Mr Stan (sebastian stan x reader)

eleven. stay

When the movie was about twenty minutes from ending, I felt tiredness come over me, Sebastian noticed but I didn't want to bother him, even though I saw him eyeing me every time I tried to cover my yawns with my hands. My hectic household had put my peaceful nights and undisturbed long mornings in bed to a holt.

Seb turned his head and looked down at me, I looked up to him, making everything go in slow motion for a little while. But he spoke up, releasing me from my daze. "Would you like to go to bed?" He asked.

I nodded.

He took my hand and stood up, turning the tv off and eventually guiding me to the stairs with him, through the almost pitch black room. We came to a stop a little after the stairs, he opened a door to a nicely furnished, large room, with a double bed in the middle.

"Sebby, I don't have any pyjamas," I addressed as he was turning on the bedside lamp, he turned towards me, chuckling slightly, flicking the switch on. He went over to the wardrobe and routed around, finishing a few moments later with some sweatpants and a button down.

"They're too small for me so they should fit you nicely," He smiled. "You can keep them if you want."

I nodded, smiling, talking the clothes as he pointed to the on suite bathroom.

When I came out Sebastian must have been sat on the bed, like he'd been waiting for me. He sprung up and laughed at my outfit, which fit didn't fit as well as he'd advertised. "The sweatpants were too big, so you're just gonna have to deal with me like this," I chuckled. The button down finished by my upper thighs, covering my underwear but exposing my bare legs. Of course he wouldn't mind though; he just grinned.

He walked up to me slowly and pulled me closer to him wrapping his arms around me. His embrace was warm and his big, strong arms seemed very protective when wrapped around my damaged body. The world around me melted away as I squeezed him back, not wanting the moment to end.

"Good night darling," He hummed, kissing me gently on the head.

"What? You're not staying?" I asked softly.

He back up "Well... I just assumed you...wouldn't want me too," he reply's slowly, pulling back a little to look me in the eyes, which clearly showed that I disagreed. "Oh... do you want me to stay?" He asks, his brows furrowing slightly.

"Yes," I answered.

"Are you sure? I just- I don't want to overstep any boundaries or do anything you're not comfortable with."

"Yes I'm sure," I nodded, and a smile grew on his face.

He walked around the bed while reaching under his T-shirt and pulling it off, revealing his toned body to me for the first time. He even smirked slightly when he saw me admiring the view.

He climbed into bed quickly and flipped open the other sides covers for me. When I finally got in and he clasped me in a warm, slow and luxurious hug, I felt every problem melt away. His arm was wrapped around my waist, pulling me close and gently rubbing my arm. His touch made the world warmer somehow, my future seeming a little less bleak by the minute.