#sebstan x reader Sebastian stan x reader

[barnesnatts]

New look at Sebastian Stan as Bucky Barnes in Marvel's THUNDERBOLTS.😍🫶🏻

[usetheeauthor]

Kinkmas Day 3: Love Faces + Babytrapping + Bathroom Sex

Older!Realtor!Edward Lemuel/Guy Moratz x Bimbo!Influencer!Reader

Warnings: age gap (ed: early 50s, reader: mid 20s), delulu!edward but also he’s completely right, yandere!edward, oral (m receiving), ball worship, curvy/chubby!reader, mentions of insecurities, babytrapping, grower not show-er!edward, praise kink, little bit of humiliation kink, breeding kink, sloppy/rough kissing, unprotected p in v, creampie, scratching & biting, desperate sex, switch!couple

Summary: Banging your realtor in your new home sounds like a nice way to celebrate a close.

Gif credit: @/thelovewittch

a/n: writing for him cause I can’t get him out of my head so why the fuck not. Had the older him in mind and ran with it. Some inspo from the movie ‘The Substance’ in this because it felt very similar some of the messages they had.

YOUR knee brushed against his. Could it have been intentional? Could you even do something so scandalous in the vicinity of your parents? And you’re sitting super close. There’s so much room on this piano bench and yet you sat this close to him. God, he could smell your vanilla-scented perfume, wishing he could lathe his tongue across your delicate throat to see if he could taste it, too. He could feel the heat radiating from you and when it makes contact with his skin, he imagines for a moment that he could live in it. He hears the sweet gasp that escapes your lips when you run your fingers along the ivory keys.

YOU’RE a music enthusiast, it seems.

Edward was only showing off the piano display included with the home. He sat at its bench and playfully fooled around on the instrument when you decided to sit beside him and play truthfully. Beautifully.

Every now and then, you’d reach for a key over on his side and he’d force himself not to shudder when the action forced your bodies even closer.

He’s got to remain professional. His clients wouldn’t appreciate their realtor popping a boner over their sweet daughter but he’s hopelessly infatuated with you.

Just today—only 15 minutes into the tour where he’d first laid his eyes on you, Edward believes he’s found his soulmate in you. It’s love at first sight. You must feel it, too!

When he’d greeted you…you smiled and greeted him back! You laughed at his little jokes throughout the tour. And now you’re here beside him, making indiscreet attempts at being close while your parents examine the bedrooms upstairs.

“You played wonderfully?” He says with a goofy lovestruck smile.

“You liar,” You giggle. “That was so awful. If my piano teacher would have heard me play just now, he’d place one of those ice cream cone hats teachers used to make bad kids wear in the black and white days. I think it was called a dense hat?”

“A dunce hat.” He corrects.

“That’s the one,” You nod, pointing an acrylic-donned nail at him. “You’re so smart, Mr. Guy.”

“M-my first name is actually Guy.”

“So your name is Mr. Guy Guy?” You ask, blinking perplexedly.

“Guy Moratz.” Edward answers, trying to contain his excitement.

YOU just asked for his name! You half-remembered his name! If this isn’t your attempt to get to know him then he doesn’t what is?

“There’s a pool in this house, right, Mr. Guy?” You ask, glossing over his correction.

“Yes, an indoor pool.”

“Sweet,” You smile before pulling out your cell phone. “Think you could take some photos of me around the place.”

“Of course. Anything for you, my darling…client.” Edward answers awkwardly, attempting to stand on his feet but you sink your sharp nails into his biceps a little, pulling him back down on the bench. His dick jumps a little in trousers at this.

“Can I get one quick selfie with you?” You plead with the added pout and puppy dog eyes. You look so gosh darn pretty. “I want my instagram followers to see me with my new realtor. They’re coming along with me on my housing journey so I’m documenting anything I can. I’m practically the most mature influencer of my friend circle. They’re all still living together as roommates but I think I’m ready to be an adult. Just between you and I, though, let’s pretend I was the one who’d found you and not my parents.”

“Your secret’s safe with me.” Edward says and just as he finishes his sentence, you snap a quick photo of the two of you. You show him the picture and he frowns for a moment. He wasn’t ready and the photo didn’t capture his good side. What if you stare at that photo long enough and think he’s not as handsome as you’d believe? Or worse you show this photo to your girlfriends and they’d tell you how unattractive he is.

“You don’t like it?” You ask in a soft, whimper.

“It’s…okay. I was just in the middle of speaking so my mouth looks a little wide in that photo which made my head shape look weird and…”

“I could retake it. No biggie. But I’d like to keep this photo anyway. If you’d let me, pretty please.” You beg.

“Why?”

You lean in, whispering, “Because I want…to compare my best photos and I think I look hot as fuck in this one,” Standing on your feet, you yank down your tight pink dress that rode up your thick thighs before strutting to the nearest hallway. Edward. “Come on, take me to that indoor pool you’ve been raving about. I don’t want my parents catching up to us in case my besties want to facetime. I’ll see if I can crop you out of that photo later, if you’d like. Or I can even edit it to make it look better so that way we won’t have to keep retaking it. I, also, hate it whenever a friend keeps a bad photo of me just to use it against me or something.“

Edward fawns over you. You’re so considerate! To be kind enough to edit a photo for your realtor?! You’d probably do such a kind act for him no matter what he looked like. For that reason, his heart further warms up to you. You’re different. You’re not like Ingrid or the other women. You care about his feelings, you saw through him for the better. Just as a soulmate would do.

“Here is your stunning indoor pool room for your comfort, privacy, and all year-round enjoyment. This luxurious space boasts—”

“Can you take a photo of me here by the pool?” You question, already having dipped your feet into the cool water.

“Yes.” He takes a step forward looking for a position that would best capture the light in your eyes. Every angle is perfect. Oh, to have been born with such beauty. There’s no doubt your children together would be gorgeous.

Edward settles near the pool’s edge, standing in front of you as he snaps a quick photo. You stand giddily on your feet, singing him praises of his methods. “Are you some kind of a professional photographer?”

“Nope but I do a little acting on the side.” He laughs but once again his smile becomes a deep frown. Just in the background of the photo is his face upon the water’s surface, the waviness of the ripples causing its reflected image to distort. It’s…ugly.

“You think you can crop that part out, too, dear?” He inquires.

“What part?” You ask, squinting. He points at the small face in the background, it’s so small in comparison to the rest of the image that his thick index finger practically buried it. “Geez, you’re quite the stickler. But I can do that for you.”

“Thank you,” He exhales. “You look amazing in this photo of course. So you don’t have to delete the photo.”

“Mhm.” You say, side-eyeing him a little.

Edward lets out a nervous laugh, hoping to relieve any awkward tension. “Shall we go to the home theater?”

“Actually let’s see a bathroom, preferably ones with nice large mirrors. I need to take a pic of my outfit of the day.” You suggest.

“As you wish.” He laughs, feeling his confidence mask slipping. From the way you grimace at him, you can surely tell he’s crumbling. Could it be that you could sense his old self shining through? That you can see that he’s just a husk of a man still even after all these years. There has to be someone he could convince that he’s made for you. Just one more good picture to show you that he’s as perfect as you.

You’re led to a guest bathroom with gold accents and pearly white floor and wall tiles. There’s two large vanity mirrors—in fact, every surface of this bathroom is reflective. Edward is hesitant to enter, watching you take your photos from just outside the door.

You shoot him an uncomfortable glance, placing your phone on the counter. “Are you just going to stand there like an old creep?”

Old.

He is old, isn’t he? Fading in youth and beauty while you’re currently in the thick of it. And all he can do is ogle you like a pervert in your presence, yearning for you to see him in a better light.

“I’m asking you to come in here, dude,” You laugh, taking his hands to drag him inside. “You owe me a selfie.”

“In here? Wouldn’t that be a little strange?”

“Not for the kinds I wanna take. Here is the best place,” You whisper in his ear, sending a chill down his spine. You’re so, so close. He can hardly breathe. “The lighting’s better in here anyway. Ya know, so we can best capture your features.”

You stared up at him with those curious wide eyes, studying him up close. He couldn’t possibly look appealing from this angle. He still has the faded scars of the surgery just under his chin. You shouldn’t have to see him this way. So imperfect.

“Great idea.”

“Awesome! So, we’re gonna take this quick photo op and then we’ll go back to consult with my parents on how I feel about all this place, yeah? Do you have any pointers for how you want to take this photo?”

“No flash photography,” He says with a half-heartedly cocky wink. “The exposure might over wash my face with light, making it look all blotchy and sharp. And keep it at a distance just about my waist so it’s not too close but not too far either.”

He’s just so funny and kind of pathetic to you that you can’t help but find it endearing. “Wow, you know your angles, that’s for sure. Must’ve had a lot of practice. Are you sure weren’t a photographer in another life?”

“Just gotta keep up appearances,” He laughs. “It’s what pays the bills.”

“So is it always so prim and proper with you? Can’t it be a little…raw? Sometimes things should be candid; in the moment. Perfect can be a little boring sometimes. “You turn for a moment to lock the door behind you then your hands are on his belt and your knees are on the floor. “I can show you the best way to take photos. Try this method once and you’ll always feel beautiful no matter what.”

Edward isn’t sure what to do, mouth dry. All he can do is let out a strangled gasp and whine. You’ve barely touched him yet and he’s already a mess.

Torturously slow, you forcefully untuck his shirt from his pants and begin to unbuckle his belt, rubbing your face up and down along the trouser’s fabric as you do so. Your eyes never leave his, wanting him to see your desire in them. Yanking down his underwear along with his pants, his semi-hardened cock is free of its confines. You pinch it between two acrylic fingers, holding it the way you would a little worm.

“Aww, how adorable.” You giggle, releasing his cock so it fell over his balls. You lap your tongue over the length of it before pulling away with a stick line of saliva connecting you two. He whimpers quietly, trying to hold back his facial expressions. Even in the throes of passion, he stresses his appearance.

You cup his large balls in your hand, bringing them to your lips to place a red lipstick stained kiss on each scrotum. “Now these are huge. So good for breeding your woman. I bet you’ve got so much cum in them just begging to impregnate.”

“Fuck…please.” Edward whines, white knuckling the marble sink behind him.

You take the uncircumcised tip into your mouth sucking on it lightly and his eyes roll back, lips parting in complete bliss. It’s been so long since he’s felt the warmth of an eager mouth around his cock.

“It turns me on seeing the way your face changes,” You sigh before lowering your mouth down his length once more. He swells at your praise, growing larger in size down your throat. You gag, pulling away as spit dribbles down your chin. “Ooo, a grower. You’re full of surprises, Mr. Guy.”

You suckle on his leaking tip, kneading his balls to milk him for all his worth. Edward’s facial expressions are beyond reserved by this point, allowing himself to enjoy your worship of him.

“I love you.” He rasps, mainly to himself but you hear his breathy words nonetheless.

You moan against him, cranking up your motions on his shaft. It shouldn’t turn you on this much that this stranger just told you he loved you. It was so pathetic and sickeningly desperate and that’s what made it all the more hot.

You dig your nails into the back of his thighs, taking his cock deeper until your nose brushes against his fuzzy pubic hair.

Edward suddenly gets the twisted plan to assure you as his for good. The thought of finishing inside you plagues his mind enough that he forces your mouth off him, yanking you to your feet, to bend you over the sink. He’s going to put a baby in you. You’ll be his forever then.

“I need to be inside you. I have to.” He whimpers, yanking your panties down your legs.

“I wanna look at you. Can I please?”

He answers you with a passionate kiss, turning you over so that he can wrap his arms around your rubenesque form to seat you on the cold marble.

Your kisses are sloppy and messy, neither of you able to remain controlled enough not to knock teeth or bite lips. Edward spreads your legs for him, sliding you down the counter just enough to close the gap between your bodies.

You remove his glasses that fogged within your heated entanglement. With one hand held his jaw in place, keeping him from hiding his face. The other went down between your bodies, guiding him inside you. You both let out groans at the euphoric feeling.

He starts out at a heavy pace, slamming himself hard and deep inside you. You barely have time to adjust, forced to take him the punishing pounding. Though, your eyes threaten to flutter close from the bliss, you keep your eyes locked on him watching his every facial expression.

“Look at yourself, baby,” You mewl. “You look so fucking good when you don’t care how you look. God, those pretty faces you’re making are gonna make me come so hard.”

He glances at himself in the mirror. His unkempt appearance startled him for a moment but then your nails rake down his back, stab into his buttocks forcing him deeper inside you and he’s soon abandoning any care. You begin to suck along his jawline, meeting him thrust for thrust.

His hands excitedly explore whatever they can touch: cupping your ass, squeezing your breasts, clawing his nails along your thick thighs, or holding you tight against him.

The sounds of your tryst are sheer filth as his grunts clash in time with your moans. Neither of you do anything to minimize your volumes, disregarding that your parents could be just outside the door hearing this.

You control him by his hair forcing him to look at you while his face contorted in pleasure. His lips are now swollen from the rough kisses, his hair and clothes are disheveled, and he’s far gone from bliss. He’s absolutely perfect for you like this.

“It’s… so wet,” He whispers hotly in your ear, considering it your only warning you’ll get before he shoots up his hot liquid inside you. He expects some resistance; for you to push him away. Instead, you draw him close, touching the tip of your panting tongue to his as you wrap your legs around him. You refuse to let go. “I’m close. Fuck, I’m so close.”

“Cum in me. Please, baby, please. I’m not on birth control. Need you to breed me. Wanna be owned by you.” You cry, clamping your teeth on his bottom lip in time with your clenching walls.

Once again, you both let out guttural groans in unison as you reach your explosive peaks. You sob, real hot tears streaming down your face as you finally received what you’ve been craving.

His euphoric expression singes into the back of his mind forever a memory. He’d never let loose this wildly with any woman. The two of you tremble against one another from the intense aftershock of your combined orgasms. Edward plunges himself into your wet heat repeatedly, filling the air with sticky clicking noises made by your combined fluids. Satisfied you’ve received every drop, he finally stills.

“I’ll think about closing on this house. On the condition that we christen every room in this place. My hope is that I can pull the most unholy faces out of you once I ride you like a horse,” You trace your finger along the salt and pepper stubbles on his chin. “Promise me you won’t hold back your faces next time, pretty boy. I meant it when I said you owe me another photo.”

[notafunkiller]

Sebastian Stan’s filmography: 2019-2023

[caplanbuckybarnes]

I See You Now (The Mad Hatter)

Summary: you finally catch sight of the monster living in the forest.

Warnings: none? slight flangst?

WC: 536?

A/N: i'm not confident that i like this, but whatever.

Read on ao3!

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The moon hung low, casting its pale light over the Enchanted Forest. Shadows stretched long across the clearing as you stepped cautiously through the underbrush, the weight of the silence pressing down on you. Rumors had brought you here—whispers of a mysterious figure who appeared only under the cover of darkness, his voice as soft and dangerous as the wind through the trees.

"Looking for someone?" a voice called from the shadows.

You froze, heart thundering in your chest. The voice was smooth, melodic, and cold as winter’s breath.

“Who’s there?” you demanded, clutching the hilt of your dagger.

A figure emerged, dressed in a black coat that swept the forest floor, his pale face framed by dark curls. His eyes, sharp and gleaming like shards of obsidian, locked onto yours. Jefferson. The Mad Hatter, some called him. But this Jefferson was unlike the man from the stories. His aura was different—darker, ancient.

"Not afraid, are you?" His lips curled into a smirk, revealing a glint of sharp, white teeth.

Your instincts screamed to run, but something in his gaze held you captive, as though he could see through every layer of your defenses. "That depends," you replied evenly. "What exactly are you?"

He stepped closer, his movements fluid and predatory. "Something you’ve never encountered before, though you’ve certainly dreamed of it."

"I don’t make a habit of dreaming about men who hide in shadows," you shot back, earning a low chuckle.

"I’ve been hiding for centuries," he said, his voice dipping into something more vulnerable. "Waiting. Searching."

“For what?”

His eyes softened, their dark intensity giving way to something almost tender. "For someone like you."

You frowned. "You don’t even know me."

He tilted his head. "No, but I’ve felt you. Across lifetimes, through the ache of eternity. Do you have any idea what it’s like to die a thousand years waiting for a moment like this?"

Your breath hitched. His words carried an inexplicable weight, as if they echoed from a place deeper than time itself.

"You’re lying," you whispered, though your conviction wavered.

"Am I?" He stepped closer, now just inches away. His hand rose, not to harm, but to brush a strand of hair from your face. The gesture was gentle, almost reverent.

Your dagger fell from your hand, landing in the dirt with a dull thud. "What do you want from me?"

"I want what I’ve always wanted," he murmured, his lips so close you could feel the chill of his breath. "To not be alone anymore. To have someone see me—not as a monster, but as a man."

His eyes searched yours, and for a fleeting moment, you glimpsed the centuries of pain and longing etched into his soul. Against all reason, you reached out, your hand trembling as it touched his face.

"Then show me," you said, your voice steady despite the storm raging inside you. "Show me who you really are."

A flash of surprise crossed his features, quickly replaced by a flicker of hope. And as the moonlight bathed the two of you in its silver glow, Jefferson leaned in, his forehead resting against yours.

For the first time in centuries, he felt alive.

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please, please reblog this!

[cevans-is-classic]

18+ only please. Sexual content, unprotected sex, alcohol, safe words, breath play. sub space. Spicy consent.

My Master post is here

And Seb is hanging out here

The door opened, swooshing, dragging over the carpet. And then Sebastian is there. His shirt collar lopsided, jacket hitting the floor. 

He’s holding his award. 

Strong fingers curled around it. His nails are white, wrist curved to hold it away from him. 

His smile is delicious, addicting. There’s alcohol on his breath when he moves closer. 

“I won.” 

Blown wide pupils swallow the blue of his eyes. It makes his grin sloppy, has you dragging your hands through his hair and tugging. 

“I’m proud of you.” 

“Yeah?” 

“You're an amazing actor.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Fishing, much?” 

He grins, sharp, all teeth. His hand falls to your hip, twitching, fingers digging in and squeezing. You pull at his shirt, tug the collar further from his skin and lean forward to kiss his neck. 

“Are we celebrating this one?” 

Sebastian hums, slow, rumbling in his chest. “Yes.”

“How.” You’re already tugging at his pants, pulling the belt through the loops, feeling his stomach twitch when you tug his shirt up. 

“I’d like to lick you open.” The award is still in his hand, shaking, wrist tight. 

You hum, “I watched you on my laptop.” 

His pants have three buttons, each one harder to undo, but you’re willing to fight. When his briefs are visible, dark against his skin, you stare. The vein along his hips is full, prominent and bulging. He shivers when you thumb at it. A blush burns your cheeks as you unbutton his shirt. 

“What else?” 

Seb leans closer, presses his face into your neck and breathes. The hand on your hip moves to your ass, pushing you against him.

Your fingers slide up his stomach nails catching on his chest hair and lean forward to nip at him.

“I’ll make you beg.” He nuzzles your jaw. “Feel you squeezing around my fingers.” He pushes closer, “I won, people stood up and clapped for me.” 

You nodded, chin bumping his temple, “You did. I clapped too.”

“You could have been there.” It’s a matter of fact. Smooth words spoken into your skin and Seb dips a hand down your shorts to squeeze. 

“I could have.” You wouldn’t. 

That’s his time. 

Your time is after when his heart is pounding, his eyes are mapping your body, fingers leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake.

“Let me have this.” Seb pulls back to let you grab the award. He watches you touch your lips to it, looking up at him, resting your chin to keep your gaze steady. 

“Take your shirt off.” He tells you. 

You grin, stepping back, sitting the award on the nightstand and slipping your shirt over your head. 

“Safe word.” His voice is heavy as he moves behind you. His hands on your hips warm, rough, sliding over your waist, up your torso to fondle your chest.  

You gasp, pushing back against him, “Cheese.” 

He snorts but murmurs softly, “On your hands and knees.”

Your shorts drop to your ankles. Seb has his fingers against you before your underwear can follow. It makes it hard to hold yourself up, crawl further onto the bed. 

He helps you, hand steady on the small of your back. When you’re set, waiting, Seb slides two fingers into you, curling them inside. He twists until you jerk, chuckling when you drop your head with a groan.

He curls his fingers, tugs, spreads them open to rub you, pulling out then pushing back in. 

Your skin is on fire, arms straining to keep you up. Rocking back into his hand makes you breathless, dragging him into you then whimpering when he pulls out. 

The thud of his pants hitting the floor makes you moan.

“I have three new awards. I’m not sure where I’m going to keep them.” He shoves at you until you drop to your elbows and he can pull your hips up, guiding you to curve your back.

“Get a trophy case.” 

The bed dips, his fingers pressing deeper and you moan, low, trying to push back harder. 

You feel empty, stomach hollow. 

“Yeah,” The response he breathes against your thigh startles you. You feel his grin before the sharp bite, sucking skin in until it hurts. 

You groan, dropping from your shoulders to cross your arms under your head. 

Seb hums, nipping your other thigh, dragging his teeth across your skin to  your ass. 

“Maybe,” He spreads you apart, nosing at you, huffing, his fingers stop, “I like the awards. I’m honored to have won them.” 

He strokes his thumb over your clit. Electric sparks tingle up your spine, down your arms, curling the bed spread beneath you. 

“There's a but there, I can hear it.” Woah, you feel breathless. 

Seb bites you again before pulling you further up and burying his tongue in you. 

“Gah - fuck.” Your hips jerk forward, pulling away, but he growls and yanks you back. 

He’s not gentle about it, not slow or drawn out. 

He’s ravenous, tonguing you open, a groan vibrates as he sucks, drinking you in. Your knees shake, hips rolling back against his face.

His tongue flattens, letting you rock onto before drawing back and back until He swipes over your hole.

It makes lightning crackle in your veins. 

You decided long ago that Seb was the best you ever had. Clocked him as a needy little thing who would drown himself between your legs. 

Your body shattered when he shoved you face down for the first time and slid home in one smooth drive. Your ears had rung, mind going blank as he fucked in and out. 

Harder. 

Harder.

“More-” You beg. His fingers slid back into you, hooked in place and rocking you towards him. 

“More, Seb, more.”

He moans, cracking into a whimper when you rock back on a sob. 

You need him closer. 

Closer.

He thumbs your clit, pressing down, licking faster until ‘yeses and curses’ are falling from your lips. Turning into breathing begs with every twist of his fingers.

A strong snap drags you over the edge and you shout, body locking up. His tongue licks you through the orgasm and you try to pull away, but he keeps you in place. 

“You know, which is my favorite.” He pulls his fingers free, shushing you when you whine. He nudges you forward, knee walking closer to you until his cock slides between your cheeks. 

You look over your shoulder and watch him lick his lips, his jaw wet. There’s a primal feeling scorching your body, knowing that’s from you. 

“Well?” He nudges his cock against you, parting you, the head pushing in but stilling. 

“Bast-” you push back, shaking your hips some, arch deeper. 

Seb makes a noise, a smothered groan. His blunt nails dig into your hips when he grabs you. 

“The-” He pushes inside you then stops again, “The - ah shit- the golden globe.” 

He snaps his hips, knocking you forward. “No.” 

Another hard thrust. In, out, in again until your body is rocking with his.He’s shallow, pulling out enough to stretch you then slamming back in. 

“One more guess.” 

“Bast- please-” 

Seb pulls out. Your body aches, a sob escaping. He lifts you back to chest, teeth at your neck. You stay like that, breathing, his skin hot and slick. 

Seb helps you turn around, spreads your legs and slides between them, bending your knee yo your chest. 

Your mouth opens, a silent moan breathing as when he pushes into you.

His lips are hot next to your ear, hips rolling, slow, holding your knee up. “You are.” 

You laugh, loud, throat shaking with it, and Seb grins something wicked. 

 Finally, he speeds up, faster, sliding both of you forward until your head rests on the edge.

Seb snaps his hips, bites your chest and draws a nipple into his mouth. He holds you open, in, out and in again. A squelching noise makes you cringe, but Seb lifts your bottom, holds, lifts you to press deeper. His hand moves from your knee to your neck. 

“Tap twice if you need me to let go.” 

You nod. 

Seb squeezes once, then relaxes his hold.

Your vision grays. The wall moves closer, then further away. He keeps going, faster, harder, deeper. 

His fingers push the side of your neck, his thumb stroking the other side. Carefully, he pushes at your throat, your legs wrap around him. He moves, rolling you with him. His cock is a fiery brand inside you. 

Seb presses down more, palm pushing your throat, fingers and thumb squeezing. 

There’s a pulse in your temple, fluttering. It drowns out the huffs he lets out, bleeds light across your skin. You feel the air stopping, your mind sinks deeper.

Distantly, you hear him praising you, melting kisses over your lips, cheeks, mouth.

He pushes. Your air comes in weedy gasps, leaving your lungs, dragging to get back in. It makes your body tighten. Anticipation floods your veins. 

This one breaks over your body in waves, deep, pulsing around his cock. 

Sebastian hisses, “Fuck. Fuck.”

His palm comes off, a rush of oxygen makes you choke, but he keeps his hands there. Fingers keep pressure on the side of your neck. 

“Come on.” He thrusts, jerking you, Your head dangles off the bed.

Your body shakes, legs straining to stay wrapped around you and That wonderful, deep draw sinks you deeper into the bed, draws your stomach tighter. The slow stretch of pleasure draws your knees together, bracketing him, and Sebastian grunts. 

His other hand falls to your clit, presses it, pinching, rubbing fast.

Your lungs are burning, face straining, and you know it’s red and Seb is watching tears prickle your eyes. 

He squeezes hard. Rubs faster and snaps his hips forward. 

Your vision goes white, burning hot lava coursing through you as you come. Come, keep coming, hips rolling with him, squeezing him. 

Seb curses, movements stuttering, and you drag your eyes to watch him. To look at his mouth drop open, tongue pressing into the corner of his lips. 

He freezes, locks up, “Jesus fuck-” He comes, hot, wet, pumping into you. He keeps thrusting, slower, lazy, pushing his come deeper. 

Your body is all aftershocks and sweaty skin. Seb falls forward when his body stops twitching. His mouth lands hot and open on your cheek and you groan. 

“Congratulations.” Your voice slurs. 

Sebastian smacks another kiss to your cheek before pulling out and rolling to your side. His fingers drag across your stomach, pulling you with him until your face to face. 

He’s breathtaking. 

“What a way to celebrate.” His eyes droop open and close. He takes a deep breath in before sitting up. You blink, eyes heavy, a drowsy haze blanketing him. 

A warm cloth touches you, his knuckles spreading your legs to clean you up. 

It’s nice. 

Your hip twinges. 

“I actually had another way to celebrate.” 

He makes a noise in response disappears into the bathroom then returns to crawl back into the bed. Your grumbles are he handles you under the covers and draped across his chest. 

“Yeah?” His lips press into your hair. 

“I forgot it, though.” 

He chuckles. “This is what I wanted. You.” 

You curl your arms around his waist and squeeze, rolling closer and closing your eyes. 

“You’re my favorite actor.” 

He yawns. “Tell me that again after the next one.”

You fall asleep.

In my mind, he wins all of them.

[buckyboltz]

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• Any SebStan character x Reader

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• Mafia AU?! (pretty much anything will do)

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[sarahrogersevans]

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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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.

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“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.”

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New look at Sebastian Stan as Bucky Barnes in Marvel's THUNDERBOLTS.😍

[corawithfanfiction]

✯ Flawless - Sebastian Stan

light em up, I'm on fire

my materialist - it is a man's man's world

Warnings and Information:

First of all, hello to all of you,

there are a couple of things I want to mention before we start the story.

Nora is a character I created myself. I based her character profile on Taylor Hill and Daisy Edgar Jones, but it is up to you to imagine her as you wish throughout the story :)

Nora first appeared on the Victoria's Secret Show in 2013. Taylor Hill made her debut on this runway in 2014. So, I will make some changes about the 2013 runway. I tried to go as close to real life as possible, but as I said, I want to focus on a specific period of time, so I won't bore you with too many details.

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12 November 2013

norawalter: Guys, my first Victoria Secret show is tomorrow! I'm nervous and excited, so how can we fix this? We're having a party! Also, would you look at this dessert I found @imsebastianstan 💙

1,212,341 likes - 45,234 comments

anthonymackie: You have a big ass forehead. Even your little move doesn't help you 🤯

Stansoldier : OMG LOL!!!

imsebastianstan: @anthonymackie Shut up. Also, you're gonna be amazing this weekend babe. love you.

modelingmag : SEEING THE TWO OF YOU TOGETHER!!!!

marveleus: oh guys this show is going to be BEAUTIFUL

chrisevans: did I hear someone say that Sebastian has a big forehead? i can confirm…

chacecrawford: agree

blakelively: I agree too

doritoevans: Seb being attacked by GG and Marvel is hilarious

imsebastianstan: I hate you all 😒

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I took another sip of the liquid in the black cup, my nerves loosening with each sip. “Look at that, ma'am, you're not even legal yet” Sebastian chuckled as he wrapped his arm around my waist. I rested my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes, chuckling shyly.

“Shut up. Are you going to hand me over to the authorities?” I kept giggling and Sebastian was laughing with me. He could tell I was uncomfortable.

“I'm scared out of my mind.” I agreed with a suddenly defeated expression. When I met Seb's blue-gray eyes, his gaze melted and he gently ran his fingers through my hair.

“Hello, beautiful girl.” He said and took me by the hand and led me out onto the balcony overlooking the city. My breath caught in my throat at the view, the glass of liquid courage slipped through my fingers.

“Hey…” I backed away slowly, but my attempt resulted in me being pulled into Sebastian's chest. His hands grasped my hands and wrapped them around his neck, moving his own hands to settle on my waist.

“Just rock with me,” he murmured, resting his forehead against mine. The music from inside rippled gently through the air, reaching us both. Sebastian always knew how to calm my nerves. He was the absolute best at it.

“I'm proud of you, you're going to do great things out there tomorrow.” He whispered in my ear, kissed my forehead sweetly. I smiled half-heartedly. Tomorrow I would walk in my first Victoria Secret fashion show, a moment I had dreamed of all my life, ever since I saw all the Angels in the magazines. My youthful dreams had prepared me for today.

I was jolted out of my thoughts by the feeling of Sebastian's fingers on my thighs causing me to turn and look at him.

“Thank you,” I whispered, hugging him tightly.

“I will always be here for you, darling.” He promised me, throwing his head back as his lips captured mine. I completely dissolved in his hands, my body becoming an absolute dead weight. Something about Sebastian's lips made me lose every thought and focus only on the here and now. The way his mouth molded to my lips.

I prayed that no one else would have this privilege.

I wanted him forever. But apparently I was a sinful person, because I didn't know that years later my prayers would not be answered.

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“Where the hell is he?” Anthony Mackie said, tapping Sebastian on the shoulder, forcing him back to reality. The three of them sat together at a high table, drinks in hand.

Chris's blue orbs looked into his friend's eyes as he sipped his drink, shaking his head. “Are you faking dating the woman you cried with?” he asked, Sebastian's eyes shooting daggers in his direction.

“She didn't cry.” Said Anthony sarcastically, defensively.

“RDJ said he witnessed it with his own eyes.” Chris pulled out his phone, pretending to dial Robert's number. “Should I put him on the phone to confirm?”

Sebastian rolled his eyes and sipped his drink. He slid it across the table and decided it was best to keep it at one. He really didn't want to show up drunk at this show. Nora hated him enough as it was.

“I know, it's stupid, I shouldn't have agreed, but the payoff sounded good. If I could deal with him for three years, why not six months?”

He shrugged as if that was the perfect reason behind it. Chris and Anthony exchanged a warning look before looking at Sebastian, who had the ever-present scowl on his face.

“Why would you fake flirt with the woman you claim cheated on you?” Chris asked him.

“Sebastian, you two were poisoned. I don't know when or how, but I still remember the day she yelled at you when you walked out of the red carpet at the Civil War premiere.”

Anthony interjected. “And I remember walking in on you making a phone call to the modeling agency telling them to let her go.”

Sebastian grimaced. He hated that he had done this to Nora, but Nora was mad at him because of that redhead in Romania. Contrary to Nora's insane belief, he had never cheated.

“Don't remind me of that,” Sebastian growled.

“You still don't love this woman, do you? What happened to Alejandra?” Anthony asked.

Sebastian laughed. “I never did. And we're still talking. Our two PR people said we could date other people, it was just supposed to be done behind closed doors.”

Chris clapped his hands with a laugh, getting serious again. “And do you really think you can go behind the back of the press and date another woman? They'll catch you and then they'll really realize it was a publicity stunt.”

Sebastian avoided speaking, looking at the time on his phone. “Alright guys, I think it's time we go watch a fashion show. Maybe we can have a round later.” Anthony and Chris grinned as they sipped the rest of their drinks. They both paid and left, heading to the Manhattan Center, where tonight's fashion show would be held.

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13 November 2013

I watched Fall Out Boy enter the stage and perform my songs know what you did in the dark. Taylor Swift was also there to perform that night and my nerves were on edge, the anxiety building by the second. I knew Sebastian was front and center at the end of the line and I knew that the moment my eyes met his, my worries would evaporate.

The first leg of the show was themed around the British Invasion. I'd always been fascinated by the city, and thankfully I was able to visit during the summer right after my first show to do some modeling for a magazine that was coming out soon. Marissa and I traveled often with any free time we had. We were good tourists together.

As soon as the chorus sounded, I got ready to go out, and Candice, wearing this year's fantasy bra, was the first to come out. Even though she didn't have wings in this costume, she looked gorgeous. After all, who needs a pair of wings when her team is gone? Behati stepped on stage right after her, followed by another model and soon it was my turn. Cara Delevingne was right in front of her, she had the cutest number. She posed and then Patrick made the expected announcement and Taylor Swift came on stage. The cheers of the crowd filled my ears as she and Cara did the moves they had practiced for days. I walked behind Cara, careful not to let the loud noise distract me. The stage sparkled and I offered my best flirtatious smile and did my best walk.

When I reached the end of the track, I caught a glimpse of her. She clapped the hardest, her gaze cheered me up and I easily caught the cheer of “That's my girl” that instantly dispelled my previous stresses.

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“You look stunning!” Marissa exclaimed, holding my hands. I was getting ready for the show and now I was taken back to that special night in New York just eight years ago. A time when I was undeniably happy. I heard both of our names being called, that's how it usually went. Marissa would go out first, and I would go out for the closing from far behind.

“Did you forget to tell me my ass looks great?” Marissa yelled at me.

I laughed, winked.

“As long as you remember to look back at mine.”

Marissa put herself forward, giving me a high five.

As I was breathing in and out, preparing myself, I saw a reporter with a camera backstage.

“Rumor has it that Nora Walter and Sebastian Stan are back together! Sebastian's as well as Nora's fans absolutely went wild when they were spotted arriving together at the Manhattan Center earlier this evening. Hopefully, when the shows are over, we can get confirmation from both stars.”

I rolled my eyes and grimaced at this remark, I hated this so much.

When it was my turn, I stepped outside and the cheers spread throughout the venue. I put on my best smile, strutting with absolute precision. After mastering the modeling world, walking had become second nature. I could easily do it in my sleep.

I kept a serious expression on my face as I made my way to the edge, but towards the end I added a coy grin as my eyes fell on the three men sitting to my left.

Anthony Mackie, Chris Evans and him.

Chris and Anthony clapped their hands with smiles on their faces, Sebastian put on his best fake smile, keeping my eyes focused on me.

Eight years ago, he would sit on the edge of the catwalks and worship me.

Now, he was sitting there, pretending he didn't recognize me at all.

To say that I felt a pain in my chest was an understatement, but who cares? The money, fame and fortune that would come out of it had to be worth something, right? The night went on and when the show was over I started to feel sick. Every time I circled around, Sebastian would be sitting right there with the same expression.

We had been through so much, you two, and this is how he was acting?

When I went backstage, I felt tears prickling my eyes in my dressing room. I sat in the long black chair, my eyes staring at my reflection in the mirror.

I heard the door open and I immediately looked at the door with my usual expression. His hair, which had been messed up by his hands several times, and those crystal blue eyes met mine, forming his lips into a tight line.

“Ha, you didn't fall on your face.” Sebastian laughed and closed the door.

“If you're here to be rude, then fuck off,” I growled.

Sebastian shook his head.

“Why do you always have to be so hostile? What did I do that was so bad?”

My eyes widened, my posture straightened.

“We've been through this a thousand times, Sebastian!” “You cheated, I made a scene, you got me fired from the modeling agency, I classified you as a prostitute, you pushed, I pushed back!” I stepped closer.

Sebastian watched me closely, realizing how close I was getting to him.

“And let's not forget that you almost ruined every fucking relationship I had after you!” “Douglas Booth, Sam Reid, Daniel Sharman but let's not name the others because then you'll call me a slut.”

Sebastian didn't change his expression. He glued his hard eyes on me, making me feel like he was squeezing my soul.

“Chris was right.” He sighed. “We were toxic.” I scoffed.

“All because of you.” Seb pointed at me. “I wasn't cheating on you when I didn't answer your calls, I wasn't cheating on you when I didn't come home some weekends because of filming, I wasn't cheating on you when I was in Romania with my family!” He yelled, throwing back all the times I blamed him.

Laughing at this, he wiped his eyes.

“Ah, but that sweet little redhead on the boat in Romania was part of it too, wasn't she?” I threw my head back.

“I never cheated on you.” He said, opening the door. “I could never have imagined that. To think I bought your fucking engagement ring too.” She giggled and widened her eyes.

“What? An engagement ring?”

Sebastian shook his head.

“Who cares now, Nora?”

He closed the door hard and scared me.

That's when the tears filled my eyes even more and I walked over to the chair, climbing into it. My head fell into my hands as sobs shook my shoulders and made me want to scream.

How could he?

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14 Novemeber 2013

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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.

[caplanbuckybarnes]

I Guess I'm in Love (Jefferson || The Mad Hatter Drabble)

Summary: jefferson and you sit back and talk about feelings

WC: 671

Warnings: None?

Requested: inspired by "I Guess I'm In Love" by Clinton Kane @girl-next-door-writes (sorry this took absolutely forever. I'd never heard the song before lol)

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The air was crisp, the kind of chill that made you pull your coat a little tighter around yourself. Jefferson sat across from you in the dimly lit room, his hands resting on his top hat. His gaze, ever so intense, flickered to the window where the world outside seemed miles away. But inside, the two of you and the unspoken tension always seemed to hang between you like a delicate thread.

You hadn’t meant for it to happen. Falling for him was the last thing on your mind when you first met. He was mysterious, closed off, and more than a little broken. But beneath the layers of pain and madness, you saw the man he tried to hide, the one who still cared deeply, especially for Grace, his daughter.

And now? Now you were sitting here, wondering if you’d fallen too far to pull yourself back.

Jefferson sighed, the sound soft but heavy with things he didn’t say. His eyes met yours, a flicker of something vulnerable dancing behind them. You weren’t sure what to say either. Did he feel it too? This pull, this undeniable connection that had taken root between the two of you?

I think I'm in love with you you thought to yourself, though you weren’t quite ready to speak the words aloud. I'm so madly in love over you.

He hadn’t exactly made things easy. Jefferson locked his emotions tight, building walls you could barely see over. But the moments when his guard slipped when he allowed himself to just be with you, those moments were everything. They were enough to make you hold on, enough to make you believe that maybe, just maybe, he felt the same way.

As he glanced out the window again, you couldn’t help but watch him — the way his jaw tightened, how his fingers traced the brim of his hat absentmindedly, the way his entire body seemed to carry the weight of so much. But despite all of that, there were times when he looked at you, and the world felt lighter.

“Why are you staring at me?” he asked, his voice low and teasing, though there was a hint of curiosity beneath it.

You blinked, snapping out of your thoughts. “Just thinking.”

“About what?” His tone was casual, but his eyes, piercing as always, searched your face for something deeper.

You shrugged, biting your lip. “About how complicated everything is.”

He nodded slowly, leaning back in his chair as if weighing your words. “It always is.”

You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, louder than you would have liked. You were certain if he had been sitting any closer, he would have heard it, too. There was something you wanted to say, but the words seemed to lodge in your throat, stuck between hope and fear. Instead, you gave him a small smile, unsure how much you should reveal. And as Jefferson looked back at you, something in his expression softened.

“Y/N,” he started, the sound of your name on his lips making your heart skip a beat. “I’m not… good at this. But you… you make me want to be better.”

You blinked, taken aback by his sudden admission. It wasn’t exactly a declaration of love, but it was more than you had ever expected. And in Jefferson’s world, words like that carried a weight, a promise meaning.

Your chest tightened as you smiled at him, warmth spreading through you like a slow flame. “I don’t need you to be perfect, Jefferson. I just need you to be here.”

He studied you for a long moment before nodding, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “I’m here.”

And in that moment, it was enough. Maybe love wasn’t about grand gestures or perfect moments. Maybe it was about being there for each other, even when things were messy and complicated.

And as Jefferson leaned forward, closing the distance between you, you realized that maybe you were both falling — slowly but together.

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Please remember to reblog this, i haven't been feeling confident in my writing lately and the lack of reblogs on my other more recent works has been downing me.

[cevans-is-classic]

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.”

[sangsterizada]

Did anyone write something off this yet, please? I'll take anything lol

“... it's the winter soldier. that guy is so cool.”