If I was going to only watch a sport because the athletes are attractive I wouldn’t choose one where they are covered from head to toe the entire time and the only thing I see is their helmet, gloved hands, and shoes for well over an hour
Bucky had decided that it would be a good way to spend a free weekend with marathon sex, but he did not mention that he’d be forcing one orgasm after the other out of you. Emptied water bottles on the ground, empty plates were on the bedside drawers, Bucky continued to rock into you. There was no sound other than your loud moans, sometimes screams, and the rhythmic sound of headboard hitting the wall: thump, thump, thump.
Im going to assume we're talking regular mafia and not dark so here we go.
See with Mafia!Bucky you can do no wrong in his eyes. Everything and he means everything revolves around you.
He's stopped international business meetings to check on you. You know his business inside and out, you hold the keys to the kingdom.
And after the incident were you were taken from him, every criminal from high class art thieves to bank robbers know you can't be touched. Not after what he did to get you back.
The guy at the coffee shop was rude to you, oh doll say no more, he's already taking care of it.
Had a bad day? He's going to make it better, one in-house spa day later or maybe a private getaway just the two of you.
And in bed.
He's a beast in bed. Stamina for hours. He could live between your legs, eating you out until your shaking and whimpering. He likes to handcuff only one hand to headboard,it makes it easier for him to flip you around. And he loves to chase you, likes the little bit of fight and loves when you scratch up his back.
His men are used to you cockwarming him during meetings. And you love the way he has you wrapped around his waist, stretching you, his finger lazily rubbing your clit while he orders his men around and handles business.
When you're good, he'll tease you with his ring, dragging it back and forth across your bud, not even bothering to muffle your moans while he orders a hit on the guy who tried to steal from him. He loves for people to hear you scream his name, "louder, doll"
When you're bad, he'll edge until he believes you're sorry. "Aw, what's that you wanna cum, only good girls get to cum, now beg and I'll think about it"
But he can't stay mad at you for too long, he's weak for you and doesn't give a damn who knows.
Mafia!Steve on the other hand, oh he's a little more mean, well not to you
He protects you with everything he has, you have no idea about the five bodyguards that protect you. You thought it was only Clint and Arthur.
You don't even know about the time some gang tried to kidnap you, Steve will never let you find out about that or what he did to them. He wants you to feel safe in his world.
You hate and love shopping with him. You look at anything for more than a second, he's already bought it. If you try to stop him, he'll just have it sent to the house after you leave the store.
Now his favorite thing is to fuck you in public, biting and sucking hickeys on every inch of skin.
He's more possessive and he knows you rile up him by letting others get a little too close to you but he doesn't mind.
He loves to punish you, something about you gagging around his cock with tears streaming down your face makes him feral.
But his favorite position is to have you on all fours in front of a mirror, so he can watch you fall apart. When you ride him, he makes you look at his cock disappearing in your body telling you that he's proud of how you can handle all of him, you belong to him and that tight little pussy will only get wet for him.
Summary: Peter gets a great idea and Sam uses it as an opportunity to give you and Bucky a nudge in the right direction… :D
Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club Lucky in Love Celebration and day 20: opportunity. I got this super fun and perfect ask from a lovely anon! Thank you and hope you enjoy! Thank you all so very much for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤ Divider by the lovely @imerdwarf
Warnings: super fluffy fun, smiles, a kiss :)
THIS IS SPOILER FREE! No spoilers here! :)
Gif by @james-bucky Thank you!
Lucky in Love Masterlist
“Oh, come on Mr. Stark! It’ll be so fun! And you can do a whole PowerPoint on your favorite music or your best inventions or even one of Pepper. She would love that!” Peter pleads.
How about mob! Seb and the kid of the police chief! reader
OKAY but this is a mf-ing concept!!!
alright so your dad is the chief and you and Mob!Seb are having a secret relationship
your dad doesn’t know anything about it, obviously and it’s kind of thrilling for you to be going out with the town’s notorious bad guy while being a cop’s daughter
maybe that’s what makes your relationship exciting
your dad was a strict man, and you still lived with your parents, plus you had a curfew
so Seb would always park his car near your street, waiting for you to sneak out of the house so he can take his girl for a drive or spend some time together at his place later in the night
he’d wait for you, leaning against his expensive car and his smile getting bigger and bigger when you got closer.
“There she is, my babygirl! I missed you so much all day, you have no idea!” he’d mumble against your skin as he hugs you tight.
having to meet in secret and keep your relationship hidden made each moment you spent together much more exciting
he had started getting cocky in bed as well;
“Bet your daddy doesn’t know you call me daddy too, huh?”
“Look at you, you’re my personal little slut, aren’t you babygirl?”
“You’re my dirty little secret, aren’t you?”
Or on nights when he just can't help himself, he'd sneak up into your room while your dad was out working late, or fast asleep
And he'd fuck you good in your bed;
Placing his hand on your mouth to keep you quiet while he pounds into you
"shh, don't wanna get caught now, do we babygirl?"
okay but mob!seb would spoil the hell out of his girl
to a point where it became hard for you to hide all the money and the gifts he gave you almost daily.
designer bags and shoes
endlessly shopping trips
cash
jewelry
a necklace with his last name on it which you had to hide under your shirts all the time
you’d hear your dad and his mates talking about your boyfriend often, and whenever they got a lead on him, you’d text him to let him know so he can watch out for the cops.
“marry me” Seb would tell you often, while in bed
or while driving around the city at night
or while eating junk food in his kitchen late at night
you’d always laugh and tell him, “My dad will kill you.”
and he’d just chuckle and reply with “Let’s run away then.”
you’d then tell him that your dad would shoot you if you ever did
“Well, that leaves me no choice but to steal you away from your dad.” he’d say, leaning in to kiss you.
you’d laugh and tell him he’s crazy.
“I’ll make you mine one day though baby, don’t you worry.” he’d kiss you again, as though sealing his promise.
“Hmm sure babe, sure. Drop me home for now, before my dad kills us both.”
hi! can i request a sebastian smut? (if u don’t write for him it can be with bucky) where reader and him are kinda drunk and they get home and just do lazy drunk love haha
Drunk off you
Pairings: Sebastian Stan x f!reader
Warnings: 18+ smut, mentions of drinking, lazy sex, implied cockwarming
Summary: You and Sebastian are tipsy and in desperate need of each other
a/n: of course honey...hope you enjoy 😌
Drunken giggles were passed into each other’s mouths.
Sebastian had you pressed against his apartment door before he’d even unlocked it. “Seb,” you laughed, dodging another attack from his lips, “Open the door!” Huffing, he chewed on his bottom lip while focusing on sticking his key in the lock.
A triumphant grin spread across his face when he managed to unlock the door, you helped him get it open before pulling him inside by his collar.
Seb’s mouth was back on yours instantly while he kicked the door shut, already working on shrugging his jacket off. You kissed him back, pulling your own jacket off and letting it drop at your feet. Your hands found the side of his face, slightly squishing his cheeks while you slid your tongue into his mouth. Your tongues rolled, mixing the drinks you’d had earlier at the bar. Moaning into each other’s mouth, Seb’s arms snaked around your body to hug you close to him making his warmth seep through your clothes and you yearn for more.
You kissed him feverishly, pushing your body further against his. Sebastian stepped back, steadying himself as he happily took on your added weight, tightening his hold on your waist. Your heads were tilting side to side as you tried to explore every inch of your mouths, teeth occasionally clashing tugging smiles onto your connected lips.
Seb’s hands left their spot on your back to hold your face, gently pulling your lips apart to suck in a breath. You did the same, panting while you looked up into his dilated pupils.  “Baby,” Sebastian sighed, dragging his fingertips down the side of your neck, sending tingles across your body. “Sebby...” You copied his tone causing him to chuckle, “Want you.”
You took a few steps back, biting your lip and pushing the straps of your jumpsuit off your shoulders, you shimmied, making the garment slip down your body and pool at your ankles. “Yeah, baby?” Sebastian groaned, beginning to rid himself of his own clothes while you worked on your underwear.
Once you were both stripped, he walked towards you with a shit-eating grin. His warm hands gripped the back of your thighs to hoist you up into his arms. You squealed when you were raised into the air, giggling in your tipsy state. You help onto Sebastian’s shoulders, dipping your head down to drag your tongue across the skin of his neck while he walked you both to your bedroom, sighing whenever you grazed a sweet spot.
Seb stumbled at the foot of your bed, falling forward and trapping you under his weight when you both hit the mattress. His face hovered inches above yours, breaths mingling as you both panted. The mood changed, like everything around you slowed and it was just you and Sebastian.
You felt drunk. Not off the alcohol you’d previously consumed but from Seb. His warmth and his scent made your head spin and all you wanted at that moment in time...was him.
Holding onto him, Seb rolled you both onto your sides, facing each other. Biting your bottom lip, you reached in between your bodies to grip his hardening cock, he groaned lowly, resting his forehead to yours.
You hooked your leg over Seb’s waist, shuffling closer to guide his cock to your heat, running his tip through your slick folds causing sighs to fall from both of your lips. “Seb...”
His arms held you flush against his chest, “I gotchu baby,” he whispered, slowly pushing his hips forward to slide his length into your core. You moaned as he settled inside you. Feeling full your walls clenched while your hips circled, grinding against him.
Sebastian dragged his cock out, leaving only the tip still sheathed by your walls, soon thrusting gently back, yearning for the heat of your cunt. Your eyes fluttered close, forehead still pressed to his while you found a steady rhythm.
You ground your hips, meeting every lazy thrust from Sebastian while his soft grunts filled your ears. You were clinging to him, a layer of sweat forming over your skin. Seb moved his arm under your head for you to use his bicep as a makeshift pillow, tilting your head up slightly.
He slanted his open mouth onto yours. Not kissing you, just resting there while you both panted and moaned through shared breaths. Sebastian shifted his waist closer to you in between thrusting, causing his cock to angle so his tip nudged the spongey place inside you. Seb was aware of the high pitched gasp you let out so he repeated the action, sliding as deep as possible with each slow thrust to stimulate your most sensitive spot.
It caused your walls to rhythmically squeeze his length each time he bottomed out pulling constant throaty moans out of him. “Baby...” he sighed, a warning that he was close.
“Uh-huh” With a small whimper, you reached down to press your fingertips on your clit, circling your nerves in time with your hips to wind the coil in your stomach faster. It didn’t take long for you to reach your high, mumbling against his lips, “Seb, m’close, m’close...”
Sebastian nodded as best he could, “Let go, baby.” After one last grind of your hips, you let yourself fall over the edge, whining softly while your toes curled.
The harsher clenching of your walls triggered Sebastian’s orgasm, “I’m coming, I’m coming baby!” His grip tightened around you, holding you as close as possible, you felt his abs seizing against your stomach while he spilt into you.
You hummed at the feeling of your cunt milking his cock, pulling every drop of hot cum out of him. Your fingers slowed to a stop on your clit while you felt some of your mixed juices sliding out of your core and onto your thigh.
You watched Seb’s furrowed brow soften as he came down from his high, wincing slightly when your still pulsating walls gripped his sensitive cock. As your breathing returned to normal, you brought your hand up to slide your fingers into his fluffy hair, playing with his locks and causing a lazy smile to spread across his face.
“Let’s just stay like this for a couple of hours,” Sebastian pressed a kiss to your forehead before wrapping both his arms gently around you, still nestled inside your heat. You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck and let your eyes close, fingers continuing to run through his hair. “Okay but just for a couple hours,” you chuckled against his skin, “Then a shower cause we’re gross.”
Seb hummed, dragging his hands over your back, “Whatever you say, baby...”
Summary: You and Bucky share a dance that lasts a lifetime.
Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club Lucky in Love Celebration and day 5: Chance. I am such a sucker for soft romantic 1940s Bucky Barnes so here it is. Thank you all so very much for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤ My lovely divider is by @imerdwarf
Warnings: soft and sweet romantic fluff, small angst
The song ends and you grab the hand of your friend, dragging her away from the mass of people and toward the drinks. Looking over the rim of your glass you scan your surroundings, giggling when your eyes land on the same baby blues from earlier.
How do you think Lee or any of your characters will react to an ugly reader (like me)?
Ugly reader? I'm sorry but I've never heard of such a thing. I don't think I know anyone in this world I would term ugly based on appearance. You, my lovely, gorgeous anon are beautiful and I will not stand for anyone calling you ugly, not even yourself.
You wanna know how the boys will react to you? Read on.
Steve Rogers: The moment he hears you call yourself ugly he stops what he's doing and just looks at you. He frowns, looking almost confused as he gazed at you. He takes your hand and pulls you into his massive chest, brushing your hair back so he could see you clearly.
"Ugly? You? The girl who shines so bright she lights the world around her, you're calling her ugly? Who gave you the right to talk about my best girl like that eh? No one compares to you, not from back in the 40s, not today. You’re the beacon of light that keeps me grounded doll. Gotta show you how beautiful you really are"
And he proceeds to do just that.
Bucky Barnes: He heard you say to Nat that a dress won't look pretty on your ugly body. That night, he sneaks in your room and crawls inside the covers with you, holding your body tight to his. He took your in his and metal one, lips at your ear.
"What do you see when you look at me?" He asked.
"A broken beautiful man deserving of love" you answered automatically. He tips your chin up so that he could look in your eyes, the tenderest of look swimming in the blues.
"I see the same when I look at you. I see a woman who found the most scarred man and still loved him. I see a woman so pure I fear I'll taint her with my bloody hands. Never call yourself ugly, never again."
Lee Bodecker: Lee straight away snorts when you call yourself ugly. He rolled his eyes at you as he swiftly gathers you in his arm and sits you on his lap. He takes his hat and puts it on your head, the rim falling loose and slipping over your forehead so he had to push it up with a finger.
"You're the only pretty thing in this shitty town. You've got a heart as big as my tummy" he takes your hand and pressed it into his soft flesh "you're the only one whose smile I'd both die for and kill for. Ugly my ass, you're the most beautiful gal I know and you're all mine".
Ransom Drysdale: "What the fuck did you just say?" He asked when you said you look ugly. You look at him aghast, not expecting the outburst. He stepped closer, putting his arms on either side of you and looking at you intently.
"Have you met my family? My fucked up, greedy aunts and uncles? Have you met my mother? They wear a thousand dollars clothes and still manage to be the cheapest people I have ever met. And you? You can wear a burlap sack and would still be the prettiest flower because you found it in you to love a shitty brat like me. Now come here so I can show you how beautiful you are."
Andy Barber: He was driving when you made the comment, the word ugly said almost unconsciously. You blinked when he stopped the car, turning to look at you.
"I've studied law for over nearly two decades and there are two things that I know are wrong with them. The first one is that it should be illegal for anyone to be as beautiful, as amazing as you, and the second that it should be a punishable offense for anyone to call such a woman as yourself ugly. I'm a lawyer, trust my judgement. Nod if you understand."
You nod, he smiled and restated the car, one hand reaching over to pull yours in his lap.
Tony Stark: He knocked over the lab apparatus he was working with and stared at you incomprehensibly. He had that expression on his face that he reserved for idiots who didn’t understand his science lingo.
"What the hell are you on about? Sweetpie, you love a man who made weapons that killed hundreds. You gave me your love when I didn't deserve any. You gave my kindness when I didn't deserve any. You think anyone who's ugly could do that? I'll book an appointment with the ophthalmologist, you need to get those eyes checked."
Loki : He was in the middle of polishing his blade and the moment the words "I am ugly" passed your lips that blade shot out and embedded itself in the opposite wall.
"i am a man of magic. I can create the most unthinkable illusions with my mind and hands, and yet no matter how proficient I get, I'll never be able to create something as beautiful as you. You need to stop talking like this, I don't like it when people disrespect those that I hold dear."
Sherlock Holmes : He shut the newspaper he was reading and put it on the desk behind him as he pinned you with his stare.
"When I search for something, I usually get it because I have a gaze that doesn't miss much. My every quest for beauty and love has led me to you. My mind and heart have never seen anything as beautiful as you. I am Sherlock Holmes, I don't lie. Believe me when I say you haven't got an ugly bone in your body.”
He opened his arms, asking you to come to him.
“I am a detective, let me show you the evidence of how utterly breathtaking you are.”
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So my dear anon, I need you to shut up about this. You’re not ugly. You are worthy and amazing and beautiful and all things nice in this world.
"Should parents read their daughter's texts or monitor her online activity for bad language and inappropriate content?"
Earlier today, I served as the “young woman’s voice” in a panel of local experts at a Girl Scouts speaking event. One question for the panel was something to the effect of, “Should parents read their daughter’s texts or monitor her online activity for bad language and inappropriate content?”
I was surprised when the first panelist answered the question as if it were about cyberbullying. The adult audience nodded sagely as she spoke about the importance of protecting children online.
I reached for the microphone next. I said, “As far as reading your child’s texts or logging into their social media profiles, I would say 99.9% of the time, do not do that.”
Looks of total shock answered me. I actually saw heads jerk back in surprise. Even some of my fellow panelists blinked.
Everyone stared as I explained that going behind a child’s back in such a way severs the bond of trust with the parent. When I said, “This is the most effective way to ensure that your child never tells you anything,” it was like I’d delivered a revelation.
It’s easy to talk about the disconnect between the old and the young, but I don’t think I’d ever been so slapped in the face by the reality of it. It was clear that for most of the parents I spoke to, the idea of such actions as a violation had never occurred to them at all.
It alarms me how quickly adults forget that children are people.
Apparently people are rediscovering this post somehow and I think that’s pretty cool! Having experienced similar violations of trust in my youth, this is an important issue to me, so I want to add my personal story:
Around age 13, I tried to express to my mother that I thought I might have clinical depression, and she snapped at me “not to joke about things like that.” I stopped telling my mother when I felt depressed.
Around age 15, I caught my mother reading my diary. She confessed that any time she saw me write in my diary, she would sneak into my room and read it, because I only wrote when I was upset. I stopped keeping a diary.
Around age 18, I had an emotional breakdown while on vacation because I didn’t want to go to college. I ended up seeing a therapist for - surprise surprise - depression.
Around age 21, I spoke on this panel with my mother in the audience, and afterwards I mentioned the diary incident to her with respect to this particular Q&A. Her eyes welled up, and she said, “You know I read those because I was worried you were depressed and going to hurt yourself, right?”
TL;DR: When you invade your child’s privacy, you communicate three things:
You do not respect their rights as an individual.
You do not trust them to navigate problems or seek help on their own.
You probably haven’t been listening to them.
Information about almost every issue that you think you have to snoop for can probably be obtained by communicating with and listening to your child.
Part of me is really excited to see that the original post got 200 notes because holy crap 200 notes, and part of me is really saddened that something so negative has resonated with so many people.
A/N: Day Five of the HBC Lucky in Love and this one is for @the-ss-horniest-book-club and another installment of Dance Teacher!Bucky
Word Count: 249
Divider by the lovely @imerdwarf
No Warnings
You stared at the call sheet; it was your second year at this dance school and the end-of-year production had been cast. You stared, willing it to change. You heard a chuckle from behind you and gulped before turning around.
“Mr. Barnes, is this right? I mean…” Your voice trailed off as you shook your head in confusion.
“Please, call me Bucky. And of course, it’s right; you are the best dancer around here. Why would you think you deserve anything less?” His gorgeous eyes assessed you as you tried to come up with a logical answer.
You sighed and offered Bucky a half-smile. Your frame relaxed and you clasped your hands in front of you. “You’re right. I should project more confidence in myself. After all, you say I’m the best dancer.” Your eyes grew serious as you studied your dance teacher and current crush. “But you’re… you’re dancing as Sky. We’re going to have to sell this.”
“Well, like the song goes ‘Take A Chance on Me’,” Bucky teased, his cocky smile on his face. “We can get coffee and talk if that would help?” You nodded, afraid your voice would squeak. “Cool, after class then?” He gave you a mock salute, his smile still wide on his face, and walked towards an empty room. A gaggle of boys and girls ran in, following on his heels.
You blew out a breath and started walking on your slightly shaky legs. I have a date with Bucky Barnes!
A/N: This is some more fluffy stuff, hope you like this series so far. Feel free to send in some feedback! Requests for anything Chris/Steve Rogers, Bucky/Sebastian San are open. Can be one shots or series.
Mob!Sebastian Stan x reader series
Part 1
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