Birthday ; Sebastian Stan

WARNINGS: nsfw!!, overuse of the name ‘doll’, unprotected sex, oral (male receiving), birthday sex, 2k words of just sweet, passionate filth tbh (and some cute stuff at the end)

summary: after seb’s long day of filming, you planned on surprising him with the casual gift of birthday sex!

A/N: was supposed to be uploaded on Seb’s birthday but i was so busy, hope you’ll still enjoy this!

The mirror overlooked a reflection of yourself which exhibited a matching pair of sexy black lingerie –the pair that always had drove Sebastian crazy whenever the both of you became frisky in bed. And since today was a special day, his birthday, you planned on spending his night full of heat, sweat, and skin-to-skin interactions. You wore one of Sebastian’s shirts, that always was over sized for your body, atop of your lingerie along with a pair of shorts that hugged your ass. All you needed to do was wait for Sebastian’s arrival.

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The incredible @purplefangirlmommy and @hollyspacey tagged me for my top five Sebastian looks.

Here they are in no particular order…


Originally posted by squishedbyseb

Originally posted by protectbuckybarnesatallcosts

Originally posted by readytocomply

Faux Surprise

Originally posted by 107th-infantry

Originally posted by thewiinterrsoldiier

Originally posted by mywinterobsession

Laughing ‘til He Scrunches

Originally posted by metal-armed-jesus

Originally posted by sebuttianstans

Originally posted by moon-saph


Originally posted by kittyseb

Originally posted by asgardian-nightmare

Dr. Tongue

Originally posted by theunofficialsebstan

Originally posted by colinjfarrells

Originally posted by jaemiie

Tagging anyone who wants to play…
A Nice Wake Up [a Barry Allen/Sebastian Smythe smut]

Request(s): ‘CAN YOU DO A SMUT AGAIN WITH BARRY SEB AND READER?!?!?!? PLEASE AN CAN IT BE where like the boys have a dream about the reader and the reader sees what they are doing in their sleep and yah? DOes that make sense?’ And ‘Poly smut where y/n is between them and they’re both inside her but seb and Barry are making out with each other? Idk’

a/n: this is hot… you guys like me? I feel like everyone hates me rn and I honestly just…you know…. want Barry/Seb to make me happy

WARNING: Smut (threesome)

Soft moans invite you into the apartment, making you crinkle your eyebrows. Toeing off your shoes, you shrug your jacket to your hands, letting it fall to the floor. “Mmm… love you Y/N…” Barry mumbles into the pillow, face scrunched in concentration. “You feel…sssss’good…” His hips buck up as you enter the bedroom, hard on defined in his dark gray boxers.

“Yeah…yes, princess…” Sebastian smirks, eyelashes spread against his freckled cheeks. Covering your mouth, your fingers work on the button of your maroon ripped skinny jeans, eyeing the way your boyfriends bare chests rise and fall. “Girl…you so sexy…damn.” he grunts, hand resting over the waistband of his striped boxer briefs.

Stripping out of your white blouse, you climb on the bed, hands creeping up their hairy legs. Barry sucks in a breath, squeezing his eyelids tighter, while Sebastian coos out a little ‘ooo’, grinning. Biting your lip, you place your palms over their dicks, feeling how hard they are.

The speedster’s bright eyes snap open, gasping at the sudden contact. You wink, sneaking your fingers into his boxers, wrapping your hand around him. “Y/N…” Barry groans loudly, waking up his boyfriend. The Warbler blinks, focusing his eyes on you, patting slightly. “I wa…wanna be inside you.” he continues, thrusting up in your hand.

Slapping the other boy, Sebastian squints. “No. I want to. You got to last time.” he frowns, kicking off his boxers to the end of the bed. Barry slaps him back. “Oh, you wanna go, B? You wanna go?” he bites, glaring at the superhero. “Need I remind you of Dalton fight club-”

“Both of you can be.” you suggest seductively, sitting on your knees. With a throaty moan, Barry nods.

In a quick second, you’re suddenly on top of Sebastian, hands set firmly on his chest; Barry kneels behind you, condom already on, dick barely grazing your ass. “Aw…why am I on the bottom?” Sebastian whines, sand colored locks fanning across the pillowcase.

At the same time, you and Barry roll your eyes. You sink down onto the Warbler’s cock, making him gasp, gripping the sheets. “Don’t complain, you love bottoming- oh!” you shout, feeling Barry enter from behind. “Warn me next time, Barr…” you shiver, adjusting to his length.

“Sorry, babe…” he mutters, rocking his hips slowly. Groaning, you lean down, breasts pressed to Sebastian’s toned chest, making him whine. Barry follows your movements, hooking his chin over your shoulder while thrusting. When he gets close enough, he captures the Warbler’s lips with his, sucking.

Sebastian moans into the kiss, tongue dipping into his boyfriend’s mouth as he bucks his hips. Hissing, you grind down on Barry’s dick, causing him to groan, biting the other boy’s lip. “Oh my god… “ you whimper, bouncing when the speedster starts vibrating. “Ugh… Barr, Seb… I’m gonna cum…” you whine, tossing your head back to lean on Barry’s shoulder.

“Cum, princess… cum, girl. Please…” Sebastian begs, cock twitching when your walls tighten around him. Grabbing a handful of his thick hair, you let out a moan before Barry cums, face hidden in your back. “Jesuschrist…” he whispers as one word, cumming at the same time you do.

Hot and sticky, the three of you carefully tumble to the mattress, breathing heavily. Barry giggles, kissing his girlfriend then boyfriend. “That was nice to wake up to… right, Bas?” he hums, curling his arms around your waist.

Sebastian frowns, scooting that he’s now in the middle. “Better.”

His Name Was Sebastian

Sebastian Stan x Fanfiction 

Warnings: Language, Smut

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“Hold still I am almost finished!”

My words ran together with no pause because I had a paintbrush angled vertically between my teeth. I carefully tried to balance my chin up so that the rose colored paint on the bristles wouldn’t fall on Sebastian’s white t-shirt, that I wore practically like a dress. We had been up for  three hours now, though stuck in this position for about only two. I could already sense my muse anxiously growing impatient, as he sat on the short wooden stool across from me. 

“You said that….twenty minutes ago.” Sebastian said holding up his wrist looking at the non existent watch on his arm. 

“Don’t move!” I exclaimed. 

It was a time sensitive project that I was working on and it was very critical  that he remained still as a statue. Though I also found it very cute that it was impossible for him to stay completely motionless.  He returned back to his seating position so that I could careful capture every detail. Though in all honesty I didn’t need Sebastian’s patience for me to continue my portrait. I had already memorized every little feature about him, even the ones I didn’t know existed. Often times when he caught me longingly staring at him, he would always ask me why I always looked at him like it would be the last. Every time my answer is the same as it is simple- “You are a work of art that deserves to be admired.” Which in return he gives me a quizzically confusing look and reaffirms me that I only say such things because I am an artist. 

Which is a ridiculous sentiment I couldn’t have been the only one who noticed the acute  amount of freckles on the various parts of his body. Or the way the way his face looks like it is always being  kissed by the sun. As I look at him now my eyes magnetically fall to the details on his cheek and around his mouth. Even though clear as day he was in front of me his image appeared in more high definition the more I look at him. I swear it was possible  that I could count the tiny hairs on his face that made a slight beard. And without the risk of sounding too unfathomably dramatic, the light that peered in around him from out of the window he sat in front of caused the light to burn so brightly inside. Making him radiate with a magnificent glow. Fuck, he was right I am an artist.   

“And-” I removed  the paintbrush from between my teeth like I was pulling it slowly like a lit cigarette. I left my words dragging out on the tip of my tongue. “ I am done.” I said quietly, but satisfied as I looked down at my finished work. Sebastian quickly stands up and walks towards me in a slow pace. By the faces he made he looked stiff and maybe even numb from sitting down so long. His legs moved like they had weights around his ankles.  

“No no!” I swiftly picked up the canvas carefully making sure it didn’t touch me. 

“What? Come on after that hell you put me through.” He smiled extending out his hands trying to grab ahold of the painting. I shake my head to say no like a disobedient toddler not wanting to give in and comply to his request. 

“It’s hideous isn’t it?” Sebastian’s gracious smile turned into a pity stare. I opened my mouth wide, furrowing my eyebrows at his comment.

“Okay, okay! You actually painted me as a stick figure riding a bike and I’m frowning because I can’t pedal because I have no type of muscle mass in my leg.” Sebastian guessed. 

“That was shittiest and most bland scenario. Was that the best your imagination could come up with?” I was caught off guard and started to laugh. 

“Babe,” He paused for a moment.“ Just flip it around I am sure it is terrific." 

I held onto the canvas with it still inches away facing me. I brought it up higher to my  face even though it started to become heavier than my arms could bare. I peeked at him over it covering my face with it so he could only see my eyes. "You can’t see it.” I had a nervous yet stern base in my tone. 

“Alright.” He said, easy as that letting it go. 

After I found the perfect hiding spot for it to sit while the paint dried. I was a little curious as to why Sebastian caved in so easily. The relaxed background noise of cars whizzing by and the occasional dinging sounds bells made that came so often out of the blue, was mixed with the music coming out of my phone blasting out Bloodstream by Stateless played on the speakers. It felt like a serene Sunday morning , until it all stopped. 

The music had quit playing and the humming noise from the air conditioner shut off. The lights that where on flickered till they also went out. I could hear footsteps rushing down the hall in the form of a march. Sebastian reemerge entering the space again.

“What the hell just happened.” He asked. He held up his hands holding onto a red toothbrush in one hand. Turning that same hand over wiping the toothpaste away from the corners of his mouth.  

I walked up to the window Sebastian previously sat near, and pulled down the blinds.  But the light was still strikingly bright. Having the same idea I had, he turned the corner and went out the front door. I came up close behind him, placing my hands on his shoulders we synchronized our steps so I could use his frame to cover my bare legs , because I wore nothing but a t-shirt and underwear that you could see if I moved the wrong way. From what I did see surveying the area I noticed a truck at the end of the street. It was marked with an official logo and there was a man hoisted up, which I am guessing fixing or fucking something up.

“Well there goes our day binge watching Supernatural.” I said with a bummed out expression as he backed in closing the door. 

Sebastian scrunched his nose up and rocked his head back then breathed out. “The twilight zone." 

Time slowly ticked by eventually turning into hours passing. Sebastian sat on the floor with his back pressed against the wall. His hair laid wild and flat on top of his head. The black stringed necklace I had made for him hung down in the inside of his shirt, clinging on to his skin so intensely. His lips were delicately parted open as he inhaled deeply through his nose, and exhaling through his mouth. Is it possible to be in pain from being so hot? In his case figuratively and literally. 

I held in my hand a makeshift fan solely made from cardstock. It didn’t make much of a difference considering it just blew warm air back into my face. We had already eaten the last of the food that could potentially melt, though that still did not suffice.
"We could get a hotel till it is fixed.”  Sebastian suggested, taking his hands to wipe his face. 

“Any minute now it will come back on.” I said reassuringly only half believe myself. 

“Love the positive thinking, I really do. But our phones are dead ,we will eventually need to cook, and we just might pass out from how hot it is in here.” Sebastian looked at me directly, trying to persuade me to give in.

I swung my legs back and forth from the stool. “Who needs to get in touch with us today? We will have food we just have to get creative and it’s not like we can’t drive. Lastly we can open windows.” I smiled through the telling of my optimistic plan. Sebastian who looked exasperated stayed quiet. 

“Why don’t you want to leave?” His voice was raspy and he looked at me though as if I was hiding something. 

“ I just-” I kicked my head back groaning from defeat. “You leave tomorrow and I just wanted the two of us stuck in our humid bubble. I like the idea knowing I have you all to myself.”  

We just look at each other like it was our way of communicating without having to say a word. 
“You are covered in paint.” Sebastian said at random. I pulled the shirt that I wore out closer to get it in my view. With the exception of the paint smudges on my hand I was clean. 

“I am not.” I said with a satisfactory expression on my face.

“Yes you are.” He said so convincingly I had to check again. He got up from the floor that creaked when you moved. Sebastian was on all fours when he got to where I was sitting. He sat upward, but still navigated on the floor with his knees. The palm of his hand rested underneath my right leg taking me by surprise. 

“Right here.” He pointed to a smear of black paint that was so tiny I had to lean up to see where it was. 

“Still not covered.” I said. 

“I’m not finished.” Sebastian continued looking down at me, moving his body closer in between my legs. He traced the side of my leg to show me that in fact there was orange paint there. Slowly he moved his hand upward further than my knee , a streak of blue paint was on the center that I hadn’t noticed before.

“You just put that there." 

"My hands are clean.” He answered. Looking down at him I watched as he tuned his attention to my other leg. He pushed the fabric of the shirt up revealing even more of my skin. The feeling of his hands tracing my skin sent a fine frenzy of chills down my back. I couldn’t sit still, I gripped the sides of the stool firmly. He finally stopped his search when he pressed his lips on top of my thigh. Sebastian had already released my legs from his grip, because I could already feel his hands circle around my hips.

I could feel the rough texture of his beard on my skin burning it at an exquisitely slow pace. He doesn’t stop, Sebastian continues to kiss my leg but this time continuing up north of my body. His hands aren’t so patient moving up my waist till his hand was finally underneath my shirt.

Sebastian eased back slowly letting his hands smoothly fall down my breast. Not once did his eyes meet mine. Without warning he pulled the stool I was sitting on closer to him. Pulling down at the band of my my underwear. I heard a noise almost like a flicker of a switch. The humming sound of the air came on, and the power was back on. Making the atmosphere more electrifying than ever.

{ 1 out of 1}

@steverogersnotebook​ tagged me for my top five Sebastian looks.  This was harder than I thought because there are more than five.  And these are not in any particular order

1.  The Iron Man 3 premiere with the Winter Soldier hair and the transparent shirt of death.

2.  The Doctor Strange premiere with the scruff and the plum suit of death.

3.  The Bronze premiere in all black

4.  The Buzzfeed photoshoot of death

5.  Last, but certainly not least, the entire Martian press tour because hair.

tagging @meleedamage @holdmecloseandfast @positivelysebastianstan @soldatka @maudelebowski29

Friendly Competition [a Sebastian Smythe imagine]

a/n: snow day aka seduce seb day (or i had an idea) /requests closed right now/

WARNING: Seduction…?

Mr. Shue’s idea is so…ugh. The glee club invited the Warblers to do some performances with each other. Some kind of ‘attempt to reach good terms’. You stand on stage next to Britney, arms crossed over your tight black crop top, glaring at Sebastian. “Okay, Y/N, you can present first. Is there anything you need before I leave to talk to Miss P?” Mr. Shue asks, hands on the edge of the stage.

“Why, yes, Mr. Shue, I need Sebastian…” you pat the plastic chair, “Right here.” you grin, legs moving in your leather shorts. Nodding, Mr. Shue points to the stage; the Warbler sneers, hopping on stage and plopping in the seat, crossing his arms. Shue exits and you peer at Britney and Santana, who are also in black.

The music starts; Santana begins. “What it do babyboo?” she nods at her girlfriend, rapping, “Yeah, little mama you lookin’ good, I see you wanna play with a player from the hood. Come holla at me, you got it like that, Big Snoop Dogg, with the lead Pussycat. I show you how it go down, yeah, I wanna go down. Me and you, one on one, treat you like a shorty; You look at me and I look at you, I’m reachin’ for your shirt what you want me to do?” she freestyles.

You strut towards Sebastian, singing the chorus, “I’m telling you loosen up my buttons baby (Uh huh), but you keep fronting (Uh),” you squat in front of him, rubbing your hands through your hair as Brit and Rachel sing backup. “saying what you goin’ do to me (Uh huh), but I ain’t seen nothing (Uh).”

Standing up, you stalk around him, licking your bottom lip. He shifts uncomfortably, mossy green eyes following your every move, dress slacks becoming tight. “Typical, hardly the type I fall for. I like when the physical.” you pull his striped tie, causing his arms to fall at his sides. “Don’t leave me asking for more. I’m a sexy mama (Mama).” you smirk, watching his pouty mouth open wide, “Who knows just how to get what I wanna (Wanna). What I want to do is spring this on ya (On ya). Back up all of the things that I told ya (Told ya, told ya, told ya)…”

Sebastian swallows harshly, feeling your fingers run up his white button down. His dick is throbbing at the sight of your breasts in his face. Oh god…. “You been sayin’ all the right things all night long, but I can’t seem to get you over here to help take this off. Baby, can’t you see? (See) How these clothes are fittin’ on me? (Me)” Roughly, you push his navy blue blazer off his shoulders, making him gasp. “And the heat coming from this beat (Beat). I’m about to blow. I don’t think you know…” you sing, letting the other girls sing the chorus again.

As his blazer falls to the floor, you back away, unzipping your black hoodie, exposing your crop top fully. “You say you’re a big boy, but I can’t agree. ‘Cause the love you said you had, ain’t been put on me.” you smirk, sashaying up to the snarky Warbler. “I wonder (Wonder), if I’m just too much for you. Wonder (Wonder), if my kiss don’t make you just…Wonder (Wonder) what I got next for you. What you want to do? (Do)” you ask, batting your eyelashes, hands running up his thighs.

Sebastian squirms, scoffing, eyebrows furrowing as if silently asking ‘are you kidding?’. You smirk, showing off your breasts, “Take a chance to recognize that this could be yours.” you point to yourself; his eyes darken. “I can see, just like most guys, that your game don’t please. Baby, can’t you see? (See) How these clothes are fittin’ on me? (Me)” you toss your hoodie of the stage. Kurt catches it, laughing. Sebastian breathes heavily when you yank him by his tie. “And the heat coming from this beat (Beat). I’m about to blow, I don’t think you know…” you throw your head back, going into the chorus again as the other girls dance.

Puckering your lips, you get ready to rap, moving to the back of the chair. The Warbler groans, feeling you mess up his hair. “Now you can get what you want, but I need what I need, And let me tell you what’s crackalackin’ before I proceed.” you grab his chin, forcing his head to the side; his jaw tenses. “Ima show you where to put it at. PCD told me, yeah, I thought I saw a Pussycat.” you smirk, seeing him glare at you. “Now roll with the big dog, all six of y'all on me, now tell me how it feel babydoll. Ashley, Nicole, Carmit, Jessica, Kimberly, Melody, you feelin’ me?” you muse, letting of his jaw.

“Ha, ha…hot!” Britney smirks, fanning herself and pausing.

Santana laughs, leaning on her girlfriend, “Ha, ha…loosen up!”

“Ha, ha…yeah…” Rachel and Quinn say together.

You step toward the front of him, face to face, “Ha, ha…I can’t take this…” you mumble, stomping to the beat as the chorus returns.

Suddenly, he stands up, knocking the chair back with his foot. The music stops and the two of you stare at each other, making the New Directions and Warblers uncomfortable. “Let’s talk about sex, baby. Let’s talk about you and me.” Sebastian smirks, gesturing to you and him, “Let’s talk about all the good things, and the bad things that may be.” The rest of the Warblers join him from below the stage as he corners you to the wall. “Let’s talk about sex, let’s talk about sex, let’s talk about se-”

“Throw your clothes!” you cut him off, grabbing his arms and placing them around your waist. “On the floor!” He harmonizes, shaking his head slightly. “I’m gonna take my clothes off too; I made plans to be with you.” you sing together, hitting the note perfectly. Your eyelids screw shut, “Girl whatever you ask me, you know, I could do!”

Sebastian picks you up, ignoring the other people in the room; hands under your thighs. “I’ll make love to you, like you want me to. And I’ll hold you tight, baby all through the night. I’ll make love to you, when you want me to. And I will not let go 'till you tell me to…” he sings, eyes darting to your lips.

“Touch my body, put me on the floor… Wrestle me around, play with me some more. Touch my body, throw me on the bed…” you hum, hands flying to his hair, “I just wanna make you feel like you never did. Touch my body, let me wrap my thighs all around your waist. Just a little taste. Touch my body, know you love my curves-”

Sebastian presses his lips to yours, surprising everyone. (Kurt screams in horror and Blaine covers his mouth.) You groan, tugging on his chestnut hair. The door squeaks open and  you jump down, looking at Mr. Shue entering. “Guys! You do your song yet?” he asks cheerfully.

“Yes they did.” Sebastian smirks, gazing at you, “It was…electric.” he winks, picking up his blazer from the floor and swinging it over his shoulder. “I gotta go. Can’t stand this public school smell…” he sneers, peering at you quickly before heading off stage.

Huffing, your shoulders slump. Britney touches your upper arm as the Warblers pile through the double doors. “It’s okay, Y/N, maybe you can have sex with the mean molerat another day.” she says hopefully.

Your eyes go wide, “Britney, shh!”

Who the hell is Bucky

Here is number two. I hope everyone likes this one too. @bucky-plums-barnes thank you again, you have some of the best followers ever. 

Sebastian and you were enjoying your Saturday morning sleeping in, when all of sudden your six year old daughter, Becca jumps and tackles the both of you, trying to wake you up. “Daddy, daddy wake up, we have to go halloween costume shopping today, remember you promise.”

Sebastian starts to make sounds that resemble some animal dying. “Yeah princess, I remember, just give me and mommy a second to get up and ready. Ok”.

“Yeah ok, just get ready quickly, please.”

“Anything you for my love.”

“She has you wrapped up around her little fingers.”

“Yeah she does. She is my little girl. I can never say no to her.”

Sebastian gives you a kiss before moving towards your tummy giving it a kiss too. “How are my two favourite people this fine morning.”

“We are both good, but can’t he just come out already, I hate having this massive ass balloon shape thing attached to my stomach”

“It’s just a couple of more weeks left doll, and then we shall have two little ones to look after and chase after.”

“Oh god, we are going to have our hands full. Go get ready, Becca is going to get angry if you don’t be quick. While you get dress, I shall get started on making breakfast. Little man is feeling some pancakes today.”

“Are you sure it’s like man or you Mrs. Stan that want pancakes.”

“Nah, its little man, Mr. Stan. Now get that pretty little ass here for one more kiss and then get dress.”

“Yes chief.”

You are halfway through making chocolate chip pancakes, when both of your trouble makers come bolting down the stairs. “Yes pancakes, you are the best mummy”

“Well anything for my baby. You need to have a full stomach for your big shopping day.”

Everyone is enjoying their pancakes, with all of their favourite toppings. Sebastian helps you clean the table. When everything is clean, Sebastian and Becca walk towards the car to get going. You just love it how Sebastian acts towards Becca, always so loving and patience. Sebastian was the best father. You are just a little upset that you couldn’t join them today, being that you are ready to pop any second, you decide to stay home and just relax. It just means that Becca and Sebastian can have father daughter day, before the baby comes. Becca really wants to dress up as her favourite hero, her dad, well really the Winter Soldier, but they are pretty similar. HA.

Becca and Sebastian arrived at the local shopping mall. Becca sprints out of the car towards the entrance. Clearly really excited for the day.

“Becca, dear, slow down, daddy’s getting old and can’t chase after you.”

Both of them go through all of the stores in the shop trying to find the perfect costume. Sebastian kept picking all these different costumes. “Becca dear, look here’s a princess costume and I think you would look lovely in this.

“No dad, I don’t want to be a princess.”

Becca couldn’t find one single Winter Solider and starts to get little upset. “Becca dear it’s ok, we can go shopping somewhere different next week. Don’t worry we will find the perfect costume. Don’t worry my love.”

“Its just I want the best costume, dad.”

“I know what will cheer you up. How about we go to the food court and get some ice creams.”

“YES, your the best dad.”

Sebastian and Becca come back from the mall, when Becca comes to you asking if she could speak to you privately.

“Sure baby, what’s wrong”.

“I couldn’t find any Winter Soldier costumes and I just want to dress up like daddy.”

“Baby, I will call someone at Marvel tomorrow and see if they have one to give to you. How does that sound?”

“Awesome, thank you mummy.”

“It’s alright my love, now I don’t know about you, but mummy is hungry and she feels like some pizza. Let’s go tell dad to go and pick up some pizza’s for us.”

“Yes, pancakes, ice cream and pizza. Best day ever.”

Like you told Becca yesterday, you call a friend who works at Marvel, to see if they have anything to give to Becca so she can dress up like her dad. She tells you that they can make a custom made costume for Becca and it can be here just before halloween. You relay this message to Becca, which causes her to have the biggest smile on her little face. You hated when she was upset and now all her plans were coming together, you couldn’t be happy for her.

Today is the day, halloween is finally here. You accidentally let it slip that Becca is dressing up as the Winter Soldier for halloween to Sebastian. Sebastian then suggests that he should dress as Captain America and ask Chris if he could lend him one of his costumes. Chris of course says yes, as he is the best uncle ever. You walk Becca into the living room, where Sebastian is waiting for the big reveal. On cue, Sebastian turns around and whispers Bucky to Becca and she says “who the hell is Bucky”. You couldn’t help it and smile at the scene in front of you. Sebastian grabs Becca and brings her close to him, so he can pepper kisses all over her face.

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“Dad stop, you are going to wreak my war paint”

“I’m sorry dear, it just you are the cutest little Winter Solider I have ever seen. Even better than me.”

“Do you like daddy. I wanted to dress up as my favourite superhero.”

“Dear, I don’t like it, I love it. Now come on, we have some houses to visit.”

You take some photos of the two and send them to all the avenger cast mates”

A year later 

Everyone is ready and in their costumes for Uncle Chris’ halloween party. Sebastian was dress as Batman and you as Cat woman, while Becca was Captain America (a gift from Uncle Chris) and little Grayson Bruce (named after your favourite DC heroes) was dressed as the Falcon (a gift from Uncle Anthony). You loved your little superhero family. You guys are going to win best dress for sure.

Sebastian Stan Appreciation Meme...?

I was tagged by @hollyspacey to post my top 5 favorite Sebastian Stan looks. Which is a very unfair thing to ask of a girl, holly. But… here go you. My very serious, no-nonsense list.

Look 1: The “I’m the only guy who is allowed to wear denim on denim”-look.

Slightly longer hair is a good thing. Yes. Stubble. Good.

2) The “If There Ever is a Grease Remake Cast Me” -look.

Leather looks good on him, what can i say.

3) The “I have good hair and do not care”-look

Originally posted by bovaria

aka, the Bucky Barnes. I have a thing for hair. Fanfiction authors who cut his hair break my heart. … no, i know, it’s for story purposes, it’s fine. leave me to my kinks.

4) The “Madness is smexy”-look

actuall puppy Jefferson!Seb. Also, the hair is fluffy.

5) The “Sebastian Skywalker”-look.

Look at him with his dad, it’s adorbs.

And i hereby pass on the torch to @lucid-dreamer-dreams, @uru-viel, @beatrice-babe, @itsmaryagnes and @bulmavegotaku; if you haven’t done it and feel like it, have fun!

And if anyone else wants to join in, i encourage it!