Angel

Mafia!Sebastian Stan x Baker!Reader

Warning: Oral sex (f receiving), angst, feelings???, unintentional exhibition, let me know if i missed any!

Summary: You never thought you’d be standing at the door of a murderer, but here you are.

A/n: I’m so sorry this part took so long, but i lost motivation halfway through :( I’ll have the next part up soon!

“Here’s your dress, Ms. Y/l/n,” The man says, flashing his smile at you. You give him a tight-lipped smile as you dig through your purse, pulling out your credit card. You’ve been getting ready for your date all day, going shopping for new shoes, buying yourself some new lipstick, and now, you’re picking up your dress from the dry-cleaners’.

You wouldn’t say your exactly excited about this date, but it’s something to get your mind off of last night. You can’t believe you got off to a murderer.

Your parents raised you better than that.

When you called your best friend up, she hooked you up with the seemingly perfect man. You’d met her friend multiple times before, but never thought of him in that sense.

“It’s already paid for.” The man states. You lift your head to look at him, furrowing your eyebrows.

“What? No, I haven’t paid for it,” You insist, grabbing your dress. The man across from the counter smiles, shrugging his shoulders.

“It was paid for by the name of…” He starts, grabbing the receipt to look at it. “Mr. Stan?”

Your lips part in shock, your shoulders falling.

Seriously?

This is what he’s doing now? He’s bribing you to come by his house? You sigh, tucking the dress under your arm and walking out of the small store. You drive all the way home, angry at Sebastian.

What does he not understand? You don’t want anything to do with him. He’s a bad person! How are you supposed to ignore him if he’s calling you and paying for your things?

You walk through your front door, shutting it behind you. You toss the dress over onto your couch, groaning. You wish you could just lay in bed all night, instead of having to go on this date.

You walk down your hallway, entering your bedroom. On your bed sits a white box, with a note on top. You jerk your head around, making sure you’re not being followed. You’re sure you locked your door, you’re positive.

Your heart thumps in your chest, knowing exactly who was in your home. But how?

You walk forward, picking up the small note.

‘If you’re going to be with another man, you might as well look good while you’re doing it. Thank me later’

The hair on the back of your neck stands up as you drop the note, tearing into the box. You lift the lid to reveal a set of white, lacey lingerie. It’s beautiful, you can’t deny that. The flower covering the nipple portion of the bra is gorgeous. You run your finger across the top of the lingerie, picturing yourself in this set.

You’ve never worn lingerie, but you think you just might tonight.

—–

“And so I told 'em, I can’t file your taxes if you’re unemployed!” Jake says, laughing so hard his shoulders are shaking. You fake a laugh, gritting your teeth. Your date has been telling a “joke” about doing taxes for the past 30 minutes.

The restaurant is loud and cluttered. Your black dress is wrapped tightly around your body, as if it’s begging you not to take it off for this man. Your white lingerie is hugging your body, reminding you of a certain man.

You’re bored out of your mind, but you don’t want to be. You really wanted to go on this date to forget about Sebastian, but it seems you’re only thinking about him more. You find yourself comparing Jake to Sebastian, only for Jake to fall short.

You really tried to be interested in Jake, but it’s impossible. How are you supposed to forget about Sebastian when he’s so… Enchanting? How are you ever supposed to be with another man if Sebastian keeps popping up randomly?

“I have to go,” You blurt out, scooting your chair out from under the table. Jake furrows his eyebrows, looking up at you as you stand.

“What? Why?” He asks. You ignore him, scrambling to find your pocketbook. Once you have it, you rush to exit the restaurant, one thing on your mind.

If you ever want to be with someone else, you have to tell Sebastian to leave you alone.

——-

You stare at the door in front of you, swallowing the lump in your throat. The taxi ride here was dreadful, a million scenarios running through your head, not sure which one will actually play out.

It’s dark outside, but you can’t bring yourself to knock on the door. Sebastian is a killer.

Had you forgotten that when you randomly decided to show up at his house? Who says he won’t kill you tonight? You know what he’s capable of. Before you can convince yourself to turn around, the door is opening, revealing a very confused Sebastian.

He’s dressed in his usual— tight, black pants and a black dress shirt. His cross necklace is nestled in his chest hair, where the top two buttons are undone. Sebastian flickers his eyes up and down your body, drinking your image in. You almost forget what you’re there for, until he flashes his white smile.

“What a pleasant surprise,” He says, stepping to the side. You plant your feet on the ground, stopping yourself from going inside. You came here to do one thing, and you know if you go inside, it’ll be hard to leave.

“You have to leave me alone,” You say, your voice shaky. Standing up to a man who has murdered somebody wasn’t necessarily on your bucket list, but here you are. Before Sebastian can respond, you continue.

“You can’t keep popping up in my life. No more paying for my stuff, no more texting me, no more inviting me over,” You demand. Sebastian leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest.

“And why’s that?” He asks, his voice deep.

“You’re a bad man, Sebastian. I watched you murder somebody, I can’t be with someone like that,” You say, watching as Sebastian steps forward. There’s a new smirk on his face, one you haven’t seen yet. He uncrosses his arms, dropping them by his side.

“If I’m such a bad man, why are you wearing the lingerie I bought you?”

You gulp, taking a deep breath. He can’t possibly know you have it on under your dress, can he? You take a step backward, creating distance between the two of you. “I don’t,” You answer, your voice quiet.

Sebastian steps forward again, lifting his arm and reaching it out to you. He hooks his index finger beneath the strap of your dress, lifting it from your skin. The white strap of your lingerie becomes visible, a smile growing on his face. “Why are you lying to me, huh?”

He pops the strap back against your skin, his hand falling down to caress your arm. “You know better than to lie to me,” He says, his voice laced with authority. You can feel your mind slipping already, dragging you under, making it harder for you to deny him. His face is inches from yours, his eyes flickering down to your lips.

Cold chills pop up on your arm, where he’s caressing it. “Did he touch you?” He asks, watching as you shake your head, unable to speak. You’ve never been so fucked out, without even being touched. Sebastian leans forward, his nose brushing against yours.

“Good girl,”

With that, you let go, pushing forward and kissing him. His hands drop from your arm to your waist, pulling you inside. He shuts the door behind you, his lips moving with yours. You feel your breath get trapped in your throat, too mesmerized to remember to breathe. He grabs your waist again, pulling you forward as he walks backward. The kiss is eager, desperate, everything you thought it would be.

You feel yourself being pushed against something hard and cold, but you only focus on Sebastian’s hands gripping you, his lips pulling you in. He pulls away, pressing his forehead against yours. You’re able to see where you are now, taking it all in. You’re in his kitchen, your back pressed against the counter. It’s one of the nicest kitchens you’ve been in, but you’re not thinking about that right now.

“Let me taste you,” He breathes, licking his lips. A smirk grows on his face as he squeezes your ass through your dress. “Or am I too bad for that?”

You roll your eyes, reaching up and tangling your fingers in his hair, pushing him down until he’s on his knees. Sebastian smiles up at you, his hands bunching the bottom of your dress up, revealing your white panties. He presses a kiss to the inside of your thighs, his eyes on yours. “Beg me,” He demands, earning a whimper out of you.

You’ve never been good at being vocal in the bedroom– especially not with men. You’ve always felt more confident in the bedroom when you’re with a girl, but you feel completely lost when it comes to being with a man. But you’ve never wanted anything more, so you’ll do whatever he wants you to do.

“Please, let me feel you,” You whisper, tugging on his hair, trying to pull him closer to your center. You can feel yourself soaking through your panties, sticking to the inside of your thighs. Sebastian shakes his head, seemingly unsatisfied with your plea.

You pout, swinging one leg over his shoulder, his face practically touching your panties. “Need you so bad, Seb, ’m aching,” You mutter, tears threatening to slip out. You think you might actually die if he doesn’t start touching you soon.

Sebastian chuckles quietly, reaching up and pulling your panties down your leg. He moans when you’re exposed, your folds glistening and gleaming for him. He spreads you apart with his thumbs, a string of your arousal spreading between your thighs. “So fucking perfect,” He mumbles, his thumb moving to your swollen bud.

You tighten your grip on his hair, resting your head against the cabinet behind you. You close your eyes, letting bliss overtake you. Sebastian presses his thumb against your clit, gently rubbing circles, looking up at you. “Does that feel good, doll?”

You nod, taking your bottom lip between your teeth. Your moan is trapped in your throat, scared to let go. You’re caught off guard when he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking it into his mouth. He sucks on it gently, while keeping your folds spread with his fingers. You moan quietly, working up the courage to become undone. Your stomach tightens, your head filled with fireworks.

When the sensation becomes too much, he pulls away, burying his face between your legs, licking and slurping up every trace of you. His tongue pushes its way into your tight hole, spreading you open. He fucks you with his tongue, earning another moan out of you. This one is loud, louder than you thought it would be.

Sebastian moans against you, reaching up and cupping your ass, pulling you closer to his face. He adds his finger, your cunt clenching around it. You pant above him, your fingers tightening in his hair. You’ve never been this gone before, especially not so quickly.

You don’t care that he’s a bad man. You don’t care that he’s done bad things. You don’t care that he has blood on his hands.

You are completely crazy for this man.

Sebastian looks up at you, his eyes dazed, locked onto yours. “Cum for me, doll,” He rasps, his lips pink and swollen. Your moan gets trapped in your throat as you struggle to keep your orgasm at bay.

But how could you? The most powerful man you’ve ever met is on his knees for you, doing everything in his power to make you feel good.

Despite the clear power imbalance between the two of you, you’ve never felt more powerful.

You feel a wave of pleasure wash over your body, your legs shaking, trapping Sebastian between them. Sebastian coaxes you through your orgasm, pulling back and resting his cheek against the inside of your thigh. You look down at him, attempting to catch your breath.

“Holy shit,” You mutter, watching as he rises to his feet. He smugly licks his lips. reaching out and stroking your jaw with his hand. He stares in your eyes, opening his mouth as if he wants to say something, but he’s interrupted by the sound of footsteps. You both turn to face the man at the bottom of the stairs, who’s dressed in the same outfit as Sebastian.

The man with the brown hair and blue eyes clears his throat, smirking. “Sounds like you’re busy, so I’ll show myself out,” He says, turning to the door. You turn to face Sebastian, your face red and full of anger.

You can’t believe he had people over! He ate you out in the middle of the kitchen, knowing anyone could walk down and see you? You know the mysterious man heard you! When Sebastian turns to face you, his smile drops, his eyebrows furrowing.

“What?”

“You are unbelievable! Am I some sick game to you?” You ask, pulling your dress back down. You grab your phone, walking to the door. Sebastian follows you, reaching out and grabbing your waist, spinning you back around to face him.

“What are you talking about? I thought we were having a good time?” He asks. You huff, shaking your head. The way you feel now is a major contrast from how you felt earlier. Instead of feeling powerful and divine, you feel cheap and dirty. Did he just use you to make himself feel good? Did he want to show off his skills to his friend?

“You had someone over, Sebastian! I thought you really wanted me, not to just use me to make yourself feel good,” You say, pulling your arm back.

Sebastian’s face drops, allowing you to see a glimpse of what’s going on his head. Before you can figure it out, he’s rolling his eyes, clenching his jaw. “You said it yourself, y/n,” He spits, causing you to flinch.

You hadn’t realized how used to 'doll’ you’d become. Now, hearing him say your name is a harsh slap of reality, reminding you that he’ll never be anything to you and you’ll never be anything to him.

“I’m a bad man; What did you expect?”

You swallow down your response, deciding it isn’t worth it anyway. He’s right, and you know it. He’ll never be the person you deserve– the one that shows up at your door with flowers or the person who tells you how much he loves you every day.

You open the door, walking out and slamming it behind you. You rest your back against the door, taking a deep breath.

He’ll never be the one you deserve, but he’ll always be the person you want.

Sweeter Than Sugar

Mafia!Sebastian Stan x Baker!Reader

Warning: mentions of guns, murder, mafia!sebastian, cheating (not involving reader), dark themes obvs, angst,

Summary: When a customer offers to take you on a date, you never imagined you’d end up with blood on your dress.

A/n: This is different for me, but I think I really like it! Obviously there’s going to be another part, so keep your eye out for this new series!

“And that’ll be $24.99,” You say, flashing a smile at your customer. You watch as she walks out, carrying her small bag. The bakery is busy with workers— some cleaning up tables, some baking fresh goodies, some putting away supplies…

The soft music overhead seems to fade out when he walks in. You never get used to seeing him walk through those doors. You always expect it, but somehow, it always catches you off guard.

Ever since you opened your bakery up two years ago, he’s come in every single Wednesday. Without fail.

He always buys the same thing, 2 rainbow cake pops and a bottle of water to wash it down. The first time he came in, you had to have someone else to check him out. You were so flustered you could barely focus.

His blonde hair and blue eyes were too much for you to handle.

“Y/n, how are you today?” Landon asks, walking up to the counter. His broad shoulders are covered with a brown leather jacket, complimenting his forest green sweater perfectly.

You blush, jerking your head over to your baking station. “Follow me, wanna show you something,” You say, completely ignoring his question. You reach behind your waist and tighten your apron, wanting it to look as flattering as possible.

Even though Landon’s been coming in the store for two years, he’s never seen you outside of work. You keep thinking he’ll ask you on a date, or even ask for your number, but he never does. He only sees you with your hair in a bun, flour in your hair, and dressed in an old apron.

Landon follows you to where your mixer is, curiosity running through his veins. “Don’t tell me you’re tweaking your recipes,” He starts, raising an eyebrow. He looks around your counter, seeing your ingredients spread out. “You know what I always say— don’t mess with perfection,”

You giggle quietly as you pick up a small cupcake, topped with rainbow icing. You motion for Landon to take a bite, your smile spreading across your face. You had been working on this recipe for weeks, wanting to get it just right.

Landon closes his eyes as he takes a bite, his pink lips grazing your dainty fingers. Your heart skips a beat as you wait for his response, the noise of the bakery drowning out in the background. Landon hums as he licks his lips, a smile spreading out across his face. “This is amazing, y/n, what is this?”

“It’s the same thing as the cake pops you order, just—“

“Lando!” You hear a voice ring out, causing your head to snap to the bakery door. There’s a tall man standing in the doorway, his arms open, a smug smirk on his face. He’s dressed in a black suit, rings decorating his slender fingers.

Landon’s body language changes immediately, his shoulders tensing up and his smile vanishing. You move your head back to Landon, a confused look on your face. You don’t know anything about the man at the door, but you know something’s not right.

Before you can ask Landon who his friend is, the man at the door walks behind the counter, eyeing you up and down. You’ve never felt more naked.

“You can’t come back here,” You say, meeting his eyes. The man seems uncomfortable with the eye contact, but he doesn’t back down.

“Landon, introduce me to your friend,” He says, extending his hand. You flicker your eyes down to his knuckles, noticing the bruises hiding under the gold rings. Landon clears his throat, nodding over to you.

“Uh, this is y/n,” He says, grimacing as Sebastian chuckles deeply. Sebastian looks you up and down, licking his lips. You can feel a shiver run up and down your spine, practically shrinking your image. You don’t like the way he’s staring at you, you’ve never had someone look at you like this.

Sebastian tears his eyes from you, looking back at Landon. “This is the one you’ve been talking about, huh?” He asks, a smug look on his face. Your heart skips a beat as you imagine Landon talking about you.

It’s clear these men are friends, but you can’t ever imagine them interacting together. Landon is so… Soft. He eats rainbow cake pops and giggles and blushes.

The man before you is so rugged. Dressed in black, bruises on his knuckles, smug.

“Why don’t you ask her on a date?”

The question— no, order— takes you by surprise. For years, you’ve been flirting with Landon with no date in sight. What is this man’s end game? Why, after 2 years, is he in your bakery, demanding Landon to take you on a date?

Landon clears his throat, doing his best to fake a smile. If you were anybody else, it would convince you. “Sebastian is hosting a dinner party Friday. I’d love if you came with me,”

Dinner party? Sebastian? It only now occurs to you that you were never properly introduced to the man, only telling him your name. Sebastian doesn’t seem like the type to host a dinner party.

He seems like the type to scoff at dinner parties.

But still, Landon is asking you on a date. Who are you to question what Sebastian likes or doesn’t like? You’ve been waiting on this for two years.

So, you smile, your cheeks blushing. “I’ll be there,”

————

Your eyes widen as the house comes into view, the reality of your date setting in. You were shocked when Landon pulled up in a luxury car, the red leather matching your black dress perfectly, but nothing could’ve prepared you for this fucking mansion.

“Is this yours?” You ask, breathless. The car ride there was silent, except for the occasional question here and there. You can’t help but notice Landon is completely different outside of the bakery.

His jokes, his laughter, his charisma… It’s all gone.

You chalk it up to the nervousness of the date, forcing yourself to relax and enjoy the moment. Landon glances over at you as he puts the car in park, behind the many other black cars in the driveway. “No, this is Sebastian’s place. It’s been in his family for years,” He says, unbuckling his seatbelt.

Sebastian.

You’d almost forgotten the arrogant man would be here. After all, it is his party you’re going to.

“Speaking of Sebastian, what’s up with him?” You ask, watching as Landon gets out of the car. You keep your eyes on him as he walks to your side, opening your door. His black dress shirt is tight against his biceps, his gold chain dangling from his neck.

Landon chuckles lightly, shaking his head. “He’s something, that’s for sure,”

He leads you to the doorway, placing his hand on the small of your back. The gesture forms butterflies in your stomach, distracting you from the way Landon uses a key to get into the house. As the door opens, music floods your ears, lights glaring in your face.

There are close to a hundred people in the large room, all dressed in their best. Suddenly, you feel insecure about your choice of outfit. Sure, you look good, but not as good as some of these women.

“Lando!” You hear a voice shout, causing you to roll your eyes. You’d hoped you be able to avoid Sebastian for at least a little bit. You don’t know what it is about Sebastian that you can’t stand, but you’d prefer if you never had to see him again.

Landon stiffens beside of you, chuckling nervously. You watch as Sebastian makes his way over to you, a smug smile on his face. Once again, he’s dressed in a dark suit, his hair slicked back. You can’t deny he’s a good looking guy, but you can’t get over how cocky he is.

“Seb,” Landon says, moving his hand from your back, extending it to shake Sebastian’s hand. Sebastian keeps his eyes on you the whole time, looking you up and down.

“Y/n,” He says, his voice dropping. You can’t be bothered to respond to him, knowing he’ll take whatever you say and spin it. You scoff, walking off, over to where the open bar is. You quickly order your fruity drink, already ready to end this night.

You wish your first date with Landon would’ve been something else, something different, but you’ll take what you can get after your ex-boyfriend. You haven’t been on a date in YEARS, thanks to your pickiness and your standards. You can feel Sebastian staring a hole through you, unfamiliar with women brushing him off.

Sebastian clears his throat, raising the glass in his hand. The light music stops, the dancing coming to a halt. “Now that everyone is here, we can finally enjoy the party,” He announces, catching your attention.

He was waiting for you for the party to begin?

You shake your head, slightly rolling your eyes. Why did your absence from the party make a difference? And what does he even mean, anyway? The party seemed to be doing just fine without you. Sebastian walks the perimeter of the room, his eyes on each person he passes.

Most people are frozen– because of fear or interest, you don’t know.

The overhead light shines down on him, your eye catching the glimpse of the gun tucked in the back of his pants. The gun heightens your attention, your blood pumping through your veins. Why is this civilian carrying a gun? It’s not something you see every day, certainly not at such a formal event.

Then again, you know Sebastian is no ordinary man, despite only meeting him twice.

“Most of you know why we’re here, right? To celebrate 15 years in the business,” Sebastian announces, glancing over at an older man. The older man resembles Sebastian, except for the grey hair and the extra weight.

“Well, 15 years since dad so kindly handed the business over to me,”

You sense tension in the room, but you’re not sure why. Everyone seems to be having a good time. Everyone seems to be completely focused on Sebastian.

The room is completely silent, which is not what you expected. You expected the room to explode in applause and whistles, congratulating their friend for his success in “The Business”. You grip your drink tighter, suddenly feeling claustrophobic.

This isn’t right.

You dare to be the first person to move, making your way to Landon, who’s frozen in his spot. “I want to leave,” You whisper, your eyes darting across the room.

You wouldn’t say you’ve necessarily been sheltered your whole life, but you’ve never felt like this before. You’ve never felt so unsure of what was happening, but so sure that your safety is in jeopardy. Sebastian goes silent again, your hair standing up on the back of your neck.

You hear his steady footsteps against the hard floor, stopping when he’s less than a foot away from you. “What some of you don’t know is that we’ve had money missing,”

You tear your eyes away from Landon, standing next to him, your eyes meeting Sebastian’s.

Money?

Your chest rises and falls as you try to regulate your heart rate. Everything in you is telling you to run.

So why can’t you?

Out of the corner of your eye, you see 10 men step out from the crowd, standing slightly behind the man in front of you. You can’t help but to notice something you’ve not noticed before.

They all have the same tattoo on their neck.

“Money, that I’m fairly certain I left Landon to watch over,” Sebastian says, his arm reaching behind his back. Your head snaps over to Landon, your eyes wide. Has he stolen money from Sebastian? You didn’t take him as a criminal.

Why would Landon take money from his boss? What business does Sebastian run?

Landon swallows the lump in his throat, his throat tightening. When you look back at the men in front of you, Sebastian has a gun pointing at Landon’s head. You can’t process it before Sebastian is ordering Landon to get on his knees.

You stare back at Sebastian, your eyes filling with tears. This isn’t how you expected your first date to go. Your life is in danger because of this man, because of this stranger. You thought after two years of flirting back and forth, seeing him every week, you knew him.

But you were wrong.

You’re not sure what kind of “business” Sebastian is running, but you’re fairly certain you won’t be making it out alive.

“What a shame, huh? I really liked you,” Sebastian says, keeping eye contact with Landon. He smirks, letting out a deep chuckle. “Liked your wife better, though,”

You suck in a sharp breath as Landon clenches his jaw, staring up at Sebastian. “What did you do to my wife?!” He shouts, his face red.

Wife.

Your bottom lip starts trembling, blindsided by this news. Sebastian turns his head to you, his smile gone, replaced by a pitied pout. “Aw, I’m sorry sweetheart. I didn’t want you to find out this way, but something had to be done,” He pouts, his voice laced with humor.

Your attention is brought back to the gun when Sebastian takes a step forward, pressing the barrel of the gun to Landon’s forehead. You tear your eyes away, looking out into the crowd. They all seem so unphased; why isn’t anyone doing anything?

Why isn’t anyone calling the cops?

Before you can put two and two together, a loud bang rings out beside you, followed by a loud thump. No one in the crowd even flinches, but you jump out of your skin, traumatized. You feel the stickiness of the blood splattered on your skin, on your dress, but you can’t do anything about it.

You bring yourself to look beside you, your eyes filling with tears as you watch blood pool out of Landon’s head. With a simple whistle, Sebastian’s 10 men are moving to drag Landon out of the room, without so much as an explanation.

Sebastian turns his back to you, opening his arms. “Let’s get back to it,” He shouts, earning cheers from the crowd. You stand, frozen, tears running down your cheeks. While everyone else is dancing and drinking, you’re left to deal with what just happened.

If it wasn’t clear before, it’s clear now: Something is deathly wrong with this party.

You drop your glass, letting it shatter at your feet. You grasp your dress, your feet running before your mind can even catch up. You weave and bob through the people, pushing the front door open. Your heart is pounding in your chest, your breath stinging in your throat. You run until you can no longer hear the music, until you can no longer smell the smell of death.

You’re not sure where you are, or how long you’ve been running, but you sit down on the sidewalk, sobbing. Your feet are aching, your legs are burning, and you can hear the sound of the gunshot ringing in your ears.

You try to figure out exactly where it all went wrong. Was it when Landon first walked into your bakery? Was it when he finally made a move? Was it when Sebastian walked in?

You go back to every Wednesday for two years, wondering what you could’ve done differently to avoid this. You should’ve saw the signs, you should’ve known he was married, should’ve known he worked for some psychopath.

You bury your face in your hands, your tears drying against your bloodstained cheeks.

What do you do after this? Do you go back to work and pretend nothing happened? Do you go to the cops?

What do you do when someone you barely knew gets murdered?

What do you do when you watch someone get murdered?

What do you do when you like the rush of it all?

What do you do when you like the way your adrenaline runs through your body?

What do you do when you like the idea of having a dirty secret?

What do you do when you like the way the murder made you feel?

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We were walking around central park. It was our first time hanging out together, just the two of us. I was kinda nervous. I can feel my hands getting sweaty and I can’t stop playing with my hands. We were just walking around the lake. I wanted to say something but I didn’t want to say something that would make me sound weird. I wanted you to say something first because I’m really bad when it comes to starting conversations.

“So, did you enjoy today?” You finally spoke, which I was happy you did.

“Yea I did,”

“Good. I’m glad you did. I did too.”

I smiled to myself while looking down and blushing. You always knew what to say to make me smile.

“I hope we can do this again. Maybe we can go to the museum. I know how much you love that place.” You said to me.  

“Ha, yea. That would be fun.” I responded back to you

We kept walking around the lake. I kept looking at the ducks in the lake. I could feel you looking at me but I was too shy to look back at you. I look back down at the floor and I catch a glimpse of your hand and all I could think about was wanting to touch it. If your hands were as sweaty as mine. How much bigger they would be compared to my small hands. But I know I shouldn’t it because what if you thought it was too early to hold my hand and you felt uncomfortable. I really liked you and I didn’t want to ruin my chances by doing something stupid.

“Do you think we should head back to your place now? I know you have to get up early tomorrow for work.” You asked me

“Yea. We should probably head back. I don’t want to stay out too late because I know that I probably won’t be able to get out of back early.” I giggled

“I figured you weren’t a morning person.” You chuckled at me.

We finally started walking back to my apartment. It was only about a 15-minute walk back. The whole time were talking about how great the day was.

Halfway into the walk, I can feel your hand brushing against mine. I know you can feel my hand to and the thought of that made me look at the floor and blush. You looked at me and gave me a small smile. I smiled back and look forward at the crosswalk in front of us.

I then felt your fingers interwind with mine. Your right hand was holding my left hand. I was so happy that you grab mine, because I didn’t have to gust to. I can feel the leather of your glove against my skin. And for the rest of the walk, our hands were holding each other and we were walking in silence.

We finally arrived back at my apartment building. We both walked up the stairs and stopped in front of the apartment building door.

“I had a really good time today,” you said to me as you released my hand.

“Yea. I did too. I hope we can do this again maybe?” I said questionably.

“Yes, I would like that.”

“Well, I should probably head up to bed.”

“Good idea. Call me before you go to sleep?” you asked

“Yea I will. Goodnight Bucky.”

“Goodnight Doll.”

After you said, I walked back up to my apartment and all I can think about is how you make me feel and that I can’t want to see you again.

a/n. this is my first fanfic, so if you don’t mind can you pls share and send me your feedback <3

*rises out of the post-IW dark hole I’m currently in* 

HELLO EVERYBODY!! Uh first of all, I’d like to apologize for not posting as often as I used to. No excuses; I’ve just been feeling ‘un-inspired’ to write some fics the last couple of… decades? (exaggerated much?) That’s why I went on a sudden hiatus T^T and I’m sorry for leaving you guys hanging :( 

BUT I’M BACK NOW! I am here to write again for you all :) Let me know what you guys want me to write about our Bucky in my ask box – or anything you want to share with me. 

I’m just gonna link all of my works here so it’s easy to see because I get a few messages telling me that the link to my masterlist doesn’t work (the one in my description). 

• LIKE THAT; “The one where Bucky finds out that the reader kissed Steve (but only because of the mission).”
  
• SOLACE; “The one where Y/N is an agent of shield but on a mission, Y/N kills for the first time. She takes this hard because the target was the one who murdered her parents. In the end, Bucky comforts her.”
• JUST A LITTLE BIT MORE; “The one where the reader and Bucky are on a mission and they have to kiss so their cover won’t be blown.”
• RESCUE; “The one where the reader’s parents were the Winter Soldier’s mission, so the reader joins S.H.I.E.L.D and then becomes Bucky’s mission, but they fall in love. Then the reader tries to save Bucky from HYDRA.”
• “GO BACK!”|ONE|TWO | ;  “The one where the reader gets hurt in the big fight scene and Bucky has to leave her behind.”
  
• FOR LUCK; “The one where Bucky kisses the reader just before they head to the Hydra base.”
• QUIET MOUSE; “The one where the reader is an avenger yet never talks. The reader develops a crush on Bucky. One day some agent makes an insulting remark about Bucky and she tells the agent to screw off.”
• RUN AWAY WITH YOUR FOOTSTEPS|ONE|TWO | ;  “After the events of The Winter Soldier, the reader (an avenger) goes out to find Bucky for Steve. When she finds him, he has his own apartment and trying to live a normal life. He begs her not to tell the captain. She stays to watch over him and they kind of fall in love. Later, Steve finally finds them looking angry because she went MIA.“
• SURPRISE; “The one where it’s the reader’s birthday and upon finding out that she’s alone celebrating her special day, Bucky decides to organize a birthday party for her (with the help of the other Avengers, of course).”
• DIRTY TALK. LITERALLY; "Bucky asking the reader to talk dirty for him and she takes this literally.“
• CHASE; “The one where the reader was Bucky’s partner during his HYDRA years and have been living together in his apartment, dating and laying low on the radar. That is until he was suddenly brought into a mess.”
• LOOKING FOR SUNLIGHT|ONE |  ;  “Based on the song, “Roman Holiday” by Halsey. The story of the reader and Bucky before the war.”
• PLUMS FOR YOU; "The one where the reader was in a relationship with Bucky and stayed together in his apartment, but they broke up 2 days before Steve arrived. (Happy ending though, don’t worry)“
• COFFEE SHOP AU; “Person A is a cashier at a coffee shop. Person B is a regular, and always flirts with A, never failing to make A flustered. After one particularly bad day at the shop, B sees A crying in the back. B talks with them and they become friends.”
• BATTLE-CRY; "The one where the reader steps in between Tony, Steve, and Bucky while they are fighting and gets hurt in the process. & “The one where the reader gets injured trying to stop Tony from hurting Bucky while he lays on the ground without his arm. And then Bucky thinks she died and gets really angry, and fights Tony despite the loss of his metal arm.”
• “SHE’S AN UPTOWN GIRL, BARNES”; "Based on the song “Uptown Girl” by Westlife. The one where the reader is a high-class girl and Bucky is just a downtown man.“
  
• JEALOUSY, THY NAME IS BARNES; "The one where the reader is Wanda’s big sister and she has the power of teleportation. She is also a part of the Avengers. She has met Bucky before when he shot her in the stomach, nearly died and left a huge scar. He did that as the Winter Soldier so she doesn’t hold it against him, but he feels so sorry. They become close and both develop feelings but do nothing about it.“ & ”The one where the reader and Bucky like each other but they won’t tell each other. The reader and Steve are constantly flirting and that makes Bucky mad.“
• A NOT-SO-SECRET CRUSH; "The one where Bucky has a crush on the reader and Steve finds out when they escape from the others. He tells Bucky to confess it to the reader the next time they all meet.“
• AWKWARDLY TANGLED; "The one where Bucky and the reader end up sharing a bed for some reason, even though they “don’t like” each other. They wake up really cuddled up which ends up with an awkward moment. The team finds out and teases them both.”
• BAD BLOOD|ONE | ;  "The reader gets exposed to a red energy substance and it alters her mind and destroys her inhibitions. Left with only malice, pride and wrath, she becomes malevolent and aggressive, leaving her a danger to the Avengers.“
• SECOND’S NOT THE SAME|ONE|TWO | ;  "Based on the song “Is There Somewhere” by Halsey. The one where the reader falls in love with Bucky, despite him being in a relationship with someone else. When around him, she tries to pretend as if she is the one he really is in love with.“
• HOMECOMING; "The one where Hydra kidnaps Bucky and the reader, and recited the trigger words for Bucky to become the Winter Soldier so that he could kill the her.“
• YOU & ME; "The one where the reader owns her own cafe and Bucky goes there everyday to get a milkshake and to flirt with her. One day, he comes after having a hair cut and is dressed all fancy. Then he invites her to a party at Tony’s.“
• THUNDERS AND CUDDLES; “The one where the reader is really afraid of thunder and lightning. She usually tends to plug her fingers in her ears or put the blankets over her to shield or draw out the light and sounds. Then one stormy day, Bucky comes into the room and sees the reader really shaky and trying to hide. He goes and comforts her by caressing her hair, unplugging her ears and waiting till she falls asleep.”
• “JUST ONE KISS”; “The one where the reader bumps into something Tony has made and breaks it, so she gets very nervous and tries to hide it. Bucky sees it all and she pleads him to not say anything because Tony will be very angry with her. He tells her he won’t, if she gives him a kiss.”

• TEASE; “The one where Sebastian returns to his LA home and finds the reader, his PA (Personal Assistant), wearing a cute maid outfit while cleaning the house.”
  
• “WE’RE REHEARSING A SCENE AND HERE YOU ARE, FLIRTING WITH ME”|ONE|TWO | ;  ”The one where the reader is filming the Civil War movie and Sebastian keeps flirting with her when they have to rehearse a fight scene together.“
  
• FIRST IMPRESSION; “The one where the reader is also in Civil War and she meets Sebastian for the first time on set. At first they don’t really hit it off well because one of them is having a bad day when they first met.”
• HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS; “The one where the reader is originally from the UK and hasn’t seen her family in almost a year because she lives with Seb in NY. One night, Sebastian finds her on the phone with her mother and sees her get emotional because she misses everyone. Sebastian then surprises her with a trip back home.”
• STUPID CRUSH; “The one where the reader is an actress and is 18. Sebastian thinks that she’s really young but can’t help having a crush on her and she has the biggest crush on him. While filming a scene, Tom (Spidey) starts flirting with her which gets Sebastian super irritated but doesn’t want to say anything because he thinks it’s wrong since she’s young. But the reader convinces him otherwise.”
• A NIGHT TO NOT REMEMBER; “The one where the reader is 18, an actress on Civil War and everyone loves her. She’s wild and crazy. They all went out for a night-out and when she wakes up the next day, she’s got a hangover and has to come to set. The cast tease her, especially Sebastian.”

• A MISUNDERSTANDING; “The one where Peter wants to organize a valentine’s day thing for the reader, so he asks MJ for help. While it’s all platonic and harmless, the reader gets a wrong impression that he’s cheating on her with MJ.”
  

Oh! And I am excited to announce… I will be opening up requestsforPeter Parker and Tom Holland hihi I’ve been thinking of doing it for a while now and decided to just go with it! So feel free to send in your requests about the friendly-neighborhood spider :) 

Have a good day!

Time, Chapter 7.2: Oh baby, baby

Time Masterlist

Chapter Playlist

Here If You Want (Pale Blue) by MOSSS

505 by Arctic Monkeys

Unwind by Tim Atlas

Void by The Neighbourhood

These Days by Wallows

…

Arriving at Chris’ pod in Boston felt homier than his place in L.A., this one was more him. Walking through the picture frames above his fireplace as he’s finishing up parking. You thought that he’s truly a family-oriented man. The photos presented are of those the memories he has along with his parents and siblings, of course, East and Dodger too. While you were appreciating Chris’ photo frame display, your phone rang.

Chubby Dumpling calling…

No fucking way that Sebastian was finally trying to contact you. Out of the concern you were having for him the past few days, you weren’t able to quite hear that Chris was coming inside as you answered the call. “Sebastian,” you sigh. Chris got in and was supposed to the door. However, hearing you say Sebastian’s name made Chris slowly close the door, not wanting you to know that he’s already in there. He didn’t know what the fuck he was doing and why was he doing this. “How are- god. I- how could I even ask you that,” you laughed, but it wasn’t that laugh where your tone was filled with joy. Which made Chris even more curious about the conversation you were having. He wasn’t the type to eavesdrop on someone, especially to his girlfriend that he trusts. However, there was just something in the tone of your voice that made him want to listen further. So he did. “Just tell me you’re safe, please? ‘Is all I want to hear,” “…no, no. I haven’t- Chris doesn’t know,” He wasn’t having this. “What do I not know, Y/N?”

You jump in surprise upon hearing Chris’ stern voice. Fuck. Yeah, you were fucked. “Chris,” he dropped his keys over the key plate, continuing to move closer to you. “What do I not know? ‘M not going to repeat m’self again.” Chris hasn’t doubted your loyalty, not once. But what’s going on now made him do so. With his unfortunate past experiences, eavesdropping over the conversation you were having escalated his anxiety. Standing still, unable to think of words to say to him, he became impatient. Chris took your phone and ended the ongoing call. “Speak,” “Speak or else I’ll start walking away thinking the unthinkable.” did he…? Did he think you were cheating on him? “Chris, baby, no. It’s not like that,” you softly put your hand on his but he pulled it away, causing your heartache. How the hell do I tell him about what’s going on with Sebastian’s without causing a big gap to fill on their friendship? Chris walked past you and sat on his couch. You looked at him and sighed, sitting before him. Palms brushing all over your face. It took you a good minute before you finally face him, “Sebastian and I had a misunderstanding,” he didn’t look at your way but you knew he was listening, “After the last shoot I had with Henry before we fly to Boston, he congratulated me for being with you, that finally, I was at the hands of a good man. But I was curious as to the reason why he left me, Chris. ‘Twas haunting me for these past few years and I want to be able to let go of that feeling so I asked Henry to tell me why’d he left me,” explaining further. Chris’ head tilted sideways quickly as his jaw clenched. You proceeded to discuss with Chris the reason why Henry left you before. When you were finished talking, you looked down at his fluffed carpet. “What does Sebastian have to do with this? I thought his relationship with Henry was complicated?” he looked at you, finally. Asking for clarification. Fidgeting with your fingers as you answer, “Yeah, they do have a complicated relationship… Sebby- Sebastian saw Henry and I at the parking lot when we were talking to each other. Henry asked for a hug. Chris, I swear, it was just a friendly hug. Felt more like parting, and I wanted to at least end our closure with that. He was a big part of my life and you know that I told you that,” he nods. “Again, what does Sebastian have to do with this?” following up his concern. “Seb… Punched Henry when he saw us. He thought ‘twas something more, you know and I thought he was just being protective. His action really upset me, and my emotions were all over with, we shouted at each other, I kept asking what his problem is,” taking a deep breath before finally turning your eyes to glance at Chris’, “‘n he told me that he was in love with me.” Of course, he was. Chris already had an intuition about this, however, he didn’t realise that hearing those words coming out of your mouth will make him this mad. Chris tried to stand up but he wasn’t able to do so successfully as you pulled his arm, “talk to me, baby, please?” “I will, just… give me some time. Okay?”

Chris went out and sat on his balcony. Your tears start to fall, sucks being in the middle of a possible dispute to go with your boyfriend and boy friend. A notification popped on your phone.

Chubby Dumping

You okay? What happened?

You shut your eyes close, not wanting to deal with this at the moment. The silence going on with Chris and you was something you couldn’t handle, it was stressing you too much. Not wanting to cause any disturbance of Chris’ alone time, you went on and walked through his bedroom and got yourself a shirt of his to wear for bedtime. You figured he might want to be alone the rest of the night, so you proceeded to get unready. The whole day tired you lots, mentally, physically, emotionally.

The cold water running down your body immediately helped you to relax, ‘n somehow released the tension your body was having. You press your palm on the tile as the other goes to brush and press water off of your hair.

Chris turned sideways as he heard the sound of water flowing from his bathroom, he looked at the time from his watch and realized he has been keeping you waiting for him too long. He sighed and cracked his knuckles before standing up and going back into his living area, locking the balcony doors. His hands falling on his waists, breathing heavily. At this moment, he was feeling all things at once. As much as he wanted to give himself more peace and quiet, he wanted to hear you screaming loud about who you fucking belong to. He took off his jacket and hooked it over his coat hook. He stripped his clothing and put it in the hamper except for his boxers.

He didn’t even bother to knock upon entering the bathroom. His eyes immediately fell on your naked body. Chris felt his cock go hard just by the sight of your body alone. He closed the door with a bit of an impact so you’d know he was there. Hearing the loud sound all of a sudden made you drop the soap you were holding, “M’god Chris, you scared the shit out of me,” “Good.” He walked toward the tub shower, sliding the door open to join you. Chris picked up the soap you dropped, you turned around to face him but he stopped you. “What-” your breath hitched as his arm brushed against yours while he reached for the loofah. Brows furrowed, you continued to analyze what he was doing, confused why he wasn’t speaking yet he was here to join you. When he lathered enough soap over the loofah, he started brushing them on your back, you hum, feeling relaxed. He put his free hand on your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. Your bareback being in contact with his well-sculpted chest makes your breaths unstable. He loved seeing you like this. Seeing your body react with his touch. Chris continued to softly brush the loofah onto your body, down to your arms then soothingly up your chest.

Chris dropped the loofah and replaced it with his hands. His palms stroking both ends of your arms, making you hum with the sensation. He grabbed the ends of your hair and squeezed it dry, placing it over one side of your neck. His lips going down to smother the blades of your shoulders with kisses. Growing impatient you tried turning around to face him, but Chris didn’t allow you to face him just yet. “Don’t move,” you instinctively gulped hearing his command. “O-okay,” “Does he know about us?” he queries. “Huh?” your brain getting all fogged up by Chris’ presence. “Sebastian. Does he know about us?” His hand went on to massage your breasts, making you whimper in an instant, “answer me, Y/N” he reiterated. Unknowingly that he was in sight of half of your face, you rolled your eyes as you were annoyed that his hands weren’t in the places you wanted them to be. “Did you just roll your eyes at me?” startled by his words, you turn your head sideways to look at him, “Well I,” Chris wasn’t interested to hear your reasoning, “huh. You’re getting me all riled up,” your lips parted big when Chris opened the sliding door of his tub shower and left, what the hell?

Annoyed. Is an understatement when Chris left you dumbfounded in the shower, you shook your head and went on to finish cleaning up. But little did you know, he only went out to get what he wanted to use for you. “Hands,” your body jolts in hearing yet again Chris’ unexpected voice. “Hands?” your body rotates, facing him confounded. “Hands.Give me your hands,” you looked down as you heard chains dangle, your eyes blowing with lust as you saw him holding a cuff. “Chris, why d’you have a cuff?” “dunno why you even have to ask that.” he let out a laugh filled with sarcasm, eyes meeting yours, “y…you wanna cuff me?” his brows quickly raised and relaxed, answering your question. Not knowing what to say or do, you stood still like a student standing up without knowledge of the question asked. “D’you not want me to?” I want you to. Unable to express yourself through words, you went on and shook your head. Motion answering that you wanted to be cuffed by him. “That’s what I thought,” Chris grabbed both of your wrists using one hand as the other proceeded to turn your body around, being under the showerhead. He was still holding your wrists, bringing them up closer to the middle bar. When he finally reached the height he wanted to lock your hands on, he finally tightened and locked the cuff. Your ass, facing him. “You’ve been a really bad girl for me tonight,” a loud sound left your mouth as he hit your ass hard. “Gahd, what makes you think I’ll be fine with your ex-boyfriend hugging you,” “even got a close friend of mine wrapped around your fingers,” again.He hit your ass so loud you heard an echo in the bathroom. You bit your lip to muffle your moans, “did I ask you to stay silent for me, baby?” your head immediately shaking side to side. “Be as loud as you want, no one will hear you anyway, just me and you darling,” Chris assures you.

He straightened your body up, once again pulling your bareback to be of contact to his chest, his hands traveling from your abdomen to your breasts.You rest your head over his shoulder, closing your eyes, just feeling his hands take over your body. His fingers toyed with your piercing nipples, making you moan loud as arousal fills your core. “Hmm, does my good girl like daddy playing with her nipples?” fucking daddy. You swore to yourself you were about to faint hearing him address himself like that. “Mmhm, yeah” he grins, hearing you be at loss for words while he pleases your needy tits. “Look at how my hands perfectly cup your breasts, baby” you open your eyes to look at his hands wrapping your jugs. Oh, what a good sight that is. You thought. Just as you assumed that he would take his time giving attention to both of your breasts, his other hand went further down your stomach, reaching through your folds. “Goddamn, baby you’re fucking soaked,” your lips parting, relishing how good his fingers feel while spreading your wetness. “Tell me, sweethah’t, who do you belong to?” without a doubt, “you, Chris.”

“That’s right, this pretty cunt only belongs to me. Nobody else’s,” all you can do is nod as he increases the speed and adds more pressure to your needing slit. “C-Chris, mm-feel’s so good,” “yeah? You like when my fingers fuck you?” oh, he knows you do. He just wanted to hear it coming from you, “I love when your fingers fuck me, Chris.” you boldly stated, making his cock twitch. Your ass feeling his erection, “can feel daddy’s cock getting hard, wanna please you bad, please” as much as he wants to feel your lips wrapped around his aching shaft. He didn’t want to give you the satisfaction of doing so, knowing damn well you were surrounded by men who wanted you to be theirs. He only wanted to claim you, be inside you. “Not gonna happen,” making your face be embedded with vexation. “Daddy why, ‘m so wet for you,” Chris used everything in his power to not be tempted on giving in. Hearing you say that you were wet for him only made him want to fuck the brains out of you more. Not that, it wasn’t his plan. You grind your ass on his continuously growing erection, needing to feel him. But Chris had other plans in mind.

His fingers continued to pleasure you, going slowly and suddenly increasing the speed. The pattern went on bringing you to the edge. “F-fuck,” “‘m so close daddy, your fingers feel so good,” knowing you’re about to cum, Chris increased the speed more. The sound of your pussy being finger fucked covering the entire room is making your brain feel fuzzy. When you were just about to release, Chris slowed down his fingers and said, “you’re only going to cum when I allow you, that clear?” your knees feeling weak, you were truly trying your best not to cum, “how many times do I have to tell you to answer me? Guess you really don’t want to cum that much,” you shake your head and placed your hand to the side of his arm fingering you, “I do, I do want to cum, I-I want to cum, Chris,” your legs were going weak. Chris felt that too, however, he continued to edge you. He wanted to make you believe that he can withstand your wishes. But the more he pleases you the more he craves what it feels like to be inside you. He removed the hand he was toying your nipple with and went down to jerk off. “Chris, please, let me do that for you, mm’wanna taste you so much,” hell does he want for you to taste him that much too. But he couldn’t give you that time any longer, he was nearing his release too.

“Wanna taste me so much, huh?” “Yes, please,”without a warning, Chris slammed himself right into you. “There we go, y’feelin’ me deep inside you, baby? Feelin’ me fuck you like no one else can?” you can only answer him with moans and whimpers. “Chris- I, fuckkk, you’re so big daddy, filling me up so well” “yeah?” Chris intensified his thrust, your skins slapping so much you just know some part of your body’s gonna get bruised. “Tell me who you belong to again,” he asks as he pounds you further. “You Chris, ‘m yours. Only yours,” he moaned loudly, hearing your acceptance of his claim. That you were only his, as he was of yours. “Wanna watch you milk my cock with your cum,” his head moved over to suck your nipples, him moaning as he sucked your tit.

“Fuck, I wanna put a baby in you, Y/N. Wanna see you carrying my child, people knowing that you’re carrying what’s mine,” his eyes widened as he didn’t realize he was thinking out loud. Lightly panicking that you may think of him weirdly, his breathing stopped for a second. But you looked down at him, face all flushed, looking beautiful as ever, chest heaving, struggling to control your breathing, “please uncuff me,” “and put a baby in me.”

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Not sure if you write for Henry cavill but can I ask for a request where the reader and Henry are together and sebastian stan is the readers ex and he gets jealous and him and Henry get into an argument or fight because sebastian wont leave the reader alone.

Can I ask for request where hey cavill and sebastian stan get into a fight/argument over there reader. Thanks

You walked into the premier party hand and hand with your boyfriend, Henry. The music filled your ears and you could see everyone mingling around the dance floor. “I’m going to go look for -,” you couldn’t hear him over the music but you were sure he was going to look for his friend who had invited the two of you to the party.

You nodded and told him you’d get some drinks for the two of you. You stood at the bar waiting for the bartenders to get to you. You hadn’t been there more than 3 minutes when someone slid beside you. “Hey, what are you doing here?”

You looked over and saw Sebastian standing next to you. “Henry’s good friend is in the movie and invited us. You?”

“I worked with the director a couple times and on my last movie so he invited me along.” You nodded. “How’ve you been?” It had been over a year and a half since you’d last seen and spoke to Sebastian, as it was the day you two ended things.

“Good. Busy. You?”

“Took a nice little break but I’m back to a busy schedule.”

From his spot across the room, Henry looked around trying to find you with the drinks. He was surprised to see you still at the barn, and was even more surprised at who he saw speaking to you. Your ex.

He knew that he had broken your heart just 4 months before you and Henry had met and started dating. Although he knew you were over him, he didn’t doubt Sebastian knew he made a big mistake giving you up. And judging by the way Sebastian was looking at you right now, he was going to try and win you back. “Excuse me,” he dismissed himself from the conversation and made his way towards you.

As he got within ear shot he picked up on your conversation. “I don’t think so, Sebastian. I’ve got plans.”

“We could always grab coffee the day after.”

“I believe she said ‘no.’”

“Henry,” you warned. “You could tell by his tone how this was going to go.”

“No, it’s alright. I’m just letting him know that you said no. And that while you said you had plans, it’s really the fact that you and I are quite happy together and you have no desire to see him in any capacity.”

“Is that so? Funny how you seem to be able to speak for her.”

“We understand each other very well.”

“We understood each other well too, in more ways than one.”

“Sebastian!” You couldn’t believe it.

“If you want to keep speaking like that we can take this right outside, Stan.”

“Henry.”

“You want to go outside? Sure, why don’t we.”

“I would love to.” You quickly slid in between them and looked up to Henry.

“Henry. Henry, look at me.” You grabbed his face and made him focus on you. “We are not doing this here. Not right now.”

“I’m going to let him talk about you like this.”

“I appreciate it, I really do. But if you do anything pictures will spread like wildfire. Let’s just go home, okay?”

“Mmmmm,” he hummed unenthusiastically. “Hey,” you caught his attention. “I’m going home with you tonight…and forever. Not him. Let’s get out of here.”

Can I ask for a story where the reader and seb have a daughter and the reader has been having a couple of rough days and sebastian and his daughter try to cheer her up. Thanks

You were absolutely stressed out. The whole week had been nothing but your boss and coworkers throwing more and more at you to do. Even when you were at home work followed you. Constant emails and texts all telling you to answer right away. You were burnt out and felt like you hadn’t been there mentally or emotionally the last week for your husband or daughter.

Sebastian noticed quickly. You were always happy-go-lucky. You lived for your family and your 3 year old daughter was your laugh. But with everything at work you were barely eating, you always seemed tense, and even in your sleep you were uneasy. No matter how hard he tried to make you feel appreciated and special, work seemed to cover you like a dark cloud. It was finally Friday and Sebastian watched as you hustled off to work.

“Hey Olivia,” he called out to your daughter. “You want to do something to make Mommy feel better?” She nodded and gave him a big smile. 

******

You parked your car and leaned forward, letting your forehead rest on the steering wheel. You collected yourself before getting out of the car and getting ready to finally see your family after a long day and a longer week. You opened the door and could smell the heavenly aroma that filled the house. 

You followed your nose to the kitchen and saw Sebastian and Olivia working on dinner. “What’s all this?”

“We made your favorite!”

“You did?” You walked over and kissed Olivia’s head. 

“We’ve got a very special night planned for you, Momma,” Seb grinned. “V, why don’t you take Mommy and tell her what to do.” You cocked an eyebrow at your husband and let Olivia lead you towards your bedroom. 

“You gotta get comfy, Mommy.” On the bed sat a pair of pajamas, your robe, and fluffy slippers. You changed and let her take you to the dining room, where the plate was just being placed at your seat. “Look Mommy, Daddy made your favorite!”

“I had a great helper,” he helped Olivia into her seat. 

“It smells so good.” You took a large bite and smiled at Liv. “It tastes even better!” Olivia and Sebastian distracted you by telling you all about their day, and after dinner Seabstian did the dishes while Olivia took you to the couch where you two cuddled up and started the movie Sebastian had pulled up and waiting for dinner to end. 

Once he finished dishes the three of you cuddled on the couch and watched the start of the movie. About half an hour in you saw Liv passed out on your lap. “Why don’t you go put her in her bed and meet me down here after,” Sebastian whispered.

You carried Olivia and tucked her into her princess bed before walking back downstairs. He was nowhere to be found in the living room. You went into your bedroom and heard the tub being turned off from the bathroom.

Walking in you saw the bathtub was full with candles lit around it. “What’s all this?”

“You’ve been so stressed out lately and I just want to make sure you have the chance to relax and enjoy yourself.”

“You’re too sweet babe.” You kissed him before getting ready to climb into the tub. “Will you join me?”

“If that’s what you want,” he smirked.