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sebastianstanisahotmf · 2 months

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Happy Birthday🩷🩷

(Your birthday is just at the same day as Bucky’s!!!!)

Firstly thanks xoxo !!!

Secondly I was so happy when I found out that I share the same birthday as bucky lmao

#marvel #mcu #bucky barnes #James Bucky barnes #birthday #mutuals #asks #ask response #my response #thanks

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sebastianstanisahotmf · 2 months

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GUYS I'M OFFICIALLY 28!!!

#birthday #happy birthday to myself #my post #another year #28 #idk how to feel #i'm still in shock #And denial #lmaooo #marvel #mcu

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sebastianstanisahotmf · 2 months

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freeze! ✧ ─=≡Σ((( つ•̀ω•́)つ you’re under arrest for being so lovely. copy this message to 10 other blogs (only if you want to) that you think are beautiful and deserve it. keep the game going and make others feel beautiful

#Ask #send asks #Thanks #mutuals

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sebastianstanisahotmf · 2 months

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freeze! ✧ ─=≡Σ((( つ•̀ω•́)つ you’re under arrest for being so lovely. copy this message to 10 other blogs (only if you want to) that you think are beautiful and deserve it. keep the game going and make others feel beautiful

#thanks #Ask #ask response #Send asks #mutuals

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sebastianstanisahotmf · 2 months

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WIP Re-blog Game

If you're like me and you have a million WIPs and are anxious about updating them, play this game!

List the titles your top five priorities for WIP updates (link your fics for new readers!)

An upcoming scene, event, or detail in each fic that you're looking forward to writing

Bonus: make a poll for your followers to vote on which top 5 WIP they are most excited to see an update on!

Then tag 10 writer friends!

Priorities:

"Alpha, Beta (& Omega)" [Stucky, a/b/o]

"Temporary Custody" [Stucky x ofc, Dom/sub AU]

"Blood Moon Rising" [Stucky, werewolf a/b/o]

"The Carter Academy for Omega Excellence" [Stucky, a/b/o, D/s]

"Worth the Wait" [Stucky x reader, soulmate au, Dom/sub AU]

Excited about:

Bucky being spanked by his Alpha Headship 👋🏼

A steamy sex scene between husbands 🧑🏻‍❤️‍👨

The mating run 🐺

Steve taking control of Bucky's discipline programme 😈

No pressure Tags: @raven-writes-fanfic, @sagechanoafterdark, @ellethespaceunicorn, @thezombieprostitute, @katherineswritingsblog, @moonvis, @buckys-wintersoldier, @sebastianstanisahotmf, @ms-existentialcrisis, @emerald-writes

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sebastianstanisahotmf · 2 months

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💌 send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome!

#ask response #Asks #ask #Thanks

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sebastianstanisahotmf · 2 months

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💌 send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome!

#ask response #thanks

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sebastianstanisahotmf · 3 months

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Heyyy!!!

@nicoline1998enilocin @buckys-wintersoldier @kenzs-world @hisredheadedgoddess28 @kandis-mom @nekoannie-chan @cutedisneygrl

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sebastianstanisahotmf · 3 months

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Thanks for the tag!

IK he's a bad person but I swear I could change him. That's what I like to tell myself anyways

No pressure tags: @buckys-wintersoldier, @nekoannie-chan, @lives-in-midgard

You have to share a bed with the last character in your saved images.

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Don't ask why I saved this. LMAO

I feel slight fear over the thought of sleeping near him- feel like he'd just shove me out of the fuckin' bed. I'd get wing whacked. I'll take the floor I suppose.

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No pressure tags: @ghostslillady @ghosts-goldendoodle @a-small-writer-in-a-big-world @random-thot-generator @random0lover @writeforfandoms @sofasoap @shadofireshinobi @waltzthegenderfluidpan @archiviststar @kneelingshadowsalome @a-world-with0ut-dr34ms @deadbranch

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sebastianstanisahotmf · 3 months

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Miscellaneous fics and drabbles

PLEASE READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE READING SINCE SOME FICS ARE 18+. MINORS FUCK OFF, ALTHOUGH NOT ALL OF MY FICS ARE 18+ I STILL FEEL UNCOMFY WITH PEOPLE UNDER 18 READING MY FICS. ALSO, IF YOU DON'T LIKE SOMETHING THEN DON'T READ IT.

Fluff-💕

Smut-🔥

Angst-😢

Gore/thriller/horror ect-🩸

Mission 100-😢🩸

#Fics #Drabbles #mission 100 #miscellaneous

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sebastianstanisahotmf · 3 months

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Mission 100

A/N This is something random that I wrote. It has nothing to do with any fandom or anything but I would like to know your thoughts on it. Its also like 1.4k words long which is a lot for me. its pretty average for most people tho I'm just lazy

THIS IS NOT AN 18+ FIC BUT I STILL FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE WITH MINORS READING MY FICS SO PLEASE DNI IF YOU ARE A MINOR.

Summary NONE- read the warnings though

DO NOT REPOST ONTO ANY OTHER APPS/WEBSITES. THE ONLY PLACE THIS FIC IS ON IS TUMBLR.

Warnings Violence, Mild gore, it's about an assassin (need I say more?), angst, thriller kinda

The sky outside is torn apart by the jagged spears of thunder from the storm. The woman is anxiously awaiting a call. A call that determines her future actions. Her glossy, red nails tap on the table, keeping time with each passing second.

She’s a tall, slender woman (around 5”11) with a pale complexion and eyes like that of a feral cat- dangerous and unnerving. Her cheeks are a pale pink colour which matches her lips. She is dressed in a black suit with a black shirt that has the top button undone. On her feet are a pair of glossy black stilettos.

She is starting to get impatient.

The woman walks towards the adjacent room and the dusty floorboards creak with each step. The rain is beating against the thin, single-glazed windows which groan with the force of the winds, a sign the storm is getting worse.

She pushes the door open to reveal a man tied to a chair with nylon rope. The rope is tied around his chest and feet, attaching them to the chair. His hands are zip-tied together and a cloth has been tied around his head to act as a gag.

The man looks around 50 and his eyes are wide in fear. However, this fear is one he is familiar with.

The woman walks over to the table situated behind the door. She grabs a switchblade and holds it up. The man begins to frantically writhe about, he would scream but he knows it’s futile. Being in a house in such a secluded area makes situations like these worse for the victim but more fun for the captor.

The woman swiftly approaches the man. He lets out a whimper as she holds the blade to his neck.

“All you had to do was agree. You had to sign on the dotted line and this wouldn’t have happened,” she whispered.

She presses the blade into his neck, not enough to break the skin, but enough to make the man turn pale in fear of what she’ll do next.

“Now the boss has got me doing this. Again. And for what, all because you want to keep this old house,” she sneers.

The woman is about to continue speaking when she is interrupted by the telephone ringing. She slowly pulls away as a smirk makes its way onto her face. She puts the switchknife back onto the table.

“I’ll be back,” she tells the man before exiting the room.

She walks back into the other room and looks at the rotary phone screaming for her to answer it. She approaches the phone and picks up the handset.

“Hello,” the woman says to the person on the other end of the line.

The woman pauses for a few seconds before replying.

“I’ll make sure I do that boss.”

She puts the phone back on the switch hook.

The woman saunters back into the room where the man is supposed to be only to see he has escaped. She hears thudding on the stairs and grabs her swtichknife off the table before going to look for the man.

She trudges down the stairs in search of her prey. She goes into every room she comes across and checks each one thoroughly. Just as she is about to give up, she hears a familiar jingle of keys and runs towards the front door.

“So you thought you would escape me, you should know by now. I will always find you,” she sneers at the man.

“This isn’t you, you know it,” he tells her with pleading eyes.

“You don’t get to tell me who I am or how I act,” her voice trembles at the last word.

She pulls a gun out from the holster strapped to the back of her trousers and makes sure it’s loaded and the safety is off. She holds the gun up with a trembling hand. Tears start to gather in her waterline.

The man turns and tries to unlock the door. His attempt to free himself is ended when a gunshot is heard. This is followed by a thud and a cry of pain from the man.

The woman begins to sob as she steps over the man as she finishes unlocking the door and steps outside. The rain soaks through her clothes in a matter of seconds and her hair is sticking to her forehead.

She walks through the overgrown garden to a wooden bench almost engulfed by nature. She sits down and looks forward blankly.

That’s when it happens. She can see it. Happiness.

It was cold outside but the blankets wrapped around her kept her warm. She heard footsteps before her father walked into the room and picked her up. The girl giggled as he spun around with her in his arms.

He kissed her on the forehead and walked into the living room where the fireplace had been lit. He sat the girl on his lap and they sat there in silence, soaking up the heat…

The woman comes back to her senses when she hears groaning coming from the house. She practically jumps off the bench and grabs her gun.

She crouches behind a nearby bush and slowly makes her way towards the noise. It’s the man dragging himself out of the house. She huffs in annoyance and stands up.

She approaches the man with an emotionless face and picks him up by the collar of his shirt. He is drenched from the rain and he’s losing blood fast.

The woman drags him inside and closes the door, which she props him up against. She crouches down to his level.

“You could’ve made it out of this alive if you had just played dead for a few more minutes,” she whispered.

“You could have let me make it out alive.”

“And risk being skinned alive. I don’t think so,” she has an unidentifiable look on her face now.

She looks remorseful but merciless at the same time. Two emotions which usually represent two different sides of a story but not this time.

The woman grabs the man by the collar of his shirt again and begins to drag him into a bedroom.

Once they get there she only just manages to get him onto the bed.

“You don’t have long left, I hit the artery in your left leg,” she tells the man, checking her gun.

She looks up, confused he didn’t answer. Her eyes full are of sorrow but her body language shows her violent nature.

“What do you expect me to say?”

“Something!”

“You don’t have to do this,” he tells her.

“Don’t you understand? I have no choice. You’re my mission,” she doesn’t shout this time, she puts her gun on the bed and looks down at the floor.

“Then complete your mission, my love,” he whispers to her.

In a matter of seconds, the woman picks up her gun and shoots the man in the head. The gun falls out of her hand as she observes the crime scene she has created. Then, the guilt starts to set in.

The thunder outside roars and the lightning lights up the sky like fireworks.

The woman walks over to the man's corpse and grasps the knife in her pocket. She pulls it out and neatly carves ‘mission 100 complete’ into the man’s arm.

She grabs some blankets off a nearby chair and tucks the man in. She picks up her knife and gun before exiting the room.

The woman walks upstairs and back into the room with the phone inside. She calls the person from earlier, her boss. After a few seconds, he picks up.

“Mission 100 is complete sir,” she informs him.

“I congratulate you, your debt is paid and you are free,” her boss declares.

She puts the handpiece back on the switch hook. Once again, her face is emotionless but her trembling hands and unsteady steps convey her true emotions of shock, relief and regret.

She slowly makes her way back down the stairs for the last time. She goes back into the room where her latest and last mission lies, motionless and pale.

She almost hopes he is still alive. As she enters the room she feels tears start to gather in her waterline again.

The woman approaches the man for the last time. She sits on the bed next to him and smooths her hand over the blankets that once belonged to her. She leans over to the man and plants a kiss on his forehead.

“I’m so sorry father,” she whispers before sobs overtake her body.

She lays down and curls up next to the man.

Her repayment has cost her everything, her life, her happiness, her spark.

Finally, she is free and she has no debts.

She has no family.

I didn't know who else to tag so if you want to be tagged in other miscellaneous fics then please fill in the form also sorry if you have already filled in the form but if you do it again I can tag you I these types of fics. If that doesn't make sense you can message me or send an ask and I will explain further xoxo

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sebastianstanisahotmf · 3 months

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First 'date'

Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N Sorry for not being active I've just been spending time with friends and family but I'm back now! Also, this is going to be a series but idk how often I will update it.

THIS IS NOT AN 18+ FIC BUT I STILL FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE WITH MINORS READING MY FICS SO PLEASE DNI IF YOU ARE A MINOR.

Summary You and Bucky go on a first 'date'

DO NOT REPOST ONTO ANY OTHER APPS/WEBSITES. THE ONLY PLACE THIS FIC IS ON IS TUMBLR.

Warnings Fluff

You couldn't remember the last time you felt so nervous. You were getting ready for a date with James (or Bucky as he tells you to call him.) You met him on a dating app and were texting for two weeks before you decided to go on this date.

As well as feeling nervous, you also felt excited to meet Bucky. He seemed so sweet over text and judging by his profile picture, he was the hottest guy you had ever seen.

You could only hope he was like this in real life.

“Can I come in now?” your friend, Ella, shouted from the other side of your bedroom door.

“Yeah,” you shouted back.

Your so-called ‘date’ was more of a meeting at a coffee shop so you were wearing a slightly oversized shirt, your favourite jeans, and a pair of black sneakers. You had minimal makeup on and your hair was styled in a way that made you feel confident.

You and Bucky are anxious people and agreed that a coffee shop would be a much more calming environment when meeting each other for the first time.

“Do I look ok?” you asked Ella.

“You look amazing y/n!”

“Really?” you questioned.

“You're going to a coffee shop, not a Michelin-star restaurant,” Ella told you.

“Ok,” you took a deep breath, “I’m ready.”

You grabbed your bag off your bed and made sure you had everything you needed.

“I'll see you later,” you told Ella.

“I'll see you later if you don't end up getting laid.”

You rolled your eyes and left the apartment you shared with Ella.

The coffee shop was a five-minute walk away so you weren't in a hurry to get there.

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Once you got there you scanned the shop and your eyes landed on the man sitting at the table in the corner. You could only see the back of his head but he was dressed in all black and that's what Bucky told you he wore.

You cautiously approached him so as not to scare him.

“A-are you Bucky?” you asked.

The man turned around and smiled at you, “I am.” he replied.

“Thank God, if you said no I was gonna be so embarrassed,” you walked over to the chair across from him and sat down.

“How are you today?” he asked, cringing at the question.

“I was a little nervous earlier but I feel better since you seem to be in a similar state,” you responded with a chuckle.

“Is it that obvious?” he asked, rubbing the back of his head.

“Just a little bit, but you don’t have to feel bad about it,” you assured him.

You looked at the table where his hands were resting. You noticed the black gloves but didn’t say anything, you knew who he was but weren’t sure if he knew that and you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. You didn’t see him as a bad person or a villain. You did your research on him a while back and you could’ve never blamed him for his actions, he didn’t have control of himself at the time.

He seemed so genuine and kind, nothing like the monster the government made him out to be. You started to speak about how your week had been so far and you thought it was funny how Bucky spoke about his friend Sam who he seemed to love and hate at the same time.

“Do you want to order now?” he asked you.

You just nodded in response.

“If you want I can order for us,” Bucky offered.

You told him your order and thanked him for ordering for you. He got up from his seat and walked over to the counter to order. He told the barista the drinks he wanted and paid. As he was waiting for the drinks he looked over to you and smiled.

You returned his smile and butterflies erupted in your stomach. You tried to calm your nerves by looking at your lap.

A few minutes later, Bucky returned with the drinks and sat back down.

“Thanks,” you told him, “you didn’t have to buy my drink for me.”

“It’s the least I could do doll,” he told you with a smile.

You both continued to get to know eachother even more until the barista came over to tell you that closing time was in 5 minutes.

“So I guess that’s the end of our date,” Bucky chuckled, “ I hope I wasn’t too boring.”

“Hey, don’t put your self down, I had a good time,” you gave him a small smile.

You said your goodbyes and went your separate ways.

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As you walked through the door of your apartment, you were bombarded by Ella.

“So how did it go with Bucky?” he wiggled her eyebrows at you.

“It was really good, I hope we can go on another date, maybe to a restaurant next time,” you told her with a smile on your face.

Ella squealed and pulled you further into your apartment.

You were about to go into the livingroom when you heard the notification sound on your phone go off.

“Who is it?” Ella inquired.

“It’s Bucky,” you replied, clicking on the notification, “He wants to go on another date!” you almost shouted with excitement.

“Fuck yeah, my bestie is finally gonna get that D.”

“Calm down, you’re more excited about me having sex with Bucky then I am,” you laughed.

The rest of the night was spen watching movies whilst eating snacks and telling Ella everything about your ‘date’ with Bucky.

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sebastianstanisahotmf · 4 months

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HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! 🎉

I hope 2024 is a good year for everyone xoxo

I'm so thankful for my followers and the support you have given me since starting to post fics on this blog. I wish you all the best 💕

@nicoline1998enilocin @buckys-wintersoldier @lives-in-midgard @hisredheadedgoddess28 @kandis-mom

#marvel #mcu #happy new year #2024 #new year #new year same me #Lol #I'm defo not going to the gym #i cba

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sebastianstanisahotmf · 4 months

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Merry Christmas everyone!!!

And if you don't celebrate Christmas then happy holidays!

I've taken a small break from writing but I'll be back soon! xoxo

@lives-in-midgard @buckys-wintersoldier @nicoline1998enilocin @sergeantbarnessdoll

@nekoannie-chan

#Christmas #marvel #mcu #bucky barnes #james bucky barnes #Sebastian Stan #last christmas #wham!

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sebastianstanisahotmf · 5 months

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Hi love 🖤

I want to start by congratulating you on reaching 100 followers; you deserve every single one! 🥳

Second of all, I would love to make a request for your celebration, and this one will be for none other than our most wonderful God of Mischief, Loki! 💚

This story can be as either a regular or best friend or partner, whichever you think fits best with this story! But since Loki is of course the God of Mischief, what would a prank war with him look like?

Him and Reader pranking each other in a lot of different ways, all with the goal of making everyone laugh of course, we don't want anyone to intentionally get hurt during this!

I can't wait to see where you're going to take this idea, and once again, congratulations on reaching this wonderful milestone 🖤

Loki x Reader

A/N Firstly, I want to say thanks for your support xoxo. Secondly, thanks for the ask and I was very excited when I first saw it. I hope I write Loki's character right since I love him but have never written for him before. I also decided to make Loki and the reader a couple and I only used he/him pronouns for Loki but I am aware that Loki is genderfluid so next time I write a fic I will make sure to include that. This is a part of my 100 followers celebration and likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated.

THIS IS NOT AN 18+ FIC BUT I STILL FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE WITH MINORS READING MY FICS SO PLEASE DNI IF YOU ARE A MINOR.

Summary

DO NOT REPOST ONTO ANY OTHER APPS/WEBSITES. THE ONLY PLACE THIS FIC IS ON IS TUMBLR.

Warnings Fluff

Loki was the God of mischief. There was no doubt about that and he even carried his mischievous tendencies into your relationship. That was why there was an unnofficial prank war going on between both of you.

It all started when Loki set up a flour bomb but used his powers to mask it which made it invisible.

You were thinking of a way to trick Loki and decided on hiding all his books.

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“Do you know where my books are darling?” Loki asked you.

“No babe,” you responded, trying to stop yourself from smiling.

“Ok,” he replied.

A few minutes later, he walked back into the room, “Are you sure you don’t know where any of my books are my love?” he asked, crossing his arms.

“I told you I don’t know, you must have misplaced them,” you shrugged.

“I can’t have misplaced seven books darling,” he told you with his right eyebrows raised.

He looked around everywhere in the living room and walked back out in search of his ‘misplaced books’.

Once you knew he had gone, you took the books out from under the couch and placed them in a pile on the coffee table.

“My love, where on this god forsaken planet have you put my books,” Loki asked, walking back into the room.

“They’re on the coffee table love,” you said, desperately trying to hold in your laugh.

Loki huffed and looked at the coffee table where his books were.

“I can assure you my love, the books weren’t there earlier,” he stated, crossing his arms again but this time he had a smile on his face.

This made your facade crack and you burst out laughing.

“Do you think this is funny darling?” he questioned, walking over to you on the couch.

He leaned over and started to tickle you, “I won’t stop until you apoligose my love.”

“I-I’m sorry b-babe,” you weezed out.

Loki stopped tickling you and gave you a chassed kiss.

“It was payback for the flour bomb,” you told him.

“So does that mean you declare a war,” he proposed.

“Yes. I am declaring a prank war,” you said, crossing your arms and sitting up straight.

“You’re going to regret this love. You’re messing with the God of Mischeif,” he said matter-of-factly.

“I can take you,” you declared.

“It’s official then,” Loki announced.

“I think we need to officially seal it though,” you said.

“How do you suppose we do that?” Loki inquired.

“I think we should kiss to seal the deal.”

“That sound fair.”

You kissed Loki and then he picked his books up and left the room.

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It had been a few days since you had declared a prank war on Loki and you both haddn’t made a move yet. That was until today.

Loki knew you enjoyed baking on the weekends so he decided to prank you today.

He grabbed the carton of six eggs and took them out of the fridge. He filled a pan with water and put it on the hob he turned on a few minutes prior. Then, he put the eggs in when the water was boiling and waited until he knew they were hard-boiled.

Although Loki was unskilled in the kitchen due to his upbringing, he was still taught some basic skills and one of them happened to be boiling eggs.

Loki took the eggs out of the pan and waited for them to cool down before putting them back in the carton.

He cleared his tracks and started to make coffee and pancakes for both of you.

As he was halfway through flipping pancakes, you walked into the kitchen and wrapped your arms around him.

You kissed his back before saying, “good morning babe.”

“Good morning love, how did you sleep?”

“It was alright, and you?” you grabbed your coffee and sat down at the kitchen table.

“I always sleep well when you’re in bed,” his response was a little too kind compared to his usual responses.

Loki wasn’t mean to you -he was far from it- but he usually pulled that line out if he felt particularly cuddly or if you went to sleep mad at each other (which was an infrequent occurrence), making it seem more out of place.

You just shrugged it off and carried on with your morning as usual.

At around 12 o’clock, you turned to Loki on the couch and asked if you had any eggs he responded that you did so you decided to bake a cake for the two of you.

Loki had been acting weird all morning but you couldn’t put your finger on it. You concluded that he wasn’t feeling too good (mentally or physically) so baking would allow you to give him space and make him something he enjoys.

You got all the ingredients out and started to measure them. Once that was done, you mixed the butter and sugar together before reaching over to the eggs. You grabbed the first one and tried to crack it on the side of the bowl.

You were extremely confused when only the shell cracked. Without thinking, you reached for another egg but the same thing happened. You looked a little closer and peeled the shell off.

That’s when you realised why Loki had been acting strange all morning.

You walked into the living room with the two eggs and saw Loki reading a book. You strolled over and grabbed the book out of his hand which made Loki smirk.

“So you found my little surprise my darling.”

“Yeah I did,” you retorted, putting both hands on your hips, “Do we actually have any eggs or have you boiled them all?”

“Theres a spare carton of eggs hidden behind the cheese and yoghurts.”

“I’m gonna get you back for this,” you assured him.

“Oh, I’m sure you will love,” he almost whispered, to which you responded by putting your middle finger up at him as you walked out the room.

I’m considering doing part two because I have a few different prank ideas, but I don’t want to make this fic too long. Idk about you guys but I have a shit attention span which means I struggle to read longer fics but if that is what you want then comment below and I will make fics longer in the future.

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sebastianstanisahotmf · 5 months

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Grinch

Tony Stark x reader

A/N I'm so sorry for being so unorganised I thought something like this would be easy but I realised that it takes a ridiculous amount of planning so next time when I do an event like this I'll plan it for a couple more weeks in advance, but at least I can learn from this mistake. The last few fics for my 100 followers celebration SHOULD be coming out over the next few days so thank you for your patience. Also, likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated.

THIS IS NOT AN 18+ FIC BUT I STILL FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE WITH MINORS READING MY FICS SO PLEASE DNI IF YOU ARE A MINOR.

Summary Tony is a bit of a Grinch and you plan to change it

DO NOT REPOST ONTO ANY OTHER APPS/WEBSITES. THE ONLY PLACE THIS FIC IS ON IS TUMBLR.

Warnings Fluff

Christmas wasn’t Tony’s favourite time of year, if anything he hated it. It wasn’t hard to understand since he had spent many years alone as each day bled into another with the drink, drugs and women.

However, you were determined to get Tony into the Christmas spirit this year. The first step of your plan was to take him shopping for decorations.

“Come on Tony, stop being such a grinch, we're going shopping whether you like it or not,” you told him with your arms crossed.

“I can just get F.R.I.D.A.Y to order them for us,” he retorted with a pout on his face.

You walked over to him and kissed his pouty lips, “It will be fun babe, I promise,” you gave him the sweetest smile you could conjure.

“Fine, only because I love you,” he responded, kissing you again.

“And I love you too,” you grabbed his hand and practically dragged him out the door.

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“What do you think of these baubles?” you asked Tony.

“They look good, they’ll go with the tree,” he replied.

Tony wasn’t ready to admit it, but he had started getting into the Christmas spirit. He was starting to enjoy this shopping spree that he almost didn’t join you on.

“We’ll get these then,” you put them in the basket with a smile on your face.

You noticed Tony’s new interest in the decorations which was unexpected but made you happy.

“I think that’s it for this shop,” you walked over to the till and Tony emptied the basket.

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Two hours of shopping later, you were back home with countless bags spread across the living room.

“Please can you help me decorate?” you asked Tony.

You walked over to him and sat in his lap, “Pleeeease.”

Tony rolled his eyes, “You owe me,” he told you with a playful smirk.

You smiled and grabbed his hand. You took him over to the tree you put up in the corner of the living room and handed Tony a box of baubles.

“Put them anywhere you think it looks good,” you told him.

He raised his eyebrow, “really?”

“Yeah. I’m aware that I’m a perfectionist on everything else but I promise decorating the tree is supposed to be fun, not perfect.”

You both took baubles out of the box and put them on the branches. Around 40 minutes -and a lot of messing around- you were finished.

“Oh shit,” you exclaimed.

“What?” Tony asked, concerned.

“We forgot to put the lights on the tree.”

Tony looked at the tree and then at the lights on the floor, “I could still get them on, I’ll just have to be careful,” With that, Tony picked up the string of lights and carefully put them around the tree.

Once he was finished, he pulled back to look at the tree but had knocked five baubles off in doing so.

“Shit!” he shouted which made you laugh, “It’s not funny,” he told you whilst trying to hold in his laugh.

“I think it looks amazing babe,” you said.

“Me too, but I’m tired. We can finish decorating tomorrow, ” Tony feinforced this with the fakest yawn you've ever seen.

“Seems like it,” you grabbed the other decorations and put them in a box ready for the next day.

Then, Tony got onto the couch and started to flick through the channels on the tv before deciding to look through Netflix.

You walked over to Tony and smiled at his concentrated face.

He looked up at you and mentioned with a smirk on his face, “You owe me still.”

“What do I owe you Tones?” you didn’t know what answer to expect since Tony was so unpredictable.

“You owe me cuddles on the couch while we watch the Grinch,” he said, grabbing a blanket and shuffling back on the couch.

“One, you are the Grinch and two, that sounds fair,” you replied, smiling and getting onto the couch. Tony just rolled his eyes in response.

You shuffled back so Tony was spooning you and his chin was resting on your head. He threw the blanket over you and kissed your head. You both stayed like that until you fell asleep.

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christmas shopping

Bucky Barnes x reader

A/N This is a part of my 100 followers celebration. Thanks for being so patient with me and my inconsistent posting of these fics. All mistakes are my own so if you see any feel free to let me know. Also, comments, likes and reblogs are appreciated.

18+ MINORS FUCK OFF YOU'RE NOT OLD ENOUGH (I WARNED YOU)

Summary You and Nat do some Christmas shopping and when you get back Bucky is horny. (I'm sorry for the shitty summary)

DO NOT REPOST ON ANY OTHER APPS/WEBSITES. THE ONLY PLACE THIS FIC IS ON IS TUMBLR.

Warnings Fluff, smut, unprotected sex (use protection, you're not fictional)

Today, you had decided that you were going to do your Christmas shopping. However, you decided to bring Natasha along to help you in your decision-making because she also needed to buy some presents.

“Where are we going first?” you asked Nat.

“I’m thinking we go to the bookstore first since it’s the closest and we’ll work our way around all the other shops.”

“Sounds good,” you responded.

It was less than a 5-minute walk to the bookshop that you and Bucky loved so much. It wasn’t fancy and the employees were accommodating.

“Good morning Richard,” you shouted as soon as you entered the shop.

Richard was one of the three workers at the shop. He was a decade or so younger than Bucky and was your favourite person there (although the others were still nice.) Richard had started working there 20 years ago when he was supposed to retire but, with his wife having passed and nothing to do he decided to get a job to give him something to do.

“Good morning dear, I see you haven't got Bucky with you today,” he responded with a smile on his face, “Who’s this lovely young lady you have with you?”

“This is mine and Bucky’s friend Natasha, we're here to do some Christmas shopping.”

Richard nodded, “It’s nice to meet you, Natasha.”

“It’s nice to meet you too Richard, I’ve heard a lot about you,” she responded with a grin on her face.

“All good things I hope,” Richard joked.

You all laughed, “There’s only good things to say about you.”

“I’ll let you ladies shop around while I finish stocking the shelves. If you need me just give me a shout.”

“Will do.”

You and Natasha walked around for a while before your eyes laid upon the perfect gift for Bucky. It was the first edition of the Hobbit aka Bucky’s favourite book. He did have a copy of it at home but it was a new copy.

You knew that Bucky would love it. You picked it up from the shelf and showed it to Natasha.

“Finally, you found one,” she rolled her eyes.

Bucky was always talking about getting a first-edition copy of The Hobbit, but he couldn’t find one anywhere. You had suggested him looking online but he didn't trust people as it was so how was he going to trust a stranger on the internet trying to sell something to him?

You walked over to the counter and it was perfect timing since Richard had just finished stocking the shelves.

He scanned the barcode on the back and asked, “Just this my dear?”

“Yes please,” you took your purse out of your bag and grabbed the correct amount of money.

You grabbed the book and put it in your bag and then said bye to Richard before walking out of the shop with Nat.

“Where to next?” you asked.

“I want to look in Louis Vuitton because Steve needs a new belt. His is almost falling apart but he’s too stubborn to buy a new one.”

“Sounds like Steve,” you added while trying not to laugh.

Everyone knew that Steve hated spending money on ‘unnecessary’ things. It wasn’t that he didn’t have money but he grew up not having much which had made him more conscious of how he spent the money he had.

You crossed the road and walked into the Louis Vuitton store….

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Many hours later, you and Nat trudged through the door of the compound, both nads full of bags.

“Looks like you spent a lot of money,” Sam mentions.

“No shit!” you retorted.

Sam just rolled his eyes and looked over to Bucky and Steve who had just walked into the room.

“Did the shopping go well ladies?” Bucky asked.

“I’d say so,” Natasha shrugged.

“Me too, you responded.”

Bucky walked over to you and grabbed your bags off you. You followed him to your shared floor where he placed the bags down and picked you up.

He started to kiss you with an unexpected amount of need.

“Are you ok Bucky?” you questioned.

“Yeah doll, just horny.”

Before you could respond, you were cut off by a moan when Bucky sucked on your sweet spot.

He walked into your bedroom and put you down on the bed. He got up to turn the light off and start to take your clothes off so you took it as your sign to do the same.

Once you were both done, you shuffled into the middle of the bed. Bucky crawled onto the bed and kissed you from your right ankle up to your neck.

He lifted his head so he could kiss you again. He licked across the seam of your lips, a silent request that you granted. You instantly submitted and allowed his tongue to dominate yours.

“Bucky please!” you pleaded.

“What baby?” Bucky asked with a smirk on his face.

“I-I want you inside me babe, please,” you begged.

With that, Bucky kissed you again and grabbed his throbbing member. He gave it a few tugs before lining up with your aching pussy.

He slowly pushed in so you could get used to his size.

“Please move,” you moaned.

Bucky planted his face in the crook of your neck and started to thrust, his pace relentless. Moans were punched out of you as he also crept a hand down to rub your throbbing clit.

“I love you s’much doll,” Bucky slurred, drunk on the feeling of your tight pussy wrapped around him.

“I l-love you too,” you said before letting out a pornographic moan.

Bucky kissed back up your neck to kiss you again but this time it was all tongue and teeth. Your pussy started to flutter which made Bucky moan.

“So fuckin’ tight,” he gritted out “Cum for me doll, go on, show me how much you love this cock,” Bucky started to thrust impossibly faster.

“Love your cock so much,” you moaned, “I'm cumming, I'm cumming, gonna cum,” you chanted.

Fireworks exploded behind your eyelids as your body convulsed from the almost overwhelming pleasure Bucky was giving you.

“‘m gonna cum too, right in this perfect fuckin’ pussy, so fuckin’ perfect,” Bucky growled.

His hips stuttered before they came to a stop as he came inside you, his warm seed filling you up and spilling onto the sheets.

Bucky laid on top of you as he tried to slow his breathing.

You ran your hands through his hair as he hissed any bit of skin he could reach.

“I love you so much doll,”

“I love you so much too babe.”

Bucky leaned up to kiss you before going into the bathroom and grabbing a wet washcloth to clean himself and another one to clean you gently.

After that, he got back into bed and lifted his arm so you could snuggle into his side.

“So what did you get me doll,” he asked with a smirk on his face.

You playfully hit him on the chest and responded with “You’ll find out on Christmas day.”

You were feeling tired so you leaned up to give Bucky a chassed kiss on the lips before telling him, “Good night babe,”

“Good night doll,” Bucky held you closer and started to drift off himself.

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