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.
Warning: masturbation (m and f), mentions of guns, mentions of murder, stalking,
Summary: How did Sebastian know you were thinking about him?
A/n: This is the second part to my Mafia!Sebastian Stan x Baker!Reader series. The third part will be up soon!
You linger in the back of your bakery, leaving the floor to your workers. You haven’t had any sleep over the weekend, the sound of the gunshot replaying in your head. You went home after the party and scrubbed yourself until your skin was red and raw, but you still feel dirty.
You don’t know if any amount of showers will make you feel clean again.
Because you likedit.
Okay, maybe you didn’t like that someone died, but you liked the feeling that came with it. The power, the control, the adrenaline… It’s all you’ve been able to think about since Friday night.
To know you were so close to death, yet you made it out alive… It was all messing with your head.
You flatten your dough out on the flour-covered counter, working it out with your soft hands. It’s a slow day today, meaning most of your workers are listening to music and talking to each other. Normally, the lack of business would be upsetting. But today, it’s a blessing.
You’re not sure where to go from here. Does Landon’s wife know he’s missing? Does she know what happened? Was she involved in whatever the hell Landon was involved in?
You thought about calling the cops, but something stopped you. You’re not sure if it’s the fear of getting involved or the excitement from it all that stopped you, but you quickly put that thought to bed.
What good would the cops do? They’d probably just sweep it under the rug.
You hear the ding of the bell, bringing your attention to the doorway of the kitchen. You can’t see into the lobby, but you can hear the distinct voice; the voice that will be engraved in your brain for the rest of your days.
You hear him speaking with the girl at the register, but you can’t tell what he’s saying. You tense up, swallowing the lump in your throat. What is he doing here? What’s the protocol of a murderer being in your business?
You stand still, your eyes locked onto the doorway. You hear footsteps against the floor before Sebastian comes into your view, his smug smile on his face. He looks you up and down, licking his lips.
“There’s my Golden Girl,” He says, walking toward you. Your hands reach for the nearest weapon, which just so happens to be your rolling pin. You take a few steps backwards, your heart pounding in your chest.
Golden Girl?
You are not a golden girl, and you’re certainly not his golden girl. “Get away from me,” You order, trying your best to keep your voice steady. You keep your eyes on him, not wanting to leave anything to chance. Sebastian chuckles deeply, shaking his head.
“I’m not going to hurt you, doll. I just wanted to check on you,” He says, watching the gears turn in your head.
Check on you?
“You know, after what happened Friday? That kind of stuff can be intimidating for people like you,”
“People like me?” You spit, without thinking. You’ve seem to forgotten what he did to Landon only a couple of days ago; he could do the same thing to you. Sebastian makes his way around to you, his face inches from yours. You crane your neck to look up at him, not wanting to show how afraid you are.
“People who have never witnessed a murder. Sometimes that can traumatize people,” He clarifies, his right hand coming up to trace your cheek. You don’t even flinch, except for the occasional clenching of your jaw. You try not to think about how soft his hands are, despite how much blood they have on them.
Literally and figuratively.
You keep silent, slowly lowering your rolling pin. You don’t know how to explain to him that you’re perfectly fine after witnessing an innocent murder. Doesn’t that make you a psychopath?
What kind of person feels nothing after watching someone get murdered? Sure, the shock was overwhelming, but the only thing you felt after that was… Excitement?
Your whole life, you’ve been the good girl. You’ve gone to class perfectly, never had detention, never missed an assignment, never failed a class. You excelled in everything you did. You graduated with your bachelors degree in entrepreneurship. You wake up every day at the same time, go to the same place, make the same recipes, and go back to your house.
This was the only thing in the past 2 years of your life that was different.
“Unless, of course, you enjoyed it,”
The statement throws you off, jerking your head up to him. Sebastian is smirking down at you, his hand dropped to his side. He’s got that same smug look on his face, the one you can’t stand. The one he had on his face right before he brutally murdered Landon.
How does he know? He can’t know. Maybe he’s just grasping at straws, trying to feel you out. He can’t possibly know how it made you feel.
“Are you insane?” You ask, furrowing your eyebrows. You’ve backed away again, leaving about a foot between the both of you.
Sebastian shrugs, tutting. “I know you better than you think I do,” He says, backing away from you. He turns his back to you, looking over your counter. You’ve got different icings laid out, testing which flavors work with what. You watch as he swipes his finger through the black icing, flicking his eyes over his shoulder, bringing his finger up to his mouth.
You get a sick feeling deep in your stomach, knowing he’s right. You don’t know how he knows you better, but he does. One look, and you know he knows everything about you. He knows your deepest secrets, your biggest fears, your highest dreams…
Sebastian sticks his finger in his mouth, hollowing his cheeks, sucking the icing clean off of his finger.
You stare straight ahead, your heart sinking in your chest. “Get out,”
————
You lay on your back, staring at the ceiling. After a long, hard day at work, you’re exhausted, but you can’t seem to fall asleep. Your mind is racing with images of Sebastian. The way he towered over you, the way he sucked his finger, the way he smiled at you…
The way he looked holding a gun.
You quickly shake your head, as if trying to shake the image away. What is wrong with you? Guns and violence aren’t attractive, especially when someone was murdered!
But how do you explain the way your stomach feels when you think back to that night? When you remember how intimidating Sebastian looked, how everyone in the room respected him? With every step, he commanded attention. You’ve never met someone so powerful.
You find your hand wandering down your body, your back arching off of the mattress. Your fingers dance over your panties, quickly finding your swollen bud. Your mind goes back to today, when Sebastian was standing over you, smirking down at you.
Is that the same look he’d give you after completely devouring you?
You apply light pressure to your clit, your other hand dancing down your body. You feel yourself soaking your panties, already gone.
If Sebastian knows you better than you think, does he know how you feel about him? Does he know that he terrifies you, all while exciting you? Does he know what you’re doing right now?
You gasp as you push your panties to the side, swiping your index finger through your folds. It’s been a while since you’ve had time to touch yourself, so every light touch excites you.
You think back to the first time you met Sebastian, when you couldn’t stand him. The way he looked you up and down sent you spiraling, but you couldn’t admit it. You’ve never had a man look at you the way he looked at you.
Before you can process it, you’re pushing a finger in your cunt, moaning as you stretch yourself out. You bite down on your lip as you clench around your finger, images of Sebastian flooding your mind.
You hear your phone vibrate next to you, jerking you back to reality. You quickly pull your hands out of your panties, curious as to who’s texting you this late at night. You pick your phone up, an unfamiliar number flashing over your screen.
Are you thinking of me?
Your heart races in your chest as your eyes scan your room. There’s no doubt in your mind about who this is. You don’t know how he got your number or how he knows what you’re doing, but the thought actually… Excites you.
But you’ll never let him know that.
You wish.
Not even two seconds after hitting send, your phone is ringing, his number popping up. You lay on your back again, slipping a hand back into your soaked panties. You answer the phone with your other hand, putting it on speaker.
“Sounds like you’re the one who’s thinking of me,” You tease, breathless. You can already feel your stomach tightening, desperate to feel that sweet release.
You hear Sebastian chuckle, the butterflies in your stomach going crazy. “I am,” He says, his voice deeper. You close your eyes, sinking deeper into your bed.
What is he thinking about? Is he touching himself? Is he replaying every encounter, like you are?
You hear Sebastian suck in a sharp breath. “Tell me how you feel, doll,” He instructs, your cheeks heating up. You haven’t had phone sex since your high school days, when that’s as close as you could get to real sex— thanks to your parents being home all the time.
You’ve never been great at it, but tonight, you feel hot.
You push a finger into yourself again, your walls sinking in around your fingers. “I-I’m soaked, Sebastian,” You answer, earning a hum out of him. You know your answer isn’t enough, so you pump your finger in and out, your cunt clenching around it.
“I’m so warm, a-and tight,” You stutter, bucking your hips up. You hear Sebastian panting on the other end, a visual popping up in your mind.
You wonder if he’s dressed in his suit, undressed just enough to free his cock. You imagine his big, tattooed hand wrapped around himself, his eyebrows furrowed as he draws closer, his pink lips parted as he moans.
“Fuck yourself exactly like I would,” He orders. You moan quietly, adding another finger. The stretch is becoming too much, but you likeit.
You smirk, opening your eyes to stare at the ceiling. “How am I supposed to know how you’d fuck me? You’ve not even touched me yet,” You answer, your voice light and flirty. You hope he doesn’t notice the ‘yet’, not wanting him to know that you really, really want him to touch you one day.
You feel dirty for wanting someone like him to touch you, but the more you try to deny it, the more you want it.
Sebastian chuckles once again, only for the laugh to be cut short due to a moan. “‘Cause I’ll give ya whatever you want, doll. Whatever you want me to do, I’ll do it. Even things you don’t realize you want yet, I’ll give it to you,” He whines, quietly moaning.
Your stomach turns as your imagine him fulfilling your deepest, darkest desires. You’ve been with plenty of people, but you’ve never been honest about what you wanted in bed. Sure, you’ve been choked a couple of times. You’ve even had your fair share of degradation, but it’s never been enough.
You’ve never been comfortable enough to tell them what you actually wanted. You want to be fucked with no limitations. You want them to make you cry, you want them to make you beg. You want danger, you want passion.
You want them to ownyou.
The image of Sebastian’s hand choking you almost sends you over the edge, but you hold yourself back. You choke out a sob, curling your fingers deep inside. “Seb,” You breathe out. your toes curling.
“You want me to own you, baby? You think I don’t know how dirty you are? Tell me what you want, I’ll give it to you,”
Your lips part as you squeeze your eyes shut, searching your mind for what you want most. If you had one shot in the bedroom with Sebastian, what would you want him to do to you? Your lips are moving before you can even process what you’re saying.
“I-I want you to make me cry, Seb… I want you to mark me, want you to hurt me,” You moan, arching your back.
“Jesus Christ,” Sebastian moans, practically growling. You can tell he’s cumming, thanks to the way he’s breathing. The image of his cumming into his own hand finishes you, has you moaning and clenching around your fingers.
You keep your eyes closed as you try to catch your breath, pulling your hands out of your panties. Sebastian is silent on the other line, except for the occasional grunt and the sound of him moving around. Once he’s cleaned up, you hear him clear his voice.
“Come over tomorrow,”
You open your eyes, furrowing your eyebrows. You sit up, looking over at your phone. What is he trying to do? You don’t need to go over there tomorrow. You need to get as far away as possible as you can.
You don’t want to go over there. Not tomorrow, not ever. He’s a horrible man; he’s killed people. But still, you find it hard to flat out say no.
“Uh, I can’t,” You say, quickly pulling the blankets over your bare legs. You suddenly feel exposed— like you’re being watched.
Sebastian is silent on the other end, has you regretting your decision. Should you have just gone? Is he going to be mad?
“Why not?”
You gulp, your heart hammering in your chest. You just rejected a murderer.
What the hell is wrong with you??
You scramble to come up with an excuse, your mind racing. You blurt out the first thing you can think of, which also happens to be a lie. “I have a date,”
You halfway expect Sebastian to hang up or to start shouting. But he doesn’t. He laughs.
“Is that right?” He asks, his voice laced with amusement. You furrow your eyebrows, suddenly infuriated.
“Yes, that is right!” You say, listening to him laugh. Does he think you can’t get a date? Does he think you’re not cool enough for a date?
“I don’t believe you,” Sebastian says, his laugh subsiding. Your cheeks are turning red from anger as you grab your phone, thumb hovering over the ‘end’ button.
“Well, I do, and I’m not coming over!” You say, clicking the end button.
You lay down on your back, crossing your arms over your chest.
As of this morning, you didn’t have a date and you didn’t want a date.
But as of right now, you have a date tomorrow night. You’re not sure when, where, or with who, but you’re going to do it just to prove Sebastian wrong.
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,”
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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.
“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?
A/N: I TRIED SOMETHING NEW, SO I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY!
WARNING- SMUT, 18+ MATERIAL. DO NOT READ UNDER THE AGE OF 18
This mission was different than most, only four of you had been chosen to dive into the world of Hydra and attempt to extract valuable information to take Hydra down. Steve and Buck were on the other side of the compound while Sam and yourself were on the other side attempting to breach the communication center to take over their eyes and ears.
Bullets whizzed past your head as you turned down a darkened hallway, the gasp that escaped your lips seemed deadly as you reloaded you weapon. You could hear the assailants getting closer to your corner as you continued to reload as fast as your human body could move. You may be assassin but you could only move so quickly.
As you went to make your move, aiming for their heads. Sam went to pull you back, in his eyes back to safety, in yours to be a pain in the ass.
“Let me go, now.” You gritted through your teeth as his grip loosened, you went to turn the corner again but only came face to face with Bucky and Steve. They had taken down every assailant before turning to you, taking in your annoyed expression.
The glare you were sending their way was fatal, they did this every single time. Every time they thought you wouldn’t be able to handle the heat on your own. So of course, this is nothing different, but this time you weren’t biting your tongue about it.
“I had it; you should have let me finish this damn mission.” You grunted, pushing past them before making your way to the Quinjet.
You sat in your seat, running your battered hands through your long hair. You could feel blood running down your cheeks, most likely from a cut on your forehead, as your hair kept sticking to it.
“Dammit” You said, throwing your gear across the Quinjet, the anger still radiating off of you as you heard the guys loading their stuff back onto the jet before heading back to Stark Tower.
“You good?” Sam asked as he took a seat next to you before Bucky and Steve loaded up.
You were holding back tears as you looked at him, “Honestly- no. I am so over feeling un-helpful when I know I’m good at my job. I know I can do this. But he thinks I can’t- The fucking Winter Solider, my own damn boyfriend thinks I can’t do my own job. And now I am too the point I want to leave.” You said, a single tear running down your cheek as you made eye contact with Sam.
He just gave you this look of sadness, “Don’t do that, you can’t leave.”
“Can’t leave what?” Bucky said trying to catch your eyes and you looked to the floorboards. He was trying to read your face, but you weren’t going to give anything away- not to him.
“None of your business, Barnes” You hissed at him as he sulked into his seat next to Steve as the Quinjet was being fired up.
You just closed your eyes trying not to focus on the events of today, you just wanted to be back at the tower and in your room away from everyone else.
Before you knew it the Quinjet was touching down again, the rough landing drew you from your slumber. You looked around checking your surroundings before gathering your things.
You quickly stepped out of the jet, making your way to your room. You were halfway off the helipad before someone grabbed your arm, spinning you towards them.
Of course, it was no other than Sargent James Buchanan Barnes, the man who you love when he doesn’t turn into a complete ass.
“What is the problem? I saved you ass back there” He said, glaring down at me.
“You- you are my fucking problem” You said, tearing your arm away from him and made your way back to your room in the tower.
You could not make it to your room faster, the door sliding behind you brought the blissful silence that you so deeply needed. A loud sigh escaped past your lips as you laid down your gear, carefully stripping off your uniform. Gasping as it slipped past a large bruise forming on your upper shoulder.
You made your way to your large bathroom, turning the shower on the steam quickly filling the large space. Looking in the mirror, you took in your appearance. An expansive cut was your forehead, dried blood stuck to your forehead and cheeks, even the evidence of a black eye forming.
A sigh escaped your lips as you stepped under the steaming water, the hot feeling good on your bruised and battered body. The water slowly turning a reddish-brown color due to the blood streaming off your body.
Closing your eyes, you just thought about the mission and how you wish it had gone differently. You knew you could handle the mission, but of course Buck thought you can’t do anything without breaking a nail or accidentally shooting yourself in the foot.
You just shook your head trying to focus on anything else but the mission and how you were being treated. The bubbles from your shampoo mixed with the steamy water, as you just tried to relax.
Could you really step away from the Avengers? Could you really just leave this new world? Could you step away from Bucky forever?
You left out a deep breath you didn’t know you were holding in as you turned the water off, your stomach growled as you dried yourself off. Trying to think about what tomorrow could bring, you threw on your pajamas, also meaning shorts and a large hoodie with fuzzy socks.
You tossed your wet hair over your shoulder as you made your way to the kitchen, just praying that everyone was still in their rooms or even better asleep. You could hear the peanut butter calling your name as you rounded the corner, only to come face to face with the one person you were trying to avoid.
“Hey Baby” He said, looking up from his files that were spread around the kitchen island, multiple pictures of former Hydra members scattered around with their own individual files.
You barely looked at him as you opened the kitchen cabinet, pulling out the crunchy peanut butter and a spoon. Leaning against the counter you just kept sparing him looks as his brow was scrunched together as he read more of his files.
“You want to stop looking at me or are you going to talk to me?” He grumbled at you, looking up from his files. The bruising on his face was noticeable, and so was the split lip he was sporting. Clearly you weren’t the only one who had some reminders of today’s mission.
You just smirked at him, you were annoyed with him and you weren’t going to engage in whatever he thought he was going to get away with saying to you.
Placing your spoon in the sink, you started to stroll back out of the kitchen just barely passing Bucky. You felt his metal hand wrap around your wrist, making you stop in place.
“I don’t want to talk to you” You said bluntly, trying to pull your already bruised wrist out of his cold hand.
“Well too bad- we need to talk about today. Cause you clearly have some kind of problem with me and how I do my job on missions” He said, turning towards you before standing to his feet causing you to step back as his height overtook your small frame.
“I don’t want to talk about this with you. I have absolutely nothing to say about today. I don’t want to talk to you, okay? Get that through your head please. I am so tired of people trying to protect me and keep me from doing my job. So please- leave me the hell alone Buck.” You said, standing your ground. It was a clear a fight was coming, and you didn’t have the energy to even try to defend yourself or your actions.
“I was trying to protect you! And everyone else on that mission, that is something we need to talk about. Not you ignore me because you’re mad at me cause I stepped in your way. You know I couldn’t live with myself if something was to happen to you.” He said, trying to step towards you more but you kept stepping back away from him.
“Are you kidding me? You think you are so high and mighty, and you aren’t Bucky. You aren’t as special as you think you are! I was perfectly fine until you stepped in my way! I know how to do my job, but I cannot do it when you are all over me.” You finally screamed at him, clearly frustrated by the man you had come to care and love.
“Maybe next time don’t try and get yourself killed! Then maybe I wouldn’t be so obligated to come save your stupid ass” He screamed back, watching the tears stream down your face.
You let out a deep breath, tears continuing to dampen your flustered cheeks, you turned towards the door attempting to walk away from this toxic situation.
You wanted nothing more than to escape this tower, escape from him and his ego. You were just so done.
Before you could pass through the doorway- his metal hand wrapped around your bruised wrist, spinning you close into his chest.
“Let me go Bucky” The anger evident in your voice and you attempted to pull your wrist away from him.
His eyes darkened as he looked at you, analyzing every feature of your face before speaking.
“That’s Sargent to you.” A smirk appearing on his face as he closed the distant between you, his lips on yours as the metallic taste of blood danced on your tongue from his split lip.
A slight moan escaped from your lips as the kiss continued to intensify, you gently pulled at his matted hair causing a guttural sound to escape his lips. His lips pulled away slowly looking for the sweet spot under your jaw that makes you go crazy.
“Oh Buck…” You moaned loudly, your voice bouncing off the kitchen walls. It would like your moan was in utter surround sound.
He pulled away, darkened eyes looking deep into your eyes before speaking in a low tone, “That’s not my name angel.”
You leaned in close, your hot breath hitting his ear, “Oh I’m sorry…. Sargent Barnes”
A shutter rippled through his body as he threw you over his shoulder, making his way over to Tony’s new and very expensive couch. Tossing you down, the armrest digging into your bruised back, only causing a moan to escape from you.
“Tony is going to kill us…” You moaned as he rutted his hips against yours, slowly grinding against your clothed heat. But that only added to the pleasure as you were already dripping wet.
“I don’t care” He silently moaned against your ear, as he found his way to your sweet spot under your jaw once again. Leaving a liter of hickey’s as he made his way down your body, slowly stripping you of your hoodie. Your nipples becoming hard as the cold air rushed onto your exposed skin.
A low moan escaped from you as he made his way down your neck before working his way to your breasts. He shot you a small glance as he took one of your nipples into his mouth, the contact sending your eyes to roll back into your head. The pleasure taking over your body, you were ready to give everything to this man.
You grinded your hips against his, your juices continuing to leak from you as you were a moaning mess under him. He made his way back up to your lips, kissing them so gently as he stripped off his shirt, and began to remove your shorts which barely covered anything.
You let out a shaky breath as he grazed your clit with his metal fingers, which only caused a ripple of pleasure to travel through you. He couldn’t help but smirk at the bucking of your hips.
“You’re leaking baby” He said, rubbing his thumb across your clit almost too slow for your liking. He knew exactly what he was doing as he continued to press his thumb into your clit, as he slowly enters two fingers into your leaking cunt. You couldn’t help yourself as your eyes rolled back into your head, the pleasure building inside of you.
Your legs began to tremble as your orgasm was quickly approaching, you could hear the wet sounds of your cunt as he continued to press his fingers deep inside of you, hitting your most sensitive spot.
“Please- I’m gonna…Sargent…” You began to pant out as your legs continue to tremble even more.
“Go.” Was all he had to say before you came undone under him, you became a mess of moans as you felt your cunt pulse around his fingers as he continued to pump in and out of you.
“I need you…” You said as you grinded your leaking cunt against his hand even more, he couldn’t help but groan as he fished his thick length out of his sweats. His tip was swollen, and red with precum started to leak.
He stroked himself a few times before guiding himself to your opening, stretching your cunt to accommodate his size. He gave you no time to adjust before he began thrusting into you at a fast speed.
The frantic pace was too much for your pleasure riddled body as you could feel your cunt started to pulse again, your orgasm was only seconds away. You arched your back as the orgasm began to overwhelm your body, sending your eyes straight back into your head.
He threw his head back as he felt his high approaching, he just took in the glorious appearance under him as you continued to fall apart under him.
“I’m close” He moaned as he continued to hit your sensitive spot with such force, only causing the pleasure to increase even more.
“Fill me up….” Was all you worked out in-between your panting. He smiled down at you before snapping his hips one more time, spilling hit warm seed deep inside of you. Only causing you to pulse even more around his throbbing dick.
He collapsed on top of you, just taking in this moment and taking in you.
“I love you… only you” You said as you pushed his matted, sweaty hair out of his face. A smile appeared on his face, as he pressed his lips to yours, hard.
“I love you so much” He said, brushing your wet hair out of your face, taking in every feature as he continued to study you.
You opened your mouth to say something when a voice came over the loudspeaker, “Mr. Stark would like to inform you that you owe him a new couch And also to say that was more than disturbing”
You both couldn’t help but laugh as the loudspeaker cut out again. In a world where the Winter Solider used to be nothing but a killer. Here he is now, in all his glory as the one man who would do anything to keep your safe.
Summary: An incident at the kids’ school has you and Chris face to face after he stood you up the night before. And boy, does have plans to make amends…
Relationship: dilf!destroyer!Chris x black!reader
Warnings: infidelity/cheating, open relationship situations, graphic language, late night creep, smut, rough passionate sex, oral sex (fem receiving), 18+
A/N: wheeeew boy the plot thickens! Felt like this smut is long af but watch I’m gonna read it back and it’ll be nothing anyway, it’s a little cute, a little nasty and a little messy but hey you know how I do
Toss and turn, get ready for work, drop Nev off at school, get to work, sit through two boring ass meetings and have lunch. Still no word from Chris. Your anger boils right beneath the surface but you try to remain…mature about this situation. You didn’t move to get entangled with a married man, no, your job and your daughter are your only priorities. So he didn’t text you, fine, that’s not a problem. The problem is…well…you thought he was different, but stupid of you to believe that. Disappointment comes with the territory of being interested in another person. So you do your best not to be mad at Chris and accept that it’s his first strike. And just because you’re damaged doesn’t mean every man is against you. He’s still a good man, a good dad, it’s just you’re a little butthurt and whole lot of horny. Staring out your office window running through all your thoughts, you check your attitude so you can move past it.
Besides, you did see Anne’s car unexpectedly in the driveway when you left the house this morning. She’d been gone for days what kind of mom could away from their kid that long? Oh that set your brows back to irritated. Anne…what’s her fuckin deal? You couldn’t help but wonder why was she like that. Why does she treat Chris like leftovers she no longer had an appetite for when he does so much for their family. Most wives don’t even get the pleasure of having such a present husband, a hands on dad. So, what, because he wasn’t the typical brief case toting, 401K managing, sit on my ass and scratch my balls piece of shit, she didn’t want him? All you can do is assume, and speculate and despise her since you don’t even know the whole story. Probably will never get it with the way Chris gets all weird when you bring it up. Maybe he’s hiding something terrible that happened so the maybe your hate for Anne is blind as fuck. Your cell ringing in your purse grabs your attention. Damn it’s the school calling. You never get a call from the school.
“Nev is fine, a little riled up but fine.” Her teacher spoke calmly since you’re already on ten from all your anxiety. “I’m calling because…she really socked Max’s bully in the nose after lunch and she’s in a bit of trouble for it. Is it possible for you to come down…”
You sigh, relax, almost laugh, as you hear the story of Nev poppin this kid fuckin with Max in her teacher’s classroom. Sitting in a little kid chair next to a peeved Nev, you hide your smirking lips behind your fingers rubbing across tip of your nose, listening to her teacher say,
“They were lined up in the hallway to return to class and according to Nev, Jeffrey kept pushing Max into the wall.”
“Mama Max kept saying stop!” Nev interrupts sitting up in her chair annoyed but you calmly push her back, and shush her so her teacher can talk.
“And when he didn’t stop, Nev here took action into her own hands.”
Her tiny fists more like it. None of this surprises you though you did raise her to defend herself and anyone she cared about and she really cares about Max. You glance down at your tiny boxer, pretend to be upset when really you’re nothin but a proud mama. But play like the mad mama so you can get out of here and treat her for doing what a good friend should.
“Jeffery…how bad?” Jeffery sounds like douche, a bully and you hope she really laid him out.
Her teacher waves her hand. “Just a little blood but okay. He’s having a conference with his parents and the principal about bullying.”
Good, little asshole. “And Max?”
“Sitting in the front office, waiting on his parents.”
Shit. So you might see Chris and Anne if you don’t get the hell on. “So is Nev in trouble here? Why aren’t we talking to the principal?” For the first time ever, you might add because Nev usually stays in her lane.
Sighing back into her seat, her teacher looks over your little girl and grins. “Nev’s a good kid, makes good grades, and I see that she and Max are becoming good friends. She was just protecting him.” Then she switches her sights back to you proudly smiling down on her. “Max needs a friend like her. So I thought I would talk to you and you can handle the situation yourself. Make this look official.”
Perfect. You both dodged a huge bullet and it was all due to her good behavior. Collecting your kid’s backpack, you thank her for her time, for being on your brainwave and head for the decorated door hoping you won’t catch Chris and Anne on the way out. Petting back her curly hair, you check on your little lightweight fighter.
“Are you okay little one? Does your hand hurt?”
“I’m fine mama. Can I go check on Max?”
She asks you with those big puppy dog eyes of hers. The exit is right there as you two approach the front office. You didn’t want to tell her no but you weren’t ready to see him and his shit wife as a unit after being so intimate with him. But Max was still sitting alone and waiting, you notice as you guys look through the glass windows of the office. He needed his best friend.
“Yeah…go ahead hun. I’ll be right outside ok?”
You usher her in, speaking to the secretary and little Max who’s still sniffling and teary eyed, traumatized from the incident earlier. Nev gives him a big hug and apologizes for what she did as you walk out even prouder of your little person. Looks like you’re doing something right as a single parent so yeah, you’re a little proud of yourself as well. Your girl did a good thing today, probably made some future asshole reconsider his lifestyle. Chin held high, chuckling and grinning softly to yourself, you push through the front doors of the school to meet the warm afternoon sun…aaaand the two individuals you necessarily didn’t want to see. Damn near bumped into them if Chris didn’t call out your name; you’re too busy picturing a tiny fist hitting a little nose with a comic strip BAM!
“Oh! Uh…” You dart an anxious glance between the pair of their wide nervous eyes, “hey guys…” You can hardly look at him without getting all flustered, fuck, you are so stuck. And he’s so close with his wife right there as if it’s not telling.
Together in a panic, they ask, “how are they?!”
You adjust Nev’s backpack on your shoulder with an uneasy smile, a worried breath. “Oh they’re fine. Well, they’re both upset but uh…in their own ways. Max is a bit shaken up but Nev’s with him.”
Anne doesn’t waste another second she pushes pass you to get to her son, leaving you two to face each other but at least there’s a distraction already set in place. Your fingers wring her strap, looking down at your pointed toed heels, unsure of what to say to him. Where he should be apologizing, there were no words because he doesn’t know what to say either. He was worried about you, the kids, Anne’s unexpected return; he knows he should say sorry but his mind races. No words race to his tongue though. Kids on the playground scream and shout. Cars slowly drive by the school. Chris just stares down at you with heavy breaths, ingesting how good you look a little professional but a little sexy, and how he just wants to rip your dress shirt open and suckle at your chest. His urges only make him feel dumber for not calling you sooner to explain what happened last night. You’re upset with him, he can see it in your grip on Nev’s backpack, and he feels even worse. He has to something say something to break the tension it’s starting to drive him crazy.
“Got a little fighter on your hands.”
If you laugh, even just a little, he’ll know he’s still good. And you do, because suddenly that Batman WHAM, all retro and loud, fills your mind’s eye. Her little fists. You have to wonder what she yelled as she swung.
“Mm yeah, looks like it.” You hum another snicker shaking your head. “Should put her in a boxing class huh.” That’s actually not a horrible idea. If she could make a six year old bleed…you still can’t meet his antsy stare beaming down on you.
He can tell you’re serious and you should be. A girl strong headed like Nev could benefit from training. “Coincidentally enough, I know a gym.”
You grin down at your feet. “Of course you do.” He’s so fuckin hot and cool it only makes sense that Chris has sparred before. Imagine him shirtless, sweaty, those chiseled muscles red and veiny, fists tight and knuckles raw. Maybe a cut on his lip or across his cheek. Menacing. Beastly. Suddenly you forgot what you were mad about. “Bet you could teach me a thing or two.”
Biting your lip you finally look up at him with a dangerous look in your eye that sends all the blood rushing straight to his cock. His nostrils flare with a muted growl. An indecent smirk creeps up his scruffy cheeks as he takes a step closer to smell you when really he wanted to kiss you.
“Sign up for my Masterclass.” Chris muses softly bracing your elbow drawing you in, so relieved to look into your beautiful eyes again. “I’m so sorry about last night sweetness please…please don’t be mad at me.” A slight tingle crawls up your arm as his thumb brushes over your warm skin, and he drops his chin closer to your ear. You try to get ahold of yourself but it’s useless you tremble anyway. Can hardly breathe. “Wanna make it up to you. Wanna show you how truly,” to put emphasis on his words he strengthens his hold, “and deeply sorry I am for standing you up. Hate to disappoint you YN…”
You steady your dizzy head with a slow meditative breath, allowing is enticing whispers to swim around your brain. That shit sounds so damn good and all but…when. If you have to wait another night, you were going to combust into a cloud of smoke. You can’t take living on the edge much longer it was really beginning to wear you down.
“Anne coming home threw me off,” Chris explains when he senses your hesitancy, “and I didn’t know how to tell you sweetness please.”
You hear him but you aren’t a fan of excuses. You’ve had your share. “You could have text me, Chris. Today. This morning.”
But he’s begging with those steel blue eyes. “I hear you. And you’re right I’m sorry…please…”
Your eyes fall down and around his pretty face, inspecting for a flicker of bullshit but nothing there. Just the handsome fucker you’re falling for. It’s his ticket to his second chance.
“Maybe.”
Your indecision falters his confidence a bit but he knows you, knows you like to play hard to get, so he accepts. Chris gives you some air with a crooked smirk, nodding as he reaches for the door handle with a flirty wink. That maybe will turn into a beautiful chorus of yes’s later.
“I’ll escort Max’s bodyguard out.”
Anne watched you two from the down the hall while Max gathered his things for the day. Nev in tow, keeping a protective arm around his shoulders. Looks like she’s right her husband is into the single mom next door. And you two have been intimate it seems she can tell by the way he looks at you. Chris used to look at her like that for a little while before she started to show him that she didn’t want him anymore. Anne wanted to make it work but she had to be honest with herself. If it wasn’t for Max, she’d probably have nothing to do with Chris. Yes he was a good dad and had changed his lifestyle to be that man for him but he still wasn’t the man she could fall in love with. He’ll never be. Hopefully he’s the man someone like you could fall in love with. From where she stood, you seemed to be. Anne grins at Chris as he jogs over to get Nev.
“Everything good?” He asks peeking his head into the classroom.
“Yeah he’s okay. Nev calmed him down.” She watches him observe them with this loving smile that speaks volumes. Chris keeps his focus on them like she isn’t even there. “Glad Max has a friend like her. They seem to spend a lot of time together.”
Anne’s baiting him again. “They do.” He cuts his eyes over at her, challenging her to shutup.
“They’re cute. Kinda like…brother and sister…don’t you think?” Anne nudges a nod at them walking over, stifling back an up to no good smirk as Chris’s nostrils flare.
“Anne, stop.”
“Ready?” She calmly asks Max and Nev, ignoring him killing her with his glare. Taking their hands to walk them out, she whispers over, “When you’re ready to be honest, let me know.”
Nev was so confused when you offered up to treat her to whatever she wanted. She knew she did right by standing up for Max but she also knew that hitting someone at school isn’t allowed, so why were you in such a good mood? Why weren’t you fussin? Why was she getting ice cream?
“Mama you sure I’m not in trouble?” She asks from across the kitchen table, bowl of strawberry ice cream untouched. What if it’s a trap.
Just to show her you’re not upset, you smile big and pinch her cheek. “Nah you’re good twin.” But she still won’t pick up her spoon, so you give it to her straight. “Understand, what you did for Max was right. Sometimes you’ve got to break the rules. I’m proud of you baby. Just don’t make it a habit okay?”
Nev hesitantly picks up her spoon, her grin growing the more she peers up at you.
“Yes ma’am.”
Chris didn’t tell Anne exactly where he was going. Out with some friends, that’s all he said as he headed out the door. And some friends he did go see for about an hour or so. Had a few drinks, some good laughs before he was taking his exit, pulling his phone out to call you like he promised. It’s getting late, but if he heads over now, Anne will think he’s still out with his friends. All the secrecy wasn’t necessary but he really wasn’t ready to have that talk with his wife yet. Everything is fresh, and he didn’t want to rush anything by announcing his split because ultimately, that’s what it would all boil down to. Then it’s conversations about custody and the house yada, yada. Too soon.
“Chris,” you answer with a yawn. You’d fallen asleep watching a show on Hulu. Realizing how late it is you worry. “What’s up? You ok?”
“Come let me in sweetness.”
You jump up in the bed. “Huh?!” And Chris just darkly chuckles at the surprise in your shout. You gun for your mirror, mentally going down your pre-sex checklist as you do something cute with your hair.
“Ssshhhh baby…come on. Come open the door for daddy…”
Thankfully you already had on something pretty enticing, a matching underwear set and your kimono that’s flying out behind you as you race to the door for your daddy. Sends a chill down your spine. You’d hope he would show and fuckin right he did. There he stood beneath your porch light, all alluring and fatal, leaning up against the frame.
“Mm good evening…” Chris can’t believe his eyes seeing you in stand there in your underwear, robe slippin down your shoulder. Can’t take his smoky eyes off your tits sitting perfectly in that push up bra he tastes his thin lips. “This is nice. Is this for me?” His thick fingertips pinch and soothe the silky hem of your robe as he takes a dominant step inside. And his abrasiveness takes your breath, ignites the flame that burns your cheeks. His fingers continue to slide on down until they reach your tingling hip dying for his calloused prints to grab ahold.
“I’m for you.” Bracing both sides of his soft fuzzy head you pull Chris into your whispering lips. He smells like orange bitters and weed. His goatee tickles your chin as you faintly graze your warm pants of breath. “I’m for you daddy.”
His palms are clammy but strong on the small of your back, guiding you directly to his narrow hips so you can feel how hard he gets when you call him daddy. Can’t hear it enough. Your burning midsections meet, and grind, and you guys whimper as your sloppy wet tongues intertwine.
“Mmmm yeah you are sweetness,” Chris hums into your lips locked, gripping your ass so hard you inhale sharply and claw his scalp. Your legs clamor up his pants legs as he helps you up, slipping his fingertips into the damp crotch of your panties. “Pussy made just for me,” you cry out his name as one of his fingers dip into your squishy hole, “can’t get her off my mind.”
Chris swirls his finger around inside you while he sucks up under your chin, carrying you trembling and whining over to the sofa. First stop on his make up tour. He sits you down, then falls to his knees, pulling your panties off with frenzied fingers. He isn’t lying he can’t stop thinking about how exquisite your juices taste, obsessed with how insanely wet his dick he makes her when he’s digging you out. He’s going to be inside you until you beg him to give you a break but even then he won’t stop because he’s fuckin addicted to your drive. Chris grabs ahold of the back of your knees and jerks your weak body further down into the seat with a carnivorous smile, reinserting his dancing fingers back inside your throbbing folds, and sits up on his knees to steal another erotic kiss. Y’all are trying to do your best to keep all your sounds on the low. Can’t wake Nev but then again it feels so goddamn good to be connected you almost don’t give a fuck. You’re left breathless as Chris kneels back down on the carpet, plucking your panties off the ground and stuffing them into your dry noisy mouth.
“Shh, shh sweetness. Gotta be quiet,” he whispers pressing two fingers covered with your creamy wetness into your parted lips, “no matter how fuckin good it gets.” Chris chuckles at your muffled tiny whimpers as he traces them leaving a trail of your essence on every wrinkle in your pink skin. God you wish you could lick them clean but he reads your mind and does it himself. “Understood sweetness?”
You nod and fist the cushion, barely mewling behind your panties drenched with your drool. Your gaze falls with Chris lowering his smirking lips towards your fluttering folds asking for a sweet, sweet kiss. He pulls them apart and slowly licks each one keeping his sights set on you hyperventilating and intently watching him french kiss your messy pussy. Watching him go to work only heightened the experience because it’s so damn beautiful the way he turns his neck from side to side, swirls and flickers his broad tongue around your swollen clit, fucks you with three fingers and falls into your loving gaze. And even with him slurping and smacking between your thighs, you keep all your wailing to a minimum. Only wanna please daddy who is doing his best to please you. Chris has got to make amends.
Tears stream down the sides of your face as you quietly keen and bow your back off the couch, fighting yourself to shutup the closer he beckons your orgasm with each curl of his tongue against your g-spot. You mildly grunt and wheeze, ride his chin that’s meeting your rolling hips, focus on the building rumble of your impending climax. No sound. You promised. But you wanna scream his name as you convulse attached to his vacuum sealed lips, squirting your cum over his tastebuds and down his guzzling throat that hums with absolute pleasure. And he doesn’t stop until you settle slouched with drunkish eyelids, image of him wiping his chin with the back of his hand fading in and out.
Chris takes you by your limp hands and pulls you up into his sturdy arms. “Not yet sweetness,” he whispers removing your ruined panties from your tired jaw then wipes away your drying tears and drool. “Still gotta prove myself to you.”
He doesn’t think he’s done enough? Your body was already so worn from him devouring a piece of your soul like an appetizer. How can you take his perfect dick after all of that? So tired all you can do is huff a pathetic sigh and drape you spaghetti noodle arms around his shoulders as he collects your exhausted legs.
“Oh daddy…it’s too much I can’t…” You shake your fatigued head but Chris believes in you, nodding with a lewd crooked smile, effortlessly picking you up as he stands.
“Yes, yes you can baby,” he coaches tenderly in your ear, carrying you to your bedroom, “it’s not enough…I can never get enough of you.”
You release a delicate hiss, “ssshiiiit…” when Chris fists your hair, stretching your neck to the side just so he can nibble his way down to your collarbone. But then right back up with big sloppy open mouth kisses, flat tongue lapping up to your earlobe, taking a bite with a menacing growl—fuckin hell—this man…this man is a monster. Holding you up by your feeble thighs, relentlessly rutting his stiff cock raging behind his zipper into your messy spread. He huffs and grunts hushed obscenities, all the nasty things he wants to do to you and as he spoke, his voice would crack behind his longing. With each hitch, your skin shudders…all the way down to your sensitive pussy. Only the third time you two have fucked around together and…Chris owned you.
Once he’s at the foot of your bed, he drops you on the mattress, and tears his shirt off over his head. Licking and biting his bottom lip that still smelled like you, his lust blown pupils eat you up all sprawled out over the vintage print of your robe. Your chest heaving so your tits are about to pour out of the cups of your bra. All you can do is stare, like really take him in and shake your head, whisper fuck as your eyes scale over his massive chest piece that you love…all the scars imprinted into his rippling muscles. Fuck.
He unbuckles his belt, and the tiny clinking of the metal makes your pussy quiver. “Take it off.” Your bra, he means, flicking his chin at it. “Wanna see every inch of your skin sweetness.”
As you reach around to unhook your bra, Chris unzips and drops his pants, revealing every inch of his twitching cock to the dimly lit room. You choke on a gasp, because witnessing it…him…as a full thick bodied unit is…a work of art. He loves how hard you gape, sights jumping from his delicious smirk down to his cock, back up to that chest piece but then back down to his toned legs when he slowly sinks a knee into the bed. Crawling up your soft brown legs, he grazes his goatee along your calf muscle and you can feel him grin at the way your breath gradually hitches. Can feel your skin burn the higher he travels. Looking into his dark eyes, you run your shaky fingers through his short auburn hair, crying out when his pouty wet lips trail over your knee. Chris hums a teasing chuckle abandoning the curve of your knee to fill in the space between your lips with a subtle moan.
You almost can’t believe he’s here, in your bed, in between your thighs, while everyone’s obliviously sleeping. His family. Your kid. You almost don’t care with the way he fucks into you, roughly grunting into the palm of your hand as you whine into his. Neither of you can take how amazing it feels, how connected you guys are not only physically but emotionally…it’s clear as day in your eyes, in his. He’s just a good fuck, you try to convince yourself but your focus on him never wavered as you guys so your best not to wake up Nev.
“Sorry I neglected you sweetness.” Chris pants into your sweaty face, bracing the small of your back with his swole arm. Picking up the pace he frenches back your high pitched moans, smacking his red hips off the back of your thighs. Feels like he’s been fuckin you for hours he probably should get home soon but he didn’t want to stop making you squirt all over his dick and balls like that. Between that and the way he can still hear you call out his name with his tongue down your throat…it’s enough to make him fuckin bust.
“So sorry I let you down.” He hisses into the back of his hand that’s returned to muffle back your blissful sighs. “I’ll do better sweetness daddy promises.”
You relinquish a dirty groan and whine into his salty palm, feeling his promises and your oncoming orgasm, plush walls choking out his veiny shaft. Chris doesn’t stop, really bucking his hips now, doesn’t care what time it is or who can hear he’s determined to make you feel him in your sleep. While you act like everything’s normal in your office tomorrow. Like you didn’t get fucked into by your hot as fuck neighbor. He huffs a breathless chuckle as he watches your eyes roll back into your skull. Your voice gone silent, hell, maybe you even stopped breathing but didn’t matter. You’re right there…he’s right there…he’s blowing your back and your mind ho-ooolyshit…holy shit!
“You accept me sweetness? Accept my apology?”
Chris rehabilitates you with loving kisses up and down the bridge of your nose, holding you so close as you gasp for air. How are you even conscious enough to nod yes to that stupid ass question. Fuck yeah you forgive him. Right now, Chris can do no wrong for a really, really long time. Yeah you accept him just as he is. You ground yourself in his scent, run your weak fingertips over the softness of his buzzcut. You wish he didn’t have to go. You could lay naked with him like this for days and days and days…
“Stay a little longer…” you plead as he gets dressed even though you knew he would turn you down. But Chris wishes he could. Just look at that pout.
“I’ll see you in a few hours.” He sinks his teeth into your bottom lip then kisses you goodbye, cupping your cheek, getting one last look at you glowing. “Get some sleep. I’ll lock the door.”
He always leaves you with a little hop in his step, feeling so calm and giddy, relishing in the smell of your immaculate pussy, grabbing his dick still tingling. Damn he wanted to stay, love up on you as you peacefully slept then woke you up with breakfast. Chris wanted a life with you. He hated to be without you, and he missed you so much already. The only way to remedy this ache, to get what he really wants, was to do the one thing he wasn’t ready for. Talk to his shit wife.
The house is dark. Still. Good, he can avoid Anne’s probing and insinuating comments. When he’s ready, feels absolutely sure you, he’ll present the full situation. Until then it’s none of her business. It’s just Anne wasn’t willing to let it die. A living room lamp clicks on, busting Chris who heaves a hard irritated sigh. He sharply turns to his right. Anne sits on the couch, patting the seat next to her.
Summary: Caught in an anti-hero demonstration, you become an unwilling participant in a political game of tug of war. Tony Stark wants you to be the new poster child for his pro-Avengers rhetoric, Nick Fury wants you to fade into the background, and Bucky Barnes… wants something else from you entirely.
Warnings: Near Death Experience, Noncon, Stalking, Manipulation, Kidnapping, Smut, Breeding. Blackmail, Infidelity, Dark!AU, Grey/Dark Avengers AU, Dead dove Do not eat
A/N: um. i think you all could see the signs that things were about to go from zero to sixty with the ending of the last chapter, but just in case you didn’t, here’s your warning. updated the warnings a bit to reflect the content from here on out! bottom divider by @firefly-graphics!
The work below is my own, and is unbeta’d and unedited. I do not consent for it to be translated and or posted elsewhere by anyone but myself. Minors, DNI!
Bucky leaves shortly after Patrick gets back, and you can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong, very wrong, for the rest of the day. While you shower, as you go through the stretches the physical therapist taught you, as you run loving fingers through Pat’s hair. The wrongness won’t abate, won’t leave you alone.
The Black Widow arrives a few hours later, and declines your hesitant offer to come inside. No thank you, she’d said with a tart smile. I’m better from outside. Patrick is just grateful to have the apartment back, spreading out on the couch and surfing channels aimlessly. You, on the other hand, can’t stop turning over this morning’s events in your head, gnawing at it like a dog with a bone.
The cold hand, the beard, the voice that wasn’t Pat’s—
Your stomach fills with lead.
Youknow what the truth is, but you can barely even think it. It doesn’t make sense, for one, that Bucky would sneak into your room and do that.He’s half a celebrity, and while you buy about half of the populace running away screaming, you know the other half would walk readily right into his bed. There was no need to dally with you.
So why did he?
Why did he pretend to be Patrick, slither between your thighs and—
You clench them shut, your stomach lurching with shame as your cunt pulses at the memory. It isn’t your fault it felt good, you know that, but the shame eats away at you anyway. And Pat—you don’t know how he’d react to the knowledge, and you don’t want to find out. You clench your fists under the knitted blanket Patrick’s mother had given the two of you at your engagement party last year.
You don’t know when you’ll see Bucky next and your stomach flops nervously at the thought of being alone with him after what happened. He’d seemed so nice before, if a little stoic; you don’t understand the shift, can’t make sense of it.
And it certainly doesn’t help that you’re essentially house-bound, unable to drive your car without the go-ahead from Doctor Bradford. You feel trapped, like you’re just waiting for the predator to circle round again, to take another meaty bite out of you.
And what a bite he’d taken.
You can’t find it in yourself to leave your bubble of alternating self-deprecation and loathing for Bucky’s transgression, you’re surprised when Patrick starts getting ready for his night shift. It’s with grim resignation that you watch him step into his nurse’s shoes—the ones you’d teased him about more than once—and pin his tag on his shirt, right onto the pocket, like always.
“Babe? You good? You’ve been quiet all day.” Patrick is shrugging into his scrubs, and his voice rouses you from your anxiety driven fugue. “I can call off if you want.” On one hand, you do, you really do—you want Pat to stay, to help you confront Bucky for what he did to you—
But the larger part of you, the part that echoes with your father’s drilled-in shame, doesn’t even want Patrick to know. You don’t want him thinking of you as damaged goods, the woman who couldn’t even recognize her own fiancé’s voice. His mother already hated you, and you were loathe to give her more reason to mistrust you.
No, better for you to handle this on your own. For once you were glad for the insistent beeping of his pager as they contacted him again—rushing him in, putting a pin back into the grenade of this line of discussion.
“I’m good. Sorry, I’m just tired. I think it’s the pills.” You offer him a watery smile. “You go.” He does, with one last, almost mistrustful look at you over his shoulder.
“Call if you need anything, okay?”
“Okay.”
—
You twiddle your thumbs in the emptiness of your apartment, wondering what you’ll say, what you’ll do when Bucky shows up for guard duty, so much so that when Natasha raps on your door with her knuckles, you almost throw up from nerves.
“I’m headed out,” she says as you pull the door open. “Steve’ll be here shortly, if he’s not here already.” It sends a cool wave of relief through you to know it won’t be Bucky you see next, and you nod gratefully.
“How long, um, do you think we’ll have to do all this?” You ask, steadying yourself against the door. “The whole, um. Bodyguard thing.”
“Probably until the press dies down. Another couple of weeks, at most. We already got a few pings just from presence at the junket.” Her voice is confident, assured. It makes you want to trust her confidence. She turns to leave, but stops, hesitating. “Here, take my number. Just in case. And only for emergencies, understand?” She replies sternly, and you nod quickly.
“Thanks.”
You hobble back to the living room, and begin your best attempt at tidying up with only the use of one hand, a crutch held under the other. When the buzzer rings, you answer with confidence, pressing the intercom button.
“Yes?”
“Hey. It’s me. Can you buzz me in?”
“Oh, Steve. Sure.” You move to press the door button, and the familiar buzz sounds through the speaker. You wait patiently by the door for Steve to get there, tugging open the door as his footfalls approach the landing.
“Hiya, doll.” Bucky grins at you as he rounds the corner. No.You gape at him, unable to speak as you sputter. “Surprised to see me? Steve had something come up, something with the baby—”
You slam the door, sliding the deadbolt across it with trembling fingers. It’s instinct more than anything, but you’re glad for it when his body thuds against the door only a second or two later.
“You need to leave, Bucky,” you say shakily. “Get out of here!”
“Doll, what? Why? Something wrong?” It makes your stomach roll to hear him ask so genuinely, all while the feeling of his hands on your body burns in your memory. He raps on the door hard, and you can hear his heavy breath.
“You… you have to go, Bucky. I know what you did this morning, okay? I… I fucking know!”
There’s silence from the other side of the door, and then a heavy sigh.
“Goddammit.”There’s another knock. “Sweetheart, open the door and let’s talk about it. Come on. Let’s be adults about this.”
There’s a casual kind of coolness in his tone that makes you both angry and terrified, like he’d forseen this outcome—
Planned for it.
“No. You need to leave. You need to leave, a-and I’m going to tell Tony what you did—” This time, it isn’t Bucky’s voice that interrupts you—it’s your own.
“God!”
“What? What is that?”
“F-fuck, I—”
Your face heats as you realize what he’s doing. He’s playing something, a recording—
A recording of this morning.
Before you can think about it, consider what you’re doing, your hands are flying to the locks, practically tearing off the deadbolt.
“Stop, it, shut that off—” The door slams inward, and it narrowly misses pulping you against the wall you as you scramble away. You hit the floor with an oof, your crutches clattering to the ground beside you. “Bucky…”
He tosses you the phone as he steps over the threshold, closing the door behind him. He makes sure to set the lockandthe deadbolt, turning to grin at you over his shoulder.
“For interruptions.” Bucky squats down in front of you, and motions down at the phone in your lap. “Oh, that’s my favorite part.” You don’t want to look down, but it’s like you can’t stop yourself, your eyes drifting to the screen. You watch yourself writhing on your bed, one thick, flesh hand, one metal, holding your thighs apart while Bucky feasts on you.
You toss the phone away as if it’s burned you.
“Why would you do that?” You murmur, hot angry tears gathering in your eyes. He sighs, running a hand through his thick hair.
“I’m sorry, doll. I am. I…” He hesitates, before shrugging, like there’s no point in keeping it from you now. “I thought those pills’d have you under for a little longer.” The apologetic smile he gives you is chilling, instead of relatable. “I just couldn’t wait anymore. I’m not patient, you know?”
“What? What are you—”
“I saved your life.” He states the irrefutable fact with a completely straight face. “Didn’t I?” Bucky reaches forward to brush a lock of hair out of your face, and you go completely rigid at the motion. “You know, there’s some cultures that believe if you save a life, you own it. You know that, doll?”
All of the anger goes out of you at once—and is replaced by ice cold terror.
“I asked you a question sweetheart, please answer me.”
It’s night impossible to swallow the ball of panic in your throat but you manage, somehow.
“Y-yes. I kn-know that.”
“Thank you. In ancient Rome, a savior was regarded as a sort of… second father. But that’s not really what I want. Unless,” Bucky grins cheekily down at you, “you’re into that sort of thing.”
You don’t laugh, and he sighs. “Look, I like you. You’re sweet. And… I can protect you. Patrick can barely keep your heads above water,” he scoffs, shaking his head. “I can’t believe that’s what passes for a man these days.”
The urge to defend your fiancé is tamped down easily by your fear—you know what this man can do.
“I understand it might take some… time. For you to come around. So, I’m prepared to offer you a deal.”
“A deal?” You echo him hoarsely, attempting to blink back tears and failing. “What deal?”
“Well, I’m not going to post your film debut online for the world to see,” he holds up the phone, wiggling it for emphasis. “But I expect certain…allowances in return.” You don’t miss the way his eyes sweep down your body. This time, you can’t hold your tongue.
“What? No! I’m not touching you, I—”
“I get this is new for you doll, and while I’m a… modern man in a lot of ways, I’m not going to tolerate disrespect just because I’m sweet on you.” His eyes go hard. “I could have let you bleed out on the museum floor, after all.” Your breath hitches and time seems to slow as he leans in closer. His large hand is warm on your thigh through your thin leggings.
“Iown you, doll. And depending on which way I spin our beautiful first moment, I can bring down this whole house of cards you’ve built for yourself. This?” He gestures around at your apartment, but you get his larger meaning, “Only lasts as long as I say it does.” He squeezes your thigh, and then reaches up to caress your cheek like a lover, like he hadn’t just delivered a terrifying threat. “So I wouldn’t piss me off. Understand?”
You take a few seconds longer than he’d like to answer, and his lips press into a frown.
“Y-yes, Bucky,” you manage to squeak out around the other words in your throat. “I understand.”
“Good. Let’s get you up, doll. That doesn’t look comfortable at all.” He helps you to your feet with a patience that rivals Pat’s, and you swallow the futile scream that builds when he fixes you with that soft, gentle smile. “Let’s go pick out a movie, or something. We’ve got all night.”
—
Bucky is stifling.
He won’t give you a moment’s peace; standing practically hip to hip with you in the kitchen as you microwave the popcorn, standing over your shoulder as you return texts from your sister that you’d been ignoring—like he was trying to tacitly remind you of his imagined claim on your body, on your soul.
But what did it matter, imagined or not, if he had the power to enforce it?
The last thing you want is for Patrick to see that video, to see the absolute worst of you—for the world to see it. It doesn’t matter now that you’d been an unwilling participant, and if not unwilling then certainly unknowing—no one will believe it, not when they watch you writhing under his touch.
You barely do.
You sit stiffly, holding onto the popcorn in a white-knuckled grip. His metal arm falls around you, and he squeezes you affectionately.
“See?” He says, nuzzling against your throat. Your own breath hitches—both because it’s strangely natural,like the affection is real, and because you’re disgusted with yourself for considering whatever twisted thing he’d built up in his own head as valid for even a second. “Doesn’t have to be so bad.”
What choice do I have?
Until you can get help, tell someone—anyone—you’re stuck, completely at his mercy. You hadn’t been able to understand his breach of trust, not until he’d explained himself, and everything had clicked into place with horrible clarity. His overt overprotectiveness, the way he’d begun methodically inserting himself into your life. Even now, he traces patterns on the exposed skin of your arm, the cool metal leaving goosebumps in its wake.
“Feel like you’re too far away, doll,” he drawls, and reluctantly you look up at him. He pats the thickest part of his thigh with a heavy hand. “Want you right here, close to me.” Your stomach lurches at his request. Sitting next to him is the most you can manage, you don’t want anything else. The movie drones on in the background as you stare at one another, and you know you don’t have long before Bucky’s patience runs out.
“I-I—” You can’t swallow the lump in your throat so you try to speak around it. “Bucky, I don’t—”
“You’re nervous. I get that,” he cuts you off, running his hands up and down your sides in smooth gentle movements, like he’s trying to calm a panicked animal. You suppose you are—you’re terrified, your heart pounding as Bucky’s fingers sink into the meat of your hips. You let out a shrill squeak as he lifts you, settling you across his thigh.
“But you don’t have to be, not with me.” Hot tears, indignant tears, well in your eyes, and you try not to let them fall. Bucky’s breath is hot against the back of your neck. “I’m going to take good care of you.” You know his promise is supposed to inspire confidence, but the only thing you feel is the slow creep of dread, sinking into everything.
This is really happening.
You want to wake up from this, but there isno waking from it—Bucky’s hands are warm as they massage you through the thin fabric of your leggings, his pleased sighs ringing in your ear as he familiarizes himself with your body. There’s no relaxing either, your body taut as a tightrope perched on his knee. To any onlooker, you know this looks like a date-night—a movie, snacks, two people cuddled close—but the pounding of your heart, the tremor in your hands, you can’t hide those. Someone onscreen laughs, and Bucky chuckles too, the sound vibrating against your back.
“You feel tense, sweetheart,” He murmurs, and you wince as he drags his lips down the exposed skin at your shoulder until he meets cloth. “I can help.” His hungry hands come to rest on your thighs, his thumbs massaging circles into the taut muscle. You try to snap your thighs shut, wiggle off of his lap, but Bucky is stronger than you are—by far. It doesn’t even seem like it taxes him in the least to keep you seated as he locks an arm around your belly, anchoring you to him.
“Shh, shh,” he smooths his other hand over your hair. “You’ll feel so much better, doll, I know it.” Fresh horror blooms in you as he strokes along your inner thigh with light fingers, mumbling his appreciation for you in a low, reverent voice.
“So soft…” You can feel the thick length of his cock pressing up between the cheeks of your ass, and you choke on your horrified gasp. “See how hard you got me, sweetheart? S’all for you.” Your mouth opens, and you inhale a breath to scream—
Bucky’s metal hand closes around your throat, squeezing just hard enough to limit your air.
“Oh, baby. I wouldn’t.” His other hand doesn’t stop moving, stroking the skin of your belly under your t-shirt. “You think I won’t fuck you if your neighbors come watch?” The blood curdles in your veins at his frankness. “I don’t mind if the whole world watches you cum on my face, sweetheart—and believe me, it’s a pretty sight. In fact, I think that might make this a whole lot easier, don’t you? If everyone knows, then—”
“Please,” you croak, tugging ineffectually at his arm. He releases his hold on your throat, and you gasp and cough as the air floods back into your lungs. You don’t want Patrick to know, to see. Without Pat, you’d be alone, adrift in the world. He’d made you feel like you could do more than just be your father’s replacement for your mother, to take care of him until he was six feet in the ground. Like you owed it to her memory to be something—like you owed it to yourself.
Bucky could have everything else—but he can’t have that.
He kisses the skin at the back of your throat, his beard rasping against your skin.
“Let’s not make this difficult, doll. Either way you play this, I get what I’m owed.”
“No one’s owed anything,” you croak, wriggling in his lap. Bucky stills you with a smart tap to your thigh. “That’s not how the world works.”
“Oh?” He says, as if he’s amused by your reasoning, amused enough to let your sass slide. “I’ll remember that when folks come to collect. Funny,” he hums as his fingers dip beneath the waistband of your leggings, playing at the skin beneath them before he tugs them harshly down. “how no one’s owed, but someone always come to collect.” There’s a low laugh as he grazes the skin of your vulva.
“No panties, doll? And I thought you weren’t expecting me.” He parts your lips with two fingers, and you’re as embarrassed as he is pleased when he finds your folds damp. You huff through your clenched teeth as Bucky slowly circles your clit with one finger while he grinds his cock against you. You’re overwhelmed with him—the woodsy scent of his cologne in your nostrils, his hands on you, in you. It’s enough to make your head spin.
Which it does, unwitting pleasure winding up your spine as you stare dizzily at the ceiling. You try everything; shutting your eyes to try and keep him out, picturing Patrick, trying to remember the vows you were still drafting up for the wedding—but none of it works. Bucky’s face swims in the darkness behind your closed eyes as his fingers dance over your bud, and his breath in your ear wipes clean the memory of your future promises.
The noise as his fingers slide in and out of you, aided by your body’s own slick is deafening. You hate your own muted moans as Bucky’s teeth drag along your shoulder blade, uncaring of whether he leaves a mark or not. The sound of his zipper lowering makes you choke back a sob, and you gasp softly at the feel of his bare cock against your ass.
“I saw, you know,” he grunts as he ruts against you. “Fucking pathetic, couldn’t even let you get off first.” Bucky lets out a low, guttural laugh when your pussy clenches around him, fresh wetness coating his fingers. “Mmm, feels good, doesn’t it, doll?” You clench around him. “Real man would have taken care of you—that’s why I had to step in and do it.” Bucky doesn’t let up, and you whine and writhe against him.
Your orgasm hits you like a train and you arch against his knee, your cunt throbbing as your release coats his fingers thick and sticky. You can feel Bucky moving against you, your pleasure—your shame—leaking back to coat his cock. Limp and wrung out from the force of it, you shudder. Maybe it’s cruel irony that Pat had never made you feel quite like this, that this man who you you undeniably hate can play your body like a fine instrument.
His hands rise to cup your breasts, flicking at your nipples through your bralette. “If I didn’t want to be in your pussy so bad, I’d give this sweet ass of yours a try,” Bucky says as his the head of his cock slides lewdly against your puckered entrance. You push ineffectively at his metal hand as he lifts your hips, positioning his cock underneath your twitching cunt.
“Bucky, Bucky no—”
“Stopwhining, doll,” his words end in a sigh as his cock begins to press up into you, pushing against the tightness of your entrance until it pops inside. He groans, huffing out an appreciative breath. “You’re like velvet inside, you know that?” He’s so thick, it’s like there’s not enough room inside of you for all of him, but he pushes in anyway.
You squeak as he fills you, his jeans rubbing uncomfortably against your bare thighs. Bucky kneads your hip with one hand and rocks against you slow, but even his short thrusts steal the air from your lungs. Even the sting of his cock stretching you open winds with the pleasure eating away at every conscious thought that manages to break through the static in your brain.
“God, you’re fuckin’ perfect, sweetheart,” he underscores the complement with another muffled curse. “Could stay in you all goddamned day.” He doesn’t fuck you like Pat does, with quiet efficiency, mindful of how long he’s taking—Bucky fucks you like it’s all he wants to do. His strokes are slow, leisurely, and you sob at the slow drag of him against your walls.
Bucky bounces you on his lap, and your breath gurgles in your throat. “F-full…” You don’t even realize you’ve spoken until Bucky’s black-honey laugh meets your ear.
“Feels good, doesn’t it, doll?” He kneads your breasts with one greedy hand while the other tugs your legs apart, splaying you open lewdly across his thighs. Bucky sinks in with a loud squelch that makes you keen. Distantly, you’re aware of the slapping of flesh, the squeal of the springs in you and Pat’s ancient couch as Bucky lays into you with languid heavy thrusts.
“Nice, fat cock digging you out—tell me baby, that miserable excuse for a man ever make you feel this good?” When you don’t answer immediately, Bucky’s hips snap into yours hard, the head of his cock punching against your cervix. You wail, babbling.
“N-no, no Bucky!” You wish that the guilt that flares up in you at your forced honesty is enough to quell the tide of pleasure cresting over you. You hate him—but your body still responds. “Oh, oh God—”
Pleasure sears the synapses in your brain, fireworks exploding behind your unseeing eyes as you gape up at your ceiling. Bucky fucks you through it, abandoning his slow, deep pace for quick, sharp thrusts.
“Fuck, m’gonna fill you up, doll, want you leakin’ with me for days—”He growls low in his throat, strained breaths puffing against your ear as sticky warmth floods you, his cock jerking against your walls. The both of you sit there, panting as you try to piece everything back together.
Bucky strokes the side of your face, before pressing a kiss into your hair.
“See, doll?” He says with a dry laugh. “Not so bad.”
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Summary: Caught in an anti-hero demonstration, you become an unwilling participant in a political game of tug of war. Tony Stark wants you to be the new poster child for his pro-Avengers rhetoric, Nick Fury wants you to fade into the background, and Bucky Barnes… wants something else from you entirely.
Warnings: Near Death Experience, Noncon, Stalking, Manipulation, Kidnapping, Smut, Breeding, Infidelity, Dark!AU, Grey/Dark Avengers AU,
A/N: i can only hope y’all are as excited to read this next chapter as i am to share it with you. i’m so happy to be back in the Rattler-verse!! bottom divider by @firefly-graphics.
The work below is my own, and is unbeta’d and unedited. I do not consent for it to be translated and or posted elsewhere by anyone but myself. Minors, DNI!
The makeup artist spritzes you with something, telling you to close your eyes just before the droplets make contact with your skin. You’ve never been much for makeup, and so when Tony asked if you’d like someone to “get you camera ready”, you’d said yes without a second thought. Now though, as she spun you in the chair and positioned you like a doll, you were beginning to regret it.
“Just stay still, yes?” She says sternly in her thick accent. “Spray need time to set.” She seems rather busy, flitting around the little room with the nervous energy of a hummingbird. “No touch face,” she warns, waggling a finger at you. “I be back.”
You count to ten before opening your eyes nervously, expecting to see Svetlana waiting with her arsenal of make-up brushes, but instead, you see Bucky. Leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed, his eyes cloudy and unreadable.
“Oh,” you can’t help the sharp intake of breath as you raise your hand to your chest in surprise. “S-Sorry. I was expecting…” You trail off. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be.” He says. “I’m just first on guard duty.” The smile he gives you is unsure, like he doesn’t know whether it’s okay to make a joke or not. He reaches out a hand for you to shake, and you take it, noting the warmth and whir of machinery under your touch.
“Ah.” You tap your fingers against the arms of the chair you’re in, unsure of what to say. You don’t know if you should bring up that you remember him, remember what he did—he didn’t seem too comfortable with it in the hospital room, and you’re loathe to invite the dislike of one of the people tasked with your protection.
“I um, I just, God, sorry this is awkward. I wanted to say thank you. Um. For saving me. I’m going to say it, you know, out there, but I thought it might be more meaningful if you, um. Heard it from me personally first.”
It isn’t quite surprise that graces Bucky’s ; features, his eyebrows rising up his forehead. More like incredulity, like he hasn’t really ever been thankedbefore.
“You’re welcome.” He says after a moment, like he’s trying to figure out just how to respond. “I know Tony can be pushy.” He rolls his eyes, and it makes you laugh. “But thank you. For what you’re doing.”
You’re still not sure about it, and the thought of standing in front of the press is starting to make your hands clammy. A nervous laugh bubbles from your lips.
“I wouldn’t thank me yet. I’m not the best public speaker.” You fix Bucky with a wry smile. “There’s still time to find someone better, I think.”
“You’ll do fine, doll. Just… pretend they’re not there. Would it help if I stood in the audience?” He asks, a small smile on his full lips. “Make it like you’re talkin’ to me. Not them.” His suggestion brings a shy heat to your cheeks—that’s the kind of thing Pat would have suggested, if he’d been able to get the time off from the nursing home to make it, anyway.
“Yeah, actually. You’d do that? I thought you were just supposed to like, keep people from stabbing me, sort of thing,” You joked, and he laughed.
“I can do that from the audience, doll. Your guy’s got nothing to worry about.” He jerks his head towards the modest oval cut diamond on your left ring finger. “Already saved you once, figure I’ve got a pretty good track record.”
You laugh, and it surprises you because it’s actually real. You’d been worried they would all be like Tony, plastic and terrible and fake,but Bucky seemed… nice, despite his kind of checkeredpast. You’re about to say something else when Svetlana clears her throat behind him. Her foot taps impatiently against the expensive tile as she glares at him.
“Move, metal man. I finish her now.”
Bucky holds his hands up placatingly. “I’m goin’, I’m goin’. I’ll be right outside if you need me to,” he pantomimes a chokehold, and you stifle a giggle. He seems… relieved, like he’d been on guard—and you had to admit you had been too.
Maybe this won’t be so bad.
It wouldn’t be so terrible to come out of this with a friend—maybe one that would enjoy Patrick’s four hour Call of Duty sessions more than you did.
When Svetlana finishes your makeup, you’re sandwiched between her and Bucky all the way backstage. You swallow nervously at the sight of Tony Stark, locked in a particularly heated conversation with Nick Fury—who didn’t look happy.
“—options? Creating your own propaganda machine just the next logical step?”
“It’s not propaganda if it’s true. You know we can’t afford another Germany, not now—”
“Buck! And the guest of honor, I presume.” Steve Rogers steps directly into your field of vision, a hand outstretched for you to shake. “Nice to see you again.” You finagle your crutches until you can balance long enough to shake it firmly. His wife peeks out from behind him, and Steve wraps an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. “No need to be shy, sweetheart.”
You watch her give a strained smile. “Nice to meet you.” She’s heavily pregnant—likely about to pop any day now. You recall the news headlines from just months prior, the news footage of Captain America pulling his beloved wife from the firey wreckage of the accident.
I wouldn’t want to be here after that, either.
Steve presses an affectionate kiss into her hair. “I’m going to go find a place for this one to sit down. Shouldn’t be on her feet too much.”
“No, I shouldn’t,” she echoes softly, before giving you a genuine smile. “Good luck out there.” Her eyes flick to Steve and then back to you. “You’re in the snake pit, now.” You can’t ask her what she meant before Steve places a firm hand on her shoulder.
He steers her away, and you glance at Bucky. There’s a strange sort of… longingin his gaze as he watches them go, and you wonder if he has anyone to go home to. You only have a few seconds to ruminate on it, though, before Tony Stark’s wide grin is all you can see.
“Thank you for coming, thank you.” He looks genuinelypleased, at least. “I trust Sunshine here’s given you the rundown?” Tony jerks his thumb at Bucky, who simply glowers in his direction.
“Yeah. I go up there and utterly humiliate myself in front of the city and probably the whole world,” you mutter, wiping clammy palms against the dark blue fabric of your dress.
“You’ll do fine, kid. Can’t be harder than getting shot, right?” He claps you on the shoulder, and you swallow the urge to shove his hand away. You’re queasy enough as it is without the additional conflict.
Tony takes the stage before you do, and his solemn expression is reflected on the many screens all around the room. He’s used to press conferences, you can tell—he knows exactly where to look. It’s hard for you to concentrate on his introduction as you shift in your chair, waiting anxiously for him to pass the baton to you.
You wish Pat was here—he would know what to say, what to do to make these nerves nothing more than an unpleasant tingle in your chest. No, Pat is at work, again,and it’s yourfault. You clench your fists against your thigh, and try to take deep breaths. Slow, in through your nose and out through your mouth.
“You okay?” Even though his hand is made of metal, Bucky rests it lightly on your shoulder. “You need water, or something?” He looks up toward the stage, where you can see Tony’s back as he gesticulates, the same serious expression still painted onto his features. “Hate these things.”
“You do?”
“Yeah. I’m… well, you know.” He rubs the back of his neck. “Winter Soldier, and all.”
You nod your understanding. “No, I, um. I get it.” Bucky’s smile is small, but grateful.
“Say the word, and I’m your man in the crowd, doll.” He reminds you, just as Tony turns and gestures to you.
“It’s time,” he mouths the words at you, just in case his clear signals weren’t enough.
“Yes, please. Do that.” You huff out a breath as you situate your crutches under your arms and hobble over to the short set of steps. There’s a podium, and a little red stool beside it, which you gratefully sit on. There are so many people, cameras flashing—your heart thuds in your chest faster than an oncoming train.
And then you spot him. Close to the front, in the middle, his arms folded but there, and you breathe a sigh of relief. Thanks Bucky.
You’d missed Tony’s introduction entirely, but you don’t really need it—hands immediately begin popping up as you settle yourself on your seat, and hesitantly, you call on one of the first reporters you see.
“Yes?”
She stands a little taller, raising her microphone above the crowd. “In your own words, what happened on April 17th?”
“I, I, um—” You glanced down at Bucky and tried to remind yourself you were just talking to him. A casual conversation between friends. “I’m an art history student. Masters. So I am—I was,”you correct yourself, “at the Museum a lot. I think I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, because I was in the exhibit room Adrian Kettleton locked himself in when he came to make his demonstration.
I don’t know what happened before he started shooting. But when he did… everyone was on the ground. There was a lady there w-with kids,” your throat goes tight, and blindly, you grasp for the microphone. “S-sorry, I, um, I need a minute.” You turn away from the reporters, cover your face with your hands, and tryto breathe deep. What would Pat say?
“It’s okay, babe, take all the time you need.”
You wait until your heart is steady again before you lower your hands
“Kettleton opened fire, and he said this would all be over soon. That the cops would show up and that—” You choked back a sob—“only a few people would have to die.” You hadn’t even really talked about this with Pat, leaving it for the insurance-provided therapist to untangle. He shot two people before me while the police tried to talk him down, and…” Bucky nods encouragingly at you from the audience.
“Then the Avengers showed up. I… I had already been shot, but… I would be dead if they weren’t there.”
You’re not sure if you did what you were supposed to do, Bucky’s face is passive, and you can’t really look behind you to gauge Tony’s reaction. A man in the front raises his hand, and you point at him.
“So what you’re saying is, the police were ineffectual?”
You frown. “N-no, I didn’t say that, I said—”
“You said that the Avengers showed up. You’d already been shot, isn’t that right?”
You press your lips together into a frown. “Yes. Yes that’s right. But I’m notsaying the police were ineffectual. I’m saying that the Avengers saved my life.”
“I see.” You wonder how far he’ll run with that, how far they’ll allrun with it, but several more hands jump into the air, and your heart beats faster at the sight of them.
“Do you believe the shooting in Texas and the one in Shanghai are related?”
“Did you know Adrian Kettleton prior to the shooting? You both attended NYU, only a few years apart.”
“Your father shares some anti-hero sentiment, how does he feel about this?”
You’re dizzy as Tony helps you from the stage, camera flashes still seared into your retinas.
“You did good, kid. Real good.”
—
“It’s not that bad.” Patrick’s voice is wheedling through the bathroom door. You’d gotten home a few hours ago, and had been grateful to spend your evening binging the shows you’d missed with Patrick on his night off—
Until your phone began blowing up with clips of you,at the press junket. Different news stations had grabbed different parts, zeroing in on everything. Your speech, your movements, your hair, your clothes—
Rita: you seeing this?
Your little sister had attached a screenshot of a twitter thread, and you huff out a frustrated breath as you glare at it.
“It’s not you they’re publicly dissecting,” you moan. It’s not justyour friends and sister sending you things, it’s your socials—your twitter mentions are numbering in the tens of thousands, and your facebook friend requests look about the same. Your private instagram account has seven thousand follow requests, and you scroll through them all with your heart in your throat.
There are people calling you a liar, a con artist, claiming the Avengers were in on it, that they’d paid you to take a bullet. There were people claiming you’d never even been shot at all, which in and of itself was laughable. There were more, kinder folks, sending you well wishes, along with bots attempting to hawk you miracle remedies and diet teas.
A disaster.
“You know there’s someone claiming to be my third grade teacher?” You lament. “Which, if that really isMiss Hayes, makes me feel like shit because she called me a petulant little drama-queen.” Patrick sighs, and you can feel the weight of it through the door.
“One, I doubt that’s her because she would be like, ancient now, and probably not on twitter at all. And two—” The sound of the intercom buzzing cuts him off, ringing loudly through the apartment. You can practically hear the frown in Pat’s voice. “Who the hell…? I’ll be right back.” He clamors away from the door, and you get to your feet, brushing a few cat hairs from your leggings.
“Oh. I just, I guess we didn’t know you were coming. Starting tonight? Okay. Hold on, I’ll buzz you up.”
You poke your head out of the bathroom door in time to see Patrick unlocking the front door at the far end of the long hallway.
“You didn’t tell me you were supposed to have bodyguards,” he shout-whispers at you. “Your first shift is here. I think it’s all the press stuff.” You pad down the hallway to peek around Patrick, listening to the sound of heavy footfalls coming up the narrow stairs to your apartment.
Bucky’s chestnut hair comes into view first, and then his dark, steel blue eyes light on yours and he smiles.
“Hey, there, dollface.” Your face warms as Patrick’s grip tightens almost imperceptibly on your upper arm. “Sir.” He nods to your fiancé in greeting, and Pat relaxes a little.
“I thought I only needed someone, you know. During the speaking engagements,” you say, stepping aside to allow Bucky into the apartment. Patrick locks the door behind him, his face a bad mask of good-will. He isn’t happy about Bucky being here, but the both of you know he’d deposited Tony’s check yesterday—there was little he could do about it now other than ride it out.
“Some of those folks online are saying some pretty nasty things. Thought it might be a good idea for one of us to be close by in case anything happened.” He doesn’t step further inside than the foyer, like he’s trying to make it clear he knows he doesn’t belong. “I can stay out in the hall if it’s a bother.”
“No, of course not.” You know Patrick would have told him that was fine—male pride—but it isn’t, not for you. “You came to protect me, the least we can offer is the couch.”
You hobble around after Patrick, helping set up the couch for your unexpected guest. Bucky doesn’t intrude, toeing off his boots in the entry way and hanging his jacket on the hook while he waits.
“Thank you. I’ll just knock out here.” He lays down on the couch, folding his arms behind his head. You and Patrick retreat awkwardly into the bedroom, and he turns on a random show on Netflix to cover the sound of his whispered frustration.
“It’s just, you’d think they’d tell us something like that could be a possibility.” He runs a hand through his curly hair. “It’s just… It’s a little scary, I guess.”
“Hey, you’re the one who wanted me to go sign up for this,” you shoot back. Patrick relents, throwing his arms up and heaving an irritated sigh.
“I hate when you’re right.”
“You just hate that I think things all the way through,” you mutter, punching his arm. “Now help me into bed.” You giggle as he sweeps you up, depositing you onto the bed. You haven’t slept with Patrick since you’d been home from the hospital, and he hadn’t pushed, but tonight when he kisses you, there’s intentbehind it that you can feel. You sigh against his mouth, bringing your hand up to cup the side of his face.
There’s a dull thump and the sound of footfall— was the door always open a crack?— but living in a building this old means your life has a soundtrack of unexplainable noises, and so you dismiss it.
Pat is careful, his thrusts slow and shallow when he slides in, and you sink your teeth into your lip to hide your soft moan at his entry. He feels good, familiar inside of you, and he brings his thumb down to rub at your clit when he cums just before you can. You whine into your closed fist, your thighs trembling as your walls contract around his still hard cock. Pat makes a pleased noise low in his throat before he slides out of you, kissing the tip of your nose.
It feels like a walk of shame as you hobble to the bathroom to clean yourself up, but Bucky’s deep, steady breaths assure you of his slumber when you sneak back to bed. That’s ridiculous. I’m an engaged woman and this is my house.
You lay down next to Patrick, falling quickly into dreamless sleep.
Hazily, some hours later, you’re aware of the sound of his pager going off, and he shifts with a groan. You’re used to it, him being called in early for a shift, though you hate the loss of him. Your bed is warm and comfortable, even without Pat in it, and you fade softly in and out, time interrupted by the brief stretches of black behind your eyelids. Pat getting up—and then dressed—and then kissing you goodbye, his cologne tickling the insides of your nostrils.
“Bye babe,” he whispers, brushing his lips over the apple of your cheek. “Be back later.”
“Mmm,” is all you manage to mumble in response. Something clicks— the front door, maybe? You aren’t sure —and in the silence, you slip back into slumber. You’re dreaming of flying, and then— hands, rough, warm hands, no, one is cold, cold on your skin— you mumble sleepily.
“Pat?”
“Mmm,” he grunts from between your legs, his nose pushing up against the seam of your panties. He pushes up the hem of your t-shirt, and you feel the cool metal of his orderlies’s tags against your thigh before he moves them away, his lips dragging over the spot the’d just vacated. You’re so tired—the painkillers keep you woozy until at least mid-afternoon—your eyes are barely cooperating as Patrick attaches his lips to your clit through the thin cotton of your panties. His beard rasps against your thighs, burning against your skin deliciously.
You gasp, thighs tightening around his head. Two fingers edge beneath your panties, tugging them aside so that he can slide his tongue through your folds with an appreciative sigh. You drag a hand through his hair under the blanket, and Patrick chuckles huskily against your core.
“Feel good, sweetheart?”
His voice is off, somehow, too husky, too low, but the pressure of his fingers at your entrance pushes the thought from your head. The sweet burning stretch of them makes you keen, your hips bucking up toward his face. He doesn’t let up, and you squeal loudly as his teeth scrape against your sensitive clit, and he curls his fingers inside you.
“Go on and cum, sweetheart. S’alright.”
Youdo,your toes curling as tears leak out of the corners of your closed eyes. You whine as he wiggles his fingers inside your spasming cunt, drawing them out with an embarrassingly slick noise. There’s another sound, like he’s licking them clean, and he chuckles again.
“Sweet.”
—
You sit up in bed with a start, wincing at the pounding in your skull. The pain meds always make you feel hung over when you wake up, and today is no exception. A glance at the digital clock on the table tells you it’s after midday, and Pat’s side of the bed is long cold.
I must have slept through him leaving, again.
You slide out of bed, and your cheeks heat at the wetness between your thighs. You’d known Patrick missedsex, but you hadn’t thought he’d missed it that much. You couldn’t keep the little smile off of your face as you limped to the kitchen, and found Bucky seated at the table, a newspaper in hand.
“G’morning, sleepy head. Your honey left you some breakfast on the stove.” He jerked his head toward the plate on the bottom right burner. You lifted a corner of the paper towel, and saw he’d left you scrambled eggs, with a few slices of cheese on top. “He always leave so early?”
You popped the plate into the microwave, nodding.
“Yeah. They’re really short at the nursing home, so it happens a couple times a week. But if he left that early, he should be back—” Patrick’s key clicks in the door, and you laugh. “Right about now.”
You hear him kicking off his shoes in the entryway, before he pokes his head into the kitchen. “Oh, look, you’re up.”
“Blame the pills,” you grumble, grinning as he presses a kiss to your cheek. You run the backs of your knuckles over the smooth curve of his cheek, and you furrow your brow. “When did you shave?”
“This morning, before I left.” He cocks his head as you swallow thickly. “Why?”
Your eyes slide to Bucky, casually skimming the paper as he lifts a mug of coffee to his lips.
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Summary:Sebastian’s outfit is a litte bold, but his girlfriend seems to enjoy the sight a bit too much.
Warnings:car sex, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, choking, name calling, dirty talk, Dom!Seb, spanking, face slapping, oral sex (male receiving), public fingering, Daddy kink (I am so fucking sorry)
Author’s Note: This is long overdue. This fic was inspired by the sin that was Sebastian in that green velvet suit at the 2nd Annual Unitas Gala Against Human Trafficking. This is pure filth. I didn’t think it was going to turn out this fucking filthy.There’s no plot at all, just smut. Blame Seb. Feedback is good for my soul <3
Special mention @twhstuckylover. She wanted me to tag her in this filth. Hope you enjoy <3
Summary: You are working as a makeup artist on a small film where the lead actress rarely bothers to show up. So what happens when you are asked to be a stand in during a steamy scene?
Warnings: definitely 18+, language, smut, maybe a little fluff
Length: 3.5k
A/N: This is hands down the best thing my subconscious has ever created. I don’t normally dream of Sebastian like this but I’m soooo glad I did! I don’t own the gif. DO NOT POST TO ANY OTHER WEBSITE! Reblog and send comments please!
You were sitting in your makeup trailer with your feet up on a table eating your lunch and scrolling through your phone when your friend Liz, who also happened to be the first assistant director, walked in and sat down.
“We need you to be a stand in again,” she said.
“Again? How is that bitch a working actress? She’s a flake!”
“That bitch is stressing me out,” she said rolling her eyes.
You referred to the lead actress as “the bitch” because she was, in fact, a bitch. She was rude, inconsiderate, and barely showed up for work.
“They need to just hire a professional stand in for her. Stop making me do it.”
“Honestly, you are probably the best stand in for her. I was watching some footage they had edited together and I had no idea it was you in the scene until someone told me. Go to the hair trailer first. They already know what to do. I’ll come by and show you what the scene is in a little bit.”
“Yeah, okay.”
You were first asked to help out when the lead actress in the film couldn’t make it to set for whatever reason sometime during the first week of production. You had the same y/h/c, y/h/l hair and body type and it was actually hard to tell you apart when someone was looking from behind. You had said yes just to help the shoot move along. All you ever had to do was stand in the frame with your back to the camera while the lead actor said his lines to you. It wasn’t hard work. So you continued to say yes whenever they asked which had been 6 times in the last 3 weeks.
“This is a little more than just standing there Liz! A lot more!” you complained while taking the piece of gum Liz offered you. “They really can’t wait to get his coverage?”
“Pay attention to how she stands and where her hands are. That’s all you really need to know. Sebastian is going to take care of the rest.”
Relationship: Sebastian Stan x black plus sized/requested reader
I don’t even know how the guys got me out here to a strip club. First I’m reading over lines for this new movie them all of a sudden I’m here watching life size Barbie dolls dance and shake their ass.
I knock back another lemon drop shot just praying that we leave soon. “Seb what’s your issue man? Lighten up” Anthony says
“Yea you’ve been sulking all night” Robert points out. I roll my eyes and cross my ankle over my knee knocking back a third lemon drop shot. I start feeling the liquor hit my system and the lights go out. The song partition by Beyoncé plays in the background.
“Alright everyone” the invisible MC speaks softly “next to the stage is Brown Sugar”
“Let’s go baby” anthony grabs my shoulders shaking me and I smile sitting back and slouching. I open my legs and cross my arms and I see a spotlight turn onto a chaise chair. A silhouette of a woman with big curls pushed up into into a high ponytail walks out. She has long nails, long legs but her thighs are thick. She had a curvy body a dip right above her hips leading into her luscious rotund chest. She looks naked. The curve of her ass has my mouth dry and my dick getting hard.
She starts at the bigger spherical end of the chair leaning forward embracing it. I can already hear her moans as if I were back there fucking her the way she is right now. She pulls her legs up in a planking position moving her arms down to the smaller end of the chair. Her chins and ankles move up as she extends her ass in the air arching her back. Her curls dangle in the spotlight. Who is this girl?
In a swift motion she spreads her legs swooping down in a rapid motion pulling on knee up to her chest and the other out.
I am mesmerized and hard to say the least. She arches her back off the seat and uses her heel to push herself up extending her arms and pulling out her ponytail letting her curls fall loose in the mid air. She moves upward sitting on the chair and throwing her hair back.
She gets off the chair and the background creating her silhouette is lifted and that’s when I see her. Curly blonde hair, terra colored skin, perfect natural breasts covered by a shimmery bra and a barely there thong exposing her entire ass. I’ve somehow managed to become harder as she stands there on the pole doing flips and tricks. My bottom lip is pulled between my teeth watching her move (gif up top). I watch her intently.
She comes out into the crowd and spots me. She gets on her knees crawling towards me placing her hands on my knees. Is this real? This isn’t real. Anthony and Robert cheer me on as she snakes forward our face and lips inches apart and she straddled my lap grinding against my throbbing cock. She turns around shaking her ass on my lap and I watch it bounce. I don’t wanna distract her by touching it without her permission.
“I like you” she speaks. My hands are at her hips unconsciously as she grinds on me kissing my neck. “What’s your name baby?”
“Sebastian” I moan
“I don’t usually do this but meet me in room A soon as I leave the stage”
“Ok” she stands up and kisses my cheek before getting back on stage and leaving. I stand up and the boys smirk at me.
“Aren’t you glad you came?”
“Shut up. I’ll be back” I leave hastily seeing the different colored rooms. Room A is a devil red color and I walk in and sit down.
I wait for only a minute before Brown Sugar walks in with a smirk “early. I like that”
“You were great on stage” I nod rubbing my thighs unconsciously
“Thanks” she smiles. She sits on my lap lifting my chin giving me a soft kiss on the lips.
“Oh this is for you for the performance I forgot to give it to you” I hand her 2 100 dollar bills and she smiles putting it in her bra. She wraps her legs around my waist kissing me harder this time.
We just sit there making out as she grinds on my hard-on. I almost came when she aw as grinding on me and she kissed my neck.
“Brown Sugar. You’re up next” A man outside calls. She stops and looks at me.
“I’ve gotta go” she stands up and I shield myself
“Wait can I get your number?”
She grabs a marker and writes her number on my arm “I’ll be waiting” she strides out of the room and I sigh raking my hands through my hair. I need to see her again.
Warnings: smut, filth, language, younger!reader 18+, nsfw, get your holy water, edging, fingering in public, get a snack baby it’s looongggg, jealousy, daddy kink
Relationship: Sebastian Stan x black plus sized/requested reader
“Ok so you have a 5:30 interview with E! Magazine about Endings, Beginnings and then you should be done for the day” I nod “oh and Anthony wanted to meet up tonight for drinks” he holds his coffee with his mouth and I take the liberty of grabbing it so it doesn’t drop and spill. My boss Sebastian stands in front of me eyeing me intently as I read off the rest of what he has to do today. “Thanks baby doll” he smirks. I failed to mention were in a secret sexual relationship. Secret because if word gets out I’m screwing my boss I’d lose all respect should I chose to leave his side and go somewhere else for work. “Did he say anyone about drinks or just him?” He asks
“He said he was bringing 2 girls apparently one for him and one for you” I roll my eyes. He chuckles as I take a sip of his coffee. Of course he drinks it black with sugar. I guess that’s why I’m here. “Tell him I don’t need her and you can come with me” he walks off and I follow him along the streets of New York. My dream was to go to NYU and be a journalist but my family wasn’t as fortunate so I didn’t go to college at all. Luckily my writing skills got me this job. “Are you sure I mean I don’t mind” I inquire. I’m lying I do mind but he doesn’t need to know that.
“I’m positive” he nods grabbing his coffee. We roam the streets and come across NYU. I stare up at it in awe and Sebastian is just staring at me. “Is that still your dream school?” He asks
“Yea” I nod looking down pulling my long braids out of my face. I walk away before I get teary eyed and angry with myself for not taking out a loan but I already knew the loan office would turn me down regardless.
“Why didn’t you go?”
“Well my family didn’t have the money then I couldn’t take out a loan and now I don’t know what’s stopping me cause I wanna go get my degree so bad. Maybe I’m scared to leave you” I laugh
“You could still work for me and go to school darling”
“Really?” He nods following behind me
“What would you major in?”
“Journalism” he smiles “because I’ve always wanted to being an interviewer and of course I love my job now and wouldn’t change it for the world but I don’t know I feel like that’s my passion too” my eyes light up like Christmas trees as I look at the building. “Ok I have to handle some business so I’m dropping you off at home after the interview” I rut my brows in confusion.
“Did I miss something?” We walk to his Audi Rs5 and he opens the door for me. I get in and unlock my phone going to the notes app scanning over my list of things he had planned for today and wait for Sebastian to get in the drivers seat to answer my question.
“No just some last minute thing I have to do”
“Ok do you want me to go with you”
“I want you to go home and relax before we have to deal with Anthony” he laughs driving off.
…
We arrive at the little spot set up to conduct the interview and there’s a woman fixing Seb’s hair and shirt. She presses her hands against his chest and he looks up at her then over to me. I look down quickly trying to make it seem like I wasn’t looking. The interview starts and he smiles at the interviewer. She’s pretty. Gorgeous in fact. Brunette hair, perfect green eyes, amazingly long legs and is just perfect in every form. She crosses her legs in front of him and he keeps his eyes on me. The smug bastard sends a wink my way and I roll my eyes shaking my head.
“Good evening everyone my name is Sophie Calhoun and here joining us is Sebastian Stan from the new movie Endings, Beginnings. Sebastian how are you?”
“I’m good nice to meet you” he grabs his water bottle taking a swig and licks his lips. His eyes gaze back and forth between me and the interviewer and I sigh leaving the room. I need fresh air. I step outside hearing the wind whip past me as I take a deep breath. The interview was short only about 15 or 20 minutes. I’ll just wait out here until it’s done.
…
I’m deep in my thoughts when I hear a door close behind me making me jump. I turn around being met with a kiss by Sebastian. He pulls away and walks away from me. I roll my eyes and follow him to the car.
“Go head and tell Anthony he can bring that other girl”
“Nope I’m bringing you and you’re gonna go home get ready and I’ll be back at like 7” he says
“What are you doing?”
“Just handling something” he shrugs. I shake my head going with it and Sebastians large hand caresses my thigh sending chills down my spine. I move his hand and he pulls it back on my thigh this time squeezing. “Stop playing with me” I smile to myself as he drives to my apartment.
…
I get in my small studio apartment after Sebastian dropped me off. I greet my dog Bando who’s wagging his tail at the door. I’ll definitely need a bigger apartment cause he’s gonna get huge. I put my purse on the hook next to the door and my keys on the table before sitting down on the couch. Bando comes over licking my hands and I pick him up rubbing his back and belly. “Hey boy” I kiss his head and turn on my tv. I go on Netflix and begin watching this new show I just got into called behind her eyes. It’s about a husband who’s a psychiatrist who starts an affair with someone he works with and his wife is crazy like completely off the rails. It’s been pretty good so far.
I get up and go to the kitchen grabbing a snack which consists of hot Cheetos and water.
Bando sits next to me laying his head on my leg while I eat my Cheetos and watch my show waiting for time to tick by until it’s time for me to get ready.
…
It’s about 6:05 right now and I really should start getting ready. I walk to the bathroom turning on the shower. I step in and let the warm water run down my back. I begin exfoliating my body with my gloves and just start thinking about Sebastian with another woman. It would kill me. I consider him my best friend and of course he’s my boss and if word got out I’d be devastated but I just can’t see him with anyone else even though we aren’t official. I start using a scented body wash lathering that up and scrubbing my body.
Once I’m finished I get out and do my skin care routine before adding moisturizer and grabbing a match bra and underwear set. I look at the time making sure I’m good before I begin my makeup. I start off with foundation before I hear my phone ring. I grab it seeing it’s Sebastian.“Hey” I place it on speaker and finish my makeup.
“Hey I’ll be a little early just because I’m bored so can I hang out with Bando?”
“Yea sure” I laugh “I’ll leave the front door open”
“Ok” he hangs up and I finish my light makeup using some setting spray and leaving it at that. I get up opening the front door and go back into my room. I spray on my deodorant and grab some body oil rubbing that all over my thighs and legs. Next I grab my favorite lotion: First Love by Victoria’s Secret and apply that. I hear the door open and shut and I open my bedroom door making sure it’s Seb. He’s dressed nice in a fitted black button down, a leather jacket and some black jeans. Jesus could he be any hotter?
“Hey” he smiles. He stops dead in his tracks when he sees I have on nothing but a cute little matching lingerie set.
“Hey” I laugh going to the closet finding something to wear. I hear footsteps approach my door and he stands in the door frame with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. I stand on my tip toes trying to reach a box of heels to wear but I can’t. Sebastian comes over pressing his back against my chest where I feel his hardening dick. He towers above me grabbing the box and he leans down pressing his warm lips against my neck. His scruffy beard rubbing against my neck. His free hand fondles with my breasts and I moan softly before giggling “we’re gonna be late”
“Oh well” his hand slides down my breasts to my underwear. Sebastian continues kissing my neck while rubbing my clit slowly. I bite my lip suppressing a moan raking my fingers through his soft hair. I stop him pulling his hand out and grabbing the box. He chuckles sticking his fingers in his mouth soaking off my juices. Great now my underwear are ruined.
“I’ll be in the living room princess” he winks leaving me in the closet soaked and breathless. I sigh taking off my underwear just deciding to go bare underneath. I grab an oversized jean jacket, a short skirt and a graphic tee. I pull out my chunky ankle boots from the box putting on socks and pulling them over my feet. I look in the mirror at the completed look and I look amazing. Now to do something with my hair. I pull it up into one big bun leaving out two strands of braid and grab my hoop earrings. I place them through my first holes and leave it at that. I grab my purse then step out of my room seeing Sebastian on his phone rubbing Bando. He looks up and smiles. “You look great”
“Thanks so do you” I smile. I sit on his lap just embracing his cologne and he rubs my thighs. He traces over my tattoo absentmindedly.
“Ready when you are” he says
“I’m ready” I smile standing up. Of course he swats my behind as I get up. It wouldn’t be him. Sebastian opens the front door for me leading us to the hallway where we walk to his car.
….
We’re seated at the table just waiting for Anthony and his date. “Did he tell you anything about this girl?”
“Yea she’s a makeup artist. Her name is Tiara and she’s pretty cool” he shrugs looking through the menu. His hand rests on my thigh but I feel it slowly creeping up. “Sebastian”
“That’s me doll” he keeps his eyes on the menu still inching his hand higher. “The salmon looks good”
His hand finally reached my bare clit and that’s when his blue eyes look at me. “Where are your panties?” He whispers
“You ruined them so I took them off” I bite my lip feeling his finger circle the bunch of nerves making me legs jolt
“Mmm rookie mistake baby girl” the waiter walks over. A young boy who’s handsome. He has a baby face. He smiles sweetly eyeing me down.
“Can I get you guys started with any drinks” he stares directly at me
“Can I get a jack and coke please? What do you want?”
“Um” I take a deep breath as he moves faster “red wine please”
“Ok pretty lady we have Port, Merlot, Lambrusco-“
“Port is fine and a water too please” I choke out. He nods winking at me and I hold onto Sebastians wrist who’s still torturing my clit.
“I see you have a secret admirer” I feel my release nearing as he whispers in my ear
“Seb I’m gonna cum” I warn. My legs rock and try to enclose his hand and I see Anthony and his lady friend Tiara coming our way.
“Are you?” I tap his thigh and just as I’m about to cum on his hand he pulls away making me silently cry. I grip his thigh as the consequences of my edge are hot on my ass. I take a deep breath and Anthony comes over with a smile.
“Chocolate Chino wassup” he daps up Sebastian and I stand up on wobbly legs hugging him.
“You must be Tiara” she smiles opening her arms for a hug. I hug her smiling at her openness and generosity. Tiara sits in front of me and Anthony in front of Seb. Our drinks come and the waiter allows them to order their drinks and appetizers.
“Girl is that a lace?” I ask quietly to Tiara. She nods giggling
“Yea why is it lifting?” I nod and go in my purse grabbing some glue. I pass her the glue and tap the top of my forehead showing her where it’s at.
“I’m going to the bathroom” she announces. I stand up and nod
“Me too” I stand up abruptly and quickly fix my skirt accompanying her to the bathroom. We go in the bathroom and I lay down her lace making it perfect “this cute”
“100% human I’ll send you the link”
“Yesss girl soon as these braids come out ima let my hair breathe then throw a wig on” I nod fluffing out her curls.
“I knew I’d like you” she smiles. I laugh nodding
“Me too” we walk back out and she hands me back my glue before we sit back down with the boys. Sebastians hand returns to my thigh squeezing and kneading the meat.
“So what’s been going on? Talk to me” Anthony asks Seb. He shrugs moving his hand back to my clit rubbing in small circles. I hold my breath. The waiter brings our drinks and I take a sip of the sweet liquor gliding it down my throat. My body is set on fire but his fingers chasing my wetness. Sebastian pushes two fingers inside of me wasting no time pressing on my g-spot. My hand wanders over top of his and my hips buck in the seat riding his hand secretly. My breathing is slow and shallow trying not to give so much attention to myself. His long digits ripple inside of me and I hold my breath again moving my hand to squeeze his thigh. “Ok what can I get you guys. Let’s start with this beautiful lady” the waiter looks at me smiling and my breath catches in my throat as Sebastian pulls his fingers out rubbing my juices on my clit. I bite my lip taking a deep breath. “Let me get the Cajun Alfredo pasta” I ask
“Ok did you want the garlic bread as well” I nod closing my menu. He turns his attention to Tiara and I look at Sebastian.
“Are you gonna cum?” I nod biting my lip. A loud moan threatening to spill past my quivering lips. He drives me right the edge but just as I’m over the edge he stops pulling me back. My legs shake in agony and my acrylic nails dig through his jeans as I breathe slowly pulling back from my almost orgasm.
“And for you sir?” Sebastian smiles at him but his eyes are trained on me. Anthony notices Seb’s grown jealousy and smirks to himself. Him and Chris Evans are the only ones who really know of our relationship.
“For starters, your eyes on me and not her then I’ll have the porterhouse with fries” he closes the menu handing it to him. The waiter cuts his eyes at him before leaving to put our stuff in.
“I knew his jealousy would come quick” Anthony chuckles sipping his beer
“That’s disrespectful especially if I’m sitting right here” he shakes his head taking a sip of his drink. Sebastian and Tiara engulf themselves in a conversation and Anthony looks at me.
“Y/N do you think you’d move out here”
“I want to actually I just have to find my motivation for it. The only reason I would is to go to NYU but seeing as that’s not gonna happen” I shrug
“You’re a smart girl you’ll make it work” our food is brought out and I take a bite moaning at the taste. Seb looks at me with a smirk played at his los before cutting into his steak.
“This is fantastic” I say mixing it around. I look down seeing the growing bulge in Sebastians pants. I slide my hand over it gripping it softly watching him squirm in his seat. Oh I know I’m gonna pay for this. I keep palming him through his jeans and he bites his lip gripping the table cloth. His eyes lock on mine. That’s my ass.
…..
We get to the car saying our final goodbyes to Anthony and Tiara and she hugs me thanking me about her wig.
“I’ll text you when I get home” Seb says “if I make it” he looks at me smirking and I smile
“Ooohhh I’ll catch you later then” Anthony hugs me placing a kiss on my cheek and he daps up Sebastian. They leave and we get in the car.
“I’m gonna take you to see what I did today” he says. My heart sinks a little. Maybe he’s too tired to have sex. Who am I kidding? He’s never too tired for sex.
“And what did you do” he places the car in reverse resting his large hand on my thigh “besides edge me all night”
“Trust me baby girl”
…
After a somewhat silent car ride we arrive at an apartment complex near NYU. It’s about 20 minutes out from my apartment. He gets out and jogs around to the passenger side opening the door for me. I get out and Sebastian takes us up the elevator to the third floor of a lush apartment. Amazingly bigger than my studio now. And a better view.
“What is this?” I ask. He locks the door not answering my question. Next thing I know his hands are grabbing at my waist pulling me close to him. I pull off my jacket as well as his discarding it somewhere beyond my frivolousness. Next are our shoes which drop a few inches between us. We walk backwards until we end up on the couch in the massive living room. It’s a rust orange color with gold hardware detailed on the sides. Like big buttons but only metal. The coffee table in front of us is a black marble with abstract lines of gold etched throughout the surface being held up by thick gold legs.
The stickiness between my thighs and the aching of my clitoris calls Sebastians name loud and proud. He sits on the couch pulling me atop of him. I feel his bulge stiffen underneath my bare pussy permitting some sort of friction but not enough. I undo the buttons on his shirt pulling it open displaying his perfect chest, stomach and gold herringbone chain. Next I work on his pants and I feel his hand slip under my skirt sliding through my wetness. He curls his finger at my clit making me halt my movements and shudder. He’s edged me so many times tonight that that was the foreplay. I want the dick now. “I want you to ride me baby doll” he rasps in my ear
I pop the zipper on his pants working them down his legs along with his boxers. I pull off my skirt throwing it across the room. I watching him pull on his dick, the red tip leaking with precum and I use his broad shoulders as support guiding the tip in and letting it expand my walls gracefully. I sit down completely damn near feeling his dick in my stomach. His hands knead my ass then move to the back of my hair pulling my braids. My jaw drops as I rock my hips forward and backward finally creating the friction inside and on my clit I’ve been longing for. I could cum right now but I’ll hold out as long as I can.
“Tell daddy how good that feels” he demands moving forward to kiss and lick my neck. I drop my head kissing his plump lips as he gives me a spank.
“It feels so good” I moan between kisses. He spanks me again and my hands migrate to the bank of the couch where I put more weight into it and push my feet onto his knees where I’m able to bounce my ass.
“Fuck just like that princess. You look so pretty bouncing on my dick like the slut you are” he breathed out.
I can already feel that black hole opening more and more about to consume me beyond recognition. My moans are loud just like he likes them to be. He wants everyone to know he’s making me feel good. Sebastian wraps his hands around my waist drilling me from the bottom. I can’t hold my release any longer and I cry out holding him close to me as he bites my shoulder softly. My legs tense up and I shudder taking his strokes with no other way out of it. I grip the back of the couch wailing and somehow in the process I break an acrylic nail. I could care less at this point.
Once I’ve calmed down he picks me up and takes me to the kitchen laying me on the dining room table which takes a resemblance to the coffee table, only bigger, as well as the chairs are the same just in a leathered material. He pulls my shaking legs on his shoulders pushing them damn near to my ears. He starts his rhythm again wasting no time but going deeper during his annihilation. He holds the sides of my heads pounding me out as he closes his eyes moaning louder with each thrust. Only the sound of skin slapping and loud moans are waved about in the room. My jaw is dropped and I feel soft kisses placed on it. How can someone be so sweet yet so rough at the same time?
My lover leans down where his pelvis is rubbing against my sensitive clit again making my body convulse. “Sebastian” my nails drag down his back sure enough leaving marks as his breathing picks up in his ear. My legs drop but they’re stopped at the crease of his arms. “I’m- fuck” my back arches off the table as he chuckles lowly watching me succumb to my demise of tensed rattling all under him. A smirk is played at his lips and I close my eyes already spent from my 2 hard orgasms.
“Fuck you look so pretty like this” what he says next makes me whine in exhaustion but excitement “but I’m not finished with you just yet pretty girl”
Sebastian picks me up taking me to the laundry room where he sets me on top of the black chrome washing machine. He gets on his knees spreading my legs wide where my honey is very visible. He kisses my thighs moaning at my taste. His beard scratches at my skin as he moves his face closer enclosing his mouth around my swollen clit. My hands rake through his hair and his piercing eyes look up at me as he sucks my pussy like a leech. My jaw drops as his hands move up playing with my breasts. I grind my lower half along his face gripping his hair.
“Daddy” I whine. He hums and my thighs have a mind of their own as they begin closing around his head. He separates them devouring me until I’m shaking on top of the washing machine wailing as my climax makes it’s debut. He cleans up the mess of me he’s made then comes up and kisses me allowing me to taste my flavor on his tongue. Seb picks me up taking me to the next room and standing me on my legs. A hard smack is pressed on my ass while he teases me rubbing the tip on my sensitive clit. He finally pushes the head in and I press my body down on the counter. As he starts drilling my insides. I gasp moaning loudly as my body jerks from the sudden thrust and friction. He anchors his hands on my shoulders drilling me relentlessly. I can’t breathe, I can’t think and I’m so filled with pleasure I can’t open my eyes.
Sebastian moves wrapping his hand around my throat fucking me harder. His other hand is pressed on the bathroom counter and he growls in my ear. “Open your eyes sweetheart. I want you to watch me fuck the energy out of you. You look so fucking worn out and pretty” he moans tightening his grip around my throat. Now I really can’t breathe and I’m loving every second of it.
My body jolts with each thrust as my back clashes against his chest. Both of his hands are now tugging at my waist and I feel him slam harder inside of me. “Seb I can’t cum anymore” I whine.
“Yes you can. I know you can” he lifts my leg on the counter and I lean down again feeling him go deeper. A hard spank is introduced and I hold my breath from the overwhelming sensation. He kneads the spot where he slapped and I mewl pulling my arm back to try to get him to slow down “move your hand” he pulls both of my hands behind my back obliterating me. My legs start their convulsions and I shiver under his magical touch. Sebastian twirls his fingers around my clit and I erupt into a loud shaking mess. “I want you to cum for me princess”
He fucks my through my orgasm making me see stars. Once I come down he chuckles “daddy please I can’t cum anymore” with that he picks me up taking me to the bedroom. He lays me down below him kissing me softly. Seb moves behind me pulling my leg up entering me again. He kisses my neck thrusting into me softly. A small moan escapes my lips and I rake my fingers through his hair while his lips move on my neck. He kisses my jaw then moves to my lips picking up his pace a little.
“Fuck you feel so good” he moans in my ear. Sebastian nips at my lobe growling and moving his hands to rub my clit again. His other hand is holding himself up to keep at his glorious rhythm.
“Daddy” I whine. He hums in my ear. He’s famously hitting my g-spot and if he keeps it up I really won’t be able to hold myself out. He goes even faster slamming into me until his moans get loud. I press my lips against his.
“I want you to cum inside me daddy. Fill me up like the slut I am” I moan gripping the sheets.
“You want daddy to cum? Hmm” he drops his head kissing my cheek and I turn to the best of my ability even with his hand around my throat kissing his lips. I nod during the kiss scratching at his forearm harder which sets him off. He lets out off a vulnerable moan in my ear followed by growls and low moans letting me know who I really belong to. His seed erupts in me coating my pink walls white. His labored breathing slows and normally he takes a small break right after he cums. Finally he stops thrusting and pulls out leaving a little bit of pain radiating in my pelvis. Seb lays back on the pillow and I lay my head on his chest completely spent “hey” he rasps. I look up listening to what he has to say “there’s a reason I bought this apartment”
“What’s that” I ask
“I enrolled you in NYU you start in the fall” my head shoots up looking him dead in his eyes. There’s no way.
“Sebastian please don’t play with me”
“I got your high school transcript, recommendations, and it was test optional so you don’t have to take one. I want you to live your dreams baby” my eyes fill with tears and I gather the rest of my strength hugging him. I begin sobbing and he kisses my head
“Thank you thank you” I kiss him and he wiles my tears.
“I love you”
“I love you more” I smile “but you gotta fix my acrylics too”
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body electric. | when sebastian first joined the new gym down the block, he felt blessed. blessed that it was close by, and blessed that you frequented it. SMUT, 18+
lock & key. | cockwarming, dirty talk, and sebastian stan, a deadly combination. SMUT, 18+
unholy. | your two doms punish you for touching yourself. SMUT, 18+
reflections.| mirror sex with sebastian stan. SMUT, 18+
makeup.| sebastian punishes you for taking too long to get ready. SMUT, 18+
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drunken haze. | birthday drunkenness with your two super-soldiers. FLUFF, SLIGHT SMUT, 18+
cooking by the book. | bucky attempts to bake cookies for your birthday. FLUFF, 18+
poolside shenanigans. | poolside sex with your crush could never go wrong, right? SMUT, 18+
flustered. | when you travel back in time to the forties for a mission, you come across bucky. and after a night full of fun, your feelings for bucky start to show. FLUFF, 18+
love yourself. | body worship smut with bucky. SMUT, ANGST, 18+
your blood is my blood. | in order to complete the mission, you end up getting sam injured in the process. but your condition is worse than his, and your teammates and boyfriend choose to neglect you. ANGST, 18+
get free. | steve and bucky punish you for touching yourself. SMUT, 18+
scars.| bucky carves his initials into your skin using his favourite knife. DARK FIC, 18+
teachers pet. | you and your professor, who is also your boyfriend, have a quickie before your next class. SMUT, 18+
of paradise. | sharing a floor with two super soldiers ensues a lot of fun, and pleasure. SMUT, 18+.
sugar.| during a scene, you get scared and utter the safeword. bucky then ensues aftercare. SMUT, FLUFF, 18+.
vanilla cone. | on a hot day, bucky buys you ice cream. you then decide to tease him with said ice cream. SMUT, 18+
cybersex. | whilst steve and bucky are on a mission, skype calls and sex toys are all you have. SMUT, 18+
care. | your two doms perform aftercare after a scene. SMUT, FLUFF, 18+
wild side. | after bucky catches you trying to escape, he gives you a vile punishment. DARK FIC, 18+
fiction. | bucky uses your computer and discovers you tumblr. whilst scrolling through your tumblr he finds a smut headcanon that you wrote about him. SMUT, 18+
playground. | you tease bucky whilst on a night out. SMUT, 18+
⤿ summary [also requested by anon (thank you!)] : insecurities can be caused by many things but there is always one person to love each one of the things you hate…
warnings :18+, smut, reader is insecure about her vagina but i haven’t included a description of anything specific, fingering, pussy eating, tiny bit angst, fluff
*feedback is appreciated. please reblog so it can reach more people♡
You were gripping the microphone you were holding as you tried to calm yourself down. There wеre soo many people in front of you, and even after years of being an actress and going to Comic–Cons, you still couldn’t get over your anxiety sometimes.
You thought that grounding yourself with the cold surface of the microphone was going to calm your flipping stomach, but the harder you squeezed it, the warmer the metal was becoming, and this wasn’t helping.
It was worse than you expected, and you smiled awkwardly as one of your co-stars was answering a question.
‘Y/N?’ Sebastian whispered, and you jumped slightly because you thought he was on the other side, four people away from you. ‘You okay, baby?’ He asked concerned and saw the way you were holding for dear life the microphone in your hands.
‘I’m just anxious, but it’s okay.’ You mumbled and felt his big palm gently enveloping your arm, just above your elbow, squeezing it lightly.
He knew well how to calm your anxiety just with his touch, and you were only dating for a few months. It always seemed like he knew you better than anyone else, even better than you know yourself, but you knew him better, too.
‘I can’t wait for us to go home so I can finally calm you down a little.’ He groaned in your ear, not even carrying about the next question.
Your breath got stuck in your throat as you tried to form words in your mouth. Was he talking about sex? Probably. That’s why you just smiled tightly and whispered ‘Me too.’
But things weren’t that easy, not at all. Your anxiety was even worse when it came to having sex with Sebastian, which you never did because… well you still haven’t gotten to that part yet. It wasn’t because he didn’t want to or because you didn’t, you knew that he wanted this, but whenever stuff escalated between the both of you, you stopped him, always.
Being insecure about body parts was like being sick. It made you feel terrible. You couldn’t even enjoy the things you wanted to, just because of insecurity. An insecurity that was the end of many relationships for you. You realized how toxic they were, but they all ended when men stripped your panties and saw what was between your legs.
You couldn’t picture Sebastian reacting the way your exs did, but that feeling was still there. The feeling of not being good enough just because you were like this and there was nothing you could do to change it.
You arrived in front of Sebastian’s apartment, walking anxiously behind him as he unlocked the front door and opened it for you.
Before you could realize what was happening, he turned around on his toes, and his mouth found yours in an eager kiss. Both your tongues and teeth met each other as you were trying to pour every bottled-up feeling from today, every little piece of anxiety and awkwardness but not your insecurity.
Sebastian slowly walked into the apartment, still not breaking the kiss. You allowed him to lead you, but as soon as the hall ended, his hand left yours, and he wrapped his hands around your hips. He lifted you and placed you on the kitchen table.
‘Let me make you feel better…’ Sebastian tried to catch his breath after the heated kiss as his hands leisurely traveled down to the button of your jeans.
He looked at you from between your legs and unbuttoned them. At this moment, all you could think about was him being between your legs, waiting like a starved animal. But when he started to slide the jeans down your legs, your head snapped.
‘Stop!’ You shouted and lifted yourself on your elbows, shivering slightly from the cold surface of the table.
He immediately pulled away, shock written on his features, but what made your heart sink more was the worried look behind the shock.
‘Did I do something? God, I’m soo sorry! I didn’t want to hurt you!’ He started to ramble, his fingers ran anxiously through his hair.
‘Sebastian…’
‘I don’t know what happened. I just, I - ’
‘Sebastian!’ You shouted, and his rambling finally stopped. His head snapped up to look at you, eyes wide and watery. ‘I’m okay, baby. You didn’t do anything. It’s my fault.’
‘But you haven’t done anything wrong, sweetheart. Why are you saying it’s your fault? What’s wrong?’ His palms cupped your jaw, and you squeezed his wrists, closing your eyes for a moment.
‘All my past relationships ended when they found out about… about my vagina. I know it’s normal to have different types, and I know it sounds silly, but they never liked it. Like they were disgusted by the way it looks.’ You confessed, your cheeks becoming red.
‘Sweetheart, look at me.’ Sebastian put his index finger under your chin and lifted it so he could look into your eyes. ‘Those people had no idea how to love a woman. I’m not saying that I know how to love someone the right way, but I know that I love every part of you, no matter how it looks. I don’t want you to feel this way, and I’m sorry you had to go through this, but never think you’re less attractive because of your body. You are beautiful, and you should feel beautiful, baby. Every part of you is beautiful, and I’m going to show you how much I love every corner of your body if you let me.’
‘Please.’ You pleaded, your eyes watering a little from his speech. Sebastian removed your underwear and your shirt, tossing them to the side. He started kissing first your ankles, taking his time with your calves until he stopped for a while on your inner thighs. He slightly sucked on the soft skin there, leaving love marks all over them before his head disappeared between your legs.
‘So beautiful.’ He groaned against your core before his warm, damp tongue slid between your folds. You couldn’t help but moan, your grip around his waist tightened, bringing him even closer. Your hands ran through the soft locks of his hair as he sucked on your sensitive bud, making your spine arch in a rainbow shape.
‘I love you.’ You whimpered as his tongue twirled around the soft skin.
‘I love you.’ He murmured, the vibrations of his voice sent shivers down your spine before his tongue entered you.
You only hoped that his neighbors won’t hear your moans as they grew when his mouth wrapped around your clit and sucked harshly.
When his fingers replaced his tongue, opening and closing your soaking folds, you could taste yourself on his lips. His finger entered your hole as he felt your tight walls squeezing him inside of you.
The tight knot in your lower stomach continued to tighten until you couldn’t take it anymore.
It felt like a fresh wave washed over your body, and the tight knot was finally released, your walls clenching around his fingers.
‘You’re soo good, baby. I won’t let anyone tell you otherwise because you are the most beautiful woman. Every part of you and I will continue to do that until you understand it.’ Sebastian whispered against your lips, brushing your hair away from your face.
‘I don’t need anyone else to tell me… I just need you.’ You murmured against his lips before capturing them into a kiss.
⤿ summary [also requested by anon (thank you!)] : you reassure sebastian during the met gala.
warnings :fluff, one curse word, feeling insecure and people being rude
*feedback is appreciated. please reblog so it can reach more people♡
You were posing in front of the photographers whose camera flashes snapped and clicked with each photo being taken. Even after attending the Met Gala for many years now, you still got a little bit nervous as everyone yelled your name.
This year’s theme was Gilded Glamour. You loved those times and how women dressed back then in their pretty dresses and hair secured in a beautiful bun. That’s why you wanted to go a little extra on this event and it seemed to work. Everyone was in love with your dress.
You were wearing a long, white, satin dress with short sleeves, secured with an asymmetrical pastel pink bodice. The middle of the flowing material was tied with ribbon in the same pastel pink color as the corset. Two lines of pink satin waves were finishing the dress at your feet.
But the main highlight of your outfit was the flower décor all over the dress. Fake pink roses were attached all over the fabric, especially around the ribbon where part of the dress was tied like a bouquet and in your hair where it was tied in a half-bun. The outfit was completed with white satin gloves with a golden bracelet on each wrist and a pearl necklace ending with a golden charm.
‘Did you see what a terrible outfit Sebastian Stan is wearing?’ A voice came to your ears as you were trying to pose for more pictures. You tried to ignore it, thinking that it was probably something else and you only imagined it until you heard the reply.
‘It’s not even in the theme like how is he not embarrassed?’ Your heart sank into your chest as you quickly apologized and went in a search of your secret boyfriend. Even though you two had prepared together, you arrived at different times, still not wanting to expose your relationship. Most fans thought you were just really good friends, but that was far away from the truth.
The truth was that you and Sebastian were dating for over a year now, and keeping it a secret was the hardest part. Paparazzi don’t know privacy, but luckily you were known as good friends, so when pictures were taken they didn’t make a fuss. After all, you had been in 2 movies together.
As you were walking around the large space, you couldn’t stop thinking about how those girls talked behind his back. But while you were making your way through the crowd of people, you heard even more of those hateful comments.
Your eyes watered just at the thought of how happy he was before you left. He was happy to wear something different, to try something different. Yes, it was a challenging outfit, but he looked great in it, and you couldn’t be more proud of him when you saw him standing in front of the mirror.
But when your eyes fell on the man with a pink outfit who was posing for photos you saw the hurt in his eyes. You were still far away, but you hurried up to him.
‘Ew, ugly in pink!’ You heard in front of you and saw how Seb’s face immediately stopped to fake smile.
Rushing over to him, you hugged him, your face smashing in his chest as you felt the rushed beat of his heart. But as soon as he realized who was hugging him his arms wrapped around your waist, head resting on top of his head.
‘Hi.’ You whispered quietly, looking over at him and pulling away from his chest to pose next to him. ‘Hi, baby.’ He whispered back and snaked his arm around your waist, bringing you closer to his body.
‘I heard what that bitch said. You look stunning tonight, love.’ You kissed his cheek and saw them reddening under your compliment, which made you giggle.
‘Thank you, my love.’ Sebastian squeezed your waist, reassuring you that he was okay.
‘I love you.’ You said only with your lips but Sebastian understood, knowing too well how your lips moved when you told him that little phrase every morning.
‘I love you, too.’ He mouthed, and you smiled lovingly at the sight of him finally having fun at this too crowded party.
You couldn’t wait to go home and wash away all the stress he had to go through for this event. Sometimes pleasing fans is the most challenging thing people in your profession have to face.
Warnings: Minors DNI; sex talks, nothing dark, nothing noncon or dubcon
AN: listen. I can’t believe I forgot to post this the first time but then a second time?? christ— i’m sorry. But here it is. After this, I don’t have anything else ready to post and no time or brain capacity to write right no— have no fear, summer is near. ♥️
Sebastian is very attentive. He’s also a busy man who works so much, so every moment that you two are together he makes sure is perfect. After sex is no exception. He’ll wrap you in his arms and a blanket, after cleaning you up, murmuring whispers in your ear about his day, your day, reading his next script to you as you lull to sleep under the comfort of his voice.
B = Body part
Sebastian is a fan of your legs. He loves having them draped across his lap, wrapped around his head or body, over his shoulders as he plunges into you deeper.
He’s also quite partial to your back and shoulders. He loves the way you nuzzle farther into his chest when he spoons you. He’ll swipe your hair away from your back and off your shoulders, peppering kisses and gentle nibbles along the skin, bringing out one of his favorite sound in the world– your giggle.
C = Cum
Sebastian isn’t picky with where he cums. He’ll always ask before coming in you though, but it doesn’t matter if he cums inside you, on your stomach, on your ass, in your mouth– he doesn’t care.
D = Dirty secret
Because Sebastian works so much and is away so often, he LOVES having videos of you, pictures of you, and even polaroid pictures of the two of you, but he keeps them at home where the two of you have them in a photo album.
If your career or line of work allows you to follow him in his travels or be close to him while he films, he loves to fuck you in as many places on set as possible. Similar to those couples who want to travel to every state or fuck in ever state, he wants to fuck you in every place with a door on set– all of the sets.
Every movie, every show, every milestone, is cemented with fucking you.
E = Experience
Sebastian strikes me as the guy who is humble about how good he is. I can see him as a shy guy who you wouldn’t really think would fuck you until you forgot your name and weren’t sure what day it was, but he’s just humble.
This man is a menace. He knows exactly what he is doing, despite not even being in too many relationships. Call it part of his craft: to observe and study to perfect the skill and make it seem like he’s doing very minimally.
F = Favorite position
He’s a traditional kinda guy. He likes missionary: he can watch you, hold you close, lift your legs over his shoulders, make you fuck yourself on his cock, bring his hand to choke you while he fucks you, toy with your clit. The possibilities are endless.
He’s also a BIG fan of bending you over any thing that is sturdy enough to hold the weight of the both of you and the power of his thrusts… bonus points if there is a mirror.
G = Goofy
He’s a serious guy when it comes to sex. He might be humble to the outside world and at first, but after the first time, it goes out the window. He now knows that he can make your legs shake, body writhing underneath him, and takes your pleasure very serious.
H = Hair
He’s a nicely trimmed, groomed man. He is clean and likes to keep himself that way.
I = Intimacy
Sebastian is very intimate. In and out of bed. He loves holding you close and whispering soft whispers to you, peppering your body with kisses and licks.
He loves holding you close, fucking into you slow and deep while his forehead rests on yours, eyes taking in every detail of your expressions, only leaning off of you when your coming so he can see exactly how your body reacts to the pleasure he gives you.
J = Jack off
Because of the distance and time apart, there’s definitely masterbation happening… remember those pictures and videos he likes to keep of you?
and yes, he sends pictures and videos of himself to you as well.
K = Kink
Sebastian loves fucking you in front of a mirror. He goes crazy watching you watch yourself fall apart on him– and the videos he takes of it
He also likes spitting in your mouth, but he’s not one to be degrading. So, he’ll spit in your mouth but he won’t like harshly spit at your face– ya know?
Side note: you guys go out and have a few drinks and he’s baby birding your drink into your mouth– for everyone to see. He loves it. Territorial but not degrading.
L = Location
Anywhere that has the smallest bit of privacy. A bathroom, a closet, a room backstage– he’s insatiable. There isn’t a square inch of your home that hasn’t been fucked in or on. (Even the guest room)
M = Motivation
Every breath he takes is enough motivation for him to rail you.
What really gets him going is when you ask him to join you in the shower.
N = No
He doesn’t do anything to hurt you. Ever. Won’t even spank you outside of a joking spank. Hand around your throat but as a control not squeezing at all. That kinda guy.
O = Oral
We’ve all see the gifs of this man and his god forsaken tongue… he loves eating you out. There is nothing else in the world that he would rather spend his time doing.
Sure, he likes having you suck his dick, but nothingcompares to your cunt.
P = Pace
He’s more of a fast and rough kind of guy, especially because of the amount of quickies you two indulge in, but he can be gentle and slow, when you two have the time.
Q = Quickie
Yeah, big fan of them. He, as I said, wants to fuck you in every space possible of every set imaginable, so being quick is a virtue.
He’s not a fan of being quick per se, but a fan of having you cum around him in as many places as possible– a memory for only the two of you for any given space. He’d prefer to take his time with you, whether it be taking his time to pick you apart until your so full of love you could burst, or taking his time fucking you into the mattress until the only sounds coming out of your mouth resemble his name.
R = Risk
He’s careful to not have anything leaked or plastered for everyone to see, but he doesn’t mind sneaking into a bathroom or closet of a crowded place.
And the trailer rocks so much when you surprise him on set, it’s not like people don’t know how much you two fuck…
S = Stamina
Yeah, so his stamina is okay. He can go two rounds, but staves himself off by eating you out.
You’re close to coming double digits before he’s come twice… a good ratio.
T = Toys
You guys have toys but they’re rarely used when you guys are together. They’re mostly props… remember the videos and pictures? Yeah, some are of you *using* the toys, but don’t worry, Sebby likes to send you videos of him watching the videos on his laptop, cumming into a pair of your underwear, moaning your name– with sound.
U = Unfair
He’s so unfair… but in a fair way.
Like, he’ll send you videos of him cumming in your panties to a video of the two of you while he’s working, but he also expectsyou to send one back. So, it’s kinda fair.
But when you two are together, he can’t keep his hands off of you. He doesn’t intentionally tease you constantly but he’s not trying too hard to not tease you.
V = Volume
He’s a grunter.
There, I said it.
He’ll whisper dirty fucking things to you and get you whining and moaning his name, but when he’s feeling it, he’s grunting and groaning, your name is falling from his lips as if he needs to say it to live.
W = Wild card
Sebastian is a big fan of dry humping. He’ll do anything to have you whining and whimpering below him/ above him/ on him, and if that means sitting on the couch with a script in his hand, half watching you ride his thigh, then he’ll do it.
It first happened when he had you pinned beneath him on the couch with his knee slotted between your legs while making out. You got so lost in the desire and need that you started grinding yourself down on him, small moans slipping from your lips to his.
X = X-ray
Why tell you when you can support his movie see it? Go watch Monday.
Y = Yearning
Have y'all seen that clip from the Romanian interview where he’s asked sex in the morning or at night and this man says, “every hour if possible”? Well, yeah.
Z = Zzz
Never the first to fall asleep. Partly because he’s only cum once or twice while you’ve lost count and your voice is hoarse, but also because he’s secretly such a sap. He loves having you in his arms because he’s away so much and working so much, so he doesn’t like to go to sleep because then the day is over and you guys will wake up and have to get back to the real world.
Summary: A girl’s journal is sacred. Full of secrets and fantasies that she doesn’t intend for anyone else to see. What happens when the person you long for most discovers yours?
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, stepcest, daddy kink, infidelity, humilation, petnames (babylove, sugar, daddy), invasion of privacy, virgin reader, fingering, pussy eating, vaginal sex, blood play, very light tones of dubcon, coercion, innocence and corruption kink if you squint, a little fluff, a tiny sprinkling of breeding kink, and Lee’s filthy mouth. 18+.
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Dear Diary,
I’m in trouble. I thought it was just a stupid crush, that it would go away eventually and I’d be able to sit across from him at dinner without feeling shy or anxious. It’s bad enough that I have to be under the same roof as him sometimes, but tonight is worse. So much worse.
I can hear her screeching. I bet he hates that. He doesn’t seem like the kind of guy to enjoy the screaming type. Too superficial. I’m such an idiot. How would I know? Like I have any clue what he likes. Can’t they keep it down?
I can’t stop thinking about him. About what it feels like to kiss him. He’s hugged me before, but I wanna know what it feels like to be held by him, ya know? When my mom told him he needed to watch his figure at dinner, I wanted to stand up for him. I wanted to tell her that I think he’s perfect just the way he is. She doesn’t even seem to like him most of the time.
It’s Friday night, and I’m laying in bed listening to my crush fuck my mom. How screwed up is that? Sometimes I close my eyes and imagine it’s me he’s fucking. It’s okay, because it’s not like I’m ever gonna tell him or do anything about it. If I can’t have him, I can at least have my fantasies, right? I can keep them here. Nobody will ever read this. I’ll make sure of that.
I keep thinking about showing up at the police station. Bringing him lunch maybe. Mom never does that. I think about how happy he’d be to see me, and how much he’d appreciate the thought. But it never stops there.
I think about him locking his office door and confessing his feelings to me. How he’d tell me that it’s me he wants. That I’m pretty and he’s been desperate to get me alone for months. I think about him kissing me, about what his tongue would feel like in my mouth. God, I’m wet just from thinking about it. I want him to take me. I want him to fuck me.
Nights like this one are rare. They don’t have sex very often. Fucking walls are cardboard thin in this house so I’d know if they were humping like rabbits. But the jealousy I feel having to listen to them makes me want to throw my goddamn journal out the window. I can hear him pounding her. Would he be gentle with me? Or would he fuck me even harder?
I guess I’ll never find out, will I? He’s my stepfather. It’s never gonna happen.
“God-fuckin’-damnit,” Lee grunts, fist wrapped around his throbbing cock as it begins to soften in his grip - the pages of your journal glistening with pearly drops of his come, bleeding into black ink.
He thinks about trying to wipe the pages clean, but the ever present devil on his shoulder tells him not to. Closing the journal and slipping it back into your pillowcase, he wipes his sticky palm on your comforter and tucks himself away.
Lee wonders if you know he takes a quiet moment with your memoir every chance he gets. That he gets off to the thought of you touching yourself over him. He doesn’t know how much longer he can restrain himself, especially when you turn into a delicate, doe-eyed doll whenever you’re in his presence. He has wondered why you always look so taken with him, and now that he knows, the thought of experiencing your body for himself rather than reading about all the things you want him to do to it on paper is too strong to push away.
Dear Diary,
This morning when I was washing up after breakfast, he brushed up against me. And I felt..it. I heard the little noise he made. At first I just thought I was imagining things, but now I’m not so sure. And he called me ‘sugar’ this morning. ‘Thank you, sugar’, he said. He’s never called me that before. What does it mean? I know it’s wrong. I know I shouldn’t want him like..that. But he’s just so..I don’t even know. He’s not like other boys. He’s not a boy at all.
Am I going crazy? I feel like I’m going crazy. Mom left for work earlier than usual today. I think they were fighting about something. I tried to listen in, but I couldn’t hear what they were arguing about. I’ve spent the evening trying to stay out of (Lee’s) his way.
My underwear drawer was open when I got home. The new panties I bought are missing, too. I don’t think my mom would take them. Is that what they were arguing about? Does she know that I’ve been having these thoughts? If she did, she’d march me down to church by the collar of my dress.
I don’t know if I can go back downstairs tonight. I’m not scared of him, I just..I don’t trust myself not to say something stupid, ya know? He’s the Sheriff. He’s not an idiot. Speaking of, he’s been wearing that damn uniform around the house more than usual and it’s driving me crazy. He always used to come home, shower and change immediately. Not anymore. Now he wears it until bedtime. It’s like he knows what it does to me. He doesn’t even take off that stupid utility belt, and I think he might know that I..
The light rapping of knuckles on your bedroom door makes you jump, snapping your journal shut as you shuffle up towards the pillows on your bed. You panic. There’s only one person it can be. Your mom isn’t due home until at least midnight. Just as you open your mouth to speak, the door clicks open. He stands there in your doorway, his thumbs hooked through his belt loops as he rolls back on his heels slightly.
“What’cha doin’, sugar? Been awful quiet tonight,” he hums, narrowing his gaze at you as it drops to the journal hugged tight against your chest. You swear he almost smirks upon seeing it, slowly dragging his eyes back up to your face as he takes a few steps forward. “Holdin’ onto that thing for dear life. You got some secrets in there you don’t want your momma to know about?”
“No,” you bark a little too hastily, and he chuckles. His fingertips glide across the comforter draped at the end of your bed, his lips twitching into a smirk at the sight of your freshly painted toenails. You didn’t choose the cherry red polish because it was his favourite colour, the same colour has his favourite candy. Or at least that’s what you told yourself when you reached for it without a single thought to any other colour on your vanity earlier that night. “What-what were you and mom fighting about before?”
Lee raises his eyebrows at you, shaking his head with a lopsided grin as he moves to perch on your bed. You shuffle nervously, tucking your legs beneath you to keep some distance from him. He’s too tempting. You can’t keep your thoughts under control when it comes to him at the best of times, let alone when he’s so close to you.
“Nosy, ain’t ya?” He teases, turning to face you, looking down at the worn notebook in your grasp once again. Goosebumps rise on your bare legs as you subconsciously tug at the hem of your night dress. Lee’s cool, penetrating stare is enough to set your skin on fire. He doesn’t give you the explanation that you asked for, instead humming as if amused, his fingers reaching for the confessional in your hands. You hold it tighter, your fingertips digging into the cover and your pulse thumping in your eardrum. “Since when did we start keepin’ secrets from each other under my roof?”
He can’t be serious. Your panicked eyes flit from his hand, to your chest and back again. A frantic shake of your head has him hushing you, his tone deceptively soothing as his touch lingers on the back of your hand. “I’m not keeping secrets, I swear. It’s-it’s my diary. Nobody’s ever read this.”
The grin that Lee shoots your way unsettles you somewhat, a knowing look on your face that has you wanting the ground to split open and swallow you whole. He can’t have. There’s no way he would’ve. There’s no way he can know. “N-no. You haven’t. You wouldn’t."
"I won’t tell nobody what you’ve been cookin’ up in that pretty head a'yours,” he tells you softly, his palm settling at your ankle and giving it a little squeeze. God this, cannot be happening. You should have been more vague. You can’t even try and deny that what you’ve written is about him. It was stupid of you to think that nobody would ever find it. “Gotta say, I’m kinda flattered, sugar. Ain’t had a pretty little thing like you go all doe eyed over me in a long, long time."
The compliment goes straight to your gut, warmth spreading to your core as you clench your thighs tightly and hope to god he doesn’t notice. But he does. He notices everything, apparently. That’s why you’re in this predicament.
"I’m not-,” you stutter, feeling your cheeks heat up at his praise-like condescension, “I’m not ‘doe eyed’. It’s just a stupid crush. I didn’t mean it."
Lee clicks his tongue against his teeth with a smile, calloused palm gliding up towards your kneecap. You’re frozen beneath his touch. You should move. You know you should move and tell him to get out. Threaten to call your mom and tell her what’s happening.
You don’t.
"Oh, you didn’t mean it, huh? Tell me,” he pauses, sidling closer up the bed until he’s seated next to your thighs, “what exactly were you writin’ when I knocked on your door?”
Your tongue feels heavy in your mouth, and if you weren’t holding onto your book of secrets so tight, you’re pretty sure your hands would be shaking. You’re torn. Torn between throwing all caution to the wind and living out your deepest fantasy and telling him to get the hell out of your room. Your cunt has already made her decision, fluttering and drenched from the slightest of touches at his rugged hands.
“You’re not shy are you, sugar?” He asks, walking his fingertips up over your bare thigh as his steely, cobalt stare eats you up from the inside out. Your nipples pebble against the thin cotton of your night dress, and the little groan that escapes from his throat at the sight has you clenching once again. “C'mon. Read it. Wanna hear how much of a silly crush you got on me."
You shake your head from side to side defiantly, gritting your teeth as you grow more frustrated by his playful insistence. His hand settles, fingers nestled at the crease of your thighs and digging into your skin. They’re trembling. They want to fall open for him, and it’s taking everything in you to stop them from doing so.
"Would it help if I wasn’t starin’ right at you?” He asks, as if that’s the issue. He’s not joking around at all, and for some reason, you’re almost glad. Even if the last thing you want to do is read a single sentence about him from your diary. You tuck your bottom lip between your teeth as you shrink back against the headboard, thighs parting as you go. “Tell ya what, I’ll go easy on ya. You show me what you were writing and I’ll show ya my favourite entry, how 'bout that?”
“Your favourite..how long have you been reading this?” you ask him mortified, shaking his touch from your skin as you shuffle up onto your knees and hide your journal behind your back, out of his reach.
Lee doesn’t even flinch at your melodrama, instead loosening his tie and dragging his knuckles across the bedspread towards you; the tip of his index finger grazing your knee. He looks you dead in the eye, a look of intent lingering behind those pretty eyes. “I’ve read every single page, sugar. So ya see, there’s no use hidin’ away from me now. I know what you’ve been thinkin’ 'bout.”
Your mind wanders back to a few days ago, the night you caught him exiting your bedroom on your way back from washing up for the night. Your cheeks are hot, brow scrunching together as you internally debate your unlikely situation. You should want to scream at him, rage and cry over the fact that he invaded your privacy like this. That’s what your brain is telling you to do; the sensible part of your brain, at least. But your pussy? The way it dampens your inner thighs and aches to be touched by him? She just wants his attention, no matter the form it comes in.
Lee’s brows arch in slight surprise as you slowly hold out your hand to him, giving him permission to take the diary from you and read your latest lovesick confession about him. You watch as he flicks to the last written page, a slow, sly smile curling on his plush lips. Tugging on your fingers, you wait.
“Well, ain’t you the sweetest thing. Sounds like that crush you got ain’t so little after all is it, sugar?” He teases you, his eyes scanning the page once more before he flips back a few entries; handing it back to you as you take it with shaky hands. “Now this one; this one’s got me curious.”
You want to sink into your mattress, your eyes struggling to read a single sentence of it coherently. Lee chuckles, his fingers toying with the hem of your nightdress. Maybe he’s drunk, you think. He doesn’t smell like bourbon though. Too early for him to be drunk. The semi cohesive part of your mind attempts to reason your way out of it, but the overwhelming desire to live out the fantasies you’ve been pouring over every night is too strong to ignore.
“Get yourself comfy. Been a while since anyone’s read me a bedtime story,” he grins, and you roll your eyes at his incessant ribbing. Admittedly, albeit in a strange way, it makes you feel at ease somewhat. You do as he says, leaning back against your pillows and stretching your legs out on the bed in front of you. Lee tilts his head to the side, widening his eyes a touch as he silently urges you to obey his shameful command. “Go on, now. From the beginnin’.”
You pull your knees up to your chest, the vivid exposure that you’re about to give him making his eyes glint with anticipation. “D-Dear Diary..” you trail off, looking up from the page to him and training your eyes back down again, “I heard some boys talking at the diner today. Boys are disgusting and selfish,” you read quietly, shuffling your feet against the comforter as Lee nods for you to continue, his fingertips dancing over your shin and causing you to suppress a shudder. “They said-” you pause, nipping at your bottom lip with your teeth as your heart beats like a kickdrum in your chest, “they said boys aren’t supposed to eat pussy.”
Lee lets out a tsk of disapproval, his fingers hooking beneath your knee. His touch is firm and cool against your clammy skin, and it takes every ounce of composure within you to regain your concentration and continue. “They said that they’d never do it, because that’s not what girls are for.” Anger bubbles in your belly as you remember the way they laughed, egging each other on. “I wonder if they’re right. Afterall, whenever I’ve heard my momma and her friends talking about sex none of them have ever mentioned that.”
“Do you think those boys are right, sugar?” he interrupts, moving closer as the heat from his body seeps against yours. He smells like leather and rain, and you can’t help but clench your thighs once again and gulp. His eyes tell you exactly where he’s going with his, devouring you as the silence ticks on.
“I mean, well, maybe?” you mumble, fiddling with the corner of the page and watching as it curls upwards. His arm hooking beneath your leg makes you gasp and Lee’s stare rolls up to meet yours. He doesn’t say a word, instead tugging your body closer to him as your legs part of their own free, and eager, will. His fingers stroke at the damp flesh of your inner thigh, and you whimper at the motion. Any moment now, you’ll wake. It’ll all have been a dream. But your dreams never felt quite like this. Bravery sparks in your gut. “D-Do boys eat pussy?”
“No babylove,” he hums, and the term of endearment has you swooning internally. Lee sinks to his knees next to your bed, pulling you to the edge of the mattress with him, his big hands spreading your legs wide and his eyes hungrily soaking in the sight of your cotton covered cunt. “Boys don’t eat pussy. Men do. Keep reading.”
You’re speechless, wide-eyed and strung up inside at the way he talks, the way he looks at you. Like you’re a 8 course tasting menu and he’s about to indulge. You roll your hips just a little, a quiet gesture of consent should he choose to accept it. “I-I wonder if he’d eat my pussy. Probably not. I wouldn’t even know where to look, having somebody down there. What if it’s not..pretty?”
“Oh, it’s fuckin’ pretty. I know it’s pretty.” You gasp when he curls two fingers beneath the gusset of your panties, slowly peeling them to the side and exposing your aching, virginal cunt to his gaze. This isn’t happening, you think to yourself, mouth gaping while you watch him nuzzle his face against your thigh; dragging his nose across the sensitive pearl between your legs. “Knew you’d smell good, babylove. Sniffin’ those sweet, little panties a’yours just ain’t the same as the real thing.”
“L-Lee..” you whimper, your feet digging into the sheets as your body works on instinct to try and put some space between the two of you. You knew someone had been in your underwear drawer. You’re trapped between his mouth and the headboard, your breaths heavy as he looks up from between your legs. “C’mon now, sugar. Ain’t got to the best part yet.”
“W-would he like the way I taste-oh!” His tongue flattens against your cunt, the sound it makes sending sparks straight to your gut, slick between your folds as your hole clenches against the wet muscle. You feel dizzy, your vision blurring from the sheer disbelief coursing through your veins.
“Fuckin’ delicious. Better’n candy. Keep readin’,” he grumbles, slurping at your cunt and swiping the tip of his tongue back and forth across your clit. The fact that he’s expecting you to continue while you try to remain composed is maddening, but you push through.
“I’ve heard him-fuck-heard him with my mom. He knows what he’s doing. Sometimes I think about him coming into my room at night and slipping beneath my sheets. I wanna know what it feels like to have his mouth on me,” you confess, letting your head fall back against the headboard. It’s too good. Too much. Not fucking enough. Lee’s hands grip your thighs roughly, spreading them wide open so he can get his fill. You whine shamelessly as he nuzzles his face from side to side against your drenched pussy, his cheeks glistening with your slick. “Please, can’t read anymore.”
“Jus’ a little bit more, babylove. Do it for daddy,” he smirks, his teeth grazing your fleshy mound. Your eyes bulge, a lump forming in your throat at the title he’s taken for himself. The title you gave him. Lee presses the tip of his index finger against your untouched hole, circling it and spreading your arousal up towards your clit. “You wanna be good for me, don’t ya? Know you do. One last lil’ bit and I’ll give ya what you want.”
You release your bottom lip from between your teeth, blowing out a shaky breath and doing your best to fulfill his wishes. Even with his lips suckling at your pussy lewdly and your hips bucking down against his face. “I know he’s s’posed to be my daddy now, but I don’t care. I want him. I want him to take my virginity. I just want him to notice me. ”
The air is still, his lustful assault halted as he wipes his damp cheek against your leg, his greedy eyes never straying from your own. “You want me to pop that little cherry, babylove, or are you still gonna try tellin’ me it’s jus’ a lil’ crush?”
The speed in which you toss the journal aside surprises him, but you’re riddled with fiery lust and you can’t wait any longer. Your fingers grip his collar, impatiently tugging him up your body, the soft bulge of his belly pressing against your cunt.
You think of all the times you’ve willed him to kiss you, all the times you’ve secretly wished to be beneath him like this. Your hands settle either side of his throat, looking to him to take the lead as your bravery ebbs away. You can feel him, hard against your inner thigh. “Gotta tell me what ya want, sugar. Ain’t gonna take it ‘less you tell me to.”
You can’t speak, your tongue too heavy in your mouth. You want it. You want it more than you’ve ever wanted anything. The scent of him is intoxicating when he’s close like this, his warm breath fanning your cheeks as you breathe him in.
Your mouth collides with his, the musky taste of yourself oozing from his lips to yours; his tongue eagerly seeking out yours as he groans and grunts against your lips. You claw at his shirt, making light-yet fumbled-work of the buttons. God, he’s perfect. Just firm enough to overpower you if he chose, yet soft enough to envelop you and make you feel safe.
“Lift those arms up for me, babylove.” You do as he says instantly, trembling as he rucks up your nightgown and lifts it up over your head. The deep breath he sucks in through his nostrils at the sight of your tits doesn’t go unnoticed by you. The more he looks at you, the more at ease you feel. “Look'it you. Fuck.”
His lips chain down your throat, teeth grazing your nipples, one after the other. He makes you feel dizzy. The kind of dizziness you feel when you get off the tilt a whirl at the fair. Like you’re floating on air and he’s the only thing keeping you out of the clouds. You giggle when his tongue dips into your navel, lips sucking at the flesh of your stomach and leaving a slick pool of saliva in their wake.
“Please, Lee. Did what you wanted me to do. Gotta gimme what I want now,” you pout, arching yourself into him as he retraces his route back up your torso, sucking a bruise at your neck and smirking against your skin when you scold him for it. “Please, daddy."
Your hands reach for him as he stands, shrugging his shirt off his shoulders, grinning at you as you ogle his body. You’re hypnotised by him, completely enraptured by the masculinity that radiates from his body.
You find yourself looking away when he removes his underwear, almost as if instinctive. You’ve seen him shirtless before, but naked? That’s something you’ve never dreamed of seeing. "Gone shy on me again, sugar?” Lee teases, tugging your panties down and crawling back between your legs.
“I didn’t.. just not how I expected my night to go, is all.” He chuckles at your sweet admission, resting his elbow next to your head and leaning down to devour your mouth again. You grind against him, the weight and warmth of his cock heavy against your clit making you keen for more. “Do it. I want you to fuck me, daddy.”
“Jesus fuckin’ christ, listen t'you.” Your hands cling to his biceps, fingernails leaving little crescent moons behind on his skin as you mumble an apology, knowing damn well he wouldn’t be able to explain those away to your mother. “Been thinkin’ ‘bout this for a while now, you know that? Since Christmas, in fact. ‘Member you wore that pretty red dress with the green bow? Fuck, looked so pretty, babylove.”
Lee reaches down, gripping his length in his hand and tapping the swollen, pink head against your cunt. It clenches, and you can’t wait any longer. Your legs wrap loosely around his waist, and you lean up to steal one more kiss from him. “Please, daddy.”
The sound your pussy makes as he slips the first inch in makes you cringe a little, embarrassed at how wet you are - how much you want him inside you. Lee hushes you, stroking your temple with his thumb as he slowly splits you open, piercing through your purity and seating himself to the hilt with a lustful groan. “Tight lil’ pussy, jus’ for me. Be okay, sugar.” You sob as a sharp pinch of pain rings through your abdomen. “I know, baby. S’gonna start feelin’ real good any second, I promise.”
The second thrust brings just as much discomfort as the first, a stray tear rolling down over your cheek. Lee captures it with his tongue, the salty taste flooding your senses when he kisses you. Kisses you like you’re all the air he needs, and everything in-between.
Your cunt barely adjusts to his size, and you can feel it all. The hard ridges of his shaft, the prominent vein at the underside of his cock. All of it. Pain melds slowly into comfort and hurtles into pleasure, your face contorting at each stretch of your walls.
The filth that spills from his tongue is almost as addictive as his cock. Lee pushes your legs back against your chest, hitting an angle that has your body shaking. It’s too much. Too much, and not near enough. You don’t know what you need, don’t know how to ask for it. But you don’t have to; because he already knows. “Most girls don’t get 'ta come on their first try. Gonna make sure you’re one a'the lucky ones. Gonna come all over my cock."
"There it is. There’s that feelin’,” he purrs, sitting back on his knees and tugging you further down the bed by your thighs. You let out a little moan, panting as his large hands pin you down at the hips; holding you in place as he sets his own rhythm. Your legs feel like jell-o, splayed open and tingling as he admires the sight of your cunt taking his cock; the crimson smears of virtue on his flesh making him grunt. “That little cherry belongs to daddy now, babylove,” he gloats, gathering it up on the pads of his fingers before he reaches for your lips, nestling his digits against your tongue. “Bet its sweet like a fuckin’ cherry, too.”
You nod your head eagerly, babbling nonsense as you hold your legs back for him, looking down entranced as he pounds into you. It’s tender, aches deep in your bones. But fuck, it feels so good.
Your first orgasm creeps up on you faster than you anticipated, tight, little ministrations of his thumb against your sensitive nub helping you along as your body tenses beneath him. You don’t have time to recover, not when he’s sitting back against the headboard, tugging you onto his lap and sinking your cunt back down onto his dick. It burns hotter now, that feeling in your belly that you’ve already grown to crave.
“Wanna watch you, babylove. Wan’ you to ride daddy. Know you been humpin’ on that pillow. It’s just like that,” he tells you gently, his rough hands gripping your waist and guiding your movements. You wind your hips back and forth, grinding yourself down against him as he let’s you set your own pace. “That'sa good girl. You got it. You’re a fuckin’ natural."
His praise urges you on, your hands settling on his broad shoulders and raking down over his soft chest as you rise and fall gently on his shaft, flesh slapping with flesh as his thighs hold you steady. Lee’s hands move to cup your tits, pinching at your nipples and caressing your clavicles while he watches you pleasure him. The look on his face has you fucking him harder, with more intent. You want to drag the same pleasure he gave you, out of him.
“C’mon daddy,” you whisper, and the sound is debauched coming from your lips. He grits his teeth, bending his knees and thrusting up into your soaked cunt. You’re so high, so fucking high on the feeling he gives you. His hand grips your throat, and you preen at the notion, pushing further into his grasp and letting him use your pussy for his own gain. Stroke after stroke of bliss, that newly familiar heat in your gut rising once again.
“Can’t-shit-can’t come inside you, babylove.” Your brow crumples in disappointment, riding him with a new insistence that has him cursing under his breath. The sharp slap of his palm against your ass, followed by a possessive grab at your flesh makes you cry out, a low rumble escaping his throat. “You want daddy t’keep fuckin’ you? Won’t be much of a secret if you got my baby in your belly, will it?”
His words shouldn’t affect you the way they do, the thought of his seed deep inside you, your body belonging to him completely - it’s fucking riveting. He can see it on your face too, and a twisted smirk forms on his lips; sharp thrust after sharp thrust, stretching and molding your cunt to perfection. Lee pulls his cock free, a disappointed whimper catching in your throat. “Stroke daddys cock,” he instructs, guiding your hand as you wrap your fist around his heavy girth and jerk him slowly. You’re not sure if you’re doing it right, but if the sounds coming from his mouth are anything to go by, you most certainly are.
“That’s it, sugar. You got it. Jus’ like that. So fuckin’ close,” he hisses, returning the favour and letting his fingers toy with your cunt, two fingers slipping in and out of your used hole and massaging that tender spot inside you. You could watch him teetering on the edge of bliss for hours. You know he’s waiting for you, know he wants you to feel good. But you’re too focused on him to let your guard down long enough to come again. “Can’t hold back much longer.”
“Then don’t hold back, daddy. I wanna watch you. Wanna see what you look like. Wanna remember it,” you confess, wrapping your other fist around him and pumping him eagerly in both hands. It’s beautiful, his cock throbbing and threatening to burst all over your fingers. You gasp softly at the first droplets of come, licking your lower lip and wondering what it tastes like. He yells out a curse, gripping the sheets beside him and jerking his hips up into your hands, letting you milk him dry until he’s whimpering. “Beautiful daddy,” you praise him, the warmth of his spend coating your fingers, sloppy wet against his stomach.
You try not to look at the clock on the nightstand, knowing your mother is probably due home sooner than you’d like. A twinge of guilt hits you, but you shove it away, determined to enjoy the feel of Lee’s body against yours. Your body sags against his, head resting on his chest as he tucks your head beneath his chin. His arms are tight and firm around you, lips grazing the top of your head and his cock pulsing as it softens against your belly.
You’ve always wanted to know what it would feel like to be held by him.
And now that you know, you don’t think you’ll ever get enough.
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Requested by @xoloverr: Hiii I was wondering if I could request a Sebastian Stan smut with “you have no idea how much I want you” prompt?
Prompts: 1. “You have no idea how much I want you right now”
Summary: after hearing your interview about how guys your age don’t know how to treat you, Sebastian decides to step in
Warnings: smut (18+), minors DNI, age gap (reader is about 25), choking, unprotected sex (it’s fiction, we don’t care about these things here), swearing
Word count: ~1,9k
A/N: english is not my native language so I apologise for my mistakes and lack of vocabulary, I’m still learning
Sebastian was bored. He didn’t have work today and he was too lazy to go out somewhere. He already cleaned the house and made himself something to eat and now he just doesn’t know what to do.
An idea popped into his mind when he grabbed his phone and opened youtube, hoping that he will find something interesting to watch.
The first thing he saw when he opened the app was an interview in his suggestions. An interview with you. He immediately clicked on it and smiled to himself as soon as he saw you walking into the stage and saying hi to Jimmy Kimmel.
You and Sebastian had a very interesting relationship going on. You’ve been in two movies together and in both of them you were love interests which meant that you spent about a year kissing each other almost everyday on set and it made him feel some way about you. Especially when you started hanging out a lot off set. You got along very well and found out lots of things about each other and just generally you were a great duo.
As you may say - you were best friends. But Sebastian wanted something more…
However, he was respectful, considering your age difference, he knows that maybe you wouldn’t date a guy who’s fifteen years older than you. So he’s just grateful that at least you’re friends with him.
•••
“so y/n, you mentioned in our last interview that you’re having troubles with relationships. Did something change?” Jimmy asked.
“oh god” you laughed and Sebastian’s heart fluttered at the sound of your laughter. “well no, not really. I just realised one thing”
“care to share?” Jimmy chuckled, wanting to hear an answer.
“well…gosh I hope this doesn’t sound bad. I realised that guys my age don’t know how to treat me, you know? Most of them are very childish, at least the ones I’ve been with” you gave a half shrug and laughed to ease the tension.
“so what you’re saying is that you need an older man, am I right?” Jimmy narrowed his eyes.
“yeah, I guess so” you blushed and burried your face in your hands. “this sounds so embarrassing”
Sebastian’s heart started beating faster. Your words were racing in his mind. All this time he thought you could never look at him as more than a friend just because of the age gap and now…he may have a chance.
“so is there any possible candidates?”
“well there is one guy that I know would be perfect for me, but I don’t think he would like someone younger than him”
“who is it?”
“I’m definitely not saying this” you threw your head back laughing. “we’ve been friends for a while now that’s all I’m gonna say”
He felt like he had just ran a marathon. Sebastian’s heart was beating out of his chest and he was breathing heavily. He had so many mixed thoughts and emotions that he didn’t know what to believe.
So he did the only thing that seemed right for him; he stood up, put on his shoes and left.
•••
You almost dropped your glass of wine when you heard a loud knock on your apartment door, it was 11pm and you didn’t have any plans to meet anyone today.
You tiptoed to the door and pressed your ear against it. “who is it?”
“it’s me, Sebastian”
You immediately recognised his voice and opened the door, relieved that it wasn’t a serial killer or something else.
“oh god, you’re soaking” you widened your eyes when you saw him with a smug look on his face.
“yeah, it’s kinda raining” he shrugged.
“come in, I’ll get you a towel and something to change” you pulled him in by his hand and closed the door before leaving him standing there like a lost puppy while you went to search for a towel and dry clothes.
Since you love wearing oversized clothes which sometimes are from the men section, it wasn’t hard to find something that fits him.
“here, you can get change in the bathroom and leave your clothes there, I’ll put them in the dryer” you handed him everything.
“thank you” he smiled and eyed you up and down before walking away.
As soon as he was gone out of sight you widened your eyes and exhaled the air you didn’t know you were holding.
Your heart was beating out of your chest from excitement that Sebastian was here but you were also nervous to find out why is he here.
While going back to the living room, you walked past a mirror and mentally face palmed yourself when you realised that you’re just in your pyjamas, with a Mickey Mouse on them.
You turned around and started sprinting to your bedroom but bumped into Sebastian as he was leaving the bathroom. Before you could fall, his hands went around your waist to hold you still, his touch sending shivers down your spine.
“woah there” he chuckled looking down on you. “what’s going on?”
“I wanted to change” you laughed awkwardly.
“why? I love Mickey Mouse” he shrugged and tightened his grip. “plus, you look cute”
“Sebastian-“
“I saw your interview” he cut in, making your mouth fall open.
“I-uhm”
“so older, huh?” he smirked and you immediately caught on.
“what can I say, they know what they are doing and they’re good at it” you replied cheekily even though you felt like you’re going to explode.
In a matter of seconds, Sebastian pushed you against the wall, making you gasp in surprise and cage you between his arms.
“and how do you know that?” he asked, his voice was low and raspy.
“lucky guess” you licked your lips nervously as he leaned in more; your lips almost touching.
Your mind was foggy, all you could think about is that this man in front of you -who you had a crush on since the day you met him- is making you wet by seconds.
“you have no idea how much I want you right now” he breathed out into your lips.
“then have me” you whispered back at him and that’s all it took for him to crash his lips into yours, pressing his full body against you.
His tongue slipped inside of your mouth, immediately gaining confidence as his hands travelled down your body and he lightly tapped the back of your thighs with his fingers indicating for you to jump.
You obeyed, wrapping your legs around his torso as he held you securely with his arms around you. You broke the kiss for a second to catch breath before connecting your lips once again as he carried you to the bedroom.
He detached your lips and gently laid you down on the bed before hovering above you. You smiled softly at him, enjoying the view of his messy, still a little wet, hair and red, plump lips. His blue eyes were piercing through you with desire as you tugged the bottom of his/yours shirt, signaling him to take it off.
As he held himself with one arm, his other arm went to reach for his back as he grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head easily. This action only made you drool even more.
“lord have mercy” you muttered under your breath as you eyed him and made him chuckle.
“wrong name, baby” he smirked and lowered his face next to yours to softly bite your earlobe.
Sebastian helped you to take off your shirt and widened his eyes when he noticed that you weren’t wearing a bra underneath.
“you’re so gorgeous” he whispered and kissed your lips once more, before slowly leaving a trail of kisses down your neck and your chest, stopping to suck on your already hard nipples, making you let out a breathy moan.
His fingers hooked onto the waistband of your shorts and he looked at you as if asking are you sure, which you nodded and he proceeded to take it off.
“no panties also, huh” he licked his lips and kissed your stomach, slowly moving down to your inner thighs.
“fuck, Seb. Do something” you whined when his lips ghosted over your soaked pussy. He giggled softly before sucking on your thigh, leaving a mark behind.
You ran your fingers through his hair with a squeal as his tongue dragged from your dripping hole to your clit where he began to flick on your sensitive bud.
“Sebastian” you moaned out and he brought a finger to tease your entrance. You threw your head back against the mattress when he suddenly slammed his fingers inside you.
“take your pants off” you managed to choke out the words while he sucked on your clit and fingered you like there’s no tomorrow, constantly brushing through your g spot.
He pulled his mouth away from you and licked his lips, still pumping his fingers inside you, he struggled to take his pants off with the other hand.
“fuck, Seb, I’m close” you gasped looking up at him.
He suddenly pulled his fingers out and you whined at the loss of contact. “I want you to cum on my cock” he smirked and took of his boxers while you watched him with hungry eyes.
He gave his cock a few strokes before lining it against your hole. “don’t tease, please” you begged him and he instantly obeyed, slamming himself inside of you without a warning making your back arch and a sinful sound leave your mouth.
He didn’t take much time before starting moving, letting you feel all of him raw inside you.
You would lie if you said that you’ve ever felt this way. Sebastian was definitely one of the kind. He knew what he was doing and how to do it, touching every inch inside you, making you moan uncontrollably, as much as you wanted to say something, to praise him, you were not able to speak.
His hand sneaked around your neck, squeezing the sides lightly as he pulled all the way out and slam right back in, making your back arch for the hundredth time this night.
“you are beautiful” he whispered leaning his face down to meet your lips. You were trying hard to kiss him back but it was impossible because he was pumping his cock inside you hard and fast.
“I’m close, baby. Are you close?” he smirked noticing how much you were struggling.
“shit, yes I am, fuck” you growled as he squeezed your neck harder.
Your vision became blurry, everything was too much to handle, your orgasm came closer by seconds until you finally squeezed his cock making him cum too, his load painted the walls of your insides.
He collapsed on top of you before rolling down to the side, breathing heavily. You both had a smile on your face after finally getting what you both wanted for a long time.
“yeah, guys my age definitely can’t treat me right” you chuckled, getting a quiet laugh in return.
“would you like to go on a date with me?” he asked after a few minutes of comfortable silence.
You looked at him and couldn’t help but laugh loudly. “I would love to”
—silverfox! bestfriend’s dad! bucky barnes x reader
summary || right from his electric blue eyes to his graying beard, everything about Bucky made you want him more.
warnings ||dilf! bucky, unprotected sex, veryfilthydirty talk, gray beard kink?, pussy spanking, daddy kink, metal arm kink, oral sex, finger sucking, choking, multiple orgasms, voice kink, seduction, petnames (sweetness, princess), very filthy. PWP—MINORS DNI if any of this makes you uncomfortable then please do not read!
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“Do you have a moment?” You asked as you knocked on the open door. A small smile spread upon Bucky’s face as he looked up at you from the stack of files he was overlooking. But the smile soon disappeared as he gulped when he looked down at the dress you were wearing.
“Umm actually, I was think of reading a book and I would love to have your recommendations.” You said as you sensually walked over to him. You smirked when you noticed the way his eyes were still stuck raving over your body.
You were wearing a slip dress which hugged your curves and was nearly see through. He licked his lips when he saw that you weren’t wearing anything other than the dress. And you were happy to realise that it was having the effect you were hoping for on Bucky.
“Wha… what?” He cleared his throat when he realised that you were saying something. You leaned down on the desk such that your breasts were right in front of his face. “I was just asking for some book recommendations.” You said innocently.
Bucky’s breath hitched as he eyed your tits again. He just couldn’t get enough of how your nipples were clearly visible through the sheer material. This sure wasn’t a coincidence and you definitely weren’t that innocent.
Bucky took a deep breath before speaking up. “Be honest, do you want me to fuck you?”
Did you want him to fuck you? Yes. You wanted him to completely ruin you.
Bucky’s daughter, Sasha, had become your best friend since you’d met in the freshman year of your college. But after graduating from your university, you had to move to this city for your job while Sasha had decided to tour the world with the gracious courtesy of her father’s money.
You were a little sceptical of living in the city alone without any connections, and it was then that Sasha had suggested that you live in her house. You initially didn’t want to accept her offer and be a burden, but after constant persuasion from Sasha, you had finally caved in.
You still remembered coming directly to her house from the airport. You had thought you’d be alone as Sasha wasn’t even in the country and she hadn’t specified anyone else would be there. But oh, how wrong you were.
But the moment you had seen Bucky Barnes warmly welcome you into the palatial house, you were so dumbstruck that your bags had literally slipped from your hands. He had just smiled and patted your back as he guided you through the vast halls.
You had screamed to Sasha over the phone about how she had kept you in the dark and her only reply was that the house was big enough for you to avoid Bucky if you wanted to. But that was the problem, you didn’t want to avoid Bucky, you couldn’t.
Right from his electric blue eyes to his graying beard, everything about that man leaked pure sex. You definitely hadn’t missed the glances he gave your way when he thought you weren’t looking, and you were shameless enough to ogle the dilf while he did literally anything.
Looking at that man, you just knew he fucked good. He was built like a brick shithouse and had the charm to woo anyone he wanted. You were a little scared of acting towards your feelings for him, but after last night where you’d seen him get out of the pool, dripping wet, you just couldn’t hold it in anymore.
Though you were still a little nervous about the act you were pulling, you knew he liked you too. The way he touched you a little more than necessary, the way he laughed a little too hard when you cracked a silly joke, the way he looked at you with hunger in his eyes, were all the indicators you needed.
You didn’t even waste a second in answering to his straight forward question. “Yes!”
Something changed in Bucky’s eyes that instant and you gasped when you felt his warm hand grace your throat. He wasn’t pressing, just holding you still and making you aware of his power. “You look so fucking cute in this dress.” He rasped as he trailed his metal fingers down your gown.
A breathy sigh left your lips when he pinched your hardened nipples through your dress. You were sure Bucky could feel your heart racing through the hand that was wrapped around your throat. He was still very much seated in his plush chair while you bent at an odd angle.
“Do you know what would make you look cuter?” just his thick voice was making you squirm. His words were commanding and reeked dominance and yet they wrapped around you like chocolate and made you melt on the spot. He pressed himself ahead such that his lips were right against your ear. “You’d look even cuter with my cock in your mouth.”
Your brain nearly short circuited with just his filthy words. You were obediently about to get down on your knees like you’d dreamed of a hundred times before, but Bucky stopped you. “You’re such a good girl, sweetness. Just one word from daddy and you’re getting down on your knees.”
He pulled you forward and rewarded you with a sweet kiss on your lips that made your stomach flutter. “I’m dying to see you make a mess on my cock, but not today. Today I’m going to treat you like a princess.” With that, he got up and you gaped as he cleared everything that was on his table with a sweep of his hand and pushed you back on it.
He was quick to spread your thighs and you choked on your spit as the cool air hit your bared cunt. Bucky’s eyes were filled with lust and darkened such that only a light ring of blue was remaining. With two of his fingers, he spread apart your wet folds and your enter body heated up.
His smirk could only be described as devilish as he sat down on his knees. He released the hand over your neck and you somewhat missed the feeling. You got up on your elbows to see what he was about to do, but he pushed you back down. He shifted you such that your thighs were resting on his shoulders.
The first lick of his warm tongue against your needy cunt was enough to make you moan like a whore. Your fingers gripped the edge of the wooden table as he lapped up your soaking petals. His tongue was skilled and even better was the slight burn his beard was searing your thighs with.
“This sweet pussy…” he spit on your cunt, adding to the mess, before continuing, “… is mine!” He turned his face around and you nearly screamed with overwhelming ecstasy as he sank his teeth into your thigh. “Say it!” He demanded and your spluttered.
“It’s yours!” You pushed your fingers into his hair, but he quickly held your wrists away from him. “You know better than to forget your manners. Now what do you call me?” You were so delirious with the urgent need to cum, you couldn’t really process his words.
Your eyes flew wide open and an electric flow travelled up your spine when his hand connected with your swollen folds in a loud slap. You instinctively closed your legs, but he held them open. “Don’t you ever deny me what’s mine.” With that, he spanked your cunt again.
“Please.. I fuck!” You were trying to think, but Bucky just kept on stepping up his game. It was the third spank on your tender pussy that made you remember his original question. “Ohmygod! Daddy! Fuck! I’m sorry daddy!“ you nearly screamed.
“Good girl.” Bucky placed a tender kiss to your throbbing clit, and this act was somehow more lewd than anything before. He was once again back to lapping you up like a starved man and you nearly went spineless on the table.
His warm lips around your swollen bun was the tipping point you needed and you came with a loud cry of his name. Pure ecstasy flooded your veins as you writhed on the table. And Bucky lapped up all that you gave him as your legs shook around his face.
Bucky got up from between your legs only when you stopped trembling like a calf. His lower face, especially his grey beard was covered with your juices and that was the hottest sight you’d ever laid your eyes on.
You panted for breath on the desk as Bucky lowered his pants and pulled out his cock. Your nearly salivated at his long girthy cock as he fisted it slowly, giving you a show. It was a little curved and covered with veins which you wanted to trace with your tongue.
You hissed as he placed the tip of his cock over your nub. He rubbed the head of his cock between your petals and your mewled with need. “Don’t tease me daddy.” You whined when he didn’t enter you, and just kept on teasing you. Bucky was still very much dressed and composed while you begged and this turned you on even more.
“I’mteasingyou?” He scoffed. “I don’t think that’s what happened here, princess. You were the one who just walked in here, practically naked. Whenever you bend down and show off that fucking ass of yours makes me wanna tear your clothes to shreds and fuck you raw.” He sneered.
“Then fuck me!” Your demand turned into a pathetic whimper as his thick length entered your clenching hole in a hard stroke. Bucky wasn’t gentle as he fucked into you. His hands were holding your hips hard enough to bruise as he rammed into you like a man possessed.
“Oh..oh! Fuck daddy! You’re fucking me so well!” You blabbering nonsensically as he fucked you within an inch of your life. His curved cock was hitting just the right spots and you nearly saw stars as he pounded into you. The force of his thrusts was shaking the table, but it was the least of your worries.
“I’m gonna… I’m.. oomf!” You choked as he pushed two of his cold metal fingers into your open mouth. You didn’t know if Bucky could feel those fingers, but you sucked on them anyway. You didn’t know how, but the suckling on those fingers made you even more relaxed.
“Look at you, princess. You’re making such cute wet noises as you drool around my fingers.” The shame you felt from his words only aroused you more. Your saliva had indeed collected at the corners of your mouth as he warmed his fingers in your mouth.
This orgasm hit you like a freight train, out of nowhere and harder than anything else. The world muted into soft clouds of pleasure and you felt as if you were floating on them while drowning in honey. A few tears slipped from your eyes from the sheer intensity.
“I was wrong, you look even cuter crying on my cock.” His words were so condescending and yet you loved it. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth, now dripping with your saliva and placed them straight on your clit. He pressed tight circles over your nub and you sobbed.
“Did you think about me at night while you touched yourself?” You really didn’t know how Bucky was talking so much while fucking the daylights out of you. You were too out of it to lie, so you simply admitted the truth. “Yes!”
“Hmm.. now you don’t need to lay awake thinking about me. I’m gonna fuck this pussy so well, you’d feel me for days.” You honestly didn’t know how long you’d last. You were very sensitive from your previous orgasms and you could already feel yourself approaching another rapidly.
“I.. Uhh I.. urrghh Daddy!” You exclaimed as you felt yourself getting closer. “Shh.. I know princess, I know.” He cooed and somehow his condescending tone was what made you tumble down again. “You can give me one more, I know you have it in you… yeah! Just like that. Let go for me cum for your daddy.” Bucky grunted as he too came in warm spurts inside you.
He trusted a few more times before collapsing on top of you like a warm blanket. Your held him close as you both panted to catch your breaths and you couldn’t help but think that you were going to live a lot longer in this house than you had initially expected.
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summary: sebastian accidentally wears that little heart necklace home with him after his photoshoot, much to your surprise… and pleasure.
a/n: i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself this was meant to be barely a drabble but it is 2.5k words :) title is that song by katy perry <3
warnings: smut (18+ only!!! fingering, orgasm denial, unprotected p in v, slightly rough sex, necklace pulling/sucking is a thing) teeny praise kink if you squint? cocky sebastian, swearing
no beta/loosely proofread so please excuse errors!
When Sebastian brought you along to his latest photoshoot, you weren’t prepared to witness him in all his glory once again, and you definitely were not expecting to come back to the hotel with ruined panties.
After the many risky projects he’s been a part of lately, Sebastian’s self esteem has really been knocked down a few pegs. He’s received plenty of backlash; some of it is justified, but plenty is not. From picking apart projects he’s worked so hard on, to the outpouring of negative comments about his body, to those stupid critics claiming he only has ‘limited talent’ on the screen, Sebastian’s been feeling down on himself, that’s for sure.
So to see him so confident in front of a camera again, to see the proud way he presents himself, it makes you so happy. And in more ways than one.
Obviously, some of the outfits he was styled in would not have been your first choice of apparel. Apparently obnoxiously mixed patterns and unnecessary layering is considered high-fashion nowadays.
But no matter what Sebastian wears (or doesn’t wear), he always looks incredible to you. And just the way he acts when he’s comfortable in his own skin is enough to get you worked up.
And just his presence wasn’t enough to get you going, the close proximity would have done it.
You got to watch him change into each new outfit, and you knew he knew you were watching. Each time he changed into a different set of clothes, he made sure to catch your eye and practically gave you a strip tease, before his manager told him to hurry up.
As he’d pose, the flirty, sultry stares he gave the camera went straight to your core, and before you know it, you were completely soaked and completely mortified to let Sebastian find out, although you suppose it would boost his self esteem a little.
But the thing that got you going the most, other than the perfect little view of his happy trail headed south from his delicious abs, or his juicy thighs, or his sexy stares… it was that necklace. That stupid piece of silver dangling from around his neck. That adorable, pure, inherently wholesome little heart necklace.
One moment, you’re watching him sprawl across a table. The next, you’re lost in the filth of your own mind…
You imagine tugging on it as he’s railing you back at the hotel room… sucking on it as he pounds into you mercilessly… using it to stifle back your moans so you don’t get a noise complaint from your hotel neighbors down the hall, or upstairs, or downstairs…
“You ready to go, Sweetheart?” Sebastian’s voice breaks you from the sinful thoughts you’re having.
![Title: All this and Heaven, Too [2]Pairing: Dark!Bucky Barnes x ReaderSummary: Caught in an anti-her](https://64.media.tumblr.com/0c175516abf542b49baf582427fa27b2/2eab12baf9d49dc3-96/s1280x1920/f5f32e663e155eb7f1d3f95dede68badf3748f5a.jpg "Title: All this and Heaven, Too [2]Pairing: Dark!Bucky Barnes x ReaderSummary: Caught in an anti-her")
