You barely chocked on your drink when you saw Sebastian stepping out of his trailer in not more than some black jeans and a brown coat, his fake cigarette resting between his lips.
You took him in once, twice… but it just got worse. The coat was slightly open showing some parts of his wide chest and perfect abs. He looked delicious. You couldn’t quit staring as his happy trail disappeared under his tight pants, your imagination getting you way too far.
Your gazing was broken by a familiar voice, calling you into the makeup trailer to fix Sebastian’a hair just a little before the filming. You took a deep breath, wetting your lips and tried to bury your fantasies deep in your mind.
Oh, it didn’t work.
At the moment you stepped into the trailer, Seb was already there sitting in your chair comfortably, his thighs open wide, smirking at you.
‘You are not quite subtle about starting, doll.’ His voice sent shivers down in your spine.
‘Not my fault.’ You murmured while dropping on your knees in front of him. ‘Oh, fuck!’ You growled when you popped open his button and you were right and he was going commando.
‘I love working with you.’ He groaned and dipped is fingers into your hair as you licked a fat strip from his base to the swollen top before sucking him hard.
Summary: All of your friends are having a little getting together at the common room of your dorm and you got the worst question ever from Mark.
A/N: I just really wanted to write some Chris Beck again. I love him, soft and sweet, but also a little tease.
‘So, what is the most sensitive and easily reachable spot on you, Smartie?’ Mark laughed as he poured another drink for you and tossed it across the table.
‘Oh, you are horrible.’ You growled when you realised that he won’t let the topic go. You took the shoot of vodka and pointed to the spot at the back of your neck, above your shoulder. ‘Here. Both sides.’ You confessed and you could feel your cheeks burning. ‘I hate if anyone touches me there.’ The additional one sentence with the deadly look on your face earned you a bit of a silence in the room.
You woke up with a headache and sore muscles and ridiculously calm. It was odd until you opened your eyes to suddenly remember everything from the other night. Bucky was sleeping next to you peacefully, in your hotel room, a purple love bite on his neck proving that your memories were real. After a few seconds of staring at his beautiful figures you got out of bed and headed to the shower.
By the time you finished he was sitting at the edge of the bed fully dressed.
‘Hey!’ You laughed a bit awkwardly and walked to the bed to get you phone.
‘Morning!’ He smiled and blushed a little. ‘I-um we shouldn’t have…’
‘No, we shouldn’t…’ You answered a bit too fast, shaking your head but laughing. ‘But we are good, right?’
‘Of course, doll.’ He grinned and stood up walking to the door with you. ‘So, let’s get some breakfast?’
‘Yes, just-um, if it was a mistake anyway, can I have just one more kiss?’ You blurred out, not daring to look at him, anxiously fidgeting with your hair.
‘Yeah, I think, that’s-that’s just fine.’ Bucky breathed, dipping his head to capture your lips in a sweet but longing kiss. It heated up quickly, Bucky pressing your body to the door with one motion. ‘Late breakfast?’ He panted.
‘Totally.’ You nodded feverishly and let him picking you up and carry you back to the bed crawling between your thighs.
Summary: All of your friends are having a little getting together at the common room of your dorm and you got the worst question ever from Mark.
A/N: I just really wanted to write some Chris Beck again. I love him, soft and sweet, but also a little tease.
‘So, what is the most sensitive and easily reachable spot on you, Smartie?’ Mark laughed as he poured another drink for you and tossed it across the table.
‘Oh, you are horrible.’ You growled when you realised that he won’t let the topic go. You took the shoot of vodka and pointed to the spot at the back of your neck, above your shoulder. ‘Here. Both sides.’ You confessed and you could feel your cheeks burning. ‘I hate if anyone touches me there.’ The additional one sentence with the deadly look on your face earned you a bit of a silence in the room.
You woke up with a headache and sore muscles and ridiculously calm. It was odd until you opened your eyes to suddenly remember everything from the other night. Bucky was sleeping next to you peacefully, in your hotel room, a purple love bite on his neck proving that your memories were real. After a few seconds of staring at his beautiful figures you got out of bed and headed to the shower.
By the time you finished he was sitting at the edge of the bed fully dressed.
‘Hey!’ You laughed a bit awkwardly and walked to the bed to get you phone.
‘Morning!’ He smiled and blushed a little. ‘I-um we shouldn’t have…’
‘No, we shouldn’t…’ You answered a bit too fast, shaking your head but laughing. ‘But we are good, right?’
‘Of course, doll.’ He grinned and stood up walking to the door with you. ‘So, let’s get some breakfast?’
‘Yes, just-um, if it was a mistake anyway, can I have just one more kiss?’ You blurred out, not daring to look at him, anxiously fidgeting with your hair.
‘Yeah, I think, that’s-that’s just fine.’ Bucky breathed, dipping his head to capture your lips in a sweet but longing kiss. It heated up quickly, Bucky pressing your body to the door with one motion. ‘Late breakfast?’ He panted.
‘Totally.’ You nodded feverishly and let him picking you up and carry you back to the bed crawling between your thighs.
‘Someone got very lucky!’ Bucky smirked at Peggy after Steve excused himself and let them alone for a few minutes.
‘Interesting, I wanted to say the same thing to you!’ Peggy crossed her arms in front of her chest and leaned to the bar, with raised brows.
‘Who?’ Bucky looked around in the bar. ‘Come on, Agent Carter, I can see the way Steve looks at you. He clearly has a thing for you, miss.’ He sipped from his drink closing his eyes, to hid his painful gaze.
‘It is weird because I can see the way he looks at you, and I can hear how Captain Rogers talks about you, Sergeant Barnes, and I must say you are the one who got lucky.’ Peggy smiled kindly, giving a once over to Bucky. ‘Steve is very fond of you.’ She basically whispered the words, her eyes never leaving Bucky’s face as his eyes opened wide in surprise.
‘We are best friends since school.’ He laughed, turning his head towards the bar to hide his clearly visible blush. ‘Anyway maybe you should hear all the things Steve says about you, Agent Carter, and about the way he feels when he is a round you.’ He looked at the young woman in front of him, desperately trying to talk about her rather than himself and Steve.
‘That might be true, yet I am not the one he goes to bed with at the end of the day.’ Peggy was surprisingly calm, kindly smiling to the desperate men in front of her. ‘I am a special agent, Sergeant Barnes, I can see things others don’t, and I must say you got to be the lucky one here.’
Warnings: Fluff, fluff and more fluff. Also Sad!reader. Subdrop, mentions of BDSM relationship (nothing explicit), mentions of dom!Sebastian and sub!reader.
Summary: You are experiencing your first ever subdrop and Sebastian does everything he can to make you feel better. It’s a lot of fluff and cuddling.
A/N: Okay, so I usually write stories about some light or not that light BDSM dynamics and relationships, but they never really go through the full extent of of a relationship like this. So, this is gonna be a mini series/story with a sequel, which tries to go beyond the smut bit of these relationships.
You were at
grocery shopping when it hit you. The extreme sadness and depression suddenly
flooding your body, making you feel lonely and you just wanted to cry.
Fighting
your tears you went through the aisles collecting everything you needed at
home. You pulled your phone out of your pocket as started to write a text. Your
extreme sadness was mixed with anger for no reason, but you couldn’t not feel
it. You were so, so mad, you’d want to slap the door into his face next time.
‘I hate you, please never call again.’ You sent the text and rushed to the
cashiers.
Summary: When Bucky leaves for a mission and he sends you a little message, fulfilling your desires about your kink for edging. It’s only his voice and instructions gives you pleasure, which turns out to be the hardest torture you have been through in bed so far. As you failed a few times at the beginning Bucky figures out how to punish you from the distance.
A/N: So, it’s basically an audio where Bucky is teaching you how to edge yourself, and how to control your body in a way he wants you to.
The second
try was better than the first one but you still had a hard time with holding
your pleasure until the point when he let you come. However, you failed again,
you could hold on much longer than the first time. The next day you got a more
than 50 minutes audio and couldn’t resist, you had to listen to it immediately.
You weren’t that sensitive by now and you figured that if you just keep your
eyes open, focusing on something on the room, you could hold it much longer. You
could actually hold it until the very end first, but then you failed for much of
your disappointment. He made you crazy the way he talked, was slow and calm.
His voice was familiar and warm in your ears making you forget about everything
else around you. He commanded you in a gentle yet strict manner and praised you
a lot.
’It’s not a
good idea to fuck your attorney you know that? The Judge will be furious.’ You
whispered weakly as the man in front of you stepped closer, his desire only
growing stronger to your words.
‘We both know
that I’ll go to jail, baby girl.’ He purred as he lifted you to make you sit on
your desk. ‘It doesn’t matter that you are the best ever. I did bad stuff and
they know that, and they will make me pay for it.’ Sebastian’s hands were
roaming on your thighs and sides, his firm chest hot against yours, and you were
about to give in to him.
‘We still
have a chance to save you, you could say they made you do it.’
‘Made me to
be the head of the drug cartel and smuggle the stuff through three continents?’
He raised his brow with and amused smile. ‘I hardly doubt it. Come on, doll. I’m
going to jail and this is the last time you see me when we can do whatever we want.’ His lips caressed your
neck, hands pushing your skirt up until your hips, and you gave in to your own
desires for him.
Warm hands running down on your arms and gripping your hips firmly.
‘Doll!’ That’s it. This word alone, with Sebastian’s warning tone and low voice made your knees weak and caused a flood of wetness between your tights. You knew what was coming, more over you already could feel the silky cuffs around your wrists and his hot breath on your neck. He needed you being a good girl for him. He needed you at your worst.
Tetralea 