there needs to be a gif set of just the weird shit from this movie

Just Acting, right?

Summary: The reader has to shoot a scene with Sebastian, which would be easy if it weren’t for the fact that she has a huge crush on him. The sexual nature of the scene doesn’t help either…or does it?

Word Count: 1622

Authors note: I’ve loved this idea from the second it popped into my head! It’s so weird to actually write the actors and not the characters HAHA, let me know what you think! ( THIS DOESN’T GO WITH THE PLOT OF THE MOVIES, DON’T KILL ME)…..P.s I keep falling deeper and deeper in love with Seb…HELP

This was going to be the hardest day on set, no pun intended. Today was the day where you were going to shot the closest thing to a sex scene, and with no one other than Sebastian Stan.

You’d be filming a scene where your character attempts to torture Bucky, but Bucky escapes. Your character was going to be a real villain, which was the opposite of your actual personality.

As an actor you’d starred in a couple big blockbuster films, and you were actually really close with Chris Evans. You’d done the classic “rom com” together a couple times.

Chris was teasing you from the second you walked on set, “Ready for the big day?”. You rolled your eyes and gave him your best bitch face. He laughed, “Come on, don’t tell me you’re nervous?”.

How could you not be nervous? Sebastian Stan was one of the most beautiful people on the planet, not to mention how down to earth he was. Chris raised an eyebrow and you knew you’d have to say something to stop his train of thought.

Smiling you said, “Yes I’m nervous…you know how awkward these scenes are!”. Chris had seemed like he was going to say something, but decided to drop it. Smiling he said, “But Seb’s an angel, you’ll be in good hands”.

You laughed watching the smirk form upon his lips, “Nice one, good to know you’re not just a pretty face”. Chris laughed loudly, doing the left boob grab. You heard the two minute warning, and felt the butterflies in your stomach.

Chris got sincere, “Odds are he’s just as nervous, but don’t sweat it okay? I mean we’ve done some pretty cliche things, and we’re fine!”.

Jokingly you said, “Sure you’re not in love with me?”. He rolled his eyes, but started to laugh again. He did have a point, you’d shot scenes like this before. You just needed to relax.

You heard the voice again which meant you had to make your way to hair and makeup. Chris winked, “I’ll catch up with you later (y/n)”. You said goodbye and continued with your day.

Your character was in an all black bodysuit, with red accents. For hair, you’d been given loose curls. Your makeup was a smokey black eye and red lip to match, you couldn’t look more evil.

After what seemed like forever, you finally made your way to the set. There stood Sebastian in his Bucky gear, talking to Chris and Anthony. Chris whistled when he saw you, “Oh this is fantastic”.

You raised an eyebrow, “What are you two doing here, you don’t have to film until later”. They couldn’t wipe the smirks off their faces. Anthony laughed, “And miss this? No way (y/n)”.

Finally Sebastian spoke up, “Ignore them, you do look amazing”. Anthony turned to Chris as he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. You looked to Sebastian, “Thank you, I don’t know how you guys wear suits like this all the time”.

Anthony laughed again, “We don’t look that good while wearing them..you’re about to give Black Widow a run for her money”. You all laughed, and you did a small spin. Chris clapped loudly, while Sebastian stood there smiling.

Chris added, “So kiddos, how are we feeling?”. He was of course talking to you and Sebastian. Seb laughed, “This beats having to run around firing fake guns and dodging bullets”. You smiled, “Beats having to say all that mushy gushy shit to you Chris”.

Anthony whistled and Chris pretended to be upset, “Hey, that was from the heart”. Chris was kidding, but it felt good to laugh and shake away your nerves. The final call was said, and it was now go time.

Bucky would be strapped down to a chair in your makeshift hydra base. Before he got into his position Seb smiled to you, “Don’t worry, just let the scene take over”. You smiled back, and got into character.

You walked around the chair, before leaning over the back of it. Whispering into his ear you asked, “Ready to comply, or do you need Steve here for that?”. His voice was muffled from the gag in his mouth, now was the hard part.

Walking to the front of the chair you straddled him, “Come on Buck”. This was the part where Bucky would break free from the constraints, but Seb struggled with them. You decided to improv, scared to ruin a good take.

You smirked and lifted his chin up, “I’m starting to think you like this position”. There was a pause as Bucky just looked up to you, and you heard the director start to crack up laughing. Loudly he said, “That was amazing (y/n), keep that in”.

Anthony playfully yelled, “Cut the check” and you got up from Sebastian and laughed with them. You took the gag out of his mouth, and he started to laugh too, “That was perfect”.

There was a weird look in his eyes, but you ignored it. You figured it was just from the rush of getting into character.

A set man came over to lossen the bindings so Seb would actually be able to break them. Chris joked, “Don’t skip arm day next time Stan”. Sebastian just looked to you with a huge smile on his face.

You joked back, “Not everyone has styrofoam logs to rip Chris”. Sebastian gripped your shoulder as he laughed, and you felt butterflies in your stomach. Before Chris could respond the director called, “Action”.

You went back to straddling him, and he was grunting underneath you while trying to “break free”. Laughing dryly you said, “Come on soldier, you’re not even putting up a fight! Maybe if your precious Steve-”.

The constraints were broken, and Sebastian pushed you backward. He had you pressed against the nearest wall, his metal arm around your throat. Your character didn’t gasp or struggle.

Through heavy breaths you said, “That’s more like it”. Smirking you looked up to a very angry Bucky.  He looked down at you with gritted teeth, “You’re twisted”. With ease you pushed him back.

With your “alien” powers you had him on his knees, gasping for air. Sebastian held onto his throat pretending to gasp for air. With a hand on your hip you said, “That metal arm is really starting to grow on me”.

You were smirking like a madman, “Makes a girl start to think all type of things-”. By now you were standing above him, and he was looking up at you with anger in his eyes.

You fake pouted, “Come on, isn’t this fun?”. He was gasping for air still, unable to speak. You rolled your eyes, “Fine speak”. He caught his breath, the anger inside of him still boiling.

Once again the director yelled “cut” and within seconds you returned to your normal selves. You helped Sebastian up and he looked all too excited. He shook his head, “You’re incredible”.

You blushed, “Thank you…this character is really something else”. You felt someone pat you on the back and turned around to see Chris. Smirking he said, “She’s fucking hot..that’s what she is!”.

Anthony joined in, “I thought I saw Seb blushing underneath all that makeup”. Sebastian rolled his eyes, but didn’t deny it. Laughing you said, “Aw Mackie, at least try to hide your jealousy”. Sebastian laughed loudly at your comment.

Chris rested a hand on Anthony’s shoulder, “Alright, we have like two minutes until we need to be in hair and makeup”. The boys said their goodbyes, living you and Sebastian alone.

Smiling you said, “I’m going to go get some air before the call us back on to finish up”. You started to walk away and then heard him call out your name. Seb followed you, “I need some air too, mind if I join?”.

You shook your head no and together you walked out. When you were finally alone he said, “You’re really talented you know? I mean I’ve seen the movies you’ve done with Chris..and they’re the opposite of what you just did”.

Laughing you turned to him, “So you’re a fan?”. His smirk grew while he looked at you. Biting his lip he said, “How could I not be?”. As he looked at you, the butterflies came back.

Trying to play it cool you said, “Yeah I’ve never done something like this…I can’t believe how sexual that was” you started to laugh again. Sebastian caught onto your blush, “Hey, I’m not complaining”.

You raised an eyebrow and he continued, “I’m being serious, I bet the chemistry between us was obvious on screen”. 

You wanted to melt, the chemistry. Biting your lip you said, “Are you flirting with ( your character’s name) or me?”.

Sebastian laughed, “I’m flirting with you (y/n), would you like to go out sometime?”. You heard the call for you both to return to set. Playfully you said, “What a shame, I was hoping you’d bring along the metal arm”.

He bit his lip, a laugh escaping. You smiled, “I’m free later tonight”. You both started to make your way back. Sebastian smirked, “I think that gives me enough time to sneak the arm off set”.

When you returned to the set you saw Chris and Anthony all suited up. Mackie joked, “What’s got you both so happy?”. You looked to Sebastian unsure of what to say. Chris knew you too well, “Stan totally just asked her out”.

Sebastian looked to you and then back at them. He winked at you, “Jealousy’s an ugly trait boys”. Before anyone could say anything the scene began.

To be honest, Sebastian couldn’t believe that you’d said yes. If it weren’t for Chris telling him to “just go for it man” he would’ve been too nervous to ask. He’d meant everything he’d said, he thought you were incredible.

Imagine going over Sebastian’s head. (Part B)

A/N: Here’s Part 5B 😋 Yay! I think this is as good a place to end as any, but let me know if you need an epilogue. If not, I’ll be back to working on Chapter 7 of the mini series (the series as a whole is called Fated, if you don’t know yet.) You can read the previous parts here: (Just Friends: Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5A)

“Sebastian Stan,” Elliot called Sebastian using his authoritative tone; Sebastian immediately tore his gaze from you and Chris making your way outside. “We need to talk.” Elliot told him and he pressed his lips together, walking into the doorway. “Are you just going to stand there awkwardly, or are you going to join me for a drink?”

“A drink would be nice,” Sebastian nodded. He watched and waited until Elliot got to his feet and walked over to the bar before he joined his side. “I don’t know what Kiddy told you, but I’m just trying to w-”

“Watch out for her,” Elliot finished for Sebastian as he poured him glass of his finest scotch. “I know, Seb, that’s all you ever do. I’m not going to yell at you so you can relax. Here,” he slid the glass across the smooth oak surface to Sebastian, who took it and downed it. “I know what you’re trying to do. I understand how stressful things are for you with her in the same industry, you’ve seen it all and you don’t want her to go through what you have. You’re trying to protect her and it is very admirable.”

“Why do I feel like there’s a ‘but’ coming?”

“But,” Elliot confirmed Sebastian’s suspicion with a chuckle. “You can’t protect her from everything. That’s not how Hollywood works, and it is sure as hell not how life works.” Sebastian lowered his gaze, swaying his glass left and right. “Whether or not Y/N waits to date Chris, she’s going to be judged and criticized. She gets judged and criticized for being your sister, Sebastian. So if you didn’t have to separate yourself from her, why are you making Chris? And don’t say 'it’s not the same’, because it is. One can’t choose who their family is, nor can they choose who they fall in-love with.”

“I know,” Sebastian sighed.

“I know you know, what I want to know is what your problem is.” Elliot poured another 30mL for Sebastian. “Because it’s not her career you’re worried about, you and I both know she’s far too talented to let a little dating scandal ruin her. And it’s not like it would come as a complete shock to the world to hear that they’re dating. They’ve been friends for seven years and it is very obvious they have feelings for each other, they’re not particularly shy when it comes to boasting about how amazing the other is. Look at all the magazines and all the fans on all the social media platforms, they have speculating about their relationship since you brought her onto that set seven years ago.” Sebastian stared at the liquid in his glass; he’d forgotten how well Elliot understood him and Y/N, nothing fooled him. “He’s a good guy, Sebastian.” Elliot said before Sebastian could answer his question. “He’s not going to break her heart.”

“How do you know?” Sebastian finally spoke. “Don’t you think I know Chris is a good guy? He is one of the best people I know, but that doesn’t mean he won’t make mistakes or fall out of love with someone.” It was Elliot’s turn to sigh. “I know how happy she is when she’s around him. I know they’re perfect for each other. I know they could have something amazing and everlasting. I know all this, Pappy, but- how do I know for sure? If I let her dive into this thing head first and she gets hurt, it’s on me. I was the one who introduced them, I was the one who let them become friends, I was the one who-” Sebastian cut himself off with a sigh. “I just don’t want her to get her heart broken by him because he is different, she won’t recover from this one.”

“Did you even hear what you just said?” Elliot asked and Sebastian felt another huff of air escape his throat. “You just said he’s different, and he is. You wouldn’t call him your friend if he wasn’t, and you definitely wouldn’t have introduced them if you didn’t he was worthy.”

“I know,” Sebastian nodded then took a sip of his drink, letting the alcohol sit and burn his throat.

Of course Sebastian knew Elliot was right, he knew he was wrong from the moment he told Chris to shove his feelings somewhere no one would find. He’d ignored the better part of himself when he made all those terrible decisions because he wasn’t ready. You and Chris might’ve been, but he wasn’t which was why he tried to convince the two of you to wait until after the movie wrapped. If he had those six months to wrap his head around the possibility of his baby sister and his best friend together then maybe he wouldn’t be so worried. He realized he’d approached the whole situation poorly, even if he’d done so with good intentions. He saw now that he should’ve talked to you, or Chris, then maybe neither would have gotten unnecessarily hurt by his actions.

“I know you’re worried, but you don’t have anything to worry about,” Elliot assured him. “Chris is not going to hurt her, not now and not ever,” he asserted. “The boy left her apartment after you told him to over the phone, he could’ve stayed but he didn’t because he respects both of you.” Sebastian nodded in acknowledgment. “And let’s not forget the fact that he’s remained single and uninterested in any other woman since he told your sister he likes her. Now if that doesn’t tell you what kind of guy he is, surely your seven friendship can.”

“I’m going to have to apologize, aren’t I?”

“I think letting them date will be apology enough.”


• • • • • • • •


You and Chris sat outside on the porch swing you loved so much; when you spent summers at Elliot’s, you’d sit out there and have rose tea with him every afternoon. Neither you nor Chris said anything for a while, you just sat and swung with your fingers intertwined. It’d been a while since the two of you were alone together, and while you had a lot to tell the other- you didn’t know how or where to start. It wasn’t awkward, but it felt like the beginning.

“I’m sorry,” you both said simultaneously then laughed. “I’m sorry for my brother,” you told him. He shook his head, informing you there was no apology needed there; he probably would’ve done the same thing if Shanna was involved. “What are you sorry for?” You asked with narrowed eyes. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Neither did Seb, he was just being a brother.” Chris said and you felt your heart sink; he was right, but you didn’t think he’d defend and justify Sebastian’s actions. You didn’t know where the conversation was going to go after that, you were slightly worried. “He may have overstepped a little, but I understand why he did what he did.” You pulled your hand away from his and locked fingers with your own instead. “I know what I’m saying is not what you expected me to, but I’m a brother too and I am as protective of my siblings as he is of you.”

“Does this mean you’re sorry you fell in-love with me?”

“What, no,” he shook his head with a deep frown. “Y/N-” he chuckled softly, wrapping his hand over your wrist. “I have no regrets here. Even with all the shit that’s gone down in the past week, you are still the one I want to be with or-” confusion contorted his expression as he corrected himself, “fight to be with.” You both chuckled at that. “I’m sorry for acting weird, but I said all that because I don’t want our relationship to get in the way of yours and Seb’s. He’s your brother, family should always come first.”

“I know that,” you nodded. “I don’t want to get in the way of yours and Seb’s friendship either.” Chris managed a small smile, giving your wrist a light squeeze before pulling his hand away. “This is hard,” you sighed and he nodded. “I know we can’t be together right now, but can we at least go back to being friends? Like- proper friends and not whatever we were during the week?”

“Yes,” he smiled, “we’ll be proper friends again. Elliot even promised me he’ll get my job as your chauffeur back.” You bit back your smile as you tried not to laugh. “You have no idea how much the working week sucked for me.”

“If it was as much as it sucked for me,” you both laughed as you nodded, “I do.” Your smile faltered slightly when you reached for his hand, giving it a light squeeze. “Are you sure about me, Chris?” You asked and Chris felt his eyes narrow at your question. “You’ve been dying to get married and have kids for as long as I have known you. I don’t want you to wait for me, then date me for a little while and realize I’m not the girl for you. I know I’m being ridiculously futurists, but I just don’t want you to waste your time with another number.”

“You’re not another number,” he assured you with a shake of his head. “Believe me, you are the one. I’ve known you for seven years and in that seven years, I have fallen deeper and deeper in-love with you. I am sure about this, about us,” he squeezed your hand. “You don’t have to worry about me falling out of love because I won’t ever. You are seared into my heart and my soul, you are not going anywhere and neither am I.” He got off the swing and reached into his back pocket, descending onto one knee in front of you. “I um-”

“Are you insane?” You pulled your hands from his and he laughed. “We haven’t even kissed, there is no way-” He pressed his hand against your mouth and you mumbled against his hand, “we are getting engaged. I’m serious,” you pulled his hand from your lips, “get up.”

“I’m not proposing, you idiot,” he chuckled, opening the box to reveal a sterling silver elephant ring. “Elephants are said to have a memory like no other, so I thought the ring was fitting for the promise I’m going to make you.” He pulled the ring from the box and took your right hand in his. “I promise I’m always going to remember the love I feel for you. Whether or not we get together today, tomorrow, in six months, or a year.” He slid the ring onto your finger and you smiled. “You are always going to have my heart, Miss Stan.”

“Would you say that while we’re in Pappy’s house, we’re in a no firing line?” You asked, helping him off his knee and back sitting down next to you. He looked confused by your sentence, so you elaborated, “like we can do whatever we want and not get in trouble?” You wet your lips and Chris caught your drift, grinning. “'Cause Pappy’s house is basically Switzerland, he’s going to get us immunity for anything we do.”

“Well then,” he caressed your face with one hand, slowly leaning in. “If we have immunity, I don’t see why not.” You giggled softly, your own hand finding a place on his neck. But once again, just as your lips brushed-

“Fuck,” Sebastian cussed, wincing when he realized he had the worst timing. You and Chris drew away from each other, clearing your throats awkwardly. “I didn’t- I’m sorry, it was honestly just bad timing.” He held his hands up in surrender when you shot him a dirty look. “I came out here to tell the two of you that you’re fine to start dating whenever.”

“What?” A shocked question in unison.

“Don’t act so surprise, Y/N. Like you didn’t know you were going to walk out of here as Chris Evans’ girlfriend,” Sebastian bit playfully and you stifled a chuckle. “Pappy talked to me and- I’m sorry for the way I’ve treated the both of you. I was worried and- I made some bad decisions.” You both pursed your lips and nodded. “Okay, I get it. Now go make out and be a couple, just- don’t do it in front of me for a while. I might need some time to wrap my head around this.”

“Hey Sebba?” You called as he turned to return inside; he looked back with raised brows. “Thank you,” you told him and he smiled.

“Yeah,” Chris smiled at him, “thank you.”

“Hurt my sister and I will kill you with my bare hands.”

“I know,” Chris nodded and you laughed as Sebastian returned inside to give the two of you some alone time. “Well, can’t say I expected to walk out of here as Y/N Stan’s boyfriend.” You chuckled, shuffling closer to him. “But I am very, very excited to.” He rested one hand on your waist and the other on your neck, thumb gently stroking your jawline. “Dinner at the boardwalk tonight?” He asked when his lips were inches away from yours.

“I’d rather pizza and a six pack at my place,” you whispered then met his lips.

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Unfaithful : Part 27

Summary :
In the Pre-apocalypse , you went to your aunt Lucille’s house in Virginia to spend the summer there, but you fell in love with her husband Negan .

**drama - romance - angst- smut - betrayal**

Pairing : Negan x Female Reader OC.

Dedicated to @negansmainwife

Warnings : so I won’t give spoilers, every chapter could contain mention of blood, death, gore, smut etc… not to mention Negan’s filthy mouth

Note:

This fic is about betrayal or adultery, call it what you want, please if you feel triggered about such thing don’t read. If not , you can be wether team y/n or team Lucille. LOL

Previous chapters :

https://negansslowlyburn.tumblr.com/post/159839481553/unfaithful

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You put you ear against the wooden door to listen for any near movement on the other side, you heard noises and screams coming from distance.
You dropped to one knee and peeked through the keyhole, still there was nothing to spot.

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Anonymous said:
Can you make a Nate imagine (dirty) where he is your best friend and you hang out and some and end up having rough sex after he confesses his fantasies about you and him dating and fucking? Thanks ily 💘

Warning this is my first actual smut on here &I I wrote this at like 3:30 in the morning last night, so I apologize in advance if it sucks but hey I tried 😇.

Sexual Vibes

Lately my bestfriend, Nate, has been acting pretty weird if you ask me. I’ve been trying to hang out with him for the past month and all I get is excuse after excuse as to why he can’t hang when he dam well knows he’s not doing anything except kicking it back smoking blunt after blunt. After so many tries I convinced him to finally hang out with me and I’m gonna get to the bottom of why he really hasn’t been answering my requests to see him. I walked into the fancy decorated elevator headed straight to Nate’s apartment, I was wearing some black joggers with a black crop top and some black shoes. I got out the elevator and knocked on the door, I heard fumbling and him take a deep breath before he opened “hey kid” I said smiling and pulling him in for a hug, his arms wrapped around me tight but a protective kind of tight. We pulled apart and he flashed me his million dollar smile. “So what’s the plan for today?” I asked throwing myself down “I got everything we need here and even got some movies” he smiled slightly avoiding eye contact, something made me want to ask him why he’s so nervous but i barley got here gotta give it some time then ease into some questions. He brought in our favorite snacks and set the movie “what are we watching” “fifty shades of grey” I nearly chocked on my spit “why?” “I don’t know, I heard it’s a good movie, full of all that sappy shit you like, so I just decided to get it” he said sitting in the opposite sofa across from me. I don’t think he realizes what fifty shades of grey really is about. Should I tell him, should I not? Yes, No, Yes, No, Yes “Nate…” “Hmp?” He said throwing his head up like a little kid “thanks” I smiled, guess we are going with no. He relaxed in the chair “why are you over there come here” I said patting the seat next to me with a blanket. He rubbed his hand in his hair before dragging his feet over to me. He sat down eating some chips before leaning back. I threw the cover over us and put my feet on his. It was towards the first sex scene when I decided to record his reaction, I quickly opened snapchat and the scene started at first he was calm and quiet but as soon as the sex started he freaked out, I laughed while recording him as he jumped up trying to shut the tv off “okay let’s not watch that” he nervously laughed as I ended the video. I bawled out in laughter as he sat in the same sofa he sat in the beginning, I got ticked off and decided to confront him.

“Whats wrong with you?” I asked sitting Indian style “what do you mean?” He said avoiding eye contact “there you go again! Stop avoiding eye contact and look at me dammit, I’m your bestfriend” he took a slight breath “that’s the thing….” He chuckled a bit, kinda psychotic if you ask me “what do YOU mean?” I asked furrowing my brows “ that’s all your gonna ever be my best fucking friend” “what are you trying to say?” He took a long breath this time “ I” “you” “I -I.” “Spit it out Nathan!” “I fucking love you” I sat there processing what he just said. “ I fucking love you dammit!….. I love everything about you, your smile, your body, your eyes, the way you bite your cheeks when you get nervous. Every fucking thing” I just looked at him watching his movements. “At first I thought it was a stupid feeling you know like that feeling when I see a fresh bag of weed, I get excited and once it’s gone it’s kinda like oh let’s cop a new bag” he fumbled his hands, I just nodded “but time passed and it wasn’t just a feeling, I found myself falling for you and needing your opinion on everything, I got jealous seeing you on guys that wasn’t me and dammit I found myself yearning for your approval! I put myself in denial, nah it couldn’t be love, it’s just a crush. I told myself sun up to sun down… But then the dreams happened” “dreams?” I asked tilting my head “I mean I’m already in too deep so this isn’t gonna really do shit” he laughed “ a while back I started having these dreams, dreams of us being together and doing other things…. I had dreams I was holding your hand, taking you places and even smoking blunts with you… I also had dreams I was fucking the shit out of you, dreams I was fucking you everywhere, dreams you were moaning and screaming my name, dreams of you not being so innocent and dreams that you would feel some type of way under my touch.” He looked at me looking for a reaction but I couldn’t offer anything “I wanna be able to do shit to you, shit that only we know about, I wanna be able to fuck you whenever and where ever I want to. But I don’t know how you feel and that’s what made me push you away, the more I saw you the more I fell and the more dreams I had. I didn’t know how you felt so why put myself through this if you don’t feel the same?” I leaned back in his chair. I didn’t know how to react, he just laid this all on the table without giving me a heads up. I don’t remember much that happened, I remember getting up and taking everything off except my bra and panties, I remember walking towards him as he looked at me in shock, I remember straddling him, I remember kissing him all over his jaw then moving to his lips. He didn’t know what to do he was shocked, I took both his hands and placed them on my ass, I kissed him hard and at first he didn’t but that changed. I was in control or so I thought. He lifted us up with my legs wrapped around his back, he took me to his room lying me on the bed slightly, he broke the kiss, kissing my jaw then my neck going down my tummy, he stood up removing his shirt and pants. I looked up glancing at how hard he was and knew this was gonna be one hell of a night.

He came back kissing me, he moved from my lips to my neck earning tons of moans, as he continued to suck on my sweet spot he slipped two fingers in my underwear, he teased me at first rubbing circles in my area that felt so amazing. I couldn’t help but moan louder squeezing my legs tighter with every circle he drew, I felt him smirk within my skin as he plunged a finger into me causing me to jerk forward, he plunged the second one into me as I held on to his shoulder wimping with amusement. He pulled me back down looking me in my eyes, watching my reaction and movements as he repeatedly pushed and pulled his fingers in and out slow then fast, I felt my eyes roll to the back of my head as my breaths became unsteady and quick. I pulled him by his neck about a inch away from my face looking him in his eyes, my facial expressions changing as I took breaths in, he smirked and plunged one last time into me sending my body into a mix of emotions, I layed back arching my back and he slowly pulled his fingers out of me. He yanked me by my hair and made me lick my juices off of him. He removed his boxers and I got up to go do my job when he stopped me “this isn’t about me it’s about you tonight” he layed me on my back teasing me tracing circles with his hard on by my entrance “fuck me” I begged and he listened, without any warning he plunged into me causing my back to involuntarily arch. “Fuck” he moaned as he quickened his pace, he leaned down pecking my lips. I removed my bra and he scanned my breasts, he took hold of one while slowing down his pace, after sometime he lifted me up placing my back along a wall. “I’m almost there” he said with a low raspy quick voice, I nodded my head as he entered me once again. Harder and harder he would go looking me straight in the eye to see how he was doing. I couldn’t describe the amount of pleasure I was getting if my life depended on it. I felt my back hit the wall and the silent room being filled with profanity, moans and skin slaps. He yanked my body off the wall placing his hands on my ass lifting me up and down his length fast as I moaned. His hair coming in his face blocking his eyes as he moaned and kissed my neck “I’m gonna cum” I moaned bouncing “together” he said yanking my hair. He took three final thrusts and on the final one my nails pierced his skin as I moaned slight profanities, his hands gripping my ass as he let out a manly moan while releasing inside me. He carried me still on his length and placed me on the bed,I climbed under the blankets as he layed across from me doing the same. We regained our breathing, I layed there thinking about the actions that just took place as he took my hand playing with our nails before saying something “ didn’t know you had that in you lil mama” “theres a lot you don’t know about me” I chuckled “can I be the only one to find out?” He asked “is this you asking me out? Because if so then yes” I said cuddling in his chest, he kissed my forehead and eventually we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

RUNNING OUT OF TIME

Sebastian Stan X Reader
Inspired by the song “Can’t stop drinking about you”- BeBe Rexha
Y/f/n- your friends name
Warnings: alcohol use, also language and depression, and attempted suicide. TRIGGER WARNING! PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU HAVE HAD SERIOUS ISSUES WITH ANY OF THE ABOVE WARNINGS! I’m here for anyone who needs to talk to me!

The bright New York city lights are blinding as you stumble back to your apartment. For the past month and a half this has been your routine. Go to the bar, order the strongest drink they have, and get drunk off your ass, before stumbling your way home. You never planned on becoming this person. You thought that you had left the depression in the past, but obviously you were wrong. You were happy. Happy with your life, and happy with him. It had been the best two years with Sebastian, that is, up until about four months ago. You both started to grow distant, one work schedule always conflicting with the other. Before you knew it, you were fighting with him every night. And then one day it was over. He was gone, and that’s when you fell back down the rabbit hole. You’d told Sebastian about your past with depression, but you never really told him just how serious it was.

He had no clue of your downward spiral towards your own impending doom. One of his close friends told him that they saw you out walking around the city with a new guy, but that friend was mistaken. Sebastian thought you were happy. Even though he missed you and wanted you back, he didn’t want to ruin your new found happiness. So he kept it to himself. If only he knew what was happening to you.

You wake up to the sound of your phone vibrating. You sit up to answer it when you feel your head start to pound: hangover. The phone goes to voicemail before you have the chance to pick it up. “Y/n, I’m getting worried. I’ve called you four times now and you still haven’t picked up, and let me not forget to mention that you were photographed last night by the paparazzi! Call me as soon as you get this!” Your best friends voice comes through the little speaker of the phone, causing your head to pound even more. You decide to get up and get some asprin, before calling your friend back. She picks up after three rings and the loudness of her voice makes you cringe in pain. “THANK GOODNESS! I thought you had died or something! Why didn’t you answer?” “Hangover” you grumble, laying back against your soft feather pillow. “Well then,“ your friend says, “I’ll take it that you haven’t seen the cover of People Magazine?” You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, not remembering any photographers from the night before. When you don’t respond she continues talking. “Yeah, the cover says, "Sebastian’s girl going off the deep end?” and let me just tell you it’s not a very pretty picture. Y/n, what’s going on? This isn’t like you.“ The concern in her voice is completely obvious. "Come over. I’ll tell you everything.”

About 30 minutes later there’s a knock on the door. Already knowing who it is, you open it letting y/f/n inside. She wastes no time grabbing your hand in hers and pulling you over to the couch. She sits down next to you and turns, looking at you and waiting for you to speak. You close your eyes and take a deep breath. "When Sebastian and I ended our relationship it came back.” She nodded, knowing what you meant when you said “it.” She was with you through your first episode of depression and every episode after that. “He was always there for me when I started feeling down. He was my rock and now,” you say struggling to hold in your tears, the pain beginning to seep through the cracks in the inner wall you’d worked so hard to put up. “now he’s gone. I managed to push away the one person who was willing to put up with all of my shit. All of my flaws, my bad habits, my unstable emotions, he accepted all of them. He accepted all of me, and I pushed him away.” A few stray tears manage to slip out, cascading down your cheeks. Y/F/N pulls you into her side, cradling your head in her lap, shushing you as you begin to cry. “Hey, it’s going to be okay. I promise that I wont let you fall. I’m here and I’m not leaving until you’re better. Come on now,” Y/F/N says, “ sit up. How about this. You go take a shower, and get all of this makeup from last night off of your face, and I will pick some movies, go get some pizza from your favorite little restraunt and snacks from the store, and then set up the living room. s'that sound good?” Nodding, you stand and walk down the hallway to your bedroom. You hear the apartment door shut letting you know that your friend had left to get the food. After getting a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants out of your dresser, you head into the bathroom shutting the door behind you.

You turn the shower on and sit on the bathroom floor with your back against the side of the bathtub as you wait for the water to heat up. Remembering what your friend had said earlier, you pull your phone out and go to the People’s Magazine website. When you see a photo of yourself pop up on the screen, you click on it and read the article. As you read, the blurry walk home starts to become clearer, and by the time you’ve reached the end of the article you remember almost all of what happened. At the bottom of the page there’s a video, and when you click on it you immediately regret it. "YN! Y/N! Where’s Sebastian?“ you hear one of the reporters call out to the drunken mess that was you on the small screen. Several other questions are being shouted at you as well, like "is it true Sebastian left you for Margarita?” or “is it true that you were pregnant with Sebastian’s child?” You see yourself trip, grabbing on to one of the men who was holding a camera in your face. You giggle drunkenly and tell the man sorry followed by an “oops. That was fucking weird!” Now that he had your attention, the reporter takes the opportunity to ask his questions. “Y/n, where's Sebastian? Why isn’t he with you? Are you still together?" You stop and wobble a little on your unsteady legs, before looking up and into the mans eyes. A drunken look of sadness appears on your flushed face, your makeup is smeared, and your eyes appear glossier than usual, while slurred mumbles leave your lips in an incoherent manner. "No,” video you says like a small child, “we aren’t together anymore.” The reporters get frantic at your revelation all shouting at you, wanting to know what happened. You responded to no one in particular, just letting word vomit escape your mouth. “We fought! I pushed him away. He was too good for me anyway. I really never understood why he chose me. I’m just a broken mess who destroys everything in its path. I’m glad he got out before I could destroy him too. He’s too good for me, and I was an idiot to ever believe that I could be fixed.” At that, you began stumbling away and the video ended. You lock your phone and stare blankly at the fogged up shower glass in front of you, praying that Sebastian hasn’t seen that video yet. Your mind goes into overdrive as you think about your secret being out there for the whole world to see, and judge. You think about the nasty comments that are probably blowing up your twitter and instagram feeds. Needing to prove yourself right you check your twitter and scroll through your mentions. After seeing things such as “if y/n is so depressed than she should just do all of us a favor and kill herself,” and several other hateful comments you decide that if that many people think that you should be dead than it must be true. You put your phone on the counter and put the plug in the drain of the bathtub, before filling it up and climbing in, preparing to end it all.

Unbeknownst to you, Sebastian has already seen the video several times, each time causing his heart to break a little bit more. He can’t stand the thought of you drinking your pain away, the pain that he caused you. He couldn’t take it anymore, so here he was in the backseat of a New York cab on his way to save you from yourself hoping that he’s not to late, but something in the back of his mind was telling him that he’s running out of time.


Should I write a part 2? Let me know what you guys think. (Sorry it’s such a grim story)