A/N: I didn’t read this over, please point out any mistakes.
Steve had ushered you, Natasha and Wanda up to your room, telling you to “bond” and “relax” he was literally like the scolding parent. You all agreed that it would be nice to have a girls night and as most sleepovers go, you ended up drunk talking about your love lives and your impossible crushes.
Wanda was going on about Vis and how certain things would work, while you and Natasha were talking about Steve and Bucky, the dynamic duo.
“So, Natasha, if could sleep with either Steve or Bucky, who would you pick?” Natasha had to think, but she ended up picking Steve as you thought she would. Both your heads turned to Wanda, who blushed profusely.
“I’m spoken for.” She said, her light accent slipping towards the end of her sentence. Natasha wasn’t fazed, but you were momentarily shocked.
“I knew you and Vision had suppressed feelings, but you’re together now?!” She laughed and nodded and you smacked her arm.
“Tell me sooner next time, yeah?”
“What about you Y/N?” You had to think.
“Steve.” You answered after much thought.
“I feel like he’d be better. Bucky has been through… too much, he’d be … nervous.” You finished.
There was a pause and then Nat spoke up.
“I feel like Bucky has a Daddy kink.”
You nearly spit out your drink at the thought.
“Now, I really wanna call him Daddy, but what if he freaks out.” You said, recovering.
Both Wanda and Nat were laughing at the idea of the Winter Soldier freaking out over a silly nickname, but it was a serious concern. What if you called him Daddy as a joke and he got mad.
Why should you care? You decided you would do it.
“Alright alright, Y/N, truth or dare?” Wanda asked. You smirked, feeling brave.
“Dare.” The two girl exchanged looks and you knew you’d made a bad decision
“I dare you to ask Steve out.” You sighed in relief.
“Oh that’s not so bad.”
“With Bucky there, and you have to be flirty about it.”
“Well that’s a little bit worse, but I’ll do it.” They both watched you expectantly.
“N-not right now! Guys it’s two am!” You scolded. It was time to sleep, you’d all be nursing light hangovers in the morning, or afternoon, depending on when you woke.
None of you had hangovers as bad as you’d expected, except Wanda, who woke suddenly and rushed to the bathroom. After Wanda cleaned up and took some Advil she looked at you with pleading eyes.
“You should ask Steve out to dinner tonight, it’s Saturday and neither of you have any plans.” You agreed seeing as it was the only way to get the girls to leave you alone.
Your little trio took the lift down to the kitchen and you immediately spotted Steve and Bucky talking. You plastered a flirtatious smile on your face and walked over to the two soldiers.
“Hey Steve, can I talk to you for a moment?”
Both boys glanced at you for a moment before Steve answered.
“Of course Y/N. What’s up?”
“Are you free tonight, I was hoping you’d accompany me to dinner?” The intimidating super soldier was momentarily flustered.
“Y-you mean like a date?” Your smile brightened.
“Yeah, like a date.” He nodded.
“I’d love to. Uhm, I’ll come pick you up at 6?”
“That’s perfect.” You turned to the girls who were pretending not to listen. You sat at the table and they both pryed you for details. You answered all of their questions until eventually, they left you alone. You took the stairs this time, taking your time going back to your room. It was almost six and you needed at LEAST 15 minutes to get ready for your date. You didn’t bother showering, you had done that this morning, but you did put on makeup. You threw on the dress Nat had laid out for you and admired the finished product. You looked stunning.
Steve was on time, as you’d expected. What you didn’t expect was for him to be the perfect gentleman, he even brought you flowers. He held the door to your car after insisting that he drive because he already picked a restaurant.
When you arrived, Steve ran around the car to let you out, against your protests. He even linked your arm with his.
“For someone with no experience with girls, you’re surprisingly good at this.” His face flushed red and he thanked you, obviously pleased that you approved.
The date went smoothly, since you were already friends you discussed missions (wow what a great date topic) and your lives. You honestly had a great time and you were pretty sure Steve did too.
Since you didn’t have an apartment for him to drop you at, he walked you to the door to your room. You both stopped and turned to look at each other.
“I had a great time tonight Y/N, thank you for taking me out.”
“Oh, it’s no problem, I had fun too.”
He looked down at you and stepped forward, taking your hip and pulling youa bit closer, he leaned down and captured your lips in a soft kiss. You kissed back a bit harder, telling him it was okay. When you realized what was happening, you pushed him away.
“I’m sorry Steve, I-I can’t. I have to go.” You hung your head and retreated into your room. You stripped from your dress and put on shorts and a sweater.
You couldn’t sleep, you were tossing and turning, but you felt really bad. You tossed your blankets off and walked to your desk, taking parchment and a pen. You couldn’t just leave Steve hanging, so you wrote him a note.
Hey Steve, I had a great time last night and that kiss was great, but I don’t like you as anything more than a friend. I’m sorry that I lead you on like that and I hope we can stay friends.
You walked the hall, following the familiar path to Steve’s room. You slipped the paper under his door and made your way downstairs, maybe some tea would help you sleep.
You were relieved that no one was in the kitchen, otherwise you’d have to explain what had happened on your date. You grabbed a tea bag out of the box on the counter and put some water in the kettle. As high tech as Tony’s kitchen was, you preferred to do things the old fashioned way.
You were fiddling with the tea bag and almost jumped out of your skin when you looked up. Bucky was standing in the door frame. You cocked your eyebrow at him.
“What are you doing up?”
“I could ask you the same thing.” He said quietly. You moved out of his way so he could grab an apple from the fruit bowl behind you.
“How was your date?” He questioned, eyeing you out of the corner of his eye.
“I don’t know, I had a great time, but I don’t think I like Steve like that. I think I have feelings for someone else” Bucky halted his actions.
“But you kissed him?” Your face flushed red.
“You saw?” His jaw clenched.
“Yeah. You don’t like Steve because you have feelings for someone else, who would that be?” Your eyes widened a fraction and you flushed red, stuttering to find an answer. You couldn’t outright say it was him, that’d be too embarrassing. So instead you stuttered to find and answer.
Bucky smirked and you flushed even harder because it was evident that he knew.
“Oh c'mon, it’s just me, doll, nothing to be nervous about.” He took a step closer and your heart stopped.
“You can tell me.” He said, stepping closer and placing a hand on your waist. You back into the counter, your face was the color of flame and you couldn’t find the words to speak.
The kettle broke into a whistle and the air rushed back to you, you ducked out of Bucky’s constricting grasp and spun to grab your cup. You had your back turned to him, pouring the boiling water over the tea bag, you couldn’t believe how much you were shaking and you nearly dropped the cup when Bucky’s hand was placed over yours to help steady you. You placed the pot back on the stove and leaned on the counter, facing the man with the metal arm.
The smirk he gave you spoke volumes and you tried to smile back.
“I’ll just be going then, back to bed.” He said, turning on his heel. You debated whether or not to call after him, you wanted company, especially if it was his.
“Wait.” You called at his retreating figure.
“Stay.” You said, barely suppressing a whimper.
“Now that’s what I wanted to hear.” He said, his voice deep and gravely. He turned back around and walked towards you, he took the mug gently from your hand, placing it on the table a few feet away.
“Hey! I was drinking that!” I scolded.
“You’re not anymore.” He stated with finality. The dominance in his voice had the heat pooling between your legs and you knew you were done for.
He positioned himself between your legs and brought his hand to your waist, pulling you flush against him. You gasped at the sudden contact, almost loosing your footing. He brought his other hand up to steady you and slowly leaned down. He stopped when his lips brushed yours, asking for permission. You leaned up into him, giving him all the permission he needed. The second your lips touched he trailed his hands down your back until they were resting on the backs of your legs. A sign for you to jump. You did as he asked and he hoisted you up, hooking your legs around his hips. A soft moan escaped your lips when he attached his lips to the sensitive spot on your neck.
“We can’t do this here, sugar, let’s take this to my room.” He suggested. Words failed you, so you nodded, detatching yourself from him and taking his hand instead.
You abandoned your tea and walked hand in hand with Bucky down the corridor in complete silence, you didn’t need words. He was rubbing comforting circles over your knuckles.
He opened his door gently, making sure not to wake the whole tower. You smirked to yourself and slamed the door behind you, pushing him up against the door and capturing his lips with his own.
He gasped at your sudden dominance, grabbing your hips and pulling you flush against him.
He slid his hand up under your sweater and you raised your arms for him. He threw it across the room and then followed it with his own shirt.
He only let you marvel at his body for a moment before he brought himself back to you, picking you up. He carried you to the bed and dropped you, taking a step back to admire you.
“You look so good laying there for me, doll. Take your shorts off.”
You did as you were told, stripping yourself of the constricting garment. He watched your every movement with lust-filled eyes. He dropped his pants in one fluid movement, stepping out of them.
Your eyes dropped to the massive bulge in his pants and you heard him laugh. He straddled your hips, trailing kisses from your neck down. You tangled your fingers in his hair and pulled his face back you yours, kissing him passionately.
One hand dropped from his hair to his boxers as you palmed him through the fabric, he groaned and you could feel him twitching beneath your touch.
“Fuck doll, you gotta stop” you did as you were told, instead, pulling down his boxers and wrapping your small hand around his cock. He inhaled sharply, tensing under your touch. He pulled your hand away and for a moment you were discouraged.
He laid a chaste kiss on your cheek and whispered in your ear.
“You first.” The bed shifted as he got off, kneeling next to the end. He adjusted you so that your legs were around his neck.
“I like this view.” He added and you blushed at the comment, choosing not to answer. He placed a kiss on your clothed core, causing you to buck your hips upwards. He laughed and removed your panties, placing another kiss, but this time he held your hips in place. He licked his way from your entrance to your clit, nibbling on the bundle of nerves.
His eyes never once left your face, when you moaned his name he stopped, you groaned at the loss of contact and opened your eyes. Bucky had a stern look on his face.
“What’d wrong Buck?’ You questioned.
“That’s not my name tonight. You call me ‘Daddy’, understand?” The combination of his deep voice and the dominance had you shell shocked.
“Y-yes Daddy.” You ignored the embarrassment of him obviously overhearing you and instead enjoyed his praise. He went to work on your chest, massaging your hardened nipples with both hands.
“Do you like that doll?”
“Yes, Daddy, please, more.” You begged.
“Oh don’t worry, I’m not done yet.”
He lined himself up with your entrance and slid himself into you. You gasped, adjusting to his size. He paused a moment, letting you adjust before he pulled out, slamming back into you not a second later. He transitioned between soft and hard, looking for your g spot, when he hit it you moaned his name, loudly.
“Tell Daddy how much you love to feel him slamming into you”
“I love it Daddy, please, harder." He groaned and slammed into you at an alarming rate, both of you were chasing your high. The sound of your moans and the slapping of skin resonated through the empty room. The bubble that had been building in your stomach popped and you bucked your hips upward, screaming Bucky’s name. Not long after you felt the warmth if his seed on your stomach and his body collapsing next to you. You both sat, catching your breath.
Summary: A fed up reader finds some comfort in a new… friend
Pairing: Sebastian x Reader
RatingR ( suggestive material)( age gap?)(alcohol)
Listen to Guys My Age by Hey Violet for full effect
Different night. Different bar. Same bullshit, childish excuse from your various dates. This was the third night in a week that you’d been blown off, and you’d had enough. You sat alone in your favorite little black dress at a dimly lit bar, scowling as you scanned the restaurant goers. Tossing back a rum and coke, you hardly even noticed that someone had joined you at the bar.
“Hey, are you alright, miss?”
A gentle voice chimed beside you. Snapping you out of your fog of anger and disappointment, you turned to face the inquiring stranger. Your breath hitched in your chest as you took in his appearance; piercing blue eyes, sharp features, stubble pricking over his jaw, plump lips and an impressive physique clad in a dark suit.
“ Yeah, I’m doing okay. Thanks.”
Your words were just above a whisper, and the man had to lean closer in order to hear them. He smiled softly, gaze meeting yours.
“ Okay then. Well, do you mind if I join you…”
“ Y/N.” You piped up. “ My name is Y/N. And not at all. You’re more than welcome to join me. I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”
A grin spread across his rosey lips.
“ I’m Sebastian, and it’s very nice to meet you, Y/N. If you don’t mind me asking, what’s a pretty girl like you doing alone on a Friday night?”
Pink rose to your cheeks at his compliment, and you cleared your throat as he ordered a drink.
“ Got ditched by a date. I’ve been trying the whole online dating thing, and I’ve come to a conclusion…”
He quirked an inquiring brow at you from across the top of his glass.
“ Guys my age… suck!”
Sebastian snorted, almost shooting his gin and tonic through his nose. You laughed at this, and he joined after he finished his drink.
“ I mean, who knew that 25 year old guys still act like high school boys?” You continued,
“They don’t pick up the tab, they don’t hold open doors or tell you that you like nice… and don’t even get me started on ‘em in the bedroom.”
Sebastian laughed as you giggled, hiding your blush behind a glass.
“ I’m very sorry that you got stood up tonight, Y/N. That fella is really missing out, if it’s any reassurance.”
His voice was low and raspy, and as you looked at him, you noticed that his baby blue eyes had darkened. Taking your bottom lip between your teeth, you asked,
“ What makes you say that? I’m just an average girl.”
Sebastian chuckled at this, smiling and shaking his head.
“Y/N, there’s not an average thing about you.”
His eyes traveled up your body, tracing every curve until his gaze met yours once again. You could not longer hid the color rising in your cheeks. Butterflies flapped wildly in your ribcage.
“ You’re absolutely beautiful. Cunning. Smart. Funny. If I had it my way, I’d like to show you off to all the boys who passed up the opportunity to know you. Show ‘em what they’re missing.”
You shivered as he place his hand on your thigh, gripping gently at the flesh. Your heart was beating so loud you were sure that the entire bar could hear it’s rhythm.
“ W-what are you suggesting, Sebastian?”
Your words were breathless, lips quivering as he smirked at you. He leaned in and whispered,
“ How 'bout I show you what you’ve been missing with an older man? A real man?”
He placed a soft kiss on your neck, raising goosebumps when he sat back, a smug grin playing on his lips. Your heart fluttered. This was an offer you simply could not refuse.
fuck you sebastian stan. fuck you and your blue eyes and your hair and your jaw and your lips and your tongue and your smile and your laugh and your sneeze and your biceps and your six-pack and your thighs and
ok.. so once again i “meme it” and then THAT happened.. i thought i was being trolled but nope, a second later didn’t know what to do, sure it’s a highlight for some awful days I’ve been having ..and the funny thing is i wasn’t even sure and it came up to me due my brother jocking saying the only thing I’m good at its pancakes .. and might be true i don’t know but sure i feel like that whenever i have the nerve to actually cook haha .. and his comment just .. the honest truth ..this man seriously lol