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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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Sebastian convincing you to have another baby...

Pairing | Sebastian Stan x reader

Summary | Seb wants another baby, but he still has to convince you into wanting the same thing.

Warnings | smut, breeding kink, fluff, oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected sex, mentions of birth control, creampie, swearing, cockwarming

Requested ✖️

Y/e/d/n = Your eldest daughter’s name

Y/d/n = your daughters name

Y/s/n = your son’s name

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The idea of pregnancy gave you many things to think about, the gruelling and simultaneously tiresome journey had been one hell of a rollercoaster. The countless times (approximately two) that you had endured the swelling of your feet, and the divine hunger for the strangest combinations of food, had left you with three beautiful children.

First you had birthed a little girl, that sparked a new light behind your husband’s eyes, and reinvented his world. She was the princess he adored, and the one that you loved to watch Disney movies with, even if she insisted on Frozen every singular time.

And then, after her, you had a pair of perfect twins. They brought sound and restlessness to the household, after your daughter demanding that she wanted a sibling. Deep down, you had wanted more at the time too, but now, you felt as though your life goal was fulfilled.

Your family was everything that you had ever wanted, it felt as though you had been taken off an idealistic screen and transferred into reality. And if that had happened, you wouldn’t be one to complain, for all your greatest wishes had come true.

But if you were to ask your husband, he would make it very clear that he wanted more little devils running around the house. There was a joke that Evans and Mackie had with you every time that they saw you on set, clothed in a tight catsuit to fit your role. They would act amazed at the appearance of you not bearing one of Sebastian’s gorgeous children, their false shock earning laughs from your various co stars.

It wasn’t the fact that you weren’t open to the idea of another child to grow within your womb, however, it was more out of fear. You were well aware that you had been blessed with the birth of your lovely twins, though you were scared that you would endure the premise of double labour again, and it wasn’t exactly the kind of pain that you were willing to experience for a second time.

Being practically split in half once was bad enough, but twice, one instance straight after the other was bound to be the worst torture that a mother could be provided with. As you stirred your evening cuppa, watching as your kids were all huddled playing a board game after their dinner, two arms found placement around your waist, lightly tugging you back into a strong chest.

“Look at our babies.” Your husband mumbled into the crown at the back of your head, his fingertips rolling circles beneath your shirt. “Aren’t they the sweetest?” He asked, pressing a delicate kiss upon the back of your neck. The feeling of his stubble making your body shake wantonly, but you withheld from making sounds, not wanting to draw the attention of your children.

“When they’re quiet.” You agreed, watching as your eldest helped the twins with beating her. “They’re the most important people in my life, and then, it’s my annoying husband, who cannot stop trying to get in my pants for five minutes.”

“That’s called love; your husband loves you.” Sebastian stated, nibbling on your ear lobe as you ushered a sound of approval, clutching onto his hand that was firmly planted on your side, as his tongue traced the shell of your ear. “And I’m sure he’d love to show you how much, if you stop being mean to him.”

“Mean?” You laughed, taking a sip of your drink before spinning in his arms, allowing him to push you flush against the counter. “I can show him mean.” Biting your lip, you traced the seam of his sweats, that appeared to be all that he was currently wearing, brushing your hands up and against his well attended to torso. “But later.”

Seb groaned, leaning his head back, as he moved closer to you, pushing his thigh between your legs, glancing over your shoulder at the kids. “We could put them to bed right now, and then go to our room, then, you can show me how much of a horrible wife you are.”

“As much as I love that idea bubs, the twins need to be bathed, and you have to help your daughter with her math homework.” Leaning forwards, you pressed a kiss on his bicep, moving out from the entrapment of his arms, and lightly patting his ass.

“You know I was joking about you being mean, but now I’m seeing some truth behind my earlier words.” Sebastian plodded away, and towards the open living space, plopping down on the sofa, as he watched his offspring on the floor, smiling at their kindness to one another, though he was sure that tomorrow would be another story.

With one last look, you headed upstairs, going to the main bathroom, and began to slowly the run the tap. During the time you allowed it to run, you grabbed some pyjamas for your babies, as well as a couple of towels and flannels. By the time you had returned to the bathroom, and put everything down ready, the tub was half filled. And so you stopped the stream, putting in a tad of cold water before descending down the stairs.

“Honey, help y/e/d/n with her school work, I’m gonna get these two trouble makers ready for bed.” Your husband nodded as he pursed his lips, trying to ignore how you leant down to pick the twins up, pretending as through the top of your breast had not been caught by his eyes.

And with that, you got the kids cleaned and ready for the following day, meeting Seb at the doorway of y/d/n’s and y/s/n’s room, giving them each a kiss on the forehead before tucking them in for bed.

As you were walking towards your own room, Sebastian lifted you from behind, carrying you the rest of the way. “You can’t keep it in your pants, can you Mr Stan?” You laughed as he dropped you upon your double bed, him instantly kneeling at the end of it to peel your shirt off.

He trailed kisses along your legs, humming from the much desired contact, as his blue eyes flickered up at you. “That’s your fault, you deprive me.” He muttered against your skin, reaching his fingertips up higher to grasp at the sides of your underwear, pulling the material down.

Your husband blew hot air upon your pussy, grinning to himself as it instinctively clenched around nothing. As he moved closer, he breathed in your scent, rubbing the tip of his nose along your clit, before diving in to feast, sneaking his tongue through your slit, instantly prodding at your entrance, causing your head to wind back, and your hand grasp his hair.

“We should have another.” He mumbled against you, and you were almost too delirious to complain, although a light groan emitted from you, as you fought with yourself whether to let him continue eating you out and not respond, or do the responsible, adult thing, and speak about it.

With much resilience, you pulled his head away, licking your lips at his slick stained chin away, tugging him to be laid beside you. “Is that really want you want Seb?” You asked, biting your lip, wanting to hear his thoughts in hopes that it would relax you for the possibility of you bearing more of his children.

“Of course it is draga.” He answered, his icy pools making your own freeze, he cupped your chin, bringing your lips to his own, placing a few pecks upon your lips, before continuing. “I know that you’re nervous, but I will look after you every step of the way, like I have done both times before. Anyways, I feel like directors take a kick out of challenging themselves with making their actresses appear not pregnant, look at both you and Scar through the years.”

You nodded, understanding that your career wouldn’t take the brunt of things. “I want another but... I’m scared. Just, what if I have two again?” You rambled with your hands, and he clasped them between his own, pausing your panicked hand signals, and rubbing his nose against each set of your knuckles.

“The chances of that aren’t very high my love. But if it happens, then maybe this time you’ll let us call them Wanda and Pietro...” his words earned him a light eye roll and a tender hit on his shoulder, as he rolled on top of you, causing you to squeal. “Remember, don’t wake the kids.”

“Kinda hard when I can feel how hard you are.” You retorted, moaning as he began to suck at the spot on your neck that made your knees shake, his hands drifting beneath your shirt, as he began to raise the material up your torso, and over your breasts. You whipped the material over your head, discarding it as his attention turned to your boobs. “I’ll never get tired of these.”

He hummed, before leaning down, taking a rosey pebble to be captured within his mouth, sucking on it as his fingers fiddled with the other. “Seb, I just need you in me.” You prodded his hips with the heels of your feet, pleased when he leaned back, pulling down his sweats, so that his erection bobbed upwards, the head already leaking precum.

“You want a baby that bad?” He asked in a brisk voice, clambering back onto your awaiting body once again, grasping his base with his heavy hand, dragging his tip to circle around your clit. “Want me to fill you up, so that you grow nice and full with my baby.”

A furrow made its way onto your brow, as you held onto his biceps, lightly rolling your hips up against his leaking head. “Honey.” He paused his movements, staring carefully down at you, reading your expression. “I’m still on birth control.” You informed him, watching as his eyelashes fluttered, and he pressed down unto you again.

“A little practise never hurt gorgeous.” Sebastian spoke, slipping his cock into your entrance, sinking into you as you moaned out his name. “Fuck, so tight, even after three kids.” He groaned, putting his hands either side of your head, as he began to thrust in and out of your pussy, breathing heavily through his nose.

“So big.” Your hands grasped at his naked back, casting down to grasp his ass, causing him to suddenly buck deeper into you, emitting another series of moans out of you. “Love your cock.”

“Yeah?” The romanian smugly asked, his lips drifting up the tip of your nose, before running them back down to your own, biting onto your upper lip, as one hand continued to brace his weight above, and the other moved down to fondle with your clit, causing you to tighten around him, your eyelids blinking repeatedly. “You love my fat cock inside of you, about to pump you full of my cum?”

“Yes Seb, love it.” Your eyes screwed shut, tears slipping out the corner of your eyes, as he made his administrations harder, hitting his hips languidly against your own. “Love it so so so mu- ah - ch.”

“Cum angel. Coat my cock, pretty girl.” You complied, reaching your high, as your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer as your essence pooled around him. “Want me to make you round with my babe, want me to make you full of my cum?”

“I do, I do, I do.” You squealed, your breath hitching as he stilled for a minute, filling you with seed. “Fuck.” You breathed, your chest rising and falling, as he remained in your for a moment, before pulling out, but you stopped him, clasping his back with your sweaty hands. “Stay.”

“Okay.” Seb said tiredly, his skin flushed as he rolled over, so that you were laid on his chest, your head falling to below his chin. “So beautiful, you know that?”

“Mmh.” You hummed, drawing circles upon his skin. “I’ll come off my birth control tomorrow, then, we don’t have to just practice.” He leant down to press a long kiss upon your lips, sneaking his tongue through their natural seam, gently sucking on your own.

“That sounds more than good to me darling.” He stroked down your back with his talented fingers, pulling you closer again. You felt his dick twitch within you as he felt both of your mixed juices trailed down his balls, that huffed from the sensation.

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idy-ll-ique · 4 years

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Shady.

Pairing: Mob Boss!Sebastian Stan x F!Reader

Requested: Nope

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Warning: Age gap, One (1) Non-Consensual Kiss, mention of violence, blood, death.

Summary: Y/N and her friends decide to visit the new bar that opened in their city. Unfortunately, things don't work out well.

Author's Note: I didn't post something for a long time so here y'all go. I don't really know what I've written but I'm still putting this up lmfao

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Y/N POV:

"Are you sure we should be here? This place looks kinda shady," I muttered, clutching my best friend's t-shirt from behind as we walked into the dimly lit bar. He scoffed as the other two guys behind me sighed.

"Loosen up, sweetheart! You'll have fun here! Look, they're playing songs and the bar looks pretty loaded," Trystan chuckled. Jack, who stood in front of me, nodded. Shawn patted me on the back, grinning. The four of us were out for a few drinks: the boys told me there was a new bar in town and we were here to check it out.

We walked up to the bar and sat down in front of the bartender. "Four beers, please," Jack ordered and the bartender nodded. I glanced around the room, one of my hands still on Trystan's thigh. "Will you chill? There's nothing to be afraid of here!" Trystan sighed loudly.

"Fine," I mumbled, suddenly noticing someone's eyes on me. He was a very handsome man, I decided. Sitting at a booth alone, he was drinking wine. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed the drink. I looked away from him, staring was rude. I joked around with my friends as we had our mugs of beer.

I was laughing at a hilarious joke Shawn cracked when a gunshot echoed around the room. I screamed, shut my eyes and covered my ears.

"You three! Step aside!" I opened my eyes to see a man standing in front of me, a smirk on his face. I recognized him immediately. Three of his goons took hold of Jack, Trystan and Shawn, pulling them out of their seats. They held guns to my friends' heads. "Mr Dalton, please, spare them—"

"You don't tell me what to do and what not to do, sweetheart," he drawled uninterestedly, raising an eyebrow at me. I looked around the room, cringing a bit when I noticed that I was the only girl around. Everyone, including the man who was looking at me before, were staring at me.

They all had shocked expressions on their faces, except that handsome man. He looked like he would burst out in anger any second now. "What do you want?" I whispered and my breath hitched as Dalton's hand reached forward.

He was about to caress my cheeks when the handsome man jumped to his feet, flipping the table in front of him. He took out a gun and pointed it at Rogue Dalton, the mobster boss who was currently… ahem… touching me. That man's jaw was clenched hard. "Ah, Stan. Long time no see, my friend," Dalton said with faux affection, smiling at Stan.

"Leave the girl alone," Stan growled, glaring at Dalton. "Oh, you wanna have a night with her, too? We can arrange for tomorrow," Dalton snorted. I scrunched my nose.

A night with Dalton? Did he mean sex? Hard pass, he had a reputation of being a womanizer. "Let her go, I'm warning you!" Stan yelled. "Or what? Don't tell me you know this girl. Wittle Sebastian Stan has a girlfriend? How cute," Dalton crooned and I cringed at his tone.

Ah, so the name of the man who was currently defending me was Sebastian Stan. I had to say, it was a nice name. At least he was on my side, I couldn't believe I thought he was a creep. How did Rogue Dalton know him? They talked as though they were rivals. I think Sebastian belonged to a mob, too.

Dalton's hand reached out and grabbed my jaw, forcing me to look at him. "You don't have a choice in this, baby girl, you're coming with me. I'm not letting a pretty bird like you escape," he hissed in my face, forcibly pressing his lips to mine.

I screamed in my throat, my eyes going wide. I kept my lips sealed tightly, not allowing his tongue entry in my mouth. "Oh, you wanna play hard to get, huh? I see how it is. Whatever you wish, ma'am." He pulled away and raised his other hand, smacking me across the face.

Tears brimmed my eyes, it hurt so much. "Y/N—" Shawn tried yelling but was silenced by the man holding him at gunpoint. I glanced at Sebastian with wide, scared eyes, silently begging him to do something about Dalton.

Sebastian was glaring at Dalton, seething. I could see his chest heaving in the dim bar. "Evans!" he yelled all of a sudden, startling me. Now who was Evans? A few seconds later, at least 15 other people entered the bar. Wait, did Sebastian run his own mob?

Dalton's men were greatly outnumbered by Sebastian's. "Fire!" Sebastian screamed and his men started shooting at Dalton and his goons. I screeched, hoping I wouldn't get hit by a bullet.

As soon as Dalton let go of me, I jumped off the high-stool. Sebastian beckoned me over and I ran to him. I threw my arms around his shoulders, burying my face in his neck. "You're fine, I got you," he whispered to me, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist. He turned around, shielding me from the bullets that flew across the room.

He rubbed my back to help even out my breathing. I stayed how I was until the bar went quiet. "It's okay to look."

I slightly pulled away from Sebastian and peeked over his shoulder. Rogue Dalton was lying on the floor, dead. So were all his men. Shawn, Jack and Trystan were fine, hiding under a table. "Thank you," I told Sebastian gratefully. He gave me a soft smile. "No worries. I'm glad you're safe."

I took a few steps away from Sebastian, nodding at him. I walked over to my friends as they came out of hiding. "Thank you, Mr Stan, for saving our friend," Jack said thankfully. "It's quite alright, really. I'm glad I could help. How are you guys? Everything okay?" Sebastian asked worriedly.

Trystan slowly took his hand off his forearm and I saw blood. "You were shot? Come to my place, I'll have you fixed in no time," Sebastian sighed and we walked out of the bar. "Excuse me, don't mind me asking, but… are you a mobster boss, too?" I asked Sebastian curiously.

"I am, yes. Most of the time I'm in Romania, but I got bored. I came here and met Dalton. We didn't get along, as you'd have witnessed," he replied. "Now what, though? We leave the dead bodies as they are in the bar?" Jack asked.

"Why not?" one of Sebastian's friends, a handsome, dark skinned man grinned at us. "Oh, yeah, by the way, these two are my friends, Anthony Mackie and Chris Evans. I don't know your names," Sebastian chuckled. "I'm Y/N Y/L/N, these three are my friends, Jack, Trystan and Shawn. We go to college together," I smiled.

"Good, what are you studying?" The seven of us got into Sebastian's 7-seater car. Chris drove, Anthony sat next to him. Sebastian, Trystan and I sat in the middle while Jack and Shawn sat behind us. I was sitting between Sebastian and Trystan.

Sebastian put his arm on the backrest, around my shoulders. Unconsciously, I shifted closer to him. I trusted Sebastian a lot, he saved me from molestation. "We're all studying mechanical engineering," Jack grinned.

"Yeah, there aren't many girls in our batch. Y/N was quite lonely all the time, so we made friends with her. It's been 3 years," Trystan chuckled weakly. "That is sweet of you guys. I assume you're the same age?" Anthony chortled. "Yeah, we're all 26," Shawn nodded.

We soon reached Sebastian's place and got out of the car. My jaw dropped— that mansion was huge. "Whoa, you live here?" Jack gasped loudly. "I do, yes. Come in, I'll take you to the infirmary." Sebastian and Trystan walked towards the infirmary. Jack and Shawn decided to go with them but I stayed back with Anthony and Chris.

"May we show you to the sitting room, o fair lady?" Chris joked, holding his hand out. "Certainly, o kind sir," I laughed, taking his hand. They took me to the sitting room of the mansion. I sat on one of the couches while Anthony told someone to make hot chocolate for me.

Hot chocolate sounded really good right now, so I didn't argue. "Um, is he always this friendly, Sebastian?" I asked the two men. They glanced at each other.

"Not really, no. He's usually very intimidating. I don't know what happened to him. It's fun to see him like this, caring and friendly. This might be the first time he's acting so nice," Chris explained. Wow, I got lucky, I guess. "That's awesome. He seems young, too." I bit my lip, blushing softly.

"Oh, he's 38. I think you'd make a pretty good couple," Anthony snorted. "What makes you think he'd be interested in dating me?" I huffed, running a hand through my hair. "Literally our previous conversation. His behavior changed when you were in danger, Y/N."

He got me there.

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Sebastian POV:

"So, uh, what's Y/N like? What does she enjoy doing?"

Jack and Shawn laughed, startling me. "I knew that question would come up! We give you our blessings, you'd make a brilliant couple. Just be yourself, dude and show her affection. She likes affection. Trust me," Jack grinned.

I smiled softly as Trystan sat up, his arm wrapped in a bandage. "Why don't you guys stay the night? I can have 2 rooms prepared, one for Y/N and the other for you three," I expressed suddenly.

"That would be great, thank you very much! You're too kind for a mobster boss," Shawn smiled. "Y/N has my heart and you three are her best friends, this is the least I can do for you," I chuckled, running a hand through my hair. We walked out of the infirmary and I decided to take them to the sitting room.

When we were close to the room, I could hear boisterous laughter coming from inside. "I was so relieved when I found out that I passed my test. I didn't even study!" Anthony and Chris were doubled over, clutching their stomachs, tears in their eyes. Y/N was giggling to herself, a mug of hot chocolate in her hands.

My eyes lit up when I noticed that the mug she was holding said #1 Mobster. It was a gag gift from Chris, but I kept it because I loved it so much. Here was a girl I liked, drinking hot chocolate from my mug, sitting on the couch in my home. That scene warmed my heart.

I walked into the room and they all looked at me. "Seb, hey," Mackie smiled. I nodded in acknowledgement. "Are you doing okay, Y/N?" I asked her softly, sitting next to her. "Yes. This was really good," she chuckled, glancing at the mug.

I put my arm around her shoulders and smirked slightly when I saw the blush that arose on her cheeks. She snuggled closer to me, laying her head on my shoulder. I took the empty mug from her hands and kept it aside. For a few minutes silence fell between us; I stared at Y/N's face while she looked down at her lap.

I was about to say something when I suddenly noticed the silence in the room. I took my eyes off Y/N and looked around. There was no one else in the room except for us. "Where did everyone go?" Y/N asked me quietly. "To sleep, I guess. It's late, you should go, too." Y/N whined, clutching my t-shirt.

"My head hurts and I'm tired," she sniffled. I gathered her up in my arms, pressing a long kiss to her forehead. By now, the both of us were aware that we obviously had feelings for each other. We weren't fools. "I'll take you to your room," I whispered in her ear. I carried her bridal style when she nodded, wrapping her arms around my shoulders.

Y/N fell asleep on our way to her room, which I found extremely endearing.

"Y/N, wake up," I whispered as I put her down on the bed. She yawned and blinked her eyes open. "Hm?" she moaned. "Wear this." I opened the wardrobe in the room and took out my t-shirt, handing it to her. I kept my extra clothes in this room. The t-shirt was extremely loose and soft.

"Thank y—" Before she could finish the sentence, I strode over to her and cupped her cheeks, intensely staring into her eyes. "What?" she mumbled shyly. "Do you like me?" I asked her, gently stroking her cheeks with my thumbs. "I— You know..." she stuttered, looking away as a blush spread across her cheeks. That confirmed a yes.

I desperately wanted to kiss her but I also didn't want to make her uncomfortable. From such a close distance, I could see some small cuts on her lips left from when Rogue had forcibly kissed her. That thought alone made my blood boil.

So instead of kissing her on the lips, I gave her a sweet peck on the cheek. "I really like you, too," I smiled at her. She grinned at me and threw her arms around my neck, hugging me tightly. My smile widened unconsciously when I hugged back.

After the hug, Y/N changed her clothes while I respectfully looked away. Then I gave her one more kiss on the cheek and walked out of the room.

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I hurried towards the dining room, late. It was 10:30 in the morning. When I finally entered the room, everyone inside looked at me. I glanced around, stopping when I saw Y/N. She was still in the t-shirt I gave her last night, a cup of coffee in her hands.

Jack, Trystan and Shawn were wearing the clothes I provided, too. "Hey," I smiled, walking towards Y/N. She smiled when I put my arm around her shoulders, kissing her temple. "Ooh, did you two fondue?" Anthony asked excitedly, causing me to roll my eyes.

Chris blushed as the four youngsters looked around, confused. "Fondue…?" Jack asked slowly. "Sex." Jack and Trystan went bright red while Shawn smirked. "Did you?" he asked Y/N in a teasing, affectionate tone.

"We didn't. We said we liked each other and hugged, that is it."

"I believe it's official, then, Y/N and Sebastian are dating!" Chris grinned. "Hurray!" Everyone cheered as I gave her a sweet kiss on her lips, chuckling. I pulled away and the two of us shared soft smiles.

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vspideycaptain · 5 years

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The Real War (Part 1)

Reader x Tom Holland x Chris Evans (not a 3 way)

A/N: You’re a newer member of the MCU as you were and actor cast in Guardians of the Galaxy vol. 3. Through the shooting process you have come to know the other actors in the MCU and some have even taken an extra liking to you… You find yourself in a love-triangle with Tom Holland and Chris Evans and all the secrets break out at the MCU Reunion party hosted by RDJ. Oh and it’s a karaoke party!

So I’m not new to writing fanfics but I am new to posting them so please please let me know what you think but I will say that I won’t be taking suggestions. I can only write when I’m truly obsessed with an idea. With this first release I’m going to post other stories that spin off of this one so stay tuned!

Warnings: Angst, such angst WORD COUNT: 1,212

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There was a MCU reunion party at RDJ’s LA house tonight. This night’s theme was a ‘typical old karaoke party’ but I knew at this point that if Robert Downy was involved nothing was ‘typical’. Since I had been staying a Zen’s for the past few days we had gotten ready together after my day of shooting. She was free during the day so she went out and bought us new outfits for the event. She was in one of her signature pant suits, an emerald green with pinstripes. As we got ready I only told her about 20 times how much I admired her for being able to pull the suits off. Each time she deflected my self-deprecating compliments by shushing me with more beauty products and accessories. She had styled me head-to-toe and wouldn’t let me leave until she had finished her masterpiece. I walked out of her house and into the car in the final look: A black sheer front-tie crop top with embroidered roses and beading details with High-waisted black jeans with distressed slits right at the knees snatched at my waist with an all-black Gucci belt paired with satin ruby kitten heels and matching clutch. After a long working day feeling a little inadequate in my acting skills it was this makeover done by one of my best friends that I really needed. It was the perfect thing to boost my spirits for the party.

We rolled up to RDJ’s place at about quarter after nine. Zendaya knocked on the door and Robert himself answered the door and let us in instantly like the gracious host he was. “Welcome Ladies” He spoke as we did a round of air kisses and he gestured in the different directions of the house, “Bathroom is down this hall, food is in the kitchen over there and the drinks and showbusiness is in the garage. Make yourselves comfortable!” Zen instantly head for the kitchen and I followed her like a little puppy. I had been to two other MCU parties since I’ve joined the group but I still felt like a newby at the start of each of them. I needed some time to warm up to the party atmosphere not to mention I was nervous to see the guys… The guys meaning Tom Holland and Chris Evans.

You see since being cast about a year ago I had come to meet every actor working with Marvel and had gotten close to a handful. And it is because of this ‘closeness’ that I have landed myself in a little bit of a pickle. I’ve kind of caught feelings for both Tom Holland and Chris Evans….

I met Tom first as RDJ thought it was a good idea to introduce me to the MCU actors that were my same age. You know, so they could show me the ropes and we could gossip about all the “old people”, as he put it. That’s also when I met Zendaya and Jacob Batalon and the four of us did become fast friends. Only for Tom and me things were always shy and awkward. Whenever we ended up alone together something would almost happen between us. But because Tom just got out of a relationship he’s still a little bruised from the whole thing and has put some walls up. The tension between us was apparent but we never spoke about it. It was like we were waiting for the right moment. Zen and Jacob knew there was something there too. They teased us about it all the time…

But then there was Chris. He came out of nowhere and I think I came out of nowhere for him too. I met him at the first MCU party I attended and Chris Pratt introduced us. I met a lot of people that night as it was my kind of coming-out party to the franchise but the whole night I caught Chris’s eyes on me. He wouldn’t let me leave the party without exchanging numbers and since then he has being hanging out on set and taking me out to lunch on my breaks… Yes, there is an age difference there… about 16 years… but for some reason when we were together it was almost like it didn’t matter… Well until it did matter because we were both in the public eye and don’t even get me started on the unknown of what Marvel/Disney would do if they found out. So nothing was ever acted upon.

Tonight was the first night since the first party that both of them and me would be under the same roof at the same time. And to be completely honest because of all the barriers I had no real idea how I felt about either of them. I knew that with both of them there was a sexual tension there but I had no gauge on which one I had stronger feelings for. Not yet anyway. So this party was quite nerve racking for me and so when I started stuffing my face with cheese cubes from the buffet display in the kitchen Zendaya rushed over to me and stopped me (of course she knew everything about my situation), “(Y/N) try to chill. They’re not the only two people in there so for all you know nothing could even happen tonight.” She said trying to reassure me but putting the idea that nothing would happen only threw me into more of a panic and she retracted quickly, “Okay. No. Something will happen. You’ll get some sort of answer tonight and that’s good right? Clarity is what you want! So going in there is exciting not stressful.” She put both of her hands on both of my shoulders and coaxed me away from the edge of my panic attack and guided me into the garage.

Oh and the garage! Of course RDJ throws karaoke parties in his fully finished and furnished garage. Remember how I said nothing was typical with him? Well the garage was filled with a few cars but it also had a full bar, tables and chairs, party lighting, and a stage… So could he even really call it a garage at this point? But I digress… We enter the room and realize that literally everyone showed up for this reunion. Everyone from Black Panther to Guardians to all the Avangers movies. And just like in the movies a strobe light lands on Zendaya and I walking and our plan of subtly was immediately blown to shit. And low and behold there were two hands waving us down from either side of the party. Tom waved like an excited little boy standing near the stage with Jacob, Anthony Mackie, and Sebastian Stan. He was clearly on his second drink as he bobbed his head to the music in his own little world waiting for us to meet him… But on the other side of the party Chris has flagged us down with a casual raise of his hand as he sat at a table with Chris Hemsworth and Tom Hiddleston. Hemsworth was clearly deep in telling the two of them a story as he gestured wildly but the second he caught my eye he didn’t break his focus.

To Be continued…. (part 2)

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something simple

Prompt: We always bump into each other at frat parties and end up hooking up. This is like the fifth time and you were so hammered I had to let you sleep over. Now it’s morning and I have a lecture soon so can you kindly gtfo?

Chris woke up with a hangover and a half-hearted hard-on and a softly snoring dude in his bed.

The hangover he was expecting, the hard-on he could deal with, but the dude? That was weird.

He had to sit up a little and stare, run a hand through his damp, matted hair. A hookup, ok, that was obvs, but Chris had a rule about one-nights: they never got to sleep over--but then, he thought, rubbing the tight place between his eyes, when was the last time he’d actually let one in his bed? That’s what bathrooms were for, and the living room, in a pinch, if the room was dark enough and the music bone-splittingly loud. When the house went wild, so did he, and after almost three years of parties every weekend and plenty of willing bodies, Chris had the hooking up thing down to a goddamn routine.

Except now there was a guy in his bed well into the morning after and he was resting on his side, one thigh thrown over Chris’s, and for all his sleepy Zs, the guy had a chubby, too, which was stirring against Chris’s hip.

Well shit.

And the worst part was, now that Chris was looking, he knew this dude. It was Seb. Seb of the dark hair and the blue bedroom eyes and the deceptively soft-looking mouth. He looked fragile, this kid, like he was made of balsa, until you saw him in tight jeans and a tank. Walking across the lawn all bundled up and serious, you’d never guess that beneath the coat and the scarf and the studious expression lay a gleeful, teasing twink who could drink half the house under the table and laugh while he did it, beaming with some kind of primal, boy joy.

The first time he’d kissed Chris, it’d been in the kitchen, backed up between the back door and the fridge. Chris’d been holding a red cup that crashed with a splash when Seb moaned against his mouth and pinned him with those slim hips to the wall. They’d come close to going zippers down right there, but Seb had pulled back, smirking, and tugged at Chris’s buckle, said: “Come on. We need more space.”

Ten steps, Seb’s fingers in his, towing him through his own house. Music in his teeth and steel in his shorts and a party in full fucking swing and then there was a door opening, closing, the cool of a metal edge against his back.

“Yeah,” Seb had chuckled in his ear, the smell of dusty and Downy in the air, “this is better, huh?”

Chris didn’t remember answering, but he remembered Seb’s tongue on his cock, remembered squeezing himself at the base to keep it in; remembered the crack of a packet and the smell of lube. The heat of Seb’s body, his gasp. He remembered the sound of the washer rocking as Seb clung to it, purring, pushing his ass back to keep Chris inside.

He remembered clutching at Seb’s hips and kissing his neck and whispering the word slut in his ear over and over as Seb cried out and went hot velvet inside. And when it was over, pants pulled up and hair straightened, Seb had grinned at him beneath the flickering bulb and kissed him again: sweeter this time, slow and careful, those long fingers stroking his neck.

“I’m Sebastian,” he’d said. “Seb. And you are?”

“Er,” Chris had said. It had taken a second. “Chris.”

“You live here, Chris? In this house, I mean.”

He’d bent his head to nuzzle the soft heat of Seb’s neck. “Mmmmhmmm.”

Seb’s voice had fluttered; he’d arched into the press of Chris’s mouth. “Then maybe we can do this again sometime, huh? Next time you fellas throw a rager. Would that be something you’d be into, Chris?”

“Uh huh.” A small kiss, a second. He’d found the light of Seb’s eyes. “Yes. Next weekend, after the game. Come find me.”

But it had been a month before he’d seen Seb again, before he’d felt Seb’s hands on his body, before he’d nearly lost his brain through his dick.

“Oh, so you missed me, huh?” Seb had said from his knees, the heat of his breath nearly enough to send Chris over.

“Yes,” he’d hissed, leaning back against the bathroom sink. “Oh, fuck, Seb.”

Seb had stroked his balls. His shorts were barely pulled down enough to free them. “Looks like you’ve been saving it up, baby. You come at all since you banged me?”

Chris had been drunk enough to whine, sober enough to be embarrassed by it, how needy he felt, how on edge he was. “‘Course I have.”

“Hmmm.” A hot lick at his slit. “Lemme rephrase: you come inside anybody since you bent me over and fucked me full?”

“Shut up,” Chris had said, stupid desperate because the answer was no, god no, “shut the fuck up and suck me.”

He’d come down Sebastian’s throat and only after did he think condom, but by then they’d switched places and Seb was filling his mouth, his pretty cock bobbing as he gave it up, ten fingers tight in Chris’s hair.

They’d kissed after, easy again, sated, and Chris had stroked the long, bare line of Seb’s back, his shirt lost in the shadows, his ribs trembling with every breath.

“This was fun,” Seb had said, his hand on the doorknob, his hair in his eyes. “Thanks, Chris.”

“Yeah, er--thank you, Seb. I’m...I’m glad you came back.”

Seb had titled his head, a ghost of a smile. “Are you? Me, too.”

Whatever kept happening between them, after that, it wasn’t like a regular thing. Seb didn’t show up every weekend like a lot of people did; he was there, Chris figured, exactly and only when he wanted to be.

He started keeping his eyes out for Seb on campus, in the flow of kids at the coffee shop, outside of Baker Hall, in line at the University Center during the lunch rush. Caught a glimpse a few times, nearly always did a double take. Made sure that Seb didn’t see him, though, because it wasn’t like that. He just--some part of him needed the occasional reminder that what had happened in the recesses of a handful of frat parties was real and not some Jaegerbomb-induced sex dream.

It wasn’t, of course, because Seb kept showing up every now and then all through the fall and into the winter. They had sex in the basement, in a bedroom someone had stupidly left open, and once in the corner of the living room-cum-dance floor, Seb’s arms around his neck, his cheek hot again Chris’s, his cock pulsing again and again in Chris’s fist and Chris shuddering and shooting in his jeans at Seb’s hungry little cries and his readiness to give them up, audience of drunken assholes be damned.

“Come on, dirty boy,” Seb had said when Chris’s knees were still Jello. “Take me somewhere so I can clean you up.”

And then it was the end of the semester, the night before winter break, the night on which the house threw its biggest, dumbest rager of the year, complete with fake snow and sorority girls in elf outfits and colored lights hanging everywhere, the bulbs sputtering when they got splashed with beer. Stupid as fuck, the whole business, but it was a house tradition and the last year Chris would be a part of it--fuck you, graduation--and he’d been determined to make the most of the thing.

There were condoms in one pocket and lube in the other and an fragile agreement with Mackie that if push came to shove, they could use the spare bed in his room:

“However, if you so much as look at my nice, clean bed while you’re splooging, we’re gonna have words, Evans. You get me?”

He’d tossed a fake salute and thrown in the finger. “Aye aye, sir. Loud and clear.”

But then, what in the actual fuck. Sebastian hadn’t shown up.

At midnight, he still had hope; by three, that shit was long gone; and by five, he was upstairs in his own bed, naked and drinking Fireball straight from the bottle until the sun was up, day breaking day.

He’d spent way the fuck too much of winter break fighting off a serious hangover of embarrassment and wonder if Seb was ok. They’d never exchanged emails or anything, much less phone number; god, what were they? 12? Hell, he realized one afternoon in early January, watching his cousins bean each other with snowballs, he didn’t even know the guy’s last name.

So he drank and he ran around and he lost himself in the pleasures of home and he dreamt of dark hair and blue eyes, of eager hands and a smile bitten into the soft skin of his thighs.

“Dude,” his brother said, frowning as he packed up the last of his stuff, “never seen you so jazzed to get back to school. Usually I’d be dragging your ass.”

Chris didn’t look up from his suitcase. “Last semester, man,” he said with what he hoped was a shrug. “So fucking ready to get it over with, you know. Wanna be done.”

His brother had snorted. “Yeah, sure. We’ll see if you’re singing that song come June when you’re paying your own bills and working 8-5. Trust me, jerk, you’ll miss this shit then.”

So he’d driven back to school a week early and wandered around the frat house eating grilled cheese and drinking the last of the beer in the fridge. Which was the A-1 worst recipe, wasn’t it, for not thinking about Seb.

That’s where he kissed me. That’s where I fucked him. That’s where he came in my mouth.

Shit. Another beer, more grilled cheese.

Classes couldn’t have started soon enough.

“Eh,” Mackie’d said a couple days into the semester. “You know what? Let’s not have a theme or anything this weekend. School sucks. Let’s just get fucking drunk.”

It wasn’t Chris’s fault, then, that he’d been halfway to shitfaced the night before when he’d felt that hand on his arm, when he’d looked down to see Seb smirking back.

“Hey,” Seb had said like nothing was fucking weird, like the last six weeks hadn’t happened. “What’s up?”

And now, as he sat in his bed, head aching, dick twitching, this guy he was apparently super into curled against him all bare-skinned and sticky, he remembered how they’d ended up here:

He was the one who’d taken Seb by the hand this time, the one who’d led the way. He who’d tugged this boy up and up and up to his room and shut the door, locked it, thrown Seb willing on the bed. He was the one who’d stripped Seb off and peeled off his own clothes and held Seb down in the sheets, kissing him like there was no tomorrow and shivering with every hitch of Seb’s breath, every moan, every sigh. He was the one who’d parked his face between Seb’s thighs and sucked one of out of him, relentless, who’d squeezed Seb’s balls and drank it down and then made Sebastian taste it, made him lick himself from Chris’s hot mouth and it wasn’t until Seb was begging, tugging at Chris’s cock and panting against his throat that he went for the lube and then when he’d finally pushed in and felt Sebastian ripple around him, seen that soft, greedy look in Seb’s eyes, he was the one who had lost himself, who’d buried himself in Sebastian’s ass again and again and whispered drunkenly: “Mine.”

“Fuck yes,” Seb had groaned against his mouth. “All yours, Chris. Come take it.”

And he had, hadn’t he? Twice, that he could remember. The second time, Seb had been on his hands and knees, growling, jerking himself as Chris fucked him and blowing his load, sour and sticky, all over Chris’s pillow, the sheets.

No wonder he was still here, Chris thought, his lips curving. It’d be a wonder if he could walk yet.

“You’re staring at me,” Seb mumbled. “Why are you staring at me? I’m ‘sleep.”

“Sorry.”

One eye opened. “No, you’re not.”

“Ok, no, I’m not.” He stroked Seb’s hair and followed the curve of his ear. “You’re really pretty.”

“And you’re hungover as fuck, aren’t you?”

“I mean, kinda. Yeah. Are you?”

Seb snorted. “Me? How could I be? You mauled me the second I got in the door. I barely had time for a sip.”

“You want a beer? I bet there’s something stale and skunky downstairs I could get you.”

“Fuck you, no.” Seb’s nails found Chris’s chest, clawed. “Don’t you go anywhere. Not ready to get up yet. I missed you, man.”

“You did?”

Both eyes were open now. “Yeah. Why’d you sound so surprised?”

He was too hungover to think of a good lie, too weirdly happy to want to. “I thought I’d see you at our last party, is all. But you skipped it.”

“Skipped what?”

“Our party at the end of last semester, right before break. I thought you’d be there.”

Seb was squinting now, his pretty face turned into a frown. “I left the day after finals started,” he said. “All my shit was projects; only had to take one test. So as soon as that was done, I was gone.”

See? the logical, reasonable, totally not emotionally invested in this gorgeous boy part of Chris’s muddled brain said. So simple. And zero to do with you.

“Oh,” Chris said. “Huh. I didn’t know.”

Seb turned on his back and stared up into Chris’s face. “Honestly? I didn’t know that you’d care.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

A flush, the kind that crept up towards Seb’s eyebrows. “We were just--I mean, I thought that you thought we were, just, you know. Getting drunk and hooking up. I figured you could do that pretty damn well without me.”

“We were! I mean, I, er, I thought that’s what we were doing, too.”

“And you wanted one last ride before the semester was over, was that it?”

“Yes. No! No, that’s not it! I mean, that’s not all, I guess.”

There was something in Seb’s face that Chris didn’t recognize; a shadow, almost. A flicker of hope, maybe. Or regret. “You’re not making any sense.”

“I like you, Seb.” There, he’d said it. Now it felt real.

“You like fucking me.”

He touched Seb’s cheek. “That, and, you know. Other things.”

“What other things? We’ve never had a conversation, Chris, that didn’t involve the words come in me and fuck.”

“Ok, but, but , you can’t tell me that you don’t feel like there’s something more between us. Or that there could be.”

A dry chuckle, but Seb didn’t push his hand away. “Oh, I sure as hell can.”

“But you’d be lying. I know it.”

“Bullshit. You’re a mindreader, is that it?”

“I know that you always kiss me after we fuck. That even after that first time, the last thing you did was touch me like this”--he ran a thumb over Seb’s jaw--“and then like very gently kiss me.”

“So?”

“So,” Chris said, “in my experience, random strangers that I fuck over appliances generally like sex of the come-and-done variety. No one’s ever taken a moment like that with me, after, before.”

Seb shook his head. “Maybe you’ve been sleeping with shitty people.”

“Maybe. I mean, probably. But I just--” He gazed down into Seb’s eyes and let his still-buzzed tongue keep running. “I don’t know. Call me crazy. Or a goddamn romantic, but when we’re together, Seb, more and more, I feel like…”

“What?” Seb touched his wrist, his grip as uncertain as his expression.

“I feel like it killed me not seeing you for six weeks. And that it felt like something more than just missing sex.”

“You don’t know me, though. And I don’t know you.”

“No. Maybe not.” He brushed his fingers over Seb’s lips. “But I’d really, really like to.”

That scares the shit out of me, frankly,” he murmured.

“Why?”

“Because you might not like what you see.”

“And you might not like me.”

“Somehow, I find that hard to believe.”

Chris grinned. “Well, yeah, me too, but you never know.”

Seb’s mouth pursed and he kissed the tips of Chris’s fingers, traced them with the tip of his tongue. “How about we start with something simple?”

“Like what?”

“Like, what’s the last book you read?”

“Er, The Starr Report, I guess. That counts, right?”

Seb laughed and Chris’s dumb heart really, really liked that. “It so does.”

“And you?”

“Not a book, but a play: Ghosts, by Ibsen.”

“Huh. I don’t know that one.”

“I’ll tell you about it later, after you kiss me.”

“After I--?”

Seb rolled over and covered Chris with his body, hot and smooth and insistent. “After you kiss me and I kiss you and then whatever happens after that. Then I’ll tell you all about Ghosts, if you want. Or maybe you’ll want to ask me a question, you know, so we can get to know each other.” He bit at Chris’s neck. “How’s that sound?”

“Baby,” Chris said, lifting his hips and grinning and cupping the curves of Seb’s ass, “that sounds like a plan and a half.”

#evanstan #college au #hooking up #and then something more

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