#sebastain stan x reader

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My Girlfriend, The Worm

Y/N asks Bucky the worm question. Like the old man he is, he answers wrong.

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This is just crack fluff

“Have you asked him yet?” Peter said to his sister as they sat in their apartment. It was one of the rare times they were both home, and Y/N wasn’t sleeping over at her boyfriend’s place. 

Sighing, Y/N shook her head. “No, Pete. There is no way I’m asking him that. I don’t care if it’s a part of some stupid trend,” she said and went back to reading the news paper. 

It was something her brother had been seeing all over tiktok for the past few days. He’d sent a collection of them to MJ and his sister, but Y/N had ignored almost all of them. Until her brother brought it up while she was trying to relax. 

“Please,” he said, his lip jutting out in a pout. “I’ll deliver you and Mr Barnes some takeout next time I’m on patrol,” he said.

Y/N put her newspaper down. “All that just for me to ask Bucky if he’d still love me if I was a worm?”

“Yeah!”

Huffing, Y/N stood from her chair. “Okay, come on.”

“Where are we going?”

***

Bucky was fast asleep on his sofa. He  slept better there, but his girlfriend preferred the bed. He’d never tell her where he really slept when she wasn’t here. He usually didn’t sleep at night, either, so naps during the day it was.

He never expected someone to knock on his apartment door during the day. When they did, Bucky immediately jumped up and grabbed the gun from beneath his pillow. He inched towards the door slowly, not making any noise. 

When he looked through the peephole and saw only his girlfriend and her annoying brother standing there, Bucky put away his gun and pulled open the door. “Hey Buck,” Y/N said and kissed his cheek as he let them in. Bucky caught her around the waist and pulled her to stand beside him as Peter walked in.

“Parker,” Bucky said, as Peter walked past him. Y/N rolled her eyes at him and kissed his cheek again. “What’s up, sweets?” Asked Bucky as he shut the door. 

Grabbing his hand, Y/N pulled Bucky over to the couch. Her brother walked into the kitchen, helping himself to a glass of water. “I got an important question for you, Buck,” she said, grinning slightly. Her lip was pulled between her teeth as she tried to stop herself from laughing.

She was going to propose. Bucky's heart was in his throat, his eyes wide as he began to squirm in his seat. "Hang on a minute, Doll," Bucky muttered, standing up.

But Y/N pulled him back into his seat. Bucky could have easily overpowered her, pulled her up with just the strength of his metal arm, but he allowed her to pull him back. "It's nothing bad, I promise!" She assured him.

Bucky sucked in a deep breath and nodded his head.

"Would you still love me if I was a worm?"

From the kitchen, Peter burst out laughing. Bucky was silent, just staring at Y/N, waiting for her to elaborate. But she didn't; she stayed quiet, just staring at him.

"Did your brother put you up to this?" He whispered, eyes darting towards the kitchen.

Quickly, Y/N shook her head. "I'm being serious. Would you still love me if I was a worm?"

"I... but you'd be a worm."

The smile dropped from Y/N's face. "Are you saying you wouldn't love me if I was a worm?"

“Doll, you’d be a worm. Am I missing something here?”

Y/N stood from the sofa. “Come on, Peter, we’re going home.”

***

Ever since Y/N had… declared herself a worm and left the apartment, Bucky had been trying to get a hold of her. When he had gotten no reply, he turned to the one person who could help, her annoying little brother. 

Kid, what’s up with my girlfriend? He texted, struggling with the keys. He’d only just graduated from a flip phone with actual buttons for the keyboard to a touch screen, which struggled to recognise his metal fingers. 

You told her you didn’t love her, Peter replied almost instantly. 

Bucky frowned down at his phone. Since when did he say that? All Bucky could respond with was ???

You told her you wouldn’t love her if she was anybody else, that you only love her for her looks.

Sighing, Bucky typed out one last message before leaving his apartment.

Bucky wove through people as he walked through the city. His steps were quick, rushing to get to the Parkers apartment, which was on the other side of the city. Usually, Bucky didn’t walk, but there was no time for a car or a cab.

At the apartment complex, Bucky took the stairs two at a time to get to her. He threw open the door, which he had told Peter to leave unlocked for him, and strolled over to her bedroom. 

It was Y/N’s childhood bedroom. She and Bucky had spent a limited amount of time in there, since she still had pink walls and a single bed. She still had up her posters of her favourite bands from when she was younger and a couple of teddy bears. Most of her time was spent at Bucky’s, splitting the costs of meals and things. He didn’t ask her to help pay rent or anything, since she was saving up for a place of her own. Bucky had thought about asking her to move in with him permanently, but he didn’t want his first apartment since the 1940’s to be their home. The apartment where he had countless nightmares before she came along. 

Gently, Bucky knocked on her door. “Doll?” His voice was as gentle as his knuckles against the door.

When he got no response, Bucky pushed open the door. 

Y/N was sitting on her bed with her legs crossed. A teddy bear Bucky had won her at a carnival was tucked under her arm and she held a picture of the two of them from last Christmas.

Bucky joined her, sitting on the end of her bed. “You know, Doll, I’d still love you if you were a worm. In fact, I’d ask Stark to find a way to turn me into a worm so we could be worms together,” he said, watching carefully for her reaction. 

She put the picture between them on the bed. “Buck, I love you,” she said. “And I don’t need you to love me as a worm. I should have known you wouldn’t get it, you old man,” she said and pulled him over to her. 

They laid on the bed together, Bucky’s bulky body on top of her own. They fell asleep like that, people in love. No, no, worms in love.

[sebastianstanisahotmf]

a perfect winters day

Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N This is a part of my 100 followers celebration. At this point I'm gonna stop apologising because my shitty time management issues and son make it hard for me to adhere to the time frames I have given to myself so I will post the fics when I have time to. (I love my son millions so I'm not blaming him for me posting so late but I'm just saying that I like to spend time with him which means it's hard to find time to write) I hope you understand. Also, likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated.

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

Summary You and Bucky have the perfect day in as it snows outside.

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

Warnings Fluff, allusions to smut

“Wake up doll,” Bucky whispered into your ear, “It snowed last night.”

“Mm?” you slightly opened your eyes.

“It snowed doll!”

You sat up as soon as the words registered in your head,”Really!?” 

“Yeah doll, look,” Bucky wrapped your blanket around you and picked you up.

He walked over to the window in your bedroom and you gasped when you looked outside. Everywhere was covered in a sheet of pure white. The snow untouched, unbothered by anyone. The streets were empty, not a soul out there. It was like a winter wonderland especially since everything was so still it didn’t look real. 

“It’s so beautiful,” you gushed.

“Not as beautiful as you doll,” Bucky added, winking at you.

“You’re so romantic it’s almost disgusting,” you told him with a smile on your face.

“But you love it doll,” Bucky leaned in to kiss you. 

It was such a perfect moment, kissing the person you love the most while the world outside stood still, a beautiful landscape, the type you see in the movies and read in books. 

Bucky pulled back from the kiss with slightly swollen lips and a massive grin on his face, “I think we should make some hot chocolate and waffles.”

“I think thats a good idea babe.”

Bucky took the blanket off you and then took you into the bathroom. He put you down so you could brush your teeth while he did the same. 

Once you had done that, you walked into the kitchen to get started on the waffle batter as Bucky was making the hot chocolates. 

The way you both moved around the kitchen so gracefully and in sync made the scene seem rehearsed. The truth was that you and Bucky regularly made it a team effort to make breakfast so that neither of you feel like you have too many responsibilities. That’s how everything worked with you and Bucky; you both shared the workload in your shared apartment which not only made it easier, but allowed you both to feel equal. 

This may not have worked for other people but it worked for you and Bucky which is all that mattered. 

After the waffles and hot chocolates were made, you sat next to eachother at the dining table in your kitchen. Bucly had put every imaginable topping for waffles and hot chocolates on the table. 

“What do you want to do today?” Bucky asked, as he shoved an almost too big piece of waffle - loaded with every topping possible- in his mouth. 

You rolled your eyes and finished chewing the food you had in your mouth before responding, “I just want to stay in today, you know I like looking at the snow but going out in it is a different story.”

“I’m very aware doll, especially after our trip to Canada a few months ago,” Bucky chuckled at the memory of you slipping over. 

“You’re so sadistic Barnes,” you retorted.

“You didn’t moan about it last night, well you did, but not in that way,” Bucky smirked.

You picked up a strawberry and threw it at him.

“Hey, that’s not fair, I’m only telling the truth, Santa doesn’t come if you lie.”

“And you’re not gonna cum tonight if you keep teasin’ me,” you retaliated. 

“Is that a promise?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow.

You knew that Bucky would always be in charge in the bedroom, but it was fun to joke around. 

-------------------------------------------------

A few hours later, you and Bucky were cuddled up on the couch. He was laying with his head on your chest and the rest of his body was ontop of yours, acting like a weighted blanket. There was an actual blanket over the two of you and Home Alone was on the tv. 

This was the first christmas you and Bucky were spending together so you decided to introduce him to some of your favourite films especially since he was a few years behind on films.

Bucky let out a laugh which was a rare occurrence. You kissed him on the head and wrapped your arms around him tighter. 

“I love you so much baby,” you whispered.

“I love you too doll,” Bucky replied, pressing a kiss to your chest. 

This was perfect, you and Bucky cuddled up on the couch, watching a Christmas film and occasionally looking at the world outside.

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[chasingmidnights]

Feels Like Dying, Part 2

Title: Feels Like Dying, Part 2 

Summary: Bucky realizes his feelings for you and has to tell you right away. 

Warnings: Angst; Bucky Barnes (he should definitely have his own warning label); Sweet, fluffy moment at the end; and I think that’s everything that you should look out for. I apologize if I missed anything but you are responsible for what you read. 

A/N: A little celebration piece for reaching 100 followers. Also, a lot of people were wanting a part two so I’m delivering! I hope you all enjoy this little short piece. Also, this isn’t beta read or anything of the sorts so any and all mistakes are my own. 

Wordcount: 887

Bucky was still standing in the kitchen, long after you had left. He was still in shock at your confession. How could he have had no idea that you had felt that way towards him. God, he was such an idiot. It wasn't until Leah came to check on him and gently placed a hand on his right arm that he had finally snapped out of his thoughts. He smiled gently at her as she looked up at him, concern written all over her. 

"Hey, is everything okay? You've been in here for quite a while." 

Bucky had to clear his throat to get his words out. "Um, yeah, of course." 

He watched his girlfriend as she raised an eyebrow up at him.  She clearly wasn't buying it but she nodded her head as she spoke up. "Well, I've got to get going. Apparently one of my coworkers called in and no one else can cover their shift. Are you sure you're okay?" 

‘Perfect,’ Bucky thought to himself, 'Now I can find Mouse and explain myself. I hope it's not too late.' 

"Yeah, everything's fine. Have a good night at work." Bucky did his best to reassure Leah.

Before Leah left, she pressed a kiss to his cheek and he returned it with a tight lipped smile. Once she was gone, he bolted out of the kitchen and went straight to your room. When he found it empty, disappointment washed over him before he thought of another place you might be. You had several places throughout the compound that you liked to go to when you felt overwhelmed or just needed to escape. He even knew the ones outside of the building and in the city. He would check every place he could think of to find you. Place after place he came up empty handed and was starting to feel defeated. Like he had already lost you and he couldn't. He shook the thoughts from his head as he checked another place, only to find it empty. He was on his way to another secret hidden spot of yours when he bumped into Steve and Sam.

"Hey Buck, slow down. Where's the fire?" Sam chuckled. 

Bucky let out an exasperated sigh, he didn't have time for Sam's antics. So he just stared at him for a moment before he spoke up. "Look, have either of you seen Mouse?" 

He watched as they both took too long to think, causing Bucky to start tapping his foot. 

"Can't say that I have Buck. Is everything alright?" Steve asked in return. 

Before Sam could say anything, Bucky cut him off. "I just have to find her before it's too late." 

Bucky then took off running down the hall. Sam and Steve looked at each other with worried expressions on their faces before they took off after Bucky. They helped him search and just as Bucky turned down another hallway, he halted, stopping in his tracks. The action caused Sam and Steve to bump into him. There you were, walking down the hallway with Tony Stark. The word "transfer" caught Bucky's ears and it stung him to the core. That's when it dawned on him, his feelings for you. If you left, sure he would survive without you but that's all it would be, surviving. You actually make him want to live and be a better man more than ever. He couldn't lose you or have you leaving, he needed you around. The further you walked down the hallway, the more you slipped out of his grasp. So, he called out to you.  

"Mouse!"

You and Tony turned around just in time to see Bucky jogging up to you, a smile curled up onto his face. 

You looked him up and down as he panted. "Why are you panting?" 

"Because I've been looking all over this god forsaken compound for you." Bucky answered, still trying to catch his breath. "You can't leave." 

"Why not?" You crossed your arms over your chest as your face became serious. 

"Because, I love you." 

Before you could react, Bucky had his hands on either side of your face and he slotted his lips against your. You couldn't help but melt into the kiss as you wrapped your arms around him. When the two of you finally pulled apart, the other three people started whistling and making all sorts of noises of approval. 

"About damn time!" Tony exclaimed, a cheesy grin plastered onto his face. 

You couldn't help but giggle as you turned your attention back to Bucky. "I love you too Buck."

A big, toothy grin formed on Bucky's face as you spoke those words to him. Sure, you had said them before but now they had a whole new meaning. He pulled you closer to him and gave you another kiss and kissed you as if his life depended on it. When he pulled away to catch his breath, he reached a hand up to your cheek and began to gently caress the smooth skin. He pressed his forehead against yours, he couldn’t believe this was actually happening. Sure, there were some things that they needed to figure out but all of that could be done later. To him, this felt right and he wanted the moment to last as long as possible.

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18+ only please. Sexual content, unprotected sex, language, oral

My Masterlist One and Two

Seb is here!

The Anon who asked about the Endings Beginnings gif request! I had this puppy in line and thought it'd be a good one to use. Enjoy!

Seb moved behind you, taking slow steps and brushing your biceps when he came forward. You looked at him humming. He smiled and wrapped his arms around your waist, rocking both of you side to side as he rested his chin on your shoulder. 

“I thought we were going to tackle cleaning tomorrow?” He kissed your shoulder. 

You turn the bowl in your hand. “I couldn’t stop thinking about them sitting out. We need to get the dishwasher fixed.” 

“Mmm, we do.” He kissed you again, nuzzling into you as he squeezes you tight. 

You set the cup down, unplugging the drain before wiping it dry. Seb stays glued to you as you move around the kitchen. He hums when you put the cups away, smiles into your neck when you sort the utensils, and holds your waist when you put the pots and pans up.

You feel this itch, like something is coming, and you can’t tell if it’s a good thing or a bad thing. Shaking away the crawling feeling, you spin in his arms, wrapping your own around his neck, and smiling at him, “Alright, how may I help you?” 

“Well,” He kisses your nose, “I was coming down to see what you were doing,” He kisses your left cheek, “Then I saw you doing the dishes,” Your right cheek, “And you were wiggling your ass a little-” 

You laughed, tilting your head back and Seb took full advantage, brushing his lips over your jaw and down until he skims his teeth. You gasp, jerk in his hold but smile as he kisses you, trailing bites along your throat and back up. 

“My wiggling ass do it for you?” You grin. 

“Baby,” Seb slides his hands until he can grip your ass, pressing you closer against him as he does, “Everything about you does it for me.” 

The kiss was rough, your nose hitting his before you could turn your head, and Seb laughed a moment before you settled against each other. He’s still smiling when you lick at his bottom lip and he slides his hands to your thighs.

A yelp escapes as he lifts you his smile turning into a smirk, his hands tightening on your thighs as walks you towards to island and sits you down. His left hand curls around your calf pulling it higher to hang over his hip, his nails scratching over your skin. 

“I just cleaned.” You whispered. 

He nodded, “and you did a wonderful job.” He kisses you again, slower this time, but deeper. His tongue licked your mouth open and you could taste the mint of his toothpaste. His stubble was a little damp, and scratchy against your cheeks, and it made you blush. 

Sebastian pulls back a second. “You okay?” 

You drop his gaze, “Yeah.” 

“Hey,” He squeezes your hip, “We don’t have to do anything-” 

“No.” You shake your head, grabbing his shoulder, and softly shook him, “No.” 

“Okay.” He nods again. “Not in the kitchen?” 

Your cheeks heat, your eyes rolling to the ceiling as you shake your head and shimmy a bit against him. “Baby, talk to me.” 

“I know, I-” With a breath, you look back at him, “I thought about your scruff and-” 

Seb blinked, then he tilted his head, eyebrow coming up. “Yeah? Thought about my facial hair. Where?” 

You looked down and Seb's grin turned hungry before he pulled you to the edge of the island and pushed you backward. He watches you rest along the surface, hands sliding over the countertop with nervous fingers. 

“Baby,” He taps your hip until you move, helping him slip your shorts and underwear down, letting it hang off your foot as he kisses your knee, “I know what you mean.”

“Your knees are going to hate you.” It comes out as a squeak, your hands clenching into fists with embarrassment. 

“But something will love me a lot more.” He says and licks your inner thigh. You gasp, the marble beneath you sticking to your backside. 

Seb keeps going, his hands opening your legs further, teeth leaving marks as he works up your thigh. His finger startles you, the way he spreads you and touches you — his thumb finding your clit. 

“Bast-”

“I got you.” He kisses above your heat. “I got you.” 

Your hands fly to his hair when he licks you. One broad stripe that circled your clit. His fingers moved to your entrance, his thumb sliding in enough that you were aching for him to touch you. His tongue presses into you instead, licking, sucking, flicking against you over and over until your thighs shake. 

He dove in again and again, faster, slower, fingers sliding in and out and in until you’re muttering curse words and gasping his name. It made your knee weak, and your fingers ache where you fist his hair. When you’re close, teetering, almost over that crashing edge, he stops. 

“Fuck- what.” 

Seb looks up at you, letting you see the slick dampening your beard, and with a grin he kisses your thigh again. Scraping his facial hair across your skin then licking you once, twice, repeating the pattern until the words coming out of you were incoherent. You needed him to go faster, needed him to make you come with his name on your tongue. His tongue inside you. 

When his scruff scratches against you, arousal, hot and prickling, shoot up your spine, “Baby-” 

He nipped your clit then went back to work, doubling his effort, fucking his fingers into you over and over and you need to come. Are begging for it, reaching for it, it’s slow close and you’re pressing into his face, closer, closer. 

He pulls back.

You push him backward, your feet hitting the floor before you push him onto his back and climb over him. 

“Are you okay?” You guide him inside you, then sink down, watching his eyes close, his chin tilting upwards, and a drop of your slick moves down his neck. 

“So fucking okay.” He curses, gasping as your hips move. 

Yes, yes, fuck right there. He feels perfect, filling you. His shirt shifts as you press against his chest, using your hands as leverage to ride him. 

“So good,” He groans, grabbing your hips, and raising his knees enough to balance you. It buries him deeper, slides his cock against you, and that buzzing feeling went through you again. This time it felt electric and made your thighs tighten. He helps guide you as the feeling builds.

“Yes,” You gasp, “yes, yes, fuck.” 

“Come on, baby, come for me.” His voice is deeper, his mouth going slack when you squeeze around him, dig your nails into his chest, and come. 

He makes a drawn-out rumbling noise his hips bucking upwards. Seb guides you over him still dragging you through your after-shocks and towards his own release. 

His eyes lose focus as he looks at you, one hand moving to touch your neck, your jaw, your cheek, and then he pulls you down and bites at your lips. The position has you shaking your head, his hips moving faster, the hand on your hip clenching tighter. 

“Please.” You breathe into the kiss, “Baby, please.” 

He kisses you harder when he comes, eyes closing, his hands a vice grip on you. It makes you snap, your body twitching as a sharp orgasm floods you. 

Feeling him breathe against your cheek keeps you focused. His heart was racing beneath along your own as he shifted, kissing you slower.

[roohuh]

“Did your bag grow wings?”

Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Summary: Sebastian takes pity on a girl who’s bag has been stollen by bullies.

Warnings: angst kinda, hospital and chronic illness trigger

Word count 1066

Sebastian eyes the girl as she awkwardly tries to scramble up a tree to retrieve a bag caught in the branches. After a few failed attempts she stands hands on her hips staring up at the bag, a forlorn look darkening her brow.

“Did your bag grow wings?” He asks in his most serious voice, scrutinizing the bag. Turning to Sebastian the girl seems to only now notice him.

“Oh just leave me be!” She pleads before bending over to pick up a rock.

“As you wish.” Sebastian chuckles, throwing his hands up, backing away. The girl rolls her eyes, then begins to throw rocks at her bag.

“You will never get it down like that.” Sebastian laughs at her struggling. “Where is your wand?” Whipping her head around the girl catches Sebastian off guard with a tearful face. She looks as if she is going to say something then turns around, running away with all of her might.

“Hey wait up!” Sebastian calls, whipping out his wand, retrieving the bag. The girl does not stop for his call, instead running back to her house. Standing there dumbly Sebastian grasps the bag, feeling the shape of a wand inside.

“Dummy, you need your wand.” Sebastian shakes his head walking in the direction the girl ran. He does not make it far before he hears soft crying coming from the girls bathroom. Wavering before the door, Sebastian tries to decide the correct course of action, knowing he could just give her bag to a house elf and be done with it. They would return it to the rightful owner, however the sound of muffled cries tugs at him.

“Merlin's beard this better not backfire.” Sebastian sighs before pushing open the door and walking in. The crying stops the second the door opens.

“I have your bag.” Sebastian offers, hoping he has not just stumbled across another different unfortunate girl. Sniffles come from the stall furthest from the door.

“Do you want your bag or not?” More silence. As Sebastian turns to leave a small voice comes from the stall.

“Please leave my bag.”

“She speaks!” Sebastian laughs as he gently sets the bag down in front of the stall.

“Thank you.” Her voice is small and shaky.

“Anytime.” As he turns to leave a thought occurs to him. “Who threw your bag in that tree?” There is a long silence then the girl lets out a shaky breath.

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Yes it does.” Sebastian’s voice is firm.

“Then I did it.” She shoots back defiantly. Running his finger through chestnut hair Sebastian chuckles.

“You are a strange one.” Then makes his exit.

As Sebastian sits to dinner he watches with satisfaction as the girl's bullies shuffle over to where she sits. Sebastian easily tracked down the cuprates teaching them a lesson they would not soon forget. The group of thrashed malcontents cast fearful looks in Sebastian’s direction while they deliver their apology to the girl. She too keeps sending looks in Sebastian’s direction, and the looks do not stop after the dejected group of miscreants shuffled to their seats. Before Sebastian can finish half of his plate he notices the girl standing excusing herself from the table. Unable to contain his curiosity, Sebastian stands to follow the girl. At his friends sudden movements Ominis gives Sebastian a funny look.

“Going somewhere?”

“The toilet, I need some air.” Sebastian mumbles as he makes his escape ignoring Ominis objection,

“Oh yes, just the place I go for fresh air.” Sebastian follows the girl unnoticed as she leads him all the way up to the infirmary, then sits on a bed expectantly.

“Did those troglodytes hurt you?” Sebastian snaps. She whips her head around, surprised by his sudden appearance.

“I swear I’ll-“ Sebastian’s treats are cut off by a soft giggle from the girl.

“I thought I heard someone behind me.” Sebastian stuffs the floor with a shoe putting his hands in his pockets.

“I… Well, I was worried that maybe they had said something nasty to you. Never can count on a bully to give a good apology.”

“I don’t know what I have done to earn your protection.” She raises an eyebrow to the freckled face before her.

“I just can’t stand to see a pretty girl cry.” Again Sebastian is given an eyebrow. Before the girl can give her retort the nurse walks in. At the sight of Sebastian standing there the nurse pauses giving the girl a funny look, to which she just shrugs in response.

“And how are we feeling today?” The nurse asks, hovering her wand over the girl as a dim green light is emitted from the tip.

“Fine.” She replies dismissively.

“That bad?” Stopping her work the nurse study’s the girl's face. “How many fits did you have?”

“Five.”

“Goodness me child! You know you are supposed to come and see me the second you have more than three.” Thrusting a vile of a sweet smelling potion into the girl's hands the nurse hurries away.

“I’ll be back.” She calls. As she drinks the liquid, a chill causes her whole body to tense.

“Are you alright?” Sebastian’s worried voice brings her eyes back on him.

“That’s a broad question.” She teases.

“I guess it is.” He rubs the back of his head. The sight is so reminiscent of his own sister trying a slew of potions given to her by a nurse who always wore the same worried expression. At the thought Sebastian begins to feel queasy. He sits on the ground.

“Are you alright?” Now it’s the girls turn to look concerned.

“That’s a broad question.” He mocks her tone. Looking down at her hands the girl seems to say more to herself then Sebastian.

“My second year at Hogwarts. I was in an accident. Had to take a year off to recover.” Sebastian stands again feeling guilty, he knew she had not wanted to be followed here and by the way she is sitting now she still does not want him here.

“I’m sorry.” He stammers as he backs toward the door. “I will give you privacy now.” All of his usual suave demeanor gone, he fumbles with the handle.

“Thank you.” She calls after him. “For your help today. With those jerks and my bag. Thank you.” He nods before disappearing out the door. He needs to find Ominis.

[yourloverfromthepast]

𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵 𝑴𝑬 𝑵𝑬𝑿𝑻 𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬?

𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒍𝒐𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈...

SUMMARY: Sebastian Stan discovers about his girlfriend's 'problem' with food

PAIRING: Sebastian Stan x F!Reader

WORD COUNT: 1228

WARNINGS: This story might be triggering for people with ED

𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕...

AUTHOR’S NOTE: PLEASE GUYS, THIS IS EXTREMELY IMPORTANT TO ME. I decided to write this because yesterday it happened to me again, and nobody asks me why but I thought "what if my comfort person knew this? How might he react? What might he say?" (And honestly I was just very sad and needed to be comforted). Now, I DO NOT have an ED, and I don't consider this as one (at least as regards my person and for what I know!). My purpose is obviously NOT that of minimalize any type of disorder, I just wanted to share my 'experience' and the feelings I have when all of this happens to me, simply because I know I'm not the only one.

𝑫𝑶𝑾𝑵𝑳𝑶𝑨𝑫 𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑳𝑬𝑻𝑬! 100%

Crap. It was happening again.

You were staring at your still full plate and you didn't know what to do. Anxiety was starting to form and run through your body. Yet, a moment before it was going so well. You were normally and peacefully dining with your boyfriend at the restaurant. And then boom. It happened again.

Sebastian: "Hey babe? What's wrong? Are you okay?"

Y/n: "Uhm, yeah it's nothing baby, don't worry"

You stared at the plate again. Then, you continued: "Actually...I just think I'll go to the ladies"

Sebastian: "Oh, ok. Do you want me to wait for you?"

Y/n: "Oh God! No! I know you're hungry. Just eat, don't wait for me. I'll be quick, ok?"

Sebastian: "Ok, thank you!"

You looked at him before getting up, and damn it. He gave you such a pure and kind smile, it almost made you cry.

You entered the restroom and locked the door. "OK y/n, calm down. It's fine. It's totally fine, just take a few moments to breathe" you said staring at your reflection in the mirror. You took five deep breaths, smiled and went out.

As you walked back at your table and as you sat back down, you felt calm. Confident, almost. You were convinced that everything was fine again. On the contrary, when you took the fork, you realized: nothing was fine.

Despite that, you decided to proceed: with the knife you cut a piece of the food in front of you and slowly put it in your mouth.

Fuck. You didn't want to do it, but you were literally starving.

Maybe this time it was even worse than the others. Usually it was enough to convince yourself you weren't hungry, in order to avoid eating between meals, but this time...this time it was different. It wasn't really the first time that happened, and you were completely aware of that, but just the thought of him noticing it...the thought of other people staring at you with those judgmental looks, ready to make assumptions. You were frightened.

You repeated yourself "I'm hungry, I need, I want to eat it" a couple of times before swallowing the food.

And then you took another bite. And another bite. Another one. And another one again. And another bite.

Another. Bite.

And to each one of them you did nothing but fight. You had to fight that strong and annoying urge to stop. You did nothing but fight against your stupidass conscience.

You had your mouth full but you didn’t want to swallow any of the food. The feelings of guilt were too strong.

"Stop eating"

"Do not swallow it"

"Stop it, you don't want it"

"Stop and spit everything"

"Come on y/n. Swallow. Swallow it" you said to yourself. And you finally did it.

With nausea, you stared at your empty plate for a couple of seconds. And then you looked up and saw him.

Your boyfriend, Sebastian, had this confused and at the same time surprised look on his face. Those- damned steel blue eyes, full of concern...

Sebastian: "Y/n..."

Fuck, you were about to cry. A tear fell down your cheek.

Seb: "Hey hey hey sweetheart, no, it's okay". He tried to take your hand but you pulled away immediately.

Y/n: "It's okay Sebastian" you said drying your face with your hand "I'm fine. Trust me, everything's fine" and you gave him a quick smile to try to reassure him.

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On the way home it felt like you were at the cemetery. Neither of you had spoken a single word, and once back at his apartment, you tried to run and lock yourself in the bathroom but he grabbed you by the arm.

Sebastian: "What's wrong"

You slowly turned to face him without replying.

"Baby please" he grabbed your chin with two fingers and made you look right into his eyes "I'm begging you. Tell me what's wrong".

You broke down. You tried to talk but you couldn't stop yourself from crying out in fear and pain.

"Shh, it's okay baby" he embraced you in a warm hug and stroked your hair, in order to calm you down. "Don't worry, take your time".

After a couple of minutes, the two of you sat on the couch and you confessed.

Y/n: "I'm sorry Sebastian, I'm awfully sorry, I ruined everything, I-"

"You didn't ruin anything y/n" he interrupted you. "Don't worry about it, really, I'm not upset or anything, I know what you're thinking and going to say. I just want to know whether you're okay or not".

"I- I don't know why, but sometimes...it just happens. A moment before I'm happy and enjoying my life, and a second later- I just can't eat..." he had to get closer to you since you were practically whispering. "I mean...I can, but for some reason my- my mind and my body refuse to. I really want to eat something, but then I'm assaulted by this- sense of guilt. I feel my stomach closing and I don't wanna eat anymore, but-" you sobbed "but immediately afterwards, something clicks in my head and I finish all the food in front of me, almost...almost gorging myself...I don't know...what's wrong with me?"

Once you finished, you raised your face and looked at him. The room was immerged in the dark. The only source of light were the moon, the stars and all those small, yet to you so fascinating lights coming from the skyscrapers in the distance. However, even though you couldn't distinguish all of his features, you noticed a small reflection of light on his cheek. He was crying.

Sebastian: "Babe.." he gently pulled you closer and hugged you again. "Why didn't you tell me anything?" he asked with a trembling voice.

"I...I don't know. I mean, this is nothing serious, I do not have an eating disorder, probably it's just anxiety or even stress, I can't tell... Honestly I just thought you would have seen me as a- a crazy and stupid little girl seeking for attention..."

He pulled you away and cupped your face with his hands: "Darling, listen to me: first of all, there is absolutely nothing wrong with you. Understood? And second of all, I could never do that. I could never think of you as someone like that. Got it?" he smiled and kissed you on the forehead. It was a gentle, warm and long kiss.

"And even if you were trying to get my attention, I would never get angry, because it means that you love me" he grabbed your hand and slowly cupped his own face with it "and I love you too". He kissed your palm and looked you right into your teary eyes "more than anything else".

That words made your heart melt. You couldn't help but shyly smile at him. In that moment, he made you feel important. He made you feel valid. He made you feel loved.

"So, if you really love me sweetheart" this time he grabbed both your hands and placed them on his chest, right above his heart "promise me that next time, you will warn me when it happens, okay?"

You closed that little distance between your faces and kissed him on the lips "promised. I love you with all my heart Sebastian"

"I love you with all my heart too, y/n".

[thefallennightmare]

Sebastian Stan

Therapy: Reader and Sebastian will do anything to work through their problems. Even if it meant bringing up past issues they swore they would never speak of again.

Vows-Two Shot: The end is in sight for Sebastian and Y/N. She’ll try anything to get Sebastian back, no matter what. Part One | Part Two

Lies:  Reader and Sebastian are in an established relationship and they’re really happy together, but reader has been hiding a secret from Seb and the thing is that when they met she never told him about her being his fan and knowing him (basically she lied and pretended she didn’t know who he was) and now somehow Sebastian finds out the truth and confronts the reader about it? Some angst but with a happy ending?

Amnesia:  Sebastian and reader broke up like a year ago and one day she receives a call from the hospital and they tell her that Seb had an accident and she’s still his emergency contact so she goes to see him because she still loves him. And when he wakes up he has amnesia and he doesn’t remember they broke up, so he thinks they’re still together and the doctors tell her she has to play along because telling him the truth can be damage for his brain and he has to remember on his own?

[sarahowritesostucky]

Ignore it if you're uncomfortable💕

Reader catching Steve eating um... "meat" or put suspicion on foods he cook cuz it's a little different from usual meat😔

Idk choose one or maybe both or maybe none

ANYTHING FOR STEVE KAMP I'M EVAPORATING RN

This will be a story told in infrequent, anachronistic snippets, as I love the story idea but don't really want to commit to another WIP. I hope you enjoy!

📖"Amuse Bouche"

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Steve Kemp x Reader

Tags: cannibalism, held hostage, basement wife, captor/captive, dark Steve

Summary: Amuse-Bouche (/əˌmuːzˈbuːʃ/; French; N.) : to delight the mouth.

You feel your ears buzzing as you sit across the island, frozen in place. The soft sounds of Steve's knife against the cutting board drumming in your ears inordinately loud, warring with the drum of your own thundering pulse. You lick your lips nervously, biting your tongue to keep from saying anything.

"Everything okay, Hon?"

You blink, startled out of your thoughts and surprised to find Steve staring at you from where he's working, his eyes boring into you, rather than the raw meat under his hand, the chef's knife in the other. Your heart pounds hard in your chest, and you're sure he can hear it, can tell exactly what you're thinking.

What are you thinking?

"Y-yeah," you stammer, forcing a smile. Oh god, he can tell. He knows what you're -

"Good." His smile is sweet and honest, unsuspecting, and he goes back to his work on the cutting board. You swallow, your mouth horribly dry. "Just hungry, huh?" Steve smirks down at his bloodied hands. "Really worked up an appetite this afternoon."

You chuckle nervously, shifting in place on the barstool. "Haha, yep. Yeah."

"Mm. Well I know how to fix that," he says. Eyes still on the meat.

You look down nervously to it again, and away again before he can catch you looking and see the thoughts going through your head. You avert your gaze around the kitchen. - the beautiful kitchen.

It'd seemed like such an easy mark. Middle of nowhere, no visible security. Single occupant who went away for hours at a time. It'd been easy to case. You'd thought you'd make out good on this one. Just one more job. A little more money to get you in a good spot. Then you'd go straight.

It hadn't worked out that way.

The links on your cuff make a quiet sound as you shift. You reach for your wine glass and take a big sip. It slides over your tongue in a burst of flavors: fruity and lush, decadent yet light. It's red wine, a Beaujolais, your favorite. Steve always pours it for you before dinner, and you always drink it as you watch him cook.

Lately you've been drinking it faster.

Your eyes are back on the bloody cutting board when Steve's amused voice jars you back to attention,

"Need another pour already?"

Your eyes jerk up to him in fright, and it must show on your face, because he sobers. "Hon? What is it?"

You fake another smile - something you've gotten quite good at, ever since you woke up one day in a carpeted cell. "Nothing," you assure him, batting your eyelashes and drinking the last few sips from your glass. You set it back down on the counter. "I think I would like some more, please."

Steve squints at you briefly, concerned, or maybe suspicious, but your smile seems to do the trick and he sighs good naturedly. "Okay, why not?" He sets the knife down on the cutting board and turns his back to you, going to the sink to rinse his hands. "I'm chilling a white for the main, and I thought we could have that honey wine with dessert."

"Oh." You can't keep your eyes off the cutting board - on the carefully trimmed hunks of meat that don't taste like anything you've ever had before ... and on the knife. "That sounds nice."

Steve chuckles. "My little woman loves her dessert wines."

You could reach it. It's within reach. If you just leant across the counter, you'd be able to -

Steve 's hand appears in your field of vision and you flinch. He's reaching to take your empty glass. He eyes you knowingly as he pours from the bottle of Beaujolais. You expect him to say something, but he just finishes pouring and slides the glass back across the countertop to you. "There you go," he says, staring at you.

You lick your lips and swallow heavily, feeling caught. He knows. "Thank you, Steve," you whisper.

The edge of his mouth twitches up. "You're welcome, Little thief."

Your guts churn at the words he's somehow turned into a term of endearment. Steve's no fool. He knew you'd look. He put the knife within reach to test you, and you've failed the test. Internally you sigh, and you meekly sip your wine. You've got a long time to go before you'll be able to get the better of him.

"What's for dinner?" you ask, resigned, eyes back on the mystery meat.

"Rosemary."

"What?" You look up at him, catching the tail end of something indecipherable in his eyes. "Rosemary?" you ask, heart beating faster.

"Mm." He nods and goes to pull something out of the fridge. He returns with a bundle of green herbs. Your shoulders slump. Oh. rosemary. Right. "I'm cooking it sous vide with herbs," he says, and starts plucking the needles off the stalk. "Rosemary, Thyme, bit of sage."

You nod vacantly, thinking of the Francisco Goya that Steve has hanging in the hallway: Saturn Devouring His Son. You used to appreciate his quirky taste in art, had planned to get rich off it. But now you're starting to suspect there's something else to it.

Still, you know it'll infuriate Steve if you refuse to eat the food he's prepared for you, so you focus on sipping your wine steadily, hoping to maybe get another pour in before the meal.

You don't ask what it is that he's cooking sous vide. But deep down, you think you know.

This has been a fill for: @badthingshappenbingo

Card: sarah-writes-stucky / sarahyellow

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[stanfanfiction]

Working on chapter 6 + a commissioned Seb Stan fic. Today is all about relaxing and writing before the busy weekend. I am kinda loving the Seb fic and I asked the buyer if she would be okay with me posting it and she said yes, sooo…if there’s any Seb fans out there, you might be getting a little one-shot soon.

Sending everyone hugs and I hope you have the most wonderful day.

[sebsgirl71479]

Shoot Your Shot  The Sequel

Sebastian Stan X Curvy Actress Reader

A/N Yup im baaaack with a little sequel that i didn't think would happen but here we are. Let see how our beautiful celebrity couple are up to in this story at the Golden Globes. Again reblogs always appreciated and loved. 

Word Count :2006k

Warnings: Fluffy AF, Sexual content, smut 18+ only No Minors 

It had been 4 months since the emmy awards, where you not so subtly asked out Sebastian Stan on live tv. After your wonderful night together just talking and kissing, you both were head of heels for each other. When December rolled around, Sebastian was nominated again for Pam and Tommy, first a Golden Globe then a Critics Choice Award. You were so happy for him, a day after you went with him to his agent's office and what waited for him was a massive bouquet of flowers from the Hollywood foreign press for his nomination. 

“Sebastian, are you sure you're okay walking all the way back home carrying those? We could get a cab if you want.”  “Printesa, I’ll be fine, besides I want to see peoples faces as I walk with this monstrosity in pink.” He giggles a little bit while you picture the streets of New York City watching a 6ft tall man in pink himself no-less carrying a bouquet of pink flowers. 

When you both got back to Sebs’s apartment full of laughter, you started planning your trip to LA next month. You were still on hiatus from ted lasso and Sebastian was in between films at the moment so it was perfect timing. “Baby are we staying at my place or yours when we get to LA?” While you're in Sebastian's closet picking out clothes for him to take to California he comes up behind you to wrap you up in his arms. Placing gentle kisses on your shoulder and neck, humming in content you look over your shoulder into his eyes and just drink them in. He's rocking you back and forth in the closet like there is music playing in both your heads. 

“How about we split our time between both? We can stay at my place just before the golden globes, then after we can go to your place and be ready for the other awards show and beyond.” You turn around to face him and place your hands in his hair to comb through it, Looking deep into his eyes. “I think it’s a great idea, but I have one question? How big is your bathtub?” “Hmmmm, big enough to fit both of us with plenty of room to spare, what do you have planned printesa?” Still swaying back and forth with him just taking him in. “ I was thinking when we land we leave our luggage by the door and spend an hour in a hot, steamy bath to relax and maybe a little something extra?” Wiggling your eyebrows and giving him a sly smile. “I think you have one of the best ideas ever. Now how about we celebrate a little bit tonight with some take out, wine and some dessert?” He winks at you, that's your cue that when he does that you know what he has in mind.

Before you knew it it was new year's day and you both were all packed and ready to head to LA a week before the Golden Globes. You decided to have a lazy night in for new years eve considering you had a 6 am flight the next day. Just the 2 of you, a few glasses of wine and a home cooked meal made by you. When the clock strikes midnight you stood out on Sebastian's balcony and watched the fireworks go off around the city, and a midnight kiss that lasted 2 mins. The perfect way to start 2023 in your opinion. Because of the time change you got to LA around 9am, plenty of time to have that relaxing bath you promised Sebastian. The bathroom was filled with the scent of roses from the bath soaps and candles. Sebastian dimmed the lights to make it more romantic. You sat in front of him while he took a loofa and caressed your body, getting the smell of the airplane off. He abandoned it for his own hands not 5 mins into the bath. You didn't mind it, you preferred it. He started at your shoulders rubbing them and kissing the area afterwards, his new beard he was sporting was tickling you a little bit making you giggle. 

Next he grabbed your chin to have you look at him giving you a strong passionate kiss. Midway you fully turned around and straddled his waist holding on to the back of his head to ground you. You both moan into each other's mouths getting more needy for one another. You rocked your hips back and forth on Sebastian's already hardened cock with how wet you were for him already. “Angel, baby I need you so bad, I need to be inside you right now.”  “Seb, oh baby, make me feel good.” He lifted you up a little bit and you sank down on his cock so easily. Sebastian threw his head back with how good you felt. You melted into him, staying still for a bit to get used to his size. No matter how many times you've had sex with him it takes a min to get used to him. Sebastian lifts his head and rests his forehead against yours. You started to move your hips up and down just enough to not let any water out of the tub.

"Draga, you feel so good, keep it up and we will be done sooner than I expected."  You throw your head back in ecstasy as your organism washes over you in now time. "Oh Sebastian cum for me baby, fill me up." “I’m cumming baby oh god you feel so fucking good. AHHHHH!” You both came together basking in your highs resting your foreheads together. You began to comb your hands through his hair to sooth him, he rubbed your back at the same time. You opened your eyes after your breathing came back to normal, Sebastian was already looking at you. Both of you having a silent conversation looking deep into each other's eyes, Sebastian lifted you up slightly with a little hiss and had you sit sideways in his lap. It was another 10 mins before the water really started to get cold and decided to get out of the tub. 

The rest of the week leading up to the golden globes was spent arranging the makeup artist for you and making sure you and Seb had the right outfits. You also spent days being lazy in his house but also taking in LA by hiking Runyun Canyon a few days and grocery shopping as well. It felt so domestic at times you wondered what it would be like to spend the rest of your life with Sebastian but you put that in the back of your head for another time. Little did you know Sebastian had packed a beautiful diamond engagement ring in his luggage and left it under his bed for the right time. 

The day of the golden globes came and it was super busy at Sebastian's house, even his longtime manager came by to check up on you two to make sure things were running smoothly. By 4pm you both were ready to go to the Beverly Hilton. It would take almost an hour to get there with how LA traffic was. Walking the red carpet with Sebastian as a couple was a huge deal and everyone took the opportunity to tell you and show you when the camera went absolutely crazy when you showed up. You both took pictures together and individually. You entered the ballroom just in time to have dinner served with plenty of champagne for the table. By the time all the plates were taken away the show was beginning to start. While the show was being broadcast you both sat holding each other's hand and never letting go. When they broke for commercials, that's when you both would stand and start talking to a few other actors. Paul Walter Hauser came over and introduced himself to you since he was at the table next to you. Sebastian looked over at you talking to Paul, one of best friends and his heart swelled. You looked like you were having an animated conversation with him and it made him happy.

Paul finally saw Sebastian looking over at you two and smiled. That was his way of saying ‘you have a good one here’ He came over to say hi to Paul and congratulate each other just before the broadcast came back. It was finally time for Sebastians category, you held his hand tight in yours your nerves were so high for him that your leg was bouncing so much he let go of your hand and started rubbing your thigh to calm you. You looked over at him and gave a small smile mouthing him a ‘thank you’. When they announced Evan had won the award you were more disappointed for Sebastian than he was for himself. He felt your body slack after that after being wound tight for the last 5 mins. He took your hand and kissed the back of it. “It's ok baby, it won't be the last one.” “I know sweetheart but I really wanted this for you, but understand I’m just happy you got nominated and are finally getting recognized for the hard work you have been doing.” “Thank you draga, I love you.” I love you too Sebastian.”

The night had been wonderful, at some point during the show you and Sebastian got to speak to Billy Porter you were in heaven. You both went to an after party at the chateau marmot and talked to more celebrities. By the time 1am rolled around you both were tired and ready to head home. Sebastian helped you out of your dress and shoes and you went to steal one of his t-shirts for the dresser. “Baby you looked wonderful tonight but seeing you in my shirt makes me love you even more.” “I only do it because it smells like you and helps me sleep better.” He is only in his dress pants at this moment, you're just taking him all in. Then he starts coming towards you and in no time he has you weak in the knees with a body numbing kiss. After the thought of breathing comes to you both you part with chests heaving staring into each others eyes. Its at this moment that Sebastian has his perfect moment to propose. “Draga, wait right here I have something for you.” Before you have the chance to say anything he is on the other side of the bed taking his luggage out. He comes back with his hands behind his back as he stands less than a foot away from you. 

“Sebastian baby, what is it?” With a big smile on his face he begins to get down slowly on one knee. Your lip is quivering at this moment ready to just ball your eyes out. “Y/N when you asked me out on live tv 5 months ago i knew that when i met you i would never regret it. Tonight I may not have won an award but you won my heart. Y/N Y/L/N  draga will you stand by me for every awards show, every premiere and every other milestone in our lives forever? MARRY ME BABY.”  You look at the beautiful sapphire engagement ring in the black box. Vision blurry which most likely you still have mascara running down your face. You look him in the eye and place your hand on his face with a water smile. “Yes Sebastian, I'll marry you. With all my heart.” He slipped the ring on your finger and you both just held each other for the next 10 mins just basking in the other's warmth and love. Finally parting he held your face in his hands and kissed you so softly and sweetly. 

“I love you y/n so much I can't wait to marry you.” “I love you too Sebastian forever and always.” 

Tag list: @christycurlswrites @buckyalpine @frostironfudge @allandoflimbo @peaches1958​ @altagraye 

[barnesboo1967]

Stucky issues

I just want some fluff/angst stucky x reader fics. I have talked about it before but I am not always in the mood for smut. I just want to cry over the boys and not get horny.

[chasingmidnights]

Cage the Devil Masterlist

Here’s a little playlist inspo. for my titles and songs that I felt matched the mood I was going for. Take a listen!

Also, here are some moodboards & other inspo images for this series.

A/N: This is kind of a slow burn with this mini series. The reader and Lee aren't going to be together right off the bat. The first part is more focused on Lee and the second part is more focused on the reader! I would also like to note that this is my first time writing smut for this series so it might not be the best, I ask that you please be kind. I do not claim to be a professional writer, any and all mistakes are my own; nothing is beta read. Please be sure to read any and all warnings, minors will be blocked! Lastly, the any dividers were made by @firefly-graphics and any moodboards that you see were made by me! I hope you enjoy!

Part One: The Beast

Part Two: Trouble Ahead

Part Three: The Devil Wears a Suit & Tie

Part Four: Dark Paradise

Part Five: God's Gonna Cut You Down

Part Six: I Will Never Die

Part Seven: Anything Goes

[hiddenwritingsintheworld]

Rich Mans World-Chapter 4

Chapter 3 | Series Masterlist

Should I make a tag list? Here goes Chapter 4 everybody, let me know what you think!

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“Wow marriage sounds awful, well, Happy three month anniversary!” Marie walked with you, the loads of shopping bags full of new dresses, shoes, clubbing outfits, a few new purses, and some nice dress clothes. You smirked, “Seb called you yet? Figured you’d like a good lay every once in a while” you laughed as she gasped smacking your arm. “Shut up! You gave him my number?!” she whispered glancing over your shoulder at Sebastian who was about 10 feet behind you guys. 

“Hell yeah, he's cute, get it girl, besides we all know that you’re gonna end up married off like me, you might as well have fun before it happens.” you shrugged as you both climbed into the car. Seb got into the front, he smiled at you both before putting up the partition. “So….he doesnt follow the rules huh?” Marie asked as you looked down. “I hate my life…I hate it so much. You’re the only person I get to be normal around and let everything just….relax. I get to be me…” you whispered, biting your lip. Marie moved over hugging you into her side. “I know, hopefully things begin to change.” she sighed, laying her head on yours. 

Sebastian dropped you off first, you smirked at him as you gathered your bags, “Make sure you wrap it up cowboy,” you whispered before walking off after telling Marie goodbye. 

The house was mostly quiet which was unusual’ you set your bags on the stairs, to take them up after letting Chris know you were home. “Hello?” you called out. Nothing, silence filled the ticking seconds. You furrowed your brows as you walked through the foyer, past the turn for the kitchen and dining room, and turned to go toward his office. You walked down the hallway, seeing the light shining from a crack in the door. You slowed your walk as you neared and peeked around the black door frame into his lavish office. 

“Ah! Fuck Chris!” his assistant, Meghan, was sprawled out on his desk, his hands pulling down her tank top and exposing her breasts as he hammered into her. He squeezed her tits in harsh grips as she moaned louder. “Fucking like that dont you bitch?” he growled between teeth. “Yes! Yes! Fuck me harder!” She cried out arching off the desk. 

You bit your cheek as you backed away, turning and made your way back to the stairs, gathering your bags, you hefted them upstairs, pulling out your phone and dialed the all to familiar phone number as you shut the bedroom door. 

A few hours had passed when you came walking downstairs, you wore a very short, sparkly, strapless dress, a pair of 6 inch black sparkly heels. Your hair was down, curled on the ends and your makeup looked flawless. As you walked down the stairs, you were on the phone, laughing. “Yes! I’m grabbing my bag then I’ll be headed your way! I can’t wait!” you said as you grabbed your clutch off the table in the foyer. “What are you doing?” Chris asked as he came into the foyer. “Oh! Marie, I gotta call you back! Love you!” you made a kiss noise into the phone before you ended the call. 

“Chris! Hey! Going out, I’ll be home….gosh I don't know a time for you, so don't wait up!” you giggled and turned walking toward the door. “Where the hell are you going? It’s Wednesday, we’re having dinner together.” he snapped, following after you. You turned to look at him. “Well, I'm going out to celebrate my birthday.” you shrugged and turned back, opening the door walking outside before you slammed it shut with force. 

“Thanks for the ride Seb, just let me enjoy a drink or two before you call him okay?” you asked Sebastain softly as he helped you out of the car at the club. Seb sighed , “I can’t make any promises Y/N…Chris will be pissed about this.” He said quietly. You knew the situation you put Seb in wasn’t right, but you couldn’t help it. Chris broke the rules ON PURPOSE.It was all off the tables now. 

“I owe you Sebastain, if you help me this once….I’ll put in an extra good word for you with Marie.” You smiled before a small giggle came out. Sebastian couldn't help but chuckle and smiled at you. “15 minutes…that's all the time I can buy you sweetheart.” he smiled. You grinned and kissed his cheek. “Thank you Sebastain!” you took off inside the club as he watched after you. 

Gathered around the bar were a group of your closest friends, You all laughed and got drinks instantly. As you did shot after shot you decided to have as much fun as you could before Chris showed up. Marie grabbed your arm, pulling you away from the bar a bit, she got in your ear and smiled “Happy Birthday,” and pointed you toward someone walking toward you. 

The gasp that left your lips didn’t go unnoticed by her, “Mark!!!” you grinned and began walking toward him. “Oh my god!” you were instantly wrapped up in his strong arms on the dance floor. “Y/N! Happy birthday!!” he said, smiling down at you. His lips inches from yours, the song ‘Heaven by Julia Michaels’ blared over the speakers, as your eyes traveled his features. “Still wearing that Cherry lipgloss I see,” he smirked, his Boston accent thicker than you remembered. “Yeah….It was always your favorite,” you said gently biting your lip as you both made eye contact. 

“The sexual tension between the two of them…Holy shit,” Marie told Jamie as they watched the two of you dance and grind against each other from across the club. “Fuck….can you imagine the sex between the two of them?” Jamie asked, taking a shot. 

It felt like it was just you and him on that dance floor, his hands traveling your body, your arms around his neck, your bodies moving together smoothly. You felt his stubbled cheek against yours, his hot breath against your ear. “Why don’t we get out of here?” you nodded against his cheek before he pulled back and gripped your hand pulling you toward a side exit. 

“Find her now.” Chris growled at the entrance of the club. Sebastian spotted Marie by the bar with a large pink drink in hand. He nodded to the guys and walked over to her. “Marie.” he called out, in which she turned and eyed him with wide eyes. “S-s-s-sebastian. Hi,” she squeaked out quietly. Sebastian smirked, “Where is she?” He tried to be gentle with her, it wasn't Marie's place to know the problems you and your husband were about to have. “Uh……” she wrapped her lips around the straw in the drink and swallowed a couple of drinks. “Ha-ha-havent seen her,” she said nervously. Sebastian tilted his head before he looked around. 

Jamie appeared beside Chris and smiled some, “Hello…..i guess you’re here for Y/N? Such a shame….she looked like she was having so much fun with…..oh shoot…I forgot his name,” she smirked at him. Chris turned and glared at her, “where did they go?” Jamie grinned, biting her bottom lip “Side exit….about 2 minutes ago,” she smirked before writing her number on Chris’s hand and dipped back into the crowd. Chris glared toward the side exit, adjusting the gun in his waistband as he moved through the crowd. 

You were pressed against the brick wall, Mark's lips on your neck, his hands running down your body to pull up your dress, you moaned softly, your head thrown back against the wall, your hands were pulling his shirt up. “Maybe we should-” Mark's voice was cut off when he was pulled off of you, and thrown back into the dumpster by the door, across the alleyway. “Get the fuck off my wife!” Chris stood between you and Mark. He wasn’t wearing his normal suits, he was in jeans, and a black cable knit sweater. You tried to move past Chris who grabbed you and shoved you back into the wall. “Dont fucking move.” he growled before walking over to Mark and began punching him. They fought for a few moments, and when you went to break it up, Sebastian grabbed you and held you against the wall. He gave you eyes that told you to stop, almost begging you to stop. 

The gunshot that rang out made your heart drop, you hadn’t realized you’d closed your eyes until you tried to see who was shot. Slowly opening your eyes, Chris stood there with his chest heaving, Sebastian had his gun pointed at Mark who was lifeless on the ground, Chris’s gun in hand still. You swallowed nervously and moved away from the two of them, Chris and Sebastian looking after you, tears in your eyes, fear all over your face. You couldn’t believe they killed him. You turned and darted out of the alley, Chris yelling your name as you ran.

You didn't stop running for a couple of blocks, having kicked off your heels and snatching them up in your hands, your feet were sore and dirty, some cuts from rocks and fencing you’d run past. You were officially terrified of living another moment in this life. Who knew what you’d face when you went back to his house. You walked to the park and found a bench to sit on, Mark was gone. You let out a sob, one you didn't realize you’d been holding in until now. Sobbing into your hands you didn't know what to do anymore, did you go back to your father and mother, who would just abuse you, beat you senseless because you couldn’t make your marriage work and the deal would be broken causing your father to lose everything? Or did you go back to Chris who for all you knew just ordered for the only person you’d ever have feelings for to be killed? You cried harder until you felt a hand on your bare shoulder blade. 

You jumped screaming out as you flew up off the bench. Anthony stood there, black suit, black shirt, calm demeanor. “Let’s get you home Ma’am.” he said softly, removing his jacket and placing it on your shoulders as you shook. He took in your state and wrapped his arms around your shoulders and under your knees, lifting you with ease as he carried your back to the car. You curled up into his jacket on the way home, tears streaming silently down your cheeks, as the alcohol pulled you into a steady sleep. 

Chris was pacing the foyer as Sebastian hung up the phone. “Anthony found her at the park and is driving her home now. Says she's asleep in the back of the car.” Chris felt relief flood his brain. How stupid could you have been to take off like that? You didn’t realize the enemies he had, what if one of them found you before his men did? You could have been killed. He tensed his jaw when he heard commotion near the front entrance. He quickly walked to the front door and threw it open to see Anthony lifting you out of the car, his jacket over your body as you lay passed out in his arms. “Her feet have some injuries that need to be seen to,” he told another guard who radioed to someone else within the house. “Is she alright?” Chris asked courtly as Anthony walked into the house with you. 

“She should be fine, passed out drunk,” he pushed you off into Chris’s arms. “I’d suggest a glass of water and some meds next to her bed, advil, and if I were you I’d see to it that her feet get looked at before long, she has a few cuts on them.” Anthony nodded to Chris and turned walking back out.

Sebastian looked at Chris, who looked at you uncomfortably. “I can take care of her for you sir,” he said, breaking the heavy silence. Chris nodded quickly, “Yes, that’s fine. I have work to do in my study,” he said as Meghan bit her lip giving him a soft smile. “So I assume Sara is out of the picture?” Sebastian asked, raising an eyebrow as he took your limp body from Chris. 

Chris looked at him, smirking, “Sara is of no use to me anymore.” he said before turning and walking away. “She can sleep in those clothes, just put her to bed.” Chris called over his shoulder as he walked away. 

Sebastian watched him go before he carried you upstairs, once he made his way into your bedroom, he closed the door, slowly locking it. You stirred in his arms, before a soft snore came out of your lips. Sebastian smirked and gently laid you on the bed. He moved around the room effortlessly, grabbing supplies to clean your feet, applying a bandaid over a puncture in your right foot, and removing a small piece of glass from your left foot. He finished your feet and slipped your dress off of you, putting a long black satin nightie on you, it was floor length. He swallowed, avoiding drinking in your naked body before him as he pulled the material over your head, and then moved you up the bed. He put you on your side, and set your glass of water on your side table, along with two advil. 

Sebastian cleaned up your items, placing your phone on the charger, the contents of your purse was placed gently on the island in the closet, along with your shoes for you to put away in the morning. He looked back at you once more, staring longingly at you, your lips pursed, your cheek still flushed from the alcohol, he sighed looking down. You deserved better than the life you’d married into. As he left your room, he turned the lights down and quietly closed the door. When he came downstairs, he could hear Meghan moaning from Chris’s office and he clenched his jaw. 

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18+ only, please. Unprotected sex, semi public sex, language, oral sex. Sebastian.

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You watch the bun move, up, down, up, down following the drag of his tongue. The blue suit crumples where your heel presses into his shoulder than his fingers squeeze your ankle. 

“Seb-” You groan, jerking away from him. 

He pulls you back. 

You gasp, slapping a hand over your mouth as he presses closer to you. His tongue licks up, and down, dipping inside before coming up to nip at you. 

“Seb-” He flicks his eyes up, catching yours, his eyebrow raised. 

You reach down to touch his cheek, striking your thumb over his nose. His eyes close, his tongue moving faster, hands tightening. 

His facial hair is coarse, dragging across you and prickling your nerves. It’s soaked where you can touch it.

You trace his eyebrow, then following the line of his hair up. His bun is still tight, wrapped up nice and neat. It makes you grit your teeth as Sebastian moans into you. 

Your fingers slip beneath the band, and with a single tug it comes away. It’s gone and all his hair is curled in your hand. 

“Please.” He groans, shifting against you to push you further up the counter. 

“Yes.” You tug his hair back, snapping his head away from you and dragging a growl from his throat. Seb’s eyes roll back, mouth opening with his gasp. His beard shines, tongue sweeping out to lick you away. 

His eyes. 

When he looks up, gazes at you, they’re dark. The hue of his suit bleeding with the red of his cheeks and in a blink he has storms for eyes. 

You’d never been in the storm’s eye before, but if this was it like — He grit his teeth with your tug at him again and pus him closer. Your heels touch his shoulder blade, tapping it. 

“What do you want?” Seb’s tongue sweeps over his bottom lip. 

That’s what got you into this bathroom. Sebastian smiling, lifting a drink into the air as someone toasted the couple

He’d brought it back down for a sip and turned to you. His eyebrows jumped, his lip coming out to lick away the gin. 

You can’t tell him no. 

“To taste you.” He pants. 

His shoulder jerks, knees knocking forward when you yank on his hair, then he drops. His tongue licks you open, his nose and mustache scratching your clit. 

It makes you hiss, squeezing around him as his fingers move up your thigh. 

There’s a tingle in your toes that crawls up your thighs and follows the slide of his fingers into you. It builds when he crooks his fingers and tugs as he nips at you. 

Your hips jerk, snapping forwards and knocking against Seb. 

“Oh, shit-” He shakes his head, pressing down until you stop squirming.

“I’m okay.” He kisses your leg, his lips moving as he talks, “I’m fine. This is great. Please, whatever you do, don’t stop until you come. Okay? I want it.” 

You nod. 

Seb shifts until he can stand, dragging himself upward to kiss you. 

His lips are slick and warm. They taste like alcohol and the tang of you lingers after he’s gone. 

It makes a need burn deeper inside you, shifting closer to your core. 

“You want me to come?” You grab him, pulling him forward until his hips knock yours. 

His hands catch your legs. “Yes.” 

Seb leans in for a kiss, “Then fuck me.” 

He spasms, jerking forward to crash his lips into yours. It aches, the slam of his teeth as you gasp and tug at his pants. 

Seb reaches down to help, pulling at his belt, his button coming off and there is the heat of him. His briefs brushing over you and making you groan, gasping into his mouth. 

You grab onto his hip, lifting your leg higher as he drags his bottoms down. His cock slide along you, your slick guiding the way. He jerks his hips twice, catching your knee, curling his fingers around the dip and kissing you rougher. 

He bites you when your fingers wrap around him and help guide the way. 

It feels like Seb pulls the air from your lungs when he knocks his head back. His teeth bite into his lip, tugging it until the skin goes white. 

“Fuck. Fuck.” He nods, once, twice. 

Your body slides along the counter as he fucks into you. It takes your breath away, rips the feeling from your skin, and collects it into your stomach. 

As Seb moves, pushes against you, and drags you closer, the feeling builds and builds. There are his lips, his tongue, his hips snapping into yours. It’s all him. 

“Sebastian.” You groan, hips dropping to meet him. Your nails dig into his cheeks, squeezing, pressing him forward. 

“Yes.” He lets you move, helps you move up and down, and lets you guide his hips. 

“There-” right there. Right there. His knee banging into the counter, breathe sharp and humid, the squeak of your ass over the linoleum. It’s all too much, too much all at once, as Seb guides you over his cock. 

“There. Yes. Yes.” You tighten around him, latching on until the band inside you snaps and lava floods your body. It burns down your thighs, tickles your toes, and follows the curl of your fingers. 

Sebastian curses, mumbling low as he bares his teeth and fucks into you. 

“Baby,” You grab his cheeks, swipe your thumb through the wet facial hair, and sweat at his temples, “Baby, come for me.” 

Seb groans, jerks up once, twice then wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you off the counter as he steps back. 

Your hands hit the edge in a blink, nails skidding across the surface and there’s your reflection. 

There’s Sebastian. 

His baby blue suit, the jack hanging open the first three buttons undone. A peek of his briefs over the black belt. His thighs tense when he knocks you forward. 

“Handsome.” You grin at him, catching his eye as he reaches down and guides himself into you. 

“Gorgeous.” He kisses the air and snaps his hips forward. It drags you across the countertop and the button on your shirt catches.

Well, Damn. 

You watch him slide his hand over your back, down your hair to twine his fingers with yours.

Your thighs hit the edge, jarring you forward and the button snaps. Sebastian fucks into you, guiding you forward, then back, pulling your hips against him. 

His eyes catch yours in the mirror, and he winks. 

Your toe curls, knees go numb as you drop back into him and feel the pull of his cock. It’s hot, burning, filling you up again and again. 

Seb moves faster, deeper. His legs knock against you and the slap of skin on skin makes you groan. Your hand slips, elbowing dropping and your cheek hits the mirror, sliding across it. Seb reaches forward to grab your chest. He tightens around you and yanks you backward.

His other hand catches your hip, steadying you, “You okay?”

You nod, and he kisses your temple. Then his hand is pulling your knee up, resting it against the counter as he shifts himself closer to you. 

The first touch of his fingers makes you squeak, a surprised sound that turns into a mewl. He moves, slow, soft, pushing in as his fingers speed up. 

“You’re going to make me come.” You huff out a laugh. 

“Yeah,” Seb nips your ear. “That’s the point.” You reach back to grab his neck, turning him into a kiss. 

His hand speeds up, his cock pushing deeper, and the pinch of the counter makes your body jerk. Tighten. Heat spreads across your skin, deeper, fuller, dragging his name in stuttered gasps.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Seb buries his face in your neck, hips twitching. You feel the belt of his pants knock your foot. 

You laugh. 

Seb groans, and pulls his head back, “Hilarious.” He jiggles his foot a bit, and he slips out of you. 

“I don’t think we can casually walk back out there.” Along with wrinkled shirts and dirty pants, the front of your shoe got scuffed, and Seb’s hair — well. That’s going to be a problem itself if he keeps running his fingers through it. 

There’s also the drip of come on his leg where his cock rests. His chest rises and falls, fists clenching as he smiles at you. 

“I don’t know what you mean.” You turn to look at him and feel something roll under your hand. 

It’s the hair band, snapped in two, curled up around your fingers. 

“We were looking for your hair tie.” You shake it at him.

Seb laughs, “Found it.” He pulls you towards him for a kiss. “Now let’s casually walk out of the bathroom”

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