to New England.”

Seb makes his way around the kitchen to you and reaches around to bear hug you. “Babe, you’ve never denied yourself at least one beer at a game. What did I miss? I am also not a lightweight. It was Jaeger and it was ONE TIME!” He leans into your back and continues to hold you with one arm and reaches for a chip. “And, we were all drunk. It wasn’t just me. Chris was puking for hours when we got home that night. Mackie was passed out on the couch. Downey had to play sorority sister and hold Chris up. At least I was responsible enough to call you to come get me!”

“Actually, Robert had already called me and I was on my way, Honey, but whatever you say. I’m fine, really, just a little nauseated from your terrible driving skills. Give me thirty minutes and I’ll be golden.” You turn around in Seb’s arms and soak in his warmth while reassuring him you aren’t reaching imminent death. “Now, let’s go watch shitty football!” You slip under his arm and drag him toward the leather sectional where Chris and Anthony were trying to convince Jax and Dodger to not wrestle in front of the game.

“I heard that! Oh, c’mon! Boys, out! Go play in my room. I need to see what BS call the ref has made already,” Chris yelled as he launched a squeaky ball down the hallway towards his master bedroom for the dogs to chase. You jump to the side so you don’t get taken out again at the knees and Seb pulls you down to curl up into his lap in the long corner of the couch.

“You just assume it’s bull because you think every ref has it out for Tom Brady since ‘deflategate’. The tight end was clearly over the line of scrimmage before the ball moved!” You shoot a playful slap at his arm as you shout agreeance with the ref’s call.

First quarter turns to second and as half time creeps closer, you still feel queasy. It comes in random waves that are just enough to make you curl into yourself tighter and feel a small spark of fear for Chris’ upholstery, but not enough to leave.

Seb notices you shift your hands into you stomach and prods for answers.“Babe, seriously, you have a body of steel. You didn’t eat anything crazier than usual yesterday and you actually haven’t eaten much today from what I’ve seen. Are you okay? Do you need anything? Do you want to go home? No -- I know that’s a dumb question. I just don’t want you getting sicker here cuz you hate being sick in front of people.”

“I’m fine, just -- jimminy christmas trees what did you eat? It fricken smells Seb. Get away, go get some listerine or something, please,” you shove him off of you as whatever forsaken food wafts into your nose, throwing you over the edge. By luck, you make it to the spare bathroom in time to dry heave and throw up whatever water and miniscule amount of crackers were in your system.

“Ungh, shit. This is going to be a long season,” you mutter into the porcelain throne of misery. Adding a grunt of effort, you lift yourself up to rinse your mouth out and splash some water onto your face. “Maybe this was a one time thing. Maybe I won’t be riddled with this for three months or so. I’m 100% going to be fine,” you tell yourself while staring into the mirror, trying hard to convince yourself that it was a fluke and morning sickness wasn’t real.

“Y/N, you ok? I’m sorry the chips smelled weird. I think Mackie switched them out. Hey, you look a little pale. You need to go lay down?” Seb rattles off concerns and gives you a visual once over when you open the bathroom door and make your way back into the kitchen.

“Seriously, Y/N, you look like you might fall over on us. Please, the guest room is clean and open. Ma made sure it was done when she visited last week. Just go lay down and take a break for a bit. You can’t tell us this is a fluke. You’re a vet assistant. Strange smells don’t do shit to you…” Chris came over and aimed you toward his spare room while Seb grabbed your water.

“Dear God, everyone chill I’m fine! And I refuse to lay down in that guest room where I know for a fact that your teenage boy style New England Patriots bed sheets are currently laid out. I can’t defile a Seahawks jersey in that way. It’s straight up blasphemous,” you grumble at the boys who are trying too hard to take care of you. You think your grumbling works until you see a few black dots and grab Seb’s arm to steady yourself.

“Ok, fine. I’ll go lay down but only because that room probably doesn’t have whatever mystery dip stench is coming from the kitchen, NOT because I am dizzy and tired and kinda still nauseous,” you state matter-of-factly at both Seb and Chris.

“Your grip’s awful tight for someone who’s just getting away from a smell. Okay, okay, point taken, c’mon.” Seb guides you to the back of the apartment while simultaneously avoiding your half-assed slap to the back of his head.

You pitifully look down at the bed and Sebastian stifles a laugh. You were right about the sheets, but also too out of energy to resist the calling of a nap, even if it meant sleeping on Patriots logos. He tucks you in, kissing the top of your head and telling you he’ll check on you after half time. You don’t register him shut the light off and let the dogs in to cuddle with you. You’re too busy rolling over into the pillows.

Somewhere after halftime, you wake up with Jax next to your arm and Dodger on your opposite leg, both dogs dead to the world. You revel in the moment of peace, smiling down at your not super flat stomach currently covered by the jersey you won’t be able to wear by the Super Bowl. You hear a dull set of hurrahs and cheers from the hall, assuming the Patriots got an impressive first down or a touchdown, and giggle. “Well, I ain’t cheering em on, but those stupid sheets seemed to calm you down I guess. At least we know Chris will like ya.” You rub along your stomach, joking about your baby’s future in football. As the cheering dies down, you continue to think about the million little things that will happen from this point on. You only found out about your pregnancy a couple days ago, haven’t even told Seb, yet.

“Waitin’ on the right moment, huh, baby?” You whisper to your stomach as you think of the perfect way to tell your boyfriend. Kids weren’t in the plans yet, but your birth control had other plans. Damn that .01 percent. With a smile and last sigh of peace, you throw the sheets back with a plan.

Just as you work your way out of the bed, feeling alive and functional again, the dogs leap up and run out to alert the boys of your movement. You make your way down the hall and into Seb who meets you halfway with a kiss.

“Feeling better? You look much less dead, Babe.” Seb smiles at you and embraces you tightly.

“Mhmm, much better. Your badmhmm….” You nod and mumble into his chest while soaking in his warmth.

“Didn’t catch that last part. Hmm?” Seb looks down at you with a quizzical eyebrow. You look up with a smile and press a kiss to his lips.

“I said, your baby likes the Patriots. They finally settled when I laid down and bundled in those stupid sheets.” You turn your lips up into a smirk waiting for the words to settle in and his reaction to launch.

“Wait, what baby? Jax doesn’t give a shit about the Patriots. I’m los…..” Seb’s confused expression turns into a bright smile when he registers you putting a hand to your stomach and your telling smirk. “You mean, our baby? As in one currently growing as in your gonna be a mom? I’m gonna be a father? No shit? Baby you’re shitting me? HOLY SHIT!” Seb rattles off curses of excitement in happy tears and litters you with kisses and pulls you back into a tight hug.

“What are we yelling about?”

“Why are you two crying?”

“What did we miss?”

The guys all ask in one quick sweep while staring at your exchange. You look at them from in Seb’s arms and ask if they should know.

“What do you think, Seb, tell ‘em? Leave ‘em guessing? Or be kind?”

“Baby please, we can’t be cruel after this little moment.”

“Ok fine. Only cuz we both suck at secrets. I was just telling Seb that his baby really likes the Patriots because they only calmed down once i was laying down on Chris’ blasted sheets. So I am assuming this kiddo’s gonna be a big fan of uncle Chris in a few years,” you retell the tale and walk over to the guys while they all start smiling wildly.

“Baby?! What the hell Y/N!? Shit so happy for you, Smalls!”

“Seb, man you’re so done for.”

“Dude, I am so happy for you. “

“You two are going to be amazing parents.”

“I call dibs on buying baby’s first jersey!”

The congratulations and hugs fly in the kitchen, week one game completely abandoned in favor of your news. As it dies down and the fourth quarter timer is heard from the living room, everyone saunters back to catch the last two minutes and other game recaps. Seb wanders away to his coat and calls the dogs over to help him with his own surprise. You turn around to call him over only to see Jax trotting at you with a strange collar attached to him.

“Where did this bowtie come from, huh, Bubs?” You reach down to inspect the adorable black and white tuxedo bowtie collar and find a box attached at the buckle. As you unbuckle the collar and separate the box, you stand up and see Seb coming out from the hall with a sweaty, nervous smile.

“Babe, what’s this collar? And did you forget to take this weird magnetic tag off?” You toss the cardboard back at him, only to underestimate its weight and lob it at his head.

Seb catches it and pulls you closer. “It’s for him to wear if you say ‘yes’. But you have to look inside the weird box first, Y/N.” Seb returns the box to your hand and lets you inspect it.

You open the taped slit and find a black velvet box, immediately you have to wipe tears from your eyes so you can look at Seb’s cerulean ones.

“I’m only gonna ask this once baby. You’re my best girl, closest friend, fiercest supporter, my rock. And now the mother of my child. I don’t ever want to spend another day without knowing we will come home to each other. So, Y/N L/N, will you marry me?”

You can barely form the words, but a choked “yes” and the happiest sob of your life come out as you launch yourself into Seb’s arms. A slough of hoops hollars and more congratulations come from the vicinity of the couch, along with howls and barks from the dogs at your knees. You wrap your hand up to Seb’s neck and pull him down for another kiss. “I love every Sunday night of fall. But this is the best Sunday night ever, Baby.”

[bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky]

“I’ve had the time of my life,

and I owe it all to you…”

[sarahrogersevans]

Accidents Happen- Sebastian Stan shy!xreader fan fic

Summary: Y/N is relaxing at home waiting for her bf Sebastian to come home and she’s cleaning a bit and accidentally breaks Seb’s favorite sunglasses and freaks out and is nervous about telling him

Warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of a bit of self doubt, a lot of angst with a happy ending

(Y/N’s POV)

I had a day off from work and I thought I’d clean around the house while I’m waiting for Sebastian to get home, I got to cleaning in the kitchen while dancing to my favorite music playlist and I really got into cleaning and I just finished doing a round of dishes and then I started to sort through some mail and my elbow bumped into something which at first I didn’t notice but then I heard something hit the floor. I looked down at the floor and I saw Sebastian’s favorite pair of sunglasses on the floor broken and I freaked out and said “no no no no… shoot.. these are his favorites I can’t believe I did this..” I picked up the pieces and I heard the front door open and I started to panic while I was crying not knowing what to say to Sebastian oh I just felt so awful.

(Sebastian’s POV)

It’s been a long day of filming and I couldn’t wait to see Y/N and hug her, I knew as I’d have her in my arms that I’d feel a lot better. I walked into the house and I heard a noise like someone was crying and I went to look for Y/N and found in her in the kitchen crying and went over to Y/N and said “hey hey doll what happened?? Did you hurt yourself?” She noticed I was sitting by her and jumped and said “oh, Sebastian I’m.. I’m really sorry I umm..” I saw how upset and shy she was and I hugged her close and said “shhh hey take deep breaths sweetheart, and when you’re ready if you want, maybe tell me why’re crying?” Y/N calmed down and showed me my sunglasses and I noticed they were broken and I said “oh, what happened doll?” She started crying again and said “I’m so sorry Seb.. I was cleaning in the kitchen.. and then my elbow hit them and they hit the floor and broke.. I’m so sorry I know they were your favorite I’ll make it up to you, I’ll buy you new ones just like them.”

I put the glasses in the garbage and Kissed Y/N and had her look at me and said “Y/N, sweetheart listen to me ok?? I love you more than a pair of glasses ok? Accidents happen and you mean so much more to me I love you so much doll face ok?” She smiled and I wiped away the rest of her tears and kissed her and said “come here doll, how about we cuddle for a bit and then we can get something to eat later what do you think?” She nodded her head and then laid on my chest and said “we can get anything you want for dinner baby.” As soon as Y/N cuddled up to me I could feel her relax and I had us take a nap for a bit and then I woke up to Y/N smiling at me and I said “hi doll, how are you feeling?” She hugged me and said “better knowing you’re here with me though I’m kinda hungry now.” I kissed her and said “Aw doll, why don’t I look up some restaurants and we can order something?” She got up to throw away her Kleenexes from earlier and said “that sounds good.” I loved seeing my girl smiling again it makes me smile, when she’s happy so am I.

Hey lovelies!! Ok so I had a similar situation and I thought this idea for a fic would be a good idea 🥹 hope you all enjoy xx

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It’s SO clear he’s an excellent kisser, my heart is pounding 😩