#turns out that line is for Seb stan

[ramp-it-up]

All I Know It Feels So Damn Good

Summary: James Bucky Barnes was an avowed bachelor and one night stand artist. You came along and knocked him on his face. Bucky gives you anything you want. Anything.

Word count: 2.5 K

Pairing: Art Dealer (mob boss) Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: This fic is connected to the Knock You Down AU, and comes After ...As Hard As I Did but BEFORE Dessert or Disaster, but it can be read as a stand alone. It is in answer to this ask. Seb Stan's latest pics and this press run is making me feral. I can write these two ALL DAY!!!! Y'all are gonna have to deal with this for a while, sorry not sorry.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Read at your own risk. This is porn with some plot. GNO tipsy texting returns, Dom/sub elements, phone sex, talk of raw p in v, description of sex with condom, Bucky being fluffy while filthy, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, degradation kink, talk of face slapping, talk of finger f*cking, talk of oral sex, praise kink, breeding kink, begging, use of Daddy, use of google translate Romanian. Actual raw p in v, lactation kink if you squint, nipple worship if you squint, belly bulge, non-existent refractory period. Not Beta'd. All errors my own.

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It was your first Girl’s Night Out as Bucky’s girl. You’d texted him tipsy messages all night, teasing him with your selfies and requests of the same from him.

Your flirty banter was all fun and games until your received a terse, ‘Call me when you get home’ voice memo. 

You don’t know why six little words got you all worked up, but there was a delicious feeling of anticipation in your stomach until you settled into bed after you showered and dialed Bucky. 

For the short time you’d been intimate, you’d sensed that he was holding back something darker, more forceful and to think of it didn’t scare you.

It only served to get you so incredibly hot. Something inside you wanted to push his buttons.

Maybe it was that, and not the champagne, that impelled you to text him what you had earlier.

Bucky was on his couch, staring at the Manhattan skyline and waiting for your call. He answered on the first ring.

“Hello, Frumoasă. Did you have fun tonight?”

His question seemed innocuous enough. Bucky listened as you recounted the drama and escapades of the night with your girls. 

You asked him how his evening with Steve and Sam was and he replied shortly, “Fine. Until I got distracted.”

Then he got to the point.

“Now. Let’s talk about the text you sent me earlier. Run that back for me? What is it that you want to do while I do what to you now?”

The way he slid into confronting you was savage. You weren’t expecting it and now you didn’t want to say it out loud.

Had you crossed the line, you wondered?

Your silence made Bucky smile. He knew he had you flustered, having learned your tells already. You were about to be in the mood he wanted you in; he just needed to push a little further.

“Cat got that talented tongue, baby? Tell me what you said. Or are you only a whore over texts?”

The coldness in Bucky’s tone made you whimper. And wet.

“James…”

Bucky’s cock swelled. He was ten seconds from jumping into his car and showing up at your door. Instead of that, Bucky decided to be patient.

But clear.

“Tell me.”

“I said…I said that I wanted to suck your fingers while you fuck me raw.”

Bucky grunted to cover his moan. You being his shy little slut was so hot.

“Hmmmm. What made my sweet girl think such whore thoughts? Was it the picture that you requested and I sent?”

You shuddered as you ran your fingertips along your belly, playing with the waistband of your underwear. Your nipples were stiff peaks, poking through your thin sleep shirt, which was one of his white tees. 

The fine cotton fabric felt so good against your skin and his scent lingered on the surface. These sensations, along with the knowledge that the shirt, and you, belonged to Bucky sent your fingers further.

“Thank you for the picture, Daddy.”

Bucky clenched his jaw at the moniker. He couldn’t deny you a thing. Even when he was out to dinner with his boys, he would send you a bathroom selfie if you asked. He hadn’t expected the response, however.

You’d only been together for a couple of weeks, and he’d religiously used protection, even after you’d both gotten tested the week after you got together. Despite your clean bills of health, Bucky never pushed to not use protection. He didn’t try to change your mind, he was just happy to be in the room.

In fact, Bucky loved using condoms with you. 

The way you rolled it on him always made him about to bust. The sight of your small fingers on him when you both were past the point of desperation drove him insane with romantic thoughts.

Your tiny hands rolling the rubber on him made him feel like you were his queen and he your knight. And he would vanquish any foe for you. His holy grail was your precious pussy, and if you wanted to use condoms, he was your humble servant. 

But of course, he dreamed of fucking you raw. How could he not with the way your juicy pussy sucked his digits in when he fucked you with his fingers, and the warm wet feel of you when his tongue penetrated your core?

You’d discussed birth control and you had additional methods, but when he snuck a peek of the ring in his closet, he allowed himself to fantasize about making you pregnant.The images got him so hard and yet he restrained himself.

But now that you opened the door, he could let his fantasies run wild. And dare to hope.

“Tell me more, Frumoasă.”

“Well… your fingers in the picture got me hot. You look so fucking Daddy, your eyes, your hair, which I love a little longer by the way, the grey in your beard. Those lips. But those fingers holding that ratty ass phone…”

You giggled until Bucky spoke again.

“As long as I can talk to you and get those kinds of messages, I don’t need a new one. But do go on…”

You melted at his sentiment. How did you get a man that was so open with his feelings?

“Those fingers, mmmm, they are magic. Make me wanna be a slut for for them, for you, James.”

You heard Bucky moving on his end of the line. You guessed at what he was doing.

“What are you doing, Jamie? Are you touching your cock?”

You bit your finger as you listen to him moving.

“Do you know that I daydream about that beautiful dick of yours?”

A groan was all that you received in response.

“Ever have a goal, James? Sucking your cock is mine. It’s so big. Love to get on my knees and swallow you down. Makes me feel accomplished. Ya know?”

“Holy shit, Y/N…”

“I want to feel it without a condom. I- I just think it will feel so good. Don’t you?”

As he thought of what you would feel like as he sank into you, skin to skin, a shiver ran up his spine.

“You know that I give you anything you ask for. Your soft, wet pussy would feel so warm and so good wrapped around me, Y/N. Are you sure you want that?”

You felt an enormous sense of power, and you had a feeling that Bucky was letting you have your way. For now. You took full advantage.

“You know that vein that runs around your shaft  to the tip?”

Bucky was tracing that very vein with his fingers.

“You mean the one that you love to rub those sweet lips on? The one that your wicked tongue traces to my fat head for your sweet little mouth to suck?”

You gasped at Bucky’s lewd language. You were soaking your panties and you moved to take them off. This conversation was the shit.

“Is that what you want to get on your knees for? To try to make me your slave to your slutty mouth?”

“Yes, Daddy just thinking about it makes me wanna cum.”

Bucky’s ears perked up at your breathless voice. He knew that you were touching yourself.

“Oh yeah?”

“Ummmhmmm.”

“Cum for me now, Frumoasă.”

You moaned and rubbed furious circles around your clit. Your arousal was evident in the sloppy sounds emanating from between your legs

“Is that my wet pussy I hear, Baby? How did that happen? Are you that much of a slut?” 

“Th-thinking about you, Daddy. Always a slut for you,” you keened in response.

“What exactly are you thinking about me? Fă ce spun eu frumos.”

You caught Bucky’s tone, and also the hitch in his voice. He was as close as you were.

“Yes, Daddy. ‘M thinking about your fingers inside me. Your cock. How big it is. The way you handle me. The way you talk to me. How you make me feel nasty and angelic all at the same damn time.” 

“Good girl. Now. Make sure that you fuck your fingers into that sweet cunt.”

You moaned as you obeyed. 

 “Oh. Fuck!” 

“There’s my good little whore. I should slap your fucking face for being so dirty. ” 

You gasped, then thrilled.

“Ooooohhhh, Daddy!” 

You were breathless and Bucky’s heart was beating out of his chest. You liked degradation. Really liked it. He took note.

“‘M so wet for you, Jamie.”

“I’m going to fuck you senseless, and you won’t be able to run from my cock when I fuck all of your fucking holes raw. Gonna leave my cum dripping out of everywhere.” 

You gasped, fingers flying over your clit. 

“Daddy…”

“But what if you get pregnant?”

You cried out. 

“Godamn it, Frumoasă. That belly swollen because I fucked my cum into you. Full of my… fuck… full of my baby. Those tits gushing milk every time I fuck you��”

“Oh yes. Make me a Mommy!”

“You’ll be mine, Frumoasă. In every single way imaginable.” 

“Oh oh oooooooooh!”

Your pussy spasmed under your fingers as his words pushed you over the edge.

“Don’t fucking stop rubbing that clit until I say so.”

He was so mean. You squeezed your thighs around your wrist, but did as he said.

“NNnnnghhh, Daddy… please!”

You continued stroking your oversensitive clit until you heard your name through the fog.

“Take your hand away..”

You gladly obeyed, gasping in order to take in oxygen. Your head was spinning and there was a giant smile on your face. 

“Holy shit. That was…”

Bucky’s low chuckle made you giggle. You heard movement over the phone.

“What’re you doing?”

“Made a mess all over my shirt. Taking it off.”

Your pussy pulsed again at what he said.

“You can’t say things like that when I’m still pounding, Daddy…” you whimpered.

“Poor Y/N, can’t handle the things she starts.”

You laughed and then stopped abruptly.

“You better be glad that you’re not here right now. I’d knock you the fuck out.”

“Big talk. Little girl.”

“Try me, Mr. Barnes.”

He couldn’t resist you and he couldn’t stay away. So he gave up trying.

“Brat. Be there in 30 minutes. Be ready to put your money where your mouth is. I’d like to see you live up to your threat, Baby.”

“Oh I’m ready, James. Leave the condoms at home.”

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45 minutes later, Bucky was sinking into your wet heat, eyes rolling back into his head. He was inside in one long stroke, burying himself in your wetness with a fair amount of stretch.  He was huge. But he’d made you so wet.

You quivered around him, sensitive to every twitch of his dick, and he wasn’t even moving yet.

“Who do you belong to, Frumoasă?” 

“You,” you moaned, not even hesitating. 

Bucky flexed his hips, opening you with controlled thrusts. Almost immediately, you were close. His fingers covered your throat, cradling your jaw, and a thumb pushed between your lips. You sucked it eagerly as he lifted one ankle next to your ear.

Blucky’s searing eyes met yours. His black pupils took over the blue as he took in your open mouth and fucked out expression. 

He pulled you up to kiss you on the lips.

“God, you feel like heaven. So unbelievably hot and silky. And soft.”

You clenched around him at his words of praise. You were spiraling at how hard and good and electric every ridge and vein on Bucky’s cock felt inside you. He filled you up so good and now you were addicted.

It wasn’t fair. 

You pouted at him, then put your hand on the bulge he was creating in your belly.

“Feels so fucking good, Daddy. So good. So big.”

His mouth turned up into a half grin as he looked down and put his hand over yours.

“Gonna fucking fill you up.”

He started moving, slowly, gently at first, building to a crescendo the more you moaned and cried. He was hypnotized by your bouncing breasts and your tiny stiff mountain peaks. When his mouth closed over your tight, puckered nipple, you let out a scream. 

Bucky grabbed your ass and smacked it, causing you to clamp down immediately. He gazed at you, eyebrow raised at your reaction. You closed your eyes and threw your head back, but he stopped, grabbed your hair and made you look at him. He paused, balls deep inside you.

You breathed out his name.

“...James…”

Your desperation almost made him come on the spot, and you could feel him pounding inside you. The truth was, he needed a little break so this could last.

The way your pussy was sucking his dick was insane.

“D’you feel how soaked you are?” he crooned, gripping your windpipe again.

“You need this so badly, don’t you? Go on, Frumoasă. It’s not so hard. I know you want to beg me for it. You like being a little whore..” 

You sucked in a breath, remaining silent as you stared at him insolently. His grip tightened. 

“Say it. You love being my cumslut.”

His voice was on the edge of control. It was everything.

“Yes!” you gasped. “Please, Daddy, Pleaseee…”

Bucky started moving again and you realized how sensitive to him you were. You clutched the sheets as he lengthened his strokes.

 “Fuuuuuck,” you gasped. 

Bucky leaned down to kiss you as your sweat combined with your slick and soaked both your bodies. His hips were moving relentlessly, his cock lighting up every nerve ending inside your tight channel. You squeezed him deliciously.

Bucky’s thumb was lighting up your clit and you were running headlong toward that cliff. He growled into your mouth as you tightened around him in a rush of pleasure.

As you neared your peak, your pussy pulsed erratically and you sparked around him like a firework. When you cried out, he spoke again, his hand around your throat with his thumb, (coated with the essence of you) inserted again into your mouth.

 “Look at you, baby,” he said, low and heated.

“You’re gonna cum so hard, and just the way I want you to. Around my naked cock. Gonna give you all this cum.”

He whispered it into your ear.

“Oh God, I’m cuming.” 

“You better hope none of my little soldiers make it past your birth control, little girl.”

You shrieked around his digit, shuddering as one wave after another crashed over your body. Bucky’s cock jerked inside you and he choked on air.

“Oh Goddddd!”

Bucky’s low, deep moan made you shudder around him again as he sped up, unable to contain the feeling that rushed down his spine when you came. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck FUCKKKKKKKK!”

Bucky pounded you out as you came with him. He collapsed on top of you, laughing, as he kissed and licked your sweat filled neck. Then, he rolled off of you and put his arm over his eyes, his chest heaving beside you. 

You curled up next to him and practically purred as you traced his tattooed sleeve.

“Told you I’d knock you out old man. Too bad you have to go to work tomorrow. How are you ever gonna do it when you’re so worn out? I feel like this pussy was worth it tho.”

Bucky moved his arm and opened one eye at you, a scowl on his face. Then he smiled. The brat in you turned him the fuck on. He turned toward you and traced his fingers along your side, caressing your curves like a feather. His voice was the gentlest whisper.

“Wonder how you’re gonna work tomorrow when you can’t walk, Y/N?”

You felt his dick awaken and gasped as you looked down. Bucky slapped your ass as he stood up to go to the foot of the bed, stroking his cock.

“Turn the fuck over. I’ll show you an old man.”

“We’ll see who is gonna knock out who first tonight. Give me that fucking arch.”

You smiled as your face was pressed into the comforter.

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[buckyandstan]

✪ pairings: Sebastian Stan x Fem!Reader

✪ summary: Reader and Seb can’t deny the tension that was created while shooting their last movie together

✪ warnings: adult content 18+, swearing, heavy flirting, use of y/n, friends to lovers, unprotected, general filth

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Everything was surreal.

The flashing of the cameras, the fans and photographers screaming your name, you’ve been through this, what feels like a hundred times, but you can never truly believe that this is your life.

You smoothed over the fabric, turning slightly to allow the photographers to get their shots of your custom gown.

“Beautiful. Beautiful.”

“Just a few more!”

“Turn slightly the other way!”

“Perfect!”

You smile, moving down to the next mark and suddenly the crowd grows loud once again. You look back, unable to fight the smile as you see Sebastian walking down the red carpet behind you.

It doesn’t take him long to find you, his eyes lingering on you until you look away to move down the line.

You go through a few more marks before you’re at your first interviewer, smiling and chatting, when all of a sudden, she gasps, “Oh my gosh, Hi!”

You go to look around, but stop when a hand lays on your waist, and lips press to your cheek, “Hello, hello.” Sebastian smiles, “You look amazing, doesn’t she look amazing!”

The interviewer nods, “Yes she does, but so do you!”

“Oh please, this old thing doesn’t compare to what she’s wearing, what is that custom?” He looks you up and down and you nod with a smile, “It sure is.”

He smirks, “Beautiful. Hey, I’ll catch up with you in a sec, alright? Don’t go far.” He points to you as he walks away and you smile, feeling the heat in your cheeks grow hotter as you look back at the lady in front of you, “He’s such a sweetheart, is he not?”

She laughs, “Oh I just love him. Speaking of.” She smiles, “You two just finished up a movie together? How was that? Can you give us any insider tidbits on that?”

“I don’t think I can give away, too much, but working with Seb is always a pleasure. He’s such a sweetheart, and he’s so professional. He is always makes sure that when we’re shooting certain scenes that I’m good, everyone else is good. He’s just amazing all around.”

“By certain scenes.” She raises her brows, smiling as she leans in, “Does that mean we’re getting a y/n and Sebastian spice scene?”

You shrug, “I guess you’ll just have to find out when you watch the movie later on this year.” You laugh, “I gotta go. I love you!” You hug the woman and walk away.

Sebastian’s eyes never leave you as he speaks with other people. He motions for you to come over and you follow his motion, walking over and wrapping your arm around his waist, “Hi!”

“There she is! Sebastian here was just talking about how you’re a better movie star than him, I want to see if that’s true or not.” The guy asks, “What are your thoughts on that?”

“Oh, I mean. Come on. It’s a no brainer.” You laugh, looking up at Sebastian, “If he said it, it must be true, right?”

“I mean, he speaks pretty highly of you, y/n. How about you, do you think he’s one of the best actors to work with?”

You nod, “Oh yes. He’s by far my favorite to work with.”

“See.” Sebastian laughs, “I told you I was her favorite.”

The guy laughs, “I will never doubt you again, Mr. Stan.” He looks at you, “Where are you tonight? What table are you seated at?”

“Table six.”

“That’s where I’m at.” He pulls you in closer to him and you smile, “That’s where I’m headed in next.” You point, “I’ll see you later.” You squeeze the interviewers shoulder and walk away, Sebastian’s eyes burning into the back of you with such heat.

Ever since you started filming the movie that just wrapped, there’s been tension between you and Seb. A lot of heavy tension that clouds your mind no matter how hard you try not to think about him.

“Couldn’t have waited for me?” Sebastian laughs as he walks up to take your hand. You laugh, reaching down to pull up your dress so you don’t trip and fall down the steps, “I didn’t know you were done talking.”

He chuckles, “Yeah well.”

You reach the bottom and interlock your arm with his. As you make your way to your table, you stop and chat quickly with a few other nominees and what not.

Sebastian was always the first to compliment you, showing you off to others which honestly kind of confused you.

You and him were super close, sure, that’s what filming intimate scenes with someone does. A part of you thought he knew what was there, but you didn’t want to say or ask because you didn’t want to risk everything going awkward.

“Here we go.” He pulls your chair out for you, helping you move in and bending down to move your dress away from the foot traffic, “Do you need anything?”

You shake your head, “No, I’m good.”

“Alright.” He sits down next to you, and for the rest of the time between now and the award show starting, you both chatted with each other, other people who walked by and at the table.

You didn’t start to feel really nervous until the lights went down and the spot light fell onto the host.

“Good evening everyone, and welcome to the Golden Globes.”

You take a deep breath and Sebastian looks over at you, “Are you alright?” You nod, “I’m so nervous right now.”

He chuckles, “Trust me.” He takes your hand, giving it a squeeze, “You have this award show in the bag, sweetheart.” He gives you a wink and you felt a calm wash over you.

You held his hand all the way up to his category. When they announced his name, you were pulled up from your chair and into a hug and you were the loudest one cheering for him.

“Oh, my gosh. Wow.” He laughs, “I really wasn’t expecting this.” The crowd laughs and he continues to deliver his quick speech, ending it with a shoutout to you, “I have to dedicate this award to the costar that pushed me to do my absolute best. She worked with me day in and day out, and I just cannot thank you so being there every step of the way. Thank you, y/n.”

You smile, tilting your head as you watch him walk off stage. He walks back up to you and pulls you into a tight hug, “Now it’s your turn.”

You smile, sitting down in your chair, and your hand moves back to hold his. After a few categories, it was finally yours.

“And the Golden Globe for best lead actress in a drama goes to… y/n y/l/n!”

Your jaw drops and you look at Sebastian. He pulls you to your feet and kisses your cheek, “Did I not tell you!? Now go!”

He was the loudest one cheering for you as you made your way up to the stage. You accepted the award and walk to the mic, “Are you kidding me?” You pout, glancing down at the award in your hand, “This means the absolute world to me. Thank you so much for entrusting me with taking on this role. I will remember this role for the rest of my life, it has changed me in so many ways.” You sigh, “And since Seb set the bar, I just want to dedicate this to not only him, but the fans of this movie. Him and you combined, you both just pushed me to do my absolute best and I’m truly so greatful. I love you so so much. Thank you.”

You back away from the mic and walk towards the steps. You make your way back to the table and throw yourself into Sebastian, hugging him tight.

His hands press into your back and he sighs, “God, I am so proud of you right now.”

You smile, leaning back to smile and thank everyone around you who congratulates you. You sit back down and immediately feel his hand on your leg. You look over at him and he smiles, “How does it feel?”

“How does what feel?” You tilt your head he laughs, “Winning, of course.”

You laugh, “Oh, I thought you meant..” you point to his hand and he raises his brows, “Well now you have me curious about that, too, sweetheart.”

You smirk, “Oh yeah?”

He laughs, shaking his head as his thumb brushes over the soft material resting on your leg.

He definitely knew what you thought he knew.

After the show, you and Sebastian make your way to get pictures done. As you’re standing together, he leans in, turning his head back to whisper something into your ear, “What do you say, after this we skip the whole after party bit and go straight back to the hotel?”

You nod, clearing your throat, “Sounds like a great idea.” You smile, snapping back into your star side as the cameras take a few more snaps.

“Okay, now just y/n, please.”

Sebastian moves away, moving to stand to the side as he watches you bask in the love and fame.

You glance over at him, your smile growing bigger as he smiles at you. You were stuck in a trance, it took a few times of your name being called for you to snap back into it.

You laugh, covering up your nervousness of being caught staring at him, “Sorry.” You move out of the way, turning to watch him stand in your place, and your trance returned.

He was beautiful, inside and out. Being able to work so closely with him and discover his true personality was a godsend to you.

It’s not everyday you get to fall in love with a close friend and then retaliate with the same feelings.

You watch as he thanks the photographers as he walks towards you, his arm sliding around your waist as he guides you forward towards the doors, “I’m greatful, don’t get me wrong, but that felt like it took forever.”

You laugh at his words, “I know exactly what you mean, I love getting the awards, but I’d much rather be out of this dress and laying in a comfy bed.”

He leans in, his voice low, “Well you’re in luck, because I can help with both of those thing.” He leans back and all you can do is smirk, shaking your head as you make your way to his car.

The driver opens the door and Sebastian helps you in bexors getting in behind you, “Hotel, please.” The driver nods and Sebastian takes your hand into his, “Thank you.”

He looks over at you and you look at him, giving him a smile, “What?”

He shakes his head, “Nothing, nothing at all.” He chuckles, “I just.. can’t get over how beautiful you look tonight.”

“Oh, so I don’t look beautiful any other day?” You tease and he scoffs, “Don’t be doing that. You know you’re beautiful.” He looks away, “Partly why I can’t keep my eyes off of you.”

“I’m sorry, what was that last part?” You look over at him and he laughs, looking back at you. He doesn’t say anything, but as soon as you go to, he leans in quickly, cupping your cheek with his hand, “You heard me.”

His lips crash onto yours and you gasp against his lips.

He leans back, eyes moving from your lips to your eyes before you pull him back in by his suit jacket. He moves closer to you, hand on your thigh as his other slides around to grip the back of your neck.

You tilt your head to the side, biting down onto your lip as his trail down under your jaw. He kisses back to your ear, whispering lowly, “I’ve thought about you all damn night.”

“So have I.” You lean back, eyes staying on his before you close the space once again.

The car comes to a stop and Sebastian quickly moves to get out, taking your hand as you slide over to the open door. He helps you step out and you’re being led inside almost instantly.

You make it to the elevator, waiting patiently with you hand in his. His thumb gently moves over your hand, “Could this thing be any slower?”

You laugh, moving close to him and resting your head on his shoulder.

You stay close as you enter, your hand in his as he reaches with the other to press the button. He looks back over at you, instantly moving in to press his lips to yours.

Your hands slide up his arms, stopping to grip his biceps as his arm slides to lock around your lower back. You kiss until the ding of the elevator, and you make your way down the hall to his room.

You bite your lip at the beep of the door, looking up at him as he pushes it open.

He pulls you in, walking backwards as he pulls you with him, his grip on your hips tightening as your hands move up his chest to undo the buttons on his dress shirt.

“Impatient, I see.” He jokes, but you shake your head, “More like I’m finally getting everything I’ve ever wanted.”

He raises his brows, “I’m in the same boat as you.” He pulls you in, connecting his lips with yours as he reaches around to unzip the back of your dress.

You lean back, “Normally I’d want you to rip my clothes off of me, but I need you to be gentle with this one, please.”

“I’ll be as gentle as you want, baby.” He whispers, pressing a gentle kiss right below your ear, “Or as rough, whatever..” he drags the zipper down your back slowly, “..you desire.”

Your breath hitches as he slowly pushes your dress down your body. You step out of it, eyes on him as he lays it over the one chair beside him.

You walk over him to him, pulling him in for a heated kiss. He dips down, grabbing the back of your thigh to lift you up as his other arm starts firm around your waist.

He walks you over to the bed, laying you down as he kisses down your neck.

He sits up, eyes raking up and down your body as he works to undo the rest of the buttons before quickly shrugging that and his jacket off.

You sit up, eyes following his hands as they move to undo his belt. You reach down to take off your heels, but he stops you, “Uh uh, leave’em on.”

You smirk, laying back on the bed in nothing but your panties. He undoes his belt, biting his lip as he shrugs his pants down and steps out of them, along with his shoes.

He crawls back over you, lips connecting with yours as he grinds against you.

You gasp, letting a quiet moan slip. He does it again and you moan louder, “Fuck, Seb. Don’t tease me, I’ve waited long enough.”

He chuckles, “You’re right, you’re right. Sorry, baby.”

He reaches down, slipping his fingers into the band of your panties and glides his fingers down to your clit. He smirks as you gasp, hips rolling under his touch.

You tilt your head back, moaning out as his pressure grows harder.

“Fuck, you sound so beautiful.” He kisses up your neck, “Take them off for me.” You move quick, sitting up as he does. Your hands instantly removing the fabric from your body as he does the same.

You move up more on the bed, eyes on his as he crawls up to lay next to you. He pulls you towards him, and you roll over, your leg moving up to lay over his hip. He slides his hand over your leg, reaching down to guide cock between your folds and into you.

You gasps, fingers tangling into his hair as you smash your lips to his. His hand grips your thigh harder as the fingers on his other hand dig into your back,“Fuck, m’not even in all the way and you feel so fucking good, baby.”

He rests his forehead against yours, sliding the hand on your thigh up to cup your cheek as he thrusts into you slowly. Your nails dig into his shoulders, moans grow louder the deeper he gets.

“Feels so good.” You breathe out, “Fuck.”

He presses a kiss to your forehead, groaning out as he pulls out and thrusts back in.

You tighten your leg over his waist, sliding your hand down and around to his back. You drag your nails over his skin, drawing red lines within their path.

He holds you to him, thrusting in a slow and passionate pace, “You feel so good, sweetheart. So fucking good.” His lips trail down your neck, his moans growing louder, “Been waiting so long for you.”

You moan at his words, tightening your grip on him, “I knew I wasn’t crazy.” You smile, biting your lip as your eyes flutter closed. He presses a kiss to your cheek, “Not crazy at all, baby.”

Your walls squeeze around him, “D-don’t stop. Please.”

He groans lowly as his lips meet yours, moving with them as he rolls you onto your back, his body hovering over yours.

You moan out louder, legs tightening around his waist, “Shit, yes. Just like that.” You look up at him, brows furrowing with pleasure as a string of moans leave your lips.

He brushes hair from your face, laying his hand on your cheek as he watches your face twitch with pleasure, “You’re even more beautiful like this.” His eyes search your face, “Fuckin’ look at you.”

You whine, nails digging into his back, “So close.”

“Come on, baby.” He whispers, pressing kisses to your cheek, “Come for me. I want to make you feel so good.”

You gasp, eyes fluttering closed as you squeeze his cock with everything you have.

He groans, “Fuck, don’t do that.” He chuckles before moaning, “m’going to be right there with you if you do that.”

“S-sorry.” You whisper, and he shakes his head, pressing a kiss to your lips, “Don’t be sorry.” He bites your lip and tugs, “Feels so good when you do that.”

You look up at him, back arching from the bed as he guides you right into that euphoric feeling. You cling to him, panting and moaning as he works to guide you through.

“There we go, that’s it, baby.” He whispers, a moan attaching to his words, “Fucking hell.”

You whimper, turning your head to kiss his lips. You tug his hair, swallowing his groan.

“I think about you all the time.” He whispers, “I’ve dreamed of finally having you all to myself one of these days.”

You nod, moaning out as you look up at him, “Me-me, too.” You pull him in for another kiss, “I thought about you with everything.”

He smirks against your lips, “everything, huh?”

You smirk, “Yes, everything.”

“You don’t have to do that anymore.” He presses a kiss to your cheek, and then your other, “I’ll take care of you anytime you need.”

You smile, gasping as he thrusts into you fully, “Fuck, fuck.” You breathe out, “M’gonna come again.”

“As many times as you want, sweetheart.” He kisses down your neck, moaning out as he feels you clamp down onto him again, “Fuck, just like that. Come for me.”

You moan out loudly as you feel that band in your belly snap once again, “Yesyesyes. Fuck, fuck.” Your legs tighten and moans fall from your lips in a long string as he guides you through a second time.

He groans lowly, “Where do you want me, sweetheart?”

“Don’t stop.” You gasp, “I want all of you.”

He groans as he presses his lips to yours, the pace in his thrusts growing sloppier by the second, “You’re incredible.” He rests his forward on yours, moaning louder as his cock twitches inside of you.

You gasp at the feeling, sliding your hands up to pull him into a kiss.

His thrusts come to a slow stop before it’s just his lips moving with yours. He leans back, eyes looking into yours, “did ghat live up to your standards?”

You smile, “I don’t know, might have to do it again just to make sure, you know?”

He chuckles, nodding his head, “We can do it as many times as we can.” He crashes his lips onto hours and pulls you with him as he rolls over, “This beats any and all after parties.”

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[sebstanaddict]

Code Daddy Supreme

Sebastian Stan x Reader Unhinged One Shot

Summary : Sebastian is reader's adorkable, chaotic yet cute boyfriend. One day when reader is struggling to fix broken code in her web application project, Sebastian offered to help but instead of helping he is making things worse.. or is he..?

A/N: This is just something I wrote out of a fever dream while being in a sleep deprived, stress induced state as I try to finish my web application project (yes, I don't just write fanfics, I write code full time XD) . It's based on my life as a web developer so excuse me if I include some codes here. But I promise they're human readable ;) Seb here is a funny, adorkable, chaotic mess of a boyfriend but we love him anyway ;) Enjoy and please vote and comment, I would really appreciate it. Thank you!

Warning: none at all, just an all out funny, unhinged and ridiculous story, somewhat like a sitcom XD

Word count: 944 words

Read more Sebastian and Bucky one shots here

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It was supposed to be a quiet Sunday. Y/N was curled up on the couch, tackling a web development project that was due the next day. She was in the zone—until, of course, the code rebelled.  

“WHY?!” she shouted at her laptop, yanking her headphones off. “Why won’t you just WORK?”  

From the other room, Sebastian burst in wearing pajama pants, no shirt, and wielding a spatula like a sword. “Who dares disturb my pancake zen?”  

“This stupid project!” Y/N growled, gesturing wildly at her laptop. “Every time I try to fix one thing, another error pops up! It’s like Whack-a-Mole, but with coding and existential dread!”  

Sebastian leaned casually against the couch. “Want me to fix it?”  

She blinked at him. “No.”  

“Yes.”  

“No, Seb. The last time you ‘helped,’ my laptop shut down and played a MIDI version of “Highway to Hell” on repeat.”  

“And did it sound amazing?” he asked, grinning.  

“That’s not the point!”  

But it was too late—Sebastian had already plopped down beside her, cracking his knuckles with the bravado of someone who doesn’t know what an IDE is but thinks they could totally rebuild Google.  

“Alright,” he said. “Time for me to hack the planet.”  

Y/N groaned. “Seb, no..”  

“Seb, YES!”

He grabbed her laptop and began typing with the unhinged enthusiasm of a mad scientist who’d just discovered how to turn broccoli into candy. His first move? Replacing all her variable names with things like `CaptainFixThis`, `ErrorWho?`, and `TotallyNotABug`.  

“Sebastian,” she said, rubbing her temples. “What are you doing?”  

“Rebranding,” he said, as if it were obvious.  

“You can’t just rename everything and hope for the best!”  

“Oh, can’t I?” he shot back, now aggressively typing.  

He added emojis to every line of code:  

```  

function saveTheDay() { 💪🔥  

    console.log("Sebastian is here to fix it! 😎✨");  

    return true;  

}  

```  

“SEBASTIAN. WHY ARE THERE EMOJIS IN MY CODE?”  

“Because the code needs to feel appreciated,” he said, completely serious, adding even more lines:

```

// You’re doing amazing, sweetie  

function runCode() {  

    console.log("You’re the best, code! You can do it!");  

}  

```

“Seb, stop typing compliments!” Y/N shrieked.

“This is important!” he shouted back. “The code needs to feel supported!”

She couldn’t help but facepalm.

At one point, he opened a separate file titled `BackupPlan` and wrote this:  

```  

if (everythingFails) {  

    summonTheAvengers();  

}  

```  

“Seb, that’s not even real code!”  

“It is now,” he said, smirking like he’d just reinvented the wheel.  

He then proceeded to write what he called "the ultimate fix." : 

```  

while(true) {  

    console.log("Just vibe and it’ll work.");  

    everythingIsFine = true;  

}  

```  

“That’s an infinite loop!” Y/N screeched.  

“Exactly,” he said. “Infinite solutions for infinite problems.”  

She lunged for the laptop, but he was too quick. He held the laptop above his head while somehow still typing.

“SEBASTIAN, GIVE IT BACK!”  

“NOT UNTIL I FINISH!” he yelled, putting the laptop on his lap and turned his back on her. “TRUST THE CHAOS!”  

“I definitely do NOT trust the chaos!” she protested as she peeked over his shoulder, trying to see what he was doing all the while her stomach was filled with dread.

Then came the pièce de résistance. He opened Google, typed “how to fix broken code,” ignored all the actual solutions, and clicked on a forum post titled: “Sacrifice to the Debugging Gods.”

“Uh… what are you doing?” she asked nervously.  

“Something foolproof,” he said, grabbing a nearby candle.  

“Seb, no—”  

But he was already chanting nonsense in a deep, dramatic voice. “O GREAT SPIRIT OF JAVASCRIPT.. I OFFER THIS SACRED WAX STICK IN EXCHANGE FOR YOUR MERCY!”  

Before she could stop him, he blew out the candle, slammed her laptop shut, and whispered, “It is done.”  

“Sebastian, I SWEAR TO—”  

“Wait for it.”  

With a flourish, he reopened the laptop and hit “run.”

And then… everything broke.  

Her once-polished website now looked like a clown vomited onto a computer screen. Bright neon colors, text bouncing like a screensaver from the ‘90s, and a random image of Sebastian flexing in a Captain America hoodie plastered across the footer.  

“What…What the actual.. WHAT DID YOU DO?!”  

“Relax,” he said, unbothered. “This is just step one.”  

“Step one of what?!”  

“Recalibrating the space-time continuum,” he said, completely deadpan.  

At that exact moment, her apartment lights flickered, her phone started playing the “Avengers” theme unprompted, and—somehow—her toaster beeped, despite not being plugged in.  

“Sebastian,” she whispered, wide-eyed, “I think you actually broke reality.”  

He looked smug. “Told you I was good.”  

Before she could yell, her laptop chimed cheerfully. The browser opened, and her website was… perfect. No bugs, no errors. Everything worked.  

She stared at the screen. Then at Sebastian. Then back at the screen. “HOW?!”  

He shrugged, grabbing the spatula again. “Sometimes, babe, you just have to trust the chaos.”  

“But—Seb—this makes NO SENSE!”  

“Neither does Bucky surviving a fall off a mountain, but here we are,” he said, kissing her forehead. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to finish my pancakes. You’re welcome.”  

She sat there, frozen, as her laptop hummed happily like nothing had happened. The lights stopped flickering, the toaster went silent, and the “Avengers” theme faded into nothingness.  

She stared after him, still holding the now-functional laptop. “I live with an actual lunatic.”  

From the kitchen, Sebastian’s voice rang out. “You live with a genius! Love you!”  

For the rest of the day, she tried to figure out Sebastian’s chaotic “fix.” Meanwhile, he strutted around the apartment wearing sunglasses and calling himself “Code Daddy Supreme.”  

The kicker? She later discovered the reason the code worked was because Sebastian had accidentally deleted an entire block of problematic logic while trying to format a smiley face.  

As for the weird flickering of lights, the “Avengers” theme playing from her phone and the beep from her toaster? Well, not everything can be explained and she thought maybe, just maybe, Sebastian really did recalibrate the space-time continuum.

[valiantphantomangel]

Fic idea for you: You get stuck in an elevator with Chris Evans & Sebastian Stan. After talking for a while one of them accidentally finds out you’re horribly ticklish. Reader is a teenage girl.

BTW I LOVE your fics, they’re so good

A/n: so sorry that this took so long but here it is!! I'm working through every request that was send in so more fics to come in the next weeks!! Not proofread

Bad luck

How in the name of all that's holy did you have the worst luck in the entire solar system, you do not know but there is one thing that you did know.

It sucks.

First your favorite mug handle just broke off when you wanted your morning drink.

That put you in a sour mood but clearly the gods were not done testing your patience yet, you managed to forget your lines not once, not twice, but three times in a row.

And now you were stuck in a God Damm elevator with two of the guys that loved getting on your nerves.

Absolutely wonderful.

"Well it's going to be a while before someone can come and get us so I suggest we just sit tight" Chris Evans mused as he sat down on the ground on your right side and Sebastian on your left.

"Great" i groan as i lean your head against the elevator wall.

"What got you in such a sour mood today?" Sebastian asked as he looked at you.

"You do not wanna know"

"Alright then, continue being moody" he said with a roll of his eyes as he gave you an innocent poke in the side.

At least that's what it was supposed to be, you flinched away from the contact and look between them, hoping they didn't notice.

"What was that?" Chris asked with a smirk as he looked down at you.

"Nothing, just a flinch"

"Oh really? So it wouldn't be that you're actually ticklish?" Sebastian asked with one and the same smirk as he pinched your sides.

A squeal left your mouth and you immediately knew you were screwed.

Chris pulled your upper body towards him, you back against his chest and Seb grabbed your legs and pulled them to his lap, throwing one of his own legs over yours to trap yours.

"Don't you dare!" You say with a nervous giggle. A blush already rising in your neck.

"But I thought you said you weren't ticklish" Chris said with a fake confused expression "We've got to check that" he tasered your side with one hand and with the other pinned your hands against your chest.

"STOPHAHHA ITHAHAHA" you screamed in laughter which only grew louder as Seb started to squeeze your knees.

"Tell you what, when we think that you're done being moody we will let you go" He said as Chris scribbled over your tummy.

"THAT'S NOT FAIRHAHHAHHAHAH"!!!

"I think it is"

The terror duo continued to tickle you to pieces, working together to reduce you into a boneless giggling mess.

Chris suddenly blew a raspberry in your neck which tickled a hell of lot more because he had grown a beard for the movie.

You LOST it, wild cackles pouring from your lips until they turned into breathless hiccups laughs.

They let up and you sink into them, your face red but with a giant smile on your face.

"See, all you needed was some tickles. You look much cuter with such a beautiful smile then with such a grumpy face" Chris teased as he helped you sit up and lean against his chest.

You blushed brightly and hid your face in his neck which both he and Seb smiled at.

"Come on giggles, we still got some work to do but after that we'll have a mandatory movie night with the cast. We'll take over one of Downey's trailers" Seb chuckled before pulling you to your feet.

And just opened the door of the elevator with a click of the button.

"Wait! The elevator wasn't stuck at all!" You exclaimed as you stepped out.

"Of course it wasn't" Chris smirked before the duo walked off.

"Assholes" you grumble but with a smile before you also walk off to the into costume.

How you loved to be a part of the marvel cast.

[marvelobsessed134]

Put me in a movie

Pairings: Sebastian Stan x Fem!reader

Warnings: smut, traditional gender roles (dominant husband, submissive wife), kind of dark!Seb, filming of sexual acts, squirting, rough sex, manhandling, degradation, humiliation (kinda), and I think that’s it let me know if I missed anything.

Summary: you beg your husband to let you be in a movie

“Please Sebastian. I’d love to be in one of those movies you’re in!” You pleaded, hands clasped together and looking up at him with sweet eyes.

Sebastian caressed your chin and said, “You wanna be in a movie baby? I’ll put you in a movie.”

And that’s how you ended up on your shared bed that overlooked the city below out the window, in a black mini dress sucking his thumb as he filmed you with his phone.

“Yeah, there you go.” He praised, his voice raspy. Your core started to tingle. This was way better than any blockbuster he could’ve put you in.

You moaned around his finger before he removed it from your mouth, zooming in on your face as he tilted your chin up.

“You wanna come over here and get in your knees?” The actor asked and you nodded, scrambling to get in position. You looked up at him as he undid his belt with one hand and pulled his cock out. You stared at him for a bit.

“It’s not gonna suck itself.” The Romanian said and you giggled a bit, blushing from embarrassment before wrapping your lips around his shaft, slowly bobbing your head until you got a good rhythm. Seb made sure to capture all of this happening with his phone.

He gripped the back of your head and pushed you all the way down, making you choke on his cock. “Fuck, you look so pretty choking on my dick like that.” He crooned.

You gagged around him, drool seeping down your chin before he pulled you off and forcefully made you look up at him by tugging your hair.

“You’re just my little slut aren’t you?” He cooed.

You nodded.

“Say it, say ‘I’m a little slut’.”

“I’m a little slut.” You giggled, looking into the camera lens and smiling.

“That’s my girl. Get up and strip.” And you did just that sliding off your black dress to show you were in fact wearing nothing underneath.

“Fuck, you really are a little slut. Not wearing a single thing under this little thing. Get on the bed, and sit pretty for me.”

You sat on the bed on your knees and watched as he approached you. Sebastian tweaked a nipple between his fingers making you shiver and hiss.

“You like these perfect nipples being played with dont you? So sensitive.” He groaned when you jumped as he unexpectedly moved to the other one.

“Mmm Seb…” you whined.

“What is it baby?” He asked, zooming in on your pretty face, “What do you need?”

“I need you to fuck me. Please.” You begged, tears in your eyes.

“Lay down.” He commanded and you did what he said. He then handed you the phone to hold and film him taking his shirt off and kicking his pants off before lining his cock up to your entrance. Grabbing the phone from you, he filmed up close of him pushing into your tight hole.

“Ohhh.” You moaned breathily as he stretched you.

Sebastian went back to filming your face as he thrusted into you, enjoying the tears falling down your cheeks and the way your mouth is open in a perfect ‘o’ shape. And the way your eyebrows furrowed.

“Ohh Sebby…” you cried as he started going faster.

“Feels good doesn’t it? Such a good little girl.” Your husband responded back to you in a moan.

The two of you were in heaven as you looked at the camera of his iPhone.

Sebastian turned the camera to him for a bit, still thrusting into you, “Yeah, she’s always like this. Just can’t get enough of my cock now can you?”

He turned the camera back to you and you shook your head.

“Tell me, can you get enough of my cock?”

“No! I can’t get enough of your- Ah- cock!” You moaned.

You then found yourself clenching around him. “Oh baby I’m gonna cum!” You screamed.

Seb removed his cock as he watched you squirt all over the place. He made sure to capture that on camera. “Holy fuck I love when you do that. I’ve got a little squirter on my hands huh?” He asked and you laughed.

The brunette pushed back into you and fucked you until he finished on your stomach. He moved the camera back up to your face and asked, “Was that a blockbuster or not?”

You gave him a blissed out smile and chuckled, “Mmm yeah.”

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

A Patient Man Chapter 2

Summary: Sebastian swore to never fall for another co-star again. Until Y/N drops into his life.

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One week later

“Y/N!” Sebastian burst into her hotel room with the key card she gave him.  

“Seb!” she yelled back as she came out of the bathroom, her makeup artist and hairdresser finishing getting her ready for another day of interviews on the press tour.  He looked her over, her hair done in an intricate braid, her signature style on full display with her clothes and bright green wedges that made him wonder what she would look like with only them on.

“Wow, love, you look beautiful,” he breathed.  

She smiled, putting her earrings on, and looked him over as well.  “Thank you, honey,” he beamed at the pet name. “You look pretty snazzy yourself, sir.”  His eyes slightly widened at the second pet name, but he quickly recovered and gave her a smirk.  

“All for you, sweet cheeks.”

She giggled, her cheeks blushing a soft pink that he just wanted to kiss.  “You ready to go?” she asked, “We could walk down to the car together.”

“Yes!” Sebastian said a little too quickly.  

As they made their way down to the lobby, Sebastian got progressively more excited.  He had arranged a surprise for Y/N and couldn’t wait to see her reaction.  She seemed to notice his newfound giddiness and eyed him warily.  “What’s up with you?  Did you do something?”

He blushed and avoided her eyes, “No, why would you say that?” 

“Mhm,” she hummed, squinting her eyes at him and popping an eyebrow up in suspicion.  The elevator doors thankfully opened and he grabbed her hand to drag her out so they could get to the surprise more quickly.  

“Seb, what are you doing?  What’s going on—“  Y/N stopped suddenly when she saw who was in front of her. 

“Mama!” Lulu and Ollie screamed, running full sprint where they had been talking to their grandparents by the doors in the lobby.  Y/N immediately broke down into tears, sinking to her knees so she could catch them both.  They launched themselves into her arms and laughed as she squeezed them tight, kissing them all over their faces.  Sebastian had taken a step back to let them have a moment, watching the family reunion with a sappy smile on his face.  He heard a click and looked up to see a person catching the moment on their phone, smiling from both seeing some famous faces as well as the cuteness of the situation.  Sebastian decided to step in their line of sight to make it harder to record, and knelt down next to the kids.

“Was this a good surprise?” he asked tentatively as Y/N tried wiping away some of her tears, still holding her children as close to her as possible.  

Y/N looked at him with watery eyes, lower lip quivering, and shook her head affirmatively.  Lulu and Ollie noticed him. “Sebby!”  He smiled wide at them as they hurled themselves at him next, and he fell over from the force of the little bodies hitting him.  “Hey my munchkins!” he laughed as they climbed all over him, squeezing him as hard as they could.  

Y/N looked on smiling like an idiot, wiping the last of her tears away.  As Sebastian played with them she looked at her parents who had been flown in with the kids.  They both smiled at her and the kids loving Sebastian so much.  They were too young to remember their father very well, and she was happy that the kids had someone like a father figure to look up to and have back in their lives.  Y/N had been feeling the fluttering of emotions she hadn’t felt in over 2 years, and as much as it scared her, she couldn’t stop smiling at the scene before her.  

6 months later 

Sebastian Stan and Y/N are starring in a new movie together, again!  They’ve been looking very cozy lately and we’re wondering, is the chemistry on-screen translating to off-screen romance?  Y/N will be taking on a daring new role as a burlesque dancer turned nanny working for Sebastian’s character as a single dad to a young girl.  Will she be able to pull it off?  We can’t wait to see!

Sebastian couldn’t believe it when he had auditioned for the part, got the callback, and showed up for the screen tests that Y/N would be there as his co-star.  He had been silently ecstatic, trying to play it cool when he saw her there waiting.  Sebastian had been given the script by his agent and had liked the story, thinking it would be an interesting part to play in a more romantic comedy type of movie, taking a small break from the more intense characters he’d been playing over the past few years.  

He’d been in a romantic relationship with her character in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, and had loved every minute of it, but now he was getting to play a different type of relationship with her that would turn romantic as well.  He would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little too turned on by the fact that she would be doing a lap dance on him for a scene.  

“Alright my dudes, today is the day!” the director yelled out.  They had shot most of the movie already within the last few months and only had a week left.  Y/N had been practicing pole dancing and burlesque dancing for the role, and was getting pretty good at it.  This last week would be her shooting the burlesque scenes with Sebastian’s character at a burlesque club.  She actually quite enjoyed it, and her kids would go to the gym with her as she practiced and learned new moves.  Lulu liked to try swinging around on another pole as Y/N did her choreographed routine for the scene.  Sebastian had met them all once at the gym before going to a family dinner.  He had seen Y/N finishing up her routine, and had had to hide for a minute to get himself to calm down and make the bulge in his pants go away.  He didn’t know how he was going to handle the lap dance scene today.  There would be no acting in that scene on his part.  

“We’re shooting the scene that we’ve all been waiting for today,” the director went on.  Everyone started to “ooh” at Y/N as she stood there in her robe, and she cheekily posed although her cheeks were burning.  Sebastian had a few crew members give him a little nudges and wiggle their eyebrows at him.  He just smiled, trying not to let on how excited he actually was for today.  He looked at Y/N and could see that although she was putting on a nonchalant front she was extremely nervous.  They had been in close proximity and intimate situations with each other before for the previous movie, and she was generally a physical person, but this was a very different, much more sexually charged situation than what they had experienced together before.  

Y/N hadn’t been intimate with anyone since her husband died, and had barely dated recently, but it was never anything serious or physical.  Sebastian felt the protective urge to pull her away from the group, but the director was speaking again, giving a rundown of the schedule for the day.  It was all intimate moments today, and while Sebastian was excited, he knew he had to be patient with Y/N.  It would be a long day for her. 

They dove right into the pole dancing, where Sebastian’s single father character on a night out with his work friends is taken to a burlesque club and sees a dancer that he recognizes as his live-in nanny on the stage.  The director called action and Y/N took off with the music, getting lost in the resonant beats, her supple body sliding up and down the pole then slowly twirling to the floor where she started crawling along the small stage.  Sebastian was supposed to look surprised and slightly angry during this scene upon realizing the dancer is his nanny, but he felt like he was failing miserably.  He could feel his eyes were wide as saucers, his mouth hanging open, hands balled into fists to stop himself from palming the growing tent in his pants, willing himself to think of unattractive things to make it go away.  The other male actors in the scene were whooping and hollering as she interacted with those close to the stage, making him furious that they got to see her this way, that it wasn’t just all for him.  Finally the song ended and Y/N did her final move and posed, a coy smile on her face, and Sebastian remembered himself, quickly contorting his face into a scowl for the camera at the last second.  

“Cut!” the director yelled and started clapping as he went over to Y/N who was still sitting on the stage, moving to a more comfortable position, trying to cover herself a little more with her arms across her chest.  “You’re amazing, gorgeous, sublime, I can’t even handle it!” he exclaimed, making her smile slightly.  “We’re just gonna run it a couple more times to get more angles, then we should be done,” he said, taking her hands in his.  She smiled wider and said something quietly to him that made him laugh.  He then turned to Sebastian, who didn’t dare stand up yet.  “Very good, Seb,” he said as he walked over to where he sat, then when he was closer in earshot slyly said, “You looked like you were enjoying yourself.”  Sebastian blushed and looked away, finally getting the bulge to disappear from the embarrassment of the situation.  “It’s okay,” the director said quietly as Sebastian stood up, “but you should probably go talk to her, tell her she did a good job.  She’s feeling a little exposed.”  Sebastian immediately looked back to Y/N as a dresser was giving her the robe to cover herself again and the actors near her were giving her high fives, making him quickly walk over.  As he approached, Y/N started looking anywhere but him, giving him a glance here and there. 

“Hey Seb,” she said, looking down, adjusting the strap around the robe.  

“Hey hun,” he smiled slightly, “how are you feeling doing all this?”

Y/N shrugged, still playing with the strap on the robe.  Sebastian felt that protective surge come over him again and pulled her to the side away from everyone else.  

“Y/N, it’s okay to feel a bit awkward and exposed.  I did the first time I did a love scene,” he said quietly.  She looked up at him then, eyes tight and apprehensive.  

“Really?” she whispered.  

“Oh yeah,” he chuckled, putting his hands in his pockets.  “Being basically naked, tons of people and cameras watching and catching every little move you make, and the idea that millions of people would see it when the movie came out?  It was terrifying.”  He stepped a little closer, taking her hands off the strap she was still holding tightly.  He squeezed her hands and she squeezed his back.  “But you were amazing up there,” he murmured, his voice becoming more husky than usual.  “You have nothing to worry about.  People are going to love you in this movie and in this role. I know you feel a little weird right now, and that’s okay, it’s valid.  Just embrace it and the day will go by faster,” he then winked at her to lighten the mood.

Y/N giggled at that, and looked down at his hands again, giving them an extra hard squeeze before looking back up at him.  “I’m nervous about later today for our other scene,” she said softly.  

Sebastian furrowed his brow quizzically, “Why?  We’ve been in intimate scenes before.”

“Well yeah, but…” she started, then bit her lip.  Sebastian wished she wouldn’t do that, it was too sexy.  “Those other scenes were kissing and hugging and mostly mild compared to me giving you a fucking lap dance!”

He threw his head back in a laugh, and pulled her into a hug.  She slapped his chest as he laughed at her, but couldn’t help but to laugh along with him.  

“You got me there, sweetie,” he laughed, then gave her a kiss on the top of her head that barely reached just under his chin.  “But it’s going to be okay, it’s just me.  We can do this.”

Y/N sighed into his chest.  “I know we’ll be fine, I just…” she then pulled back and looked down.  “I haven’t actually been intimate with anyone for a while, so this feels kinda…big.”  

Sebastian’s heart broke for her then.  He gave her a small smile, and as her eyes started to well up with tears of anxiety he quickly cupped her cheeks and swiped under her eyes with his thumbs.

“Hey, just breathe okay?” he said quietly, moving forward and crouching slightly so he could put his forehead against hers as he held her face in his hands.  “You can trust me, okay?  It’s just me.  I’m sure you’re feeling anxiety and nerves, and probably a little scared, right?”  Y/N nodded as she gripped his wrists.  “That’s okay.  When we get to it, just focus on me and you, nobody else, got it?  Just you and me, babe.  Just you and me.”  He looked deeply in her eyes as she stared up at him.  She seemed to be looking for something as her eyes looked back and forth between his.  Her stare made him feel self-conscious but he didn’t dare look away, letting himself indulge in this little moment.  She seemed to like what she found as she blinked a couple times and then gave him a smile.  Sebastian smiled back at her as she gripped his wrists a little harder one more time, then rubbed the tip of her nose on his nose, making him laugh.  She would be okay.  He’d make sure of it.  

Later that night

It was time.  The lap dance scene was kicking off in a matter of minutes, the scenes leading up to it had been shot and her entrance into the room was done, now it was time for the actual dance.  Y/N had only practiced it on a chair with nobody in it or with the choreographer, and so far it didn’t feel as sexual to her as it was about to.  Y/N was wringing her hands, trying to keep her breathing even as Sebastian sat down in the chair in the middle of the private room in the burlesque club.  Sebastian looked over to her standing in the corner and lifted his hand up to her to come forward.  She quickly walked to him and put her hand in his outstretched one.  He smiled reassuringly at her and rubbed her knuckles with his thumb.  She puffed out a bit of air between her lips and smiled back at him.  He winked and pulled her closer so he could speak in her ear as the loud music was playing in the background.  

“Just remember to have fun and play along.  It’s you and me.  Just you and me,” he whispered so only she could hear.  His gravelly voice made Y/N shiver slightly, and she stood back up and winked at him.  He chuckled at that and let her hand go. 

“Everybody in position!  Let’s get this done and go home!” the director yelled over the music.  “Light check!  Good, sound check!  Good, good.  Now, Y/N, you ready?”

Y/N got in position, took a deep breath and let it out, then gave him the thumbs up.  “Great, and cue music!”

The moment the song “Touch It” by Ariana Grande came on, Y/N seemed to slip into her own little world.  She began to sway to the music, her hands gliding up her body and into her hair, tugging at her locks, then slipping her fingers through the strands and up above her head.  She seemed to almost be slithering her way towards Sebastian as she twirled.  She sank to her knees, then tipped her upper body forward so she was on all fours and began crawling towards him.  Even though they had gone over what she was going to do since the dance was choreographed and rehearsed, Sebastian still wasn’t prepared for just how erotic it would be.  Y/N finally reached him, touching his knees first to hoist herself up and after a few smooth moves lithely set herself on his lap.  He kept his hands in fists at his sides, both for the character he was playing and also for himself.  He wasn’t sure he’d be able to make his hands behave once he was allowed to touch her.  Right on cue she took his hands and set them on her hips, and he gripped them tightly, trying to ground himself in the moment.  She was a vision, with her hair slightly messy, a slight sheen of sweat on her brow and her bright lidded eyes looking at him hungrily.  He wanted so badly for that look to be real.  

At the rise of the music in one of the last choruses she reached up and ran her fingers through his longer hair that he had grown out for this movie.  She gave his hair a good tug, making his head fall back, and he couldn’t stop the moan that bubbled past his lips from how good it felt.  Y/N didn’t let it distract her and leaned forward and licked his exposed neck, giving his pulse point a nip, then rubbing her nose along his neck to the soft spot just below his ear and sucking it softly.  Sebastian was harder than he could ever remember being before.  Y/N finished her dance as the music died down, doing her choreographed last few moves, then slid off of him and made her exit from the room, her hips swaying in her tiny outfit.  

Sebastian didn’t dare move, his eyes blown wide as he watched her and his hands back into tight fists resting on his knees.  The music finally stopped and the lights went up again.  

“CUT!” the director screamed.  “Yes!  Yes, Y/N, that was amazing!” he praised her as she shyly came back through the door, arms covering her chest again as she fidgeted with the small shorts she had on.  He gave her a quick hug and then put his hands on her shoulders.  Sebastian felt a sting of jealousy towards the man for touching her, but still couldn’t move due to his painful, raging boner.  Y/N just smiled lightly at the director.  

“It was so good.  We’re just going to need you to sit on his lap and do some more dancing for a few more takes so we can get some more camera angles, k?  I know it's weird, but we’ll only be doing this for a little bit longer, I promise,” the director said quietly to her as the cameramen and sound people were moving everything around frantically trying to get to the next position.  Y/N just nodded resolutely.  The director looked over at Sebastian.  “You good with that?”  Sebastian just nodded as well, trying to shrug off that this delicious torture wasn’t over yet.

“Ok people, places!  Music!  ACTION!”

Y/N picked up the choreography right where the music started, and sat in Sebastian’s lap again.  She put his hands in position on her hips again, and ground down on his lap.  “Y/N!  If it’s okay, can Sebastian put his hands on your back and your butt?” the director yelled over the music.  Y/N’s body seemed to stutter for just a second, but she quickly recovered and pushed his hands down til they cupped her buttcheeks, giving his hands a squeeze to let him know it was okay.  Sebastian’s heart felt like it would literally leap out of his throat at any second, and his eyes fluttered shut at the sensation of getting to touch her like this.  He knew it was wrong, but it felt so right, so he took advantage of the situation.  He only held her butt for a second before moving his hands up her back, fisting her tiny outfit in his hands to pull her closer to his body, pushing her down further onto his erection, trying to relieve some of the bulge with the friction.  Y/N’s eyes widened, her jaw dropping after feeling just how hard and large he was pressed up against her groin.  She gripped his shoulders as he pushed her closer, her nose bumping with his, and she felt herself get lost in the moment.  Forgetting the choreography, she just enjoyed the feeling of him against her, his large hands splayed across her back, his broad chest heaving with his deep breaths, her legs wrapped around his waist.  Y/N quickly collected herself as the music progressed into a pivotal chorus high note, and quickly ran her fingers through his hair again, pulling his head back.  This time the moan he let out rumbled in his chest and was much closer to her than the first time, and she trembled from the resonance of it.  She once again licked his neck along his pulse point, sucking the soft spot below his ear, and loved how she could feel him cup her buttcheeks again and pull her down on him again.  She hadn’t felt this intimate, this exposed, this sexual and this wanted in a long time, and let herself revel in the feelings she was having towards Sebastian.  

“CUT!” the director called out again.  Y/N stopped grinding, slowly releasing his hair but stayed sitting on his lap, her arms wrapped around his neck.  Sebastian closed his eyes, trying not to scream at the director while also being extremely thankful that Y/N didn’t get up.  His cheeks were flaring crimson in embarrassment, his head hanging in shame at being caught enjoying himself.  

“It’s looking great you guys.  Seb, you good?” the director asked as he stood next to them, a smirk pulling at his lips.  Sebastian didn’t look up, just gave him a quick thumbs up.  The director chuckled.  “Alright, just one more angle that I’m wanting then we’ll be done, k?  Y/N, you feeling okay?  I hope it wasn’t too much for him to touch you some more.”

“No, no, it’s fine. I’m okay,” Y/N said steadily, squeezing the back of Sebastian’s neck lightly, trying to let him know that it really was okay.  Sebastian tapped her leg lightly in response.

“Alright, we’re just going to do one more shot from above, then we’ll be done for the day.  So let’s start just about a minute back in the music, alright?  Alright.  LIGHTS!  MUSIC!  ACTION!”

Y/N started slowly grinding against Sebastian’s hips again, but this time after pulling his head back by his hair and kissing his neck, she ran her manicured fingernails down his chest.  Sebastian tried as hard as he could to not become completely overwhelmed by the sensations, he really did.  But nothing could prepare him for just how good it felt for her nails to scratch and slightly pinch his nipples as she grinded on his crotch and sucked on his neck, and next thing he knew, he let out a guttural grunt as he came in his pants, his hips involuntarily snapping up to meet hers, his eyes rolling back into his fluttering eyelids and mouth gaping open.  Y/N gasped, her hand freezing against his chest and the other still in his hair, feeling his heartbeat quicken and an extra warmth seep through his jeans underneath her.  The music died down and the lights slowly came back up again.  Neither of them had heard the director say “cut!” as Sebastian’s grip on Y/N’s hips tightened, keeping his eyes tightly shut as he hung his head.  

Sebastian knew that Y/N could tell what had happened, and he didn’t dare open his eyes to look at her reaction.  She kept her hands on his chest, too stunned to move.

“Great job you guys!  We’re done for the day with you two.  Go back to your trailers and take cold showers, huh?” the director laughed at both of them as the crewmembers around them quickly packed everything up and cleaned up the room.  Sebastian still didn’t move, and he was confused why Y/N hadn’t either.  It wasn’t until the room had become quiet that Sebastian finally felt her start to slip off his lap, pulling herself up onto her feet.  He let her slip through his fingers, putting his hands in fists on his knees again, refusing to look up at her.  He was too embarrassed, too ashamed, and what was worse was that the moment had been caught on camera.  The whole world was going to see it.  

“Seb,” Y/N spoke quietly.  Sebastian’s brow tightened at her voice.  “Seb, please look at me,” she pleaded, her voice intimidatingly soft.  He minutely shook his head, his longer hair tickling his cheeks, trying to hide the furious blush on his face, feeling like he could cry at any moment.  He felt her kneel down in front of him, her hands settling on top of his fists.  

“Sebastian Stan, look at me,” she commanded him, her voice more stern now.  He opened his eyes in surprise at her tone, but could see her expression didn’t match it.  Her eyes were sparkling with a hint of mirth, a small, coy smirk pulling at her lips as her eyes traced his face.  “Seb, it’s okay.  I’m not embarrassed, you shouldn’t be either.  I’m sure these things happen all the time in situations like this,” she spoke softly again, rubbing his hands until they eased out of the fists he had them in.  He let out a long sigh, eyes closing again as he tried to maintain better composure.  

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he whispered.  Y/N only giggled at him and continued rubbing his hands.  

“It’s alright, honey, ‘m serious.  You don’t need to apologize.  I’m fine, really.”  

He pulled his hands from underneath hers and rubbed his eyes as she smiled reassuringly at him, and he finally smiled back, relief painting his features at how understanding and kind she was about the whole thing.  He held his hands out to her and she gingerly placed hers back into them.  “I’m still sorry, though.  I’ve never done that during intimate or sexual scenes that I’ve shot before.  I guess this time I just...I...ugh, goddamn Y/L/N,” he chuckled, which made her laugh.  

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” she said as she squeezed his hands, then pushed herself up onto her feet and stood before him.  He couldn’t help but check her out with her this close in the light in an outfit that would barely qualify as underwear.  She reached out to give him a hug, which he gladly accepted.  Her breasts pressed against his face, standing in between his legs as he eagerly wrapped his arms around her middle, pulling her as close as appropriately possible within the moment.  He breathed in her scent as they just stayed there, both of them trying to get their bearings back after such an intense afternoon.  

“Seb?,” she spoke again as she pulled slightly away from him and stood before him again.  “Yeah?” he looked up at her quizzically.  She gave him a lopsided grin and leaned down so that her face was right in front of him, his eyes widening as she was barely half an inch from his face.  Her sweet breath fanned over his face as she sighed openly.  “You looked beautiful when you came,” she whispered, her eyes flicking to his lips then back to his eyes.  Sebastian’s jaw dropped comically as his eyebrows shot up his forehead.  Y/N scrunched her nose at him as she leaned a little bit forward and rubbed the tip of her nose on his, then quickly stood straight again and winked at him as she turned and walked away, the swing in her hips back as she sauntered off the set.

Sebastian stared after her, feeling his cock leak some more at her words.  Once she was out of eyesight, and he hoped out of earshot,  he moaned again and palmed himself through his now ruined costume pants.  He really didn’t want to explain that to the costume designer.

[eusuntgratie]

Hi Grace! I read voice note last night and I absolutely loved it! The way you write their dynamics makes my brain melt 🫠 I was so excited to receive a notif for that series, it was such a pleasant surprise. Disaster verse is my favourite and the first ever RPF I ever read (taynick or otherwise).

If I could be vulnerable for a second and make a small confession? I used to be an uptight little prick about RPF before and chose not to go there. But then I found your blog (and Jon's too!) and I thought to myself "hey these people seem cool, maybe I could get over myself for two seconds and check out something new before I reject it".

Then I read this could be disaster and it turned my brain into soup. I set out to gingerly dip my toe into uncharted waters and ended up diving headfirst— thank god for that, I would have been missing out. I had read that fic months ago but some of the scenes are still so fresh in my mind. I LOVE that fic <3

You have inadvertently kickstarted my foray into RPF and I just realised I never gave you credit for it. Thank you!

D thank you so much for sending this. Checking my inbox in the morning is a bit of a dice roll but this is just such a lovely message to receive <3

Thank you for loving disaster. She's my baby, my love child with @bigassbowlingballhead that we've been working on and planning and writing and brainstorming for a year at this point. I love this 'verse, and this story, and it was so fun to write. It makes me really happy when other folks love it too.

Thank you for telling me about your rpf journey! I totally understand the hesitation, and I think that a healthy awareness that you are writing/reading about fictionalized versions of real people is important. It's clear that there are people in this fandom who have blurred those lines which leads to fandom drama and the actors being put in a weird position, or made uncomfortable. The fourth wall exists for a reason!

However, apart from that, rpf really isn't any different than reading about any other fictional character. Pam & Tommy on Hulu is RPF. Seb Stan's new trump movie is RPF too. Historical fiction featuring real life characters is RPF (there are SO MANY examples of this). Monsters on Netflix is RPF. ALL true crime is RPF. People have been writing rpf for EVER. It's nothing new, or even limited to fanfiction.

It is fun for me to take the bits and pieces that we see and fill in the gaps of what could be possible. the 'canon' of rpf is SO DIFFERENT from writing characters from a tv show, movie, or a book... it's an interesting and fun challenge for me (which is why i've written in...4? i think?...different rpf fandoms at this point).

I could ramble for days but I'll leave it there. Thank you for this message; I really appreciate it 💜

[deliciousangelfestival]

You said to send you prompts and ideas and well I’ve always wanted to write my own fic but i know i can’t write worth a damn lol I’m not good at describing shittt but what hears an idea I’ve thought about and so far I mean I haven’t come across any fics about it at least in my chosen fandoms lol so here it is.

Reader is you know just an average person in the world we live in and maybe is a huge fan of CE or Sebastian Stan and gets sucked into a portal and boom transported directly into the MCU meeting their favorite actor only it’s not Chris or seb it’s THE Steve rogers or Bucky Barnes, and maybe they just stare at them wide eyed all starstruck and shit. Maybe they wanna find a way home or not 🤷🏻‍♀️.

So again not the best at explaining lol but I’ve always thought that would make a pretty good interesting fic/series. It also doesn’t have to be Steve or Bucky it could be any other CE character ( as long as it ain’t Curtis Everett I wouldn’t wanna be teleported on that fucking cold ass tail end train lol)

Wow this is really challenging. It's like transmigrated story. But I'll try. The universe that I choose is Marvel, since it made more sense.

Here it goes. I hope you like it anon! 😘❤️

Other Universe

Character : Steve Rogers x platonic!reader , Bucky Barnes x platonic!reader, Dr. Strange x platonic!reader.

Once in your life, you probably knew someone that has crazy ideas.

Like Y/N. She has this one unique friend. Her special friend is obsessed with everything related to the transmigrated story.

And the universe she wants to enter is Marvel World.

It's impossible.

But the universe could be funny sometimes.

When Y/N visited her unique friend because she couldn’t contact her friend. Where is she?

Y/N entered the house, everything was a mess, and she saw a magic circle inside the room.

Suddenly, the magic circle glows and opens a portal. Every object got sucked into the portal, including Y/N.

Inside the portal, her body is floating. There's nothing she could hold on to. Did her friend also get sucked into the portal?

In a second the portal dropped Y/N. She didn't have a chance look around where she was. Because floating or flying inside the portal made Y/N dizzy and vomit.

"Are you alright? You suddenly fall from nowhere." Someone with a commanding voice asked her.

Y/N body shivered. This voice is familiar.

It can't be!!!

She slowly turned around and was shocked. Captain America and The Winter Soldier in their combat uniform is looking down at her. Their eyes also say they're shocked by what they're seeing now.

Y/N gasped "Oh my god. It worked!!!"

Steve raised his eyebrows; what does she mean? Did the land hit her head? She suddenly appeared. Did she have magic like Dr. Strange and Wanda?

He has so many questions.

Y/N was nervous, but then she remembered, "Do you see someone else that appeared out of nowhere just like me?"

Bucky tilts his head. "You know her?"

Y/N felt relieved; that meant her friend was also in this universe. That means she could go home. "Yes. Do you know where she is? I got transport here because of the magic circle my friend made."

She takes a breath before she explains, "I don't know how to explain from the start, but I'm not from here. I'm not crazy; please believe me!"

Steve and Bucky could tell she was afraid and didn't look dangerous. Steve leaned down and got closer to her. He talks with a low voice. "You should see it for yourself."

"Huh?"

Y/N doesn't understand, but she follows Bucky. This place seems like the Avengers Headquarters she has seen from the movies.

So she arrived at a safe place. That's relieved. She wondered if her friend had arrived safe, too. She must be excited since her dream to enter the Marvel Universe came true.

Bucky brings Y/N to a secluded room. Her body turned cold when she saw a big bag in the middle of the table.

'Please don't open the bag.'

Bucky couldn't read Y/N's mind. He opened the zipper line and revealed a pale body.

Y/N fell to the floor.

It's her friend.

Her friend is dead.

Her funny and silly friend.

"What happened?" Y/N asked with a crying voice.

Bucky sighed. "Your friend arrived at the wrong location. The moment she arrived, the security alarm activated, and the system saw her as a threat."

Scary. This is scary. Y/N felt afraid. She doesn't want to be in here anymore. She wants to go home.

Steve put his arm on his right shoulder. "We're really sorry."

Y/N looked up with tears running down her cheeks. "If she's gone, how can I go back?"

Both soldiers felt pity for her. Steve said, "We could try Dr. Strange to help you."

Y/N makes a slight nod. She hoped Strange could help her.

*****

But when Dr. Strange heard her story, he became quiet. So quiet that it made Y/N uncomfortable.

Strange sighed "If your friend is still alive, you could go back, but because she died, it's impossible."

"Huh?"

"This kind of magic only recognizes the creator and understands desire. Your friend created the magic circle, and you got transport here because she wants you to join her. That's why the portal opened again when you entered her house."

If the creator died, the magic wouldn't work, and the portal to return to the Y/N real world got disconnected.

"Does it mean I can't go back?"

Strange picked a book with his magic; he read it for a while and said, "It's not impossible. It will take time. Do you want to try?"

Y/N nodded her head multiple times. "Yes, yes."

Strange said to Steve and Bucky, "She will be my disciple. Both of you could leave now."

Steve and Bucky are relieved that Y/N has a chance to go home. They both knew how it felt like a person without a home and friends.

Steve gave her a phone number. "If you need someone to talk to, call us."

Y/N looked at the small paper on her phone, and her vision blurred again. If her friend is still here, she will be excited to get a phone number from her favorite characters.

But she's not here anymore, and Y/N has to survive.

"Thank you."

After that, Steve and Bucky returned, and Y/N followed Strange to study.

Her first day at Marvel Universe has started.

[buckyismybicycle]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

thank you for this, babe💖💖 I know I'm late to the party but I couldn't come up with a list LOL. It's so difficult??? to just??? pick something I'm proud of?? My favourite fics are not necessarily my best-written fics, but they all have a special place in my heart for different reasons!

hey now, you're an all star (get your game on, go play)

This was an obvious one, I think anyone who knows me saw this coming. It's just brought me so much... reprieve. relief. cathartic release. It's a combination of two of my loves - fandom and hockey. I never imagined the overlap between those two fandoms would be very big, but it has brought me SO many incredible friends. People that I talk to regularly, people who make me smile with a single comment, people who have supported and encouraged me to keep going when I was afraid to. I just don't have enough words to describe how much those relationships mean to me, seriously. @alavenderleaf @hannahshattuck @rohruh @fsbc-librarian I love you with all my heart.

i'm the furthest thing from heaven, but the closest to home

This was a fic I recently wrote, which started as a 2-3K one shot for @circaclementine, and then suddenly it took over. I wrote this for an All Caps Bingo challenge and was really determined to do it (all Clem's fault), which drove this to nearly 20K (which is really long for ME, okay!). It combined a lot of (A) what I love (wingfic, angels), (B) what I wanted to explore more of (Steve waking up without Buck and (C) challenging myself to find canon-adjacent moments that I could re-write and bring into my story. I took a lot of lines and moments straight from the MCU, which I hoped that made the fic even more "real" for some people and I have to thank Clem for this delightful challenge and all the subsequent support that I needed, lol. Still, I loved every moment.

it's not love

I really loved writing this one because it was one of the first parts of my "Seb Stan Series" ideas. It's a rare pair (1940s Bucky/Lee Bodecker) but in writing this, I felt a bit of a challenge in writing someone that wasn't just Bucky. I explored a lot more about my writing, and honestly I was actually really proud of this one after Maya helped me fall in love with it all over again. It's sweet, sad, and that basically sums me up as a writer.

so don't go (wasting all our feelings)

How could this not be on my list! It was a fic that I basically wrote with my best pals @cable-knit-sweater @mxaether. It was an honour to write with Maya, and I am continuously blown away by what we accomplished. 36K words?! Are you freaking kidding me! And of course, not only was Kam's art fucking mindblowing but the endless support for all of our collective shouting was very much needed. I just can't even tell you how much love is in this fic and how much love came out of it. I'm so proud of us, truly. Love you both so much.

spoil me

It started with SamBuckyTorres (spread your wings) but I wanted to delve more into Bucky/Torres. I thought "oh! It'd be so fun to do an age difference fic" with Daddy Bucky (I'd never written daddy kink before this fic) and I think I just enjoyed unleashing Bucky on Torres. It made writing Dom Bucky easier for me in my later fics, which is really obvious to me looking back now! Thank you Baby Bird/Slut. Sorry Hannah for dragging you down with me. 😘

teach me how to love

This is the fic that got me started in the Bucky/Reader fandom. I was just writing a simple one-shot and the comments/feedback I got were so amazing that I just kept going?! And going, and going, and going. It turned into a 23 chapter monster purely based on the feedback I got and the conversations I was having. It brought me my first batch of fandom friends, and I'm forever thankful for the friends I made, like YOU! Love you, Lana. Thank you for coming on this wild journey with me.🥰🥰

[anothersebastianblog]

Cute comment about Seb in an interview with a What If director. 😍 I loved the clip from the What If S3 episode with Winter Soldier & Red Guardian. I hope we get some hilarious interactions between Seb & David Harbour in Thunderbolts. 😆

“Sebastian Stan's hilarious. He always comes in, he always seems like he's like, ‘yeah, I don't know, man…’ It feels like he's shy or doesn't know. Like, am I doing this right? But we always get such great stuff from him. You know, he's such a perfect straight man, that Winter Soldier character.

“There was an episode that was a Season 2 episode [that’s now Season 3], and that episode turned out great. When those guys got that material in the booth, they're able to riff on that a little bit. Especially David Harbour. He just ate that up. He is so damn funny and brought so much hilariousness to the to the lines and riffed on new things.”

marvel.com/articles/tv-shows/what-if-director-bryan-andrews-season-2

[carewyncromwell]

Just because they've been in my sketchbook a long while and I haven't done anything with them since they didn't really turn out the way I wanted...here are a few unfinished doodles I've done over the last year!

Starting with the top left, we have Carewyn and Merman!Orion, as referenced in that one short Mermay AU I did a year ago with Carewyn as a performer on Coney Island --

In the midst of Carewyn singing this song, however, the other four members of the Circle of Khanna were startled to realize that the Manta – who’d been curled up out of sight in the tank at the far corner of the stage – had actually gotten up off the ground and floated up to the top of the tank, sticking his head out above the water and resting it down on his arms perched on the edge of the tank so he could listen. His eyes had even drifted closed while Carewyn was singing, as if relaxing. And when Carewyn stopped singing and actually looked up at him, his black eyes softened noticeably, and he nodded slowly and approvingly.

On the top right, we have an unfinished 10-year-old!Jacob, 2-year-old!Carewyn, and the old Bach family cat Ella under the Christmas tree, as referenced in this one short fic I did earlier this year around Father's Day --

As Jacob told the story [of Hansel and Gretel], he took every opportunity he could to make Carewyn laugh, putting on his best imitation of his snippy English teacher when reading for the woodcutter’s wife and a cackling, “old-lady” voice for the witch. It entertained both Carewyn and Jacob greatly. Carewyn liked the first story so much that Jacob went on to read two more – Little Red Riding Hood and Cinderella – after which Carewyn started to nod off. Her head drooped down onto her brother’s shoulder, and Jacob smiled fondly down at her before, taking care to avoid Ella the cat, he slid both himself and his little sister out from under the tree and scooped her up so he could carry her upstairs to bed. The old Siamese cat proceeded to follow Jacob and Carewyn upstairs, only breaking off once Jacob had put Carewyn to bed and closed the door.

Next, on the bottom left, we have Jacob's usual look while working as a barman for the Three Broomsticks, as referenced in this drabble I set during Carewyn's seventh year. (I didn't finish this one because seriously, Jacob, your muscled arms will be the death of me.)

The bottom middle obviously is Ghost-Bride!Carewyn from my Haunted Mansion AU, featuring the infamous clock featured in the original ride -- I'd been visiting Disneyland on one of my days off work that day, and while re-riding the Haunted Mansion (my personal favorite ride), I started drawing her in the queue and then finished her up while eating lunch at the Golden Horseshoe. I actually got a few families looking over my shoulder both in the line and at the restaurant watching me work, which made me blush! XD

And finally, thanks to some asks and prompts earlier this year making me remember how much I love him, the bottom right is my Marauder Era boy Ed Rosier and his OTL Regulus Black, back in their school days. Ed's face claim is Sebastian Stan, and when Ed was young, he used to dye his hair blond the way Seb has in some of his lesser-known non-Marvel-associated films (such as I'm Not Here). Ed did this as to better set himself apart from his older brother Evan, who Ed was constantly confused for, due to the two brothers' strong visual similarity, as well as constantly overshadowed by. It was only after losing Regulus, being disowned by his family, and learning of his brother's death that Ed went back to his natural hair color, making him much more resemble Seb as Bucky Barnes. Regulus's inspiration for this sketch was everyone's favorite fancast for him, Timothee Chalamet, even if personally I imagined Regulus having straight hair and looking much more like Skandar Keynes while originally reading the books.

Much love, all! Hugs and kisses! xoxo

[sebstanaddict]

Rewrite The Stars

Sebastian Stan x Reader Story

Summary: Reader is a woman trapped in a loveless and abusive marriage, struggling to keep herself together for the sake of her daughter, when she meets Sebastian. Despite his Hollywood star status, he unexpectedly shows her the love and care she’s been missing and her world begins to shift.

Reader finally crossed the line she never thought she would dare to cross with Sebastian, making her feel guilty yet alive. Sebastian was everything her husband wasn’t and she was torn between wanting to keep her marriage and be with Sebastian.

Warning : some non vulgar sexual references

Chapter : 6/15 (May add more)

Chapter List >

Word Count : 2k

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Chapter 6

The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the apartment. Y/n stirred, feeling a warmth she hadn't felt in years. Her head rested against Sebastian's chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat soothing her in a way that was almost surreal. She hadn't slept this peacefully in years, not since before her marriage had turned into a nightmare. For the first time in what felt like forever, she woke up with a smile.

Sebastian shifted beside her, his arm tightening around her waist, pulling her closer. She glanced up at him, his eyes still closed, his face relaxed. He looked so peaceful, so content. And for a moment, she allowed herself to believe that this, being with him, could be real. That maybe, just maybe, she could have a life where she was truly happy.

But as the reality of the situation began to settle in, the joy she felt started to unravel. The weight of her life, her marriage, her responsibilities, all came crashing back. She was still trapped. And the man lying next to her, the one she had fallen so deeply in love with, didn't deserve to be dragged down into the mess she was in.

Sebastian stirred, his eyes fluttering open. He looked down at her, his lips curving into a soft smile. "Morning," he murmured, his voice thick with sleep.

"Morning," Y/n whispered back, her heart aching as she looked at him. She wished they could stay like this forever, but she knew better.

Sebastian's smile faded slightly as he seemed to sense the shift in her mood. He propped himself up on one elbow, his hand gently brushing a strand of hair from her face. "You okay?"

Y/n swallowed hard, forcing herself to meet his gaze. "Seb, last night... it shouldn't have happened."

His brow furrowed in confusion. "Why not? We... Y/n, we care about each other. We've been building this for months."

"I know," she whispered, her voice trembling. "But my life is a mess, Seb. I'm married. I have a daughter. My husband... if he finds out..."

Sebastian's eyes darkened at the mention of her husband. He sat up fully, his hand still resting on her arm. "I don't care about him. I care about you. And I can help you, Y/n. I can get you out of this."

Y/n's heart clenched at his words. The sincerity in his voice, the way he looked at her as if he could fix everything - it was almost too much to bear. She wanted so badly to believe him, to accept his offer, but she couldn't.

"No, you can't," she said, shaking her head. "Seb, your image... it would be ruined. People would find out. You'd be branded as a homewrecker, as someone who took a married woman from her husband. And I have a child, Sebastian. People would talk about you dating someone with a child. They'd twist the story into something ugly, and I don't want that for you."

Sebastian's jaw tightened, frustration flashing in his eyes. "I don't care what people say. I love you, Y/n. I don't care about the headlines or the rumors. I just want to help you get out of this situation. You deserve better than this."

Tears welled up in Y/n's eyes as she shook her head again, her heart breaking as she realized what she had to do. "I can't let you ruin your life for me. I love you too much to put you through that."

Sebastian's expression softened, his hand cupping her cheek as he wiped away a stray tear. "You don't have to protect me, Y/n. I'm not afraid of any of that."

"I am," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I'm afraid of what will happen if we keep doing this. I can't ask you to wait for me to figure this out. You deserve someone who can be with you, without any complications. I can't give you that."

Sebastian's hand dropped from her cheek, his eyes filled with pain as he processed her words. "So... what? You're ending this? Just like that?"

Y/n's heart shattered as she nodded, tears slipping down her cheeks. "I don't want to, but I have to. You need to move on, Seb. You deserve so much more than what I can give you."

He sat there, silent for a moment, his eyes searching hers, as if trying to find some way to convince her to change her mind. But he could see the resolve in her face, the fear and love that drove her to this decision.

"I'm not going to stop caring about you," he said finally, his voice thick with emotion. "I can't just turn it off."

"I know," she whispered, her voice breaking. "But this... it's the only way."

Sebastian closed his eyes, his chest rising and falling with a deep breath as he tried to steady himself. When he opened them again, the pain was still there, but so was the determination. "I won't fight you on this. But I'm not leaving your life, Y/n. I'll still be here for you, whenever you need me. Even if we can't be together... I'll be here. Because I love you."

Y/n's tears fell harder as she nodded, her heart breaking even more at his words. "Thank you," she whispered. "For everything."

Sebastian leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead before pulling away, his eyes lingering on her face for a moment longer. Then, without another word, he stood and began to gather his things, his movements slow and reluctant.

As he reached the door, he turned back to look at her one last time, his eyes filled with all the things he couldn't say. "Take care of yourself, Y/n. And remember, I'm just a call away."

With that, he walked out, leaving Y/n sitting there in the quiet of her room, her heart aching with the weight of what she had just done.

And even though she knew it was the right thing, the only thing, it still hurt more than she had ever imagined.

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After she broke up with him, Y/n thought life would fall back into place, like the lines on a neatly folded paper. She told herself it was for the best, that her life would go back to the way it was. The silence between her and Sebastian felt necessary, like a wound that needed to heal. But instead of healing, it only deepened.

His presence had left a mark on her - one she couldn't erase. She tried to keep busy, drowning herself in mundane tasks, hoping she could numb the ache inside her. But his face, his touch, his whispered words stayed with her, haunting every corner of her mind. She would catch herself thinking about him in the quiet moments, longing for the way he had held her, the way he made her feel seen.

Every day, she found herself comparing everything, especially her husband's touch. His hands were rough and hurried, never lingering, always seeking his own satisfaction. He barely looked at her anymore, and when he did, it was with annoyance or indifference. When he touched her, it was as if she was nothing more than a vessel, a means to an end.

But Sebastian... Sebastian had worshipped her. He touched her like she was the most precious thing in the world. He made love to her with a tenderness she had never known, as if every moment was sacred, every breath between them shared. He had looked at her like she was someone worth cherishing, someone worth fighting for.

The contrast was unbearable.

One night, her husband came home late, angry about something she didn't ask about. The moment he walked through the door, she could feel the tension radiating off him. His eyes were hard, his tone biting as he barked orders at her. And when he wanted her, it wasn't a request - it was a demand.

That night, he didn't hold back. His hands bruised her skin, his weight crushing her as she tried to stifle her cries. She closed her eyes and drifted to another place, trying to remember what it felt like to be with Sebastian - to feel wanted, cherished, loved. But all she could feel now was the pain, the emptiness.

Afterward, she lay beside her husband in the dark, feeling broken, hollow. He had already turned over, asleep, as if nothing had happened. She stared at the ceiling, the silence pressing down on her like a suffocating weight.

Her fingers trembled as she reached for her phone. She wasn't thinking, wasn't sure what she was doing. But before she could stop herself, she typed out a message to Sebastian.

"I can't do this anymore."

She stared at the screen, her heart pounding. What was she doing? She had no right to reach out to him again. Not after she had pushed him away. But the pain, the loneliness - it was too much. She needed him.

Seconds passed, then minutes. She almost regretted sending the message, thinking he wouldn't reply. And maybe that was for the best. But then her phone buzzed in her hand, and her breath hitched.

"What happened?"

Her throat tightened as she read his message. Tears filled her eyes, and she quickly wiped them away, trying to hold herself together. But the words poured out before she could stop them.

"He hurt me again. It's always the same. I thought I could handle it, but I can't. I feel like I'm falling apart, Seb. I don't know what to do. I feel trapped. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have messaged you, but I didn't know who else to turn to."

There was a long pause before he replied.

"I'm coming over."

Her heart raced.

"No, don't. I didn't mean to drag you into this."

"I'm already on my way. Please, let me be there for you."

Y/n's hands shook as she put her phone down. She didn't want to see him, didn't want him to witness the mess her life had become. But at the same time, she needed him - more than she'd ever needed anyone.

An hour later, she met him on the street outside her building. Her heart twisted painfully as she saw him standing there, waiting for her. The concern in his eyes was like a knife to her chest, and she wanted to turn back, hide from him. But she couldn't.

"Y/n," he said softly, taking a step toward her. "What happened?"

She shook her head, unable to speak. Her throat was tight, her chest aching with the weight of everything she was feeling. She glanced around, not wanting anyone to see her like this.

He seemed to sense her discomfort. "Come on," he murmured, gently guiding her toward a narrow alley between two buildings. Once they were hidden from view, she collapsed into his arms, the floodgates opening.

"I can't do this anymore," she sobbed, her body trembling against his. "I feel like I'm drowning, and he just keeps pushing me under. He doesn't care, Sebastian. He doesn't care about me at all."

His arms tightened around her, his voice low and steady as he whispered, "You don't deserve this, Y/n. You don't have to live like this."

"I don't know how to leave," she whispered, her voice barely audible through her sobs. "I'm scared. I don't know what he'll do if I try to leave."

"I'll help you," Sebastian said, his voice fierce but filled with love. "You don't have to do this alone. We can go to the police. We can figure this out together. I'm here for you. Always."

She shook her head, the fear overwhelming her. "I can't. My daughter... She needs me. I can't tear everything apart. What if he hurts her?"

Sebastian pulled back slightly, looking into her eyes, his expression pained. "You're worth more than this, Y/n. You deserve to be loved, to be safe. I love you. I love you so much, and it kills me to see you like this."

Her heart shattered at his words. She wanted to tell him she loved him too, but the guilt and fear were too strong. She couldn't break free of the life she had built, no matter how much it was killing her inside.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I'm so sorry."

He cupped her face in his hands, his eyes filled with anguish. "Don't apologize. None of this is your fault. But you don't have to stay, Y/n. You don't have to keep letting him hurt you."

"I'm scared," she admitted, her voice trembling. "I'm so scared."

"I know," he said softly, pressing his forehead against hers. "But you're not alone. You never have to be alone again."

For a moment, she let herself believe it - let herself imagine what life could be like if she left, if she chose Sebastian. But the fear was too much. The uncertainty, the guilt - it was all too overwhelming.

"I can't," she whispered, pulling away from him. "Not yet."

The pain in his eyes was unmistakable, but he didn't push her. He simply nodded.

"I'll be here," he promised, his voice thick with emotion. "Whenever you need me. I'll always be here."

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving her standing in the cold alley, torn between the life she knew and the love she desperately wanted.

Chapter 7 >

[gifsbysimplysonia]

"In a better way to say it, she's like the female version of (Donald) Trump."

someone who says they are a Hayden fan commenting on Rachel Bilson

Am I back in the Stan/Evans fandoms??? Cuz here we have an individual obsessed with a woman (Rachel Bilson, Hayden Christensen's ex and mother of his child) - listens to all the podcasts, analyzes and tracks each Instagram post, knows all the dates and times of her paparazzi run ins - and claims to NOT be a fan.

Like...

You cannot be keeping THAT CLOSE OF TABS ON SOMEONE then claim to not be a fan. Unless you admit to being obsessed which almost never is the case.

This person has apparently doxxed Hayden's daughter school and is now victim blaming Rachel on different social media platforms.

Buckle up cuz I'm about to take y'all through this newly posted info and unfortunately show you how it's the same story in a different fandom and the behavior remains DANGEROUS. AS ALWAYS, I encourage everyone to go to the original information sources, ask questions and remain vigilant.

It's interesting cuz in the above source links, you can hear this individual claim to not be vocal in any Hayden-sphere online. Yet most of us who hang in online Hayden spaces can tell you of NUMEROUS times we've seen "people" claiming that Rachel is horrible in various ways and that Hayden's daughter isn't his. And I'm willing to bet most to all of those accounts making those allegations and comments would be traceable to this individual or people who know this individual. I base that on the comments made almost always saying the exact same things and being worded so similarly.

Actual quotes from some of the audio clips above include:

"My therapist and everything, they KNOW that I'm manifesting me and Hayden and stuff..."

The Chris Evans delulus here on Tumblr do this EXACT SAME SH!T, refusing to call his wife by her name and just by rude nicknames, "her," etc. It's not only a way to continually disrespect someone they don't like, it's a way to dehumanize these women and justify the gross behavior.

"There's no way we know what goes on behind the scenes and this woman..."

The CE delulus then turn around and claim to very much know what goes on behind the scenes because they have a network of people who just so happen to live in Chris Evans' home town and know him and blah blah blah.

Also happened in the Sebastian Stan fandom when fans/fan accounts began claiming various relationships of his going all the way back to the Global Health Crisis in 2020 were/are not genuine but for public relations only. This seems to be the go to excuse for fans to use when their fave begins a romantic entanglement they do not approve of.

"I don't watch her for the giggles or anything. It's mainly just at a very analytical and investigative approach."

Another through line between various fandoms. From Seb Stan to CE to now Hayden. People actually closely track and post about the comings and goings of this person they claim they can't stand...yet even that celeb's own fans probably don't know as much as these non-fans do. I've never seen someone try to claim the behavior is only for analysis and investigation though. That tells me that this person is actually self aware TO A POINT because they have these excuses at the ready for anyone who says, "But why do you know so much about this person you can't stand?"

"She plays victim like crazy. She like PLAYS VICTIM from what I've seen. In a better way to say it, she's like the female version of (Donald) Trump." 😐😐😐😐😐

Truly wild words as someone who lives in the United States and has had no choice but to pay attention to what goes on with that man. Hopefully even if you don't live in the US, you know who that man is and what he's like so you know I'm not lying when I say that this comparison is truly an out of this galaxy statement.

"Like, i care a lot about him, as you can see. I kind of like keep tabs on her for his sake, just to make sure that he's safe because she's unpredictable."

Again, not new behavior to me. These folks who claim to be fans express a desire to protect the object of their affection. Check my pinned post to see how the Evans delulus took that steps too far when they were telling Tumblr CE was mentally unwell and going to hurt himself if WE HIS FANS DID NOT RAISE 23,000 DOLLARS TO BUY HIM OUT OF HIS PR CONTRACT (with the woman who is now his wife). This behavior feels along the lines of a delusion of grandeur because these people declare themselves the protector of the celebrity but they have no actual personal connection to the celebrity. For clarification, this is PURE SPECULATION AND SPIT BALLING as someone who has just seen the same behavior in different fandoms for too many years.

Before Evans, I witnessed Seb Stan fans bombard him via Instagram when they felt as though one of his partners was not good enough for him and was damaging his reputation. The result of that behavior? Dude left social media altogether and has never returned.

"Her whoooooole entire page is just nothing but her. Her whole entire podcast even, it's nothing but her."

...wtf else is HER page and HER podcast supposed to be about?? Especially since if she was posting and talking about HER EX all day, this person would no doubt drag Rachel for THAT! Catch 22 situation fans love to put partners in because there's no way for them to win. And Rachel isn't even his current partner but because Rachel is a co-parent and has - from what has been shown and please remember most social media is CAREFULLY CURATED - a good relationship with other members of Hayden's family...Rachel continues to catch strays from people like this.

Again, please go to the source to see the screenshot but there's nothing to really add here. Self awareness and self deprication. Continuing to refuse to recognize the role Rachel plays in Hayden's life. It speaks to a lot of possible issues.

I doubt this person's therapist has been informed that they have taken this so far as to dox a school and put a child at risk. When called out on that behavior, anonymously on social media, this person (and to clarify I have ZERO PROOF it is this specific person but the way things are worded and what is being said has me convinced so it's the allegation I'm sticking with) is going around victim blaming Rachel for this. They actually have the audacity to say that it's Rachel's own fault for posting her daughter on social media, even though all of Rachel's photos of her daughter never include her face. And even if they did, a celebrity sharing their life is not an excuse or free pass to violate their privacy. Period.

It's odd to me how fans who behave this way see themselves as saviors or protectors but have zero regard for people that are very important to the object of their affection. Like, how can you claim to be a fan or care about someone "A LOT" only to turn around and put his child's mom and his daughter at risk??? How can you constantly be disrespectful to Rachel when Hayden never has been publicly, and would never endorse that behavior?

And you can swap out Rachel with Alba or Annabelle, and Hayden with Chris or Sebastian and it's eerie how the SAME BAD BEHAVIOR aligns throughout fandoms. Probably more fandoms I am not even in (I think Tom Hiddleston and Benedict Cumberbatch fandoms have gone through this too). The partner disrespect starts as soon as the relationship launches and continues well after it is confirmed and best lives are being led.

Sebastian Stan recently made comments at a public appearance suggesting he knows about the "this relationship is PR, he's actually so unhappy" allegations followers of his have made and I was stunned in the worst way possible. See that video, hear and read his comments HERE. People want to think that they can get online, say what they want, be horrible, and that the behavior exists in some kind of vacuum where not only will their fave never see how awful they are being but also there will be no consequences for what they are doing. Surprise!

PLEASE BE CAREFUL. While I absolutely endorse calling out bad behavior in fandoms, it is also extremely important to keep your own safety in mind as well. This new-to-me situation with this Hayden follower is turned up to eleven so to speak because a minor is involved, doxxing is involved, and to the wonderful person who was brave enough to post the texts and voice memos...they talked to this follower OFFLINE, which immediately makes me worry about their safety cuz this Hayden follower must have their phone number and real name (even if only first name).

And based on the follower getting the address of Hayden's daughter's school (as well as allegedly Hayden's home address and Rachel's home address), I just hope that the person who shared the information is taking the necessary precautions to keep themselves safe. ALWAYS BE WEARY OF TAKING ONLINE CONVERSATIONS INTO REAL LIFE for this exact reason. I'm also so sorry to this person because this follower seems to have done a lot of trauma dumping and as someone who has had that done to me and didn't handle it well...I just hope Draya (Twitter screen name) is OK.

In my past experience of trying to report online stalking, my local law enforcement told me I had to contact authorities "where it is happening" which means the place where the perpetrator lives/is posting from. If someone knows that info and is so inclined, they can TRY calling the non emergency number for the local authorities.

But to keep it 100, whether or not they get any traction is a crap shoot based largely on whoever answers the phone and how seriously they take this behavior. In my experience, the authorities didn't take it seriously and treated the situation as if it was a joke. But maybe if there's mention of a school and a minor from the jump, someone would be more inclined to listen. And if they did, it would then be on those authorities to reach out to law enforcement wherever the victims live. May be a long shot.

Please check these out. People have gone mad!! Like this is too serious now!!

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[dalishwolfhound]

Queuing to meet David Harbour rn. Got choice place in the line because I'm a fucking nerd and got here really early lmao

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

A Patient Man Chapter 1

Y/N: your name Y/L/N: your last name Y/E/C: your eye color Y/M/C: your Marvel character Y/H/C: your hair color

Summary: Sebastian swore to never fall for another co-star again. Until Y/N drops into his life.

Next chapter

Sebastian was totally screwed. He had promised himself never to fall for another costar again, and yet here he was, pining after this new, rising star of an actress, Y/N L/N, who had literally been plucked from obscurity and became an overnight acting and singing sensation. He was skeptical when he first heard from the director that there was a new character being introduced into the Marvel cinematic universe, and specifically into his character, Bucky Barnes’, storyline. Not only was he skeptical of the latecomer, but also because the director told him the actress was new to the business and had never acted in anything besides high school and college plays and musicals. But the director was excited about her, and told Sebastian she was extremely talented for having so little experience, especially with her singing. Sebastian never expected to be completely floored by her.

The moment he met her he was astounded by her kindness, humor, compassion, open-mindedness, but mostly by her fierce love for people and how much she liked physical contact with others. She always seemed to be cuddling with a co-star on set, holding hands with Elizabeth Olsen or pinching Scarlett Johanssen’s butt in passing. Sebastian lived for the moments when she would waltz over and give him a long hug, or cuddle up to him when she was tired, or randomly hold his face in her hands and just stare at him for a minute, smiling, like she was trying to memorize every little part of him. He couldn’t help but smile like an idiot whenever he saw her, his heart doing a flip when she was near, and feeling extreme jealousy when she was close with anyone else. But that’s just how she always was. It was her love language, and quickly turning into his as well.

Her infectious giggle rang through the air and his head whipped to the direction it came from. The Marvel cast was in a large venue, meeting the thunderous applause of the excited fans waiting in line, and yet he could pick her voice out of the crowd. Y/N was hugging Chris Evans and laughing as he picked her up and swung her around in a circle. Sebastian felt the nasty little green monster called Jealousy bare its teeth in his heart and he slightly hung his head in shame, still watching them out of the corner of his eye. He knew Chris was harmless, only saw Y/N as a friend, yet couldn’t help but stare daggers at him.

“Chill, dude,” Anthony Mackie muttered to him as the line of fans kept moving.

“What?” Sebastian quickly turned to look at him.

“Oh come on, man, you’re being totally obvious,” Anthony smirked.

“Ugh, I know,” Sebastian sighed, reverting his attention to the kids in front of him dressed as Captain America and Black Panther. “Great costumes guys, you look better than Chris and Chadwick combined!” he praised. The fans smiled and quickly took a selfie with him and Mackie before moving on with the rest of the fans filing into the lecture hall area.

“Nobody looks better than me in that suit, Stan, and you know it!” Chris walked up behind them, Y/N following close behind.

Sebastian laughed at Chris, giving him a quick hug, then turned to his favorite face and smiled adoringly at her. “Hi Y/N.”

“Hi, Seb,” she smiled back, taking his hands in hers. “How are you?” She looked right in his eyes, making him feel like he was melting into a puddle from her Y/E/C-eyed stare.

He rubbed her soft hands in his, clutching tighter so she couldn’t leave just yet. “I’m good,” he could feel himself blushing, “how are you?”

“I’m amazing,” she giggled, “I saw a whole group of little girls dressed up as Y/M/C, it was so cool! All of them dressed as me, I never thought I’d see something like that.” She was slightly jumping in front of him from excitement, and he laughed at her antics.

“It is pretty cool when they dress up as you,” he agreed. “Makes you feel pretty special, huh?”

“Oh yeah!” she laughed, her blinding smile lighting up her features. “Though to be honest I’m pretty tired,” she spoke quietly, moving closer so he could hear her. Sebastian took another look at her and could see that her eyes looked to be a bit duller than usual. This long press tour was reaching its sixth week and they had constantly been traveling to different states, countries and continents, talking to thousands of people, taking millions of pictures, and she had never done it before. She was putting on a brave face, but he could tell she missed her kids.

Y/N was a single mother. Sebastian had been surprised by that fact at first, but after he met her kids while on set, her motherly nature made him fall for her more than before. She had been married before, had two children with her husband, but then he had suddenly died from a brain aneurysm about 2 years before she had been discovered by the director of the movie. Being a single mom had never been the plan for her, but in his opinion, coming from a single mother himself, she was succeeding immensely on her own. He also fell in love with her kids. They were extremely well-mannered and relaxed in nature, just like her, but had the cutest personalities that made him love spending time with them. Her daughter, Lulu, was always singing, (also just like her mother), and dancing around, constantly chatting to anyone who would entertain her. Her son, Ollie, was the quiet observer who didn’t feel the need to talk much, but had the sweetest laugh. He would usually babysit them on set if she needed to do a scene that he wasn’t in with her. They called him Sebby, and he called them his munchkins.

Y/N hadn’t seen them in almost a full month. She didn’t want them on the road so much and had left them with her parents for a while. But they were still so young that she felt she was missing out on them growing, even if only for a month. Sebastian missed them, too, but couldn’t imagine what it felt like for her. He gave her a warm smile and squeezed her hands, then pulled her into a hug. He could feel her melt into him and his head felt fuzzy. “I miss them, too,” he whispered to her. She looked up at him with an unreadable expression, and he waited for her reaction. Y/N finally gave him a small smile, her eyes starting to well up a little which she quickly brushed away with a laugh. He smiled back at her and hugged her once more before reluctantly letting go of her. She kept her arm looped with his as they followed the other stars to the stage of their latest Marvel panel, fans screaming as they came into the light.

***

“Y/N! How has it felt being the newbie among all these big actors in these movies?” the fan asked at the microphone.

Y/N smiled at her and leaned forward to her mic. “It’s been amazing, a little intimidating at times, but overall a lot of fun. I feel like I’ve learned so much from all of them and made some really meaningful, lasting friendships. They’re like my family.”

Sebastian smiled at her as she finished speaking. The audience cheered after her answer and the next fan came up to the mic to ask a question.

“Hi, I’m a big fan of the MCU. My question is also for Y/N, actually.” Y/N leaned forward again and smiled at him, awaiting his question. “My question is, Y/N, what do you think your late husband would think of you kissing and having a love scene with one of your costars?”

Sebastian immediately saw red. He leaned forward quickly, slapping his hand on the panel table. “What did you just say?” he said loudly. The other co-stars started chastising the fan as well, telling him what he said was inappropriate, how dare he ask her such a question, that he was being incredibly rude. The fan started blubbering as they shouted at him, trying to apologize, but the damage was done. The fans in the audience gasped and booed him loudly as he desperately looked around for an ally. Sebastian stopped yelling and looked at Y/N. She sat quietly in her seat, staring at the fan with furrowed brows, her hands folded together. She seemed to be waiting patiently for everyone to stop talking. He reached over and put his hand over hers. She slowly looked at him, eyebrows still furrowed, looked at his hand on hers, then back to his eyes.

“Are you okay?” he asked quietly. She blinked, then slowly gave him a small smile, moving her hand out from his so she could comfortably hold it. He gave her a lopsided smile back and rubbed her knuckles with his thumb. She looked back at his hand again, then looked towards the fan that was trying to walk away.

“I want to answer the question,” she announced into the mic. Everyone on the panel whipped their heads to look at her, the audience noise quickly died down, the rude fan looked like he was about to shit himself.

“You know what my dead husband would say to me kissing Sebastian Stan in this movie?” she replied, a menacing undertone to her otherwise soft spoken voice. The rude fan stared wide-eyed at her. “He’d say, ‘Get it, girl.’ That’s what my dead husband would say.”

The whole room erupted in applause. Sebastian stared at her, eyes wide and a huge smile on his face. Anthony stood up hollering, “That’s right! She told you! Yaaas Queen!” Chris threw his head back laughing, right hand over his left boob as he always does, everyone else clapping, nodding their heads to what she said. The rude fan quickly left after people started pushing him out of the venue hall.

Sebastian was still holding Y/N’s hand, and he could feel her squeezing his hand, as she watched the fan leave. Her face was still stern, making sure the fan left, and once he was through the doors she relaxed her grip. Sebastian gave her hand a small squeeze to grab her attention. She looked back over at him, her eyes softening as she looked at him and a small side smile lighting up her face again. He smiled at her then pulled her in for a hug. She hugged him back tightly. He could tell she was trying to ground herself after the whole ordeal. Her anxiety tended to flare up in crowd settings like this, and for someone to try to call her out on something like that in front of everybody probably had her struggling to breath for a minute. The audience cheered louder as they hugged each other.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered in her ear. Y/N slightly shivered in his hold and a little flare of hope sparked in his heart that maybe he had just as much effect on her as she had on him. He felt her smile against his cheek and she whispered back, “Thank you.”

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if you don't think jj was actually written to be in love with pope do you think it just came out that way because rudy decided to play him as gay?

i genuinely don’t have an answer to this because i know next to nothing about the cast and haven’t watched any interviews. like.. has rudy actually said he was playing jj as gay? has he just hinted at it, maybe? has he not said anything at all and us queer!jj truthers just say it because that’s how we’ve interpreted his performance??

and tbh the better question is probably was he intentionally playing jj to be in love with/having feelings for pope specifically? 

my gut says no. my gut says it was an accident, but one that he would probably be happy to explore if given the chance??? but again, i haven’t seen a single interview so i don’t actually know.