#h. on the edge ; with seb

[hacksawgeddon]

➳ on the edge ; @sebnimassoudafm

He had noticed this one for some time now, hanging around the invisible borders of his territory to look at the plants, of all things. Hacksaw couldn't exactly pinpoint why but he had a special kind of disdain for the academic types - something about seeing them making his blood boil. Such is the same with this one in particular. Just how many times had he seen the stranger stop to look at the surrounding foliage? It was such a strange scenario with Hacksaw standing idly by just waiting for him to trespass and him simply not doing that at all. How infuriating!

[babiebom]

Sebastian NSFW Alphabet

A/N: the actual love of my life is next, be prepared for the others to either come over the next couple of weeks or the next couple of days depending on how fast I do them.

Tw: nsfw content(sex, kinks, cum, ome mention of piss yk the usual) cursing

Wc:idk

Stardew Masterlist NSFW Alphabet Masterlist

C- Cum (anything to do with cum,basically)

If you asked him to his face he’d just say that he’s okay with whatever you want but in truth he wants to ruin you completely. I think he would be very awkward and unwilling to admit that he wants to cum inside you and on you. Like he wants to go until you’re covered and filled with his cum. It’s probably a possessive thing.

E- Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

I think I’ve talked about this before? Like he’s either a virgin or he’s had one or two people that he’s slept with before. I do think he and Abigail have hooked up at least once but stopped at some point because something happened. But I do lean more towards him being a virgin right now

He doesn’t really know what he’s doing but he learns quickly and never shows that he’s clumsy with it. Acts like he’s just learning what you like in order to pretend that he’s cool calm and collected. Inside he’s freaking out because he doesn’t know what he’s doing and is VERY worried you’re not enjoying yourself.

G- Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? Etc)

He would want to be funny and relaxed in the moment, but he is quite serious because he’s kinda insecure, and wants everything to be good so he can’t really relax and be a little funny until you’re far into the relationship.

H-Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

His pubic hair is dark like his hair(I know people think he’s a redhead like his mom but I do like that his hair is dark.) he will let it get messy if he’s single but once he starts dating he trims it VERY low. Like he’s not bald but is very short in order to make everyone comfortable.

I-Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

I don’t think he’s very romantic unless you ask him to make more of an effort. I don’t think he’s entitled or even open with asking for sex, but you can tell when he wants to do the do. He’s more like….idk how to describe it. It’s just he’s like more touchy and cuddly when he’s horny? If you ask him to be more romantic he’ll do the candle thing probably or something nerdy but cute.

J- Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

One of the horniest men to ever exist ngl. Dude probably jacks off at least once a day. Let’s face it, he’s an antisocial emo, who sits in his room all day because he doesn’t want to leave it and to further that point he even has a job that requires him to not leave it. Seb has so much alone time and so many naughty thoughts that he has to rub one out in order to even concentrate properly. Luckily no one really bothers him so he has only been caught probably once and as a teenager.

K- Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Lord Jesus this man has too many to count so I might go top five. He likes role playing and dressing up for SURE. Wear that maid costume, or if you’re particularly dominant out HIM in a maid costume. Let him wear his Wizard cosplay like dude is DOWN. Bdsm. Literally(I say this word way too much)as a whole he likes bondage, he likes sadism and masochism(he will let you choose) he’s into dominant and submissive roles(again he will let you choose) it’s just FUN for him. He likes choking, and probably has a body worship kink (both ways), and overstimulation. Used to edge himself on accident and it became a thing for him

L-Location (favorite places to do the do)

In his room, or near the lake. He likes it most on his bed because after it smells like you, and he’s always dreamed of fucking a significant other in his bed during one of his jerk off sessions, and literally having you in his bed is a dream come true. Also on the couch in his room, because it’s kinda depraved. Like you two were so wrapped up in each other that you couldn’t make it to the bed that’s a couple of feet away.

He likes the lake because it gives off the exhibition vibe while honestly being kinda private. Like he’s usually the only one by the lake at a certain time (unless Demetrius comes and ruins the vibes for him even if he’s usually on the other side of the lake) and living on the mountain top means that no one is really around to snitch on him. Like his mother is too wrapped up in her husband and his sister is too wrapped up in her experiments and robots to even notice that he’s railing you by the lakeside.

M- Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

I feel like I’ve said this for EVERY character so I’m gonna try to reword it from just *you*

His mind gets him going. Like he’s always thinking of something dirty, even if he’s doing something completely innocent. Like he can be working and all of a sudden his mind is wandering because his work is so boring that it can’t help but fill the boredom with things he finds fun. Like video games and fucking you until the both of you are on the verge of passing out.

N- No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

Like the last letter, I feel like i say it a lot for each character but like anything that’s too gross. Like I think this man might go pretty far. Would probably even try piss stuff once if you really wanted it. So like anything that’s farther than that is a no.

O- Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Would say his preference is giving but in reality it’s receiving. He loves giving head, don’t get me wrong. But he will never turn down you giving him head EVER. There’s just something about how the comepletely falls apart when your mouth is on him. He could cry from how thankful he is that you’re willing to do this for him.

Giving head I would say he’s decent and get better every time. He strives for greatness(lmao like he’s an elite employee) when it comes to getting you to cum. He will always try new techniques in order to get you cumming quicker each time. He wants you to feel the best he can make you feel.

Q- Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc)

LOVES THEM. COMPLETELY!!!! Wants to be in you all day every day, and if quickies are the way to do it before he can have you all to himself, well, guess you’re gonna have a lot of quickies throughout the day. Oh well!

R-Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks?)

Like I mentioned earlier, Seb has a bit of an exhibitionist kink, it’s more that he wants to show off that he gets to fuck YOU. Like look at my hot significant other, rather than showing off his skills or himself. He doesn’t really want people to watch at all(unless it’s like Sam who he’s cool with watching) but like he does wish that people knew that he somehow bagged the hottest person alive(you). So he’ll fuck you in semi public. Like at the lakeside in the middle of the night, or in his room when he knows everyone is awake

And yes he is always game to experiment. If it’s going to make the experience better for both of you, his thought process is: why not? Willing to try almost everything once.

T- Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I think he probably owned like a vibrating cock ring or a pocket pussy or a tenga egg or something while he was single. Now that he has you he rarely uses those things anymore unless you want him to incorporate it into sex.

Will buy toys for you, and if you buy toys for him he won’t object. Likes using them during sex, even if he doesn’t think y’all need them.

U- Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Likes to tease a decent amount, especially the more confident he gets. Will tease and laugh at you(in a mean but good way) if you’re begging or crying or something. Gives in if you beg just right though. He’s a menace not evil.

[slytherizz]

Everything, with you - Sebastian Sallow x F!MC/Reader

Tags/Warnings: 18+ | Breeding Kink | Size Kink | explicit sexual content | Dad!Seb

All tags can be found on Ao3

Summary:

"Watching you carry my children is one of life's greatest pleasures. If it's possible - you're more beautiful now than you've ever been.”

“Do you ever think about…”

“Having another one?”

A/N This works as a stand-alone but if you happened to have read either of my long fics this would sit either after the epilogue of 'Whatever it Takes' or in between the final chapter and the epilogue of 'In the Shadow of Us' (but I omitted the Azkaban references so it works for both). I have literally nothing to say for myself for this one other than...

For the thicc Seb girlies 💕

Dark curly hair tickled the underside of Sebastian's chin as he adjusted his son nestled in his lap. Book resting against his knee which was bent at an awkward and rather uncomfortable angle where he'd managed to cram himself onto Sam's little bed. Sebastian’s neck ached and his left leg was almost completely dead. Not that he minded. He knew his youngest would outgrow this one day, and would no longer need his father to read him fairytales. So Sebastian succumbed easily to Sam’s pleading and let himself be the dutiful mountain against which his son could rest. 

"Now, this word’s a little tricky, so take your time with it,” Sebastian tapped his finger on the page. "What does this say?"

"I'm not sure." Sam frowned. He traced his pudgy finger over the unfamiliar word and along the bright plume of fiery feathers printed in rich shades of red and gold on the page. The enchanted bird ruffled its wings as it clicked its beak attempting to nip at Sam's fingers. Each time the bird squawked soundlessly as he stroked its plumage Sam giggled with delight.

"Sound it out. You see right here? The 'Ph' makes an ‘f’ sound.”

"Like ‘t’ and ‘h’ make a 'the' sound?" 

“Exactly right. Two letters. One sound,” Sebastian said, ruffling his boy's hair proudly. 

Alice, his eldest had always had an uncanny ability to memorise words. Could recall the contents of practically every book he'd ever given her once she’d devoured it. She'd taken great pride in unnerving her primary school teacher by listing every ingredient in ‘A draft of living death’. Which may have seemed like a feat within itself…until she’d insisted on doing it backwards.

His unique form of parenting had been called into question more than once by her teachers but who was he to tell his daughter that ‘most potent potions’ was not appropriate bedtime reading? Restricting her inquisitive mind would be a far greater sin. 

Sam's little mind on the other hand worked like a tinker. Slower it may seem than his sister as he pieced together meaning. But that wasn’t nearly the case. Simply because he liked to fiddle with things more than his sister. Take a word apart and rearrange it before dismantling it again entirely. He picked apart the rules as he learnt them. All whilst, humming sagely from time to time like he was some great philosopher and he wasn't in fact, a boy of four who had spent the morning sulking when there was no honey left in the pantry for his toast.

“Try sounding it out," he encouraged. 

"Fee-nix?" Sam’s brows furrowed slightly the new word unfamiliar and clunky on his tongue. "Pheonix?"

"That’s it. You’re doing well. Now I know you know the rest of it. Reckon you can read the full sentence?” 

"The p-phoenix went up in…smoke?"

"Clever boy!"

Sam turned to look up at Sebastian, puffing out his chest with pride. Sebastian kissed the crown of his head affectionately. Sam burrowed his head into his shirt trying and failing to disguise a yawn against his father's chest. 

Snapping the book closed and placing it on his bedside table. Sebastian scooped him up as he shifted off the small bed placing his son snuggly under the quilt constellations in golden thread adorned its edges. 

“Right, I think that's enough for tonight. Bedtime for you mister.”

“But I'm not tired,” Sam protested. Rubbing his drooping eyelids which did little to rally his father to his plight. Eyes so like his mother's framed under furrowed dark brows. Stubbornness was an inherited trait and with how pigheaded he and his wife could be Sebastian should have known his children would be no different.

“I'm sure you're not,” Sebastian chuckled. Tucking the blankets tighter around his squirming limbs. “But it's already way past your bedtime. If you settle down I’ll put the stars up - How does that sound?”

Sam grinned, nodding his head eagerly as he buried his head deeper into his pillow. Sebastian pulled out his wand. Sam’s eyes lighting up. Glittering as they always get in his eyes when either of her parents performed even the simplest of charms. With an unnecessarily large flourish, Sebastian extinguished the bedside lantern plunging them into darkness. He whispered his modified charm.

Stars small but dazzling began to twinkle into life one by one across the steepled ceiling painting the cosmos across the wooden beams. 

It wasn’t nearly as elaborate as the charm in the Hogwarts great hall that had given Sebastian the inspiration. Not quite a replication of the overcast sky outside, but to Sam’s childlike wonder; his father could conjure the heavens in his bedroom. Pluck the stars from the sky so he could sleep bathed in starlight. 

For all his folly into the persuits into the darker sides of magic - there was no spell more powerful than the ones that made his children’s life a little more magical. 

“Night, Dad.”

***

Undoing the buttons of his shirt Sebastian shucking the material from his shoulders. Wincing as he kneaded at the tight knot that had formed in his neck from too long spent hunched over in his son's small bed. Stretching like a bear ripe from hibernation joints cracking audibly. 

His dark brows lifted in alarm as he caught his reflection in the ornate oblong mirror tucked into the corner of their bedroom. 

Sebastian had always looked like his father. Same bow to their lips, unruly chestnut hair and soft brown eyes like sodden earth after rain. He could practically divine how his features would change using the brushstrokes of the portrait of his parents that hung proudly on the stairs. 

But it was the things that went beyond the superficial that made his parents' old friends stumble on his name and acquaintances double-take in the street as if the dead still walked among them. The determined set of his jaw, the curious glint in his eye. There truly had never been any mistaking exactly who Sebastian’s father was. 

But he didn’t just look like his Dad ; he looked like a Dad.

Not that he'd ever been particularly lean . A stockiness to his frame as all Sallow men carried. Violence practically carved into his marrow. Built more for quidditch or boxing, than for scholarly pursuits he'd always been drawn to; but this was getting out of hand. 

Sebastian frowned at his reflection. Still strong in the trunk in a way that he never minded, especially not with how it elicited such sinful looks from his wife but he had become notably softer around the middle. What had once been a sparse tuft of hair on his chest he’d taken great pride as a lad, was now thick dark hair trailing down his stomach. 

It seemed as unprepared Sebastian had been, stumbling bowlegged and awkwardly into fatherhood, not having nearly enough time with his own to have much to go off; his body had settled far quicker into his new role than he had.

Scratching at the short beard he kept neatly trimmed. Well, for what could pass as neat considering his hair was unruly no matter where it grew. Sebastian twisted and turned, appraising himself from different angles.

When was the last time he'd duelled? Worked up any kind of sweat? 

Perhaps he should consider himself lucky he was in the shape he was. Carrying his children upstairs to bed and lugging stacks of heavy stacks of old manuscripts and attifacts charmed against magical interference around the Department of Mysteries hardly counted as exercise. The closest thing anyone would consider vigorous was fucking his wife. But then again holding her small frame against a wall hardly felt like work. 

He rotated his joints, and the tendons of muscle in his heavy shoulders flexed under freckled skin. An old puckered scar long faded to white across his shoulder now a mere remnant from his past life. Underneath the soft exterior of the doting father he’d become still lurked the shadow of the hellion youth he’d once been. 

Delicate hands slithered around his middle running along the breadth of him stroking at the hair on his chest. Her warm cheek came to rest, nestled between his shoulder blades. Sighing affectionately, her breath tickling his skin. Sebastian leaned into her touch, even after all these years he still felt sparks.

"If you keep scowling your face will get stuck like that,” she chided. Sebastian snorted twisting in her hold to face her. She’d loosened the soft braids she usually wore at her temples so her hair hung loose around her shoulders. She smiled up at him, crooked and his heart stuttered in an unsteady rhythm. 

“Alice, go down without any fuss?”

“Has she ever?” She quirked an eyebrow at him far more amused by their daughters' antics than cross. “Caught her trying to get into your study after I put her to bed - again. Luckily she isn’t half as stealthy as she is mischievous.”

Sebastian grinned at her, arching his eyebrows. “She gets that from you.”

“I think Scribner would have disagreed.” She said rolling her eyes. “But something tells me it's not Alice's nocturnal antics causing that face. Tell me what's wrong my love?" 

Placing a warm hand against his cheek fingers combing through the hair on his chin. He shifted uncomfortably under the weight of her gaze. Failing to suppress the heat he could feel rising in his cheeks most likely staining the tops of his ears. 

"Nothing, Pet. I’m uh-” he hesitated, wincing slightly. Perhaps she hadn’t noticed. And is she hadn't, he was reluctant to point it out. Lest it change the way she looked at him. She was still as radiant the first time he'd laid eyes on her but Sebastian was a far cry from the roguish boy who'd made her heart race. 

He leaned heavily into her hand resting against his chin. Letting the tenderness of her touch and softness of her gaze quell the unease. “Just carrying a bit more timber than I'm used to. I hadn’t noticed how much the years had caught up to me. After two kids and all."

"You’ll always be the same stubborn and reckless boy to me," she wrapped her arms around him tighter. It was only a chaste peck but an inexplicable blush darkened her cheeks as she nibbled on the inside of her cheek contemplatively. Her hands grazed along Sebastian’s freckled shoulders, through the sparse hair on his chest nails scratching softly. "But I must admit…I rather like you like this. Broad. Manly.”

" Oh - Do you now?" he smirked. Admiring the flush that had stained her cheeks at her admission.

Seeming to take an unnatural amount of interest in the pattern of their curtains she averted her eyes blushing deeply. "Yes. I do. And don't let it go to your big head.”

Far too late for that. After all these years she should really have known better. His chest already swelling with pride a smug smile pulling at the corner of his freckled cheeks.

Tugging at the sleeve of her pale blue dress. The cotton slipped away to expose more of her skin. Sebastian snaked his hand around her waist to settle on the small of her back. Ducking his head to pepper kisses along the dip of her shoulder. 

The faint smell of mallowsweet that always clung to her hair far sweeter than any perfume; a herb balm that had soothed and tamed his stubborn heart. Heat rose where he'd exposed her as Sebastian's mouth worked its way down her neck towards her clavicle. Her fingers pressed a little harder into his flesh feeling the tight coils of muscle that still lurked underneath. 

Despite Sebastian's intention of letting his wife thoroughly enjoy the body, she found so desirable. She seemed distracted. Her breathing hitched a little as he grazed his teeth over her delicate throat. Sucking in just a way that would usually drive all the thoughts from her pretty head - that was not the case tonight.

“Besides - it's not like I look the same as I did before Alice and Sam.”

"Mmm, but watching you carry my children is one of life's greatest pleasures. If it's possible - you're more beautiful now than you've ever been.”

“Do you ever think about…”

She trailed off. Mouth opened and closed lamely as she searched for the words her eyebrows furrowed. 

“Having another one?”

The high-pitched and uncharacteristically nervous noise of agreement she emitted made Sebastian pause his efforts to adorn her shoulder with dark love bites which were now blooming like wild grapes. 

It was rare to see his wife nervous. Even rarer still for her mind to be elsewhere when it came to their marital relations. But he could understand her trepidation; it wasn’t as if either of their children had exactly been planned. 

Before either of them were born he often wondered if they should have been parents. Not a single guardian between them to cobble together any semblance of what a parent should be. A trail of lost souls he'd not been able to protect. 

Hazy memories of love weren't exactly a blueprint for success. 

So Sebastian packed those feelings away even before he'd let them fully bubble to the surface. Resigned perhaps to the fact that although she may have fallen in love with the rough-edged boy he’d been; she'd still bore witness to the worst of him. A dark unsightly stain on his soul he kept cloistered away but they both knew would never leave him. Or her.

And why would either of them want to burden a child with him as their father; or her with his last name? It did not do to dwell on something Sebastian never thought he’d be able to have.

Then one day their world shifted and as willfully unprepared as they’d been for it; so did they. 

Alice bloomed in the cracks of space in their lives they hadn’t known something had been missing. But perhaps had always left vacant and wanting for her. 

Sam, followed so shortly after. Alice - barely a year old when they’d realised three would quickly become four. 

By then, Sebastian had put to rest that gnawing anxiety that told him perhaps they should have never been parents. Fatherhood suited him. Soothed an old ache that had been throbbing since the passing of his own and now he wore it like a familiar coat. 

He allowed himself to bask in the elation of their growing family; in a way, he’d not been able to with Alice. Not only taking pride in his wife, who practically glowed more beautiful than he’d ever seen her; but pleasure in watching her stomach swell once again with his child. 

So much in fact, he lamented over the missed opportunity for what it would be like to take her with the sole intention of filling her with life. Could practically taste it every time he felt her unravelling on his cock. Dragged his feet at the apothecary when she asked him to purchase extra dandelion root for her monthly brew in the years that followed.

Already Sebastian could feel his blood rushing south at the thought. Inhaling sharply, calming his heart which was now thumping hard against his sternum as that familiar desire pooled. 

“I love our family. Alice and Sam, are plenty troublesome and we have our hands full as it is,” he began carefully.

Sebastian cupped her chin, shifting her soft gaze to his. The smile he wore, genuine if a little weak. What he said was true. Sebastian did not wish to burden her with making such a decision simply to satisfy his elicit fantasies. He would not begrudge her if she didn’t want another child after she’d given him so much - more than he’d ever let himself hope for. 

But she visibly deflated with his words. “Oh…so you wouldn't want another one?”

“No! I mean- not ‘ no’ . Merlin, it’s quite the opposite. In fact, I think I’ll always want more ,” Sebastian spluttered. Tongue tied and feeling the opportunity slipping through his fingers Sebastian took a breath to right himself. “Neither of us has much in the way of family outside of the one we made for ourselves - each child you give me is the greatest blessing I never thought I’d have. I’d love nothing more than to grow the family that we created.”

“I just want to know you're sure. You don't have to just because I want one.”

“There is nothing within my power that I would not give you. But, trust me love there are other  reasons it appeals to me.” 

“Oh?”

Hands glided down her spine grabbing the soft curve of her backside. Her eyes widened as he pulled her flush against his body where she could feel the growing bulge press against her stomach. Tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear, Sebastian ducked his head to nip gently at her earlobe before he whispered.

“Getting to fuck you purely with the intention of filling you with my seed. Watching you swell with another of my children. Breeding you. ” His voice, a low rumble reverberating from deep in his chest. Domineering. Predatory. Every point his body was pressed against hers felt like a fire that ignited a desire that lay dormant inside him. Desperate to claw its way out. Claim her as his - again . "Wearing the evidence under those pretty dresses of yours for everyone to see. So they know exactly what you let me do to you. Who you belong to.”

A visible shiver ran down her spine. Goosebumps prickling across her skin at the filth of his words. Feeling pressed hard against her stomach exactly how much the idea appealed to him. 

“Sebastian-”

“Tell me you want it and it’s yours,” he murmured huskily against her neck. Nipping at that spot below her jaw he knew made her knees buckle. 

His little witch had never been the obedient sort, as wild and stubborn as a poorly bottled lightning. But after all these years together - Sebastian knew exactly which buttons to push. How to make her laugh so hard her cheeks ached from smiling; a sound so perfect it washed his worries away like a tide. The ones that made rage; burn so fiercely he was reminded she was barely a witch at all but a dragon merely playing at domesticity. 

Most favourably to Sebastian were the ones that turned every rational coherent thought in her head into a blinding fog of lust.

He trailed kisses across her skin, her pulse quickening under the tender brush of his lips. An eager whine slipped from her throat. Hips pushing against his in search of friction to soothe the heat pooling in her abdomen.

“Yes- fuck. Please, I want that. Another baby. Your baby.”

The choked sound that clawed its way out of Sebastian’s throat sounded far from anything human. Somewhere between a groan and a growl. 

Wasting not a second longer he grasped her hips lifting her swiftly as if she weighed nothing at all. Thighs wrapped tightly around his hips as she moulded into him. Heat radiated from her core barely concealed behind the thin fabric of her undergarment. 

Fingers tangling in his hair, she pulled his lips forcefully to hers. Kissing him greedily. Tongue delved between his parted lips as if he were the air she breathed. 

From the way she ground her hips insistently, his wife cared little if it drove him to distraction; she knew there was no way Sebastian would let her fall. 

Carrying her over to the bed to practically launch her down onto the mattress. Hooded eyes, devoured every inch of her husband standing above her. Her dress dishevelled had ridden up to expose the tops of her thighs which squeezed together in anticipation. Sebastian palmed his hard length through biting hard on his lip to stifle a moan.

Her nimble fingers came quickly to fumble with the buttons of her dress. Sebastian batted her hand away with a grunt to tear into them himself. His mouth trailed kisses further down her body with every inch he exposed.

Stopping as in his journey towards her core to pay particular attention to the soft curve of her belly. She whined under every press of his lips against her stomach squirming impatiently under Sebastian with the need for him to fill the womb he worshipped so reverently. 

Sebastian pulled her hips sharply towards the edge of their bed dropping to his knees between her spread legs. Folds already glistening with unrestrained desire. Sebastian ran the tip of his nose through the sparse hairs. The heat of his breath teased against her growing slick. Shivering with anticipation her hips bucked craving - no, needing Sebastian to provide relief to the ache between her legs. 

“Sebastian - please,” she whined. 

“Impatient,” he scolded. Despite his own clothed erection strained against his trousers twitching desperate to be buried inside his wife’s impossibly tight core. But to Sebastian there no more perfect sight than her laid out before him. Bare, flushed and eyes darkened with desire. A nymph from some Greek tragedy he hadn’t tamed; rather merely a disciple come to worship at her altar. “Such a good girl. Already so wet for me.”

Her fingers tangled harshly in his hair hips bucking as Sebastian at last ended her torment. Licking a broad stripe with the flat of his tongue across her weeping entrance. Her head fell back in a broken whine finally relieving her from her torture. Sebastian released a  groan of his own against her folds, lapping more needly at the growing slick. Savouring every drop she offered him. A man lost in a desert and her his bountiful oasis.

He knew her body better than he knew his own. Chasing her keening mewls a wordless plea for more, pleasure only he could offer her as he flicked and curled his tongue against the hooded bundle of nerves. Releasing his grip on her hip to slide his fingers into her tight heat. Savouring how her fluttering walls gripped him as he worked her open with every pump and curl of his fingers.

Her back arched, legs shaking the cool satin sheets scrunched in her fists as she writhed in ecstasy. Clinging desperately to them a last bastion of as she teetered on the edge of oblivion.

He chanced a glance up at her, mouth still servicing her fervently. Their eyes locked her voice caught on a silent plea for release. Sebastian sucked. Devouring her quivering clit and she broke. 

Screaming curses and praise to forgotten deities her body jerking to grind frantically against his tongue. Sebastian’s hips rutted forward into nothingness as her body clenching around his fingers as he brought her to climax. His own need growing almost unbearable as he felt her dissolved into pleasure needing to feel that pulsing release around his cock not just his fingers. 

His patience was now paper thin, he needed to be inside of her and from the way her fingers tugged at his chestnut hair impatiently as her orgasm ebbed - she seemed to agree. 

Bed springs creaked as he crawled onto the bed beside her. He slid his hands along the dip of her waist gripping her soft flesh to flip her onto her stomach. 

She peering back at him from over her shoulder. Her lips were swollen, her hair in a wild tangle but her eyes burning into him as if she could set him alight - daring him to take her as she arched her hips up and back towards Sebastian. 

Gripping her side he bared down on her. Large body resting heavily against her back she curled up into him sighing contentedly at the feeling of his weight resting against her.

How many wizards had coveted her affection since their school days? Cursed the very ground Sebastian walked on because since the day she’d become his. His cock achingly hard grinding against her arse at the mere thought of her wearing the reminder to them all exactly who she belonged to under her dress. 

He scrambled with the buttons on his breeches before pulling them off entirely cock springing free arching proudly and achingly hard. Slit glistening in anticipation that coil inside of him already tightly wound at the mere thought of filling her.

"Going to fuck even more of my kids into you," he purred low in her ear as he settled himself between her legs dragging the head of his cock through her spit-slicked folds. Their nerves practically vibrating with carnal anticipation. 

She cried out, broken and rasping as Sebastian finally pressed into her with a strong deliberate thrust. Stretching her open inch by inch groaning low, his head falling against her back when he buried himself inside her to the hilt. The sheen of sweat coating her back salty on his tongue as he mouthed brainlessly at her bare flesh. 

“Fuck,” she hissed as Sebastian began to cant his hips in deep maddening strokes. He hadn't expected such a lustful fog to overcome him. Like some primitive part of his brain had overcome him and now he was entirely consumed with the thought of her. Filling her with seed.

His eyes flicked up catching their reflection in the mirror. Sebastian groaned her name as he watched himself pounding into her relentlessly. Tiny body nestled under his own her spine curved in pleasure but her face was buried in the sheets. Stifling the delicious sounds of ecstasy she only made for him into the mattress. 

Sebastian grunted in annoyance. Snapping his hips harder she only seemed to bit down harder on the sheets.

He didn’t just want her to feel him filling her with life; he wanted her to bear witness to it.

Tucking his arm around her waist he hauled her up flush against his body. Her yelp of surprise dissolving into a moan as the new angle had her sinking deeper onto his cock. Her back pressed against his chest she rolled her hips, eyelashes fluttering as his crown teased against her sweet spot. Sebastian curled a possessive hand around her throat to keep her upright. The other kneaded her breast, rolling the pert peak between his fingertips. 

Despite the utterly filthy position in which he took her. Sebastian’s hands were gentle, large arms cradling her body. He whispered sweet reverent praise and encouragement into her ear with every roll of her as she sought her pleasure.

“Look at you,” he whispered. Pressing a kiss to her temple coaxing her to look and witness how fucking perfect she was. Her eyes cracked open, gaze settling on the mirror in the corner of the room. Sebastian's reflection grinned at her. She blushed deeply at the sight but she made no move to cover herself. Eyes devouring the sight of her bare, legs spread wide and impaled on Sebastian's cock. 

“Fucking look at you.” He punctuated the statement with a sharp buck of his hips into her cunt.  

She whined desperately with every deep maddening thrust. She leaned back further into his embrace, head tipped back in a wanton moan but she didn't tear her eyes away. As if wishing to burn this moment into her mind. Cunt fluttering greedily around his cock, coaxing more slick onto his shaft. 

“Fuck- you're taking me so well. Do you- fuck. Feel how deep I am inside you?” Sebastian groaned at the slight swell of her stomach. He released her breast hand ghosting down the planes of her stomach. “I can feel you clenching around me - fuck . Feel where I'm going to fill you. Where you'll grow our child.”

He barely recognised the cadence of his voice, low gravelly more akin to a growl than anything human. He pressed a little harder onto her stomach. Feeling the head of his cock against his palm, he groaned. Forehead fell against the crook of her neck pumping into his palm as he ground into her with deep thrusts. Gently teasing his thumb over the blunt head through her soft stomach. 

She whined readily, shivering with pleasure sinking deeper onto his cock with every needy roll of her hips. Blood pounding in his ears Sebastian could feel the pressure mounting. He released his hold on her throat, taking hold of her hips so hard he knew even if his seed did not take her skin would still wear the marks for days.

Leaning back so she could rest against him, his toes curling in the sheets as he found purchase to thrust into her frantic. Her arm wrapped around his neck keening and whimpering with every strong thrust. 

“Please Seb- fuck. I need,” she rasped. Too deliriously close to the edge to tell him what she needed. What they both craved so desperately. 

“Tell me what you want, darling,” he grunted. Peppering kisses behind her ear, along the curve of her jaw. “Do you want me to come deep inside you? Breed you? Make you mine again?”

“Yes. Gods. Yes!”

“Tell- tell me,” he grunted. Clutching her hips to pound up into her brutally. The coil inside of him tightened, feeling his release rushing in. Visions narrowing and cock twitching eagerly. “Tell me how much you want it.”

“I-I want your seed. Your baby. You. Please, Seb- fuck,” she cried out. 

Deft fingers found her clit. Still so sensitive from how he’d already made her quake. Sebastian circled the swollen nub and her head tipped back in a husky moan. Grinding her hips against him, Glistening with a thin sheen of sweat everywhere their bodies were intertwined. 

“You're going to look so perfect. So bloody beautiful carrying our child. My child.”

She gasped as that familiar feeling pooled in her core. “Fuck- Seb please. I'm close.” 

“Fuck I can feel you. So tight - around my cock. Let go for me, my love. And I will ah - for you,” Sebastian groaned into the shell of her ear. 

Despite his vision blurring as Sebastian teetered so close to the edge of nirvana, he couldn't tear his eyes from their reflection. He doubted there was a more mesmerising and all-consuming sight than watching her come completely undone. Head tipped back all words stolen by how expertly he fucked her so a tune to her body. Beads of sweat clung to every curve and dip on her. 

Shimmering. Beautiful. His .

Teasing faster circles over her still-swollen clit. Bucking into her hard and faster. Biting down on his lip so hard he tasted the metallic tang of blood on his tongue as he desperately held back his release. A final uneven snap of his hips burying his cock deep inside her climax broke. 

She cried out suddenly; a clap of thunder announcing a storm. Like the heavens split apart and she submitted to drown in the waves of her pleasure. Nails clawing against his shoulder. Cunt tightened and spasmed as she sucked him in impossibly deeper as Sebastian followed her. Pulling her hips down as her came hard. 

Her name and filthy praise erupted from his lips in a sound he could only liken to a primal whine. Spilling his seed hot and purposeful into the deepest part of her channel. Grinding against her arse, Sebastian milked every last drop from his pulsing cock. 

Willing it to take root. 

Her body slumped against him boneless but every nerve alight and still shivering from the last throws of pleasure as her orgasm ebbed. Rasping in broken pants as she tried to recapture her stolen breath.

He kissed her cheek, tender, lovingly and with as much gentleness as Sebastian could muster with how he practically rattled with how hard his heart was hammering against his ribs; he shifted strong arms guiding her onto her side. Cock still sheathed inside of her. Unwilling to remove himself from her his mind still overcome and entirely consumed with the need to fill her with life.

Sebastian pushed his release deeper inside her with shallow thrusts. She whimpered hips bucking away from the overstimulation of the motion. He peppered soft apologetic kisses across the small bruises beginning to bloom around her throat wrapping his arms around her and cradling her body to him tighter. But Sebastian held firm. Hand pressing against her stomach a silent prayer. Willing his seed to take. 

"I love you. You're going to look so beautiful. Full of my baby," he cooed, with a languid roll of his hips. Tucking her a sweaty lock of tangled hair behind her ear. She sighed, angling her face to meet his gaze. Dishevelled. Swollen lipped. Beautiful. Her soft crooked and familiar yet it still takes his breath away. 

He'd once thought the greatest thing he could do was burn the world for her. But now he knew - It was to build one. 

A life. A legacy. One that they forged and fought for together. Everything, as long as it was with her. 

Despite his efforts to keep her full of him, he could already feel it leaking out around his shaft, hot and slick, coating her thighs. The crown of his cock dragged over her sweet spot before pushing his further in. “In fact - why stop at one this time? Twins do run in my family.”

“I don't think that's how it works-” she stuttered. But her core clenched greedily around his cock. Still stiff and firmly inside of her, it twitched with approval. 

“Care to test the theory?”

[blingblong55]

Strengths- COD men (just a few)

GRIM X COD men ^

Based on a request:

Hey! I was wondering if you could write about the cod boys with a short reader (around 5 ft/153cm) that is strong. Like they get annoyed or something because the boys are teasing them because of their height, and the reader suddenly just lifts them, or something completely, surprising them. I love your writings. It's one of my favorites on here <3

A/N: I just want to say, thank you! means a lot that people do like what I write<3, all my love to you anon

(doing my favourite cod men...4 but it's some at least)

GN!Reader, platonic!relationship

You are known as the smallest in your team, always getting teased for how tall you are. You, of course, have gotten so used to this kind of banter between the team and you, it was hard at the start not to shut them up, but it became bearable. One time, as usual, they kept their little jokes running, that day was just an exhausting day for you. So, of course, they struck a nerve easily. 

Soap: 

"Mate, yer so tiny it's adorable" he laughs. And that's his first mistake, the word adorable had been said before, but seriously, out of all days today he had to call you that? "Tiny like a bunny, ye a're." Now he was just fucking with you. So many times you told him to never call you bunny and there he was, with that stupid nickname. Your dad had called you that when he belittled you, so not that fucking annoying nickname had a shit meaning to it. 

You and he were in the common room, watching so shit show on the small screen. "Shut up, Johnny." you warned. "and what will ya' do, bunny?" a smug smirk on him that would soon be wiped off. You stand up and lift him, carrying him out of the common room. His first reaction was: eyes widened, definitely looked around to see if anyone can see what the hell the small little soldier is doing. "Put me down, Grim." his voice now stern. "Yeah, no..." You carried him out until he was let down right outside the door. "Come back when you are fuckin' done dissing my height." He sits there, confused and lost, how can such a little thing carry and man his weight? That would for sure be brought up during the next meeting.

Ghost:

He isn't one for jokes, always so quiet and collected with you. No reason behind it, but that is how it was. "hey kiddo, I need you to help me with something." He never calls anyone kiddo, just you, and last week you found out it was because of your height. So, now that you are all moody and exhausted, this nickname got to you. You sat there, pretending you hadn't heard him at all. "Kid?... Grim, c'mon I need your help." He may be your lieutenant but today you won't listen, not until he finds a better nickname. 

He is a stubborn man, so he sits on the sofa in the common room and knows you hate the smell of cigarettes so he smokes one in front of you. You sit there, staring at him while he smokes. "Not moving until you come with me." You roll your eyes and stand up, right when he is about to think he won that little tantrum, you lift him, "Better hold on or I will drop you." He stays still, afraid someone your height and weight will give up on you. His cheeks were a little red, not expecting this at all and to be honest he is very embarrassed at this moment. 

Krueger:

He loves to annoy you, always has and always will. It's in him to bother you about your height and you bother him by calling him German and playing the German national anthem. But right now, when all you want to do is lay in your bed alone and cuddle your pillow, he is sitting on the edge of the bed. Trying to get a rise out of you. "Grim, Grim, Grim...Griiimmmm" You try your best to be the adult in this situation but fucks sakes are this man so annoying at times. You look up at the ceiling, trying to cancel his voice out. "Seb, fucking leave"

"not a chance little thing.." Stupid Austrians, you think. You get up from your bed and push him off. Whenever he and you sparred you could never push him away from you, he is a strong man after all. He laughed so hard and was also a bit scared, such weak little thing you were and you pushed a man his weight and size of your bed with no effort. "Mein Gott, r/n," he said in between laughs. This man will never take anything seriously, that is now clear.

Keegan:

He always was around you, only to annoy you that is. He and you had grown close after the last mission and the fact you are so young and small makes him an overprotective big brother to you. You were in the gym, trying to burn out all the energy you had left. He was there, watching you punch the punching bag, laughing a little. He walks to you, always finding something to annoy you about. "do you need me to lower the bag for you?" a smug smile on him. You look at him, "Shut the fuck up." "or what, you'll punch me with your tiny hands?" he chuckles.

You pick him up, throw him over your shoulders and to the mats you head. "Hey, put me down" you don't respond at all. His face flushed, he desperately tried to think of any technique to get off your shoulder. Others looked, but if one dared to laugh, he'd make them run for the hills. He didn't want to hurt you so he would just give you light pats on the back, "Pleaseeeeee, r/n, put me down!" You looked at logan, who finally had an opportunity to slap his bum. You motion for him to do it, "Hey, watch the hands r/n!"

A/N: my brain is barely alive atm so please spare me if this is shit

[writingdungeon]

Edge On

This is just smut to have smut, the equivalent of the “extra sausage pizza” porn.

Warning: 18+, MDNI, blow job, edging, porn without plot, say it with me “Sam got his dick pierced”

In Cindersnap forest, perched on a tree stump, Sebastian watched Sam as he swung back and forth from the branch he was holding. Sam flung himself forward, attempting a superhero landing but instead toppling harshly onto his side. “Fuck, I almost had that one!” he exclaimed with a groan.

Sebastian couldn't help but laugh, the sight of Sam sprawled out on the ground was too amusing. “No, you didn't,” he called out, his amusement evident. Sam rolled onto his back, looking up at the sunlight filtering through the leaves before turning to face him.

“Uh-huh, I did,” Sam insisted, wincing as he moved sitting up.

“Nuh-uh, you launched too far,” Sebastian teased, leaning back and relaxing as Sam stood up.

“Fuck, ow…” Sam muttered, lifting his shirt to inspect the bruise already forming on his hip.

Noticing the bruise as well, Sebastian motioned for him to come closer. “Come here, ya banana. Let me take a look at that.”

Sam limped over, grumbling under his breath. Sebastian examined the bruise with a critical eye, his fingers brushing gently against the tender skin. “You’ve gotta be more careful. One of these days, you're gonna break something.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Sam replied, shrugging his shoulders. “But where’s the fun in that?”

Sebastian groaned, rolling his eyes as he handed Sam his cigarette. “Hold this.”

“Can't hold it yourself?” Sam laughed, taking the lit cancer stick, rolling it absentmindedly between his fingers.

“I need both hands,” Sebastian mumbled, taking Sam’s shirt pushing it up, and using his other hand to push Sam’s jeans down slightly, trying to get a better view of the bruise.

Sam shivered slightly at the touch. “You’re being a mother hen, dude. It's just a bruise.”

“Yeah, well, I’d rather be a mother hen than deal with you being out of commission because you decided to fuck yourself up,” Sebastian shot back, rolling his eyes.

Sam grinned, ashing the cigarette for Sebastian. “Admit it, you’d miss me.”

Sebastian smirked, shaking his head. “Maybe. Now stop squirming. I’m trying to see if it’s just a bruise or if you did something worse.”

Sebastian could feel Sam watching him, he knew his face was flushed. “Need me to kiss it?” he teased as he looked up, enjoying the way Sam's face turned redder.

“W-What-” Sam stammered, clearing his throat as his voice cracked.

Sebastian laughed, shaking his head as he gripped Sam’s hip, careful to avoid the bruised skin. “Do you need me to kiss it better?”

Sam's heart started to race; Sebastian could see it in his eyes. “You’re being a tease, Seb,” Sam managed to say, his voice shaky.

Sebastian chuckled softly, his lips brushing against Sam's skin. “Only because you make it so easy,” he replied kissing Sam's hip.

Shivering slightly, Sam sighed softly, his eyes hooding as his free hand instinctively found Sebastian's hair.

“Who's being a tease now?” Sebastian asked, his lips still pressed against Sam's skin, his smirk widening as Sam got more flustered, hearing his breath catch, feeling his fingers tightening their grip on his hair. “Seb…”

Sebastian pulled back slightly, their eyes locking. “What’s the matter, Sam? Can’t handle a little kiss?”

Sam's face flushed deeper, his heart pounding. “You know I can,” he said, trying to sound confident despite the butterflies in his stomach.

Sebastian chuckled, his hand caressing Sam’s hip. “Good,” he whispered, leaning in closer. “Because I’m not done.”

Sam's breath caught again as Sebastian trailed a line of kisses over his hip, up to his waist, and over to his other hip. Sam yelped, pulling at Sebastian’s hair as he bit down. “H-Hey! No biting!” he whined, pulling Sebastian away with a pout.

Sebastian looked up, his eyes sparkling with mischief, his mind starting to race as well upon seeing Sam’s cute face. “Oh, come on, you like it.”

Sam's pout deepened, but he couldn't hide the amused glint in his eyes. “You're an ass.”

Sebastian grinned. “And you wouldn’t have me any other way.” Licking a stipe up Sam’s hip bone, chuckling feeling Sam’s hips twitch.

Letting Sam's shirt fall onto his head Sebastian grabbed Sam’s other hip pulling him closer, "You know, I've been thinking," he said, blowing onto the trail of saliva he left. "We should try something new." He looked up at Sam. "Ever heard of edging, Sam?"

Sam looked down at Sebastian through his eyelashes, his cheeks red. “Y-Yeah.” He said softly, his fingers reflexing slightly in Sebastian's hair. 

Sebastian smirked, patting Sam’s hip. "Good. Then you know what I'm talking about when I say," his voice dropping to a low growl. "I want to tease you, make you squirm, hear you beg me to let you cum." Having thought about doing this with Sam for a while now, they were alone right now, not having to hide from parents or friends, just out in the woods having some fun together.

Sam's breath hitched, his eyes wide. "Y-You're serious?" he stammered, his grip tightening in Sebastian's hair as he looked around. “Someone could walk by.” 

Sebastian chuckled, nodding. "Deadly serious." His eyes never leaving Sam's. "Just gotta stay quiet for me," Sebastian grinned rubbing circles into Sam’s hips.

Sam hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he was playing with fire, but he couldn't resist the challenge in Sebastian's eyes. "Ok," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Sebastian's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "Good boy," he murmured, his voice low and approving. He slowly unbuttoned Sam's jeans, his fingers brushing against Sam's skin. He could feel Sam's body trembling slightly, and it sent a thrill through him, knowing he was the one causing this reaction.

He pushed Sam's jeans down, revealing his briefs, which were already tenting. Smirking he ran a finger along the length of his dick, feeling it twitch at his touch.

"Already so hard for me, huh, Sammy?" Sebastian teased as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of Sam's briefs, slowly pulling them down, letting Sam's cock spring free, humming in appreciation, licking his lips.

"Now, let's see if we can make this even harder," Sebastian's voice filled with promise, with that, he leaned in, his tongue flicking out to taste Sam, licking along his length, chuckling as he felt it twitch under his tongue. 

“Just like that.” He cooed softly as he wrapped his hand around Sam's cock, stroking it slowly, watching him as he rocked his hips in time with Sebastian's fist, his eyes closing. 

He kept his strokes slow and steady, his thumb swirling around the pierced tip, spreading the precum that had gathered there smirking softly, enjoying it every time he got to play with Sam's hidden piercing. He could see Sam's hand holding his cigarette fisted at his side, knowing he was fighting to stay quiet.

Sebastian groaned softly, loving the control he had over Sam's body. He leaned in, his lips brushing against Sam's tip. "You're doing so good, Sam. Staying so quiet for me. But I think it's time to turn up the heat a bit."

Before Sam could respond, Sebastian took him into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the head of his cock pushing his piercing side to side. He smirked hearing Sam gasp, feeling his fingers tighten in his hair, him trying to buck his hips, but Sebastian's other hand held him in place.

"Seb..." Sam moaned softly, his eyes fluttering closed as he tried to focus on staying quiet as he was just praised for doing so.

Sebastian hummed, sending vibrations through Sam's cock, causing him to gasp again. Sebastian took his time, exploring every inch of Sam with his tongue, feeling his vein running the length of his cock, pulling back to suck on the piercing, before pressing back down. 

Sebastian bobbed his head, taking Sam's cock deeper into his mouth, his hand stroking the length that he couldn't fit. He could feel Sam's body tensing, his breath coming in short gasps, but he didn't stop. He kept going, his movements steady and sure, bringing Sam closer and closer to the edge. 

Just as he felt Sam's body start to shake, Sebastian pulled back, his hand stilling, releasing Sam's cock with a pop. He looked up at Sam, his eyes gleaming with amusement as Sam let out a frustrated groan, his body trembling with the effort of holding back.

Sebastian chuckled, shaking his head. "Not yet, Sam," he said, his voice low and teasing, a smug smile spreading as he heard Sam whine. "You are just, doing so good for me," Sebastian murmured, his tongue flicking out to taste the precum that started leaking.

He felt Sam's body tense at his words, he knew he was pushing him to his limits. He could see the struggle in Sam's eyes, the fight to stay quiet, to not beg for release. It was intoxicating seeing Sam like this.

Sebastian took Sam's cock deep into his mouth again, hollowing his cheeks, his hand cupping Sam's balls, massaging them gently. He could feel them drawing up, and he knew Sam was close. Pressing just a bit deeper, testing the waters, Sam's body started to shake again causing Sebastian to pull back, his hand stilling once more.

"No!" Sam gasped, his eyes flying open, pleading with Sebastian. "Please, Seb... I can't... I need..."

Sebastian shushed him kissing his hip. "Shh, Sammy. You can take it. You're doing so well."

He looked up, his lips curling into a smirk. "But you know… if you can't stay quiet, I'll have to stop. You don't want us to get caught out here, right?"

Sam shook his head, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "N-No, I… I can be quiet," he whispered.

Sebastian smirked, his hand wrapping around Sam's cock again, stroking it slowly. "That's a good boy," he praised, his voice low and husky. "Now, let's try this again, shall we?"

He took Sam's cock into his mouth again, his movements slow and steady, building Sam up again. He could feel Sam's body tensing, his breath broken, he knew Sam was getting close.

As Sam's cock started to pulse, his hips trying to thrust, Sebastian pulled back again, but this time, he didn't stop entirely. He kept his hand moving, stroking Sam's cock slowly, his thumb swirling around the head and piercing, mixing Sam’s precum and his saliva. 

"Please, Seb..." Sam begged softly, his hips twitching with every touch, his eyes pleading with Sebastian. 

Sebastian chuckled, looking up at Sam with a smug smile. "Please what, Sam?" he taunted, his breath hot on Sam's cock as he leaned close teasingly.

"Please...let me cum… Please." Sam begged, his voice shaking, tears pricking his eyes.

Sebastian chuckled, his hand squeezing Sam's hip. "Almost there," he said, his voice firm.

"Fuck, you're evil!" Sam cried, his voice shaky.

Sebastian laughed leaning his head back slightly. "Why thank you," he said, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "I do try my best." His hands moved to Sam's thighs, holding him in place. "But don't worry Sammy," he said, his voice low and soothing. "It will be worth it in the end." 

Sam nodded, his breath coming in short gasps as he tried to regain his composure. "F-Fine," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Sebastian flicked his tongue out to taste Sam again. "Such a good boy," he praised, his hands moving to Sam's ass, squeezing it gently.

He leaned in, his tongue swirling around the head of Sam's cock, giving a few test strokes before he pressed it back into his throat, seeing how much he could take. He could feel Sam’s body trembling with effort as he tried to hold back his orgasm. He could see the sweat beading on his forehead,  "Please..." Sam whispered, his voice barely audible. "Please, Seb..."

Feeling Sam’s grip on his hair and his hips twitching was growing harder, his grip on his hair becoming almost painful. Sebastian groaned relaxing, being nice, and letting Sam start to move his hips. 

Sam felt like he was on fire, Sebastian could feel his heart pounding in his length, hearing him let out a low growl, his hips thrusting freely. Locking eyes with Sam through his hooded eyes, Sebastian moaned against his length he could see the hunger in his eyes, the desire to fall apart. 

With a final cry, Sam crumbled, his body folding on itself as he came undone, using his grip on Sebastian's hair to press deeper into his mouth, causing him to gag slightly. His cock pulsed as he came, stripes of hot, salty cum shooting down Sebastian's throat.

Sebastian swallowed every drop, his eyes closing tight as he tried to concentrate. Letting Sam's body still, Sebastian pulled back, wiping his mouth with his thumb.  "Good job, Sam." he praised, his voice soft as he pulled Sam onto his lap, kissing his head.

Sam slumped against Sebastian, his body boneless as he tried to catch his breath. Sebastian chuckled as he wrapped his arms around Sam's waist, holding him close.

"You okay, Sammy?" he asked, teasing softly, seeing Sam’s blissed-out expression.

Sam nodded, his voice weak. "Yeah...just...yeah."

“Still got this I see,” Sebastian had a coy smile as he rubbed Sam’s good hip, grabbing his hand that still had his cigarette, whistling softly. “Didn't even smash the filter, good boy.” Sebastian teased as he casually lit his cigarette back up.

[f1-stuff]

WIP word game

Rules: Tagger gives a word, then for each letter of that word, you share an excerpt from your WIPs that start with that letter.

Thank you @once-and-future-loser for tagging me! ❤️

(I wasn't feeling like scanning through multiple wips to fulfill this, so I just chose to look through the next unposted chapter of 'Rules of the Game', which I probably won't get to posting for a bit due to being busy with work! Hopefully, this gives a little teaser for it and satisfies people (somewhat) until the next update.)

S - She smiles at him as she perches on the edge of the bed. (this was my only 'S' sentence!!)

H - He gets the distinct feeling that Seb feels the very opposite of what he’s said, but he doesn’t contradict him, tired of being told what to do.

A - An arm is not such a sensual thing, he had thought.

K - (I couldn't find one!! So I'll give the next sentence after my 'E' one as a bonus.)

E - Everything he does is because Charles allows it. But that somehow makes it all the more wonderful, to be trusted so completely like this.

I will tag @f1amboyant @7msc @ofeliaxoxo @steviethenarwhal @vicsbasement & @chiliconsharls if you all have any wips or feel like doing this!

The word will be: Charlos 😉

[sebsallowapologist]

Charcoal

Sebastian Sallow x F!MC

Rated: 18+

Warnings: so much fluff, suggestive language, references to a naked MC.

Sebastian reveals a secret talent to his muse.

Spring had finally sprung in Scotland, and after a long cold winter it felt like a true blessing to have a sunny day. Sebastian and I had decided to spend out Sunday by the lake, catching up on reading, looking out for the giant squid and just overall enjoying the nice weather. 

We hadn’t been the only ones of course, the great lawn what flooded with students all trying to do the same, but we had lucked out with a nice spot by the lake.

We’d laid together on the grass for a while, looking up at the soft fluffing clouds which were few and far between. We talked about what life would be like after the end of term. Where we’d move together, what jobs we were going to do, how far we’d have to drag Ominis.

The plans ranged from moving to London, to going to Paris or hell- maybe even America if we got bored over here. Sebastian’s only prerequisite when you asked his opinion was that you were there with him. And he needed a job that paid enough to get you the ring you deserved.

Eventually I’d begged Sebastian to go sit in the shade, his skin turning pink with the sun exposure, and I didn’t want him to get a burn.

We’d fallen into a silence as we picked up our books and read, just enjoying each others company. I hadn’t even noticed that he’d put his own book down until I lifted my face toward the sky, eyes closed to soak in the sun. “Look down again please.” He said and my brow furrowed as I turned to face him. 

My boyfriend was leaned over a large book of bound plain parchment, his hands covered in the dark charcoal he was drawing with. “What are you doing?” I giggle. I had no idea he drew, you think you know a man... 

“Look at you book, love.” He smiles, a playful twinkle in his eye. I make a big show of dramatically looking back down at my book, but it was impossible to read. Now that I was aware of what he was doing, I cold feel his stare on my face, the charcoal running over the paper rhythmically was soothing. 

Eventually he switches to an erasers stored in his pocket, and the sleeve of his robes were being used quite often too. I turn my head ever so slightly, desperate to get a look, but he catches me immediately. 

“No no miss, back to your book no peaking.” He teases and I roll my eyes, turning to face the same page I’d been looking at for at least ten minutes. 

The sounds of his drawing stop after a while, and he sighs. “Alright.” 

He scoots from his spot until the tree in the shade and comes up behind me. He grabs me around the waist to pull me to his front in between his legs. His sketchbook ends up in my lap, and he rests his chin on my shoulder to look with me. 

“Sebastian.” I sigh, looking over the page. This couldn’t possibility being a drawing of me, the woman on the page was far too beautiful. “This is wonderful. How long have you been drawing?”

He shrugs, like it was nothing. “Since I was young. It passes the time.” 

“I’d say more than that.” I mutter and turn to kiss his cheek. “Can I keep this?” I ask and he nods. "Of course my love.” He kisses my shoulder blade and I start thrumming through the sketchbook.

How could he be so casual about this, these drawings were absolutely wonderful. Soft edges, beautiful highlights, if i drew like this I’d wear it pinned to the front of my robes. There were scenes from around the Hogwarts grounds, Feldcroft, even one of Ominis looking absolutely annoyed. “You captured his essence beautifully.” I joke and Seb laughs, moving back under the tree to grab his book that he had put down earlier. 

While he did have some landscapes, and one or two other portraits the book was filled with... me. My profile, head on, sleeping, laughing, this book had me literally written all over it. 

Sebastian makes himself comfortable leaning against the tree with his book, content to just let me flip through the pages.

“Sebastian?” I hum after flipping to the next page in his sketch book.

“Yes my love?”

“Where are my clothes in this one?” 

He leans over to see which drawing I’m looking at, and the man has the nerve to smirk. “I took some artistic liberties with that one.” 

[itsrattysworld]

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[beantothemax]

Chapter Five:

Happy fun times are over. This boat ride is so incredibly unlike the last.

Tyrri still stands at the edge of the bow, looking at the horizon as the Farlands come into view.

Hers is not a gaze filled with hope this time.

Arriving in Seekersgate, Sebastian, Lia, and Elias, all welcome her happily

It really has been a while, maybe they should catch up a little, did my research into the crystals help and HOLD IT!

Hi guys, it’s lovely to see you, your research was tantamount to my success, now where the hell is Cat I would like to speak to her

Oh she hasn’t been seen in months? I have great news I know where she is.

Seb, are you up for another trip into the wellspring? I sure hope you are because we’re gonna raise a little hell.

Lia, Elias, feel free to come with if you want. I’m happy to get all the support I can get

The four easily blast through the first section of the dungeon to the point where it’s just cutscened away. You go into the entrance to the Wellspring and arrive at the endpoint after a fade to black

What’s at that endpoint, you might ask?

Well, do you remember the snake that guarded the wellspring? How I mentioned that it was easily long enough to reach to the outside of the cave

Well, something managed to outrun it. Someone, specifically

Extending into the furthest recesses of the cave is the Guardian of the Wellspring. It appears to be unconscious

Sebastian, Lia, and Elias all get to work getting them sorted out and conscious again, urging Tyrri to go onward into

The Final Dungeon: The Heart of Wild Magic

Rather than my typical fare of making dungeons into impassable mazes, the Heart is actually rather straightforward

A massive cavern that spirals downward into a single centrepoint, studded with the same magenta crystals as the Wellspring that glow with greater and greater intensity as you go further down

Cat’s sprite is actually visible and rendered in from the furthest up point, but it isn’t clear what she’s doing

 The strongest elementals in the game reside here, the Elder series elementals (Elder Tempest, Elder Frost, Elder Abyss, etc.)

Every now and again there are streams of water that pour into the cavern, interacting with them restores some SP to the entire party

Also present in here is one of the strongest staffs in the game, though I have not decided what it does

I have decided, however, that it does not exist in a conventional chest; rather, it is made entirely of crystal and is lodged into a wall in an offshoot cave

Reaching the bottom of the cave triggers the last cutscene

Catena is desperately chipping away at a cave wall with a small dagger, occasionally looking over at Tyrri’s notes

She’s muttering stuff like “please work” and “what does it mean” to herself; she clearly hasn’t had the time to comprehensively look over the notes and understand what they mean

Tyrri approaches her and tries to talk her out of whatever she’s doing

Catena shakily gets up, steadying herself against the wall, before screaming “YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND! YOU NEVER COULD!” and slashing Tyrri across the cheek with the dagger

Tyrri quickly blasts it out of her hand, but the damage has been done

The two steady themselves and enter into…

The Final Boss: Catena Novi

This is the Osvald-style battle where it’s fundamentally against another scholar

No tricks, no gimmicks (lying), just a good old fashioned mage’s duel

Catena is very good at buffing herself; in addition to the usual Elemental Attack/Defence buffs, she has stuff to give her spells added effects (like Crystalline Magic), reflection and absorption skills, access to stuff like Advanced Magic and focused spells, the like

Her AI will very specifically target Tyrri with debuffs but not with single-target spells, the only damage she needs to worry about is from AoE attacks

Her boost mode will summon Elder elementals and keep them around; none of that Harvey/Tormented Blaze/Dark Entity shit of sacrificing them for more powerful attacks

If I knew how to code I’d give her the most intelligent AI of the entire rogues gallery. This is the Pokemon Champion Cynthia of Project Octopath

Her spells might change slightly depending on which elementals are out (ie: ice spells when Elder Frost are on the field)

Design-wise she actually looks rather plain

Her clothes look a little torn and her hands a covered in scratches

She is, notably, completely slumped over for the entire fight; her face is completely shrouded in shadow save for her mouth, which is set in a hard line that’s difficult to draw emotion from

Boost mode has her raise her head up, but a veil of hair still covers her face

Hitting half health triggers a cutscene rather than staying on the battle screen

“Let me… let me HAVE this, Tyrri! Please! You don’t – you CAN’T understand what this means! I can’t fail so far in!”

“Cat, I’m sorry. I really am. But this is too far – you’re destroying this cave, this magic. Do you have any idea what the consequences of your actions could be?”

“Shut UP! I WILL NOT FAIL HERE!”

Tyrri thinks to herself “No time like the present to test out that theory” and grabs one of the fallen crystals

Mistake. That was a mistake. Catena Novi is no fool, and is very quickly able to pick up on what that means

“Fascinating.” She magically pulls three crystals towards them and lets them hover around her head

“So that’s what your research meant. Father will be pleased.”

“Father?”

With that little tidbit of knowledge, the battle transitions into…

!!! IRIS THIS IS !!!!!

I really like the little thing where you kinda let Tyrri do the narration, its fun! it also gives a lil insight into what she’s thinking which is also nice

cat not even showing her face for the first part of the battle is! concerning! im a little scared but I will press on!!!

[stardewsnail]

Sebastian N/S/F/W Alphabet

Snail’s directory

Sebastian master post can be found here

- NSFW alphabet requests are closed

Alphabet complete

A - aftercare 

General

Immediately after climaxing he tends to curl around his partner and hold them tight for a second while he catches his breath. Once everyone is fully satisfied and reasonably cleaned up, he just wants to cuddle. Absolutely wraps his partner in his arms and presses his face into the crook of their neck. Secretly he’s a big baby and he wants to hold and be held. That’s his peak happy place, and he will fall asleep. 

Dom leaning 

The same as the general but more attentive and will hold his partner either on his chest or as the little spoon. Lots of kisses everywhere and making sure his partner is in a good place. 

Sub leaning 

Sebastian wants to be held and praised. Stroke his hair, kiss his forehead, tell him how well he did. Lightly scratch his back and he will be practically purring  

B - body part 

Sebastian has a thing for thighs on his partner, especially if they’re on the thicker side. His favorite body part on himself would be his biceps. He’s surprisingly muscular under that baggy hoodie. 

C - cum

He doesn’t ejaculate a lot (like slightly below average), especially for how long his orgasms seem to last. Very noisy when he comes, holds his partner tighter the closer he gets—probably a scratcher. 

D - dirty secret 

He so deeply wants to be put in a maid outfit. 

E - experienced 

In general I think Seb is on the lower end of experience. He’s a loner and that doesn’t quite lead to a bangin’ sex life. I personally hc he’s had one serious relationship that was 90% long distance and online so even when he was with somebody he never had much opportunity. That being said, this man can sext like nobody's business. Sebastian  could write best selling erotica. 

F - favorite position 

Mostly anything with his partner on top, but specifically with him sitting up (think like on a sofa) so he can kiss them while they ride. He finds it intimate and also loves the feeling of their whole body against him.

G - goofy

I think he would be surprisingly goofy and light hearted once he got over the initial nerves. He can laugh with his partner and stay relaxed. 

H - hair

I don’t think Sebastian would ever expect to get laid so unless it was scheduled (hc about him having a previous long distance partner) there’s a 50-50 shot it’s just gonna be a jungle. If he remembers ahead of time then things are trimmed, but overall kept pretty natural. 

I - intimacy 

I don’t think he would separate the “romance” from the sex—sex is inherently romantic because it’s intimate. It’s vulnerable. He knows how to set a mood but a lot of the intimacy stems from the intensity of his actions. Then once he’s warmed up to his partner he’s SO fucking mushy.  

J - jack off 

It’s not every day he jacks off but it is most of them. Most often it’s at his desk—pants undone to let his cock free as he consumes whatever material he fancies that time. He’s definitely into erotica more than porn, but will set himself up an audio while he’s reading if he’s decided to take his time.  

K - kinks

Bondage—both him and his partner. Handcuffs, Shibari, you name it—shove a ball gag in his mouth and he is GONE. Also thigh fucking. Fantasy role play would absolutely be a thing for him and I personally think it could tie in well with being tied up. Wax play. 

L - location 

For the kinds of things Sebastian is really into, he needs a private space with sturdy furniture. Home is where the heart is, and he knows a thing or two about carpentry. That bed frame is custom. 

M - Motivation 

Thighs and short skirts thighs and short skirts—plus having his partner on his motorcycle. 

N - no

Nothing while he’s driving the motorcycle. Road safety at all times. 

O - oral 

Giving giving giving—he wants his partner to be an absolute mess as he edges them with his mouth. He loves receiving as well but he’s very likely to give head as foreplay

P - pace 

Slow and forceful. Very intense with lots of eye contact. His partner is going to feel every last inch of him. 

Q - quickie

Sebastian finds a good quickie enjoyable, but he would much prefer to take his time. 

R - risk

He rides a motorcycle, so he’s a little bit of a thrill seeker. That mostly comes out in his affinity for bondage rather than risky locations or other behavior. 

S - stamina 

Sebastian has excellent stamina, especially if he’s trying to draw things out for his partner.  Once he cums though, he gets very sensitive and over stimulates easily…which isn’t necessarily a bad thing if you wanna see him beg.   

T - toys 

He is into toys but shy about it—specifically a vibrating cock ring or a flashlight—something to tease him while he’s tied up.

U - unfair 

He is absolutely unfair. He will edge his partner for as long as possible if allowed. He loves the suspense of it and will watch their face very closely. For all of that, he can barely handle being edged and will be a whimpering mess if attempted. 

V - vocal 

He tries to keep the noise contained but after a certain point he can’t hold back—swearing, whimpering, almost whining—and once he’s there just know he’s going to make a racket when he finishes 

W - wild card

He’s very hesitant about anal but once he tries it he discovers he really likes a plug up his ass while he’s having sex. Specifically rocking it inside him while his cock is being sucked. 

X - x ray

The man has ass for days. He’s got a lil tummy and surprisingly muscular arms. You wouldn’t know it because of that baggy hoodie he wears. A nice dark happy trail leads down to his cock—six and a half inches and on the thicker side, he’s circumcised. He’s especially sensitive on the underside of his head and will lose his mind if his partner slowly licks along that edge. 

Y - yearning 

Horny basement boy. Very nervous about initiating but once he’s comfortable he’s gonna pull his partner into his lap so they can feel exactly what they’re doing to him. He’s big on physical affection and touch so it all flows together nicely. 

Z - sleep

Since he’s a big cuddler he’s prone to falling asleep pretty quickly, and once he’s out he’s out. He can’t help it, he feels so safe and relaxed.

[whorekneecentral]

Sebastian Vettel where you’re Mattia Binotto’s daughter (you’re in your mid twenties). Including prompt 34 and 55.

I’m thinking 2020 Seb where he’s probably quite frustrated with Ferrari which leads to him taking it out on you. Maybe in Mattia’s office on his desk. You’ve been into Seb for a while (bc who wouldn’t be??) and let him do whatever he wants to you.

okay yeah, you get me. // prompts: “take it like a good slut.” + “gonna ruin all that pretty makeup” 

It hurt to see him like this. 

Everyone knew that this was his dream; driving the red car, wearing the red suit, winning a championship for the team he loved so much and yet, they failed him.   Sebastian had broke the news that he was leaving Ferrari and headed to Aston Martin come 2021 and it was safe to say, it caused a stir in the team. 

You had no idea Seb was thinking of leaving; you knew he had mentioned it but you didn’t expect it to go so quickly. 

It wasn’t until the Friday post practice that you bumped into the man in the hallway. “Hey,” you smiled at him. Sebastian stopped to say hello, giving you a hug.

“Packed your bags already?” You joked, earning a smile from him. “Kicking me out so soon?” 

“If it were up to me, you’d be here until you win and win and win, and everyone is sick of you and that stupid red car.” 

“Don’t say that about the car,” he told you, “it’s not her fault.” 

“Yeah okay,” you hum.  

Sebastian was quiet for a minute, “what are you doing here? You aren't one to hide from the madness.” he laughed and you shrug, “wanted to see how you were doing.” You admitted to him, “I think things haven’t been easy.” 

The man looked at you, something about the way you looked at him was undeniable. There was something between the two of you, even if neither of you admitted it. 

Sebastian grabs you by the waist, pulling you to him. Your hand flat on his chest, balancing yourself. “Seb,” you mumbled and his blue eyes find yours. 

“What?” He leans in to kiss you, lips ghosting over yours. “I know you feel it too.” 

Your hand rests on his jaw, closing the gap between the two of you. Sebastian’s hands wander down to your ass, your body pressed flush against his. You could feel his hands wandering a bit more but you stop him before it goes too far. 

“Not here,” you mumbled and he grabs your hand, pulling you through the first door he finds. You’re on top of the desk before you could complain. 

“We can’t,” you whisper to him, knowing that even if the door is shut, it’s unlocked and anyone could walk in at any given moment.

“No one is coming, baby.” He tells you, his hand snaking further up your thighs. His fingers brushed against the lace under your shorts. 

“Let me take this off you, hm? Want to see how pretty you look.” He says, helping you take them off. 

Your shorts in a pile on the floor as you sat on the desk in front of him, legs spread and his face buried between your legs. Your fingers tangled in his curls, pulling him closer as his tongue lapped over your clit, his hands pushing your closing thighs apart.

It was taking all of him not to bend you over the desk and fuck you until you scream his name but you know, decorum is needed; this was still a workplace. 

Your grip on his hair tighter than before, his name strung along with the explicits leaving your mouth. “Sebastian,” you call, your hand on his cheek.

He glances up at you, his blue eyes finding yours; him between your legs was a sight you always loved to see but right now, you needed him.

“What is it, baby?” He sits up and you lean forward, grabbing his face. Your lips against his, “fuck me, please.”

Your cheeks are red when you see him sit up, the lower half of his face glistening. You also can’t help yourself when you pull him down for a kiss, tasting yourself on him. Seb doesn't waste any time, he pushes your legs back, pulling you to the edge of the desk by your legs and he settles between your legs; one pulled over his shoulder and the other around his hip.

He pushed into you, one of his hands over your mouth to keep you quiet.

Your eyes find his again, your hand wrapping around his wrist when he slips two fingers into your mouth.

You feel his hips dig into the back of your thighs, he leans down, lips against your ear when he moves his hand from your mouth. “Keep quiet, pretty girl. Take it like a good slut.”  He kisses along your jaw, “you wouldn't want them to find us, hm?” 

You find your body betraying you, hips bucking towards Sebastian, his hand gripping your hip to hold you in place.

He's in charge and you both know it, letting him set the pace; slow and steady and it was driving you insane.

Seb pulls his fingers away, wiping his hand across your bare chest. “God, please Seb, like that,” the words tumble out, begging him for more as he fucks you. His hands squeezing your hips, nails digging into your flesh. 

“Gonna ruin all that pretty makeup, hm?” He leans down to kiss you. 

[antimonyandthyme]

It is I, bodyswap au anon.............. no I lied it's absolutely tumblr user kritischetheologie please tell us about the heat in abo au of bodyswap au

OKAY I DON'T KNOW WHY THIS CAUGHT FEELINGS WHEN IT WAS MEANT TO BE JUST PORN BUT HERE, NSFW UNDER THE CUT LIKE OF COS

“Stop leaving under the pretense of making tea,” Charles says crossly. He’s allowed to be rude, seeing as he’s about to go through a possibly traumatic experience neither of them are very prepared for. “I don’t know how long it takes you to boil water, but it’s not this long.”

Seb runs a hand through his hair, forgets its shorter than what he’s usually accustomed to, and ends up with his hand hovering above his head like, Huh, I thought I had more to work with, before abrubtly remembering he’s in Charles’ body. He drops his hand limply to one side. “I just want you to be comfortable,” he says helplessly.

“Then stop running away,” Charles snaps. “I know we’re both freaking out and I’m learning everyday you don’t actually know what you’re doing half the time either, and maybe that means I’ve been placing you on a pedestal and that’s not fair to either of us, but that doesn’t make me want you here any less.”

Seb stares. “I don’t remember turning more self-aware during heats. Quite the opposite, actually.”

“Seb,” Charles practically begs. “Please.”

That does it. Seb settles himself gingerly at the edge of where he’s swaddled Charles in a mountain of blankets. Charles is going to melt from the overbearing warmth, but Seb did this for him, gathered every single soft thing he could get his hands on and bundled Charles carefully in them, and the comfort that action alone brings overrides everything else.

“I’m sorry,” Seb says. “I’m just worried. And angry.”

Charles flinches. Disapproval never seemed so devastating before. This is the heat talking, right?

“Not at you,” Seb says immediately. He reaches a palm out, and Charles curls his cheek into it, mollified. “I’m angry you have to go through this. I’m angry at myself. I don’t like not knowing what to do.”

“What do the alphas do for you when you go through your heat?” Charles hadn’t wanted to ask, hadn’t wanted to know about which alphas Seb chose on a regular basis. It would’ve taken him down an ugly, possessive road he knew he didn’t have the stomach to walk. But seeing Sebastian look so lost isn’t something he can bear. Is it usually the omega, comforting the alpha? Or is it the other way round? Charles is confused. He doesn’t know which one he’s acting as at the moment.

“Uh,” Seb says. The back of his neck is colouring. He plucks at his ears. “I’ve been spending them alone.”

Charles’ mouth flops open. “You—alone? You’re joking, right?” In his mind, he runs through the list of alphas he knows would drop whatever it is they were doing to attend to Seb, those who had a right to, due to the history they shared. Lewis, Kimi, Mark, Jenson, Toto. And the younger ones would have jumped at the chance, if Seb had only asked. And he’s been spending them alone?

Seb’s eyes get this defensive, flinty shine. “Why would I joke about that?”

“I don’t get it. You could have anyone, Seb.”

“No,” Seb sighs. “I really couldn’t.”

“But,” Charles says, and then that’s as far as he gets. His entire body shudders as a prickly, sticky feeling ripples through him. It doesn’t pass, only grows stronger. A cramp builds in his abdomen, a painful cyclical stabbing of want, want, want. His gasp is wounded.

“Shit,” Seb says. His hands are stroking Charles’ cheeks, and the touch is blindingly blessed, though not enough. “Its started, hasn’t it?”

“Seb,” Charles moans. His body is hot all over. He needs relief, needs it now. He kicks out in the mass of blankets, and pulls desperately at his clothes. Slick’s gathered between his thighs. A part of Charles, the small part that recognizes this as a body not his own, goes—ah. This is what Seb smells like in heat. Almonds. Rain. Rosemary.

“Alright,” Seb soothes. “You’re alright, Charles.”

Seb is only touching his face. Not his cock, not his hole. How can he be alright? It’s barely been a few minutes, and he’s loose already, wet already, desperate for something, anything. Charles grabs wildly for Seb’s hand, guides it to his hole. At the first press of Seb’s fingers, something in Charles finally relaxes.

Enough for him to say, “Alone?”

Seb frowns, even as he slowly, methodically, pumps two fingers into Charles’ twitching hole. “What?”

“You spent this alone?” He can’t wrap his mind around it. He doesn’t know what he’d have done if Seb wasn’t here. The idea that Seb endures this emptiness by himself is so distasteful it cuts through his mindless need. “Why didn’t you just ask me?”

Seb’s throat works. “Charles,” he pleads. “Let’s talk about this after.” His fingers push against Charles’ prostate, and Charles comes, shaking and mewling through it.

It’s the alpha in him that refuses to let go. “No,” Charles gasps, even as his body tingles lightly, just enough to take the edge off. He knows he’s not satisfied, won’t be until Seb spreads him open and fucks him. “Let’s talk about this now.”

“You’re impossible,” Seb growls. Charles can see his body reacting, his cock growing thick and hard. Well, that’s unsurprising in the least. It may be Seb, but that’s Charles’ body. And Charles’ body has wanted Seb for a long, long time. “I’m a little busy taking care of you at the moment.”

“You can do that, and you can answer my question,” Charles demands. He tugs at Seb, and shifts his legs apart. Seb dutifully positions himself in between them, hands stroking the inside of Charles’ thighs. The seam of his body blurts out more slick. The room is a dizzying smell of Seb, Charles, Seb, Seb, Seb. But he hangs on to his thoughts, because even if he doesn’t know what the Universe had in store for them when they were made to swap bodies, Charles will come away from this experience with the knowledge and the right to attend to Seb.

Maybe that’s why they had switched. Whatever god out there dictated this, he is suddenly grateful.

“In a heartbeat I would’ve been by your side,” he declares. “In a heartbeat. There you have it. Now you know.”

“Charles,” Seb’s tongue curls around his name like it’s precious, and when he pushes in, Charles has never felt this complete.

[fandomfluffandfuck]

I've always had this idea that Seb loves to warm chris' dick but I've wondered what he'd prefer more, using his ass or mouth? what do you think?

R i g h t ? !

I have always had the 🤌🏻idea🤌🏻 that Seb has an oral fixation as well as a fixation for cock warming Chris so, naturally, I have to image he'd prefer for Chris to use his mouth

And while I'm not taking requests right now because I'm back to being a more than full time student I will offer you a little something that's been in my folder for AO3 ideas for ages:

Okay, but, imagine Chris playfully denying Sebastian any indulgence in his oral fixation until Sebastian is literally dropping to his knees at Chris' feet, begging to blow him or even begging for Chris to put his fingers into his mouth. Begging to have him again. But Chris just smirks, eyes dark enough and hot enough to make Sebastian sweat as he drags him to his feet and beyond. Dragging him to their bedroom.

He throws Sebastian down onto the bed, laying Seb out on his back and stripping him. Mouthing hot, sloppy kisses down his neck and all the way to his chest. The sensation makes Sebastian arch up into him, gasping and whimpering when Chris uses a hint of teeth.

Oh.

Chris' mouth makes a mess of Sebastian. His lips trailing all the way down to just above Seb's cock but before he can swallow him down he comes all the way back up.

Sebastian is biting down on his lower lip savagely, whining in the back of his throat.

Chris pulls his lip from between his teeth. Kissing him innocently, softly even while the rest of the tension-thick moment screams of sex. It leaves Sebastian reeling and desperate for more. Chris just switches to kissing his cheek, then the other, then his chin. He doesnt give Seb what he wants.

He doesn't give Sebastian what he wants, instead, he starts whispering into his cheek. Chris' rich, low voice whispering about all the times he's used Seb's mouth, all the times he's pushed his fingers between his greedy lips, all the times he's fucked his perfect throat, all the ways he's filled his mouth up.

In desperate response, Sebastian tries to bite down on his lip again, hungry for more than the empty, needy feeling in his mouth, but Chris doesn't let him have the satisfaction.

Instead he pulls his lip from between his teeth, then keeps talking, talking him through all of their greatest hits involving his "wet dream of a mouth" until Sebastian is shaking out of his skin. Vibrating in place. A puddle of pre-cum sitting on his quivering abs, fingers and toes clenched tight, mouth empty but so wet with excess saliva. He needs something in his mouth so bad-

So fucking bad that he doesn't even hesitate for a second when Chris finally asks him if he thinks he deserves to have his mouth filled. Sebastian sobs, "yes, yes please!"

Its so desperate and erotic that Chris has no choice but to box him further into the bed, his heavy, feverish body pressing down on Seb as he leans in and pushes two of his thick, long fingers into his watering mouth. Chris barely gets them both between his lips before he spreads them like they're in his hole and not his mouth- giving him something to clench down on. No. Giving him something to suck on. Chris takes it even further. Playing dirty. He slips his tongue into Seb's mouth between his fingers. Finger-fucking into his mouth and licking into him like he's between his legs instead of on top of him, claiming his mouth.

Claiming his body.

It's hot and wet and dirty and enough of the first taste of what he needs so badly that Sebastian just-

He just lets go, flying off of the edge he was hardly perched on. Going fully sweet. High on having his needs finally met, throbbing and achy between his legs. Chest heaving and eyes shut tight. Anything, anything Chris asks of him he will do. Obedient. Submissive.

Thank you for the ask!!

[babyboibucky]

Devil’s Mark

Pairing: Rockstar!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: You accept a temp job as a runner for a rockstar’s concert.

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: TW! Dubcon if you squint, toxic shit, filthy smut, mean!Bucky, rough oral (M receiving), rimming (M receiving), rough sex, slapping, overstimulation, Bucky marking you with a cigarette burn, MINORS DNI I BEG OF YOU

A/N: So this happened lmfao again, this is not to romanticize T*mmy L*e! I don’t care for him tbh, Seb’s tats and piercings were merely inspos for Rockstar!Bucky. Also, this piece sucks because it’s just idk, rushed and filthy and all over the place but I needed to get this out of my system so I can go back to my other WIPs lmfao

Also Rockstar!Bucky’s theme is Nine Inch Nails’ Closer sjcnkjsnakcs and please, he doesn’t have a goatee in this lmfao that fucking goatee ain’t working for me

Devil’s Mark Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

When you accepted the temp job as a runner for a certain rockstar's concert, you'd expected to follow the orders of the staff— bring some equipment to the other side of the venue, fix the lights over there, clean the microphones, buy them coffee— you know, the usual.

You did end up following orders, except that it involved taking the star of the show's cock down your throat.

Bucky Barnes was the epitome of a rockstar with his kohl-rimmed eyes, tattooed skin and piercings in unimaginable parts of his body. He smelled like smoke and leather, tasted like sex, sin and regret.

This was something you weren't supposed to do, hell, you'd never done something like this. At least, not with someone whom you just met a couple of minutes ago. But good god, there was something so irresistible about Bucky that made you say yes to him almost immediately.

Maybe it was the thrill of doing something that your mother warned you about, or the way Bucky looked at you like you were the prettiest thing he'd seen. Or was it his voice and how it sounded velvety-smooth yet rough around the edges whenever he praised you for being his good girl?

Perhaps it was Bucky's entire existence that made you want to desecrate your own image.

"Just like that. Doin' so good for me, sucking my fucking cock like your lollipop. You like how I taste?" Bucky cooed as he sat on the couch, eyes watching you as you kneeled in between his leather clad knees with your lips wrapped around the head of his cock.

You hummed and gripped his knees, hollowing your cheeks as Bucky's hands held your head to keep you in place. He grunted and threw his head back when you slid lower, doing your best to relax your jaw so you can take him further than you'd ever taken someone before.

"Fuckin' hell, sugar." Bucky groaned and violently pushed your head down, making you choke on his cock.

Tears pooled in the corners of your eyes, your lungs burning from the lack of oxygen when he forced you to stay in place. You could feel his cock pulsate against your throat, making you gag on it continuously. Your hands began to hit Bucky's thighs when he refused to let you go, your heart hammering against your chest as you panicked at the feeling of losing all the air in your lungs.

Bucky darkly chuckled, ignoring your actions. "Breathe through your nose, sugar. You can do it, c'mon." he cooed.

A mix of your spit and Bucky's cum escaped your mouth, dribbling along your chin down to your top, soaking through the fabric. You tried to follow Bucky's instructions and inhaled through your nose, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when you gagged again.

"Such a good whore for me, aren't you?" Bucky grunted, finally pulling your head by the hair, allowing you to gasp out for air.

Your cheeks were stained with your tears as you looked up at him, your chest rising and falling heavily with every breath you took. Bucky looked down at you lovingly, his hand tightening around your hair and the other gently caressing your cheek.

"You wanna make me happy, sugar?" he asked and you nodded eagerly.

Bucky then harshly gripped your face in his hand, squeezing your face as he tilted your head up so he could bend down and give you a kiss. It was sloppy, full of tongue and spit but it only spurred you on. The way Bucky was treating you was making you feel things you'd never felt before.

"I need your words, sugar. You wanna make me happy?" he asked again, louder this time.

"Yes, I want to." you said, voice hoarse from having his cock violently shoved down your throat.

Bucky slapped your face before gripping your jaw tightly, "Louder, sugar." he growled.

"Yes! Yes, I want to make you happy!" you exclaimed, eyes fluttering when Bucky tapped your cheek while praising you for being so fucking obedient.

You stayed on your knees and watched Bucky as he stood up, pulling his leather pants down further until he was completely naked. Wetness pooled in your panties as you took in the sight of Bucky, wanting him to just use you however he wanted.

To make you feel useful for once.

Bucky sat back down on the couch, spreading his legs as he gripped your neck, tugging you closer to his cock that rested against his tattooed abdomen.

"You wanna make me happy? I want you to fucking eat my ass." he growled and you blinked, not expecting his request.

Bucky noticed the hesitation on your part and leaned forward to kiss you again, this time taking your lower lip in between his teeth and tugging at it harshly until it bled.

"Not gonna ask you twice, sugar." he warned against your lips before leaning back against the couch.

Your trembling hand took his shaft, jerking him off as you bent forward to lick his balls first. Bucky grunted in response, his hips thrusting upwards as you continued to tug at his cock while your mouth proceeded to work on his sack.

A hiss slipped past your lips when Bucky took a fistful of your hair again, tugging you head back and lifting a brow at you.

"Sugar, I know what you're tryna do and that's not what I asked you." he said, gritting through his teeth and just like that, he dragged your head back down in between his legs as he leaned back against the couch.

Words failed to make it out of your mouth when Bucky pushed your face under his balls, his hand reaching down to grip his cock to jerk at it.

"Stick your tongue out, sugar. Make me feel good, you want that, don't you?" Bucky said, keeping your face in between his head.

You were more afraid to disappoint Bucky than your dignity, the feeling of being forced to do things you'd never imagined was making your thighs clench and your cunt weep. It never occurred to you that it was even possible for someone like you to enjoy being treated this way.

All this time you considered yourself holy, someone who couldn't bear to sin even if her life depended on it. And yet here you were, in between Bucky's legs with your tongue flattening against his puckered hole.

"Oh fuck, that's it." Bucky moaned at your first lick.

Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to get lost in Bucky's taste as you stiffened your tongue to prod his tight hole. His scent enveloped your senses, the sound of his hand jerking his cock coated with his own cum joining his grunts and groans that went straight to your core.

If this act was a sin, then why did it feel like heaven to you?

"You enjoy eating my ass, huh? Sugar? Yeah?" Bucky asked, grinning at you proudly as you looked up at him.

Seeing you like that made Bucky feral, lashes fluttering as you kept your innocent gaze on him while half of your face was buried deep in between his ass cheeks.

A saint who was willing to sin just for him.

Bucky pulled back and smiled down at you as you panted, "You ever been fucked?" he asked.

You nodded, letting him know that you've done the deed but never like this, of course. Bucky chuckled and cooed in amusement while letting his knuckles graze your cheekbone.

"I don't think so, sugar. At least, not like how I'm going to fuck you. Gonna ruin you for other men, make you mine and only mine. You gonna let me do that, sweet cheeks? Gonna let me use you however I want?" he asked but as usual, didn't wait for you to utter a single word to proceed.

Not that you were going to deny Bucky that.

He pulled you up to your feet by the arm, pressing a soft kiss on your lips before he unzipped your jeans and pulled it down together with your panties. Both your hands were quick to cover your mound from embarrassment, not sure whether Bucky preferred his women bare down there.

"Ah, ah." Bucky tutted, slapping your hands away before cupping your mound, making you jolt backwards at the cold sensation of the rings on his fingers.

"No need to be shy about a little hair down there." he said, dragging his hand upwards to play with the triangular patch of hair covering your mound before pushing you down on the couch.

"Open your legs, sugar. Show me how wet that fucking cunt is." he said.

He knelt down in front of you and almost salivated at the sight of your glistening pussy, so pink and so open as you spread your legs. A tinge of pink painted your cheeks as you watched Bucky nose the insides of your thighs, breathing in your scent while his hand continued to pump his cock.

"God, look at you. Dripping just for me." he moaned and then spit on your pussy, making you gasp out loud.

"I want you to make noise for me, wanna hear you scream my name. Wanna hear you beg for me..." he whispered before finally licking your cunt.

You moaned out loud, wanton and desperate for Bucky to keep going. He ate you out like you were his last meal, it was messy with his spit smearing across your thighs. Bucky was rough with you but god, the sounds he'd make as he lapped up your pussy was borderline obscene. Grunts, groans and muffled praises rang in your ear.

"Ride my face, sugar. Move those hips, smother me with your fuckin' cream. I want your scent on me, wanna smell you when I go onstage." he said and dove back in, your hips moving on their own accord as you chased your nearing high.

The surroundings spun around you and suddenly, all you could feel and hear was Bucky. His tongue and teeth on your cunt, his words of encouragement and then you were gone. Letting out a breathy moan when you came, you tried to close your legs but Bucky pinned them down on the couch as he continued to eat you out.

"Keep cumming, I want more. Give me more, sugar. Come on." Bucky urged and added his fingers into the mix.

Your thighs quaked and your clit was burning from how Bucky kept on sucking on it. Patches of your sweat began to soak your top, mixing along with the marks left by your drool and Bucky's cum.

"Bucky, I can't..." you sputtered out, grabbing at his hair and tugging him away.

That earned you a hard slap on your cheek, the sting only adding to the pleasure that was yet again building up within your core.

"Yes you can and you fucking will." he said and started pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy hard and fast until you were crying out again as another wave of orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks.

You weren't even done riding out your first climax when your second washed over you. And Bucky was relentless and damn insatiable, getting up and sliding his cock into your throbbing cunt.

Your throat went dry with how your moans were slowly transforming into a high-pitched shriek. Bucky was unforgiving as he fucked you, ignoring how your hands were scratching at his forearms in an attempt to escape their grip on your waist. The pleasure was too much, it was borderline painful but it was addicting.

The way Bucky's cock was extending your second orgasm to the point of coaxing out a third was making you delirious.

"You gonna pass out on me, sugar? Can't take my cock that well, huh?" Bucky mocked, his palm tapping your cheek to keep you awake.

You shook your head and tried to speak but couldn't do so. All you could do was whimper and babble like a fucking idiot as Bucky pounded into you. Just as when you were about to explode, his thrusts turned slow and languid, giving you an opportunity to recover.

"You still with me?" he asked with a chuckle, running his fingers through his sweaty locks.

Swallowing, you hummed in response and ignored how your body felt like it was literally on fire. Bucky reached for his leather pants on the ground without pulling his cock out from your cunt. Taking out a cigarette stick and a lighter, he placed the stick in between his lips and lighted it up. He slowly pulled back at the same time he took a drag from his cigarette, the pleasure building up once more as he pushed back into you.

Bucky almost looked ethereal like that with the fluorescent light illuminating behind him, puffs of smoke surrounding his figure as he stood in between your spread legs. His nipple piercings glistening, his tattooed arm flexing when he grabbed the back of your knee, pushing it down onto the couch to further open you up.

"Tell me you're mine to use." he said, nodding his head at you.

"I'm yours to use, Bucky." you whispered.

He smiled a charming smile, almost boyish in charm as opposed to his rugged and rough appearance. And then he sped up his thrusts again, making your toes curl and your fingers ball into fists.

"Yeah, you're mine?" he asked.

You nodded, face scrunching up in pleasure. "Yes, Bucky. All yours. I'm yours, please..." you pleaded.

"Please what, sugar?" he taunted.

"So close, I can't..." you didn't know whether you wanted to cum again or if you wanted him to stop.

Your body was buzzing from overstimulation but Bucky loved it. He loved seeing you like this, wrecked and sobbing. He merely laughed and blew smoke into your face.

"You can, sugar. Gonna make sure you cum again." Bucky growled, snapping his hips in a particular angle that brought you so close to the edge.

"Gonna mark you to make sure no one will want to mess with you." Bucky said, taking his cigarette out from his lips and then pressing it down against the inside of your right thigh.

Your scream was from the combination of pain from the burn and pleasure from your orgasm, making your body tremble on the couch. Your eyes rolled, tears spilling from your eyes and your spit seeping from the corner of your swollen lips.

"That's right, fuck. Milking my fucking cock so well." Bucky grunted followed by a breathy moan when he spilled his seed inside of you without any warning.

Too spent to even realize it, you laid on the couch almost lifelessly when Bucky pulled out and started dressing up as if he didn't just fuck your brains out. It took you a few minutes to return to the right headspace and when you finally came around, Bucky was dressed up in a loose muscle tee and his leather pants.

He walked over to you and bent down to squeeze your face in his hand, eyes glazing over your naked body before he looked back into your half-lidded eyes.

"Goddamn, sugar. Lookit you." he darkly chuckled before kissing you sloppily.

And then just like that, he was out of the dressing room. You looked down at yourself, naked from the waist below and flinched at the cigarette burn on the inside of your thigh. The ache was tolerable now, your intense pleasure masking its pain when Bucky pressed it against your flesh.

The burn was in stark contrast to your skin tone. It stood out, haunting you and reminding you that you sold your soul to a devil on earth— the devil's mark.

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[ventismommy]

Bennett thirst? got it.

I have NEVER been into bennett but your post changed everything HAHA so i raise you:

it’s late at night, and you two are in a cabin together, wether that be for a camp or on an expedition it doesn’t matter- and you’re asleep, and he’s needy as hell. You’ve been flirting for a while and haven’t really figured out what your relationship is and he’s nervous ab it but he needs you. So he wakes you up and you get him off oh so gently in the dark. enjoy~ <3

-Seb (Dove <3)

I literally cannot get corruption kink benny out of my head smh

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After a long day of exploring Wolvendom- and flirting with Bennett, because he was absolutely adorable when he was flustered, definitely not because you had feelings for him, you lied to yourself- nothing felt better than retreating to the little cabin the two of you had found and fixed up. You’d already cooked some Grilled Fish skewers for the both of you, with some Mint Jelly afterwards, and washed off in the lake once Bennett had his turn, and now you were slipping into nightclothes, having agreed that the two of you would turn away from each other and having no idea that he was actually staring at your body with a bright red blush. 

You’d long since gotten used to sleeping in the same bed as him for expeditions like these; it still gave you butterflies, but not as intense as the first time when you’d woken up accidentally tangled in each other’s arms. Bennett had refused to look you in the eye that day. 

This time he curled up at your back, facing away from you. His back was pressed against yours, warm and comforting- comforting because it meant you knew he was safe, in that bed next to you in his oversized shirt and messy hair. The two of you fell asleep not long after, tired from your adventure, and Benny slipped into dreams...

“Mmm, don’t worry darling, let me take care of you...”

“So good for me, Benny, keep it up darling~”

“You can do it, it’s okay, shhh shh shh, I’ve got you-”

Your voice, running through his head on repeat. He didn’t know why the phrases you were saying made his head spin and his thighs rub together in his sleep, didn’t know what the unfamiliar feeling was beyond the mandatory sex talk he’d gotten from his dads, just knew that oh, he wanted you to stop flirting and just touch him.

Bennett awoke with a start, a thin sheen of sweat on his feverish skin and an ache between his thighs. Sitting up, he tried taking deep breaths, tried going back to sleep, tried not to stare at you, but nothing helped, and oh he was so desperate. 

So, turning where he sat to face you, he gently shook your shoulder with one hand, whispering your name. It took a few times, but eventually you stirred, turning over. 

“Mmm?” You hummed in question, not completely awake yet. But Bennett was too far gone for words, too needy, so he simply waited a few seconds til you woke up a bit more and then took your hand, tentatively guiding it to the bulge in his boxers. When your hand finally touched him through the fabric, he let out a weak groan and tightened his grip on your wrist, rocking forward into your hand a bit.  “B-Bennett? What are y- oh?”

At that he turned bright red, embarrassed, but didn’t stop, didn’t let go of your wrist. “S-sorry- you t-tease so m-much- needed-need-” His words failed him when you started to apply a little pressure, palming him gently and watching his adorable little face. “Oh, I see~ don’t you worry darling, I know you’re needy- I’m going to give you what you want, I promise-” 

You sat up slowly, pushing him down to lay on his back and leaning over him. You bent down slightly to muzzle at his neck, an indication for him to turn his head as you continued to rub him through his boxers. He gave soft little moans every time your hand pushed into him- he didn’t know what was going on, but it felt good, it made the ache go away, and he wanted more.

You nipped at his neck, making him gasp and shudder. And then, he started to rock his hips into your hand, slowly at first but getting more desperate by the minute. Before long he was panting hard, desperately rutting against your hand, and you had to push his hips down a bit. “Shh, shhh, slow down, my darling boy, relax, you’ll tire yourself out-”

“B-But it hurts,” he whined, struggling against your hold on his hip. “I-I’ve never- I don’t know what’s going on- I j-just want m-more-”

Oh, he was so pure, so adorable, that you couldn’t resist the urge to wreck him.

“Alright, puppy, shhhh, I’m gonna make it better for you, okay?”

He let out a pitchy little cry, nodding fervently.

“But we gotta go slow, dear, we don’t want to overwhelm you-”

He gave a little whine at the word slow, but seemed to quiet down a bit, no longer struggling. “There’s a good boy,” you murmured, and Bennett whimpered.

 Sliding your hand downwards, you found the waistband of his boxers and tugged at it, pulling them down inch by inch til you could slide them off of his legs. When you did, you planted a little kiss on his scraped knee before moving back to where you were.

This time you were able to reach down and wrap a hand around his cock, slowly starting to stroke him. “A-a-ah!” He cried out, hand reaching out to grab your other arm for support. His hips twisted in pleasure, bucking up into your hand a few times as he got accustomed to the unfamiliar but so, so good feeling. And then he whimpered something that made your ears perk up in interest. 

“M-Mommy, please!”

Oh, you couldn’t refuse.

Running a thumb along the slit at his tip, you chuckled to yourself. “Oh, baby boy, you’re already dripping...so adorable...don’t you worry, Mommy’s going to take real good care of you.”

Bennett squirmed restlessly underneath you, breathlessly moaning with every touch. Your hand felt s-so good, and there was this hot, tight tension in his core, and he just wanted to make it burst, make it go away.

“Relax, darling, it’s alright...I’m here, you can let it out-”

Overwhelmed tears started to stream down his face, and you kissed them away, each one.

“Bennett, dear, can you close your eyes for me sweetheart? Can you do that?”

He nodded with a little whine, closing his eyes obediently and even halting his movements.

“Oh, good boy,” you whispered gently to him while you sat up, pulling off your panties and lifting your oversized shirt. His hands instinctively flew to your thighs when he felt them on either side of his hips, and you let him squeeze onto them in anticipation, bucking uselessly into the air.  And then you slid down carefully, enveloping his cock inside of you, and oh, the noise he made was just sinful.

“W-W-What is that- feels g-go-o-ood- hhhnng- Momm-my!” he wailed, thrusting upwards into that hot, perfect feeling. That tension was already getting closer to bursting, even as you steadied him and shushed him comforting my before starting to slide up and down, riding him slowly.  “D-Darling, shhh shh shh, it’s okay, it’s alright, slow down now, we’re gonna take it nice and slow, okay?”

“O-Ok-kay, s-sorry Mommy, it j-just fe-eels- ah!”

You smiled softly at him as you started to pick up your pace, riding him juuust a little bit faster now. “You don’t have to apologize, p-puppy, it’s alright- tonight is about you, okay?”

Bennett only whined quietly in response, head tossing to either side. So close, so close- it got even worse when you started clenching around him, rubbing your clit in fast little circles to try and get yourself to that edge so you wouldn’t have to overstimulate him. Every thrust up and down was so agonizingly slow, dragging that perfect feeling up and down his sensitive cock.

“M-Mommy, what’s this f-f-feeling, something’s gonna- m’gonna- hah~” he sobbed, back arching and accidentally pushing him further into you. That earned a soft moan from you as your fingers and his cock made that same tension start to form in you. You kept working those quick circles as you rode him, getting close yourself, and your free hand reached upwards to caress his cheek. “I-It’s normal, baby boy, don’t worry- it’s a good thing- now just k-keep- hah- keep going for me, okay? You can do it, baby.”

When he started to cry a little bit more, you returned to kissing his tears away. And then, he started to sloppily buck upwards, getting close to reaching his high, just needing that final push- you clenched around him-

And he was gone.

“A-a-ah-hah~ M-Mommy, mommy, mo-mommy- I- I love you- I love you I love you I love you-”

You were stunned for a second, but quickly regained your senses. Did he just...he did... how do I respond?

So you decided to just tell the truth, quit hiding.

As you planted a few more harsher bites along his neck, you started to call out to him. “Bennett, my love, I love you too my darling, h-hah, so- good for me-”

And with that, you came too, leaning forward a bit before carefully lifting off of him. As soon as you laid down next to him he was scooting over to you to hold you in a bone crushing hug. “Y-You really love me? With all my bad luck?”

“Of course I do, Bennett...how could I not?” You replied, gently stroking his hair as you cuddled him.

[muddshadow]

find the word tag (again again)

featuring a delicious batch of words from @tc-doherty​ and @awritingcaitlin​ , thank you!! cooking these words with love for @calicojackofficial​ , @the-void-writes​ , @isherwoodj​ , @splashinkling​, @the-finch-address​ , and anyone else who would like a slice!!! OUT , THOUGHT , SMALL , DEEP , LOOK .

all excerpts from trystan

BED //

I stare at the ceiling beams. It takes several moments to rally the courage. Eventually, I lift my hand.

My left palm is wrapped twice over in gauze and bandages. It’s barely sore now, but the memory of decaying bones, disintegrating flesh, and evaporating wards hasn’t quite rinsed from mind. I try to feel something about it; rage, hate, my old friend fear. Anything that sparks and burns.

All I manage is dry, hollow defeat. My arm drops to the bed.

BREATH //

Sebastien furiously twists back and forth to no effect. Percy thrusts a knee and hurls him off. Losing momentum, I constrict my arm. He gags, groans, and then with the full-force of his seven-foot ursine strength, Percy smashes me against the wall.

The foundations shudder. Two of Sebastien’s picture frames drop from their nails. I lose all the breath in my body and most of the thoughts in my brain, but not my iron-handed grip. Not until he smashes me the second time.

As I crumple to the floor, the television is laughing again.

BAG //

The minivan rumbles under a red stoplight. Outside, the sky is indigo and orange and nearly dark. I wriggle on the door lock and firmly ignore Sebastien hovering the corner of my vision. I think he expects me to say something.

“Well?” he says. “Do you need some dream syrup?”

“Don’t really want your mini-van alchemy killing the rest of my brain cells.”

Sebastien returns his gaze to the road when the light turns green, but I still feel him edging closer to something serious. My bag of liquor clinks and jingles between my feet and it’s the only thing I want to be serious about.

BEFORE //

When she pulls the knife from the depths of her jacket, I start to laugh. But it isn’t any gas station butterfly or kitchen set cleaver – it’s mean looking, thin like a stiletto, serrated edge, wicked sharp soot-grey steel. And my laugh catches. It’s a relic from the Veil.

I’ve never seen one before. I can feel it seeing me in return. The knife looks at me like considering prey.  

Dread swells my voice as I can’t look away from it. “You actually found one.”

“I’m sorry,” Magdalena says, and she might really mean it. “We’ve made some mistakes of course, and I’ve tried helping you in all ways I could, but you’ve only ever been belligerent to the world…”

“Uh huh,” I say. I flee for the back door.

MOON //

Magdalena seizes my neck with a harpy’s grip. It only almost hurts, but surprises me enough to choke on an inhale.

She hisses low, “My dear, do you know what phase of the moon it is?”

As if I needed the reminder. Not from her, not from Seb, and not from anyone. Every shadow in the moon haunts the bones of my thoughts, every shift in the balance of magic whispers at the drums of my ears. It’s a beat I don’t have to memorize, don’t have to gaze at the night sky to know. The moon pulls me like it pulls the tides.

But Magdalena’s talons still clutch my neck, so I muster a reply. “Trying to cut magic from my life these days, Mags. Never did me any good.”

MESSAGE //

On my way out the door, I take Sebastien’s suggestion, despite the futility. Cherry only picks up her phone after five o’clock when she finally crawls out of bed, which is late even for my one-to-two in the afternoon taste, and she never answers if she suspects I might need something inconvenient. She’s got a sixth sense for knowing.

Unsurprisingly, the call goes to voicemail. I accidentally leave an eight-second message swearing at the apartment lock. It smells like weed and cat piss on my way down the stairs – and then cold, rainy-day mist as I hit the second floor.

I don’t stop. “Don’t have the time, Dee.”

SILVER //

“Am I missing something?” Sebastien demands. “Have you two been talking?”

“Not talking, maybe just talked, real briefly—”

“Trystan, you fucking clown—”

“Boys, that’s enough,” Magdalena says. Even standing near the door, she’s the center of the room. “You know I’m particular about time.”

Sebastien replies with more hospitable phrases, I want to talk down whatever’s climbing up, but confusion locks my tongue as I stare at her. Something is changed. Not just the outfit, not just the setting. A silver haze lingers behind her movements. Smoke whispers from her lips. I wonder if she died sometime after lunch and the Veil hasn’t sunk in yet. I wonder if I’m imagining it.

Magdalena’s eyes embrace me, and my bones fill with fog.

BRIDGE // tw: suicide mention

Sebastien snorts. I reign my ranting. Swallow that shred of resentment. “Veil is sorta fond of me,” I say, plateau. I lift my bandaged hand. “And this is a beacon.”

“Oh,” Cherry says, and pauses for a beat. “Yikes.”

“Yeah. So, let’s discuss the best ways to off myself.”

“Trystan,” Sebastien says wearily.

“It’s better than monsters eating me, Seb.”

“We could drive you up to the Golden Gate Bridge,” Cherry suggests. “That’s pretty theatrical.”

“Chelsea.”