#sebastian brother

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Group Four Round One

Character info from submissions under the cut

Sebastian Brother (Canon) Sebastian is a BYU freshman who in his senior year of high school participated in a special creative writing seminar and has sold the book he wrote, and is now mentoring the following year's senior seminar. He lives in Provo and is part of a True Blue Mormon Family™️ with his dad as a bishop and is preparing to go on a mission...except he's gay and in the closet, and falling in love with bisexual Californian nonmember Tanner who he's mentoring in the senior seminar which is WOW throwing a lot on his plate!!

Lumen (Original Character by writersstareoutwindows.tumblr.com) Lumen is an aasimar ranger who belongs to a famous order of undead knights, tasked with protecting the world from an endless apocalypse. Before their death, they lived in a highly religious community that treated them with deference due to their angelic aasimar qualities. However as they got older, Lumen fell in with an extremist group that believed Lumen was the chosen one, sent to end the apocalypse for good. Unfortunately, only the dead can join the undead knights to fight said apocalypse, and so Lumen was betrayed and killed by this extremist group. Since then, they have been working to recover from the trauma of their death and the expectations placed on them in life. Lumen is an intentional exploration of my relationship to the Mormon church and faith, and their religion is based on Mormonism even if it has a different name in-game. They struggle with my specifically Mormon sense of expectation that there is one specific, very narrow path to follow. After their death and the realization that being an aasimar doesn’t make them special, they are confronting the terror of a changing identity. When you have defined yourself as the “chosen one”—or, as a good Mormon—for your entire life, how on earth do you learn to accept yourself when that changes? However, Lumen’s community was also warm, kind, and tightly-knit, full of supportive people. The extremists may lurk at the edge, always a cruel danger to be combatted, but there is something warm and worthwhile in Lumen’s memories of faith.

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Book names + authors under the cut

Nora Flood/Robin Vote- Nightwood by Djuna Barnes

Tanner Scott/Sebastian Brother- Autoboyography by Christina Lauren

Mateo Torres/Rufus Emeterio- They Both Die at the End by Adam Silvera

Sam Haversford(Sam of Wilds)/Knight Commander Ryan Foxheart- The Lightning Struck Heart by Tj Klune

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This

Give me so much Tanner Scott vibe from Autoboyography by Christina Lauren

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The Story of Us

Pairings: Tanner/Sebastian (Autoboyography)

Tags: Rated explicit for sexual content, canon-divergence

Summary: Tanner makes everything okay, and reminds Sebastian that it’s all worth it. The distance and the fabrication and the lies. Tanner understands how hard it is for Sebastian to continue to lie to his family, for how could he possibly tell them the truth? The whole truth.

That he hasn’t been to church in over a year. That he stopped going to service. That he’s currently as far from any BYU campus as physical space will allow. That he’s happily wrapped in the arms of the man he loves above anything else.

That his mission very nearly destroyed him.

Status: Complete (5,080 words)

READ UNDER THE CUT

Sebastian’s mother seems to be intent on sharing every small part of this recipe with him in the space of only a few minutes, and has seemed to forgotten that she can just e-mail it to him later.  He does appreciate all the advice, and it’s hard not to fall asleep to the familiar way she lovingly lists her instructions.

His calls home always fill his chest with a familiarity that almost aches.  There’s the constant commotion in the background that inevitably comes with having three other rapidly ageing siblings.  His mother’s talking, that’s always interrupted when Faith puts her hand too close to the stove or Aaron attempts to watch TV before he’s finished his homework.  He doesn’t mind in the slightest, as often as she apologises, because it’s all just reminders of everything he holds dear.

And everything he is sure to lose.

“A nifty trick, Sebastian, is adding a whole potato to sit in the sauce if you’ve accidentally added too much salt.”

He laughs at that.  “And then I have a marinated potato after?  Two dinners in one.”

She chuckles with him.  

Sebastian stretches across his bed, feeling the conversation coming to an end.  Just as grateful as he is for these talks, he is always just as grateful to have them end.  No matter how long he’s done this for, the lies scratch at his throat until it’s raw.  They weigh on his shoulders until he’s sure his back will break.

But what’s the alternative?

“I better go; it looks like instead of trying to sneak in TV before dinner, Aaron has taken to reading comics behind his text books.”

Sebastian laughs.  “I wonder who he got that trick from.”

“Yes, I wonder that myself.”

They both know it was Sebastian.

Eventually, she offers her good-byes and Sebastian counters with his own.  They wish their love on each other, like they always do, and words of wisdom to carry themselves through the week.  

It would be a sweet and soft sentiment, if not for the razors hidden under all the words.

Finally, the line goes dead, and Sebastian would collapse if he wasn’t already lying down.  His phone is thrown to the other side of the bed, and he rubs at his eyes, hoping to disperse some of the tension that’s built in his head.  It sort of works.

As usual, Sebastian breathes deeply, concentrating on where he is and how far he’s come; not what he’s done or who he might hurt.  A trick from his therapist that’s helped significantly with the panic attacks that used to be so frequent after talking to his family.

There’s a knock on the bedroom door.  Sebastian mumbles an affirmative, and a familiar wave of brown hair and the still too gorgeous smile appears around the corner.  Sebastian smiles back, tension easing further still.

“You okay?” Tanner asks.  Sebastian nods.  Tanner purses his lips.  “Are you really okay or are you telling me you’re okay so I think you’re okay and leave you alone but you’re really not okay?”

Sebastian laughs.  “Would you just get in here?”

Tanner happily takes the invitation and slides onto the bed beside Sebastian, aligning their bodies, wrapping an around Sebastian’s waist and using the other to card fingers through his hair.  Sebastian doesn’t just feel the tension leaving his head and the weight dispersing from his body.  He feels something else replacing it.  Something far lighter and far more welcome.  Something like acceptance and friendship and the unconditional love he didn’t find in a community where it was promised to him.

“How are they?” Tanner asks.

“Aaron gets his braces off next week.  Faith is playing an angel in the church play.  My mum told me to marinate a potato.”

He feels Tanner nod against his head.  “Oh right.  If the sauce is too salty.”

Sebastian smiles into Tanner’s chest.

Tanner makes everything okay, and reminds him that it’s all worth it.  The distance and the fabrication and the lies.  Tanner understands how hard it is for Sebastian to continue to lie to his family, for how could he possibly tell them the truth?  

The whole truth.

That he hasn’t been to church in over a year.  That he stopped going to service.  That he’s currently as far from any BYU campus as physical space will allow.  That he’s happily wrapped in the arms of the man he loves above anything else.

That his mission very nearly destroyed him.

All the talk of how he’ll find stronger devotion, become a better man, discover a more meaningful purpose didn’t prepare him for the shadows lurking beneath the glass floor, ready and waiting to eat him should it break.  There was no talk of the long hours, the rigid schedule, the lack of compassion from people who were meant to be showing him guidance.  

There was no talk of the abuse he’d receive, from everyone around him, for two whole years.  No warning of how his faith wouldn’t just be tested, but how he’d be stripped of anything else, until he was the shell of someone who had nothing left.  And when you having nothing left but faith, how are you meant not to question that too?

And question it he did.

Sebastian was home for a month before he left again.  Making up some story on the spot of how he felt drawn elsewhere and wanted to share what he had learnt with others.  His parents, who had done a great job at ignoring the shadows under his eyes and the trauma showing in the protruding lines on his face, had thought this to be a great step for him.  So Sebastian took their naivety and ran with it, all the way across the country to where he hoped everything he had sacrificed might somehow take him back.

Of all the testing his faith had been through, he never should have questioned Tanner.

Tanner had taken one look at him, read everything on his face, in his posture, in the line of his body, in the look of his eyes, and had drawn him in and held him tight for hours.  Sebastian had cried himself to both dehydration and exhaustion.  

The memories are still fresh, even as Sebastian, partly healed but always loved, lies with his face to Tanner’s chest.

Tanner kisses the top of his head.  There’s a beat of silence while they lie together, and Sebastian slowly allows himself to feel better.  They don’t talk anymore.  It’s just the sounds of Tanner’s fingers on the fabric of Sebastian’s shirt as they trail over his muscles.  The sounds of Sebastian’s soft breathing, while he attempts to hold onto this for as long as he can.  

“Do you want to be alone?” Tanner eventually asks, and he may never understand how such a simple offer means so much to Sebastian.  

One of the hardest things Sebastian has had to learn is asking for privacy.  It was one of the things he’d been so deprived of as a missionary, barely able to take a shower or go to the bathroom without the constant presence of his mission companion looming over him like a giant’s shadow.  Now, it’s what Tanner gives him when he feels he doesn’t know what to offer.  It seems counterproductive, to give Sebastian space when he seems to need support, but Sebastian couldn’t love Tanner more for it.

“No,” he answers.  Not this time.  Instead, Sebastian shifts so he can place a kiss at the hollow of Tanner’s throat.  He feels Tanner swallow, almost nervous, almost always nervous when Sebastian touches him.  “It’s getting easier.”

It’s getting easier to lie.  It’s getting easier to ignore the pain and guilt that wells up inside him everytime he talks to his family.  It’s getting easier to realise all that he left behind is, while a very large part of his identity, is not the only part of his identity.  They may never allow him to live with both, but everyday he grows closer to choosing the part he cannot live without.  

This is the right decision, he tells himself.  That leaving the church, even secretly, and hiding in the depths of Los Angeles is making him happier than he could ever be if he stayed in Provo.

Tanner helps.  He’s right there.  Always right beside Sebastian, helping him make these decisions everyday.  He never says what Sebastian thinks he’ll say, but in the best way possible.  The almost deprecating and dismissive words he is always so scared to hear and will never know how to react to if he ever does.  

“You’re doing the right thing.”  

“The church is all a lie anyway.” 

“Be grateful you escaped.”  

Tanner has never said any such thing. He only offers Sebastian a listening ear and a shoulder to cry on when it all gets too much and the world feels too dark again.

On the rare occasions when he does find the courage to talk of his experiences, to become raw with Tanner while they lie awake in the middle of the night, limbs tangled under sheets and hair tangled on pillows, he wonders if Tanner hates hearing it.  The stories.  The nightmares.  The horror tales.

And does he hate hearing them because they’re so terrifying?  Or because they’re the very real experiences Sebastian had to go through?  But Tanner always seems grateful when Sebastian opens up, and admittedly, Sebastian always feels lighter for it.  He has less of a weight to carry with him, that he’s unloaded it somewhere no one has to look at it.  His mind feels clearer.  His limbs feel looser.  

They stay like they are for a while.  The sun slowly sets, filling the bedroom with afternoon light.  The room will become too hot to stay in soon.  They should move to the living room, where they can sit under the fan while Tanner works on his essay and Sebastian works on his book.  But Tanner has taken to running his hand up and down Sebastian’s back, and it feels too soothing to disrupt.  Sebastian makes a sound.  A half-moan, half-yawn, all-happy sound.

Tanner laughs, and it disrupts a few strands of Sebastian’s hair.  He lifts himself up to crawl up Tanner’s body, the brush of lips and the scratch of Tanner’s weekend stubble creating a new and welcomed heat.  Tanner might have been in the middle of a laugh, or a smile, but it’s wiped off as he loses himself in kissing Sebastian.  Just as Sebastian loses himself in all that Tanner is.

A swipe of tongues, a squeeze of limbs, a hum from Tanner’s throat, but nothing deeper.  It’s just the press of their bodies and the warmth of each other.  It’s still enough.  

Sometimes, it’s even too much.

As they kiss slowly, Sebastian feels something awaken in the back of his mind, light on his fingers and deep in his gut.  Something he’s sure both he and Tanner would love to indulge in, but the room is growing hotter by the minute and Sebastian feels sweat begin to bead on his neck and build on the back of his shirt, so Sebastian chooses to ignore it.  They part with a wet sound, although Sebastian wonders if it’s his imagination that sees the hint of regret in Tanner’s face.

They move to the living room, blasting the ceiling fan.  Tanner grabs cans of coke from the fridge and Sebastian downs half of his in one go.  He needs the sugar hit to have an even ounce of motivation to work on his book.

“What chapter are you on?” Tanner asks, settling himself beside Sebastian on the couch and pulling his own laptop onto his knees.  

Sebastian opens his document to check his progress.  “Twenty-three.  My editor wants the confession to have more passion.”  He finds himself rubbing his eyes again, trying to dig out the stress from behind his eyeballs.  “I’m not in a particularly passionate mood though.”

He wishes he hadn’t said it, because he knows what Tanner is going to say next.  “I could help you with that.”

Sure enough, when he pulls his hands away from his face, Tanner’s eyes are hooded and his smirk is sultry.  Sebastian returns the look with one void of any amusement, but he still leans in and kisses Tanner’s lips.  It’s chaste and quick, a firm hand on his stubbly jaw to keep him in place.  

“Write your essay,” Sebastian says firmly.

“You know I love it when you order me around,” Tanner jibes.

Sebastian pretends to ignore him, but he knows Tanner has noticed his flushed cheeks and furrowed expression as he tries not to let his mind wander to images he doesn’t have the time to sit with.  Although the warmth of those images always sits under his skin, ready and very willing.

Sebastian thought he had already come to know temptation well when he first met Tanner.  Years ago now, when he was barely a familiar face to Sebastian.  Then he found himself running to hide with Tanner away from everything, and while they worked through the other myriad of problems their relationship faced, Sebastian found himself realising there was so much more temptation in a life with Tanner than just comfort and safety.  Again, he has no time to dwell on this if he wants to get this chapter at least partially edited.  

“You’re still thinking about it,” Tanner says, and Sebastian can feel the smugness in his words.

“Shut up,” Sebastian scoffs, pretending even harder to concentrate on the words in front of him.  “I hate you.”

“You wish you did.”

—

Hours later, Sebastian shuts his laptop with a resounding thwack.  He groans, rolls his neck under his hand, attempts to block out the blocks of words that he can still see even behind his closed eyes.  

“You done, babe?” Tanner calls from the kitchen.  Sebastian bites back his smile, the thrill of the pet name still fresh on his skin.  Tanner gave up on his essay only an hour ago, deciding he’d rather start on dinner.  

“Yeah,” he answers.  

“Find any words of passion after all?”

Sebastian’s laugh is more of a snort.  He places his laptop on the coffee table and walks into the kitchen where Tanner is slicing vegetables.  His eyes do not trace the lines of muscles flexing in Tanner’s biceps.  His eyes do not think of rough hands on smooth parts of Sebastian’s body.  

What is wrong with him today?

Horny.  That’s what’s wrong with him.  A word Tanner would so helpfully supply if Sebastian were to voice his current not-so-innocent thoughts.

“A few,” Sebastian replies, washing his hands and then picking up an onion to start helping.  “I outlined the sword fight between the prince and his knight.”

“Give the words of passion to them; there’s nothing sexier than a sword fight.  Two birds with one stone.”

It’s lucky Sebastian hasn’t picked up a knife yet, because his hands fumble around the onion he’s currently peeling.  He returns Tanner’s cheeky smile with a derisive look of his own, to hide the truth burning under his skin.  That he’s thought about it more than once, struggled to voice this to his editor, but secretly written such scenes when he can’t find it in himself to work on the pages that will actually make their way to publication.

And yes, the knight might share similar features with the man expertly dicing a tomato beside him, but that’s his secret.

“That would certainly be a plot twist,” Sebastian replies.  “Three books in but now the prince decides he won’t die for his queen, but stay alive for the one who was meant to die for him first.”

He says it as a joke, knowing there’s no chance on this planet for it to happen, but the worm of possibility is there and Sebastian can’t ignore it.  

“I’d read it.”

“You read anything I write,” Sebastian laughs.  “Except the shopping list.”

Tanner groans, and again, Sebastian uses the sound to picture making him groan for a different reason, and with a lot more breath behind it.  

This is getting ridiculous.

“One time!” Tanner argues.  He’s smiling though, completely infatuated with Sebastian’s bemused expression.  “I forgot the milk one time!”

“And I had to drink black tea all weekend.”

Tanner puts down his knife and suddenly grabs Sebastian’s jaw, his fingers cool and slightly sticky.  Sebastian attempts to bite back his shiver.

“Aww, babe,” Tanner chides, pressing a wet and humorous kiss to Sebastian’s cheek.  “You poor thing!  The world really is out to get you.”

Sebastian pushes him away with his free hand.  “You’re out to get me!”

It doesn’t work.  Tanner still crowds closer to Sebastian, a hand on his hip now, pulling him closer.  His voice goes quiet and trails deep in Sebastian’s gut, where it’s becoming almost impossible to keep back this feeling.

“Can I make it up to you?”

Sebastian hisses, sucks in a breath, and he knows he’s been caught.  Especially when Tanner’s fingers start digging just right into the jut of his hip, where Sebastian likes to feel it.  

Tanner’s lips are hot and fierce and Sebastian realises there’s a reason Tanner didn’t preheat the oven first.  Because now they might have to abandon their lasagne entirely in favour of take out.  Because Sebastian suddenly wants to be doing something else that’s going to take up a good few hours of their night.

Sebastian nips at Tanner’s lips and welcomes the tongue in his mouth while releasing all his pent up frustration in one long, open-mouthed moan.  He’s so easy, he knows.  Tanner could string him along for hours and barely touch him and Sebastian would still be willing for it.  

“When did you know?” Sebastian gasps as Tanner moves to kissing Sebastian’s neck.  Tanner has his body pressed to Sebastian’s pressed to the kitchen counter.  The corner of it digs into the small of Sebastian’s back, but he’s already thrumming with anticipation.  Tanner’s lips are light on his skin but his teeth are sharp on his pulse.  His mind has gone completely blank.

“Didn’t,” Tanner murmurs, his words honey sweet and dripping with purpose.  “Took a guess.”

Sebastian can’t help the embarrassing whine that tumbles from his lips.  “Good guess.”

—

He’s on his back, torn between fixating on what’s happening between his legs or watching Tanner’s arms flex where they have Sebastian caged against the mattress.  He was admiring them earlier, but now they’re completely bare and lightly glistening with sweat in the light of the bedroom lamp.  Tanner is biting his lip in concentration, and Sebastian knows he’s focusing more on his partner than himself, attempting to find the right angle that won’t cause Sebastian pain and will make this good for the both of them.  Sebastian is completely gone on the feeling of Tanner, and hasn’t felt anything other than the red hot poker in his gut for a while.  His breathing is uneven, punched from his chest everytime Tanner thrusts, and he’s been trying to beg Tanner for more, but everytime he opens his mouth, another moan escapes him instead.  

“I love your noises,” Tanner whispers.  His words are still molasses on Sebastian’s skin, a slow trickle on his nerves.  Sebastian finds his hands grappling along Tanner’s back, his nails catching skin and he knows there’s going to be angry, red marks there when they’re done.  

“You know I-” Thrust.  Moan.  Inhale.  “You know I love your arms.”

Tanner chuckles, breathless and deep, and it’s still so hot.  

“I love your lips.”  To prove his point, Tanner licks them once and kisses him twice, sweeps his thumb over the bottom lip he’s already kissed red.  Sebastian suddenly thinks of drawing it in and sucking on the pad of Tanner’s thumb.  He hesitates, before deciding to go with his gut and following through.  He’s rewarded with a faster pace.

Then it’s just them, moving fast but steady as they find pleasure with each other.  Sebastian’s words become unintelligible again, but Tanner seems to understand his pleas for more, more, don’t stop, more.

Seeing spots in his vision, Sebastian mumbles something even he himself cannot understand.

“I love you, too,” Tanner replies, in the crest of Sebatian’s ear, and his chest swells alongside his orgasm.  Tanner reaches between them to make sure Sebastian isn’t far behind him, which he never really was, but it’s enough to make his toes curl and his breath leave his body.

—

Sebastian vaguely thinks they’ve left a perfectly good onion browning on the kitchen counter, but then Tanner kisses him again and all he can think about is how empty his body feels.  And it’s a good kind of empty.  Tanner’s gentle with him now, hand cupping his face, lips tracing the ridge of his jaw.  Sweaty and naked and sticky beside each other but Sebastian wouldn’t move for the world.

“You’re so beautiful,” Tanner says, words quiet.  Sebastian blinks some comprehension back into himself, and offers Tanner a tired but completely sated smile.

“Says you,” he replies, followed by, “Thank you.”

Tanner laughs.  “You don’t have to thank me for sex.”

Sebastian swats him.  “You know that’s not what I’m thanking you for!”

Tanner laughs again but goes back to placing soft, warm and perfect kisses along the lines of Sebastian’s body he can’t see, the scratch of his facial hair causing Sebastian to shudder.  He wilts under the touch.  He really is so easy.

It doesn’t take as long as it should before Sebastian is twitching again, wanting it again.  His hand tightens in Tanner’s hair, a fist pulling at the strands, and Tanner catches on quick, because his kisses turn deeper, more purposeful.  

“I want to suck your dick,” Sebastian finds himself saying.  He doesn’t regret it.

“Jes- Sebastian!” Tanner is kneeling above Sebastian in a heartbeat.  “Warn a man before you say something like that.”

Sebastian doesn’t get to throw Tanner off very often, so is pleased with the reaction.  

“It’s more fun when I don’t.”

Tanner grumbles, but the anticipatory grin on his face betrays him while they switch positions and Tanner is on his back, getting comfortable against the headboard.  

“Uh, one thing though,” Tanner frowns as he says this.  “We’re out of the flavoured condoms, and I just used the last lubed one for….”

Sebastian falters for only a moment.

“Remember to tap out then,” he says before getting down to business.

Truthfully, he only uses them because he likes feeling Tanner finish in his mouth but hates how cum feels and tastes.  They rarely do anything without safety first, but Sebastian is feeling different today.  Maybe it was the earlier talk with his family setting him on edge.  Maybe all this really is getting too easy.  Maybe he just feels something deeper for his boyfriend than the usual bone-dense familiarity.  

All he knows is he feels he needs to be close to Tanner, wants to make him feel as good as he’s made Sebastian feel ever since they met, and he doesn’t mind doing that at the expense of making some mess.

He thought it’d be longer and slightly more work before Tanner was completely hard again, but Sebastian feels him grow on his tongue in a short time.  Maybe there’s something to be said for going raw more often.  Tanner’s fingers are gentle in Sebastian's hair, trailing on his scalp with his fingernails.  It makes Sebastian shudder around him, making Tanner groan, making Sebastian groan too.

“Fu-” he hears Tanner bite back a curse.  “You’ve gotten so good at this.”

Sebastian grinds his hips against the mattress, thrumming under the praise.  

He takes his time, wanting Tanner to understand how much he adores him, how much he would do for him.  He usually has to wear at least a thin veil of confidence when he does this; the shame and stigma of sex ingrained in his memory, buried under a scab he can never quite scratch.  But he’s enjoying himself this time, almost too much, almost too eager.

Tanner has no complaints.

He groans a little louder around Tanner when Tanner presses on his scalp, letting him  know he can get rougher, that he doesn’t have to be so gentle this time.  Tanner is hesitant to take the invitation, but is soon thrusting gently and Sebastian has completely relaxed into it.

“Okay,” Tanner gasps.  “Okay, I’m close.  I’m really, really close.”

Sebastian pulls off, one last kiss pressed to him before clasping his hand around it and finishing what he started.  He lies languidly beside Tanner, who is quick to seal their lips together while Sebastian works.  Tanner doesn’t seem to mind where Sebastian’s mouth just was.

When he finishes, it’s with a heavy groan and staccato breaths, mutters of it’s good and Sebastian’s name falling from his lips.  Sebastian rubs his thighs together, biting back the need to lean into the praise from Tanner and ask for more.

“Your turn?” Tanner asks, polite as ever.  Sebastian laughs quietly, about to ask for something simpler, when Tanner asks instead.  “Or you could roll over and I could do it the other way?”

Sebastian seizes.  Tanner doesn’t shave on the weekends, so by Sunday afternoon his usual morning stubble has grown out to a nice layer of rough hair that could almost be considered a beard.  Sebastian enjoys the feel of it against his skin, but has never stopped to think how it would feel deep between his thighs.

He does now, and he’s never wanted anything more.

He nods, slowly, careful if he moves too suddenly it might all blow away.  Tanner’s grin is back, bordering on cheeky but definitely smug, and Sebastian can’t find it in himself to feel annoyed by it.  Not when that grin disappears and the rough touch of Tanner’s jaw is already beginning to redden Sebastian’s skin.

Whatever.  No one else will see, but Sebastian is going to sufficiently enjoy the tingle he’ll have there for days.  

Sebastian hasn’t torn the sheets in his hands yet, but every time he’s slightly nervous it’ll happen.  His knuckles are white, his arms are shaking and he’s already drooled onto the pillow.  Tanner is good and quick behind him, which is its own blessing because Sebastian was never going to last long enough for him to draw it out.  He wants to know how Tanner knew that unmatching Serbastian’s pace is its own kind of love language.  

He was right though.  The contrast of Tanner’s rough beard and the heat of his mouth on Sebastian’s sensitive skin has him whining loudly.  He’s sure he’s a mess, sure he looks so embarrassing, but can’t bring himself to care when Tanner pries him apart and delivers like this.

More, more, don’t stop, more rains from Sebastian’s lips and he’s said the words so many times he’s afraid it’s losing all meaning, but Tanner never disappoints and he meets Sebastian's desperation without argument.

It’s white hot and sharp on his skin when he climaxes, crying out, the corners of his eyes wet with tears.  Tanner reaches between his legs and strokes him momentarily, just for good measure, and Sebastian is twitching by the time Tanner deigns to let go, but Sebastian can feel the temptation Tanner feels to stay.

“Alright,” Tanner gasps, whipping his mouth with the back of his hand.  “That was good.”

Sebastian is still coming down from the high Tanner just gave him, and that good, empty feeling has flooded his body.  He replies with a weak but genuine smile, and Tanner greets him at the pillows with a deep kiss.

—

“What if I did do it?” Sebastian asks, and after Tanner has given him a questioning look, follows up with “What if I did suddenly change the romance of my book?”

Tanner smiles.  Sebastian can’t really see it.  Their room is sufficiently dark once it gets late enough, tucked away in a corner of the city that gets no light pollution.  It makes moments like these far more intimate.  Makes them a stronger memory Sebastian keeps in his mind, and draws on it in his moments of weakness when the hows and the whys and the what ifs creep into his mind and become too loud for him to ignore.

“Do what you want to.  It’s your story.”

His editor might hate it.  For no other reason than it means changing a lot more than just several already well established and planned plot points.  It means more of a headache for his entire writing team.  They’d have to find new sensitivity readers.  Probably market it differently.  They might even ask him to wait until the next book.

But Sebastian was never good at waiting; he’s a man of bad timing.

“My parents will read it,” Sebastian says what they’re both thinking.  “They’ll know.”

He’s not sure coming out to them through a fairy tale is the best way to go, and yet he can’t stop the itch this idea has given him.  He wants to do something outlandish.  Something ridiculous.  Maybe it’s the only way his parents will ever see reason; see how far Sebastian is willing to go to be himself away from a community that while they sheltered him, are also responsible for the years of abuse.

Tanner squeezes Sebastian’s hand tighter, pulling it to his lips to kiss the knuckles that have gripped Tanner just as tight.

“It’s still your story.”

Is it though?

Tanner once wrote an entire book about himself and his struggles with falling in love with the wrong boy, and at the risk of a failing grade and losing his acceptance to UCLA, decided to never publish it.  Sebastian at least submitted it for him, because he saw between the lines what Tanner had failed to.

This isn’t his story.  It’s not even Sebastian’s story.  

It’s their story.

Tanner places another kiss to Sebastian’s lips, soft and clean.  Sebastian kisses him back.  It’s not for him to decide tonight which direction he’s taking now; all the choices will still be there for him in the morning.  He’s falling asleep faster than he intended to, but Tanner’s arm is a welcome weight along his middle and he brushes Tanner’s feet with his own whenever they shift.

He falls asleep with a smile on his lips and a story in his heart, beside the boy who’s given him the courage to tell it.

[navybrat817]

The Day After

Pairing: Roommate's Brother!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Your new roommate introduces you to her brother, but you met him last night.

Word Count: Over 2.3k

Warnings: Implied explicit sexual content, mention of hooking up, tension, humor, flirting, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes being a menace (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: Calling this AU About Last Night. No one asked for it. Hope you enjoy it anyway! @targaryenvampireslayer @tavners @starlightcrystalline he's such a menace! ❤️ Thanks to the lovely @whisperlullaby for prereading and assuring me it isn't garbage. Any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You groaned as you saw the time and wiped down the coffee table again. Rebecca Barnes, your new roommate, would be there any minute. You weren’t sure why you were so nervous. She seemed like a sweetheart and was down to earth, the perfect person to take the other bedroom and help with rent. Plus, she had already seen the place and seemed excited to be roommates.

She was doing you a favor by moving in. Your last roommate got engaged and moved in with her fiancé. While you were thrilled for her, keeping a place in this part of town was costly. You had debated downsizing, but there was nothing available. Giving up the place would’ve been tough as well since you did love your apartment and it was close to work.

“It’ll be great,” you said, taking a wipe to the table once more.

Maybe you were on a cleaning spree so your mind wouldn’t keep going back to the guy from last night. The one at the bar with the piercing blue eyes and charming smile. And the beefy frame and soft chestnut hair that framed his face. The same hair you pulled when he laid you down on his bed and kissed down your body and-

You jumped at the knock on your door. Now wasn’t the time to think about the guy who blew your back out. “Just a sec!” You called out, putting the cleaning supplies away before you straightened up your top. With a deep breath, you opened the door with a smile. “Becca, hi!”

Rebecca’s smile was enough to light up the whole place, her brown hair swept back to showcase her beautiful face. You imagined guys, and maybe girls, flocked to her, but she told you she was single and happy that way. You were single, too, minus whatever last night was. “Hi,” she said, balancing a box in her hand before you held your hands out to take it. “How are you?”

“Good. How are you?”

“Good, but I’ll be better once I get everything inside. I didn’t realize I had so many boxes,” she teased.

“I’m happy to help with whatever you need,” you promised, setting the box down by her bedroom door. “Is your car outside?”

“Actually, one of my brother’s friends let us use his truck to haul most of my stuff here,” she said, a worried look crossing her face as she looked your way. “It’s okay that they help move the stuff in, right? I’m so sorry. I don’t think I asked. The furniture is just a bit heavy.”

“It’s fine. You have nothing to apologize for. This is your place now, too,” you assured her. You remembered her saying she had an older brother. Was his name James? “And you shouldn’t have to lug up an entire bedroom by yourself.”

She breathed a sigh of relief. “Thanks. My last roommate would’ve flipped,” she smiled, heading back to the door to stick her head out. “This way, guys!”

The first man that walked in was thick with broad shoulders and a smile as golden as his hair. If you had to imagine an all-American man in the flesh, this guy was it. But the guy that followed inside after him, he was the one who made your heart stop. The one who made your knees buckle. Because you knew those blue eyes.

And as his eyes bore into yours, he smirked.

Fuck…

“This is Steve, one of my brother’s best friends and pretty much like another brother,” Rebecca said, pointing to the blonde as you blinked. “And that’s my brother, James. Everyone calls him Bucky.”

You were very much aware that people called him Bucky. It was the name he made you cry out when he was balls deep inside you the night before. There was still an ache between your legs that reminded you just how thoroughly he fucked you. It was a miracle you were able to walk by the time he was done with you.

Not only did you manage to walk out of his room, you left his place before he woke up.

To be fair, it wasn’t your plan to ditch him after he took you in just about every position you could imagine. You just had to get home, shower, and clean up a bit before Rebecca showed up. And you did leave your number for him.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Steve said as Bucky continued to stare.

The room suddenly felt very hot.

“James, could you not gawk at my new roommate like that, please?” his sister asked, waving a hand dismissively when he continued to stare at you. Thank god she spoke because your words were stuck in your throat. “I’m sorry. He does this weird staring thing sometimes, but he doesn’t mean anything by it.”

“It’s okay,” you said, clearing your throat as Bucky raised an eyebrow. Why wasn’t he saying anything? You didn’t know what to say. “It’s nice to meet you guys, too.”

Bucky’s pretty eyes darkened a shade as he continued to stare you down. You shifted slightly on your feet. Was he upset that you left or that you just pretended not to know him, like last night hadn’t happened? But if you said you knew him, how would you explain it to his sister? You could’ve just said you met at a bar and left it at that. Or blurted out everything.

But how the hell were you to know Bucky was her brother? It wasn’t like the two of you had exchanged last names. Oh, Jesus, what was wrong with you?

The corner of Bucky’s lip tugged in a smile as he said your name. How did he manage to make it sound like honey and something sinful? “Becca was telling us all about you on the drive over. Said you’re very welcoming.”

Blood rushed to your cheeks as he gauged your reaction. “That was nice of her to say,” you said, tearing your gaze away because you didn’t know what else to do. “Becca, I can go to the truck and-”

“Actually, could you show me where the bathroom is?” Bucky casually cut you off, jerking his head toward the door. “Steve, Becca, if you wanna grab a couple more boxes, I’ll be right down.”

“Sure,” Steve nodded as Rebecca narrowed her eyes.

“Don’t bother my roommate,” she warned before she left with Steve.

The brunette swung his head back toward you, a wolfish grin on his face as you gulped. “I won’t be a bother, will I?”

“Bathroom’s this way!” You said much louder than you needed to, your heart racing as you went down the hall. He was right on your tail and you wondered if he would figure out which bedroom was yours and drag you into it. The hall seemed more narrow with him in it. The wonderful smell of him took up the space, too. “Right there,” you said, not looking him in the eye as you pointed to the bathroom door.

He put an arm up to block your exit. “Nice to meet me, huh?” He asked, tsking as he shook his head. “Did I fuck you so good that you lost your memory?”

You inhaled, your cheeks hot. “Bucky!” You hissed, looking over his shoulder to make sure his sister and friend weren’t back yet.

“So, you do remember my name,” he said. The smirk that followed almost had you dropping to your knees. What sorcery did this man have over you and how could you get it to stop? “I mean, you should remember it. I did have you screaming it.”

You stuck a finger in his face as you stepped closer. “Shut the fuck up! If your sister hears, she might get upset and back out of the lease. And I don’t want her to leave. She’s nice and I can’t afford this place without a roommate.”

He gripped your wrist and maintained eye contact as he swirled his tongue around the tip of your finger. An unashamed whimper slipped past your lips that you couldn’t smother, yet you didn’t make a move to stop him. “My sister won't back out of the lease, so don’t worry about that.”

“O-Okay,” you said, trying not to let him distract you as he repeated the motion. Your nipples hardened under your top anyway. Damn him. “But if she stays, how am I supposed to explain that we…”

“Fucked until the sun came up then fucked again? Yeah, you're right. It might be really hard.” He tilted his head as his gaze went lower. Was he trying to kill you? “About as hard as when I had my cock in your sweet, wet-”

You covered his mouth to smother the rest of the statement, but you felt the vibration from the word “pussy” against your skin. He chuckled at your expression. The man was going to drive you crazy.

“Yes, yes. We fucked. Best fuck of my life, okay?” You admitted in a huff.

A genuine smile touched his lips as he lowered your hand. Not a smirk or smug smile, but something lighter like when the two of you chatted over a drink. A smile that made your knees weak. “I was the best fuck of your life?”

You shook your head. You shouldn’t have said that. “That isn’t the point, but I do want to point out that I don’t make it a habit of hooking up with random guys,” you said, hoping that would be the end of it.

Amusement filled his eyes. “I know. You told me that when I brought you home and I believed you,” he reminded you, your breath hitching when he leaned in close. “But you still begged me to fuck you raw. Or did you ‘forget’ that, too?”

Electricity crackled between the two of you slowly exhaled. “I didn’t forget,” you breathed, your tongue darting out to touch your lip. It almost touched his.

How could you ever forget how right it felt when he filled you up?

“Yeah? Then were you embarrassed that you went home with me?” He asked, his voice quieter than before as he took your hand in his. His thumb moved over your skin as your pulse quickened again. “Is that why you left this morning? Or acted like we hadn’t met?”

Your gaze softened. God, did you hurt his feelings? You hadn’t meant to. “No, I’m not embarrassed that I went home with you. Not at all,” you promised. Bucky was like a god and you were a mere mortal that he somehow chose to bless with his presence. “I’m sorry I left. I only did that because I had to get back here.”

“I could’ve given you a ride. Well, another ride,” he said, brushing his fingers along your cheek, his voice still not back to normal yet. “I’m a gentleman like that.”

“I didn’t want to wake you, but I did leave my number,” you said, hoping that would at least soothe the unintended wound. “And I’m not at all pointing fingers, but you didn’t exactly jump to tell your sister we had met either when you walked in.”

He shrugged and looked over his shoulder. “She’ll be back any minute. Let’s tell her.”

“Tell her what?” You asked. The two of you hooked up. There was no label or relationship yet. “We did a lot of things that I don't think she needs to hear about.”

The smile morphed back to the smirk that was getting under your skin in the best way. “Then come to my place so she can't hear the things we’ll do to each other. You know I have a great bed.”

You smiled and considered it for a moment. The handsome menace was single and so were you. Would it be so bad to go with him again? Yes. You couldn’t ditch your new roommate to hop into her brother’s bed, especially on the day she was moving in.

With a shake of your head, you backed away. “You’re unbelievable,” you replied, almost giving in when he pouted. That look probably got him whatever he wanted with most people. “And I’m not going back to your place today.”

“Why not? Like you said, you left me your number,” he said, making a show of holding up his phone. “You obviously wanted to, at the very least, talk to me again.”

“Look, Bucky, can we talk about this later? Please? Your sister’s moving in today. Let’s focus on that.”

His shoulders slumped, but he recovered in the blink of an eye. “Okay, you’re right. But you promise we’ll talk? Because I haven’t stopped thinking about last night.”

You bit your lip. Yeah, you wanted to talk to him again and it warmed your heart that he seemed interested in talking to you, too. “I haven’t stopped thinking about it either,” you told him. But you couldn’t dwell on that when you heard footsteps approaching. “I promise we’ll talk later and figure out whatever this is.”

That appeased him for now since he dropped his arm. “Later then.”

“James! Are you done going to the bathroom? I thought you were going to help?” Rebecca’s voice rang out. “Oh, God, you’re bothering her, aren’t you?”

You giggled as you ducked past him. “He isn’t bothering me.”

“But I am offering to order dinner for all of us if she doesn’t mind the company after we bring the rest of the stuff up. Maybe we can all watch a movie, too,” Bucky said from behind you, smiling when you looked over your shoulder with an exasperated gaze. “What do you say?”

You had to smile back because you knew you’d say “yes” before Steve brought the next box in.

And things were about to get a lot more interesting in your life since Bucky Barnes seemed determined to continue whatever had transpired the night before.

Neighbor!Bucky level of being a menace. 😂 I also like to imagine this is a version of Stud and Smartie in another world had she lived with his sister instead. ❤️‍🔥 How long before Becca finds out? What shenanigans will these two get up to? Do you lovelies want to see the night before? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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[levelofyoureye]

lmao so i was just going through my camera roll and clearing some photos out, when i stumbled across this screenshot i took in january of 2020 and…

i’m in shock. i literally don’t know how i forgot this happened, like i was actually astounded when i found this. NEVER forget when steve rogers’ ending was so horrifically out-of character that SEBASTIAN STAN HIMSELF posted a screenshot to instagram of a tweet dogging on his ending. it’s been years and i still haven’t forgiven marvel. i don’t think i ever will.

[flowersandfashion]

hot twink is tied up and penetrated

A Collection of Homoerotic Paintings of Saint Sebastian

Carlo Saraceni, c. 1610 /// Nicolas Régnier, c. 1620 /// Guido Reni, c. 1625 /// Nicolas Régnier, c. 1625 /// Louis Finson, c. 1613 /// François-Guillaume Ménageot, c. 1760 /// Guido Reni, c. 1615 /// Nicolas Régnier, c. 1620

[monacodive]

today in the chronicles of women in motorsport...

[oxygenpdf]

Im so convinced Seb used to like “baby” Charles. Cause like. 😭

Charles: bleh… hummus 😖

Seb: Yeah hummus..

Charles: Avocado! 😄 

Seb: yeah, it’s Avocado

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Give In » Bucky Barnes (AU)

Pairings: Step Brother!Bucky Barnes x Step Sister!Reader

Summary: You finally give in to your hot step brother.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, flirting, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, fingering, unprotected sex, riding, praise kink, name calling (slut), pet names

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

You were walking past your step brother’s bedroom when you caught a glimpse of his naked body, a towel hanging low on his hips. You honestly didn’t mean to stare. It’s just that he’s so hot and you couldn’t stop yourself from looking. “Y/N, stop it! He’s your step brother.” You thought to yourself.

“Staring is rude, you know.” Bucky says, snapping you out of your thoughts.

Bucky walked towards you and leaned against the doorframe. He was inches away from you. You watched a water droplet roll down his body. You desperately wanted to touch him so bad. You turned away and quickly made your way to your bedroom. You closed the door and leaned against it. You closed your eyes and exhaled a breath. You jumped when someone knocked on your bedroom door. You opened it to see Bucky, still in a towel.

“What? Did you come to my room to seduce me?” You say in a sassy voice.

“C’mon, sis. Don’t be like that.” Bucky coos.

You walked backwards when he walked in your room. He closed and locked the door behind him. You kept walking backwards until the back of your knees hit the edge of your bed.

“I see the way you stare at me all the time.” He says.

His hand caressed your cheek and his thumb rubbed against your bottom lip, making your breathing get heavy.

“If you want me to fuck you, all you have to do is say the word and I’ll make you feel so fucking good.” He almost whispers.

You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came out. Only a whimper. Bucky smirked. You watched his other hand push the straps of your tank top off of your shoulders. He kissed along your skin to your neck. A gasp left your lips when his teeth nipped on your skin.

“Bucky…” Your voice sounding breathless. “Th-This is wrong.” You say with a stutter.

“You know you want this.” He says against your skin.

It took everything in you not to give in to your step brother’s dirty words.

Bucky’s fingers rubbed your pussy through the thin fabric of your sleep shorts. Your thighs clamped together, trapping his hand behind your legs. He slid his hand inside one of the pant legs of your shorts. His fingers immediately felt how wet you are just by touching your panties.

“You sure you don’t want to give in?” He asks with a teasing smirk.

You whimpered and shook your head no, lying to yourself and Bucky.

“Your mind may be saying no…” He slid your panties to the side. “For now…” His fingers rubbed in between your wet folds. “But your pussy is saying yes.” He says.

Bucky slid two fingers in your pussy, making your hand grasp onto his biceps. His thumb applied pressure on your clit as his fingers began fucking you.

“I better that feels good, huh?” He whispers in your ear. “You like it when I fuck you with my fingers, baby?” He asks.

You hummed in response and nodded your head. Your nails dug in his skin the faster his fingers fucked you. His thumb rubbed your clit in slow circles, teasing you. Bucky’s free hand found its way to your face, gently grasping your jaw and kissed you hungrily. You moaned against his lips.

Your mind was all over the place. It’s taking everything in you to not give in, but Bucky is making that very hard for you. Considering that he’s standing in front of you, wearing nothing but a towel and his fingers are fucking you. You bit your bottom lip to keep moans from coming out.

“Let me hear those pretty moans, baby girl.” Bucky whispers in your ear.

You desperately wanted to release your moans. You felt like you were on a loose thread at the moment. You parted your lips to release a shaky breath. Bucky was determined to get you to get you to give in. He achieved that. A loud moan left your lips, making Bucky smirk to himself.

“Atta girl.” He coos. “I knew you would let me hear those pretty moans.” He says.

Your legs began to shake a little bit from the amount of pleasure you receiving. Bucky wrapped his free arm around your waist and pulled you against him to keep you from falling. You gasped when you felt his bulge against your thigh.

“I know you’re about to cum, baby.” Bucky almost whispers. “Just give in.” He coos. “I can make you feel so fucking good.” He says.

Your eyes fluttered shut and your head tilted back. Bucky was really enjoying this. He was watching you fall apart on his fingers. He could tell you couldn’t take it anymore.

You moaned his name loudly as you came on his fingers. His thumb gave your clit one last rub before he took his fingers out of your pussy. You lifted your head so you were face to face with him. You were panting as you stared into his lust filled eyes.

“Fuck me.” Is all you said.

Bucky kissed your lips hungrily before striping you from your clothes. Your hands tugged on his towel and dropped it on the floor. You pulled away from his lips to lay down on your bed. You shamelessly looked down at his hard cock, biting your bottom lip. He’s bigger than you excepted.

“My eyes are up here, pretty girl.” He says with a smirk and snapped his fingers.

You voluntarily spread your legs for him to get in between them. Bucky got in between your legs and sat back on his knees. He grasped your hips and pulled you closer to him, pulling you onto his lap and put your legs on either side of him. You moaned when his cock bumped your pussy. You instinctively moved your hips against his, rubbing your pussy against his cock. Bucky put his hands on your hips, keeping you in place and helping you move against him.

“Such a little slut. Grinding your little pussy on my cock.” He says huskily, sounding cocky.

You moaned when he called you a slut. Normally you wouldn’t be turned on by being called a slut, but this time is different. Bucky makes it sound hot.

Bucky stopped your movements and lifted you just enough so your pussy was hovering above his cock. He wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked it a couple times before lining it at your entrance. He slid his tip inside of you and you sunk down on his cock. Your mouth fell open, a relieved moan leaving your lips.

“I bet that feels good, huh, baby?” He coos. “My cock in your pussy.” He says.

You bit your bottom lip and hummed in response, nodding your head.

You gasped when his cock practically touched your sweet spot, that’s how deep he is. You wrapped an arm around his neck as you started riding him. Bucky’s became occupied with your breasts, kissing and sucking on them. His tongue flicked against and circled your nipples. Your head fell back and you arched your back. You practically shoved your breasts in Bucky’s face and he was absolutely loving every second of it.

Bucky’s hands found their place on your hips, helping you with your movements. He kissed his way from your breasts to your lips. The kiss was heated and sloppy. Bucky’s tongue licked across your lips to get you to open them. You parted them enough to let his tongue enter your mouth. You two moaned against each other’s lips.

“Bucky…” You moaned, loving the feeling of the veins of his cock rub along your walls.

One of his hands cupped your on of your breasts, giving it a squeeze. His thumb rubbed against your nipple before pinching it. A moan fell from your lips, loving the new sensation. Bucky smirked to himself and did the same thing with your other nipple, earning the same reaction.

His hand wandered down your body, stopping on your clit and his fingers began rubbing it. You looked down, watching his fingers rub your clit in circles. Bucky watched your mouth fall open when he started rubbing your clit. He smirks to himself, loving the affect he has on you.

“Bucky…” You moaned. “Fuck me please!” You begged.

Bucky didn’t need to be told twice. His fingers left your clit, making you whine at the loss of the rubbing. He wrapped his arms around your waist and gently laid you on your back.

“I love it when you beg me.” Bucky says huskily.

He hovered over you, putting one of his hands on the headboard and put one of your legs on his shoulder. That’s when he started pounding into you, catching you completely by surprise. Your head fell back against the pillow and your mouth fell open, strings of moans leaving your lips. His cock hit your sweet spot perfectly and relentless at this angle.

Bucky looked down at you, watching your breasts jiggle as he fucked you. He quickly became mesmerized with your breasts. He lean down, kissing along the swells of your breasts and marked you up more, his lips making their way to your nipples. He latched his lips on your nipples and swirled his tongue around them, making you arch your back in pleasure. You pushed your breasts more in his face and he was all for it.

One of his hands snaked its way down to your clit and began rubbing it in fast circles. His name fell from your lips like a chant. It was like music to his ears.

“Yes! Fuck!” You moaned when his cock hit your sweet spot. “Right there!” You tell him.

Bucky smirks to himself and continues to pound into your sweet spot, your pussy clenching around his cock. He moaned at the feeling. Two of Bucky fingers rubbed against your bottom lip. You parted your lips just enough for him to slide his fingers in your mouth. You knew what he wanted. You wrapped your lips around his fingers and swirled your tongue around them, getting them wet. Bucky got even more turned on as he watched you do that. He took his fingers out of your mouth and blindly felt for your clit while maintaining eye contact with you, finding it with ease.

“F-Fuck!” You moaned when he gave your clit a pinch.

Bucky smirks to himself and bit his bottom lip, loving the reaction he got out of you when he did that. He did it again, earning the same reaction again. His thrusts got faster. The sound of skin slapping and sex filled the room. Your hands found their way to his back, your nails digging in his skin. Bucky slightly hissed at the feeling, but loved it.

“B-Bucky, I’m- mmm fuck! I’m getting close.” You say through a moan.

“I know, babe.” He pants. “I can feel your pussy squeezing my cock.” He says, moaning at the feeling of your pussy squeezing around his cock.

His fingers applied more pressure to your clit as he rubbed it. His cock hit your sweet spot over and over, making your orgasm build up rather quickly. It felt like your orgasm was about to come crashing down on you any second. Your legs began to shake a little against his hips. Bucky smirks to himself again, knowing that he’s doing a good job if your legs are shaking.

“Bucky, please!” You begged desperately. “Can I cum?” You asked, followed by a small whimper.

“You don’t need my permission to cum, baby.” He states. “Cum for me. Make a fucking mess on my cock.” He says.

That’s all it took for you to fall over the edge. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your mouth fell open, his name leaving your lips as you came hard. Bucky gave your clit one last rough rub before focusing on his own orgasm. His thrusts became sloppy, meaning his orgasm was building up quickly. He lost rhythm with his thrusts for a short moment before regaining it. A loud fuck left his lips as he came inside of you. He thrusted a few more times before his thrusts came to a slow stop.

He pulled out of you and laid down next to you. The two of you laid there sweaty and breathless, staring up at the ceiling. You were caught off guard when Bucky put his hand on your thigh and gave it a squeeze, making you turn your head towards him so you were looking at him.

“That was so fucking hot.” Bucky says.

“Mmm.” You hummed, agreeing with him.

You rolled over, getting on top of him, kissing his lips.

“Round 2 in the shower?” You suggested seductively.

“You read my mind, baby girl.” He says with a smirk.

Giving in to your hot step brother was the best thing ever.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll’s

[mormon-character-tournament]

Group Four Round Three

Character info from submissions under the cut

Mumen Rider (Headcanon) Mumen Rider is a superhero, but objectively not a very good one: he’s stuck in Class C, the lowest ranking of heroes, probably because he doesn’t actually have any powers or combat training. But he’s got a stronger sense of justice and bravery then most Class S heroes, and no amount of getting himself hurt by going up against huge monsters or hardened criminals is going to change that. He knows he can’t do much, but he’s determined to give it his all no matter what. His super powers are a) biking and b) being nice. You CANNOT tell me he’s not an RM. Bet, he served in the Philippines.

Adam Campbell aka Deputy Deseret (Canon) Deputy Deseret, a cowboy sharpshooter, wields the firearms of the old west gunslinger Porter Rockwell, which fire ghostly rounds and destroy any malicious creatures in their path. The deputy struggles to quiet an intensifying voice that is encouraging more and more violent solutions to his problems. Deputy Deseret is a member of the Salt City Strangers and seems to be a relatively devout member.

Sebastian Brother (Canon) Sebastian is a BYU freshman who in his senior year of high school participated in a special creative writing seminar and has sold the book he wrote, and is now mentoring the following year's senior seminar. He lives in Provo and is part of a True Blue Mormon Family™️ with his dad as a bishop and is preparing to go on a mission...except he's gay and in the closet, and falling in love with bisexual Californian nonmember Tanner who he's mentoring in the senior seminar which is WOW throwing a lot on his plate!!

[doctorsiren]

thinking about Phoenix Fulwright….😳

[notafunkiller]

we found wonderland

Summary: You have a choice to make: you either set yourself free or continue to play the game.

Pairing: (fake) boyfriend’s brother!Bucky Barnes x female reader

Warnings: 18+, age gap (r is 26, Bucky is 39), teasing, dirty talk, unprotected séx (but she is on the pill), pet names, daddy kínk, language, implied aftercare, no mention of y/n

Word Count: 2.4K

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Bucky Barnes masterlist

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this mini-series! Thank you for reading!

Please, do not repost or translate without my permission!

You had decided you should wait for a week before making your relationship public, using that time to try to convince your parents to change their mind while Bucky plays pretend with his. It’s not an ideal situation, but he understands, keeping the truth to himself.

What he can’t keep to himself is his hands. Not that you can… but as soon as he comes home, he’s all over you, not even caring you are in the living room sometimes.

Acting like you’re just friendly is very hard for you. You want to touch and kiss him like crazy. Having sex with him changed the game, and now you try your hardest to find a way out of this deal so you can be in this relationship completely.

You laugh at the way he pouts. “You’re really adorable for an old man.”

“Is it so crazy I want us together?”

You melt, leaning in to kiss his chin. “That’s not crazy, baby, but isn’t that a little fast?”

“We’ve been living together for months now. What’s the difference?”

You wish you could find the right words to explain it. It’s quite scary and exciting, but it feels strange. “We’ve been together for a couple of days. Maybe we don’t…”

“Are you thinking of a break up already?”

You jump immediately. “No! Maybe we don’t have things figured out enough yet. And by we I mean me. I won’t have a job anymore if my parents don’t change their minds. I won’t have a real home. I won’t have anything but you. And I love every moment I spend with you, but I want something of my own, and I definitely don’t want to feel like a burden even if you don’t make me feel like that. My life is a mess.”

“And I want to help. I am not trying to control you or suggest something you don’t want, but we are friends, too, not just a couple. I am here for you. You can stay with me as a friend if not as a boyfriend. I want you safe.”

You say nothing, only staring at him for a while. You don’t even know what to say because the mix of emotions you feel is confusing.

“You know what I want?”

“What?”

“I want to fuck you right now.” You don’t try to hide your neediness as you place your hands on his shorts. “Can I, baby? Can I ride you?”

“Fuck, you’re gonna kill me before I turn forty. Is this your plan? Do you want me gone?” He’s already raising his ass so he can help you take off his shorts quicker.

“I want you with me always. Want you inside me so badly.”

He groans at your tone. “Then go for it, baby, take whatever you want. It’s all yours. I’m all yours.”

You smile eagerly seeing his hard cock, and lift his T-shirt. You cannot stand anything between your bodies right now. You just need to feel him. “God, we should go to the bedroom, but I can’t wait.”

You take off your underwear, unable to wait any longer. As if someone is holding a knife to your throat, and if you don’t get Bucky inside you in the next seconds, you’re gonna die.

“Anyone can walk in,” he says as if it’s the most normal thing in the world. He probably even enjoys it. “Can you imagine their faces?”

You snort, bringing his dick to your entrance without hesitation after spreading your legs further apart. “No, but I can imagine yours when you come.”

“You don’t need to imagine. You’re gonna see it up close if you hurry up.”

Neither of you even realize you’re not using a condom for the first time until it’s too late and you’re already sliding down.

Your grasp on his shoulders is so forceful, you’re sure it will leave a mark, as you moan his name.

“James…” You desperately look at him, wanting to see if he feels the same. “We’re not using anything.”

“I c-can feel that.”

“God damn it, James,” you sound like you’re scolding him, but in reality you are just overwhelmed.

“What did I… fucking hell, I am totally not getting to turn forty. I will die tonight.”

You ask with your eyes closed. “Do you want me to get a condom?”

“No, I want to die.” He groans, already in a different space. “Unless you want to… I am clean and you are, of course, and I can pull out, but like it’s not… I can go grab a condom right now.”

You immediately shake your head, placing your hand on his chest. He’s not gonna do that. He has to make you come.

“You are not going anywhere, you get out of me and I’ll die!”

“So you’re ovulating?” He asks casually, with a playful grin spread across his face.

You chuckle, hitting him in the shoulder. 

“Yes, I am, and you gotta take care of me.”

Bucky groans, grabbing your ass, unable to keep his hands off you. You’re so hot and warm. “You’re really, really wet, princess.”

“Ihm.” You slide down further, almost taking all of his cock. “Look how deep I took you now.” You moan proudly, feeeling so stretched like this. “Look at this, daddy.”

And when he lets his eyes drop to your entrance, he has no idea how he doesn’t com right then. The sight is incredible.

“Baby…”

“I’m your baby, daddy.” You quickly take off your T-shirt at the same time you move your hips. As soon as he’s naked, you grab your breasts, holding them together with a smirk. You know that is going to affect him, and it makes you feel powerful.

“Oh God,” he groans as you bring your breasts closer to his mouth.

“Come on, daddy, go ahead.”

It’s all he needs to hear before he takes your right nipple into his mouth and the left one between his fingers. Riding him like this is a little difficult, but it’s not impossible. You love getting your breasts played with, and he loves doing it.

There is also something really hot and thrilling about the possibility of getting caught. You have no idea why and how, but you’re going to enjoy this as much as you can.

“You feel so good like this, nothing between us. Nothing between your come and me,” you moan, not even thinking about what you say.

“You can’t say that and expect me to be strong.”

That makes you laugh. “I’m on the pill, though, you don’t have to be strong.”

“Fucking hell, you’re gonna drive me crazy.” He starts to thrust his hips back so he can meet you halfway. Riding him feels so, so good. You got him deeper, and the lack of a condom makes you properly feel his thickness.

“You feel so… Fuck, your cock is filling me just the way I need it.” You grab his shoulders so you can move faster. “You’re such a good daddy, let-letting me use you right here, where everyone could see us.”

“You love using daddy’s cock.” He looks so drunk, in so much pleasure. “Such a naughty girl.”

“I’m your naughty girl, James.”

“All mine.” His hands on your hips help you move faster indeed, and you’re already so close you can barely keep your eyes open.

“F-faster.”

Bucky stops thrusting his hips back, and you groan. You need more.

“If you want it faster, keep your eyes on me, pretty girl.”

“I c-can’t-” As much as you want to fight this, your eyes instinctively close again. “Ss-so close.”

He can hear your desperation and without hesitating, he brings his hand into your hair and pulls unexpectedly hard. That’s enough for you to come loud. So loud you can hear yourself as you let the pleasure consume every bit of you.

But Bucky doesn’t stop moving his hips, making your orgasm last longer. He’s saying things, probably dirty things, in your ear, but you can’t understand anything. Your ears are still ringing.

And just like that, Bucky comes too, with his right hand still wrapped around your hair while the left one is digging into the skin of your hip.

“Fuck, I’m coming inside you, baby, can you feel it? Can you feel me filling your pussy, baby?”

“Ihm,” you can barely whisper, too overwhelmed by everything.

“Whose come?”

“Y-yours.”

“Good girl.” He groans as soon as he finishes coming, wrapping his arms around your waist and hugging you. “This feels like heaven.”

“I don’t think I can go back to wearing a condom now. I mean if you want to…”

“Are you sure? We can still use one just to make sure we are safer.”

You peck him. “We can still use it, don’t worry, I get it. Looking out for me and stuff.”

He lets out a deep breath, thankful you understand what he means.

“Of course I am looking out for you, that’s my job.”

“Job? You are my daddy, not my mom or dad.”

“I am your partner and your friend. I will always look out for you.”

A sudden urge to fuck him again takes over your body, but before you can do it, your phone starts ringing.

Bucky gives you the phone without moving, and when you both see it’s his brother, you groan.

“Hi, William.” You try to sound as normal as possible, but your voice is so raspy it’s impossible.

“Hey, gonna be home in a few minutes. Are you okay? Is Bucky home yet?”

“Ihm, he came.” You wink at James. “All good here. See you.”

You don’t wait for him to answer before you’re hanging up.

“You came too.”

You giggle immediately. It’s hard not to be around Bucky; he is goofy at the right time. “We need to clean up, though, he’s close.”

“Alright.”

*

Your parents didn’t want to listen to you at all. You didn’t have the chance to talk at the party since they’re avoiding you at all costs, and you had to go outside not to cry in front of everyone. You don’t just feel alone and treated like shit, you feel humiliated.

You’re lucky Bucky went to pick up William because his car broke down halfway here, so he didn’t actually witness your breakdown. You know he’d have done something about it. Something you should.

At this point, what do you really have?

“Hey, are you well? Why are you outside, it’s freezing?”

Bucky’s voice makes you jump as he’s suddenly by your side, rubbing your arms. William is right behind him.

“Baby, why are you outside?”

You see Bucky rolling his eyes, and you sigh.

“I wanted some fresh air, William.” You turn toward Bucky before taking a step back. You don’t want him to think you reject his touch. You really need his hug, but it’s not about what you need. “We should go inside.”

He nods, and all three of you make your way close to the improvised stage in the main room.

It’s crazy how many people actually came; it almost feels suffocating.

Your parents have been talking for a while, you assume, because people were animated. You wonder what they promised them.

“And since we’re all here now, I have something to announce,” Bucky’s dad takes the microphone all of a sudden, and William sighs. You want to ask him what is going on since he looks nervous, but you don’t have time to. “I want to invite my son, William, on the stage with us.”

And then he calls your name.

You look at both of your parents, trying to understand why you’d be needed there, and Bucky is just as confused as you are. Everyone starts clapping, and you find yourself dragged on the stage before you can protest.

“Tonight marks a very special moment for us both: professionally and personally.” You freeze, looking at Bucky instantly, but he’s also shocked, shaking his head. “A partnership that will last for a long time, hopefully, passed to a real-life partnership that has developed over the last months.”

William smiles proudly when his dad pats him on the back, and you want to throw up right then.

You turn your head to your parents, who display the fakest smiles you’ve ever seen. They don’t care about what you want. About what you need. Either way, you’re alone, and you cannot continue to play their game. You can’t!

And before anyone can stop you, you’re basically running down the stairs, straight toward Bucky. You quickly wrap your hand around his neck and force him to lean in so you can properly kiss him. You sense his surprise, but you don’t stop, using the opportunity to shamelessly kiss him in front of the whole company, including your parents. He’s yours, and everyone should know it.

He cups your face when you break off the kiss to breathe, and you smile.

You finally did it! You’re free.

You don’t need to turn around to know how upset your families must be. Everyone around you is either gasping or whispering around. You know they’ll be talking about this for a solid week at least, but you’re not gonna be there to hear. You won’t explain anything to them, and they can consider you a cheater who fucked the other brother all they want. It is not your mess to fix. You just want to leave.

“Let’s get out of here,” you whisper, taking his hand. All you want is to eat something and suck him off. “I need to pack my stuff.”

“Are you sure?” He asks concerned as you start to walk toward the exit. Neither of you turns when William calls your names.

“I have never been more sure in my entire life.”

He says nothing as you reach his car, lifting the hand he’s been holding closer to his lips so he can brush a tender kiss against the back of it.

You’re going to be okay.

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Brother's best friend! Noah

Pairing: Noah sebastian x reader

Summary: Seeing Noah at night.

Tw: fluff, tiny bit of angst

The house was quiet, save for the occasional creak of the wooden floorboards beneath your feet. You held your breath with each step, your heart pounding in your chest like a drumbeat in a silent room. The hallways of the shared house were dim, moonlight filtering through the thin curtains, casting eerie shadows that danced with every soft gust of wind.

You paused just outside Noah’s door, the faint sliver of light spilling from the slight opening he always left for you. The door was always ajar, just enough for you to slip in without a sound. You pressed your palm against the wood and pushed it open, just a fraction more, enough to let you in. Inside, Noah was already lying on his bed, propped up against the headboard with his phone in his hands.

His long hair is a bit messy and he is wearing a big t-shit with a naruto character on it. There’s something so inherently comforting about seeing him like this, so relaxed and at ease.

He looked up at the sound of the door, a soft smile but sleepy spreading across his face when he saw you. His eyes seemed to light up, a look of pure affection crossing his features. He put the phone aside, not caring about where its place was, and held out his hand to you.

"Hey,” you whispered, closing the door behind you with a careful hand. You took a few steps toward him, your heart racing even faster now, but for a different reason, you missed him more every day you couldn't spend with him.

"Hey,” Noah whispered back, his voice low and husky, carrying all the warmth you had come to cherish. His hand found yours, pulling you closer, until you were crawling into the bed beside him. He immediately wrapped his arm around you, drawing you into his chest. You could feel the steady beat of his heart against your ear, soothing and familiar.

Every night was like this. Sneaking into his room when the world was asleep, finding solace in his arms. That was your safe place, he was your safe place, where everything felt right, where you could forget the fear of being discovered, if only for a few hours.

He didn’t say anything, just leaned in slowly, giving you enough time to pull away if you wanted to. But you didn’t. You leaned in, closing the distance between you, your lips meeting his in a tender kiss. His lips were soft and warm against yours, moving slowly, as if savoring every second of contact. The kiss deepened, a sweet yet desperate need to feel closer to him, to make up for the moments spent apart in secret. His hand came up to cradle your cheek, his thumb brushing gently against your skin.

You could feel the warmth of his breath against your face, the steady beat of his heart as his lips moved against yours. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, not wanting to let go. You could taste the lingering hint of the coffee he must have had earlier, and it made you smile against his lips.

Noah’s hand slid down to your waist, anchoring you to him, his grip firm yet gentle. When you finally pulled away, breathless and a little dizzy, you rested your forehead against his, your noses brushing. The room was only filled with the soft sound of your breathing.

“I missed you,” Noah whispered, his voice barely more than a breath, his lips still so close that they brushed against yours as he spoke.

“I missed you too,” you murmured back, your hand gently caressing the back of his neck. He smiled softly, a smile meant only for you, and pressed a light, lingering kiss to your forehead. You could feel the love in his touch, in the way his lips lingered against your skin, as if trying to make the moment last forever.

“How was your day?” he asked softly, his breath warm against your hair.

“Good,” you murmured. “Better now.”

You looked up at him, and he was gazing down at you with such intensity that it made your breath catch. His hand moved to your cheek, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. You leaned into his touch, closing your eyes, savoring the moment. His touch was always gentle, always tender.

“Wish we didn’t have to hide,” he said quietly, a hint of sadness in his voice. It was a sentiment he had expressed before, and one you felt just as strongly. You opened your eyes to meet his, the brown of his irises soft in the dim light.

“I know. But we have to."

He sighed, pulling you closer, his lips brushing the top of your head once again.

“I know,” he echoed, and you could feel the weight of his words, the heaviness that matched your own. You traced your fingers over his arm, feeling the smooth lines of his tattoos beneath your fingertips. You had memorized each one by now, the ink a familiar landscape that you found yourself returning to time and time again.

You knew every detail, every curve, every line. The two of you lay there in silence for a while, the quiet of the room filled only with the sounds of your breathing. You could feel the rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek, the steady rhythm lulling you into a sense of peace.

But all too soon, after you fell asleep in his arms and spent the night there, the first light of dawn began to creep in through the window, and you knew it was time. Your heart ached as you gently lifted his arm from around your waist, moving slowly so as not to wake him. Just as you were about to slip out of bed, a soft whisper broke the silence.

“Don’t go.” You froze, your heart clenching at the plea in his voice. You turned back to look at him, his eyes still closed, but his brow furrowed as if he was dreaming. You moved a stand of hair out of his beautiful, sleepy face, then you leaned down, brushing your lips softly against his.

“I have to,” you whispered back, your voice barely audible. You wished you didn’t. You wished you could stay here, wrapped in his arms forever, but you knew the reality of your situation. You couldn’t risk it, not yet. Maybe one day. You slipped out of the room as quietly as you had come, the door clicking softly behind you. The hallway was still and silent, the house still asleep.

You made your way back to your room, your steps slow, reluctant. Each step away from him felt like a weight in your chest, a distance you hated to put between you. Back in your room, you leaned against the door, closing your eyes.

The scent of his cologne lingered on your clothes, a comforting reminder of the moments you shared. You held onto that, as you climbed back into your bed, pulling the covers up around you.

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Sunshine behinde the camera

At just 18 years old, Isabela Ferreira, affectionately known as “Sunshine” by the McLaren Formula 1 Racing team, lands her dream job as their new team photographer. Hailing from Brazil, Isabela’s vibrant spirit and keen eye for capturing the thrill of the race quickly make her a beloved figure among the drivers, fans, and crew. But behind her bright smile and stunning photographs lies a challenging home life, as she navigates the emotional aftermath of her parents’ divorce.

As Sunshine immerses herself in the fast-paced world of Formula 1, she finds unexpected support from the drivers both on and off the grid. They become her mentors, friends, and protectors, helping her through the toughest moments. With their encouragement, Sunshine learns to balance her passion for photography with the complexities of her personal life, discovering strength she never knew she had.

started: 10.08.24

last updated: 13.08.24

2024 season

The beginning

Testing

Bahrain/Sachir

Saudi-Arabia/ Dschidda

Australia/ Melbourne

Japan/ Suzuka

China/ Shanghai

USA/Miami

Italy/ Imola

Monaco/ Monte-Carlo

Canada/ Montreal

Spain/ Barcelona

Austria/ Spielberg

Great Brittan/ Silverstone

Hungary/ Hungaroring

Belgum/ Spa-Francorchamps

Summerbreak

Netherlands/ Zandvoort

Italy/ Monza

Azerbaidshan/ Baku

Singapur/ Singapur

USA/ Austin

Mexico/ Mexico

Brasil/ Sao Paulo

USA/ Las Vegas

Qatar/ Losail

Abu Dhabi/ Yas Marina

Winterbreak