Dear Sebastian Stan, It would be great if you would let me give you that gawk gawk 5000.I am actually pro I have been on tumblr and Wattpad and ao3 for some years now and at this point I’m an expert just give me a couple minutes pls I beg, and if you do not want head we could compromise and you could raw dog me will whispering “ good girl , and mommy in my ear “ and if you are feeling a little kinky you can even spit in my mouth if you would like okay thank you.
A/N: This gif made me think of young Seb when he used to wear rings 😭💓 I felt like I should write a quick dribble. Xx
The MOTEL
Sebastian Stan x reader
464 words
Warnings: It’s a little smutty but nothing really.
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You walk into a freshly cleaned motel room, eliminated by the bright, red sign just outside that read ‘MOTEL’ in big block letters. You took note of your surroundings as you walked in, clothes hanging, suitcase neatly tucked under the clothes; on the nightstand there were multiple items aligned perfectly, almost aesthetically, together. Having just met the man whose room this was you realized you’d really enter a stranger's room. The thought sending a chill down your spine just before you hear him drop his keys behind you.
“I didn’t expect it to be so.. clean.” You turn to him. His eyes are piercing, even in the dark, red lighting you can see the blue hidden in them. His eyes follow your hand as you play with the buttons on your shirt.
You’d met him at a Halloween party here in LA. Your friends begged you to match with them in their Britney Spears ‘Oops I did it again’ schoolgirl costumes. You did and you’re thankful for it. At this moment you felt sexy and more confident than ever.
You tauntingly slid your hand up and down your chest, playing with your buttons. “You know,” you say, unbuttoning the first button from the top. “I don’t,” you unbutton the button after that. “Really know you.” You continue to unbutton your blouse as you walk to him. When you reach him he tugs at your now open shirt.
“Is that going to be a problem?” He asks, taking his bottom lip between his teeth.
“It wouldn’t, normally but I don’t even know your name.” Your lips brush over his before he kisses deeply, then pulls away with a smack.
“It’s Sebastian, are we good now?” He says with a grin then kisses you deeply again.
You pull away this time, running your hand down his thigh. You can tell he’s holding back a moan when he clears his throat. When your hand runs over his throbbing member you hum to yourself, listening to his breathing become irregular.
“I don’t know are we?” You grip him a little tighter, finally earning a moan. Sebastian goes from kind of submissive to absolutely feral in seconds. He locks his lips with yours, this time he didn’t pull away. He backed you up until you fell onto his bed and wrapping your legs around his hips. His hands brought yours just above your head. You felt his rings cold against your skin as he ran his fingers from intertwining with yours to running them down the rest of your body.
“Don’t worry, you’ll be screaming my name when I’m buried deep inside that slutty, little pussy.” You moan at his words and watch him descend between your legs kissing your inner thighs before kissing at your most sensitive bud.
FIC SUMMARY: After a grueling mission the Reader experiences a terrifying nightmare and only one person can help.
RATING: S for Smut
WORDS: 1,186
NOTES/WARNINGS: Thank you to @pathybo for betaing this for me.
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It had been a hard mission, as you run your fingers through your hair under the hot water of the shower you think back to the moment your heart nearly stopped you had almost lost Bucky, had that snipers aim been more on point you would’ve lost the best friend you’ve ever had. When you first arrived at Stark Tower you had been through a lot and you never spoke. It was Bucky who broke through your walls and got you to finally open up, you loved him more than a friend but never revealed your feelings. Only Wanda knew and that was because she could read minds but she never said anything.
After finally rinsing the last of the dirt from your body you leave your curly hair to dry naturally and grab a thin sleep shirt foregoing underwear.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y. can you please dim my lights,” you ask the ceiling.
“Certainly Y/N” confirmed the female voice.
You curled under the soft blanket of your bed and took a deep breath hoping to free your mind of the worry that consumed you. Your eyes had just drifted shut when a loud alarm began to sound.
“INCOMING” F.R.I.D.A.Y. stated.
You roll to your nightstand and grab your gun and cock it quickly, your door burst open quickly causing you to swing around and aim for the intruder, it was Bucky and he was breathing heavily, he slams the door shut and locks it.
“We’re surrounded, HYDRA has the whole place surrounded Y/N” Bucky yells out.
“Bucky we have to fight,” you tell him
Bucky walks up to your window and glances down, he turns to you to say something when the sound of breaking glass breaks the silence and something wet splatters your face, Bucky’s eyes widen as a trail of blood runs down his face, a bullet hole between his eyes and he falls limply to the ground. You touch your face and see that it was blood and brain matter that had sprayed your face.
“NO!!!!!!!!” you scream your voice cracking with emotion.
“NO!” you wail in anguish
Your door suddenly bursts open and you see a shirtless Bucky standing.
“Y/N!” he called.
Strangled whimpers come from you as your body uncontrollably shakes.
“Bucky” you cry out with your arms opened wide.
He wastes no time in taking you in his arms, he strokes your back and begins to murmur soothing words against your hair.
You hear the slap of bare feet slapping against the floor as the others run down the hall.
“Is she okay?” you hear a breathless Steve ask.
“Yeah, she’s just had a nightmare” Bucky answered.
“Bucky’s got this” Steve tells the others.
Once you and Bucky were alone he moves to stand up and you tighten your arms around him.
“I’m just going to close your door” he whispers, you nod reluctantly letting go.
You watched him gently close your door, and you tried not to notice the muscles of his body work as he walked back toward you.
“Scoot over” he murmured with a quirk of his head.
You scoot back and lay your head on the pillow waiting for him to climb in beside you, he pulls you into his arms once again, he moves your head to his chest so that you can hear the steady beat of his heart.
But it wasn’t bringing the comfort it should’ve, you needed more. You needed to feel his skin to reassure you he was really there.
“Bucky” you whispered
“Yeah Doll?” he looked down at you.
“Touch me,” you say.
Bucky’s brow furrowed before he took a deep breath through his nose.
“I am,” he said stroking your back.
“No Bucky, I need you to touch me, I need to feel that you’re real” you confess before biting your lip as a fresh wave of tears threatens.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
You slip your shirt over your body giving him the only answer he needed, his lips met yours in a tender loving kiss, his fingers tucking a loose curl behind your ear, you pulled his pants down over his hips and lightly stroked his half hard length.
He brings you closer to his body, his kiss taking on a desperate need, he rolls you underneath him and tilts your chin so that you look at him.
“I’ve been dreaming of this moment for so long” he confessed a slight blush on his cheek. You smile despite the fear that had previously filled you.
“So have I” you reply.
He lowered his body to fully cover yours, the feel of his skin against yours bringing the comfort you were so desperate for, the wild beating of his heart against your chest letting you know that he was real and the love he had for you was real. The cool metal of his left hand causing you arch into his touch.
He worshiped your body with his mouth, his fingers rubbing slowly at your now soaked folds, you whimper for a new reason now, your teeth clamped around your bottom lip as he gently inserts his fingers into you, your tight walls hug his fingers and he groans.
“You’re so tight Doll” he presses a kiss to your neck.
His fingers move in and out at a languid speed playing you like an instrument, each stroke hitting a new note of ecstasy until you were falling apart with a cry of his name.
He laces his fingers with yours as he thrusts inside you, Bucky shook as he tried to restrain himself.
“I could stay here forever” he muttered.
You bucked your hips letting him know that you were ready, his movements were slow at first, he was letting you feel every inch of him. You wrapped your arms around his neck pressed your body against his as his hips sped up.
“Bucky” you moaned.
“Y/N” he grunted.
Your release slammed through you and you grabbed Bucky’s face and kissed him passionately breaking away only when your lungs screamed for air.
“I love you” you blurted out as the final wave hit you.
And with a strangled gasp Bucky followed, a few weak thrusts and he slumped against you once he regained his breath he looked at you with wide eyes, you opened your mouth to say something when he pressed a swift kiss to your lips.
“I love you too Y/N. I always have” he grinned before bringing you to his side.
“Sweet Dreams Doll,” he said pressing a kiss to your forehead.
You smile sleepily before surrendering to the bliss of exhaustion.