It’s simply just the sexual tension between you and Bucky that gets him hard as rock in literally less than a minute. And he has to get himself off, before he loses control over his actions. Your images flash across his mind, immediately ceasing any activity he previously tried focusing on.
Just the thought of you, your body, the way you’d bite your bottom lip - purposely or not - is enough to turn him on.
That’s what makes it so difficult for him to be around you. He’d think of kissing you, leaving you breathless, take his time with you all night long, leave you on the edge every time, just to enjoy see you fall apart, make him do things to you in bed, you’d never forget.
But that’s all he could do, imagine. Because he’s far too much of a chicken to actually admit his damned feelings for you.
Summary: After playfully sending suggestive pictures to Chris right before he presents at the Oscars you realize that you are in for the night of your life.
Author’s Notes: This wasn’t planned. I had no idea Chris was going to wear a velvet bowtie to the Oscars. I’m basically CEvans Trash. I literally just wrote this – instead of watching the freaking Oscars – so if there are any ridiculous grammar errors – please forgive me… I am tired and hormonal. This is probably trash, ha!
I tagged those of you that liked my initial post asking about this (along with some others). Soo yeah…..
You hummed to yourself absentmindedly as you applied the
rest of your makeup. Chris had promised his mom that he would take her to the
Oscars this year, and you had agreed that it was a good idea. After the show
was over you were to meet up with him to go to the after parties – which, let’s
face it, were always the best part of the night. As you rapped your knuckles
lightly on the bathroom countertop your phone dinged – alerting you to an
incoming message. You reached for it as you finished putting on your lipstick.
Of course it was from Chris.
“Miss you beautiful. Can’t wait to show you off to
everyone.” You couldn’t help but smile at this. Of course he would send you
something sweet. He had panicked that you would be upset about not going with
him to the show, but you had assured him over and over that it was fine.
You had watched him get ready earlier that afternoon – the
sight of him in his fitted suit and velvet tie had left your panties soaked.
While you had secretly hoped for a quickie before he left for the show you had
reasoned with yourself that there wasn’t time. Even the thought of the way he
looked caused the tingling between your legs to start again. You checked the
time on your cellphone before smiling. If the show was running on time Chris
would be presenting within the next five minutes – you turned towards the
television playing in the hotel bedroom for confirmation that the scheduling
had not gone askew. It hadn’t and you couldn’t help but think how perfect the
timing was. You were still only wearing your lingerie – not willing to wear your
beautiful dress in fear of getting makeup on it. You positioned your hand over
your panties, suggestively touching yourself, and formed a pout before snapping
“Wishing you could give me a hand.” You texted as you sent
the picture. You could tell by your notifications that he had immediately seen
it and you couldn’t help but smirk to yourself as you sat your phone down and
finished getting ready.
“Jesus Christ,” Chris muttered
to himself as he opened your text.
“Everything okay?” Someone
beside him asked.
“Oh yeah… yeah,” he nervously blundered as he secured his
phone safely back into his pocket. He was due to go on national television any
minute, and was now also secretly praying that he could quell his body’s
response to your text long enough to present. He chuckled nervously to himself.
He knew you had done it on purpose. He had told you when his presentation was,
and who it was after so you wouldn’t miss it. “I swear to god, Y/N. You’re
going to be the death of me,” he mumbled to himself as he pinched the bridge of
“Mr. Evans are you sure you’re
okay?” A stagehand asked nervously.
“Never been better!” He announced a little too
enthusiastically. Causing his co-presenter to jump beside me.
“Great… you are on in five….four…”
That was fine – he thought to himself – two could certainly
play this game and payback was going to be a bitch.
You were nervous. After your text you had never received a
response from Chris, but you were sure that he had saw it. Initially you had
laughed during his presentation. He seemed maybe just a little flustered – most
people wouldn’t have noticed, but most people hadn’t taken him to bed before
either. As you exited the limousine you looked around nervously – nearly jumping
out of your skin when a warm arm wrapped itself around your waist.
“Hey Babe,” he whispered into your ear – giving you a quick
peck on the cheek. You looked up at him and he graced you with one his dazzling
smiles. It was only when you really looked into his eyes that you realized he
had definitely seen the picture, had certainly reacted to it, and the game was
totally on. You swallowed hard – trying to bottle up your excitement as he
smirked at you while you walked towards the entrance of the venue. “Just for
the record,” he whispered – his beard tickling your ear – “I had to masturbate
in the bathroom during the Academy Awards, because of you.” He gave your ass a
quick slap which caused you to straighten up in surprise. You couldn’t help but
smirk back at him – this was certainly going to be a night to remember.
“Sebby!” Chris shouted as he waived Sebastian over to your
table. Sebastian said his hellos before taking a seat between Jeremy and Chris.
“What was up with you tonight?” Sebastian asked with a
smirk. His eyes seemed to twinkle with humor as he offered you a wink.
“What do you mean?” Chris asked as he tried his hardest to
keep a straight face – failing miserably.
“You seemed a little flustered is all,” Sebastian shrugged
as he laughed. “Can’t imagine what would cause Chris to lose his cool,” he
added to which Jeremy chuckled.
“I was a little distracted by something,” Chris added seriously
as he turned his gaze to you. You knew the more his friends joked the more you
were going to pay once you were alone with him.
You smiled shyly as you brought a glass of wine to your
lips. “I guess you need to work on that babe,” you shrugged before turning your
attention back to your conversation with Jeremy’s wife.
The following hours seemed uneventful – at least where Chris’s
revenge was concerned. You gushed over celebrities like Emma Stone, as he
politely introduced you – never taking his eyes off of you as you interacted
with his friends. Everyone continued to drink – the alcohol seemed endless.
Each time a bottle was finished at least two more arrived to replace it.
“Everyone should be dancing!”
Sebastian declared as he rose from his chair.
“Oh come on man,” Chris muttered as he shook his head. His
face was tinged pink from the amount of alcohol he had consumed. “I don’t know
if I can even stand right now,” he laughed.
“Y/N?” Sebastian asked as he offered you his hand. You took
it willingly looking over his shoulder to see Chris’s reaction. He was watching
you like a hawk – good.
You left the table with Sebastian hand-in-hand. Out of all
of Chris’s friends you liked Sebastian the best – probably because you had
known him before you had ever met Chris. “You are going to have hell to pay,”
Seb laughed as you danced against him.
“A girl can only hope,” you laughed as you smirked in Chris’s
direction. He was already rising from his chair – his eyes trained only on you
and his best friend.
“That didn’t take long,” Sebastian laughed as Chis meandered
his way through the crowd. As he neared Sebastian shouted, “She’s all yours,”
before laughing and walking back to the table where everyone else had stayed.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” Chris muttered
into your ear as he pulled you roughly into him. He placed his hands on your
hips –guiding them to grind into him as you felt his growing erection. “You
kill me,” he muttered breathlessly against your neck. You could feel the
wetness between your legs grow as he continued to harden against your contact.
The feeling caused you to let out a soft moan. “Oh do you like that,” he
whispered seductively into your ear.
“Yes,” you responded
breathlessly. “Chris, I…” but he cut you off.
“Follow me,” he demanded as he took your hand, guiding you
towards one of the many private bathrooms. Being a celebrity had its perks – at
least you had a room to yourself.
You sighed as Chris looked the bathroom door behind him. You
were ready. Ready for him to ravage every part of your body.
“Not so fast,” he chuckled as he pushed you gently onto the
couch – you never quite understood the need for couches in bathrooms, but for
once you were glad to have one. You pouted quietly as Steve took you in. “Now listen
here baby girl – you’ve been torturing me all night. Sending me that naughty picture
of you and grinding yourself up against my best friend. Now it’s my turn,” he
muttered softly as he slowly removed his tie. “Give me your hands,” he
commanded. You obeyed giving him your hands. He took them in his hands and tied
the velvet material around them securely. He spun you on the couch – making you
lay on it fully before raising your hands above your head. “These better not
move, do you understand me?” He asked. You nodded as you whimpered your assent.
You would do whatever he said if he would help the aching feeling between your
He smirked as he worked your dress up to your waist –
admiring a portion of the lingerie he had seen earlier in the picture. He
slowly planted kisses up your leg causing you to squirm uncontrollably. More
than anything you wanted to twist your fingers through his hair and you soon
found your hands moving from their position. “What did I say?” he asked calmly
as you placed your hands back above your head. “Good girl,” he hummed – kissing
your wet core through your panties. “I think we can get rid of these,” he
murmured against your skin as he worked your panties off. He gently circled his
thumb around your sensitive clit causing you to buck your hips. “Mmm, my
naughty girl. You’re so wet,” he remarked as he slid a finger inside of you
causing you to moan out his name. “That’s right baby, you’re mine,” he said fiercely
as he added another finger – pumping them in and out of you as you squirmed
with pleasure. You could feel your walls tightening at his touch and your moans
became louder. You didn’t care who heard you. “Not yet baby,” he whispered as
he removed his fingers.
“What?” Your head snapped forward at this. He couldn’t just
get you close and then stop. “Chris,” you whined as you tried to sit up. He
pushed you back gently with a smile before moving his face between your legs.
He smirked up at you before burying his face into you. As he lapped at your
wetness you moaned his name louder causing him to suck on your sensitive clit.
As you bucked your hips he slid a finger into you. His mouth and fingers were
too much – causing you to cum all over his face. He lapped away your orgasm –
causing more moans to fall from your mouth – before he broke away with a smirk.
His beard was glistening with the remnants of your pleasure which immediately
made you ready for round two.
“Stand up,” he demanded as he stood and offered you his
hand. You placed your bound ones in his and he helped you to your feet. “I want
you to bend over the sink,” he explained as he motioned over to the sink. You
did as he commanded – your bound wrists stinging softly as the velvet bit into
your soft flesh. You watched in the mirror as he removed himself from his pants
– stroking himself a few times before approaching you from behind. He lifted
your dress to your waist again before nudging your legs apart with his own. As
he slid into you fully you groaned. He began to thrust into you as he held on
to your hips tightly. “God – you are so tight,” he exclaimed as his thrusts
began to become more disjointed. You groaned as your body reacted to his
thrusts – you could feel your walls tightening again with the promise of a
glorious orgasm. When he began palming your sensitive clit you came undone
around him – your orgasm spurring his own. He stiffened as he filled you with
himself. He sighed softly into your hair as he kissed the back of your neck
affectionately before removing himself.
“So that’s what happens when I send you nudes when you’re at
the Oscars?” you asked with a laugh as you sat shakily on the couch.
“I guess so,” he chuckled as he plopped down beside you –
wrapping his arm around you and bringing your head to his shoulder.
“Well I guess I should do that
more often,” you shrugged as you both laughed.
“Oh hell,” Chris sighed as he
pinched the bridge of his nose.
“What is it?” you asked alarmed.
“Seb and I had a bet on who would have sex at an Oscars’
after party years ago. I never thought it would be me so I’ve given him hell
for years about it,” he grimaced.
“Well I guess it’s time to pay
up,” you chuckled as you both rose from the couch.
“It was worth every last fucking penny,” Chris responded as
he pulled you into him – planting a soft kiss on your lips.
Tags: (I tagged those of you that liked my initial post asking about this along with a few others)
Summary: You were already having a bad day, and then in walks Mr. Perfect and his best friend’s puppy. Oh, and he needs you to hurry because he’s got a blind date tonight, and he’s really nervous.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 2,993
Author’s Note: Do you know how long this has been in my drafts? Anyways, here’s more fluff. Sorry I’ve been the Ebeneezer Scrooge of fluff, but I can’t help it that I’m a cynical, angsty bitch who likes to make people suffer.
There were certain rules to being a veterinary technician.
Number one, waterproof mascara and eyeliner always! When the customer cries, you cry. Number two, carry a lint roller on you at all times; it’s best to get the pocket-sized one, because Mr. Twinkles sheds a lot! Number three, iron your scrubs! And it’s probably best to keep an extra pair in your car, because Mrs. Comier’s Jack Russell likes to pee on people.
Even though you knew these rules by heart, and you followed them every single day of your work-life, today was an exception. It was just one of those days that absolutely nothing- no matter how hard you tried- was going right. You were covered in fluffy cat hairs, Mrs. Comier’s Jack Russell peed on your leg twice, and you had run out of waterproof mascara; so when Mr. Langley brought in his thirteen year old Labrador to put her down, he cried, and so you cried, and in the end you looked like the raccoon that liked to sneak into the office dumpsters at closing.
Summary:“You can’t stop me from seeing
my own daughter.” + “You lost the right to see her when you walked out of our lives ten years ago.”
Warnings: angst, death (mention only)
A/N: so, this is my submission for ( @bladebarnes ) Blade’s 2k writing challenge, just gonna leave this here, before i go on my break! i really don’t know how this messed up idea came to my mind, but i hope it’s something new bc i wanted to save this prompt from being a total cliche so, yeah :) also, I made a little change in the second sentence, hope you don’t mind
“Y/N! That was terrible!” A voice hollered from
the other side of the gym.
You exhaled deeply, and brushed your hand across your
forehead, ridding your skin of the sweat that had accumulated there.
“Do it again!”
You slowly moved to the other side of the mat and poised
yourself at the start position. Taking a breath, you began running, before
planting your hands onto the ground. You pushed off the mat, turning in a round
off. Pressured, you moved into a high back hand spring before propelling
yourself into a double back sault. You instantly knew that you underestimated
your height as you spun. When you landed, your right foot hit the mat at a
different time to your left foot, making you stumble a little. You stabilised
yourself quickly, but your coach had already seen it.
“Not good enough, Y/N!” He yelled, walking
over, with his hands on his hips firmly.
He was wearing the same outfit he wore almost
everyday-red jacket, blue tracksuit, sunglasses and brown hair swooped back
slightly. To be perfectly honest, you thought he looked pretty hot in that
ensemble, but there was no time to think about that because he was criticising
you again, loudly.
You followed Sebastian into the large glass building. He lived in the penthouse loft at the top floor. It was exquisite. Dark mahogany lined the floors of the ivory colored walls. Windows lined the walls facing outward and you could see the entire city from the front door, mesmerized by the lights downtown. You noticed the curtains lining the windows were pushed back, allowing for more privacy if so wanted, but not like it was really needed on the top floor of this building. The furniture was mod-inspired but still relatively new. The furniture looked like it had barely been touched, it’s ivory-mocha blend color matching well in the loft.
A/N: Sorry this took so long birthday anons! I know it’s long past your birthdays but I hope you still enjoy the fic anyway! Also since these requests were so similar I decided to combine them.
You woke up early that morning as you prepared for the long
day ahead. Seb had promised to take you shopping and to lunch for your birthday
and your friends had planned an elaborate girls’ night out. You stood there
making pancakes as you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist and hot
breath fan over the back of your neck.
Summery: Modern-Day(AU) Bucky and you are former exes. He moved on but you couldn’t. Since you both are still friends, he asks you for a favor. You reluctantly agree, not thinking of the future consequences you’ll have to face. You just hope everything will go fine with your two best friends, Steve and Natasha by your side.
A/N: This part made me too emotional and I cried several times and I had to take breaks from writing it because damn, it was too much. So far, the best chapter I’ve contributed to this series, and I really hope you guys like it!
Also I love Tom and Jerry.
Please leave me some comments to read when I wake up in the morning, so that they make my day! lol, love me, I’m needy.
“What the fuck are you doin’ here!” You ran towards your best friend at full speed, knowing he can take your impact easily.
“Chris! I missed you!” Your voice was muffled by the neck of his Cap suit.
Chris kissed your hair, holding it flat with his large palm. His arm was wrapped around your waist, keeping you lifted off the ground, and stuck in his arms.
“I missed you too, Honeypot.”
You had flown down to surprise Chris while he shot Civil War in Atlanta. He’d been moaning for months about how he was so bored and homesick that you decided to shut him up. For a little bit, at least.
Setting you back on Earth, he bared a grin when whilst holding you away from his body. He was looking for any change to your appearance since he’d last saw you, which was five months ago. A lot can happen in five months, and Chris was always so diligent in knowing every detail of your face and appearance. He could spot your hair cut an inch shorter, or you wore a new outfit. It was nice to have a best friend who took notice in the effort you put into looking presentable.
“Well, what are you fuckin’ doin’ here? When’d you get in?” Chris slung one arm over your shoulder and guided you towards the crafts table, where a selection of decorous food was lying.
“Lisa ringed me the other week beggin’ me to take spring vacation to come visit you! I guess I was the only one fit to shut up your whining and begging.” Chris chuckled and nodded in acknowledgment. He knew he had been on the, rather, complaining side in his tone for the last few months. He just missed his family so much. He missed seeing Miles, Lucy, and Noah. He missed not being able to go to his parent’s house on Thursdays for spaghetti dinner.
“Like always, she was right. You are the only human being beside her that could make me feel like I’m home with just your presence.”
You felt so much love for your best friend, and now you felt even more. He was so sweet and benevolent in nature. He’d been that way since the day you met him, 26 years ago. He was just a scrawny 9 years old, terrified to go down the slide on the playground. You were an adventurous 8-year-old and told Chris he could hold your hand while going down the slide together. He agreed and ever since then you two have held each other’s hands through the worst of times and the best of times.
“It can’t be! No way!” Booming from across the lot, you saw Mackie waving his hands frantically at you while jogging over. There had been a companion with him, a brunette you had only heard about before. The brunette didn’t join Mackie when he ran over to you, though. He just set foot in a slow pace walk, almost looking uneager to meet the mysterious best friend of Chris’.
Anthony pulled you into a big hug when he finally reached you and Chris, both pigging out at the table of goodies. “Big Mack! How goes it?”
He shrugged nonchalantly, “Not too bad. Livin’ good down in A.T.L., aren’t we Evans?”
“You are, Mr. Life of The Party.” Anthony gawked at Chris and slapped his shoulder. “Don’t try and pretend that you ain’t out at the clubs, talkin’ to the ladies, now. We don’t wanna be tellin’ lies to our friends now do we?” You giggled at shook your head, turning back towards the donuts.
You held a chocolate glazed one to your mouth when you heard an unfamiliar voice from behind.
“I wouldn’t if I were you. Those have been baking in the sun for a good fifteen hours.”
Sebastian had his blue eyes cast towards you, with a warm smile upon his lips. Chuckling nervously, you agreed and laid the donut back on the tray.
“Thank you. Wouldn’t have wanted to catch food poisoning my first day here.” Sebastian just broadened his grin that, swear to god, was twinkling in the sunlight. He stuck out his hand and you met him halfway.
“Y/N. Chris’ best friend.”
Ever since that moment, you had been hooked to Sebastian Stan. Hopelessly, carelessly devoted to a man who didn’t even know you felt so much towards.
Summary: As an Amazonian warrior, you’re invited to Man’s World by Diana Prince. Ares, angered by the situation, decides to send an army, led by his son, to disrupt the peace. Will James be able to follow through, or will the Amazonians keep the peace?
Pairing:James ‘Bucky’ Barnes x Amazon!Reader
Word Count: 1317
Warnings: None (yet)
A/N: Update! I know it’s a slow burn with these chapters, but the build up is definitely worth it… (: || SoT masterlist
Summary: as Sebastian’s assistant you’re in control of almost every aspect of his life. Your relationship with him is friendly, however childish he can be sometimes. And when an accident happens on set, things get even more friendly.
There will be a part two!
“You know, this would be a lot easier if I’d have had my morning coffee..”
Sebastian’s voice trails and he looks at you, pushing out his lower lip in a pout. The make-up artist is still working on his hair, not to make it look better, but tousling it around messily. Other crew members are slicking up his left arm with lube to get him into the metal-looking arm that would complete the picture of Bucky Barnes.
You roll your eyes at him, he knows damn well there’s no time for coffee breaks.
“Yeah, I know, Mr Stan; but you wanted to sleep late, so: no coffee”
Request: Hi! Idk if your requests are open but imma go for it: can you please do a Sebastian Smythe x reader thing where they are secretly dating because she’s in the New Directions and they wouldn’t approve? But she is the one that gets hit by the rock salt slushee and he gets all worried? You can go off from there! Thanks
Word count: 1.678
A/N: Hi, sorry for the late post. I had no time in these weeks, unluckily. Anyways, I added some fluff at the end and I hope that you liked it. Honestly, I’m not happy how it turned out, but I had no clue on how to write it. I tried, though.
- G. x
Love is one of the most important things in your life. You’ve always dreamt of having a prince charming since you were still a little innocent child. You would always envy the Disney princesses and you would always ask your mum when was your prince charming going to arrive in your life. You were just so delightful at the thought of it and it caused you to be so thankful when your other half came into your life: Sebastian Smythe.
You loved the idea of having your boyfriend with you, but the situation became unbearable when the both of you had to hide your relationship from your friends. Sebastian and you were both in a glee club, The Warblers and New Directions. It was just a shame that the two of you went in two different schools and your groups are always in competition, of course.
Sebastian was the leader of the Warblers and he was the most hated member, of course. He was a competitive person and he loved to annoy his opponents, provoking them with his unnecessary insults and ironic stupid jokes.
You found it hard to hide your relationship from your friends, because you couldn’t ask them for any advices or you couldn’t tell them how your date with Sebastian went. Sebastian forced you many times to reveal them your secret relationship, but you knew that your friends would just separate the two of you and they would never approve it. You loved Sebastian, but you loved your friends too and you just didn’t know what to do.
“Hey, (Y/N)!” Kurt shouted your name and you finally turned your head to his side. “Finally, the others have already gone!” He rolled his eyes and you snorted for his actions. Kurt was your gay best friend and his mannerisms have always made you laugh, you never knew for what reason.
“Sorry.” You finally apologized when you stopped crying and laughing at the same time. He knew the reason why you were laughing and he threw you his empty water bottle, dodging it perfectly. “What is it?”
“The Warblers are already in the auditorium. Let’s kick their asses and get this chaos done.” You laughed at his intensions as you stood up from your chair and you walked towards Kurt.
“C’mon and kick their asses.” You agreed smiling, thinking that you will see Sebastian any time soon.
You walked through the auditorium arm-in-arm with Kurt and you started thinking of the mess your boyfriend’s group creating once again. They were competing against your group at the regionals, but then you found out that both of the groups had the idea of doing a Michael Jackson song. Probably it was your fault, because you left your papers lying around your house messily, but there’s no way you are telling you them that fact.
“Oh, hey losers.” Your cheeky boyfriend looked at you and your best friend as you entered the auditorium. Kurt rolled his eyes once again and you gave him a playful death glare, him trying not to let out a laugh.
“Shut up, idiot.” Santana blurted out. “I think it’s time that I show you a little Lima Heights hospitality.”
“Unless you want to join your relatives in prison, that’s probably not the best idea.” He flashed her a flirty smirk and Santana crossed her arms furiously.
“Smythe, shut your filthy mouth.” You seriously said to him as you went near the auditorium stage. He crossed the line with that offense and he just rolled his eyes, letting you know that the fun has just started. “So why can’t we start fixing this mess?” You stood in the middle of the stage, having Sebastian behind you.
“I demand satisfaction in Warbler tradition.” Sebastian courageously challenged your group.
“Then let’s have a dual.” Kurt sassily answered Sebastian.
“Alright.” Sebastian confidently said, annoying your group members even more.
“We aren’t scared, Warblers.” Artie said as he rolled his wheels forward, nearing himself on the stage.
“You really think you’re that bad?” Sebastian smirked once again. “Is that what they teach you at that little public school of yours?”
“Let’s get it on.” Blaine then butted in, not minding what Sebastian has said, as the members of both groups went on the stage. People were divided in two big groups as the beat of Michael Jackson’s Bad started to be heard.
New Directions started to sing and dance with the Warblers and you didn’t mind that Sebastian dropped hints of you being together during your performance, also because your friends were busy on showing their best.
The most of the time, you were looking at your boyfriend’s eyes and you wanted to hug him in the middle of the song. You wanted to stop this battle between your group, because it was hard to pretend that you both hated each other and Sebastian needed to moderate his words, because he really offended people with his sass.
You then lost Sebastian’s gaze, realizing that Kurt pulled you further and he blocked your way from Sebastian. You knew that he noticed the tension between you and Sebastian and he tried to protect you, even though you knew that Sebastian would never hurt you.
You then noticed Sebastian taking out a large white paper cup from a brown paper bag. You corrugated your forehead and you started to walk fast towards him, bumping people when you needed to. You knew that Sebastian could play dirty sometimes and you wanted to stop whatever his plans were.
“(Y/N)!” You heard Kurt shouting, but suddenly the song’s beat faded and you felt a cold and stinging liquid running down your face.
You shouted for pain and sting that you were feeling on your face.
“(Y/N)!” Your friends shouted your name.
You were about to fall on the ground, when you felt two familiar strong arms catch your weak body. You couldn’t see anything and you heard nothing, except for your sharp shouts.
“Fuck, Smythe!” You then heard Kurt, anger in his voice.
“You’re paying for this, Smythe.” You heard Santana’s sassiness. The next thing you heard was that your friends were blaming Sebastian because of what happened.
“Quiet, losers!” You then heard your boyfriend’s loud voice. “(Y/N), are you okay?”
“I can’t see and my face stings, Smythe!” You bitterly answered him. How could he ask a question like that when he obviously knew the answer?
“I am sorry,” You sensed the sadness and the regret from his voice. “it was my fault.”
“I knew it was yours, douche.” You answered him sassily, still bearing with the pain.
“Can you open your eyes?” It was Artie’s voice.
“No, don’t! It had rock salt in it.” Sebastian worriedly answered. You felt him wiping your sticky cheeks and you felt cold when the ice went inside your shirt. Your face was still stinging but the pain was bearable than before. “I’m really sorry.”
“You better be, Fievel.” I then felt someone’s hands held my forearm. “Let her go now.”
“No, I’m bringing her to the hospital,” Sebastian protested. “Whether you like it or not.”
“You hurt her.” Santana fought back, still having her hands holding your forearm. “She’s not safe with you.”
“It wasn’t meant for her, it was meant for your loser friend, Kurt.” Sebastian replied harshly. While your friends and your boyfriend were busy on discussing of what happened, you silently thought of how everything happened. The insults that your boyfriend was receiving from your friends just flew across your ears.
“Seb, I am cold.” You suddenly felt cold and you tightened your grip on your boyfriend’s arms. You felt him wrapping his arms around your cold body and you enjoyed the warm temperature that his body gave you, as you heard your friends commenting of how you called him and, obviously, for his gesture.
You were angry at Sebastian for his stupid and brainless actions, but you knew that he was regretting it and it wasn’t meant for you. He did something wrong, of course, and you are not tolerating him once you get better, but he was by your side, worrying. He cared for you and you knew that he always did, even after all those playful insults he told you in front of your friends.
“I’m bringing you to the hospital now, mon bébé.” You massacred your lower lip with your white teeth when you heard how he called you in front of your friends. “Don’t worry, okay?”
“Mon bébé?!” Your friends shouted in unison.
“Oui, mon bébé!” Sebastian confirmed that you two were in a relationship and you heard your friends talking about it. You then felt Sebastian carrying you in a bridal style, assuming that he was finally bringing you to the hospital.
“I’m sorry, love.” You heard him say, noises weren’t heard anymore as the cold breeze of the outside air hit your freezing cold body.
“Asshole.” You playfully insulted him and you laughed afterwards.
“Okay, I deserved that.” He let out a giggle as he put you on his car’s passenger seat.
“You better know it.” You pouted and he let out another giggle.
“Stay still.” You did what he told you to do and you heard the car’s door slammed.
“I love you, (Y/N)!” He sweetly said as he caressed your sweet and red cheeks.
“You’re not buying my love just like that, Smythe, even though you’re worrying for me.” You didn’t hear him talk for awhile, but then you laughed out loud. “You’re in serious troubles.”
“I know.” He shortly answered.
“And I love you too.” You then smiled at him and you felt his warm lips touched your sticky and sweet forehead.
“I know that too.” You both snorted as he started his car.
You knew that Sebastian was an asshole, but you loved him just like that. He never meant to hurt you, but whenever he did, even though it was an accident, he was always by your side and he will never leave you, not even after he accidentally revealed your secret relationship.
Summary: (Modern-Day AU) In which a five youngsters come to know how important it is to live your life to the fullest, leave an imprint of every single moment you’ve lived on your heart, because you’re given the chance to live only once. [Movie AU]
Word Count: 2655
Pairing: Bucky x Reader (female)
Genre: RomCom (a wee bit of drama)
Warnings: drama, you know - the usual
Author’s Note: imagine Nat as a mouthy, corporate stoke broker… yeah that’s what she is, y’all. also, there’s more of Nat and little bit of Reader and Bucky in this part. but bare with me, it will all happen soon.
also, this gif of Nat is so breathtaking asdfghjkl
HANG ON, NEXT PART WE’RE GOING TO SPAIN, ‘KAY?
(@minervaem you actual sunshine thank you for being my beta reader)
1: “Its midnight! Where the hell were you?” 2: “Pack your shit and go. Get the fuck out of my sight!”
This was a normal routine recently. Him disappearing in the evening and wouldn’t make it until in middle of the night, when his lovers head would already be resting on his side of the bed. Snuggled up in one of his overly sized plain shirts. Lace panties, a noiseless signal of what could have happened the night if he had just shown up.
Hair done just the way she knew he adores, clipped and sprayed in place. With a bare face, because she finally felt at peace with the fact he loves her without it. Because him constantly assuring her that he loves her without anything, had finally jammed through the crakes in between her skull to her brain.
And yet he was a no show, even after the countless texts sent his way to remind him of the special day, the special day that she had organized to the last nano second. Dinner, followed by a movie she knew he loved- even tho she could count a hundred and three other things to do then watch it- with wine trailing behind, which would only of course lead to them together in their shared room.
She even texted Chris, to make sure Chris knew of their plans and wouldn’t bombarded them with surprise plans- she knew Sebastian couldn’t decline an offer from one of his brothers he only got to see on rare occasions. She was always his second choice, probably always would be…
Her soft hiccups echoed throughout the four walls, it wasn’t her fault they had drifted apart. Work, work just got in the way. It wasn’t her fault Sebastian had to take Elizabeth to the banquet as his date and not his girlfriend, because work had kept her three hours extra. It wasn’t her fault Sebastian had decided that praising some other women’s cooking then her owns, she never had that much time to cook for him, not that she should be forced… it wasn’t her fault.
She turned around, sleeping on her back. Her pupils drifted from one figure on the wall to the next, she needed a distraction. Something to take her mind off of him.
She stood up, walking with a pitter patter rhythm to the master bathroom.
Washing her face, she dried it with the paper towels perched up in its place, before walking out to the kitchen. She at least needed to get something in-
She froze in place, all the blood in her body going raw. Sebastian was opening the lock. Not knowing how to confront him, she bolted it back to their bed room, but it was too late. Sebastian had already opened the door.
“Hey beautiful.” He whispered, probably because the next door neighbors had filed the second noise complaint. “What are you still doing up?” He asked, carelessly taking his combat boots off, then his coat followed suite. He ran his fingers through his hair when he turned around meeting his lovers eyes.
“Hey,” She croaked, she didn’t know what to do. He had basically stood her up and didn’t seem quite bothered by it.
“I’m so thirsty.” He complained walking into the open kitchen, coming to a slow stop once he saw the dinner table transformed into a five star restaurant. The table was covered in red cloth, the decorative design looked like it was hand picked, as the edges were half circles with a red candle melted half way through, two plates that were filled to the brim with food now half eaten, as well as forks and dull knifes sat parallel to each other- albeit had some food particles decorating the silverware. Wine glass and half drunk bottle nestled into a woven basket. “What’s this?” He asked, turning around pointing to the set table.
“Anthony came over and we just… yah.” She lied, her words strained and forced. “He was loads of fun.” She continued, memories of her stress eating the food came flooding her mind.
“You cooked for Anthony?” Was the only thing to come out from between his chapped lips. As he turned around. A glass of water forgotten. “You’ve never cooked anything for me-”
“Why are you-?” She choked, her voice weary.
“What else happened,” Rubbing his hand over his face, Sebastian moved closer to (Y/N) her warm brown chocolate orbs stared right back into his dusty royal blue ones.
“Nothing.” She answered curtly.
“Nothing?” Sebastian scoffed, giving her a one over, his white plain shirt giving him perfect view of her red lace bra and panties, “Nothing?” He repeated, more aggressively. “Nothing?” He chanted, grabbing his shirt and pulling it up harshley to take a glimpse of her panties- just in case his mind was playing tricks on him. “Nothing?” He questioned, letting her shirt go, she stepped back in fear. He was a big man, wide and muscular, anything he did when he was angry had always sparked fear under her heart.
“I said nothing Sebastian!” She hollered back, pushing him away from her as he advanced to get closer to her.
“Nothing? That half eaten bread says something happened!” He pointed to where he would only assume Anthony had sat and eaten, “Those half filled wine glasses sure say something happened.” He laughed bitterly, running his hand through his hair walking back and forth trying to adjust to the news. “Hey, come back here I’m not done talking to you!” Sebastian wolfed, walking past his retreating girlfriend. “I said-”
“Its midnight! Where the hell were you?” Sporting an angry voice didn’t only seem fit for Sebastian. She whipped around, her voice and breathing raised an octave.
“Its midnight! Where the hell were you?” She repeated, he stood star struck, why was she angry with him? His girlfriend just had dinner in his apartment without his knowledge- and god knows what they did together alone.
“I was out with Elizabeth-”
“Of course you were.”
“The hell are you complaining about, you had dinner with one of my friends-”
“Your an eye sore.” She complained, “Pack your shit and go. Get the fuck out of my sight!” Like that the young brunet walked faster to their shared apartment, going strait into their closet and pulling a change of cloths for him. “Come back tomorrow for the rest.”
“You do realize that this is MY apartment…” Sebastian barked, pushing his spare cloths back on the ground from her hands.
“Fine then I’ll leave.” She answered. Pushing his large frame away from her. If anything, the man before her gave her an unsettling feeling at the moment. She had never felt unsettled around Sebba. As a matter of fact, she always found refuge in between his open arms, and solace when their lips molded together.
Pulling her back, Sebastian glared into her eye, “The hell happened with Anthony?” Seb roared while shaking her shoulders with each of his words.
“Nothing you idiot!” She slapped him away from her, shoving him to the side, “Because I lied. Anthony was never here! That dinner table was set for your sorry ass, but no, Sebastian Stan was way two busy hitting it off with Elizabeth Olson.” She grabbed her phone and wallet from table beside the door. Quickly shutting it once she grabbed her slippers and ran down the stairs. Sebastian hot on her trails.
“(Y/N)!” Sebastian chocked, as he tried to run after her. “It’s not what you think,” he whispered, watching as her retrieving figure disappear into the shadows of his apartment complex.
“-What about your relationship, how’s (Y/N), I believe that’s her name right?” The press never had proof that she was real, that she really was dating the Sebastian Stan. They only knew her when Sebba would accidentally let a few words slip without having much time to think about them.
“She’s doing fine,” He rubbed his thighs before looking back at the reporter.
“Is she watching you right now?”
“I doubt it.” Stan laughed, thinking of other things you could possibly be doing by now.
“How would your cast describe your relationship?” The reported pressed, leaning the mike to Elizabeth who was practically giving it away that she knew something.
“Just last week he bought her a promise ring!”
“Elizabeth, please don’t-”
"She wouldn’t mind,“ Olson assured shushing Sebastian up. "He bought her this infinity blue gem promise ring, we had to spend days together to just find the right one.”
“Wow, your really serious.” The male reported chuckled. Looking back at Olson, as she nodded her head like crazy.
“You wouldn’t even believe it.” She continued on, “We’ve been ring shopping for almost two months now!” Elizabeth giggled, “I’m surprised she didn’t think something happened.” Olson nudged Sebastian to the side, “Don’t you want to say something to her?”
“Uh…” He broke under pressure. Especially if one of them was a lie he kept from all his crew members. It’s almost been a week since she disappeared on him. No trace no nothing. He texted about a hundred times a day, left voice mails endlessly. Even tried to call her mother, but apparently she didn’t pick up. As if matters couldn’t be worse, when he drove the eight hour road to go to her moms place, the new owner of the home said the former people who lived here had moved out a month ago prier to this day. “Call me,”
“Well, this is all we have for you, up next Chris Evan-” The TV went dead silent, a small mist of a rainbow left as the residue of colorful screen turned off. She looked behind her, her mother bringing a cup of coffee.
“So, how’s Sebastian?” Her mama asked, sipping her tea. “I’m really sad he couldn’t make it.” Her mom grumbled. “Was really looking to see him again, such a sweetheart.”
“Yeah,” The young lady sighed. Grabbing her phone and going to one of the many missed phone calls he had left. “He’ll be here soon.”
“Oh I hope, dear.”
The next ones are going to come out sooner :)
this was requested by @iadorenewtmas im so sorry for the long ass wait, i hope this met your needs. tell me otherwise.
Pairings/Characters: Bucky Barnes x
Reader, Steve Rogers
Warnings: TWS Bucky,
Summary: No one knew how
they used to control The Winter Soldier back in the day but Steve thinks he has
finally found it.
Word Count: 2613
A/N: I missed writing
so I finished this and I hope it’s alrightttt! Thank you for being patient as
fuck while I’m on my hiatus and HOLY FUCK THANK YOU FOR 700+ READERS!!!!!! Thank you so much to @stevette60 for requesting this awesome fic!
A/N: I haven’t done a one shot in awhile, so I hope you all enjoy this weekend treat.
We’ve all seen the photo set of Sebastian’s latest workout routine.
This story is about what happens after one of those intense workouts.
It was a little after 5am when I became aware of his movements throughout the bedroom. This has become his routine, which is now my routine. These early morning and break of dawn excursions with his trainer will be his life for the next three months as he continues to build muscle mass for the upcoming marvel film.
He kisses me on the forehead and said something to the effect of us going out for dinner tonight or staying in and he’ll cook dinner, I can’t tell you what he actually said because my body and mind was physically spent after his late night and early morning sexcapades that kept me in a lucid lull for most of the night, while he slept soundly.
During the week I would usually join him at least once or twice at the gym, but it was the freaking weekend and I deserved to sleep in, which was why I didn’t emerge from beneath the covers until about 6:30am. I began my morning routine, which included a twenty minute meditation session, an hour of yoga and a large cup of Earl Grey.
It was a little after 8:15a when my phone vibrated, I didn’t see the message until about 8:30a, as I was wrapping up my morning yoga on the balcony of our apartment. With a large cup of tea in front of me I sat at the kitchen island and looked at my phone that had two new messages from Sebs. I opened the text and an insatiable ache travelled from my apex straight to my inner thighs.
8:16a Just finished my workout, it was a hard one (pun intended) 🍆😚
8:35a How hard?
8:37a Oh, babe. It was a solid, take no prisoners, can’t catch your breath, sweat pouring from every pore type of workout. Every muscle is throbbing.
8:37a I hateeee you. 😐
8:40a Lol, c u when I get home.
He doesn’t respond, the bastard left me on read.
I could call him, but I know what game he’s playing and I refused to be ensnared, so instead I finished my tea and went into the living room and started a Spotify playlist that blared loudly throughout the speaker system. I went into the bathroom and turned on the shower, I pulled my shirt over my head and gazed into the mirror.
All of these extra workouts have given him more energy than he knows what to do with, so he expels that energy on my body that is covered in bite marks, black and blue bruises on my inner thighs, rug burns on my knees, a swollen bottom lip from his volcanic kisses, chaffed wrists where his ties have held me securely to the bed post or a furniture and other unexplainable scratches.
I smirked when I thought about the state his back and chest was currently in, both had everything from teeth marks, welts and scratches running from the nape of his neck, across his shoulders down his back and on his backside. These past weeks have been fucking unbelievable, pun intended. We are both surprised that I haven’t gotten pregnant yet because we have been fucking reckless because we are fucking reckless.
Twenty minutes later I emerged from the shower to see him standing there naked with a massive hard on. His eyes are dark and menacing as we both gaze at each other not sure who would move first as the water dripped down my body and pooled around my feet. A sultry smile spreads crosses his lips as my body began to tremble in anticipation of what is about to come.
He crosses the room in two long strides and didn’t waste another second as he rubs his thumb across my lips. He steps closer to me as his fingers trailed from my lips to my neck. He leans into my ear and the heat from his breath on my neck sunk deep into my pores as he kisses me lightly.
“Sebastian,” I breathe as he continued to kiss every inch of my neck until I began panting for more.
The hunger I felt earlier when he sent the photo was now ravenous as his tongue darted to my nipples, devouring them with a vengeance; a guttural sound escapes my throat as he peeks up at me, his blue eyes salacious, his need burning and mirroring my own. He steps into me and I stepped back as we did a slow dance that led us back into the shower. He turned the knobs and the water came out full forced, pounding against his back, he spun me around and pinned me to the adjacent wall.
He gets down on his knees.
His head between my thighs was delicious; seeing his hair bobbing between my legs was more than enough to drive me to a well needed orgasm.
“Sebastian.” I cooed as I grabbed his hair as the sensation rippled through my legs, skin, and the core of my existences. I briefly floated into nothingness as I felt the heat of his mouth on my own, his semi-hard cock, now pressed firmly against my stomach. He lifted my leg and hooked it over his arm that supported most of my weight. He squeezed my ass and rubbed his throbbing cock at my opening, my eyes clamped shut as I waited for that moment when his pillar would break through my brimming well.
“Look at me,” he said softly.
My eyes slowly met his and his thrust unbounded the screams in my throat. “Sebastian! Oh, God!” I grabbed a hold of a patch of thick muscles by his arm as he found his rhythm. The bottom of my belly unhinged itself falling away into the unknown as the orgasm prickled throughout my skin.
“No, not yet.” He hissed, pulling out his member, showing me how it glistened with my essences.
“Put it back in.” I begged.
But he ignored my pleas and stood me on my weakened legs that gave out as soon as he released me. He caught me and we both collapsed on the floor. I shook uncontrollably as my body teeters on the cliff waiting impatiently to be tossed over into bliss. My skin was inflamed and raw to the touch, the slightest sensation would turn my body to ash only to flake away into the oblique void of space.
My eyes welled with tears, “please, Sebastian.” I nearly cried.
He interlocked his fingers with my own over my head as his tongue swirled around my nipples, he blew softly on them and the blood rushed to my ears deafening me, he guides himself within my dripping walls and I squeezed his hands as he filled me to the hilt.
“Yes, that’s it.” He whispered in my ear.
My voices falters, “No, no, stop, please.” I pleaded arching my back as I felt the tension in my body as I ascended to an unknown height only to be dragged out to the darkened sea with each rhythmic thrust. He continues this torturous motions, each ascension bringing me closer to the brink only to have him slow down and then start up again, each thrust pulled me down further into the darken euphoric abyss.
He kisses my neck, “let go.”
“Se-bas-tian.” I moaned into his neck. His thrust became manic as he slammed into me repeatedly. Rapture fused itself with my being and together we cease to exist.
Null and void.
Post Note: Okay, now that I got that out of my system I can focus on the next chapter of Convergence. Enjoy your weekend sexy people.
WARNINGS: language and a little angst, and some FLUFFFFFF! for like .2 seconds lol
AUTHOR’S NOTE: reminder: both reader and bucky are now in college. reader is 20 and Bucky 22. thought i would point that out just in case anyone was wondering lol
Bucky raced to Dot’s
house right after he left the coffee shop. He was feeling nervous,
his stomach and heart racing. Part of it being the strong coffee and
the fact that he was going to break up with Dot. What Peter had told
him back at the shop was stuck in his head on a loop. We aren’t
even together anymore.
He parked outside
the fancy apartment complex Dot currently lived in and jumped out of
his truck. He looked up at the sudden dark sky as the clouds began to
gather above him. Bucky cursed himself. He had forgotten all about
the storm that was going to happen later that afternoon.
Summary: (Modern-Day AU) In which a five youngsters come to know how important it is to live your life to the fullest, leave an imprint of every single moment you’ve lived on your heart, because you’re given the chance to live only once. [Movie AU]
Word Count: 3113
Pairing: Bucky x Reader (female)
Warnings: little drama b/w reader and you know who ;)
Author’s Note: y’all this is the fastest update i’ve ever made in 57 years lolololol
also, idk jackshit about Spanish so feel free to correct me ;)
things are going to get started from the next part, the so called incident will be disclosed, but for now there’s some spice!! let me know your thoughts!