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azaleavi · 3 years

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Morning

Summary: Y/N wants to spend a quiet morning together, but Sebastian has other plans

Word count: 2.5k

Warning(s): making out, mentions of sex, sexual tension(?), nakedness

18+, MINORS DNI

Author’s note: I am actually so proud of this one so please give it some love.

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The body next to you moving shook you awake from your sleep. Mind still a little hazy you turned your head towards the movement to see Sebastian still asleep, naked from last night's activities. The morning sun gave his skin a breathtaking glow, making him even more handsome than he usually was. He stirred in his sleep as the sun shined in his eyes, blanket now only covering his lower half. You would love to watch the show, but he needed his rest so you stood up, still naked and closed the curtains just enough that the sun didn’t shine on him. A quiet moan was heard behind you so you turned around to see his eyes slightly open. He was lying on his chest, the blanket still only covering him from his lower back. You wished you could take a picture of him right now, he was so beautiful just laying there.

“Come back to bed baby“ he held his hand out for you, still half asleep he turned around so he was on his back. You walked back to him, grabbing his hand he pulled you on top of him. You head resting in his neck, he ran his hands up and down on your back. Your legs on either side of his hips, you pulled away to look him in the eye. They were closed as he was already halfway to dreamland again. You rested your weight on your elbows, running your hands through his hair, helping him fall back asleep. You rolled down off of him when you felt his breath even, but as soon as he didn’t feel your body heat he turned to you and grabbed your waist with his right hand. You froze in your place, not wanting to wake him up by moving around. He nuzzled his face into your neck, still asleep. Your heart melted at him wanting to be close to you even in his sleep. You resumed running your hands through his hair as he moved his arm up, along your side and it stopped when he rested his palm against your cheek. You put your right hand on his, enjoying the moment. You gasped when he suddenly moved his head, not asleep anymore. He pulled you even closer to himself, his body now flush against you. You could feel every part of him as you turned your head to the side, looking at him. His eyes were open, his face so close to yours that your noses were touching. Smiles on both of your faces he leaned forward to give you a peck on the lips. You closed your eyes, letting him give you all the affection he wanted. Sebastian lifted his head from the pillows and angled it so he could get better access to your mouth. He kissed you deeper, his tongue entering your mouth. You sighed at the feeling, the memories from last night coming back.

“Go back to sleep Seb” you whispered when he broke away from you and lay back down on the pillows. His answer was only a groan as he hid his face in your neck. “I’ll get breakfast ready” trying to stand up you removed his hand from your face, but he didn’t let you escape his hold. “Baby you have to let me go” you laughed at his lazy fight, sitting up.

“But I don’t want to” he whined, still holding onto your hand. You leaned over him, pressing your lips to his in a long kiss. While he was distracted you pulled your hand away and quickly stood up. He pouted at you but then his eyes slipped down your naked form and a smirk formed on his lips.

“My eyes are up here, mister” you joked, turning away from him to find something to wear. The only thing that you could see was his shirt on the ground so you walked over to it and bent down to pick it up. A whistle following your actions made you sigh as you turned around and put the shirt on, the front still open. You narrowed your eyes at him jokingly.

“I’m just enjoying the show“ he defended himself as he had his hands behind his head, that smirk not leaving his lips. He was half sitting half laying down, his abs on full display for you to marvel at. He wasn’t the only one enjoying things.

“Well, show’s over.” you closed the shirt and buttoned it up, leaving the top few buttons open.

“Depends on your definition” he teased, eyes running over your whole body, which was barely covered by the fabric as it was more seethrough than you originally thought. Walking over to the wardrobe you rolled your eyes at him and pulled out a pair of panties stepping into it and pulling it up your legs. Still feeling his eyes on you, your turned around.

“Do you need more or am I allowed to leave?” you teased, hands on your hips.

“Give me a kiss and then you can leave” he puckered his lips, waiting for you. Walking over to him you let out a laugh, shaking your head.

“One kiss?” you sat down on the edge, knowing well that if you climbed into the bed with him you would never leave this room.

“Just one” he answered and fully sat up. You turned your body towards his as he grabbed your chin and pulled your face to his. You let out a moan when he bit your lower lip which gave him the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. You started to lose yourself in the kiss as he grabbed your hips and lifted you into his lap, your legs on either side of him. The blanket, that was covering him, got discarded somewhere along the way, without you noticing.

“Sebastian” the warning you tried to get out turned into a moan, when you felt his nakedness under you. He continued kissing you, his hands everywhere on your body. His lips moved down to your neck, kissing every part of it. Throwing your head back to give him more space you gripped his hair on the back of his head. His hands went to the first button on the shirt you were wearing and he started to undo it. He was already at the last one when you caught his hand and pulled away from him. He tried to follow your lips by leaning forward, but at your resistance he groaned and circled his arms around your waist to pull you forward, back to him. The shirt fell off your left shoulder so he pressed a few kisses there, trying to get you to stay in bed with him. You grabbed his chin, giggling, and brought his face up to yours. He pulled you closer by your waist, the movement making you whimper, the only barrier between your bodies being the thin fabric of your panties.

“I thought you said one kiss” you mumbled into his lips, hands going back to his hair. He was growing it out and you loved it, especially because you had something to hold onto when he was between you legs.

“It was one long kiss” he claimed with a smile on his face. “Besides, I didn’t hear you complaining a few seconds ago” he teased. You rolled your eyes and tried to push him away by his shoulders, but he didn’t let you. Instead he pushed you onto the bed, landing on top of you, his body between your legs. You squealed at the sudden movement, the noise being cut short by his lips as he kissed you fervently. You held his hips between your legs, locking him in by crossing your ankles behind him.

“Seb I-” your sentence was drowned out by a gasp as he bit down on your neck.

“What was that baby?” he teased, lips barely leaving your neck to speak, pressing kisses on you between every word. You couldn’t get the words you wanted to get out, him laying on you being way too distracting. You grabbed his shoulder and used all your strength to flip him over. Now with you being on top, sitting on him, you could think a little clearer.

“I said” you leaned down to him “that I need to go.” you got off of him, but he managed to catch your hand again. “Seb seriously, I’m starving now” you laughed and pulled your hands away, which he finally let go.

“I’m hungry too” he defended himself.

“But let me guess. You are not hungry for some scrambled eggs” you turned back to him, already knowing his answer.

“Well, I was thinking more along the lines of a sausage and a cream pie” he smirked.

“You are not funny, Sebastian” you snorted, trying to hide your grin.

“Why are you laughing then?” he tilted his head to the side, a smile still present on his face.

“I just thought about something funny” you tried, but he obviously didn’t believe you.

“Hmm, sure you did” he grabbed the blanket and draped it over himself.

“Okay, I’m really leaving this room now” opening the door, you walked out.

“You want some help?” he shouted after you. You shouted back that you didn’t and took out some eggs from the fridge. Scrambled eggs it is.

You were almost done with breakfast when two hands grabbed your waist from behind and pulled you backwards. Sebastian placed his chin on your shoulder, looking at what you were doing.

“I could have brought it to bed for you” you turned your head to press a kiss to his cheek then went back to watching the eggs. He let go of you and walked to the cupboard to take out two plates, wearing only his underwear.

“And miss out on watching you?” he feigned offense “No, thank you” placing the plates on the table he walked back to you to resume standing behind you with his arms around your waist as you stirred the eggs. He squeezed you closer to him and pecked the skin under your ear, making you shudder. He noticed your reaction and started to playfully nip at the skin. You let out a small squeal, trying to get away from him. He turned you around in his grip and turned the stove off.

“Hey, they are not don-” you couldn’t finish your sentence as he grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted you up, making you yelp. Grabbing onto his shoulders you let him carry you a few feet and place you on the countertop. He stood between your legs, hands next to your thighs, caging you in. You looked at him expectantly eyebrows raised, his face a few inches from yours. “I thought I escaped your advances when I left the bedroom” you mused.

“I think I can take you on every surface of this house, not just in the bed.” his voice a few octaves lower in your ear you gasped, straightening your spine. Your heart skipped a beat when his lips met yours, heat spreading in your stomach. Your fingers going from his shoulder into his hair and lightly pulling on the strands caused him to moan into your kiss. You felt proud of yourself for finally making him let out a noise of pleasure this morning. His right hand firmly grabbed your left thigh with just enough force to make you squirm under him. He was still taller than you, even with you sitting on a higher surface. He moved from your lips to your neck, biting and sucking a red patch onto your skin, but it wasn’t enough for him as he started to unbutton your - his - shirt on you, that you had just managed to button up after you came out of the bedroom. His lips followed his hands as he went lower and lower. You let him take it off of you, taking pity on him for trying for the second time in a few hours, leaving you in only your panties. He threw the fabric somewhere, neither of you caring about it as he attached his lips to yours once again. His hands traveled up your now bare back, the touch leaving goosebumps in it’s path. Your hands moving to his cheeks you pulled away from him to catch your breath, both of you panting. He grabbed your waist and pulled you to the edge of the counter, your hips meeting. Both of you moaning at the feeling, your hands moved to the nape of his neck, your lips kissing along his cheek and down his neck. You nipped at his skin, making him sigh.

He just grabbed your panties and was about to pull it down when a phone ringing broke you out of your haze. You rolled your eyes as he groaned and leaned his head against your shoulder. You could hardly hold back your laughter at his struggle.

“Ten bucks says it’s yours” you dead-panned, Sebastian narrowing his eyes at you in response, making you chuckle. Pressing one last kiss to your lips he left to check the phone that was still blasting the ringtone. You slid down from the counter to find the shirt that was discarded on the floor a few feet away from you and went back to finally finish the breakfast you started. A few minutes later, when you were putting the food on the plates, Sebastian walked back out into the kitchen. “I guess it was your phone then” you mused

“Of course it was and I had half a mind telling them about how big of a cockblock they are” you snorted as he sat down in front of the plate you just finished pouring the food onto. As you turned to take back the pan to the stove he pulled you into his lap sideways.

“Seb!” you yelped, almost dropping the metal in your hands ”What’s with you this morning?” you chuckled. He was always affectionate with you, but never to this extent. It wasn't unwelcome by any means but you wanted to know why he was acting this way. He buried is face in your neck, pressing a few small kisses there.

"Nothing, I just love you" heat spread across your cheeks at his words and you put down the kitchen appliance, that was still in your hands, on the table. Turning in his lap so you were face to face you pulled him into a hug.

"I love you too" you whispered into his shoulder, your chest warm. You couldn't believe how you got so lucky to have this man in your life. He was everything you needed and more, and you would do anything for him. You felt, no, you knew that he was the one for you. "To the moon and back. You know that right?" you pulled away to come face to face with him, your eyes confirming your words as the love in them was undeniable.

"Of course sweetheart, me too" he rubbed your noses together, giving you an eskimo kiss "So how about that cream pie I talked about?" he smirked.

"Oh my god" you laughed throwing your head back and hitting his chest.

But after both of you finished your meals he did get what he wanted all morning.

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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2k followers blurb: hi, first of all congratulations on 2k, you deserve it!!! For the blurb i would like to request some dad!Seb reacting to his son's first word being dada, or something like that, if it is not possible, then I understand 😊

thankyou sm hun, and ofc id never pass up a request for Seb. Here ya go hun, thankyou for all the support for my work xxx

Waiting

Pairing | dad!Sebastian Stan x mum!reader

Summary | based on the request

Warnings | fluff, swearing, nappy changing, brief mention of sex at the end

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His oceanic pools stared, his chin resting on his hand, as he seated himself on the floor, as y/s/n was on his play mat, playing with the colourful rings that were strewn across the floor.

He put one in his mouth, looking up at his father innocently, as he suddenly threw the toy in his father’s face.

But Sebastian did not yield, instead he remained on the child’s level, patiently... waiting.

“He’s not going to say anything if you’re giving him an intense gaze all day long. Y/s/n needs space and patience if you want him to say anything.” You cocked your hand upon your hip as you rushed in from the kitchen, a hand towel laid over your shoulder.

“I can’t miss it.” Seb spoke, reaching down to grasp the red ring, handing it back to his son, who fiddled with the plastic item. “I have to be alert, otherwise when I’m walking around the house, it could slip out. Both of us could miss it!”

“Then we wouldn’t even know he had his first word. So technically in our eyes and ears, it wouldn’t be.”

Crouching down beside him, you ruffled his brunette locks, pressing a kiss upon his temple, before reaching for the child that you made together, watching as he crawled towards you, soon after picking him up in your arms.

“Where are you taking my little man?” Seb pouted, lines forming upon his forehead, as he trailed after you and your precious cargo. “Gimme.” He held out his hands, watching adorably at you as he stared helpfully at you.

“Gimme?” You laughed, humoured by his child like vocabulary. Though, you gently put him in your husband’s arms, fixing him in a firm look. “Stop pressuring our son.” You pointedly ordered, your eyes crinkling at the vivid image of your two boys.

Seb rubbed his nose against y/s/n’s, cooing lightly at the wideness of the infant’s eyes. “I’m not pressuring you, am I? Mummy’s just being critical... of everything.”

“Are you wanting to end up on the couch tonight?” Sebastian gaped at you, rubbing his son’s head as he poked his tongue out of his mouth as he tried to decide on a response.

You continued on with your task concerning your hydration, grabbing a glass from one of the cupboards, and filling it half with water, bringing the edge to your lips.

“Mmh.” Your husband grunted, returning his attention back to your son, bouncing him softly in his encircling arms, as he reached out to graze his minuscule fingers against Seb’s scruff.

“That’s what I thought.” You laughed, throwing the kitchen towel down onto the side, as you pulled out a juice bottle for your little one, fixing up a simple concoction for him to drink.

Y/s/n began to squirm. Small sobs emitted from his infant mouth as Seb wrinkled his nose, patting him softly on the bum as he walked back towards his bedroom, laying him down on the changing mat.

“Daddy is just gonna put a new diaper on you, and take the dirty one off, ‘Kay?” He spoke lightly, well aware that the child most likely had difficulty understanding him, but he recognised the voice of his father.

Sebastian pulled out a clean nappy, putting it beside his son, as he unbuttoned his clothing, so that he had access to the soiled, disposable catcher of waste.

“Dadda loves you very much y/s/n. And I’m only doing this for your own health and hygiene.” He cooed, as he pulled off the diaper, as his son kicked his legs about, clearly not enjoying the situation. He never did.

As soon as he removed the nappy, and put it in a scent covering plastic bag, Seb quickly put the fresh one on, after wiping y/s/n down. When he finished, he picked his child up once more, returning to the kitchen, where you were washing some dirty dishes.

Though, whence you heard them enter the room, you removed your hands out from the soapy water, drying them, as you shook the bottle, earning y/s/n’s attention.

“Look what mummy has baby boy.” Seb spoke, watching as his son’s gaze flickered slowly between him and the bottle. “Come on, go to mumma.” He encouraged, about to pass him over to you.

But y/s/n gripped onto his shirt, and squealed a noise that was far from just random syllables strung together. “Daa-daa.” Seb froze, his azure eyes widening.

You too tensed up, your mouth dropping open, as you moved closer to the pair, peppering kisses over y/s/n’s face. He giggled, as Seb rubbed his back, joining you in on your praise of him.

“Clever boy.’ You gently spoke, your voice raising into a baby positive tone, as you allowed him to wrap his small hand around your index finger. “Is that your dada? Is it?”

“Do I actually have to sleep on the couch?” He asked, as blew a small raspberry onto y/s/n’s neck. If he wasn’t holding something so precious to you, you would’ve hit him for ruining the moment.

“No.” You sighed, grasping the juice bottle, which he now eagerly reached for. “How’d you do it? Get him to speak, was it the intense stare that i told you would give him nightmares?’

Seb lowered his head, taking the bottle from you as he popped the lid off one handedly, and held it towards his son, whom eagerly began to grab the sides and drink the contents.

“No. I was patient.” Saying so was like admitting defeat, he lowered his head, knowing without looking that there was definitely a boastful smirk aboard your face.

“What’d i tell you bubs?” You asked, stalking closer so that your mouth was beside his ear. “Maybe tonight calls for a celebration; you know, you and me, and a whole lot of sweet loving.”

“Y/n!” He lightly covered y/s/n’s ears looked at you shocked for your bluntness. “There is a child within hearing distance. You can’t say stuff like that!”

“Fine, we don’t have to celebrate.” You took the bottle from y/s/n who had finished guzzling, placing it and the leftovers on the side, as he began to tiredly snuggle his face into Seb’s chest.

“Now I didn’t say that...”

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musette22 · 4 years

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Okay- going back to that totally brain melting ask (and your, as always, incredible answer) about if Sebastian cries during sex or not. I would /love/ to know your thoughts on what Chris does to Seb that never fails to make him scream 😳

Yes, hi, thank you for this! 💗

So the day before yesterday I mentioned having some less than wholesome thoughts about how into Sebastian’s long hair Chris was, and how much Seb likes his hair being played with, and I think your ask gives me the perfect opportunity to elaborate on that a bit (and by a bit I mean in 2k words - and many thanks to the awesome @rainbowsandcoconut for brainstorming and helping me out, as always!) So for this one, I’m thinking Seb’s second long hair phase for CW, like when he was at Salt Lake City Comic Con in 2015 and he was gorgeous and tan and clean shaven, and Chris was bearded and pale and beautiful:

Chris and Sebastian started sleeping together not all that long before. However, since then, they’ve only seen each other a handful of times, and the last time was over three weeks ago. They arrived in Salt Lake City that morning from different place, then went straight into to the con, which means they haven’t really had any time in private all day. So by the evening, they’re both wound up from being around each other all day, touching during the photo ops, but not touching like they want to.

Which means that once they finally get back to their hotel, they’re instantly all over each other, and it’s frenzied and urgent and a little bit desperate.

Chris’s cardigan is the first to go, followed by Sebastian’s shirt, and then Chris is steering Sebastian back towards the bed, still kissing him, licking lewdly into his mouth. When they reach the bed, he gives Sebastian a light shove to sends him sprawling onto the mattress, and Sebastian lies there, panting and looking up at him with dark, hooded eyes. Chris grabs Sebastian’s belt, pulling him back down the bed, towards him, and without breaking eye contact, Chris unfastens Sebastian’s belt and jeans, then yanks down his pants and underwear halfway down his legs. It’s not very elegant, but neither of them particularly gives a fuck right now.

Once his jeans are off, Sebastian lets his legs fall open, shamelessly putting himself on display.

“Can’t wait to get you in me,” he tells Chris, his voice already low and raspy with want. “Haven’t stopped thinking about it since last time.”

Chris groans, automatically reaching for the bulge in his own jeans and giving himself a squeeze through the fabric. When Sebastian’s eyes flick down to Chris’s crotch and he licks his lips, Chris curses.

“Fucking Christ,” he mutters, hastily pulling off his own clothes. He makes a quick dash to his overnight bag on the chair in the corner to grab the lube and condoms, and then he’s climbing onto the mattress, crawling between Sebastian’s invitingly spread legs. Before Sebastian can so much as reach for him, Chris leans down and takes him into his mouth.

Sebastian shouts, hips bucks up involuntarily, but Chris grabs him and pins him down onto the mattress.

“Sorry, sorry,” Sebastian pants, “just feels so fucking good. Fuck, Chris, your mouth-”

The rest of his sentence gets lost in a moan when Chris puts his mouth to work, sucking, licking, all the while humming low in the back of his throat.

When Chris pulls off again after a minute or so, Sebastian whimpers in protest, dramatically throwing his head back against the mattress. Chris ignores him, instead grabbing the lube and quickly coating his fingers in it. Sitting back a little, he pushes Sebastian’s thighs open wider. He reaches down between his legs, only circling his rim for a few moments to spread the slickness around before he’s pushing a finger into him, right down to the second knuckle.

Normally, Chris would take his time, be more careful about this part, but he’s feeling all kinds of wound up right now and he just needs to get in Sebastian already. So instead of being careful, he resorts to swallowing Sebastian down again, sucking him off tight and slick to even out any discomfort while he opens him up a little quicker than he normally would. Judging by the sounds Sebastian is making, he’s more than alright with that.

When Sebastian starts gyrating his hips and pushing down on Chris’s fingers, trying to get them where he wants them, Chris forcibly pins him down again with his free hand. In response to Sebastian’s loud, pleading whine, Chris gives Sebastian’s inner thigh an admonishing bite. While he’s at it, he decides to suck a mark there, on that pale, smooth skin, the possessive part of his brain lighting up at the thought of that mark still being there tomorrow, when they’ve parted ways again.

“Chris, please,” Sebastian sighs, his head lolling from side to side. He tugs on Chris’s shoulder, trying pull him out from between his legs. “I’m ready, c’mon.”

Although he loves to tease Sebastian, Chris still feels the urgency from before so very keenly, so he sits up and pulls out his fingers, wiping them on the sheets before quickly tearing open and rolling on the condom. When he looks up and sees Sebastian lying there, sprawled out in all his glorious indecency, Chris feels something in his chest tighten and then loosen.

In a thick voice, he orders, “Turn around.”

Sebastian scrambles to obey, flipping over onto his stomach and grabbing a pillow to shove under himself. He pushes his ass back towards Chris, offering himself up, and Chris groans, immediately making a grab for those perfect, firm cheeks and pulling them apart. He lines up his own, thus far neglected dick between them, sliding it slowly up and down. He’s mesmerized by the contrast of his own flushed flesh against Sebastian’s creamy skin.

When the tip of his cock catches on Sebastian’s loosened rim, Sebastian moans. “Chris, stop teasing. Please.”

“Yeah, fuck, okay,” Chris nods quickly, taking himself in hand to line up properly and pushing in, “okay- oohhh, fuck.”

Despite Chris’s prepping, it’s almost overwhelmingly tight, and hot to boot, so Chris has to grit his teeth against the urge to just thrust and take. He fully intends to go slow, or as slow as he can manage – but Sebastian seems to have other plans. Pushes back against him, he impales himself on Chris’s cock, moaning as it fills him up all the way.

“Oh, shit,” Sebastian breathes, letting his head fall forward, hanging between his shoulders. He lets out a slightly hysterical giggle. “Forgot how big you were.”

Once the stars have faded a little from behind Chris’s eyelids, he rubs Sebastian’s hip in soothing circles. “Too much?”

Sebastian gives a curt shake of his head. “Fuck no, you’re perfect. Come on, give it to me.”

Pulling out almost all the way, leaving just the tip inside, Chris says, “Yessir,” and then slams back in.

Sebastian shouts, startled, even though he asked for it. “Oh God,” he moans, “fuck me good- Come on, yeah.”

Sebastian’s hands grip the sheets for purchase as Chris starts to pound into him, his thrusts hard, fast and a little mean. Sharp snaps of his hips that make the steady slap of skin on skin reverberate through the room, forcing a steady stream of ah, ah, unhh, yeah’s from Sebastian’s pretty, pink mouth.

With every sound Sebastian makes, every time his perfect ass swallows up Chris’s cock, Chris loses the tenuous grip on his restraint a little bit further. His mind grows foggy with a mix of lust and the desire to reduce Sebastian to a beautiful, sobbing mess – something he doesn’t quite recognize from himself.

“Kiss me,” Sebastian demands suddenly.

Chris has no choice. He goes immediately, draping himself over Sebastian’s back. Winding his free hand in Sebastian’s hair, he tugs his head up a little so he can kiss him sideways, over his shoulder. The angle is awkward, the kiss sloppy and with way more tongue and teeth than a proper kiss should probably have, and it’s absolutely perfect. God, Chris missed Sebastian’s taste so damn much, dreamed of it almost every night since he tasted it last. He grunts into Sebastian’s mouth, involuntarily tightening his fist in in his hair, making Sebastian whimper, his mouth going slack below Chris’s while Chris circles his hips, grinding his cock in deep, deep as it’ll go.

He stays like that a moment longer, relishing the perfect, snug heat surrounding him, and then Chris pushes himself back up to his knees.

As soon as he starts to thrust again, Sebastian pushes back against him, trying to speed things up, make him go deeper. Chris tuts disapprovingly and splays his right hand on Sebastian’s lower back, shoving him back down into the pillow below his hips, ungently. For a split second, Chris wonders if maybe he’s being too rough, too careless, but he can’t help himself – Sebastian just drives him crazy. There’s something about him. Something about that sweet yet cocky attitude that drew Chris in from the moment he met him, even if it took him a while to see that the attraction he felt physical and romantic rather than friendly.

Of course Chris can be gentle – sweet and patient and careful – he often is.

Right now, though, he just needs, and wants, so he takes. He sinks the hand that isn’t pressing Sebastian down into his long, chestnut hair, getting a good handful and then pulling, forcing Sebastian’s smooth back to arch in a gorgeous, lazy U-shape.

Sebastian yells.

Immediately, Chris loosens his grip and slows down, already opening his mouth to apologize for hurting Sebastian– but before he can get a word out, Sebastian moans.

“Yes, fuck- Like that, harder,” he pants, arching his back even further, and that’s when Chris realizes that Sebastian likes it rough. Loves it when Chris manhandles him, makes him take it.

Sebastian is strong. He’s in great shape, isn’t going to break. He can take it (Christ, can he ever). The realization that he doesn’t have to be quite as careful as he’s used to being with most women he’s been with lights a fire right down to Chris’s core.

Fucking hell.

He’s not the type to ever want to hurt his partners, but there’s no denying he loves being in control, loves testing the limits of his body and his strength – and since Sebastian just gave him the go ahead loud and clear, Chris goes for it.

Using all of his gym-honed strength, Chris starts to fuck Sebastian into the mattress with long, powerful strokes, pulling his head back by his hair and effectively taking away all of Sebastian’s leverage, all of his agency. The position Chris is in means he’s almost using the hand in Sebastian's hair to keep himself up, and still Sebastian is spurring Chris on to keep going, fuck him harder, faster.

Chris growls, a low animalistic sound, and curls the fingers of his right hand around Sebastian’s hip hard enough to leave bruises. Tugging his hips up just so, the angle of his thrusts change minutely, and suddenly, Sebastian is gasping for air and clawing at the sheets.

The sounds that leave him are nothing like Chris has ever heard him make before, even though the sex they’ve had up until that point has been nothing short of spectacular. Now though, Sebastian’s mewling, whimpering, mouth attempting to form words that peter off into gasps before they can materialize.

Something about Chris holding him down and nailing his prostate dead on, combined with the sting of the sting of Chris pulling on his hair, has Sebastian absolutely losing his mind. A strange, primal sense of pride at being to one to do this to him spreads like wildfire through Chris’s chest, warming him up from the inside out and allowing him tap into reserves of energy he didn’t know he possessed.

Chris doesn’t slow down, goes harder if anything the closer to his climax he gets, and it only takes a few more thrusts before actually Sebastian screams out Chris’s name and comes. He comes, untouched, on Chris’s cock, and the minute Sebastian tightens like a vice around him, squeezing and pulsing as his orgasm ripples through him, Chris lets out a loud, drawn out groan and buries himself deep inside one, final time.

It’s possible that Chris’s heart actually stops for a moment, but when it starts back up, it’s racing as if he’s just run a marathon. Which, in terms of physical exertion, actually isn’t all that far off. It takes him a moment to realise he’s slumped on top of Sebastian and he’s probably smothering him, so with his remaining strength, he manages to roll off him. Sebastian winces as Chris slips free.

“Sorry,” Chris murmurs, pressing a quick kiss to his shoulder. With some effort, he gets up, walking over to the bathroom on wobbly legs to dispose of the condom and grab a wet cloth.

When he turns back to the bed, he finds Sebastian looking at him through half-lidded eyes, a dopey grin on his face.

“Fuuuck,” he sighs contently, his voice is slurred with post-orgasm exhaustion, “that was amazing.”

Chris, like the theater nerd he is, can’t help but do a little stage bow.

Sebastian snorts. “C’mere,” he orders, barely curling the fingers of his left hand in Chris’s direction in a sloppy imitation of a come hither movement. “Need cuddles.”

Chris quickly, cursorily cleans Sebastian off, tossing the cloth to the side of the bed before lying down next to him. He snuggles up close, pulling a limp and sated Sebastian into his arms and breathing him in.

“So,” Chris starts after a minute of just lying there in blissed-out silence. His fingers are buried in Sebastian’s hair again, this time to massage his scalp in soothing little circles. “You really liked that, huh?”

“Hmmphh,” Sebastian replies into Chris’s chest.

Chris smiles lazily up at the ceiling. “Just so you know, now that I know how I can get you to scream my name, I’m gonna make you do it all the damn time.”

There’s a pause, and then Sebastian lifts his head to look at him. “I’m counting on it,” he whispers against Chris’s lips, then licks filthily into his mouth.

And Chris –

Chris is in love.

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blaineandersonsub · 3 years

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Seblaine || Saturday Experimenting

Who: Sebastian Smythe & Blaine Anderson @switchseb

When: Saturday 5.15.21

Where: Blaine’s Room

What: Blaine tries blindfolding and teasing Sebastian.

Warnings: NSFW

Blaine Anderson

Blaine led Sebastian into his bedroom, pushing the door closed behind them and locking it. He was a little anxious about today, but for the most part he was excited. He'd never really had this much control during sex before, and it led to him using the extra time he was granted to really think about what he wanted to do with it. Lots of things had crossed his mind, but the one he'd landed on that particularly interested him (that he wrote off as just being a basic vanilla interest) was a blindfold. The thought intrigued him. Being able to touch Sebastian, and have the other man's focus strictly on where his fingers might land next, or the way his hands felt on his body. The thought even turned Blaine on, probably more than it should. "So, just... one more time. Everything except limits, right Monsieur? Because... and if you're not comfortable with this, we don't have to do it... but, I was thinking about a blindfold?"

Sebastian Smythe

There wasn't anyone Sebastian trusted like this. Of course he trusted Frannie with his whole life, but that wasn't the same as this. And of course, he was a slut for commanding Dominants, but there was something that felt different about this. He could sense the anxiety coming off of Blaine and he was determined to do all he could to help with that. So when they were on the bed and Blaine was sitting across from him, he took his hand and pressed his lips to the bracelet like he so often did. He did say that nothing but his limits were on the table and he wondered how Blaine would take advantage of that. What was proposed wasn't expected and Sebastian cocked his head to the side. "That's what you want, sweetheart? Just a blindfold?" He asked, the surprise evident in his voice. "I think I'm okay with that." Sebastian leaned in to kiss Blaine. "Like I said, I trust you."

Blaine Anderson

Blaine watched Sebastian lift his arm and press a kiss to his bracelet, his shoulders instantly relaxing as a soft smile formed on his face. Sebastian made him feel so confident and happy, even when he wasn't sure he could be and he loved it. " Yes, Monsieur. It is," He said, reaching behind the other man with his free hand, pulling a black silk blindfold from under his pillow. "I put quite a bit of thought into it. I did a lot of researching on it too. I just... wanted to be safe," He quickly added, pressing another kiss to Sebastian's lips. And he had. He'd spent a long period of time reading about potential risks, and other things he wanted to know before even seriously considering suggesting it. "I was thinking... you undress to your boxers, I put this on you, and then... well, I want to touch you. All over. Kiss you too." He brought the hand up with the blindfold wrapped around it, brushing the fabric over the Switch's cheek, then his jaw line. "What's your safeword again?"

Sebastian Smythe

Sebastian was going to keep his work and let Blaine do what he wanted regardless of what it was, but the fact that Blaine took the extra step research made him see how serious this was to the submissive. “I think I can handle a blindfold,” he assured him, pressing his hand to that back of Blaine’s neck to keep him there for just a little longer to keep kissing him. “I think all of that sounds good, sweetheart.” Sebastian leaned into the touch, his eyes scanning Blaine’s face as it always did. It wasn’t an alarming question, but his body did react by his heat-beat accelerating and his breathing growing ragged. A simple way to turn casual fun into a scene. “Red,” he responded easily then kissed Blaine’s knuckles before getting up from the bed and undressing down to his boxers. As instructed.

Blaine Anderson

Blaine smiled softly as he watched Sebastian stand up and start undressing, leaning back on his palms as he took in every new inch of exposed skin. He told Sebastian all the time how handsome he was, but he didn't think the Switch understood how true that actually was. "On your stomach," Blaine instructed when the other man was back on the bed. He could feel his own heartbeat rising as he moved to straddle Sebastian's hips, but he quickly refocused himself as he leaned down to press his chest to the other man's back, pressing kisses along his shoulder. "Ready for it to go on, Monsieur?"May 24, 2021

Sebastian Smythe

Sebastian's stomach flipped at the small order. It only lasted for a moment but there was something different in Blaine's tone of voice as it was delivered. He was a little taken aback but decided not to address it. Instead, he did what he was told, smirking slightly as he got onto his stomach and waited for Blaine's next move. The body weight that was draped across his back was comforting and he closed his eyes on instinct as he turned his head to the side and just relaxed. "Ready, sweetheart," he offered. "I trust you," he reiterated.

Blaine Anderson

Blaine couldn't help but smile at the affirmation while carefully placing the blindfold over Sebastian's eyes. Something about holding this much trust felt special and also a little strange, but he didn't let himself dwell on that fact. He tied the blindfold with his fingers between the other man's hair and the knot to prevent it from catching, and also to make sure it wasn't too tight. Once it was on, Blaine began trailing his fingers down both sides of Sebastian's neck, then along his shoulders and down his arms.(edited)June 8, 2021

Sebastian Smythe

It was odd being in this situation with Blaine. It wasn't as if it was their first time with Blaine topping Sebastian in some way, but it felt like it was significant. The Switch didn't dwell on it for too long. Ultimately, Sebastian knew Blaine wasn't going to do anything that would make him uncomfortable, so he just focused on the exciting part of it. With his eyes covered, he could immediately feel the difference in Blaine's touches. It was as if he could visualize Blaine's fingers going down his body. He shivered at the feeling, but leaned into it. He shifted, turning his head to the other side, to give Blaine access to the other side of his neck as well.

HC:

Blaine's going to be lightly touching and kissing all over Sebastian's body, with the intent of convincing Sebastian to let him top. Starting with his shoulders and jaw line, then slowly moving down his spine. When he reaches the waistband of his boxers, he's going to sit up and press his erection right against Sebastian's ass while gliding his fingers right under the waistband. Just far enough in to tease him with them coming off. Sebastian would not be able to keep still, pressing back against Blaine to get as much contact as he could, but he would not object at all.

Then once he sees Seb is enjoying it, he'd playfully slap Sebastian's ass, because it's been done to him before. But then he's going to take Sebastian's boxers off, keeping everything as slow and teasing as he can, before moving down again to trail kisses along his lower back, then upper thighs. After a little more of that, tells him he wants to prep him with his tongue. Sebastian would kind of be surprised, looking back even though he couldn't see anything and kind of smirk and moan. His skin would have goosebumps and he would just be trying to anticipate Blaine's next move. It doesn't take long for him to agree, especially when he starts using his tongue on him to prep. "You've convinced me, sweetheart. Fuck me."

Blaine getting all excited immediately, taking the blindfold off and moving up to kiss him while getting undressed. Then fucks him into the mattress. After they both get off he'd flip into cuddle mode, probably putting a movie on he knows Sebastian likes. Sebastian enjoys the way they've flipped the script and lets Blaine have complete control. He doesn't think about it, just gives in and thoroughly enjoys himself, especially how unforgiving Blaine is with him. Falls asleep for a nice nap to the movie.

Blaine ends up staying awake for a while, not really thinking about what happened but just playing with Sebastian's hair absentmindedly while watching the movie, eventually ends up falling asleep with him.

#( far from the others; close to each other )#f2f: sebastian smythe #all: sebastian smythe #f2f: saturday experimenting

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yootaesowlwrites · 4 years

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Requested by: Anon

Request: Hi! Can you do B22 and B29 with Seb ? 💖

Prompts: B22* - “Fuck me like you mean it.” & B29* - “All Mine.”

A/N: hope you enjoyed it.

Word Count: 2.1K

Warnings: Possessive Seb, Jealous Seb, bondage, reader being tied up, reader being teased, fingers, unprotected sex (use protection), slight choking.

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Sebastian was fuming as he drove himself and (Y/n) home after their date night, she had worn a stunning dress showing off every inch of her curves, he didn’t mind it at first until he caught other men staring at her in the restaurant, practically undressing her with their eye, after dessert he quickly paid and lead them outside to his car, they weren’t far from their house and (Y/n) could see his knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering wheel.

“Seb?” (Y/n) softly says, she could see him glaring at the road ahead, she had no idea why he was angry.

“Did you enjoy tonight?” Sebastian asks, she could hear the anger in his voice as he tried to hide it, but failed.

“I did, yes, thank you.” (Y/n) says.

“Did you enjoy having everyone’s eyes on you?” Sebastian asks, she hadn’t even noticed people staring at her.

“I uh-“ She begins, but was quickly cut off.

“Because I didn’t,” Sebastian says, she quickly realized that he was more jealous than angry. “I saw how they all undressed you with their eyes.” They approach the house and Sebastian pulls into the garage, the engine shuts off, and he removes the keys from the ignition. “Go wait for me in the bedroom.” (Y/n) could feel herself become wet knowing what was coming, he was going to have his way with her, he was going to remind her who she belonged to.

“Any special requests?” (Y/n) asks, her voice sounding soft as she tried to hide the excitement.

“You better be naked and on the bed when I enter that room,” Sebastian says, (Y/n) climbs out of the car quickly making her way into the house, she discarded her shoes at the bottom of the stairs before dashing up to their bedroom, she reaches behind her for the zipper as she heard the door connected to the garage slam shut, she took hold of the zipper struggling to pull it down, if she wouldn’t be naked on the bed when he entered she would surely be punished, she manages to unzip the dress and slips out of it, dropping it to the floor, She reaches behind her to unclasp her bra, as she begins removing the straps from her shoulders she could hear Sebastian making his way up the stairs, she pauses for a second to think, did she want to get punished? Or did she was to be a good girl? Her bra drops to the floor and her fingers curl around her underwear, about to remove them.

“I thought I said that I want you naked and in the middle of that bed when I got here,” Sebastian says from the doorway, his voice filled with authority making her wetter, she looks up at him as his eyes darken with lust.

“I-I uh, struggled.” (Y/n) stutters.

“I don’t want to hear your excuses,” Sebastian says, (Y/n) nods her head pulling her hands away from her underwear, he strides towards her thinking how he would punish her for not obeying, he circles her watching her, she could feel the excitement running through her veins, maybe she did want to be punished, he comes to a halt behind her, she could feel his hand brushing against her skin running up her spine sending shivers through her body, he moves her hair over her shoulder before moving that hand to her through, his hand clamps down around her throat, she could feel his breath blowing against her ear. “What should I do with you?” He breathes out. ”So many choices.”

He releases her throat pulling his hand away only grab the back of her neck, he pushes her down not the bed bending her over, her ass sticking up in the air. “I could spank you.” He kept her pressed against the bed while his other hand brushed over her ass, he moves his hand between her legs cupping her pussy, he could feel how dripped wet she was and felt his cock twitch as he grew hard. “Mhm.” He pushes two fingers against her clit pushing the fabric of her lace underwear between her soaking lips, the friction against her clit causing her to let out a low moan. “ You like that, don’t you?” He pulls his hand away from her pussy and removes her underwear. “Get on the bed.” She quickly climbs onto the bed as Sebastian walks towards one to the drawer cabinets in the room, (Y/n) knew that drawer, Sebastian pulls it open and reaches into it, that was the toy cabinet, he takes out the ropes and makes his way back to the bed. “Do you remember the safe word?” He asks as he begins tying her right hand to the bedpost, she lays down on the bed nodding her head.

“Yes.” (Y/n) says, he walks around the bed and ties her other hand to the bedpost, he then ties her feet to the bedpost and takes a step back to examine her, her hands outstretched above her while she could still bend her legs if needed, she had enough space to move if she needed to, but she wouldn’t be able to touch him or wrap her legs around him.

“All mine,” Sebastian says, (Y/n) looks up at him seeing the growing bulge in his pants, if she would be getting punished for not being in position on time, she might as well speak.

“At least fuck me like you mean it.” (Y/n) says, Sebastian unbuckles his belt watching her.

“Do you doubt that I won’t?” Sebastian asks, he drops the belt to the floor and removes his blazer. “Maybe you shouldn’t see what I’m going to do with you while I’m punishing you.” He unties the tie around his neck.

“I want to see.” (Y/n) softly says, he walks to the side of the bed.

“Maybe you should use your senses tonight,” Sebastian says, he placed his knee on the bed as he leans towards (Y/n) to tie the tie around her head, she lets out a soft whimper and felt him climb off the bed, she could hear something hit the ground and him removing his shoes before it became a little quiet, he watched her as he removes his own clothing, knowing that she had no idea where he was, she could feel his eyes roaming her body before feeling something softly brush over her leg, she quickly realized it was his fingers ghostly brushing over her skin, she feels the bed dip as he moves high.

His hand rests on her mound and moves his finger between her pussy lips, his finger slowly moving back and forth over her clit, she bites her lip at the pleasurable feeling, he coats his finger with her wetness. “So damn wet.” (Y/n)’s toes curl in pleasure as he stimulates her clit using two fingers. “Yeah, you like that.” She could feel it building in her lower stomach, the warmth travelling through her body as Sebastian saw her stomach muscles tense, her mouth fell open as she gasps for air, his fingers circling around her clit.

“Oh.” (Y/n) gasps, a thin barely noticeable layer of sweat formed on her skin, she was getting closer and closer to her release, her hands gripped the rope ready for her release only for his fingers to disappear along with the tightening feeling in her lower stomach, she releases the rope wanting to scream, but she knew if she did then he would just continue to deny her, her orgasm, he proffered to hear her moan and gasp in pleasure instead of screaming out in frustration.

“Nothing to say?” Sebastian asks, (Y/n) shakes her head ‘no’. “All right.” She could feel his fingers slide over her mound and over her clit, moving lower and lower stopping at her entrance and circling around it, she arches her back off the bed hinting that she wanted his fingers inside her, that she wanted him to finger fuck her, his other hand pushes her hips back down against the bed. “Be patient.” He inserts three fingers curling them inside her.

“Oh, mhm.” (Y/n) moans, he slowly pulls his fingers out halfway before pushing them back in and curling them, he repeated the pattern feeling her walls clench around his fingers, the tightening feeling returns to her lower stomach and her breathing became heavy, she lifts her hips hoping to receive more pleasure, but Sebastian pushed her hips down again.

“I can feel how eager you are,” Sebastian says. “I can feel how close you are.” The thrusts slowly down enough to keep her close to the edge. “Do you think you deserve to have your release?”

“Mhm.” (Y/n) responds with a moan.

“Do you think you deserve it after ignoring my orders?” Sebastian asks, she could feel her legs starting to shake from the pleasure, but he wouldn’t allow her that pleasure, not yet. “Or maybe I should make you cum over and over and over again until you can’t walk.” (Y/n) lets out a gasp as pleasure and warmth run through her veins, it felt like she was about to explode with pleasure, but Sebastian knew just how to keep her from her release.

“Please.” (Y/n) begs, she couldn’t see him, but she knew he was thinking about her plead. “Please.” He slowly pulls his fingers out from her entrance, a pout forms on her lips as he moves to sit on his knees, he looks down at his own cock and wraps his hand around himself, using the hand that was just pleasuring her to lubricate his own cock, he was rock hard and ready to be inside her, to feel her walls clench around his cock, he moves on top of her, having above her, she could feel his cock brush against her pussy, the necktie that was used to blindfold her was removed, he could now see the lust in her eyes, the need for a release, her eyes travel down his body seeing that he was naked as well.

“After thinking about it,” Sebastian says. “I think you deserve to be rewarded.” He reaches down putting all his weight on one arm to support him, he wraps his hand around his cock and guides himself to her entrance, pushing himself inside her he brings his hand back and placed it on the bed for support, he thrusts into her causing her to whimper, she bends her legs wanting to wrap them around his torso only to be stopped by the ropes around her ankles, she lets out a whine and tries to reach for him only to be reminded of the rope around her wrists, he leans down and kissing down her jawline to her neck, she could feel his teeth graze her as he nipped at her skin, he was leaving marks over her neck, he was making sure people would know that she was taken. “Go- you look so beautiful all tied up.”

“Seb.” (Y/n) breathes out, she could feel her orgasm building slowly as the tightening feeling in her lower stomach returning, he could feel her walls clench around him as he thrusts in and out of her, almost milking him for an orgasm. “Rub me, please, please, rub me.” she breathes out, he reaches between them and presses his finger against her clit, he could feel her shake beneath him as he slides his finger back and forth over her clit, her breathing became short as she felt on fire from the pleasure running down her legs, her toes curl in pleasure as his cock twitched inside her as her walls clenched around him, the room temperature rises.

Their moans, groans along with skin slapping against skin was the only sound in the room, she wraps her hands around the ropes as she felt her release approaching. “Oh, oh.” She gasps, he rolls her throbbing clit between his fingers sending her over the edge. “Oh go- SEB!” she shakes beneath hi with pleasure as the tension in her lower stomach exploded, her eyes fall close as her mind becomes clouded, the pleasurable feeling giving her such a high, the more sight of her losing herself in her orgasm sent Sebastian over the edge, he fills her as he reaches his high.

He could feel himself losing his strength and energy as he comes down from his high, he brings his hand back to the bed to support himself as he watched (Y/n) come down from her high, he pulls out from her spilling their cum spilling onto the bed, she extends her legs laying them down on the bed, sweat covered them both as the room felt heated, Sebastian climbs off her and unties the bindings on her wrists, he stood from the bed and unties her ankles, he was tired himself, but he needed to take care of the woman on the bed.

“Do you want me to clean you or run a bath?” Sebastian asks, (Y/n) tiredly smiles at him.

“I don’t even know if I’m going to make it to the tub.”

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harley-sunday · 4 years

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Things We Lost in the Fire [05]

Summary: During a bank robbery you’re surprised when the criminals seem to recognize you and retreat in fear. Only after do you learn that your high school sweetheart now runs a nationwide crime syndicate and has you placed on a “no harm” list. You decide to pay him a visit after all these years.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader (F)

Warnings: Language. Mentions of a miscarriage. NSFW. Unprotected Sex.

Word count: 4996

AN: I am not a doctor, I’m a writer. So things will probably not be medically correct. Please keep that in mind. And please, please, please let me know what you think. I need feedback. And validation. Obviously :) ♥

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Even though you have been awake for quite some time now, you can tell by Sebastian’s steady breathing that he’s still vast asleep and so you get out of bed slowly, careful not to wake him. There’s just enough sunlight peeking through the curtains to help you find your clothes without much trouble and you quietly make your way to the bathroom.

Saturday, you think to yourself as the warm water hits your back, day six of this new life where you’re keeping information from the police and playing house with a criminal. You roll your eyes and shake your head at what your life has become, fully understanding that you can never go back to the way things were. It’s fine. Except for maybe your colleagues at Carver State there’s not much to go back to anyway.

Your shower’s quick and you make your way downstairs just a couple of minutes later, barefoot like yesterday, but this time wearing a denim, knee-length shift dress. Coffee first, you decide, and you find what you need in the cabinets and turn on the machine before you raid the fridge to put together a healthy breakfast with what you got at Lowes yesterday.

The coffee’s almost done when you hear noises coming from upstairs and this time it’s Sebastian who asks you if he still has time to take a shower.

“Yeah,” you reply with a smile, while you continue to set the table. Or breakfast bar. Whatever.

You hear the water being turned off a couple of minutes later and as if on cue you turn the toaster on, your hands resting on the counter top as you wait for the bread to pop up. The smell of toast starts filling the air and for a moment it takes you back to Saturday morning in your childhood home. Suddenly, there are hands on your hips and then he’s kissing your neck, making you jump because you didn’t hear him walk in. You mutter a quiet, “Jesus,” because he surprised you, and you feel him step back.

“Shit, sorry,”

You scrunch your nose, your back still turned to him, because yes, it was unexpected, but also because you kind of want him to keep his hands there and you don’t know how to make it less awkward.

“I’m sorry,” he says again, and there’s no doubt in your mind he’s running his hand through his hair nervously this very second. “I don’t know what came over me.” He chuckles then, trying to ease the tension, “Force of habit, I guess.”

Really, you want to bite back, after all these years? But you don’t, because you really, really need to let that go. So instead you turn around with a sly smile, “Just give a little heads up next time, Stan.”

His eyes go wide in surprise although he doesn’t say anything and just nods. Sitting down he takes the cup of coffee you’re sliding towards him, his head low when he says, “I want you to know I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be-” you start, because really, it was no big deal.

“No,” he interrupts you, “that’s not what I meant. Well, also, I guess, but I uh,” he runs his hand through his hair (again) and looks up at you, “I’m sorry about yesterday. What I said about needing you.”

“Oh, Seb, really-”

“No, let me finish.” He raises his eyebrows and you understand what he wants and so you nod to let him know you won’t interrupt. He clears his throat before he continues, “I uh, I thought about it a lot yesterday while you were out, and again last night and I realized that I should never have asked you that. It was,” he pauses, almost like he’s looking for the right words. He smiles then, repeating what you said, “It was a fucking big ask and it wouldn’t be fair in any situation, let alone the one we’re in right now, but even more so because I wasn’t there for you when needed me most.”

He nods then, lowering his eyes, a whispered, “So, please, forget I even asked,” following.

The sincerity in his voice surprises you and for a moment you are actually at a loss for words. But then you realize something and before you know it the words come out, “It’s ok.”

And, as if your body has a mind of its own, you find yourself rounding the breakfast bar, ending up behind him, watching him as he turns around in his seat. A stampede of butterflies flutters around in your stomach when you throw your arms around his neck, taking a step forward so you're standing in between his legs, pulling him closer. “It’s ok,” you say again, and you mean it. It’s time to put that part of your past behind you, it’s been sixteen years, for God’s sake.

His arms find their way around your waist and he pulls you even closer, and the gesture feels weirdly desperate, almost as if he needs you for support. But then you guess in a way he does. You realize you haven’t held him like this since you were in the hospital waiting for the doctors to inform you of Josh’ condition and somehow it seems fitting. Full circle, or something like that anyway.

“Thank you,” he says then, his voice low as he lets you go. His lips brush your cheek, placing a chaste kiss there before he drops his hands back in his lap.

You return to your side of the breakfast bar, with so much more you still want to tell him, but the words failing you, and it doesn’t really feel like the right time either. Maybe later. Maybe tonight.

Sebastian suggests taking your car for the trip to Columbia and you don’t really see any reason why not, especially after he offers to drive. You let your head rest against the window as soon as you hit the mainland, knowing there’s a good two-and-a-half hours left before you get to Chestnut Hill Nursing home, just outside the city. You keep stealing glances in his direction, taking him in because he looks ridiculously good in his black jeans, and a black button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

He leans forward then and you quickly avert your eyes, but he’s going for the radio, changing it to a station that only plays eighties music. He’s quietly singing along to a Bruce Springsteen song while you watch the world pass you by and all of sudden the whole thing feels so wholeheartedly nostalgic that you find yourself getting lost thinking about the one, big, what if.

What if you had stayed together?

Would that have been enough to keep him out of what he’s involved in now? Would you have not lost the baby? Would you have gotten married? Started a family? There’s a tug at your heart then when you realize that if you hadn’t lost the baby, you would have had a fifteen-year old by now.

Suddenly an image of a moody teenager sitting in the backseat pops into your mind, a boy, because that’s what the doctor told you after he gave you the news that you were no longer going to be a mom.

The kid would probably be sulking because you’re making him go see uncle Josh when he much rather would have stayed at home to play video games. You’d tell him uncle Josh would be happy to see him, and promise to make it up to him with a stop at your favorite ice cream shop on the way home. Sebastian would tell him that this is all part of growing up, not doing things you specifically want to do but doing them anyway because it’ll make you feel better afterward.

God, Sebastian would make a great dad.

It’s too much, this fantasizing about what could have been, and you can feel tears forming in your eyes at an alarming rate. No matter how hard you try, there’s no blinking them away, and so you try to be subtle, dabbing at your eyes with the back of your hand, but of course he notices.

There’s a quick glance in your direction, before he asks, “You ok?” his voice filled with worry.

You try to tell him that you’re fine, but nothing comes out for a while and when it does, it’s not what you had in mind, “It was a boy.”

You’re not sure he understands what you’re talking about, but once again he surprises you as he puts his hand on your knee and gives it a little squeeze, “I could tell you I was sorry until the end of time and it still wouldn’t be enough.”

Without thinking you take his hand, because somehow you understand this is still very much his loss too, “I know.”

His thumb gently strokes the inside of your wrist, but he doesn’t look at you, his eyes on the road. His voice is barely above a whisper when he finally speaks again, “I’m sorry, dragă.” He squeezes your hand, “For everything.”

“I know,” you say again, because really, you do. You don’t agree with what he did, and never will, but there’s still some part of you that understands why he did it, even though you are not sure you’re thinking about what he did sixteen years ago or what he has been doing over the last fifteen years. Maybe both.

You remember his mother’s words then, about how he’s changed but how that boy you know and love is still there. She was right, it’s not all bad. Most of it is, there’s no doubt about that, but there’s still good in him. Maybe even more so now than before.

Once you turn off the freeway the road leads you through a lush forest and up the world’s longest driveway. It’s a little after one in the afternoon when you pull up to a big mansion, Sebastian maneuvering your car into one of the free parking spots with ease. He looks at you, “Here we are.”

You lean forward in your seat, trying to take in the immense building in front of you, wondering out loud if this used to be a plantation. Sebastian hasn’t heard you though, because he’s already out of the car, greeting what seems to be a nurse making her way towards him. You unbuckle your seat belt and grab your purse before you are introduced to Elizabeth, who insists you call her Betty.

You follow Betty and Sebastian inside, where she makes you sign the visitor’s log while Sebastian explains he’s listed as Josh’ emergency contact and doesn’t have to sign in anymore. You write your name down in what appears to be a very empty log and you wonder just how many people live here and if there’s anyone visiting them. It doesn’t seem like it. Before you have a chance to ask, Betty and Sebastian are on the move again, and you follow them down a long corridor towards what Betty informs you is the sun room.

While Sebastian asks her about some tests they did on Josh a couple of days ago, you follow a little behind, taking in all the art that’s lining the walls. There’s a wheelchair parked outside the room Betty’s taking you to and you realize you haven’t given Josh’ condition much thought up until now. You wonder what’s become of him and it’s then you hear Betty tell Sebastian that he isn’t in the best of moods today so you’ll guess you find out soon enough, preparing yourself for the worst.

Betty opens the door to the sun room then and steps aside, allowing you to pass. You fight the urge to take Sebastian’s hand for comfort and instead follow him inside to where there’s a man sitting in a chair. He’s wearing a beanie, even though it’s mid June and not at all cold outside, the sun having warmed up the room significantly already. His posture is very rigid, his hands resting on top of the armrests of the chair, but his fingers barely touching the fabric. Sebastian’s standing in front of him now, effectively blocking out the sun, a sad smile on his lips when he says, “Hey brother.”

You watch as he gives Josh a gentle hug, and you can tell he’s careful to not hold him too tight, before he pulls up a chair and sits down on his right. Josh doesn’t really respond and keeps his eyes trained on the window, barely even acknowledging Sebastian. Must be the bad mood Betty warned you about.

Sebastian nods at you then to let you know it’s ok and so you take a step forward, swallowing a gasp when you see Josh’ face. It’s badly scarred and it looks like it must hurt, the skin still an angry red in some spots. His left eye is milky-white, while his right keeps moving around and you wonder just how much he can still see.

Stepping in front of him, blocking out a little less sunlight than Sebastian did, you can tell Josh knows there’s someone else in the room by the way he lifts his head up and seems to look for you. You clear your throat, although your voice is barely above a whisper when you say “Hi Josh,”

It takes him a moment, but he chuckles then, his right hand curling into a fist and finding Sebastian’s upper arm perfectly as he gently stomps it, “I can’t believe it actually worked!”

Before you can ask what this is about, because why the fuck does Sebastian look so flustered all of a sudden, Josh turns his attention back to you, “I never thought I’d see you again, Squeaks”

You can’t help but smile at the use of your old nickname, even though Josh was the only one who ever called you that. He’s smiling too and tells you to sit down because you’re blocking his light and he’s working on his tan, thank you very much.

You see Sebastian shake his head at Josh’ wry sense of humor before he pulls up a chair for you, moving over so you can sit in between him and Josh. You’re not really sure how to start, so there’s a bit of an uncomfortable silence before you decide to just go for it and turn towards your left, “I feel stupid for even asking this, but how are you?”

Josh’ smile drops, his tone more serious now, “I have my good and my bad days.” He chuckles then, but the sound doesn’t have any warmth to it, “I fucked up when was younger and I’m still paying the price for that.”

He never was one to beat around the bush.

He points towards his face, “Left eye’s completely fucked, right eye’s seventy percent fucked, sixty percent of my body’s covered in third degree burns, I’ve had more bouts of pneumonia than I can keep track off and I have been close to dying, oh I’d say about four times now, due to infections wreaking havoc on my body.” He says it all so matter-of-factly that you wonder how many times he’s already told someone this, but he continues then, “I’m getting immune to almost every known antibiotic out there and I’m going to need a new sort of therapy that has a ten percent chance of succeeding. So, yeah. I try not to think about it too much.”

“Fuck,” you whisper quietly, because you never knew it was this bad.

“You can say that again,” Josh agrees with a nod of his head. He points to Sebastian then, “If it wasn’t for this guy I would have given up a long time ago.”

“Hmm,” you reply, not really knowing what else to say. There are some things you want to ask Josh, but not necessarily with Sebastian around. You know it’s a long shot, but you decide to ask him anyway, “Seb? You think you could give Josh and me a minute?”

“Oh shit,” Josh chuckles. “Am I in trouble?”.

Before you can saying anything, Sebastian asks, “You sure you can handle her?” It seem like he’s trying to make light of the situation even though you can tell he’s doesn’t like this sudden change of plans.

Josh nods and so Sebastian gets up, muttering something about having to see someone about something anyway. Just as Sebastian walks outside the nurse from earlier walks inside, pushing what seems to be a bar cart.

“I’ll take an apple juice, Betty,” Josh says, probably having heard her come in. Then with a grin, “I think we’ll give my friend here a cup of coffee even though I’m sure she’d much rather have something with alcohol.”

“Josh,” you hiss, but can’t help but smile, because if anything he seems to still have his sense of humor. You watch as Betty puts your cup on the coffee table before she hands Josh his glass and wait until she’s out of the room again before you turn to him.

“Squeaks, I know what he does,” he says before you can even ask anything, his voice low, “I know how he gets the money.”

“Ok,” you draw out slowly, “and you’re ok with that?”

“Of course not,” he bites back, a scowl on his face. His features soften then, “I’ve told him to stop several times, but,” he sighs, “there’s always more. More therapy, more medicine, more whatever it is I need, which means there are always more bills to pay too. You know how stubborn he is. If I tell him I don’t want his money he’ll find another way to make sure the bills are paid.”

“Don’t you worry what will happen when he gets caught?”

“Always the realist out of us three,” he says, sounding almost proud. “Of course I do, but where’s that going to get me? You know as well as I do that I can’t stop him.”

“I know,” you admit quietly.

“I’m glad you’re here though,” he says, smiling. “He’s going to need you.”

“For what?”

“Wasn’t it genius, having our initials up on those vests?” he asks, effectively ignoring your question. “I came up with that, you know? I knew you’d recognize them.”

“Josh,” you start, but don’t really know how to go from there because what the fuck is going on? Why does it starting to feel like you being here was all part of some big, elaborate plan they conjured up together? What’s the purpose of all of this?

“He misses you, you know?” Josh sits up in his chair and turns to you, “And it didn’t get better with time, you know, like you’d expect. He never really talks about it, but I know him well enough that he doesn’t have too. I guess he keeps wondering what could have been.”

You don’t know how to respond and so you keep silent.

"There’s a way out of this,” he says then, leaning closer to you, his voice low, “for both of you.”

“So you promise?” Josh asks again, his hand on yours.

“I promise,” you agree, swallowing back some tears when the severity of the situation hits you.

“Promise what?” Sebastian asks when he steps back into the sun room with a grin.

“Promise to go on a date with me sometime,” Josh says without missing a beat, a smile now plastered on his face.

You wonder if Sebastian notices the abrupt change of subject, but if he does he doesn’t comment on it. Instead he looks at you, “They want us to go. Visiting hours have been over for a while”

You nod, “Ok,” and grab your purse before you turn to Josh and lean in to give him a careful hug, your mouth close to his ear when you whisper, “Thank you.”

“Just know I’m rooting for you two, kid” he says, pulling you just a little tighter.

You walk out then, giving Sebastian some room to say goodbye to Josh. And to hopefully keep him from seeing you cry. From behind the front desk nurse Betty reminds you to sign out of the visitor’s log, her eyes filled with concern when she sees how upset you are. She doesn’t say anything, and you’re glad, because you’re sure that if she had, you would end up telling her everything. Instead you simply tell her, “Goodbye,” and make your way outside, the fresh air helping you regain at least some of your composure. You lean against the side of the car, waiting for Sebastian to catch up with you, while you relish in the warmth of the sun that’s now hanging low in the sky. Must have been here longer than you thought, you think to yourself.

It takes a while for Sebastian to join you and you can tell from the way his jaw is set that he’s not up for talking. Josh must have set things in motion then, although you wonder just how much he’s told Sebastian. And if it’s the first time Sebastian has heard it. You doubt it.

You guess there’s a lot to think about for the both of you and so the drive back is silent, each of you lost in your own thoughts.

It’s dark when Sebastian pulls up in front the beach house and for a moment you just sit in the car together, the engine slowly ticking to a stop. It feels safe in here, like you’re in a bubble where no one can touch you, where the outside world doesn’t exist.

“Are you sure you’re ok with this?”

You nod, knowing exactly what he’s getting at, “Yes.”

“It won’t be easy,”

“I know,”

“They’ll be relentless once they take you in, question you to the nth degree.” He runs a hand over his face before he turns to you, “We don’t know if it’ll will work.”

“It will,” you reassure him, simply because it has to. There’s no other way. You look out of the window then, blinking back a tear, “It will.”

“We should get inside,”

“Yeah,” you agree and unbuckle your seat belt. You’re not surprised when he offers you his hand when you round the car, and you take it without hesitation, leaning into him a little as you make your way to the front door. You don’t let go, not even when you get inside and he closes the door behind you, needing the contact.

He turns to you, “Our last night together then, I guess.”

“I guess so,” you reply, a sad smile playing around your lips. You don’t want this to end, not yet, but you know it has to. Especially after you promised Josh you’d do your part.

You look up at him, only to find him staring back at you. He’s not smiling though, instead his eyes are darkened with what you know is lust. It makes your knees go fucking weak because no one has ever looked at you like that except for him. You anticipate his next move and so you’re not surprised when he gently pushes you back until your back meets the wall.

He lets go of your hand while he uses his knee to spread your legs, and places his hands on either side of your head, effectively boxing you in. He lowers his head then, lips ghosting across your jaw before they stop at your ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine, “Tell me to stop and I will, but if you don’t I take it you’re in, dragă.”

“Of course I’m in,” you reply, your voice hoarse, your hands in his hair then, using them to guide his mouth toward yours. There’s nothing soft or subtle about the kiss, instead there’s a need to it that has on you on edge right away, your teeth dragging across his lower lip, begging him to let you in.

He does and your tongue find his with ease, your hands in his hair pulling him closer to deepen the kiss. He pushes into you more and you moan when you feel his erection press against you. His hands find their way to your hips, his fingers bunching up the fabric of your dress and pushing it higher, exposing your panties. He pulls back then, and you whimper at the loss of contact, but there’s a wicked grin on his lips just before he sinks to his knees and starts kissing the inside of your thigh.

“Oh fuck,” you whisper when he takes your leg and drapes it over his shoulder, placing a kiss on the very wet fabric of your panties at the same time. You arch your back, wanting more, hands in his hair again to hold him in place. You feel his thumb rubbing circles on your clit, the fabric in between adding extra friction, and it actually makes you shiver.

He uses his thumb to push the fabric aside, his mouth latching onto your throbbing clit then, looking up at you through hooded eyes and you nearly come right there and then. He pulls back a little, softly blowing on the spot where his mouth was a few seconds ago, his fingers then hooking in the fabric of your panties and pulling them down.

“Seb, please,” you groan, not liking this loss of contact.

He grins back at you, “Ready?”

All you can do is nod, but he doesn’t need any more encouragement and it’s all mouth, tongue and teeth from there on out, bringing your dangerously close in just a couple of minutes. You try to hold off as long as you can, but then he slides his fingers in, two at once, finding your G-spot so effortlessly that you come with a loud, “Oh fuck.”

He keeps licking, helping you come down from your high gently, until you release your fingers from his hair and let out a content sigh. He pulls back then, pushing himself up, placing a chaste kiss on your lips before his grin returns.

You smile, pulling him in for another kiss, still tasting yourself on his lips. Dragging your teeth across his lower lip you let your hand slide down his chest, unbuttoning his shirt as you go along. You let your fingers dance across the now-exposed skin of his stomach, marveling at how muscular he really is. Still kissing him, you find the button of his jeans and you open it, sliding your hand inside and cupping him through his boxers.

He groans at your touch and you use his momentary lack of focus to turn the both of you around so that he’s now up against the wall, your hand still holding him even though you can feel him wanting to get out. You let your mouth trail from his jaw to his nipples, licking one before you gently bite the other and you can’t help but smile when you feel him grow in your hand. You slowly make your way down, your tongue tracing the hem of his boxers before you pull your hand out and push down his boxers and jeans in one swift motion.

You look at him and raise an eyebrow, pumping him a few times before get down on your knees and run your tongue from the base of his cock to the tip, cleaning up the pre-cum. You take him into your mouth slowly, enjoying the feel of the thick vein against your tongue and then remembering how good he used to, and still does, taste as you bop your head up and down.

His fingers lace through your hair, keeping your head in place but never pushing you, instead letting you set the pace. You can tell he’s getting there from the way his breathing picks up and so you add your hands to the mix, one hand cupping his balls while the other follows your mouth up and down his shaft.

“Fuck, dragă, I’m close,” he growls, and you take that as your cue to pull back with an audible pop. You’ve only just stood up when you feel his strong hands lift you up and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist as he carries upstairs, his erection pressing against your core. You pull your dress up and over your head just as he puts you down, your bra following shortly after.

His eyes travel over your body as you stand there naked in front of him, a low, “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” escaping him.

You hold out your hand and when he takes it you pull him towards you, slowly lowering yourself on the bed. You watch him through hooded lids as he lowers himself onto you, entering you slowly, not bothering with a condom because honestly, it never even crosses your mind to do so.

He fills you up perfectly, like he always did, your bodies almost melting together and you easily admit, “I missed you.” Kissing him then, the need behind it hopefully adding to the sentiment. He starts to thrust harder then and you match his rhythm effortlessly, bucking your hips up whenever he thrusts into you, arching your back when his mouth latches onto your breast. He’s keeping himself up with one arm, his other hand finding your clit, gently rubbing circles around it, bringing you closer and closer.

“Fuck,” you draw out, feeling your orgasm rapidly approaching. You cup his face and bring it up to yours, never taking your eyes off of his as your orgasm washes over you. His pupils are blown and you when you see him swallow hard you know he’s right behind you, a smile tugging on your lips, “Come for me, Seb.”

It takes a few more thrusts to send him over the edge, but when he does buries his face in your neck, biting down on your skin as he growls, “I missed you too, dragă.”

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Imagine Reader/Sebastian Part 6

I may or may not have exagerated on the size of this chapter heheh.... sorry

Previous part here: https://delightfulstarlightparadise.tumblr.com/post/629648429892665344/before-we-start-i-once-again-remind-you-that

I would like to remind you that English is not my main language, but I am doing my best.

You spend all morning collecting parsnips, but you get a very nice price for them at Pierre’s, enough to cover both your hospital and saloon bills, and also buy some food for the farm. It is a little less than what you used to make in a week, but you feel really nice about yourself.

You are happily walking back to the farm when you hear someone calling you.

“Did I get your name right?” a blonde girl says coming down the stairs that lead to the fountain in the community center. “I really wanted to take a look at you. Emily had told me you were very good-looking.”

You turn to her and see that she is analyzing you from head to toes. This makes you feel a little vulnerable.

“I guess under all that dirt and with some different clothes you might actually look pretty nice.” she says.

“Excuse-me?!” is the only thing you can stutter behind a gag of disbelief.

“I am Haley. My sister is the crazy blue haired girl that works at Stardrop.” she says.

You can’t even bring yourself to greet her.

“I guess you won’t be much of a menace, then.” she speaks just like those mean girls you thought were only seen in movies. “See you around.”

The same sudden way she came, she goes away, charmingly walking in heels, moving her hips in an 80’s movie sexy way.

“Told you being weird over here is nothing.”

You look behind your shoulder and Sebastian is smoking , coming from the bus stop path.

“You know, Sam kicked me in a place that hurts this morning and I think somehow it is your fault.” he says without even greeting you. “Did you say something about the crush I told you?”

“I just asked.” you say, shrugging.

“How are you?” he asks.

“Fine. Why?”

“Because. Isn’t it something normal people ask when they meet?” he lets go the cigarette smoke almost in your face, he doesn’t seem to care about here the smoke is going. “Also, I overheard my mom and Maru talking about you being in the hospital yesterday. Did you drink too much again? We already have two alcoholics in town.”

“It was nothing like that. I just...” met a wizard and drank a green potion he gave me? That seemed to support more his theory of what happened. “... had an insulation?”

“Yeah... don’t push yourself too hard.” he says. “See you around, drunk farmer.”

“Bye gingerbread.” you reply with a whisper.

He freezes at his spot as if he was just hit in the stomach and slowly turns to you over his shoulder.

“What did you just say?” his voice i s rough.

“Nothing.” you say with a giggle.

“No, no. Repeat that. I heard you say it.”

“I didn’t say anything.” you shrug . “I better be going, I still have to eat lunch, I don’t wanna pass out somewhere else, again.”

“You are that fucking kid that used to hang around with Alex and call me gingerbread man, weren’t you?” he says. “I fucking hated you back then.”

“That is why you tried to kill me?”

His infuriated expression was quickly overrun by a nervous one.

“I didn’t try to kill you, it was an accident. And I saved you.” he says looking sideways a bit ashamed.

“You don’t call me what you just did, I don’t tell her you used to be a red hair.” you say.

“Her?... ABBY?! HELLO.”

Abigail shows up from behind Sebastian, holding his hips as if she was trying to scare him. It actually worked because he turned red right away.

“Hi Seb . Hey farmer! What are you doing?” she says.

“Hello. I was going home.” you say.

“The two of you are getting along well, right?” she says and you can feel something weird in her voice. “It is the third time I see you hanging out.”

“We used to know each other.” you say and Sebastian sends you the most infuriated and threatening look you have ever seen.

“I see...” she says, looking a little worried. “Did I interrupt something? Do you want me to leave?”

“No, it is fine. I was just leaving.” you say and organize your food packages in your hands. “See you later.”

“Wait a moment!” Sebastian says. “Abby, excuse-us just a second.”

Sebastian hugs you from your shoulders and takes you a little further from Abigail, that keeps staring at you both, curious.

“You don’t ever tell anyone I was ginger. EVER.” he whispers by your ear. “Neither how you used to call me. Got it?”

“Or what?” you say, bumping into his chest with your shoulder and smirking.

He steps away impressed with your strength. He stares at you as if he is about to do something that he doesn’t even know what is.

“Relax. I was just kidding.” you say, and wave at Abigail. “See you around.”

“Hey y/n wait!” Abigail calls. “We are gonna play videogames at Sam tonight, come too.”

Sebastian chokes at his own breath and you start feeling very anxious over the invite.

“I have... something... I...” you stutter.

“Come on!” she says, coming closer to both of you. “It is going to be fun, like that day in the saloon. Tell the farmer to come, Sebastian.”

“Cooome...” he says in a VERY sarcastic way.

“I... I will see about that.” you say very quickly. “I really need to go now.”

“Sebastian will pick you up when he is coming! He will be there at seven!” she says in such a firm way you don’t even know what to reply.

“Abby, what the...” Sebastian whispers at her.

“Didn’t you say Sam had a crush on the farmer.” she whispers back. “Let’s help him!”

“Yeah, but he likes Penny, now.”

“Oh, come on, Penny... so boring.”

It couldn’t be possible that they thought you were not listening to them. She keeps insisting and even pokes him on his ribs until he agrees to her.

“I will pick you up.” he says.

“O...k...” you say in a very uncomfortable way.

You go away living the two of them behind and, as you look over your shoulder you can see Sebastian discreetly lowering his face... maybe for a kiss? Were these two dating after all?

You quickly think that this is none of your business and when Sebastian comes over your house you can find an excuse for that unwanted social interaction.

When you arrive your house, there is a man sitting on your porch. He wears an eyepatch and a long cape, just like some character from a videogame.

You stand still by the gate while staring at him, wondering why can’t you avoid social interactions AT ALL in that town. As he sees you, he stands up in a very noble posture and greets you:

“Good afternoon, y/n. I am Marlon, the Adventure’s guild master.”

“The what, now?” you mutter.

You remember Linus saying something about that man but... couldn’t he be just some crazy guy? If a man dressed up like that in Zuzu city came towards you saying he was of some Guild, you would probably runaway. Maybe you should find a way to lock that gate on your farm...

“Linus told me you had a battle with a Wilderness golem.” he says. “And that you were very brave.”

That was not what happened, but you didn’t really know what to tell him.

He slid his cape to the side, letting you see an old and rusty sword that he, then, handed to you. It was very light, but you felt unease about being holding a white weapon that could easily hurt someone.

“Here, it is for your protection at night.” he said. “Also, if you enter the mines, you will certainly need it.”

You just nod at him, as yo u don’t know what to reply.

“I can see in your eyes you have the adventurous spirit in you. I will tell you! If you can slay 10 slimes I will give you a pass to the guild.”

“If I can what?” you think to yourself as you shake your head in agreement.

“Farewell my fellow adventurer.” he says, and leaves as if he is a knight going for battle.

When you see he is far enough you immediately let go the sword, letting it carve on the ground in front of your porch. You didn’t want any of these!

You get inside your house, but the memory of the Wilderness golem attack comes to your mind as soon as you see Dog l yi ng on the carpet, he is waving his tail at the sight of you, and you notice that he has a scratch on his back. You hadn’t stopped to take a good look at him before. You feel bad for him having gotten hurt while defending you.

You get back outside and grab the sword.

“Come here boy, let’s give you a shower and take care of this injury.”

You take a long time bathing Dog and then making a bandage on the hurt spot... and you forget to eat again... Dog is probably hungry too, it’s a nice thing you bought some dog food for him. As for you, maybe you should microwave a pizza.

You hear a knock at the door.

“What is it now, someone bringing me some bows and arrows? A fucking witch?” you say to yourself while getting to the door.

As you open up, you face Sebastian staring at you with a sneering face. He looks really good, the hair is a little less messy and he is wearing a black shirt and a leather jacket instead of the usual hoodie you see him in.

“What the hell were you talking about?” he asks between dragging and exhaling the smoke of his cigarette.

“Damn it. I forgot.” you say. “Look, I can’t go, I haven’t eaten yet.”

“I can wait, I am early. Besides, I am taking some snacks too.” he says.

“Why don’t you just... say I was not feeling ok? Please.” you insist, trying to slowly close the door.

“Abby won’t fall for that. And... Sam was pretty excited when I told him you were going, I don’t want to disappoint him.” he replies pushing the door open and getting inside.

He stops at the sight of your cottage. Just a little room with a bed, a table and a chair. The smallest fridge he had ever seen (for sure you had seen too) an old tv , a microwave and a small bathroom. That was all.

“You should get my mom to upgrade this house sometime.” he says without any regard to whether that would sound rude or not.

“Do I look like I have that kind of money?” you reply with a little frown.

He sits on the only chair available and puts the package he is carrying on the table, beside a... helmet.

“Aw man...You did not came by bike, did you?.” you say anxiously. “I am not riding with you, you can tell them anything, I am not going.”

“Hey what is your deal with motorcycles?” he says. “I will ride safely, don’t worry.”

You cross your arms and take a deep breath.

“It is... personal.” you say.

He stares at you seemingly worried but then he just looks to the other side and nods.

“Ok then. We walk and then I come pick up my bike.” he says.

You sigh as you see that he is probably not going away without you.

“Wait there, I will dress up.” you say with your head down.

You get to the bathroom and take a quick shower, then dress up with one of the only nice set of clothes you have left, you tide up your hair (and maybe put on some make up if you like it). You don’t have any perfume left, so you can only hope that the shower was enough to get off the smell of dirt from the farm.

When you get out of the bathroom you see Sebastian glance at you, quite surprised, but he quickly stands up and gets the package with snacks from the table. You realize this is probably the first time anyone sees you and you are not tired from a long trip or all covered in farm dirt.

As the two of you are leaving, you look at the sword behind your headboard and wonder if you shouldn’t take it with you, just in case... but he would probably think you are even weirder for doing so. You remember Linus saying the town’s folk are protected by some spell, so you hope being with Sebastian helps those monsters from attacking you... but maybe...

“Hey, what is taking so long?” he says.

“How weird would you think I am if I brought a sword along?” you ask.

Sebastian stares at you a little surprised.

“What, have you met any slimes around the forest? I guess spring is also their breeding season.” he says. “But you don’t have to ask me anything about it. You do as you please, I don’t judge you.”

He scratches his neck a little blushed.

“Abby sometimes brought a sword to your farm when we came here.”

You get impressed that Sebastian talks about slimes, but you then remember what Linus said about some magic in the valley that made people think those magic things were normal. You feel very relieved to be able to bring the sword with you.

It is kind of a long walk and Sebastian smokes two entire cigarettes along the way. You walk in silence until you arrive the forest entrance of the city, where you can see a blue house with a navy sign above the door, not far away.

You then see that a man is staggering from the road to your direction, holding a can of beer. He is grunting and does not seem to see either you or Sebastian coming in the opposite direction. Sebastian pulls you aside so you get out of the man’s way.

“What?” he says, staring at you. “What did you say?”

“Nobody said anything, Shane.” Sebastian replies. “We are just going to Sam’s house.”

“They keep staring at me, I don’t know what these people keep looking. Why they don’t leave me alone...” he mutters while passing beside you.

As he says this you notice that you WERE in fact staring him and you feel a little bad about it. Maybe that is why the man engaged in such a rude talk. You saw a lot of people like him in the streets of Zuzu city.

“Don’t worry about him.” Sebastian says, and signs for you to keep walking.

Something about that man pulls your attention and you keep looking at him until he disappears in the forest.

“Is he ok?” you ask. “Is it ok to let him go like that. Isn’t that forest dangerous?” you ask.

“He gets like this every night... never died.” Sebastian says shrugging. “He works with Sam.”

You think that is very bad of him to say something like that, but you think again, if you were willing to do anything to help anyway. You continue to walk to Sam’s house.

“Why are they taking so long?” you hear a worried whisper.

Abigail and Sam are waiting for you outside his house. She looks absolutely stunning with a nice black dress and a denim jacket. Sam is wearing some stay-home shorts and a T-shirt and when he sees you and Sebastian arrive, he gets quite embarrassed.

“Man, what do you think I invited you to do?! It is just videogames! Why are you guys all dressed up?” he complains. “Now I feel like I have to put on some pants.”

“You look fine.” Sebastian says and pushes the snacks packages against his chest. “Go get us some food, y/n haven’t eaten yet.”

None of them seem to care about the sword you are caring on your waist.

You get inside and it is quite a charming home, it seems to have been tied up very carefully and gently. A ginger lady (that was quite a ginger town) was seated on the couch watching TV while that boy who kicked a ball on your had some days before was playing with toys on the floor.

“Abby!! Seb ! Ah... and y/n!” Vincent say very happily.

He runs towards Abigail and hugs her legs, then Sebastian fist bumps him. He stops in front of you and waves, uncertain of what to do, but showing a small smile.

“Good night Mrs. Jodi.” both Sebastian and Abigail say.

“Good night.” you follow, in a clumsy way.

“Oh, hi kids!! Welcome!” she replies with a smile. “Hello y/n, nice to finally meet you. I am happy that you are already friends with my son.”

You nod and try to smile, once again, uncertain of what to do, but Sebastian just pushes you forward to the direction of Sam’s room.

“You are a social disaster.” he whispers at you.

“Don’t tell me!” you reply.

“You are not much better wi th people yourself.” Abigail says. “ I don’t think you get to say anything about the farmer.”

“ Yeah, but I chose to be this way” he replies.

Sam suddenly grabs you by the shoulders and excitedly yells that combination of your names he made up during the snooker game.

“Let’s team up y/n!!”

“Aw man, I wanna team up with the farmer! Sebastian doesn’t know how to do teamwork.” Abigail complains.

“Why do you think I chose y/n??” Sam replies, showing her his tongue in a very childish way.

A loud noise comes from your stomach, and you go red with shame while hiding your face between your hands. Abjgail let go a giggle while Sam slowly steps back , heading outside his room, probably to the kitchen to grab you something to eat.

He comes back full handed with bowls of snacks, sauce and some soda bottles, but for you he gives a plate of what seems to be a complete dinner. This makes you even more embarrassed.

“Don’t worry, my mom always makes too much food.” He says with a smile.

While you are eating, and it is absolutely delicious, both you and Abigail watch while Sam and Sebastian play a combat game . Sebastian wins two of the three rounds but not as easily as he won in snooker a couple of days before. Abigail, then, takes Sam's control. She wins the first round but Sebastian is way too good in the game and beats her the same way he did to Sam.

“Your turn now, farmer.” Abigail says, handing you the control.

“I wouldn’t even bother…” Sebastian brags , putting the control on his lap and cracking his fingers.

You wipe your mouth with a napkin and take the control, then choose one of the tiniest characters in the game.

“Are you kidding? Chose another character, this one sucks.” Sebastian says.

“But it is so cute.” You reply. “I wanna play with it.”

“Suit yourself. This is gonna be quick.” He replies.

You smirk while pulling the control closer to your body. The screen announces the beginning of the match and you quickly start pressing a combination of buttons that is so well memorized you don’t even need to think about what you are doing. Your character hops around the screen punching and kicking Sebastian's and it is so fast that his character can’t hit it with their strikes. Just a few minutes later the screen announces your flawless victory.

Sebastian drops the control on his lap, staring at the screen in disbelief, he then turns to you in a mix of anger and awe. You can’t contain a victorious smile.

“Wow! I didn’t even know this character could do these kinds of maneuvers!” Sam exclaims while taping you in the back. “This was so awesome!!”

“Wow! You play very well, farmer!” Abigail congratulates. “You beat Seb to the ground.”

“Round two!” Sebastian angrily says, picking up the control while the screen announces the second round.

You rest the control on your lap and start lightly pressing those same buttons making your character hop around the screen in that same way, with the same result. Sebastian's character drops in slow motion in another “flawless victory" announcement .

He turns to you in what seems an expression of complete defeat and makes a gesture of questioning.

“I used to play a lot of videogames on my free time.” you explain. “Also, I know a lot of special moves from reading forums.”

“Yeah, I do that too.” Sebastian says, upset, tossing his control to Sam.

You kind of pity him for getting so bitter over his loss, but it is pretty satisfying winning over him after that pool play. You are a bit of a competitive person and he seems to be too. You spend the rest of the night defeating the three of them using the most underrated characters of the game. Each match Sebastian seems more determined to win, but even when he gets close to it, you find a way to win using a special power he didn’t know about or a combo you made up yourself.

“You are REALLY good at it!” Abigail says excitedly. “You have to teach me this combo.”

“You just press triangle and x while moving forward.” you say, getting close to her and showing the way you move the buttons. “Using the analogic is better than the arrows, see? It is faster.”

Abigail tries to replicate your movements, frowning her browns and biting her tongue in a very adorable and concentrated face. You blush at the sight of it and barely notice that she is doing everything wrong.

“No, wait, you have to move your finger to this side, unless you want to invert the control’s settings.” you say.

“Can you do that?! It seems much easier to turn this way.” she replies. “Maybe that is why I can’t beat my game at home! Hey, can you come over and teach me how to do this?”

Sebastian stares at you with the most outraged face while Sam glances from the two of you to him in a worried expression.

“I can write you a tutorial.” you reply.

“ Nooo ... I hate messing with these kinds of things, I might even burn the console. Please come and help me, I live behind my father’s store.” she says in a very slick way. “ Pleaase ...”

You can almost feel Sebastian’s eyes burn the back of your neck, but Abigail’s stare is just as intimidating. You are afraid that if you give her any excuse she will read into your soul and then find a way to curse you into accepting.

“Ok...” you reply completely uncomfortable.

She smiles at you in a victory gesture. Sebastian on the other hand, grunts and stands up turning off the videogame.

“We should be going now.” he says.

“What? It is still so early!” Sam complains. “I didn’t even brought the sweet snacks.”

“I am pretty sure y/n has to wake up early to attend the farm’s business.” he replies. “Also, I have a code to finish.”

“Aw man, I was going to ask y/n to teach me how to unlock the mysterious character.” he grunts and puts the controls beside the console.

“Haven’t I already told you how to do it?” Sebastian is almost growling at him.

“Yeah, but I never get to do it when you are not here. You don’t explain things very well.” Sam mutters.

You can see Sebastian discretely slapping him in the back of his head while Abigail is still busy moving her fingers as if rehearsing the new move she has learned from you.

Sam takes you outside and waves goodbye at you as you walk towards Abigail’s house to escort her there before you go back to the farm. It is not a long walk until you get to Pierre’s.

“You should hang out with us more often.” she says and taking you completely out of guard, she kisses you on the cheek.

You freeze completely, your face becoming a bright tone of red as you hear Sebastian gasp in outrage. Abigail doesn’t even bother saying goodbye to him, she just gets inside and you see her long purple hair waving through the glass door.

Both you and Sebastian stay put for a while.

“We should be going right?” you say.

“Yeah...” he replies with what, for you, seems to be a roar of threat.

You walk in silence until you get to the entrance of the forest. Sebastian seems so stressed that he puts out two cigarettes in that short walk.

“Listen, I don’t want to stay in your way.” you apprehensively say.

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” he replies, sharply.

“Abigail.”

“What about her?” he asks and his voice barely comes out.

“Aren’t you, like, her boyfriend or something?” you ask.

Sebastian chokes in his cigarette smoke and spends quite some time coughing, but it seems to be more about making you stop talking. As you keep staring at him, he stops and looks back at you, his eyebrows frowned and cheeks a little blushed.

“It is complicated.” he says.

“Ok, none of my business.” you say, putting your hands up beside your shoulders.

“Thanks.” he says.

“But you do seem to like each other.” you can’t help saying.

“I said THANK YOU.” he yells and you giggle.

You keep walking through the forest, passing a little cabin near the river and then, Marnie’s ranch until you reach the bottom entrance of the farm. When the two of you are entering, you hear a terrible screech and Sebastian stops to look around.

“What the hell was that?” he asks.

“A bat, maybe?” you say, your hand is already on the handle of your sword.

You hear it again and out from between the trees a giant skull head comes dashing at both of you, cracking its teeth as if it is about to bite you.

You push Sebastian aside and swing the sword at it, but it ducks and attacks you with a bump in your chest, sending you flying to the ground near him.

“What the fuck!? What the fuck?!” he yells while standing up and trying to help you stand up too.

The skull takes a turn and aims at Sebastian, but you push him aside again and this time, you get to hit it with your sword knocking it back a few yards. It makes a horrible sound and quickly comes back in your direction. You wave your sword, but miss, and it bites your arm.

You hear Sebastian scream your name in worry, and it hurts like hell, but you find a way to set yourself free and knock the skull with the sword again. It let go a cry of anger and try to advance, but it is suddenly knock down by a shadow.

It is D og! He came to save you once again .

Dog bites it and presses it against the ground while it screams and tries to escape. With a big effort from your hurt arm, you stab the skull as hard as you can, and it shatters into pieces that start disappearing.

You let go the sword and fall on your knees, puffing and moaning in pain. Dog comes closer and licks your face, his tail slightly wagging.

You feel a touch on your shoulder and turn around quickly in a defensive pose, but it is just Sebastian checking on you. He is covered in dirt and his eyes are wide open with the scare.

“It's me, it's me.” He says, kneeling by your side and trying to make you let go of your hurt arm so he can see it. “ This is ugly, I should take you to the hospital.”

“And say what, that you bit me?” you reply trying to make him get away from the wound, that clearly looked like a human bite.

“Do you have any other ideas?” he asks.

“Take me to the Wizard!” you yell in pain.

“The WHAT now?” Sebastian says.

“You know, the guy that lives in that weird tower in the forest. He will help me... I guess... damn it, it hurts so much!”

By now you have started crying and Dog starts barking at Sebastian, as if he is telling for him to hurry. He stands up and runs to get his motorcycle.

Besides you starting to say that you are not going to hop on that, Sebastian lifts you with a strength he does not seem to have and forces you to sit in the backseat.

“No!!” you yell and tears are coming down.

“Just hold on ok. I promise you we’ll be ok.”

You shake your head negatively, but Sebastian takes your unwounded arm and makes you hold onto his hip. He stops for a moment, holding your hand and staring at it, as if he has just zoned out in some thought. His hand is cold, probably because he is nervous and scared, but you feel suddenly comforted by it. You slowly stop crying with small sobs.

“Can you hug me with the other arm?” he asks.

You nod and pass the other arm around his hip. He starts the motorcycle engine, and you let go a shout of fear, hugging Sebastian tight and pressing your face against his back. He starts riding fast towards the west of the forest.

“Are you ok?” he asks midway.

You can only bring yourself to nod.

“You are holding a bit tight...”

“I am sorry.” you sob, but can’t loosen the hug.

“It’s ok...”

When you arrive, as soon as Sebastian stops the bike, you hop out and fall on you knees of it giving him a big scare. He hops after you, and even lets the motorcycle drop on the forest floor. He helps you stand up and walk to the tower.

You knock at the door.

“Who can it be at this time... Oh Yoba !” the Wizard attends and gasps in surprise to see you bleeding. By that time your sleeve is all red. “Come on in! Come on in!”

The Wizard gives you some weird red medicine to drink and Sebastian stares at it very uncertain if he should let you do it or not, but you quickly grab it and gulp it down. The pain starts to fade away while Rasmodius cleans up the wound and infuses it with herbs.

“So, what happened?” the wizard asks when you finally seem better.

“I ask you!” you yell at him. “I don’t remember signing up to fight MONSTERS. A fucking flying skull BIT ME!”

“Hmm... it seems like your ability to connect with the valley comes with the hazard of attracting the cursed ones.” Rasmodius says. “Not even my strong spell can protect you as it does to the townsfolk. It impresses me that you were attacked along with one.”

Sebastian is staring at Rasmodius seeming VERY confused. That is probably the same face you made when you first met him.

“I will be going back to Zuzu ! That is it!” you say.

“I am afraid it is not possible anymore.” Rasmodius replies, scratching his purple beard.

“Excuse me?!”

“You see, once you are now connected to the valley, you will find very difficult to leave.” he says. “You may try to take the bus, or any other way of transportation, but you will always find yourself back here.”

“I don’t believe it! You are saying this to keep me here with those monsters and the... Junimos ! They are telling you to do this!”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Sebastian asks.

“Those little apple things that live in the old community center! They are behind this.”

Sebastian stares at you as if you were the craziest person in the world.

“Show him!” you shout, turning to the wizard.

“Only those connected to the Elementals can...” he starts lecturing.

“I DON’T FUCKING CARE, FUCKING SHOW HIM!!!” you yell while beating your feet on the ground.

Both the Wizard and Sebastian jump in place scared by your sudden lash out. He takes off his hat and scratches his head.

“What is with this new generation and curses?” he sighs. “So be it...”

Rasmodius starts saying some incomprehensible words and each and every one of the rocks of the tower start shaking. Sebastian holds tight to the chair you are sitting and you start regretting saying anything at first place. A big flash of light blinds you for a second, and in the middle of the room a summoning circle appears. In the middle of the circle, the tiniest apple appears.

It is a little green Junimo . It waves at you and Sebastian and starts making those funny noises it does. You turn to Sebastian and gesture at it.

“I have been smoking too much pod.” he says while rubbing his head.

You stand up and force him to sit down on the chair you were sitting, then hush to pick the Junimo on your hand. You squish it while showing it to him, and then, you start, very dramatically, telling him EVERYTHING that has been happening to you since your arrival: the old memories, the plants growing too fast, the community center, the monsters attack.

He listens to everything staring at you as if some engine has just broken inside his head. When you finally finish, he keeps staring in silence.

“I think it was too much for this young man.” Rasmodius says, analyzing Sebastian’s face from up close. “Maybe I should wipe his memory.”

“No! No messing around with my head anymore, please!” he says, standing up quickly. “I knew you were trouble! I should have stayed home washing the dishes and let Maru hang out with you.”

“Excuse me! I am clearly the victim here. Also, this bite here? I got it protecting you!” you say while shaking your previously wounded arm.

“Apparently you were the one who put me in danger in first place.”

The two of you keep staring at each other in infuriating rage. Rasmodius makes a wonderous pose and then smacks his fist on his hand as if he had just made a discovery.

“I see... your destinies are connected. You are the ones for each other.” he says.

“THE WHAT?” you both yell.

“He has a girlfriend!” you say pointing at Sebastian outraged.

“Abigail is NOT my girlfriend.” he replies.

“Interesting, interesting.” the Wizard mumbles. “You have found yourselves so soon in your journey, such a connection is rare.”

“Excuse me Mr. But farmer here isn’t my type.”

“Wow! What?! Am I too ugly for you?” you don’t even know why you are still bickering over it, but you don’t feel like letting him say something like that about you.

“Did I say that? You said that. I didn’t say that.” Sebastian talks back.

“I see, I see...” Rasmodius isn’t even paying attention to you. “Quite a journey you have ahead of you. You shall, then, rest for tonight.”

“ Wha ...”

Before the both of you can finish the sentence, the Wizard gestures with his open hands and a big flash of light involves you...

…when you realize, you are waking up on your bed. There is no bite in your arm anymore. You can hear the rooster sing in the distance.

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like-a-bag-of-potatoes · 4 years

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Stolen Moments - Part Three

A/N: A little miniseries that I’ve been working on. Not gonna lie, this is probably the hardest I have ever fluffed. It is also my very first at Sebastian Stan fanfiction, so go easy on me alright? Feedback is GOLDEN, and the fastest way to my heart. Thanks to @superapplepie for letting me test my fluff on her, and to @thorne93 for correcting all my spelling, you guys are the best.

Pairing: Sebastian x Reader

Warnings: Implied smut

Wordcount: 1802

MASTERLIST

Breakfast turned into lunch and before either of them realized it was already late afternoon. The two of them had wandered the city for hours without any other purpose than to be together, to get to know each other better. Yes they had been talking on the phone a lot, but it was always trivial things like how their days had been and what their plans were for the next day, it didn't go much deeper than that. Of course they had a pretty good grasp of each others personalities, sense of humor, and that kind of thing, but as the day grew later they were both realizing how little they knew about the other. That was changing though.

It was five pm when they parted ways, but it was only for a couple of hours and then they would meet back up for dinner. Sebastian had insisted that he would come pick her up at her hotel room, saying something about being a real gentleman, so now she was standing in front of the floor length mirror, assessing her outfit as she waited for him to knock on her door.

A navy colored dress hugged her forms nicely, accessorized with teal colored pumps and a statement necklace to match. It wasn't often that she had a reason to dress up like this, so she really went all out tonight, hair, makeup, heels… the whole nine.

Sebastian took a deep breath to steady himself before he knocked on her door. This was insane. He had spent the entire day with her, so why was he so nervous now all of a sudden? Bringing his hand up to the door, he knocked softly, his heart racing in his chest as he waited for her too open up.

The door opened slowly and all of a sudden Seb’s racing heart stopped in his chest. “Wow… you look… wow,” he stuttered as he took her in. She dipped her head down and hoped that all the makeup she had put on would hide the blush that now burned in her cheeks. “You look beautiful,” he said after he had collected himself a little.

“Thank you,” she said kindly. “You look very handsome yourself,” she complimented. Seb was wearing a simple, grey suit and a white buttoned down shirt. He had left the top three buttons open to give himself a more casual look, but he still looked gorgeous.

He could feel himself blushing at her compliment, but he tried to shrug it off. “You ready to go?”

“I need to gather my things. Just give me a minute?” she asked and he nodded. He followed her into the room as he waited. It was a nice room, he thought to himself as he tried very hard not to take notice of how her hips swayed in that dress.

***

(YN) didn't care about the Empire State Building, or Times Square, or The Statue Of Liberty, or any of the other things she had wanted to see when she visited New York. Those things were the furthest from her mind as she laid on her hotel bed, Sebastian on top of her as they moved together to chase their releases.

The coil tightened in her stomach and Sebastian’s name fell from her lips like a curse as the orgasm raced through her, his own release following soon after. How they ended up in her bed, clothes scattered all over the floor and limbs intertwined, she had no idea, but it didn't matter either,

For a while they just lay there in silence, her head resting on his chest as she drew lazy patterns on his stomach, enjoying the weight of his arm that was wrapped around her waist.

“I think this was a much better idea than dinner,” he spoke softly, his voice sending vibrations through his chest.

She tilted her head a little so that she could look at him. His hair was messy from her fingers tangling in it, his lips slightly swollen from the passionate kisses, and a soft, content smile rested on his mouth. “I agree,” she said, smiling back at him. “But I am starving,” she added.

“Roomservice?” he asked as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and let his thumb ghost over her cheekbone. God she was beautiful, he thought to himself as he took her in. Even now, with her hair messy and her makeup slightly smudged, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. And that smile that she flashed him, that would definitely be the death of him one day.

She pushed herself off of him and wrapped the bed sheet around her body before she got to her feet and padded over to get the hotel menu from the desk. “They have a little bit of everything in here it looks like,” she said, her eyes fixed on the menu as she sat back on the bed.

Sebastian hoisted himself up so that he was leaning against the headboard, the sheet that covered him pooling around his hips. “What are you in the mood for?” he asked.

She let her eyes travel his muscular body, a dreamy expression on her face as she bit at her lower lip, smiling as their eyes met. “I want a big, fat, greasy burger,” she said as she handed the menu over to him.

“That sounds like heaven,” he agreed, not even looking at what else they had before he discarded the booklet to his nightstand.

“Do you mind ordering?” she asked. “I want to go freshen up a bit.”

“Of course,” he said.

He watched her as she padded into the bathroom and waited until she closed the door behind her before he made the call down to the kitchen. Once the order was placed he climbed out of bed in search of his boxers, putting them on as soon as he found them. He was so unsure of what was going to happen next. Would she want him to spend the night? He certainly wanted to. He wanted to spend every moment with her from now and until she got back on that plane on Monday.

The sound of the bathroom door opening pulled him from his current train of thought. (YN) had washed the makeup from her face and put her hair up in a messy bun, and a white robe had replaced the sheet she had been wearing before. “Here.” She held out an identical robe for him, which he took and wrapped around himself.

“Food will be here in about half an hour,” he informed her as he closed the gap between them and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close before he dipped his head down to capture her lips with his.

She hummed in content. “You know, I almost cancelled this trip,” she said softly, her fingers playing with his hair as she looked into his beautiful eyes.

“I'm glad you didn't.”

“Me too,” she agreed, raising up on her toes to kiss him again. “Spend the night with me?” she asked into his lips. There was something so safe about being in his arms and she wanted to make absolutely sure that she remembered what that felt like when she went home. The realist in her was screaming at her to not get in to deep with this man, that there was no way that a relationship between them could work, but the romantic in her just wanted to stay here and kiss him forever.

***

(YN) secured the ‘do not disturb’ sign to the doorknob as she put the leftovers from their room service out in the corridor, making sure the chain on the door was in place before she went back to Sebastian.

He was propped up against the headboard, one arm behind his head and his eyes trained on her. This evening didn't go as he planned at all. He was going to take her out to a nice dinner, maybe a few drinks, and he was going to walk her back to her hotel, kiss her goodnight and then head home. He wanted to do right by her, and not rush into anything, but here they were. This was better in a way, not because of the sex - though he weren't complaining about that either, but because he got her all to himself and he didn't have to worry about sneaky photos being taken of them.

She climbed back into bed and mirrored his position, half sitting against the headboard. Seb’s hand found hers and he laced their fingers together as he looked at her with a warm expression on his face. She wanted to say something to him, something that let him know that this wasn't just about sex for her, that she didn't call him up just so she'd have someone to hang out with while she was here, that she felt a connection with him that she hadn't felt with anyone in a long time, but the words were lost to her. Instead she brought his hand up to her lips and pressed a soft kiss to the back of his hand. “I know this wasn't what we planned tonight, but I still had a really good time with you,” she spoke softly, letting her eyes find his again.

“I did too,” he agreed. “Sex and burgers are two of my favorite things,” he joked, smiling as his ears filled with the sound of her laughter.

She playfully swatted at his shoulder. “I was thinking about a good meal and fun conversation, but alright,” she teased.

“Oh yeah… that too,” he agreed, leaning into kiss her.

“I guess the gorgeous, naked man in my bed isn't too shabby either,” she admitted in between kisses.

He couldn't help but blush at her comment, like he always did when someone complimented him, but hopefully she didn't notice in the dim light. The kiss they shared deepened and she threw one of her legs over him, moving so that she was straddling him and his hands instinctively found her thighs, his fingers dipping under the edge of her robe.

She pushed herself up and sat back on his lap, her nimble fingers working to untie the knot on his robe, wanting to feel his skin against her again.

“You're beautiful, you know that?” he said softly as he looked up at her.

She didn't answer him, but a soft smile tugged at the corner of her mouth as she finally untied his robe and let it fall to his sides and onto the bed. He sat up to get closer to her, his hands traveling further up her thighs until they landed on her hips and his mouth found hers again.

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this-is-our-fandom · 5 years

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Sebastian Stan: Secret Pleasure

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Female!Reader

Rating: M (18+)

Warning: Smut.

Sebastian takes a look at your form, "what a beautiful dress that'll look better if it was on the floor." He says, the lust in his voice strong.

You gulp a little and nod, "th-thanks." You finally manage to say with the mouth full of food you had in your mouth.

Sebastian only smirks at you and hands you a small box, you wondered what would be inside, a necklace? A bracelet? Earrings?

Smiling at Sebastian, you open the white box with a red ribbon around it but what was inside completely shocked you.

It was a bullet vibrator, small but not too small, your cheeks instantly light up from looking at it. It was a golden colour - like that really mattered - and it shone in the light, your reflection clearly seen on it. You saw Sebastian move behind you and take it from your hands.

"I thought this would be fun," he suggested, lifting up the end of your dress and pulling your panties aside. "Mhm, already wet for me hey?" He slipped the bullet vibrator into your slick and chuckled as your head rolled back onto his shoulder.

You take a look back in the box, "where's the-" Suddenly, the vibrator was put on half speed and you choke out, doubling over in pleasure.

"Remote? Oh, right here. I'll be in control of when you get it and what speed it's on." Sebastian stops the torture and grabs your hand leading you out to the car, ready for the evening ahead.

The evening has gone fine, not one single time has Sebastian pulled the little button to send you into complete pleasure - maybe he's forgotten.

You were having a conversation with a bunch of people - which included Scarlet and Elizabeth - that when you felt it, the low buzzing. You knew Sebastian had to be within - from what you recall reading on the packet - 30 feet.

You whimper but no one seems to take notice then the speed is increasing and you bite your lip to stop yourself from moaning out. Finally, you see Sebastian sitting at a table with RDJ, Anthony, Chris Evans and Paul, although he wasn't engaged in the subject they were currently talking about. He was looking over at you with lust in his eyes and all you could think about was the pleasure soaring through your body.

You started to feel a little dizzy from the pleasure and take a seat, short gasps escaping your mouth. "Are you okay y/n, you look like your a little sick." Scarlet states, taking a seat next to you and placing a friendly hand on your back.

"I-I'm fine, just a bit dizzy." You reassure her that everything was fine.

She smiles, "I'll go get you a bottle of water."

You nod and thank her. The vibrations then increase and your toes curl - on the edge for your orgasm. All you wanted to do was cum all over the vibrator and show Sebastian how much pleasure he gives you, but you restrained and tried to think about something else.

Scarlet comes back with two bottles of water and hands one to you, you smile and take a sip - the vibrations finally stopped and you sigh.

As time went by, Sebastian put the vibrator on at a dull - almost unnoticeable sped but because you were already so ready, it made you feel it even more.

Right now, you were sitting next to Sebastian, eating dinner. His hand was clutched around yours tightly with the remote to the bullet in his pocket - it was currently turned off and you were kind of glad because you would either jump him, cum for him or choke on the food you were eating making people suspicious.

"So y/n, when did your mother return from her trip from Paris?" Anthony speaks up, your hand removes from Sebastian's and moves a piece of stray hair behind your ear.

You smile, "uh, it was 3 days ago, she wanted - oh my God." You exclaim as the vibrator was suddenly turned on to the full speed.

"Are you okay?" Anthony asks worried, you nod.

"I need the bathroom." You quickly say and get up heading towards the bathroom.

Sebastian also stands and makes his way to the bathroom, he opens the door finding you clenching to the sink. "What's wrong?" He asks with a sly smirk.

Damn, you could punch him in the face so bad, "t-turn it off." You whisper, you were about to cum.

"Why would I do that, mhm?" Sebastian stands behind you and trails his hand down to your clit and plays with it. "Why would I stop when I find it amusing?" He continues.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head and your head tips back against his shoulder where he securely holds you against him. "Seb, I-I'm gonna-"

"Cum for me baby." He whispers in your ear.

You fall apart against him, moaning out loudly but Sebastian's other hand stops you from making it too loud. His fingers continue rubbing you at a fast pace and you are left panting against his palm - holding onto and digging your nails into his arm to support yourself.

It felt like minutes before you finally came down, shaking. Sebastian turns the vibrator off and helps you make your way back to the table. "Is she alright?" Elizabeth asks.

"Yeah, she isn't feeling that great, she hasn't been all day." Sebastian says convincingly.

You rest your head on the table and you see Sebastian playing with the button on the remote underneath the table.

The drive back home was... pleasurable. Sebastian put the vibrator on full speed and left it on there for the hour drive home. You think you came about 7 times in that time but you lost count after the third one.

Now you were home and Sebastian carried you inside from your legs crumbling under your weight.

You were gently thrown on the bed and Sebastian's body instantly blocks your view from anything else - not that you were complaining. His lips attach to your collar bone and you moan out softly from feeling his stubble against your skin.

"You've been a good girl tonight baby, I'm going to reward you now." Sebastian says and moves his forehead so it was pressed against yours. You were then flipped over and Sebastian helps you so you were in the 69 position.

He pulls your dress up and pulls your panties down your smooth legs, "ah, look at that, mhm." His cool finger starts tracing figure eights against your clit and you jolt in pleasure.

You pull down his pants and his hard cock springs free, a satisfied sigh escapes Sebastian throat as you start to pump him. "Sebby." You whine, wriggling your hips to try and get more friction.

"Nahh uh, just wait." He hisses. He pulls out the vibrator bullet and throws it somewhere on the bed. His arms wrap around your hips where he brings you closer to him and he starts to devour your sweetness - humming out at how sweet you tasted. "God, you taste amazing." He groans pulling back far enough to blow cool air on your aching pussy.

You lower yourself so you start to take Sebastian in your mouth, a louder sigh escaping his lips this time. He dives back into your core, eating you out even harder than before.

You bop your head up and down faster and you start to feel the muscles in Sebastian stomach and chest tighten.

"Sebastian - fuck - that's so good." You reach your hand behind you and run your hand through his hair reassuringly. You begin to pump him, rubbing your thumb over his tip teasingly.

He starts to buck up against your hand, "mouth, use your mouth." He demands.

With a throaty moan, you start to suck him wildly, wanting him to cum in your mouth. He starts to set a rhythm - bucking up against your mouth almost every 5 seconds.

"Shit, I'm getting close." Sebastian mutters. He continues you plunge his tongue into your wetness, swirling it around to collect all of your juices.

You whine against him, "so am I."

As you both continue to please each other, you both orgasm together. Sebastian continues to slurp up all of your juices, loud groans escaping his mouth and sending you in pleasure overload. You couldn't keep on sucking him but instead pump in fast in your hands.

Once both of your orgasms die down, you roll of Sebastian and curl up to his side, "you have another thing coming if you think I'm done with you, love." Sebastian says entering two of his long fingers inside you.

He rolls to his side so he can see you more and places his hand behind your neck to keep you secure to his body. "Seb." You go to protest to him saying you can't handle anymore but he starts to move his fingers slowly inside of you, just grazing you g-spot.

"Listen to that, all your juices coating my fingers making that sound."

You mouth a 'fuck' and Sebastian smiles at you. You listen closely to the way his fingers plunge into you making wet sounds. "Oh, Seb." You clutch your hands on his shoulder before fumbling to take off the suit top he was wearing.

Once that was off, he brings your body impossibly close and enters two finger back inside of you while his thumb circled your clit.

You shriek in pleasure and wrap one of your legs around his waist so he could go even deeper inside of you.

The hand that was pressed at the back of your neck trailed down and around to your jaw where Sebastian puts a firm grip on it, so your couldn't look anywhere else but his eyes. "You gonna cum for me sweetheart?" You nod, biting the bottom of your lip it would surely bleed. Sebastian tsks at you, "I need an answer doll."

"Yes Seb, I'm gonna cum for you." You moan out, placing both of your hands on his chest, leaving scratch marks.

Sebastian smirks, "good girl, now stop biting that lip or I'll have to do it for you."

The warmth quickly spreads over you and you rock against Sebastian hand to try and get more friction, small pants leave your mouth and you try to bring Sebastian closer to you.

"Stop moving," Sebastian warns, starting to curl his fingers inside of you.

You mouth falls open and you start to chant 'yes' over and over again. Sebastian moves slightly and starts to attack your neck with his tongue circling over your sweet spot before biting down.

That's all it took for you. "Oh fuck, Sebastian!" You scream out, clutching onto the back of his neck as waves of pleasure wash over you. "Shit." You curse.

You pant and look up at Sebastian to see him hovering over you - deliciously, you may add. His built chest blocking your view once again and leaving a small smile on your lips.

He wasted no time in bringing his head down to your neck again, licking from the base of your neck up along the vein to behind your ear where he captures onto your earlobe and grazes his teeth along it.

A small sigh escapes your lips and your hands find his member where you slowly start to pump him, feeling the veins in his cock pulse. "Shit doll." Sebastian curse net to your ear causing goosebumps to rise on your skin.

You can't help but place your other hand on your sensitive bud and rubbing it in between your fingers.

As if Sebastian knows this, his eyes shoot open and he looks down at where your hand was. "Now give 'em here." He demands.

You cross your wrists and hand them too Sebastian who pulls them up to the bed posts just above your head, he grabs his tie and wraps it around your wrists - not too tight, but tight enough so you wouldn't escape.

He leans up and sucks on your middle and index fingers where your juices glistened in the light. "Fuck me now." You were just impatient and wanted his thick cock inside you already.

"Mhm, what did you say sweetheart?" Sebastian mutters.

"I said fuck me, Sebastian." You say, squeezing your eyes shut and arching your back to feel Sebastian's chest on yours.

He shakes his head at you and pushes you back down, "no manners, very impatient, plays with herself and she want me to fuck her? No baby, that's not how its goes."

"Seb." You whine trying to wriggle your hips onto his. He holds you by the waist and presses a dominant kiss to your lips.

"Be good from now on and I'll see what I can do, got it?"

You nod but quickly remember to use your words, "yes Sebastian, I'll be good."

"That's a girl." He strokes your hair out before pressing a kiss to your temple.

Even though Sebastian was being the dominant tonight, he still took care of you and you can't help but smile at him.

His hands trail across both sides of your neck then cups your breasts through the cloth of your dress you forgot you had on. A little moan escapes your throat and Sebastian smiles at how responsive you were for him.

From there, his hands move against the soft skin on your belly before he cups your heat with his right hand. You jolt from the sudden contact and moan out louder than the last.

He hushes you gently, "be a good girl, remember?"

"Yes Sebastian."

He breathes in deeply and leans down and pulls up the dress so it was resting against your eyes and then he attaches his warm mouth to your nipple, you arch your back and tug in the resistance against your wrists, letting a whine out.

You quickly compose yourself and relax yourself knowing that Sebastian - being as stubborn as he is, won't let you get what you want if you continue being bad.

With your eyes sight gone, everything was more... exciting, you heart pumped widely in your chest as Sebastian continues to swirl his tongue around the bud in his mouth while the other with rolled in between his index finger and thumb.

He switches places so your other nipple gets the same amount of pleasure.

When he decides you've had enough torture, he leans up. He looks at your panting form beneath him and growls out lowly. He doesn't warn you when he starts to rub his tip against your folds.

You gasp and move back from the sudden pleasure but then try and move your hips closer. "Please Sebastian!" You practically cry out.

"What do you need doll?" He asks, watching his tip getting coated in your slick.

You were quick to respond, "I want you inside of me... please."

He flicks his eyes up to you and sees you squirming. He looks back down at your sex and feels more wetness starting to drip down your legs, he hears the way your pussy lips part as his tip runs through before he rubs it against your sensitive clit.

Finally, he decides to end the torture both of you were having and lines up before slamming his cock into you.

You suppress the urge to scream at the sudden action, "fuck, Seb!" Although Sebastian knew it wasn't in pain you were yelling for - it was pleasure, finally feeling full from him and for you to squeeze around his shaft greedily.

"Just because you were good earlier and not letting anyone know what little things we do." Sebastian pants as he feels you tighten around him. He pulls back far enough so just the tip of his cock was inside of you before harshly thrusting back inside of you. "What's the safe words baby?"

"Pizza." You say, biting your bottom lip. Sebastian leans down and as you release your bottom lip, he captures it with his teeth, tugging it into his mouth and sucking on it lightly.

"What did I tell you about biting your lip?" He whispers once he releases it.

You huff, "I'm sorry, just- I really need you."

Sebastian wasted no time pulling back far enough then slamming back into you - you felt like you've touched utopia.

You moan loudly, Sebastian grunts in your ear, his hot breath tickling your neck. "Okay, here we go." You hear him mutter, suddenly the dress you had on disappeared and the tie around your hand was gone, you were flipped to your stomach while the dress gets discarded on the floor somewhere and Sebastian grabs your hands on his own larger ones before pressing them to the back of you and wraps around the tie again.

Your face pressed against the sheets while Sebastian rubs the smooth flesh of your ass before smacking it hard but not too hard. You yelp and push down onto his hips.

He chuckles and grabs your hips before slamming inside of you - letting a growl sounds out through the room.

His hips start out at a rough pace, he holds your wrists to the bottom of your back while the other was firmly placed on the back of your neck - leaving your helpless.

Your moans are heavenly to him, "Seb, Sebby, Seb." You cry out clenching your fists.

Sebastian notices this and grabs one of your hands while interlocking your fingers together. "You like it?" He pants.

"Yes, I love it!" You respond moaning out.

Sebastian takes a look and sees your slick coating his cock as it was disappearing back into your wet hole, it notices the way your legs were clenching and he feels your juices start to drip down your legs and his balls.

He sees a shiny object on the bed and abandons your neck and picks it up - its the vibrator, he turns it on with the remote which was beside it onto full speed and places it on your clit.

"Ah shit, Sebastian!" You scream out, looking behind you to see sweat beads coating his forehead and his hair wild.

Then his other hand abandons your own ones, "keep them there," he says. He sucks on his thumb and presses it against your ass before letting it dip into your hole.

You choke out feeling so stimulated as your high approached quickly. "Just like that Seb, fuck!"

"Come on doll, cum for me." That's all it took, you shattered against him and he groans out at feeling you clenching around him, trying to milk him to the last drop. You moaning and crying out.

He then follows, letting his hot white cum empty inside of you, he groans and presses his face to your neck as you both pant.

He then pulls you up and leads you silently to the bathroom where he runs the water for you both

In the bath, sensual touches were exchanged and you smile, leaning back into his chest.

When you get out, he gives you one of his shirts and a pair of panties while he just wears a pair of sweatpants. He changes the sheets before sliding in the bed and you wrapping around him like a Koala.

"I love you Sebastian."

"I love you too y/n."

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theonewiththefanfics · 6 years

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Loopy Love (one-shot)

Synopsis: Sebastian has finally come back home, but instead of finding his fiance waiting for him at the airport, he gets some bad news.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: nothing really, mby minor swearing

Genre: flooooffff

Word count: 2317

Sebastian was ecstatic. He had just landed in JFK after three months of filming ‘I Tonya’, finally being able to go home, rest, but most of all, enjoy his time with his soon-to-be wife Y/N. A giant smile appeared on his face as he went towards the greeting area, thinking how she’d be there, probably in her pj’s, as it was two in the morning, a groggy look on her face, yet feet bouncing from excitement. The slide doors opened to reveal a small group of fans and he gladly went over to them signing autographs and taking pictures. There were even a couple of paparazzi, but the flashing lights didn’t matter much to him at that moment. “Have you guys seen Y/N?” he asked the gathered people, only to receive shakes of heads and some turns as they looked around the terminal. Sebastian frowned since he had clearly talked to her only a few minutes before his flight took off, and even though he had told the woman to stay at the apartment, she insisted on coming to get him. He checked his phone, but there were no calls no texts. “Maybe she’s in Starbucks?” one younger girl suggested. His small smile broke into a grin and a laugh. That was how they had met, or more so re-connected. Sebastian had physically knocked her over, spilling piping hot coffee on a woman’s white blouse. But when he had started to profusely apologise, telling how he’d get it dry-cleaned and he would buy the stranger a new shirt, instead of the usual response you get from people in New York, there was no yelling. Soft palms cupped his unshaven cheeks bringing their eyes to meet. “Holy shit, Y/N?” he had breathed out. “I think it should be holy shit Sebastian Stan,” she had chuckled in response before he engulfed her in a giant bear hug. “I’m sticky already, don’t need your sweat on me,” Y/N laughed at him and their state as her grip around the man’s shoulders tightened, not caring about his dirty workout clothes pressing against her. When they pulled back, all thoughts about the ruined blouse or the fact she was going to be late to a meeting had escaped her mind, every fibre focusing on the man in front. “I think we need to catch up, Hollywood.” “Yeah,” he gave her a breathless response, as his blue eyes roamed over the woman who had been his best friend in high school and also he'd had the biggest crush on her for years, “fuck, yeah we do.”

And then things sorta happened from there. He had very nervously asked her out, having woken her up in the middle of the night, barging in her apartment to which she had given him a spare key and practically shouting the question at her, scaring the woman to death. After a few minutes when Y/N had felt her heart was not going in cardiac arrest she punched Sebastian with one of the plush pillows that surrounded the bed, until they both fell back, white sheets engulfing the pair and laughter echoing through the room. His large arms had wrapped around the girl’s smaller frame, one palm setting on her bare waist, where her t-shirt had ridden up and he drew slow circles against the skin. They had fallen asleep like that, entangled in one another’s limbs and as the morning sun broke over the New York City skyline, Sebastian had leant in pressing a kiss to Y/N’s nose right before she turned her head up and connected their lips. “I didn’t know you were awake,” he mumbled, not at all complaining about the surprise. “It’s kinda hard to sleep when people are ogling at you.” “I wasn’t ogling, I was admiring.” “Whatever helps you sleep at night,” she pecked his lips once more, and muttered a quiet ‘creep’. That had been the happiest day of the actor’s life. Up until he had proposed and she’d said yes. And it didn’t hurt that the fans absolutely adored her and them together. Of course, there were exceptions, but luckily they were few and far in-between, so he knew, that if Y/N was truly at the airport, she’d have had conversations with practically everybody. “ ‘M sorry guys, but I have to go,” he said going to his calls and pressing Y/N’s number, but when he got no response, it made him increasingly worried. He looked further through his contacts and found Anna’s number- Y/N’s editor and best friend. There was no way she didn’t know what had happened to his girl, they were practically attached to the hip during the final edits of Y/N’s upcoming sequel to her best-selling novel. “Hey Seb,” she answered after the third ring. “What’s up?” a certain tone laced her words and the man wasn’t sure he liked it. “Hi, yeah, where is Y/N? Is she okay? She said she’d be here to pick m-“ but his words were interrupted by a loud ‘woohoo’ and Anna shushing whoever it was. “Was that Y/N?” he questioned further, hailing a cab and giving the man his home address. “Uh, yeah, listen, so here’s the deal,” Anna spoke before moving away from the phone. ‘Y/N shut up, it’s the middle of the night’ was heard and then she returned to the call. “We are kinda sorta at the hospital.” Sebastian’s blood instantly ran cold, his heart skipping a beat. “What? Why? What happened? Which hospital?” “St. Mary’s. She’s fine, as you can hear,” and he did, as another loud ‘woo’ went through the phone. “Y/N started feeling very ill a few hours before your flight landed, so against her wishes I called an ambulance. Seriously stop it,” Anna said to what he could only imagine was Y/N misbehaving. “Her appendix burst. They did the operation, she’s fine, recovering, but I don’t know what they pumped into her, it’s like she’s on crack.” Sebastian’s mind somewhat calmed down after hearing that everything was if not okay, then decent. “I’ll quickly put away the luggage and will be there in a few.” “Yes, please,” Anna’s voice was almost desperate. He said goodbye with a chuckle and disconnected the call. It took him less than an hour and a half to get home, quickly change and throw his stuff in the corner of the living room. In ten minutes Sebastian was stepping out of a cab and walking into St. Mary’s. “Hi, I’m looking for a Y/N Y/L/N? She was admitted a few hours ago, burst appendix.” The nurse looked through some stuff on the computer, before glancing back up at the man. “Your relation to her?” “Fiance.” She hummed before clicking a few buttons. “Room 482.” “Thank you,” Sebastian quickly flashed her a smile and went on the search. A notification popped up on his phone that said ‘Y/IG/N’ was going live. “Oh, no,” he mumbled pressing the screen to open it up. The first thing he heard was a loud ‘I looooooove my boyfriend’. From the angle, the video was being taken he knew Anna was filming and you could clearly hear the other woman giggling. “Really?” she asked Y/N. “And what do you love about him?” “Everything,” the tone of her voice was as if she was saying ‘did you really just let that come out of your mouth’. “He’s perfect!” she threw her arms in the air and immediately cried out in pain. Sebastian cringed. He hated seeing the love of his life in any kind of discomfort. Whenever her periods rolled around cramps making the woman sometimes feel even nauseous, he did everything in his power to alleviate the hurt. Hot water bottles, rubbing her lower back and tummy, anything to help her feel better. “Stop flailing around,” Anna scolded her and Y/N pouted in response. “I love his eyes,” she suddenly continued as if nothing had happened. “Like, when I wake up and he wakes up it’s the first thing I see and I love it. I hope our kids have his eyes,” the loopy girl rambled on, making the man’s heart soar. They had talked about kids, but her voice was so confident so sure, he could feel nothing but love. “I looooove his smile,” Y/N even groaned as she said it. “Don’t matter- half smile, smirk, or that big huge grin of his- he’s happy, I love it. Oh, and when his eyes wrinkle in the corners, it’s just the best.” People had noticed the man in question had joined in on the live stream itself and they were chatting, sending messages, laughing emojis at him and Y/N. All the comments seemed to be incredibly positive and Sebastian smiled at it. Anna had tagged him in a message making him snort. ‘please tell me you ain’t far’ it read. ‘looking for the room. be there in 5’ he quickly typed back and stepped into the elevator. “Hey, pretty nurse!” Y/N called out making his jaw drop at how she was basically cat-calling this poor woman. “Do you think this bed is big enough for two? My boyfriend is gonna be home and I wanna sleep next to him.” Luckily the med staff seemed to be more amused rather than annoyed by her antics and actually played along. “Miss Y/L/N, you need rest. He is welcome to visit and help to take care of you, but I don’t think that would be a good idea.” There was a loud whine as she threw her head back, Y/E/C eyes closed and what looked like tears rolling down her cheeks. “But I wanna hug him. I haven’t hugged or kissed him in three months. I need to go to the airport and pick him up. I need to cuddle Seb.” At this point Y/N was full on crying, clutching tightly onto a white pillow and pressing her face in it. “I miss him,” Sebastian now heard it not only from his phone but in life as well. He rounded a corner and there she was, laying in a hospital bed and bawling her eyes out. “It’s okay baby,” he chuckled, tears brimming his own eyes after finally seeing his girl, “I’m home. You can hug me anytime you want.” “Sebby?” there was disbelief written across her features, but then it morphed into excitement and she tried to leap out of the bed. “God, damn it, Y/N! Stop being an idiot!” Anna pushed the woman’s shoulders back to the sheets, but she kept struggling, making grabby hands at her boyfriend. “You scared me, doll,” he muttered in her skin, the man’s nose hidden in the crook of her neck as he finally enveloped Y/N in his touch. “ ‘M sorry baby. I told Anna I was fine to come and get you but she was an asshole.” Her body shook with cries and he held onto her tighter until everything subsided, until suddenly Y/N, with a blank expression on her face, pushed him away and looked Sebastian over. “You have a moustache,” she declared. “Uh, yeah?” it came out more like a question than a statement. "You already knew that." Y/N softly went to brush it over before her small palm completely covered his face pressing against it to create as much distance as possible. “I don’t like it.” “What?” the word was muffled by her covering his mouth. “Lose the stash, Stan. Immediately” Out of all the things that would come out of Y/N’s mouth this was the last he expected. “Is it that bad?” he suppressed a smile seeing how her face turned into a frown. Her hand went to caress his cheek, the engagement ring glinting in the artificial lights. “I want the scruff. Or a beard. Not the pedo-stache. Looks weird.” Suddenly she looked at Anna, who was still filming the whole thing. “I take it back, I don’t love everything about him, I hate that caterpillar above his lip.” The phone he had clutched in his hands flooded with notifications, as the fans laughed their assess off and Sebastian himself couldn’t contain the joy. “Whatever you want, darling. ‘M just glad you’re alright.” Y/N removed her palm from his face. “Whatever I want?” an eyebrow shot up. “Yes, honey. Anything.” In a theatrical manner, she extended a finger. “One- you’re gonna stay here,” the girl showed her tongue to the nurse who could only roll her eyes, “two- I want fries. Now.” “Tomorrow, baby. You know you can’t eat anything.” “But I want them!” she whined pulling away from Sebastian and crossing her arms. “I hate you,” she pouted. The actor sighed looking up at the white ceiling before glancing at Anna and the phone she was still holding. “Why don’t you go home? Get some rest, I’ll call you when she’s back to normal.” Y/N’s best friend snorted, but nodded, ending the Instagram live which had already gone viral and exiting the room, leaving Sebastian with his fiancée who was acting like a toddler. He talked to the nurse for a little while, getting all the info he needed in how to take care of the girl and her dietary restrictions for the next two weeks before they were left all alone. “You really hate me?” there was nothing sad or hurtful in the way he said it, amusement glinting in his cerulean orbs while they took in Y/N. There were dark bags underneath her eyes and her skin had gotten paler than it usually was, having lost the colour from the pain, but to him, she was still beautiful. “No,” she mumbled, extending her arms out. “I wanna snuggle.” And Sebastian complied without a word, gently laying down on his side, arms sliding to the back of Y/N’s neck and tenderly pulling her to him. “Sleep, baby. You need to rest.” “Promise there’ll be fries when I wake up?” “Promise.”

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my-emotional-self · 5 years

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The Accident Chapter 24

Pairings: Chris Evans x OFC

Warnings: Swearing, Smut, Angst

Summary: After yet another fight with your boyfriend Chris, you go for a drive and get into a terrible accident. Upon waking up in the hospital, you find both Sebastian and Chris sitting there. The only problem? You have no recent memories and you think you are still dating Sebastian.

A/N: Hold on to your knickers everyone! Next chapter is when all hell breaks loose!

Serene. Tranquil. That was the only way in which you could describe the way you felt as you woke up the following morning. Your body was warm, but that was because Chris was behind you, his right arm draped over your stomach, holding you close.

It had been just over four weeks since your accident happened, and while you hoped to have remembered more memories by now, you were happy with what you did remember. You still had a long way to go to recovering all your memories and you hoped that one day, it will happen. But right now, you were blissfully happy, encompassed in Chris’ arms, and fully sated from your sexual encounter last night.

There was a soft grunt coming from behind you as Chris’ beard tickled your bare shoulder. Placing a hand over your mouth to stop the giggling, you listened to him opening and closing his mouth, no doubt dry from sleeping all night and well into the morning. It wasn’t like you to sleep so late, but it also wasn’t like you to get such a well-rested nights’ sleep as of lately.

As Chris began to stir from behind, you felt his warm breath on your neck and you couldn’t help the moan that escaped from your mouth. Chris’ arm tightened around your bare stomach as his lips began to place soft, open mouth kisses along your neck and spine. Instantly your clit was begging to be touched, just at the touch of Chris’ soft lips. The fact that this man turned you on with a few kisses made you weak in the knees; and you knew if you had been standing up right now, they would have given out on you.

You felt his tongue begin to graze up and down your spine, just below your neck. “Chris,” you softly whimpered. Your bare pussy got wet at his ministrations and you needed to feel him inside you right now. Arching your back, you ass dug into his growing cock as he hissed at the feeling. “I need you Chris,” your words nothing but a plea.

You felt him leave your backside and you rolled over to see him fishing a condom out of the drawer; hastily placing it on his ready cock. As he moved to hover over you, you took his cock in your hand and aligned him at your entrance before he stopped you. “Wait wait wait, are you ready?” he asked with concern.

With a provocative smile, your hand left his dick and instead gently gripped his wrist and placed his hand at your open pussy. He groaned when his fingers felt the wetness. “Yeah you’re fahkin’ ready,” he growled before lining his cock up. Drunk or horny, that was when his Boston accent appeared the most. I’ll have to remember that you thought to yourself.

In one quick push, he was fully sheathed inside of you as you both cried in pleasure at the feeling. His member filled you to the brim as he gave you a minute to adjust. Once you were ready, you wrapped your legs around his backside, urging him to continue.

Chris wet his lips, your hands tangling in his hair as he began to thrust into you with rapid fire. With just a look, and your cries of desperation earlier, this wasn’t going to be slow and sensual but rather rough and quick, just the way you wanted it. He began to pound into you with such fervor you had to place your hands behind you and onto the headboard to keep from moving. His name fell breathlessly from your lips as he moved onto his knees, never slipping out of you. Reaching over he grabbed a pillow and placed it under your ass as your heart skipped a beat. This is new you thought as he began to move his hips back and forth.

“Holy shit,” you breathed out as you now understood why he chose this position. His cock was hitting you at such an angle, that his tip kept hitting your g-spot each time he thrusted in and out of you. It was like nothing you had ever felt before. You watched as Chris took his eyes off you and down to where his cock met your pussy, slowly pushing in and out of you in a teasing way and the sounds of you getting even wetter echoed throughout the room. Chris was literally watching his cock enter you as a deep burning of desire flooded your body; it was the sexiest fucking thing you had ever seen.

He knew just where your g-spot was as he teased you; his tip just hitting it perfectly back and forth in the same spot. You felt your high reaching from his teasing alone and once he felt your walls begin to clench, he pounded back into you quickly with his unrelenting hips.

Your hands gripped the white bed sheets as it felt like the Earth stopped spinning. Your walls spasmed around his cock just as he stilled his motions, leaning down on his forearms as the two of you rode out your highs together.

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After taking a shower, together, you and Chris got dressed for the day. It was May 2nd, and checking the weather, there was a brisk wind today. You put on a clean pair of black boy shorts and a matching black cotton bra before slipping on a pair of dark skinny jeans, black tank-top and a light grey cardigan.

Chris was wearing a pair of light washed jeans, white t-shirt and blue flannel; looking ever the sexy lumberjack man with his beard. Once he placed his baseball hat on, the two of you headed out of the hotel room and towards the elevator.

“How long is it to Sebastian’s place from here?” Chris asked as he snaked his hand with yours after getting into the elevator.

“Ummm, probably close to a mile,” you guessed.

“Did you want to walk or take a taxi?”

Although there was a brisk wind, it was still a beautiful day outside. “Let’s walk!”

Hand in hand, you left the hotel with Chris. It was much louder outside compared to the quietness of the house back in Los Angeles. When you awoke without your memories, you were upset to find out you were now living in Los Angeles; mad that you wouldn’t be around the hustle and bustle of New York City anymore. But now that you were here, you were glad for the peace and quiet that was your home in LA.

Cars and people littered the streets and sidewalks as you held Chris’ hand; the two of you maneuvering rather well down the crowded sidewalk. Cars honked as they were stuck in traffic and you knew, better than anyone that honking your horn during traffic won’t get you where you need to be any faster.

After living here for so many years, you had gotten used to the smelly streets, but now that you had been away, the smell was more awful than you could remember; the wind not helping as it now wafted the smell up and down the streets.

The breeze, while annoying because of the strong smell of garbage, was actually soothing on your warm face. You, and Chris it seemed, couldn’t stop smiling all morning long from the rendezvous both this morning and last night. It felt like your relationship was really coming full circle, and your heart felt full with joy and happiness.

Of course the only thing missing in your life was your mother. You missed her greatly, and you knew at some point you would have to mourn her loss, and you will. With your birthday tomorrow, you just wanted to have fun with your friends and enjoy the time you had with them before going back home and taking a break from everything to grieve her. Your heart felt empty without your daily phone calls with her, but Chris was there for you, and he was mending the hole in your heart.

Walking into Sebastian and Margarita’s apartment, it was just how you had remembered; everything was the same except for a few new art pieces on the walls. For a minute, it felt like home, but then Chris placed his hand on your lower back and you melted into his warmth; HE was your home.

“Hey babe!” Margarita called as she got up from the couch and pulled you into her arms.

“Hey Margie,” you replied with a giggle as she didn’t want to let you go.

Margarita pulled you aside and into the kitchen as the guys talked on the couch; her smile never leaving her lips. “You are glowing,” she whispered, not wanting the boys to overhear her.

Turning your head to look at Chris, you suddenly blushed thinking about this mornings activity. There he was, sitting with Sebastian, laughing at something he said. It made your knees weak just thinking that he was yours. Whirling back to Margie, you chewed on your lower lip before nodding your head; it was girl-code and she knew what it meant.

“Holy shit Erica! About damn time! So, tell me everything…don’t leave the details out.”

“Haven’t you heard this before? Like, the first time it happened?”

“Well Sebastian and I were new to our relationship, but yes, you did tell me the spicy details once you and I became best friends,” she shrugged nonchalantly. “But I want to know if you feel the same way as before,” she finished with a wink.

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes as you remembered the last two encounters you had with Chris, the way he looked at you, the way his hands caressed every part of your body, and his tongue, fuck, his tongue was a piece of art. Opening them slowly, you peered into Margarita’s eyes. “Would I be cheesy if I said it was magical?”

Her mouth dropped open as a squeak escaped her lips. “Girl that is what you said the first time around!”

You smiled back at her. “Seriously Margie. It was unfuckingbelievable. He is, without a doubt, a master of the art.”

“So, is he better than Seb?”

You playfully nudged her, “I’m not answering that!”

~~~

The four of you headed out to lunch at your favorite pizza place called ‘Ops’. It was a place that you frequented a lot while living here, and their pizza was to die for.

Your time at the restaurant was filled with good company, and a lot of laughter. By the end of the day, your stomach truly hurt from laughing so hard. Being with Chris, and your two best friends, you couldn’t have asked for a better birthday present.

Heading back to Sebastian and Margarita’s apartment, the four of you agreed to sit down, relax and watch a movie. You didn’t care what movie you watched as you just wanted to get off your feet; forgetting how much walking was done when you lived here. Now you were spoiled with driving around every moment of the day.

Sebastian put on a movie and you crashed on the couch, cuddling up to Chris as you pulled your knees upwards. It was relaxing to be in near him, at any point of time and you let out a content sigh. But too quickly, your head began to throb.

As the movie began to play, you tried in vain to ignore the throb of your head, thinking it was just a headache. But as the movie progressed, so did your headache. “Have I ever seen this movie?” you asked the group, trying not to wince at the pain in your head.

“Nope. It just came out on Netflix last week, so none of us have seen it,” Chris replied as he placed a tender kiss to your head. As much as you wanted to love his kiss, it made your headache worse.

About half way through the movie, the ache in your head got so bad that you doubled over in pain. Clutching your head, you clenched your eyes closed as, what you could only imagine, was every memory from the last three years came flooding back to you. It was as if you were watching your own home movie, you being the star. You saw everything; every last glimpse from the last three years. And you would have been happy to finally regain your memories, except you weren’t. They lied to you. What happened to your mother was true, but the events leading up to it, was all a lie and they left that all out.

“Fuck is she alright?”

“What’s happening?

“Should we call an ambulance?”

As your mind cleared you began to hear voices; voices that you knew, that were familiar. Opening your eyes slowly, you felt that they were wet as you went to rub them. Sure enough, tears were evident on your eyes and face; your chest heaving and your throat sore. Turning, you saw three very worried pairs of eyes looking at you.

You wished to tell them you were alright, but you were anything but. With your eyes narrowing, you stood on shaky legs, walking backwards and away from them as Chris tried to come towards you.

“I can’t BELIEVE you!!! You fucking withheld the truth from me…..all THREE of you! How COULD YOU???” you screamed before storming off to the bathroom and slamming the door on, who you thought were the three most important people in your life.

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musette22 · 4 years

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Dancing Queens

Pairing: Chris Evans x Sebastian Stan (Evanstan)

Words: 3.3k

Rating: Teen and up

Warnings: Outsiders POV

A/N: So I was writing an Evanstan AU and then I got one of those pesky ideas and I wrote a different Evanstan fic in an afternoon. I don’t why my brain does what it does sometimes 🤷🏻‍♀️ Anyway, this is just something super self-indulgent and fun because I just LOVE to think of all the different ways in which Chris and Seb could’ve have gotten together (or could get together in the future), and also I love meddling friends and a tad of voyeurism. So yeah. Hope you enjoy this, and the Evanstan AU should be with you soon, too! ❤️❤️

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Twenty-two months.

It's been twenty-two months since Chris met Sebastian, and Sebastian met Chris, and the two of them fell arse over teakettle for each other. Since then, these absolute fools have been driving Hayley up the wall with their mooning, constantly making goo-goo eyes, laughing too loudly at each other’s jokes, desperately dating one pretty girl after another, only for things to fizzle out again and again because, obviously, their hearts aren’t in it. Their hearts, very clearly, belong to each other. Everyone with eyes can see that.

Well. Everyone with eyes, except for Chris and Sebastian themselves, it seems.

Tonight’s no different. The club where the wrap party for Captain America: The Winter Soldier is held is thrumming with life: people everywhere, some casually dressed, some in outfits that make Hayley, who’s not opposed to showing a bit of cleavage herself and who certainly isn’t religious, feel the urge to run to the nearest church to find a confessional booth. Lights are strobing, music is booming, liquor is flowing. Normally, Hayley would be dancing on a table at this point, or trying to get Sam Jackson to do an impromptu striptease, or doing belly shots off Hemsworth’s quite frankly spectacular abs.

Tonight, though, she’s on a mission. A mission seemingly impossible, but when Hayley sets her mind to something, she won’t rest until she succeeds. For a long time, she figured that Chris and Sebastian would simply sort themselves out at some point. No two people flirt that obviously and constantly with each other without it ever turning into either an awkward one night stand or a marriage. But clearly, neither of these things has occurred yet, or else these two pillocks would’ve stopped making such pathetic heart eyes at each other by now. It’s getting a little ridiculous.

Something needs to be done, and it seems Hayley is the one who needs to do it. Well, ultimately, it’s Chris and Sebastian who need to do it – do it lots and lots of times, preferably – but she’s accepted that she’s going to have to help them get there.

Right now, Chris – beer in hand – is telling Anthony some story that involves wildly waving his hands around and almost sloshing his beer all over himself, while Sebastian looks at him like he’s the greatest thing since sliced bread, laughing so hard he needs to hold on to Anthony for support. Truly, he couldn’t look any more smitten if he tried. Meanwhile, Anthony is looking between Chris and Sebastian with an expression of amused exasperation. Hayley feels for him. She’s been in his position plenty of times herself.

Right, then. To the rescue. Downing what’s left of her glass of red, Hayley puts the empty glass down on the nearest table and starts making her way through the throng towards where the guys are stationed.

“Hello, boys,” she greets them, doing a little twirl followed by a tah-dah gesture. “Missed me?”

She’s hailed enthusiastically, hugs all round and another twirl under Anthony’s raised right arm, before everyone starts clinking their drinks together again like inebriated people tend to do.

“Where’s your drink?” Chris shouts, louder than the volume of the music warrants, when he notices she’s not holding a glass for him to clink.

He’s clearly tipsy, if not a little drunk, all expansive gestures and slightly slurred words. Chris is always handsome and wonderful, but Hayley finds that he’s rarely as charming as when he’s had a bit to drink. The alcohol lowers his already low inhibitions further, rendering him even more affectionate and handsy than he usually is. Though he’d never be handsy in a pervy way. Mostly, Chris just wants to be close to people, preferably by enveloping them in a bear hug that will unfailingly last for longer than is strictly appropriate. The man loves to cuddle. That’s why it always pains Hayley to watch him struggle not to throw himself at Sebastian every time he gets a little tipsy. Somehow, despite the beer taking away almost all of his filter and sense of personal boundaries, he always retains a proper distance from Sebastian. At most, he lets their arms brush one too many times, or he reaches out to squeeze Sebastian’s shoulder when he laughs. But it’s not enough. It’s glaringly obvious how desperately Chris wants to be closer. He’s practically gagging for it, and it’s getting to the point where Hayley herself feels parched just from being around that much thirstiness.

Sebastian is only a little better. He’s more skilled at hiding his true emotions, better at pretending he likes Chris a normal amount, especially in professional settings. But more often than not, he does eventually slip up. He’ll giggle like a school boy with a crush at something Chris says, start to blush when Chris praises his acting skills, gaze at him adoringly when Chris is regaling everyone with some bonkers anecdote or other.

Quite frankly, it’s nothing short of a miracle that these boys haven’t figured out how they feel about each other yet, because Hayley’s sure pretty much everyone else has. It’s an open secret, if you will.

In response to his question, Hayley leans up to kiss Chris’s bearded cheek. “I don’t want a drink, I want to dance!”

Grabbing Chris’s free hand, she tugs him along behind her. “Come on, Christopher, show a girl what those hips can do.”

Mackie wolf whistles, taking the beer that Chris hastily hands him as he follows Hayley onto the dance floor.

Chris rises to the challenge as she knew he would. That boy has a competitive streak a mile wide – he reminds her of herself in that regard. It’s one reason why they would never work, even if they seem compatible at first glance. Way too similar.

Almost instantly, Chris’s hands drop to her waist, firmly settling on the curve of her hips while she starts to move them. They don’t go easy – that’s not the point of this, after all. Hayley winds her arms around Chris’s neck and presses herself up against him. Chris is a fantastic mover, even when he’s drunk, and dancing with him certainly isn’t a hardship. Still, Hayley can’t enjoy it the way she normally would, because her mind is elsewhere.

It’s a few meters to her right, in fact, where Sebastian, clad in dark skinny jeans and a white, v-neck shirt that’s almost see-through, is leaning against the wall. Watching them.

Oh god, the poor sod looks miserable already. He’s trying to hide it, of course, smiling through the pain, but the way he starts worrying his lower lip a few minutes in, averting his eyes only for them to dart back to their undulating hips, as if he’s compelled to make himself suffer… It’s clear as can be that Sebastian’s jealous to the point where he would probably quite like to strangle her, even if he also adores her.

Hayley dances with Chris a little while longer, just until the second song turns into the third, and then she figures she’s done enough. She pushes away from Chris, slapping him playfully on the chest.

“Good effort, my love,” she decides, before she cocks her head and adds, “But I think I’d like to dance with Sebastian, now. I’m keen to find out if I can tease out that pretty blush of his, what do you say?”

Chris’s eyes widen a fraction, but she doesn’t wait for a reply, instead turning on her heel and striding back towards Anthony and Sebastian.

“Alright, handsome,” she says, taking Sebastian by the hand. “You’re up.”

Sebastian splutters something about how he doesn’t really dance, but Hayley ignores him, pulling him along behind her. She knows Sebastian’s just sulking, because she’s seen him bust some serious (if not particularly graceful) moves over the years. He dances, alright. Granted, he isn’t as good of a dancer as Chris, but he’s light on his feet and he holds his booze better than Chris does.

Pressing in close immediately, she rests her hands on his biceps as his settle automatically on her waist. For a moment before she starts to move, she looks up at him, forcing him to look her in the eye.

“Hey, cheer up, grumpy cat.” She goes cross eyed. “Dance with me. Let’s show these Yanks how us European kids do it, eh?”

That gets Sebastian smiling again, that lovely, gorgeous smile of his that’s melting hearts all over the planet, if her friends who are more up to date on the latest celebrity gossip are to be believed. Hayley herself isn’t immune to it either, but while Sebastian certainly has his sassy side, deep down, he’s just too sweet for her. She’d bulldozer all over him, and they both know it. They’re much better as friends.

It’s fun, dancing with Sebastian, especially once he starts to really get into it. They make a striking pair, Hayley’s pretty sure. Two winsome brunettes, spinning and grinding on the dance floor, are sure to turn more than a few heads.

And sure enough, when Hayley darts a look over Sebastian’s shoulder towards the wall, Christopher Robert Evans is practically salivating. He’s staring at them so intently he’s nearly crushing his long-forgotten beer bottle between his hands, eyes so dark they almost seem black in the dim lighting. The seams of his too-tight, black t-shirt are straining with how tensely he's holding himself, and what’s more, Hayley is pretty sure things are beginning to stir inside those washed jeans of his.

She giggles, hiding her face in Sebastian’s neck.

“What’s so funny?” Sebastian sounds a bit bemused.

“Oh, just… men are stupid.”

“Hey,” he says, but there’s no heat behind it.

Hayley pulls back enough to look at him, placatingly patting his cheek. “It’s alright, love, at least you’re pretty.”

Predictably, Sebastian rolls his eyes in a poor attempt to hide the way the comment makes him blush. Good lord, the man has the biggest praise kink she’s ever seen in her life. Yet another reason why he and Chris are perfect for each other; Hayley’s pretty sure Chris would never shut up given the chance to praise Sebastian freely. Already, Chris can’t seem to help but call him sweet and talented and amazing every time he’s asked even the simplest question about his co-star.

Hayley deliberately steers them back towards the others a little, enough to make sure Chris can hear her when she calls out to him, “Oi, Christopher, do me a favour and come here for a second, will you?”

Chris starts, shaking himself out of his reverie. “What, me?”

“Yes, you.” Hayley clicks her fingers. “Come one, chop chop.”

Believing this to be his cue to leave, Sebastian lets go of her, trying to step back, but Hayley just grabs him tighter. “Oh no, I’m not done with you yet, pretty boy.”

“But-” Sebastian says, but Hayley shushes him with a finger to his lips.

“Sshhh. Trust me, okay?”

Sebastian’s eyes narrow slightly in confusion, but he doesn’t pull away. Hmm. Hayley always suspected he’d be good at following orders. She turns a bit, grabbing a handful of Chris’s shirt and pulling him closer, slotting him in behind her.

“Come on, boys,” she challenges, tilting her head up to look at each of them in turn. “Grant this old lady her dying wish of getting to dance with two handsome men at once, won’t you?”

“I’m a year older than you,” Chris protests – the big lug.

Hayley shrugs. “Yes, well, you know perfectly well a woman’s lifespan in Hollywood is significantly shorter than a man’s. Enough talking, now’s the time for dancing.”

She starts to move again, swaying her hips from side to side to the music and forcing them both to move with her. With her right hand, she feels behind her, finding Chris’s hand and placing it on her hip – where Sebastian’s hand is also resting. Their fingers touch, Sebastian’s left hand to Chris’s right, and Chris makes to pull away, but Hayley tightens her grip and doesn’t let him escape. Once it seems like Chris has stopped trying to resist, she switches to her left side to do the same thing, basically leaving the boys to hold hands on top of her hips.

“That’s it,” she nods approvingly. “Just follow my lead.”

Neither man says a word, both of them ostensibly focusing their attention on her, but in reality, Hayley is certain the only thing they’re aware of his how close to each other they’re dancing and where their hands are touching. She can feel the tension in both of them, feel their hearts beating fast where their chests are pressed to her back and front.

They’re not exactly dancing now, more of a slow grind that Hayley is pretty sure some of the women in their vicinity are shooting her jealous looks for, but she doesn’t give a flying fuck. All Hayley cares about in that moment is her mission, of which the crucial stage is coming up right...

Now.

In a smooth, calculated move, Hayley twists out from between Chris and Sebastian, causing them to stumble and fall forward – right into each other.

“Oh,” Sebastian blurts, hands coming up to brace himself. On Chris’s chest.

They both freeze, eyes growing wide in surprise but unable to look away; the proverbial deer in the headlights.

Before they have a chance to snap out of their shock and do something undoubtedly stupid that will endanger her entire mission, Hayley quickly grabs their shoulders and gives them a firm squeeze, effectively pushing them closer together.

“Very good, just keep dancing now. Atta boy.” And with a final pat, she’s gone.

Of course, she doesn’t go far, just stepping back far enough so that she’s out of their space but still close enough to have a clear view of what happens next.

Sebastian’s hands are still on Chris’s chest, one on each defined pectoral, while Chris’s raised hands are hovering awkwardly at the level of Sebastian’s midriff. They’re not moving, but they’re not moving away either, which Hayley counts as a tentative win. Skittishly, Sebastian averts his eyes to stare at a point somewhere over Chris’s right shoulder, and it’s all very awkward, until eventually, Chris cautiously lowers his arms, resting his hands lightly on either side of Sebastian’s waist.

At the touch, Sebastian visible exhales, as if he’d been holding his breath this entire time. In turn, Chris’s shoulders relax infinitesimally once he realizes Sebastian isn’t shoving him off. One of them, she’s not sure who, slowly starts to move again; just the slightest movement from side to side, but it’s enough to make Hayley clap her hands together in glee.

Slowly but surely, Chris and Sebastian start to sway together, finding a rhythm and sticking to it, almost perfectly in sync. They don’t speak, clearly terrified to do something that will break the spell, and it’s so ridiculously cute that Hayley has to fight the urge to squee.

While Sebastian is still studying that elusive spot on the far wall, Chris is watching Sebastian, looking completely enraptured. God, he’s so in love, it’s almost painful to watch. Hayley prays this won’t fall apart at the last minute, because Chris would be absolutely devastated and go all kicked puppy on them and that would be too much even for her to handle. Finally, her prayers are answered. It takes a while for Sebastian to gather his courage, but then he turns his head a fraction, and meets Chris’s eyes.

Hayley could swear she can feel the electricity crackling between them, can almost hear the sound of those pieces finally clicking into place. It’s quite possibly the most satisfying thing she’s ever witnessed.

The air around them changes, slows down, becomes thick and charged as they look deeply into each other’s eyes. All the while, they’re still moving together, Chris’s hands now gripping Sebastian’s waist more firmly as Sebastian’s hands slowly slide around to clutch at Chris’s shoulders. Chris pulls Sebastian’s hips forwards, flush with his own, and Hayley sees how Sebastian’s fingers dig into the meat of Chris’s shoulders. When Chris leans in a hair’s breadth, Sebastian responds in kind until their foreheads are touching, their noses bumping together, breathing the same air.

Chris murmurs something Hayley can’t make out, probably some sort of endearment, and then he's moving in, eyes closing as their lips meet for the very first time.

Hayley doesn’t even try stop the sound of pure joy that escapes her. She punches the air, whirling on the spot and almost bumping into Anthony. Anthony, who is beaming, grinning from ear to ear.

“You did it!” he yells, holding up his hand for Hayley to high five, which she does with feeling.

“I fucking did it!” Elated, she throws her arms around Antony’s shoulders and lets him spin her around. “Wait, wait,” she says as she’s put back on her feet again. “I need to see the rest.”

She turns back to the dance floor, just in time to see Chris lift his right hand to the side of Sebastian’s face. His big palm cradles Sebastian’s jaw as his thumb swipes almost tenderly back and forth over his cheekbone. Both of them have closed their eyes and they’ve all but stopped moving, too caught up in the kiss to have any attention to spare for dancing. Hayley can’t blame them. They’re stunning, getting lost in each other after nearly two years of helpless pining. It’s a sight she doesn’t think she’ll forget any time soon.

As she’s watching, the kiss deepens. Someone opens their mouth, the other follows suit, and suddenly there’s tongues – tongues and slick lips, hungry mouths devouring each other as if they’ve been starving for years and are finally, finally being fed.

Chris has got a tight hold of Sebastian and doesn’t look like he’s planning on letting him go anytime soon, but fortunately, Sebastian doesn’t look like he minds. In fact, he’s slowly sliding his hands down Chris’s wide back, lower and lower until they find his ass and he squeezes. Hayley can almost hear the growl Chris lets out at that, the way his fingers tighten in Sebastian’s hair, making him gasp for air.

“Whoa,” Anthony mutters next to her, “I feel like I’m seein’ some things I’m not supposed be seein’.”

Hayley’s never been a prude, far from it, but even she starts to feel a little voyeuristic. She hums. “Might be time for them to move it off the dance floor, at least.”

She wades into the crowd until she reaches the tangled mess of limbs formerly known as Chris and Sebastian, tapping them on the shoulder to try and get their attention.

“My darlings, I am ecstatic that you’ve finally come to your senses, but you might want to move this somewhere a little more private, eh?”

Neither Chris nor Sebastian really responds, which, kind of rude, but okay, she’ll let it slide just this once. Drawing the line at actually poking her nose into their business, Hayley starts to gently push at them until they finally get the hint.

“What’s – huh?” Chris finally lifts his head, giving her a dazed look.

“Just going to take you somewhere a little less public,” Hayley assures him. “See that corner over there? It has your names written all over it.”

“Fuck,” Sebastian mutters, blinking out of his trance. “Yeah, come on, quick.” He takes Chris’s hand, entwining their fingers, and starts to pull him towards the designated corner.

“Okay, then,” Hayley says brightly. “I guess my job here is done. Have fun, boys. Oh, and be safe, yeah?”

With that, she lets them go, fondly watching them stumble to their destination, where they immediately resume their lip locking. And hip locking. It takes approximately five seconds before Chris is sliding a hand down Sebastian’s thigh, lifting his leg so that he can slot their groins together more effectively and grind against him while enthusiastically continuing to suck face.

Reluctantly, Hayley turns around, smiling to herself.

Mission complete.

Now, where's Anthony? She rather thinks she owes him a dance.

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pennywaltzy · 6 years

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The Paradigm Shift (6 - 8/14)

So I’m doing three chapters today as 7 & 8 are both NSFW(ish) and would need to be under a cut anyway. So I hope you all don’t mind (I know @strangelock221b won’t).

The Paradigm Shift - After Moriarty almost kills Molly during a sexual encounter, he sends Moran to take care of things. But Moran has other ideas and Molly finds her life upended and changed forever.

Chapter 6

It didn’t take long, but soon enough there was a routine set in Seb’s home. It was nice to have a routine, even if it was a different routine than she was used to. There was something to be said for getting to lounge about all day. And the sheer amount of books Seb had definitely had given her things to occupy her time. And it wasn’t as though she was housebound all the time. They did occasionally go out to eat or catch a film, though Seb made very sure to be aware of their surroundings at all times. She almost felt bad for having these excursions with the stress it must cause him. If he wasn’t able to enjoy himself as well, what was the point?

And then something had come up at the farm, just paperwork his signature needed to be on, and his sister had supposedly wanted to show him something that they were supplying fruit for or would be if it all worked out, and he’d done everything short of assigning her an armed guard before he left to travel south.

Which, she felt, would work out well for her plans.

While he was gone she set herself about working in the now mostly familiar kitchen, making a full array of finger foods. She’d asked for some of it in advance, saying she was having cravings, but in reality, it was a surprise. She had noticed his telly had a USB port and so she used the shadier side of the internet to download a few films and tested them out to be sure they played on the television set. When they did she went and got things similar to what he had in his meager collection.

Then she really went to work.

When the door opened up she was waiting for him and half-pulled, half dragged him to the elaborate blanket fort she had made over the sofa. “We’re having a night in so you can bloody relax,” she said. “I’ve made the food, I’ve popped the popcorn and I even called in a delivery for Irish lager for us to have with dinner.”

The look on his face of sheer surprise followed by the biggest grin she’d ever seen on his face told her she’d made the right decision. He leaned over and kissed her cheek softly. “Thank you, Molly. It’s been a long while since someone has done something like this for me.”

“I figured it had been in the past. I know I loved making them with my dad.” She went to the sofa and patted the seat next to her. “We have all of the Chow Yun Fat repertoire and some old school Jackie Chan. You do like old Hong Kong martial arts movies, right?”

“Have you been researching me?” he asked with a chuckle.

“Maybe I snooped a bit,” she admitted. “Alright. Settle in and I’ll get us our supper. Then I think these have subtitles so I should be good and we’ll start with whatever you want to start with. Your choices are on the thumb drive on the side of the telly.”

“Molly...” he said, and she stopped moving towards the kitchen. “Really. Thank you.”

“I just...you’ve taken me out of the house and I know it’s been no fun for you but you don’t want me cooped up here. But I could do something, even if it’s just something little.”

“You could do something else,” he said.

“Oh?” she asked.

He bit his bottom lip and then patted the spot she’d vacated. “Stay here and let me stay close.”

“No food?” she asked.

“Not yet.” She moved back over and sat next to him, curling up into him, and he put an arm around her shoulders, letting her shift position so she was resting her head on his shoulder, almost into the crook of his neck. She realized just how comfortable this was as he lifted up the remote and turned the telly on, looking at their choices of what to watch. It wasn’t just that Seb was comfortable, though he was, but it was...all of it. This almost felt like an honest to God date.

And in the back of her mind, as she snuggled just a bit closer, she hoped he was feeling the same way.

Chapters 7 & 8

She paced around in front of the door to the bathroom suite a few days after the not date date, nervous. She fancied Seb. She did. And Lord, she wanted to tell him. But shouldn’t she do that first instead of making her way into the bathroom and trying her hand at seducing him? That’s what normally happened in relationships.

But then again, nothing between them had ever been normal, and she highly doubted now was the time it would start.

Before she could make a decision, however, Seb opened the door and adjusted the towel around his waist. His hair was wet and there were droplets of water on his shoulders and chest. “Loo’s free,” he said.

“Shower?” she asked, surprised her voice worked at all.

“All yours,” he said with a nod.

“Um...” She stared at his rather defined muscles for a moment. “Join me?”

He looked at her with mild surprise for just a moment before the heat in his eyes took over. “Hot tub or bath might be better. We can keep the water low, not have to worry about splashing.” He let the towel drop from his waist and she could see he was already hard. No seeing her stark naked, no kissing, nothing more than the simple request to join her had made his length rigid and dear Lord, he had been blessed with a magnificent cock.

She stepped closer, running her finger down his length and he groaned in a way that made her think he was doing everything in his power not to take her against the wall and fuck her into insensibility. She wasn’t sure what she wanted more at the moment, slow and sensual or hard and fast.

After a moment he gave into some of his urges, pulling her against him and kissing her urgently, his tongue slipping past her teeth into her mouth and soon she was clinging to him, his cock pressed against her abdomen. Oh, he was a phenomenal kisser, taking her breath away as she felt a familiar wetness pool between her legs. These knickers were going to be useless, but she didn’t care.

Soon he lifted her up to carry her to the bed, his hands cupping her arse and his thumbs sliding into her knickers. She deepened the kiss and ground against his cock, eliciting groans into her mouth from him. Soon he set her on the bed and she quickly pulled her sundress off, leaving her in just the lace knickers that were now soaked through and through.

He moved in front of her, and she was thankful the bed wasn’t raised too high because his mouth was on her breast, licking and sucking and lightly biting, leaving his mark on her. She knew his marks would never be deep or painful enough to hurt her. Seb would never ever harm her, even in the heat of the moment. She ran her fingers through his hair, running her long nails along his scalp and occasionally tugging to move his mouth back to a particularly sensitive spot.

He moved to her other breast and gave it equal attention as one of his hands slipped into her knickers. “Christ,” he said as he let his finger slide along her folds, teasing the nub of flesh that was begging for attention. Soon his lips moved away and traveled lower, tasting her skin before ending up on the sopping wet lace. She had never wanted an article of clothing to be off of her more than she had in that instant, but he used the rougher lace to tease her, pressing his tongue to it to tease her clit.

“Seb,” she cried out, massaging her own breasts and tweaking her nipples to keep the sensation. “Please...”

“Please what?” he asked, swiping his tongue up.

“Please,” she gasped out, unable to articulate what she wanted from him any better than lifting her hips slightly. He took the hint and his fingers went to the sides of her knickers. He tried to get them down in one piece but one of the sides ripped and in the end, he just ripped the other side and pulled away. She whimpered when she realized he was going away from the bed, but soon she realized he went to get a condom when she heard the telltale sound of the wrapper being opened. She watched him roll the condom along his rigid cock, getting wetter if that was even possible, and soon he was over her, nudging her legs apart and letting them hang off the edge of the bed.

And then he was entering her, slowly, letting her get used to his size. He certainly was one of the bigger men she had been with and he filled her completely in a way not even Jim had done, and he had been fairly well endowed himself. He remained mostly upright and gently lifted her left leg off the bed with one arm and hooked it over his shoulder before pulling out and then entering her again, taking his time. He used his other hand to tease her clit and she was enjoying every second of this intimate torment.

But she wanted him to fuck her, sooner rather than later.

“Sebastian,” she got out as she felt the twinges that meant she was going to come soon. “Please Sebastian...faster. Pleeeease!”

The sound of her begging didn’t seem to egg him on and he kept his slow, deliberate pace until she came around his shaft, moaning as each wave of pleasure crashed over her. She started to come down and only then did his thrusts become more deliberate and faster. He’d held himself back until she’d felt pleasure first, something most men never did. She gripped his shoulder and the side of his neck, pulling him closer to her and digging her nails into his skin in the process.

That was what set him off because soon she was being thoroughly fucked, just as she wanted. She let her hands slide down slightly, nails scraping his skin without meaning to hurt him but still make him feel pain, and his lips crashed on hers as he thrust one last time, stiffening up as he came before dropping onto her slightly.

He pulled away from the kiss, breathing heavily, and she cradled his head, pressing light kisses on his skin where she could as he caught his breath. “That wasn’t how I imagined...” he started.

“Worse?” she asked.

He shook his head. “More romantic.”

She laughed softly and he lifted his head up, resting his chin on her. “Sebastian Moran, honestly, it was perfect.”

“I can do better,” he said.

“Can you?” she asked with a smirk. She got a passionate kiss in return and felt his cock harden while still inside her. She just rather hoped he had a stash of condoms if this was going to be how it went because dear Lord, she wanted nothing more than to have him inside her as often as possible.

They laid in a mess of blankets and sheets, the bed linens lazily wrapped around them to give them some modicum of decency. She had her head on his chest over his heart, listening to the steady beat as he dozed. He’d spent their second time pleasing her over and over with fingers and lips and tongue, drawing her to orgasm after orgasm until she decided enough was enough and she begged and pleaded with him to please please have her again, and this time he’d taken her from behind, never quickening his pace, until they came together. It was a bath after that and they laid in the water and soaked, teasing a bit but mostly relaxing until the temptation was too much, and the third time she took the reins, riding him and knowing soon enough there were going to be marks all over their bodies. She could still see her teeth marks near his clavicle, and she moved her head to press her lips against his skin, causing him to stir. “Once more?” he asked, pressing a kiss into her hair.

“Lord knows you’re willing,” she said as she moved her hand to the now tented bedsheet covering his hips. “But maybe we’ll do something different a little later.” She let her hand tease the curly hair above his shaft for a moment before idly tracing his hips. “How long?”

“How long what?” he asked.

“How long have you wanted to shag me?” she asked.

“About when you started your online diary,” he said quietly, running his fingers through her hair. “That was when Jim decided to use you to get to Holmes and he set me to watch you. One night you were in the kitchen with a bottle of wine and you were cooking and dancing around singing at the top of your lungs. That was when I knew if Jim dragged you into this I’d make sure nothing happened to you.”

She sat up and hovered over him, looking him in the eye. “That was a long while ago.”

“I’ve been in love with you for a long time then,” He ran a finger around the faded bruise marks around her neck from Jim. They were barely noticeable, easily covered with concealer, but they could be seen even in the light of the setting sun. “And I think he knew. That’s why he didn’t stop your relationship after Holmes found out the truth. He had me, he had you, we couldn’t do anything about any attraction there might be between us...he liked to torture people. That was his way of torturing me, I suppose.”

She leaned in, kissing him softly in a way that she hoped made clear that she didn’t want a sexual interlude to spring from the kiss. And there was tenderness in the way he returned the kiss, tenderness in the way he cupped her cheek and then carded his fingers through her hair. Jim had never been tender; none of her lovers had. But this…

She had made the wrong choice before, but if she hadn’t made that choice she wouldn’t have this, would she?

When the kiss ended she set her head back down on his chest, moving her fingers up to trail them in the faint hairs on his abdomen. “I always thought...or rather, I hoped...he would not treat me harshly. I mean, I knew that you two were an item and what we had wasn’t exclusive, but I thought he cared a bit. I suppose I was wrong.”

“He may have, in his own twisted way,” Seb replied. “He may even have cared for me. But I knew just how dangerous he was, more than you. I think that’s why so much of my life I kept separate. I was his ghost lover, you were his bait. In the end, it didn’t matter to him what happened to us.”

She was quiet for a long moment. “He wanted you to see if I was dead, didn’t he?” she asked, her voice uncertain and soft.

“And to ensure you were,” Seb said, the slight nodding of his head moving his shoulders. “I told him I would instead of telling him to go to Hell, and I think he knew I wouldn’t do it.”

“So why did he let you get me?”

“I was already in the flat across that day, just...keeping watch. Things are escalating between him and Holmes. He assumed I was on the other side of London. I didn’t give him time to set anyone else on you. The minute I agreed I hung up and came over to see just what he’d done.”

“We’re such a pair,” she said, a trace of bitterness in her voice. “Flies caught in his web who cared for the spider and expected not to be eaten.”

“I’ll make sure the web is gone if it’s the last thing I do,” he said. “And he’ll never hurt you again. I swear.”

She lifted her head up to nod and then moved closer to kiss him again. If Seb made a promise, she knew he would keep it, especially one like that. He’d give his life to make sure she was safe and though she feared it might get to that point, she’d do her own best to make sure it didn’t come to that.

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