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?
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.”
Pairing: Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Feelings come to light in the most fitting way. Word Count: Over 2.6k Warnings: Pining, fluff, insecurities, feels, idiots in love admitting how they feel (is that a warning?), roommate!Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?), Alpine still being the best cat ever A/N: Hey, lovelies! We finally get to see how Stud and Smartie get together. And to me, it’s just right. Beta read by the beautiful @maladaptivexxdaydreaming, but any and all mistakes are my own. Banners by the talented @vase-of-lilies. Moodboard by yours truly. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Please reblog or comment as it means the world!
The sound of the clock ticking in the quiet apartment taunted you as you sat on the couch. You matched the timing to the rhythm of “Can’t Help Falling In Love” without realizing it until you heard yourself humming the tune. Ever since that night in the kitchen, you found yourself playing the song on repeat when you were alone. You wished you could dance with Bucky every night. It would be a dream come true.
I’m all in my feels today and I’m not gonna lie this made me tear up. It was so sweet and lovely. I love when he started telling her about the “book”, my heart just melted I love these two so much and the puzzle idea was perfect for them! This was amazing, Navy!
Arriving at Chris’ pod in Boston felt homier than his place in L.A., this one was more him. Walking through the picture frames above his fireplace as he’s finishing up parking. You thought that he’s truly a family-oriented man. The photos presented are of those the memories he has along with his parents and siblings, of course, East and Dodger too. While you were appreciating Chris’ photo frame display, your phone rang.
Chubby Dumpling calling…
No fucking way that Sebastian was finally trying to contact you. Out of the concern you were having for him the past few days, you weren’t able to quite hear that Chris was coming inside as you answered the call. “Sebastian,” you sigh. Chris got in and was supposed to the door. However, hearing you say Sebastian’s name made Chris slowly close the door, not wanting you to know that he’s already in there. He didn’t know what the fuck he was doing and why was he doing this. “How are- god. I- how could I even ask you that,” you laughed, but it wasn’t that laugh where your tone was filled with joy. Which made Chris even more curious about the conversation you were having. He wasn’t the type to eavesdrop on someone, especially to his girlfriend that he trusts. However, there was just something in the tone of your voice that made him want to listen further. So he did. “Just tell me you’re safe, please? ‘Is all I want to hear,” “…no, no. I haven’t- Chris doesn’t know,” He wasn’t having this. “What do I not know, Y/N?”
You jump in surprise upon hearing Chris’ stern voice. Fuck. Yeah, you were fucked. “Chris,” he dropped his keys over the key plate, continuing to move closer to you. “What do I not know? ‘M not going to repeat m’self again.” Chris hasn’t doubted your loyalty, not once. But what’s going on now made him do so. With his unfortunate past experiences, eavesdropping over the conversation you were having escalated his anxiety. Standing still, unable to think of words to say to him, he became impatient. Chris took your phone and ended the ongoing call. “Speak,” “Speak or else I’ll start walking away thinking the unthinkable.” did he…? Did he think you were cheating on him? “Chris, baby, no. It’s not like that,” you softly put your hand on his but he pulled it away, causing your heartache. How the hell do I tell him about what’s going on with Sebastian’s without causing a big gap to fill on their friendship? Chris walked past you and sat on his couch. You looked at him and sighed, sitting before him. Palms brushing all over your face. It took you a good minute before you finally face him, “Sebastian and I had a misunderstanding,” he didn’t look at your way but you knew he was listening, “After the last shoot I had with Henry before we fly to Boston, he congratulated me for being with you, that finally, I was at the hands of a good man. But I was curious as to the reason why he left me, Chris. ‘Twas haunting me for these past few years and I want to be able to let go of that feeling so I asked Henry to tell me why’d he left me,” explaining further. Chris’ head tilted sideways quickly as his jaw clenched. You proceeded to discuss with Chris the reason why Henry left you before. When you were finished talking, you looked down at his fluffed carpet. “What does Sebastian have to do with this? I thought his relationship with Henry was complicated?” he looked at you, finally. Asking for clarification. Fidgeting with your fingers as you answer, “Yeah, they do have a complicated relationship… Sebby- Sebastian saw Henry and I at the parking lot when we were talking to each other. Henry asked for a hug. Chris, I swear, it was just a friendly hug. Felt more like parting, and I wanted to at least end our closure with that. He was a big part of my life and you know that I told you that,” he nods. “Again, what does Sebastian have to do with this?” following up his concern. “Seb… Punched Henry when he saw us. He thought ‘twas something more, you know and I thought he was just being protective. His action really upset me, and my emotions were all over with, we shouted at each other, I kept asking what his problem is,” taking a deep breath before finally turning your eyes to glance at Chris’, “‘n he told me that he was in love with me.” Of course, he was. Chris already had an intuition about this, however, he didn’t realise that hearing those words coming out of your mouth will make him this mad. Chris tried to stand up but he wasn’t able to do so successfully as you pulled his arm, “talk to me, baby, please?” “I will, just… give me some time. Okay?”
Chris went out and sat on his balcony. Your tears start to fall, sucks being in the middle of a possible dispute to go with your boyfriend and boy friend. A notification popped on your phone.
Chubby Dumping
You okay? What happened?
You shut your eyes close, not wanting to deal with this at the moment. The silence going on with Chris and you was something you couldn’t handle, it was stressing you too much. Not wanting to cause any disturbance of Chris’ alone time, you went on and walked through his bedroom and got yourself a shirt of his to wear for bedtime. You figured he might want to be alone the rest of the night, so you proceeded to get unready. The whole day tired you lots, mentally, physically, emotionally.
The cold water running down your body immediately helped you to relax, ‘n somehow released the tension your body was having. You press your palm on the tile as the other goes to brush and press water off of your hair.
Chris turned sideways as he heard the sound of water flowing from his bathroom, he looked at the time from his watch and realized he has been keeping you waiting for him too long. He sighed and cracked his knuckles before standing up and going back into his living area, locking the balcony doors. His hands falling on his waists, breathing heavily. At this moment, he was feeling all things at once. As much as he wanted to give himself more peace and quiet, he wanted to hear you screaming loud about who you fucking belong to. He took off his jacket and hooked it over his coat hook. He stripped his clothing and put it in the hamper except for his boxers.
He didn’t even bother to knock upon entering the bathroom. His eyes immediately fell on your naked body. Chris felt his cock go hard just by the sight of your body alone. He closed the door with a bit of an impact so you’d know he was there. Hearing the loud sound all of a sudden made you drop the soap you were holding, “M’god Chris, you scared the shit out of me,” “Good.” He walked toward the tub shower, sliding the door open to join you. Chris picked up the soap you dropped, you turned around to face him but he stopped you. “What-” your breath hitched as his arm brushed against yours while he reached for the loofah. Brows furrowed, you continued to analyze what he was doing, confused why he wasn’t speaking yet he was here to join you. When he lathered enough soap over the loofah, he started brushing them on your back, you hum, feeling relaxed. He put his free hand on your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. Your bareback being in contact with his well-sculpted chest makes your breaths unstable. He loved seeing you like this. Seeing your body react with his touch. Chris continued to softly brush the loofah onto your body, down to your arms then soothingly up your chest.
Chris dropped the loofah and replaced it with his hands. His palms stroking both ends of your arms, making you hum with the sensation. He grabbed the ends of your hair and squeezed it dry, placing it over one side of your neck. His lips going down to smother the blades of your shoulders with kisses. Growing impatient you tried turning around to face him, but Chris didn’t allow you to face him just yet. “Don’t move,” you instinctively gulped hearing his command. “O-okay,” “Does he know about us?” he queries. “Huh?” your brain getting all fogged up by Chris’ presence. “Sebastian. Does he know about us?” His hand went on to massage your breasts, making you whimper in an instant, “answer me, Y/N” he reiterated. Unknowingly that he was in sight of half of your face, you rolled your eyes as you were annoyed that his hands weren’t in the places you wanted them to be. “Did you just roll your eyes at me?” startled by his words, you turn your head sideways to look at him, “Well I,” Chris wasn’t interested to hear your reasoning, “huh. You’re getting me all riled up,” your lips parted big when Chris opened the sliding door of his tub shower and left, what the hell?
Annoyed. Is an understatement when Chris left you dumbfounded in the shower, you shook your head and went on to finish cleaning up. But little did you know, he only went out to get what he wanted to use for you. “Hands,” your body jolts in hearing yet again Chris’ unexpected voice. “Hands?” your body rotates, facing him confounded. “Hands.Give me your hands,” you looked down as you heard chains dangle, your eyes blowing with lust as you saw him holding a cuff. “Chris, why d’you have a cuff?” “dunno why you even have to ask that.” he let out a laugh filled with sarcasm, eyes meeting yours, “y…you wanna cuff me?” his brows quickly raised and relaxed, answering your question. Not knowing what to say or do, you stood still like a student standing up without knowledge of the question asked. “D’you not want me to?” I want you to. Unable to express yourself through words, you went on and shook your head. Motion answering that you wanted to be cuffed by him. “That’s what I thought,” Chris grabbed both of your wrists using one hand as the other proceeded to turn your body around, being under the showerhead. He was still holding your wrists, bringing them up closer to the middle bar. When he finally reached the height he wanted to lock your hands on, he finally tightened and locked the cuff. Your ass, facing him. “You’ve been a really bad girl for me tonight,” a loud sound left your mouth as he hit your ass hard. “Gahd, what makes you think I’ll be fine with your ex-boyfriend hugging you,” “even got a close friend of mine wrapped around your fingers,” again.He hit your ass so loud you heard an echo in the bathroom. You bit your lip to muffle your moans, “did I ask you to stay silent for me, baby?” your head immediately shaking side to side. “Be as loud as you want, no one will hear you anyway, just me and you darling,” Chris assures you.
He straightened your body up, once again pulling your bareback to be of contact to his chest, his hands traveling from your abdomen to your breasts.You rest your head over his shoulder, closing your eyes, just feeling his hands take over your body. His fingers toyed with your piercing nipples, making you moan loud as arousal fills your core. “Hmm, does my good girl like daddy playing with her nipples?” fucking daddy. You swore to yourself you were about to faint hearing him address himself like that. “Mmhm, yeah” he grins, hearing you be at loss for words while he pleases your needy tits. “Look at how my hands perfectly cup your breasts, baby” you open your eyes to look at his hands wrapping your jugs. Oh, what a good sight that is. You thought. Just as you assumed that he would take his time giving attention to both of your breasts, his other hand went further down your stomach, reaching through your folds. “Goddamn, baby you’re fucking soaked,” your lips parting, relishing how good his fingers feel while spreading your wetness. “Tell me, sweethah’t, who do you belong to?” without a doubt, “you, Chris.”
“That’s right, this pretty cunt only belongs to me. Nobody else’s,” all you can do is nod as he increases the speed and adds more pressure to your needing slit. “C-Chris, mm-feel’s so good,” “yeah? You like when my fingers fuck you?” oh, he knows you do. He just wanted to hear it coming from you, “I love when your fingers fuck me, Chris.” you boldly stated, making his cock twitch. Your ass feeling his erection, “can feel daddy’s cock getting hard, wanna please you bad, please” as much as he wants to feel your lips wrapped around his aching shaft. He didn’t want to give you the satisfaction of doing so, knowing damn well you were surrounded by men who wanted you to be theirs. He only wanted to claim you, be inside you. “Not gonna happen,” making your face be embedded with vexation. “Daddy why, ‘m so wet for you,” Chris used everything in his power to not be tempted on giving in. Hearing you say that you were wet for him only made him want to fuck the brains out of you more. Not that, it wasn’t his plan. You grind your ass on his continuously growing erection, needing to feel him. But Chris had other plans in mind.
His fingers continued to pleasure you, going slowly and suddenly increasing the speed. The pattern went on bringing you to the edge. “F-fuck,” “‘m so close daddy, your fingers feel so good,” knowing you’re about to cum, Chris increased the speed more. The sound of your pussy being finger fucked covering the entire room is making your brain feel fuzzy. When you were just about to release, Chris slowed down his fingers and said, “you’re only going to cum when I allow you, that clear?” your knees feeling weak, you were truly trying your best not to cum, “how many times do I have to tell you to answer me? Guess you really don’t want to cum that much,” you shake your head and placed your hand to the side of his arm fingering you, “I do, I do want to cum, I-I want to cum, Chris,” your legs were going weak. Chris felt that too, however, he continued to edge you. He wanted to make you believe that he can withstand your wishes. But the more he pleases you the more he craves what it feels like to be inside you. He removed the hand he was toying your nipple with and went down to jerk off. “Chris, please, let me do that for you, mm’wanna taste you so much,” hell does he want for you to taste him that much too. But he couldn’t give you that time any longer, he was nearing his release too.
“Wanna taste me so much, huh?” “Yes, please,”without a warning, Chris slammed himself right into you. “There we go, y’feelin’ me deep inside you, baby? Feelin’ me fuck you like no one else can?” you can only answer him with moans and whimpers. “Chris- I, fuckkk, you’re so big daddy, filling me up so well” “yeah?” Chris intensified his thrust, your skins slapping so much you just know some part of your body’s gonna get bruised. “Tell me who you belong to again,” he asks as he pounds you further. “You Chris, ‘m yours. Only yours,” he moaned loudly, hearing your acceptance of his claim. That you were only his, as he was of yours. “Wanna watch you milk my cock with your cum,” his head moved over to suck your nipples, him moaning as he sucked your tit.
“Fuck, I wanna put a baby in you, Y/N. Wanna see you carrying my child, people knowing that you’re carrying what’s mine,” his eyes widened as he didn’t realize he was thinking out loud. Lightly panicking that you may think of him weirdly, his breathing stopped for a second. But you looked down at him, face all flushed, looking beautiful as ever, chest heaving, struggling to control your breathing, “please uncuff me,” “and put a baby in me.”
⤿ 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.
Summary: Imani is tired of Sebastian’s shit. He doesn’t understand that if he doesn’t act right, she won’t be in the picture long.
A/N: I’ve been going through something and y'all bare with me.
“Sebastian?” Imani walked into his modern apartment. The couple has had their on and off moments and right now it’s really rocky for them.
“In my room!” He replied while she sat her keys down the kitchen countertop. She is 7 months pregnant with his son so she waddled all the way to his room. The problems they faced were he was always either texting another girl, liking their photos, or interacting with them in some way. Sebastian loves Imani but can’t get out of his old ways.
This is why their co-parenting but as of right now trying to fix their relationship. “Where you going?” Imani sat on his bed, taking off her sandals. Sebastian was just in his pants placing his shirt on the bed while he went to brush his teeth and etc.
“I have a couple of interviews today but I won’t be out all day. Maybe we could go on a date once I’m finished?”
Imani felt her face getting hot,“ Yes that sounds good.” Even though all their problems, he still had an effect on her.
“Anthony should be here in any minute.” He said walking into his bathroom. Imani nodded, getting comfortable on the bed. Sitting there for a couple for a second, rubbing her belly, his phone buzzed on the nightstand.
“I don’t want to be stressed for the next couple of days.” She mumbled trying to ignore it but it buzzed again grabbing her attention. Imani bit her lip, giving in to her suspicion,b and picked up Sebastian’s phone.
Holli- I miss you so much, baby.
Holli- Are you still coming over after your interview? Just hang out with Imeri next time.
It was the first two messages shown on the notification screen. Tears welled in Imani’s eyes because it was too good to be true. Using her face I.D. to get in. More fell as she read the countless texts between Sebastian and Ms.Holli.
Sebastian walked out of the bathroom seeing Imani holding his phone. He knew he was fucked. “Imani…”
“Yeah just hang out with Imeri next.” Imani gave a dry laugh wiping her tears. “I knew this shit was too good to be true.”
“She doesn’t mean anything to me, Imani.” Sebastian tries with her but she wasn’t listening.
“You don’t even have to lie Sebastian. We’re never going to fix what we have because you’re stuck in your old ways!” She cried struggling to put on her sandals since her bump was in the way. “Ugh, I can’t get this stupid shoe on!”
“Imani I’m sorry okay? I wasn’t thinking.” Sebastian reasons with her trying to take the shoe but she snatches away.
To him, texting other females never bothered him because no one has ever corrected him in the past. He has no self-control and doesn’t know it. But seeing Imani heartbroken over him tore him to pieces, he hates seeing her cry. “I’m so sorry.”
“You don’t mean it, Sebastian! This is all lies because once I accept it, you only be the perfect boyfriend for two days then you right back to being a hoe. I’m tired.” Imani gets out the bed, heading down the hallway. Sebastian grabs her hand to keep her from leaving. He doesn’t want Imani out of his life, she means everything to him plus she carries his son.
“Imani I’m sorry baby. I’m really in love with you and with all the strength in my body, I will do better for you.”
“Sebastian you don’t mean it. Let’s face it, this relationship is a mistake. Hell, I’m not even your type.”
“What the hell Imani, you are my type! Imani stops pushing me away. I know I need to work on myself but I also need you in my life too. You complete me.” Sebastian pulled her into his arms, feeling her stomach against him.
She completely broke down, “What…What did I do to deserve this??” Imani clutched onto Sebastian’s shirt. He closed his eyes placing his chin on top of her forehead. He just held her while she cried.
“Imani I’m going to be a better man for you and for our son. I promise.”
“Sebastian we can’t be together.” Imani pulled back from the hug, wiping her tears. Seb looked at her in disbelief.
“What? No!, Imani, I’m sorry I fucked up okay? Imani…” His face turned red from panic. She kissed his cheek, then walked out of his apartment. Out his life.
He just lost his future wife and son.
Sebastian now knew that his actions definitely had consequences.
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Okay so it’s something short but like I said I’ve been going through shit plus having baby fever so why not put those two together!
This was something just to take my mind off it.
If it’s corny, my bad, and plus I didn’t feel like repeatedly writing the word Y/N so I used an actual name.
Plus it’s probably gone be a while before I write something else. I move into college next weekend.
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”
You are the newest recruit for the Avengers. Your room is right next to the Winter Soldier, and since being here you are awaken by the sound of Bucky restless after his nightmares. One night you decide to go in to check if he’s okay, and your relationship transforms in a way you never thought possible.
—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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I’m so horny for his silverfox era… shsjhssgg
“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.
