#BUT STILL KEEPS HIS HAND ON SEB'S HIP OKAY!

[skitskatdacat63]

It's just still brainrotting me so badly, LIKE WHAT IS GOING ON HERE!?!?!?!?!

[fxrmuladaydreams]

if it’s okay may i request “ why is there rope next to bed ? “ for seb weekend please :)

requests for seb weekend are currently closed

warnings: !! ALLUSIONS TO SMUT, MINORS DNI !! bondage, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected p in v, slutty seb who realizes he’s fallen for someone 🥰

You giggle as you stumble into Sebastian’s bedroom, him trailing behind you with his hands planted firmly on your hips. His lips travel along your neck, leaving a trail of sloppy, wet kisses in his path.

After securing another win, then being dragged out for the night by other drivers, he wanted nothing more than to bring you back to his room and ravish you.

You lean back into him, happy to be in his embrace, glad that you’ve been given even just an ounce of his attention. You reach a hand back to tangle it in his hair, gently tugging on it. Your eyes trail down to the floor next to his bed. There lies a pile of rope, nothing too sturdy, something most likely used for working out.

“Why is there rope next to the bed?” You ask him.

You can feel him smirk against your neck. “Used it last night, schatz.” He gently bites against your pulse point. “Wanna try it?”

You try not to let your heart sink too much thinking about the other women Sebastian has inevitably taken to bed. He’s at the prime of his career, he’s handsome, and dangerously charming.

You turn in his hold and wrap your arms around his neck. “Are you using it on me? Or should I tie you up?” You ask, nudging your nose against his.

His lips chase yours as they move away from his. Honestly, he’d let you do anything you wanted to him. He’d been so desperate to get his hands on you all weekend, wanting to keep you all to himself.

“Get on the bed.” His voice is raspy as he nods to his bed.

You do as he says, getting on the bed while stripping your clothes off and tossing them away. He does the same, letting his eyes roam over your body, and attempting to ignore the way his heart stutters in his chest.

He gently takes your wrists and ties them to the headboard, checking several times to make sure he hasn’t tied them too tight and that you’re still comfortable.

He takes his time with you, making you fall apart with his tongue, then his fingers, then twice on his cock.

He’s quick to untie you once you’ve both caught your breath. He holds you in his arms, gently massaging the irritated skin on your wrists. He falls asleep not long after you do, and is the first to wake up in the morning.

You’re laying on his chest, your hair is a mess, and you leave a little bit of drool against his skin. He can feel your warm breath on him, and smiles to himself, wrapping his arms tighter around you, thinking Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, staying with her for a while.

[maxillness]

Figure You Out || KR7 x Seb’s gf!Reader

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, cheating, thigh grinding, oral (f), fingering,

Wordcount: 1.1k

Kimi was sitting with Sebastian around a table just sitting and talking “I got her a penthouse on the west side”

When will he learn she’s afraid of heights? “Oh, nice”

“Yeah. I also got her a Benz” He smiled at his teammate

When will he learn she likes to tandem bike? “Wow”

“Yeah- Oh, hey, liebe” She had walked over to the table, catching Kimi’s eyes before Seb’s

“Hey. Whatcha talking about?” She asked, sitting down on Seb’s lap, her arm around his neck as his were around her waist

“You” She chuckled as she felt his lips against her jaw “Don’t worry, only the good parts”

She was about to speak, but Seb’s phone rang on the table

“Sorry, I need to take this” She stood up so he could walk away to speak in private

“You okay, Kimi?” She noticed the way he hadn’t said a thing since she had joined them “What’s on your mind?”

I could love you with my eyes close

Kiss you with a blindfold

Figure you out

I might hold you with my hands tied

Show you I’m the right guy to figure you out

“Nothing. I’m fine” He leaned back and crossed his legs by his ankles, his arms crossing over his chest

She kicked his foot under the table, getting his attention back again “You know, you can always talk to me if you need to” She smiled, leaning over the table

God, did her boobs look good like that. He knew it was wrong of him to look, but he just could keep his eyes away

“Why are you still with him?” He asked, managing to get his eyes upwards for the conversation

“What do you mean?” She kept her position but with a confused face instead

“He obviously doesn’t know you. ‘Penthouse by the west side’ while you’re afraid of heights. ‘A Benz’ when you like to tandem bike. He doesn’t know you, rakkaus” He leaned forward, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, brushing her cheek with his thumb

She has never heard him say anymore than 7 words in a row without somebody else speaking in between, so his words startled her a bit

“I don’t have the heart to break up with him, besides, the sex is good” She shrugged, light smile on her lips

“I could treat you so much better” He whispered, leaning back into his chair “And the sex” He almost regretted saying it when he noticed she had heard

She looked over her shoulder, seeing Sebastian deep into his conversation on the phone. She looked back at him before standing up

“I need you to prove that theory” She walked towards the bathroom, Kimi hurried to follow after her

He had her immediately pressed up against the door, lips on hers as his hand went to lock the door

Her hands went to the back of his head, pressing him further into the kiss. She groaned into his mouth when his hands went on her hips as his leg shifted to be between her thighs

“Please, Kimi” She started grinding against his thigh, pulling whimpers out of herself “Please, I need you so bad”

“Sure about that, rakkaus?” He smirked into the kiss “Sure you don’t want to go back to that boyfriend of yours?”

“N-no” Her hands went down his chest, landing them under his shirt “Need you to prove you’re better than him, please”

“He’s gonna kill me” He mumbled as he got down on his knees

He looked up at her while he pushed her skirt up above her waist. Her hands were placed on his shoulders as he pulled down her panties

“Only if he finds out” She said, her breath hitching as he placed her leg over his shoulder

“Then you better keep quiet, Rakas” He smiled into the skin of her thigh as he kissed her there

She let her head fall back against the door and bit her lip as his tongue drew through her folds, collecting the wetness she had gotten

One of her hands come up to cover her mouth as her sounds were threatening to spill out of her as his tongue made contact with her clit

“Fuck- just like that” She started grinding down in his tongue, giving her more friction on her clit

She felt the tips of his fingers tease her entrance before pushing inside her. She had to bite down onto her hand to minimise her sounds as he started moving inside her

Her other hand that wasn’t in her mouth, tangled in his hair, her grip so tight it pulled out whimpers and groans from him

Her legs had started feeling like jelly “Please, Kimi. ‘M so close” She almost fell to her knees when her orgasm hit her

He put her leg back down before standing up “So much better” She chuckled, her chest heaving at a rapid pace

“Good, ‘cause I’m not done with you” He turned her around and bend her over the sink

He placed one of her legs onto the sink as well, giving him more access

He got himself out of his jeans and boxers, pumping himself a few times before he drew the head of his cock through her soaked folds

They both moan low when he slowly entered her. When he had pushed all the way in, he waited and let her adjust to his size

“Move, please” She whined, pushing her hips back against his

He started moving, putting a hand over her mouth, muffling her moans

He himself had a hard time holding his sounds in when she clenched around him, pulling him closer to his orgasm

“Fuck, you feel so good around me” It wasn’t long before his thrust had started getting sloppy and out of rhythm

Her loud moan was muffled by his hand as she came around him. The feeling of her rapid clenching, pulled him over the edge as well, holding his hips still as he came inside her

He removed his hand from her mouth, pulling out of her a second later, both whining at the loss of contact between them

“You’re so much better” She said, tip-toeing up to peck his lips after they had gotten their clothes on

“Do you think he noticed us gone” He asked, fixing his hair in the mirror

“Depends if his phone call is over” She said wrapping her arms around his waist from behind him

[whorekneecentral]

*resubmitting my request

prompt 33: “you look so pretty with my cock in you”

prompt 64: “say my name- louder” with danny ric!

where there are at a party/gala and daniel gets jealous with all the male attention shes getting🫣

oh this is a banger - also is this the 400th piece I've used chloe and scotty's wedding as the event ? yes but shhh // prompts: “you look so pretty with my cock in you” + “say my name- louder”

Daniel wondered where you disappeared too. The last he saw you, you were taking photos with Chloe and the rest of the bridesmaids before you went off to get a drink.

To no one's surprise, he found you by the bar, surrounded by a group of Scotty's friends that looked absolutely enamoured by you. Daniel didn't blame them, you always did have a certain aura about you that held the focus of any and everyone around you - how else do you think you got his attention ?

"Anything interesting ?" He butts in, standing next to you. you smile when you see him, leaning into his side. "I was just telling them a story from your Redbull days with Seb."

"Hm, I have a few good ones from then."

The guys start to realize Daniel wasn't a fan of the attention they were giving you and one by one fizzled out. Your boyfriend rests his hand on your lower back, telling you to follow him as you two walked out into the hallway. It was a short walk before Daniel pulled you into an empty room, locking the door behind you.

"Everything okay, love?" You asked, looking at him confused.

"Did you really want attention so badly ?" He steps closer to you, you're still confused. "What are you talking about?"

"If you want attention," he drags a finger up your shoulder to your neck and finally he holds your chin, forcing you to look at him. "You come to me."

"I was just getting a drink-" "Then why were all those men fawning over you, darling?"

"I can't stop them from looking, Danny."

You barely have time to register what's happening when your boyfriend turns you and bends you over the closest surface. He pushes the dress up over your hips, you can feel his belt clink as he undoes it.

Your arms are propped on the counter, holding you up. You watch as he pushes your dress up, bunching over your hips. his hand slips between your thighs, fingers brushing over your panties and your head drops forward. 

Panties pushed to the side and He smiles at the way your face twists in pleasure. “You look so pretty with my cock in you,” he hums, kissing along the back of your shoulder as his hips dig into your ass. 

"Mhm hm," you can barely keep yourself up at this point, Daniel's hand digging into your hips. "Daniel-"

“Say my name- louder.”

You give in, his name falling from your lips like a prayer until he's finally satisfied.

[slutboybarbie]

Are you ever gonna write more about Chase Davenport? Its ok if you don't, I just love how you write for him <3

Hi sorry it took me so long !! Hopefully you like this one<3

Jealousy

Chase Davenport x Reader

18+

Warning/summary: dom chase, secret relationship, dumbification

~~~

Having Chase as your boyfriend and dom was amazing. He took care of you, made sure you were always happy, always knew what you needed, and made sure you were okay with everything the two of you did together.

His only "problem"- it wasn't even a problem, you loved it about him- is that he gets jealous. Pure, unbridled anger that arose in his chest at the sight of what he thinks is you with another.

So you, a person with a very flirty personality, plus a whole house full of sexy ass heroes? Not ideal.

For Chase at least.

He'd insisted on keeping your relationship private, not wanting to put too much pressure on the two of you. Even with your sneaking around, some of the team already knew.

Leo, Bree, and Sebastian(who'd been staying with y'all for a while now) were bionic humans and downright nosey for gods sake, not too much got by them, and Adam, poor Adam, just needs to learn how to knock before entering a room.

They'd cornered him one morning in the kitchen, commenting on the fresh hickey you'd just planted on his neck the night before.

"Oh my- Chase Davenport, is that a hickey?", Leo said, hand on his chest and imitating a voice that sounded a lot like Tasha.

Chase froze for a sec, his cheeks turning that beautiful shade of pink, before deciding to not respond, and keep on making his coffee.

"Jesus Christ, we're gonna have to start calling Y/N the human vacuum. Look at the size of that thing!", Bree had laughed out, causing the others to join in.

Chase froze for the second time that day, coffee mug still in hand and turned around to look at his friends like a deer caught in headlights, "You know?!"

They all just laughed more at his facial expression before he turned to Adam, "You. I knew you knew already. You told them?"

Adam's hands quickly came up in defense, "Don't look at me, I had no idea they knew."

Chase hated the fact that they knew because the once harmless flirting was now purposeful. You were unaware of the extra cheekiness but Chase definitely wasn't.

The way Leo would make sure to refer to you as "Doll" whenever speaking to you, causing you to giggle, the way Sebastian would sensually guide you through your training, a few more touches to the arms and hips than usual, Bree taking any chance she could to cuddle up with you in the common room, and Adam was unaware of the whole thing.

They loved seeing the interaction between the two of you as you tried to figure out what was wrong with your boyfriend, his jaw clenched and face a light red color.

Chase let it go, deciding that some flirting wasn't hurting anyone, and he knew it wasn't serious.

That didn't last long.

It happened at one of Davenport's parties. You'd only had two drinks but that's all you needed to gain some liquid courage, going out to the dance floor.

You were feeling a bit loose, dancing with your friends. When the song changed from up tempo, to something a bit more slow and sensual, so did your dancing.

You were currently in between Leo and Sebastian, neither of them touching you in respect for their friend and your boyfriend, but that was as clean as it got.

Chase watched from afar as you rolled your body in between the two men, as if you weren't taken. He knew he couldn't openly say anything, in fear of someone noticing.

But the more he watched, the less amount of fucks he gave. Setting his drink down from the bar, Chase rudely abandoned a one sided conversation some lady was having with him, lying to her when he said "I'll be right back."

He stormed onto the dance area, stepping in between you and his friends. Grabbing your arm he flashes Leo and Seb a fake smile, "Mind if I borrow Y/N real quick?", not even giving them a chance to respond, he drags you out of the room.

"Chase! What're you doing, I was having fun!", you stop in the middle of the hall, upset that he took you away.

The man in question allows you to stop, knowing he could just pull you along if he wanted to, but decided against it.

"I didn't know acting like a slut in public was considered 'fun' nowadays.", he says with a glare.

Fed up with his attitude, you respond, "Yeah well, things have changed. It's called the 21st century, gramps."

You're quickly pushed against the wall in the hallway, where anyone could come and see you. Chase separates your legs with his knee, placing it on your core, his hand finding it's place on your neck.

"Y'know, I was gonna wait until we got to the room to fuck some sense into you, but maybe I should just do it right here. I bet you'd like that. For everyone to be able to see how much a whore you are."

You whine at his words, trying to grind down onto his thigh.

"I fuckin' knew it.", he laughs darkly, releasing your neck and stepping away from you, causing you to stumble from the wall. "Too bad I don't like sharing."

He makes his way to the elevator, leaving you to mindlessly trail behind him like a very horny puppy.

You thought for sure he'd make a move on you in the elevator, the short amount of privacy enough time for him to have you up against a wall, wet and begging, but he did nothing.

The elevator door opened and you wordlessly followed him to his room, he allowed you to walk in first, not even attempting to swat at your ass like he usually does.

Walking into the room, you turn when you hear the door close, fearful of your boyfriends sudden quietness. "Baby-"

"Quiet.", he cuts you off.

"But-"

"Sweetheart if I have to repeat myself, the night will be much worse for you than I already have planned."

His low tone and threatening words convince you to obey him, watching as he stops at your dresser, loosening his tie.

You have no choice but to stand there as he unbuttons his shirt, slowly, practically teasing you. His toned abs peek through and you feel your mouth start to salivate at the sight. Chase looks up and a dark chuckle escapes his mouth at the look on your face.

"See something you like?"

It's a rhetorical question because he knows how much you love his body, and he knows it's killing you to not touch him right now.

He strips down to his boxers, the room completely silent except for the pounding of your heartbeat. Chase walks over to the bed, getting himself comfortable with his hands behind his head, propping him up.

"Your turn." He tells you.

You quickly began to undress, and Chase tsks, "Slower. I want a show."

Obeying him you start to go a bit slower, feeling small under his intense stare.

Once you're completely stripped, he signals for you to come to him on the bed.

~~~

"Cmon baby, don't go dumb on me just yet."

Chase's request falls on deaf ears with you too focused on your impending orgasm. You'd lost count of how many you'd given him tonight, your brain too clouded to keep count of anything at the moment.

"Ohh, you're already there hm?"

Your partner uses his big hands, cradling your neck and face to get your attention on him. His hips continue to slap into yours, jolting you with every thrust.

He has your feet by your ears, body pressed to yours so closely that it's nearly intoxicating.

"Just can't help yourself, can you?", Chase taunted. He ghosts his lips over yours, teasing you even further.

You mumble out a "please" when he does it again, and Chase gives in.

He applies more pressure to your throat when he deepens the kiss, causing you to clench around him. He moans into your mouth, a whimper-like groan escaping him.

"You're mine, y'know that?" He asks and you nod.

“Yeah? But you don’t act like it.” Chase says bitterly

He’s referring to your little dance and you can tell just how mad it made him with the way his thrusts pick up.

“I’m sorry baby, I’m sorry.” You plead with him.

“Aww now that’s sweet.” He chuckles out.

“I am!” You insure. “But, I can’t cum again. I just can’t.” You knew your safe words. If you truly wanted him to stop, he would.

“Maybe if you were good, I’d be more sympathetic but since you weren’t, I’m not stopping.”

[deadguywalkin]

nsfw hcs for seb/sam/alex both solo & together because i’m gay and still evil, just more evil this time

mdni with this post, cw nsfw, mostly mlm

i won’t be posting any more nsfw content beyond this, i just felt silly today

alex

top, versatile but mostly dom, doesn’t mind bottoming

HUGE size + praise kink. wants to be praised as he’s fucking into them, to be told that he’s the best. also just thinks it’s really hot when he’s a lot bigger than someone

gets pent up very often which just leads to him being very rough and aggressive, in contrast to his warm and loving personality

very handsy and grabby, can grip a little too hard and leave bruises accidentally because he doesn’t know how to balance controlling his strength while focusing on the other person and himself, and just generally everything going on at once.

too embarrassed to just outwardly say ‘i need you’ since guys still make him nervous. he only knows how to talk to them in a bro way. will get eventually get desperate and then end up texting because he can’t say it face to face

also wants his face to be held gently while he’s looking over them as he’s told that he’s doing a good job. just loves being the golden boy

needs lots and lots of tight cuddles after so he can be reassured he never did anything wrong

sam

the most versatile/switch man you’ll ever meet

‘hold on, i gotta get the right music’

usually very gentle and tender, gets insanely rough and messy when pent up

also really really enjoys being called a good boy while fucking into them 

bite bite bite bite. lots of biting. he just REALLY likes biting

pleasure top.. no words. he just wants to study their insides and see what makes them feel the best

really vocal. cracky and whiney voice

loves his mullet being pulled/tugged/gripped on

hints at wanting to fuck by grabbing at thighs, just being very handsy and giving them the look™ (fuck me eyes)

though he loves praise, he also heavily enjoys being threatened. throat grabbing and the likes

seb

mostly dombot, but also pretty versatile and switchy

he has a smoking addiction.. he also probably has a huge oral fixation.

pierced nipples. do NOT argue with me on this he so would

opposite of alex’s size kink, loves being smaller and overpowered. being carried, beaten in arm wrestling turns him on significantly 

has a thing for bruises. he definitely loves getting off of his knees to see them all red or the occasional bruises on his hips/wrists

doesn’t mind whatever kink/thing his partner has and honestly just doesn’t care as long as he’s getting fucked stupid

not vocal. low and deep groans, and the very very occasional quiet breathy ‘hmmh.. hah..’ >> sounding like he’s full on sobbing pipeline

loves torturing them. just loves it. ;; he quickly lets go the second he feels a slight twitch. ‘not yet. good boy..’ he says, with a little ruffle to the hair. 

also enjoys watching them cry from overstimulation. he’s pretty sadistic when it comes to stuff like this

doesn’t hint, he just outwardly says it. but if they aren’t dating yet he gets flirty and uses his narrow eyes with a relaxed voice

all 3/general

wear their bruises/hickeys/bite marks like medals of honor. don’t even try to cover them up.

seb loves being able to just turn his brain off while being with those himbos and just open up his mouth. he usually has to do all of the thinking around them, but now he gets to just shut them up

samalex would probably be lying if they said they didn’t love seb being trans a little more than they should.. save me boypussy, save me..

seb rides them into oblivion LMFAO

sambastian just. love being overpowered by alex. they need to be put in a headlock

alex having many many gay and questionable thoughts about emo/pierced boys

sebalex are batshit insane about vocal guys

sam+alex

surprisingly very warm, gentle, loving, but interchangeable with being batshit horny and just fucking each other. 

can’t keep their hands off of each other. really really touchy

a lot of ‘is this okay?’ ‘sorry..’

‘mmhf.. you’re doing.. so good, bro..’

they switch often

sam takes a while to figure out what alex likes (with alex insisting he can just do whatever he wants), but eventually does figure it out and adjusts to it

wrestling to see who gets to top. a lot of wrestling.

they’re giggly and soft together

seb+sam

a lot of oral, seb enjoys torturing him and sam enjoys giving him what he likes/wants

they baby each other. they’ve known each other all their lives, so they’re just really comfortable acting like/doing whatever together. 

seb convinces sam to let him just give him what sam wants sometimes, not for him to just people please 100% the time

get high >> have sex while listening to csh

very handsy aswell

seb+alex

teasing selfies. they’re competitive and like riling each other up

they often fight for who gets to dom

>> often ends up with alex getting to fuck him stupid or seb getting to ride him mindless

‘fuck, good boy.. you’re doing so.. good..’

they just love being really risky with it

fighting/arguing >> angry sex

based off of the hairgel joke LOL but alex probably would infact keep hair products at seb’s house

[evanstanhoney]

Prettiest Girl In The World

a/n: this is my first seb fic, after forever of lurking. I hope it lives up! please let me know what you think I’ll be very curious.

⚠️warnings: D/s undertones, PRAISE KINK, aftercare, unprotected sex, creampie, porn without plot, Dom!Sebastian, Sub!reader

pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader

word count: 1.5K

“Say it.” Sebastian grunts, his forehead pressed against yours, hips slowing to an agonizing slow grind against yours.

You’d been at it for a while now just like this, with him slowly teasing you with his cock. Occasionally pulling out completely to play with your sensitive clit. And oh, boy were you sensitive, but even still you craved more. More of his lips on yours, more of his hands on your body, and more of his perfect cock pressing against your g-spot. You needed him, but here he was teasing.

In Sebastian’s mind what he’s really doing is teaching you a lesson. One that no matter how many times he’s tried to literally fuck into your head, you just can’t seem to grasp.

The lesson? That you are, in fact, the prettiest girl in the world.

A ridiculous notion to you, absurd even. But to your Sebastian, it was simply a fact. One that he has set out to prove to you time and time again, through every hug, kiss and touch, he was going to prove to you that you were the prettiest girl in the world. Which is how you ended up as you were. Pressed into the mattress, wrapped around Sebastian in every way, and whining.

“I said, say it.” He says again with a devious smirk to his lips. There was a fire behind his eyes, the one that seems to only burn for you. With the way he’s looking at you, the way he’s got his hand around your throat and the slight rasp in his voice, it makes you flutter around him and he can’t help but groan.

Biting your lip,you whine and begin to grind your hips up to meet his that have slowed to a stop.

“No,” he taunts, tightening the grip around your neck just a tad, “you say it or we’ll stop right now. Come on, baby. You can do it.”

“Sebastian” you groaned, squirming underneath him.

“Say it.” He whispers lips centimeters away from yours, his free hand, pressing your hips still into the mattress. “Come on. If you want me to move you’ll say it.”

“I - I’m the prettiest girl in the world.” And instantly Sebastian drew his hips forward, filling you once more.

“Keep going. Say it again”

“I’m the prettiest girl in the world.” You say more confidently, as his length slowly dragged back out of you to the tip.

“Good girl.” Sebastian praises, “Now, you stop. I stop. Got it?” He asks, planting a soft kiss to your cheek.

“Yes.”

“Good girl. Ready?”

“Please.” You whine.

“You know what to say.”

“I’m the prettiest girl in the world.” You began to chant, slow and drawn out at first, as you enjoyed the drag of his cock along your walls. But eventually it became something different entirely. It was short and fast as you were just barely able to breathe out the words as Sebastian's hips picked up speed, in a deep steady rhythm.

“Oh fuck, baby.” Sebastian groans into your neck, feeling your walls constrict around him. “Come on, you know what I want.” He pants, “Show me your a good girl, show me.”

“I’m” you whimper, your grip on his shoulders tightening as you inched closer and closer to orgasm, the familiar warmth already spreading beginning at your toes.

Sebastian lifts his head from your neck, resting his forehead on yours, a hand on your neck, the weight of it lit your every nerve on fire in the best way. “Please.” You were so close, right there. But the way Sebastian was moving, alternating speeds, had you dangling just at the edge, back and forth but not quite over it. And oh how you longed to take the leap.

Your whines are pitiful and if Sebastian weren’t making you feel so good you’d be embarrassed at just how desperate you sounded.

“Shhhh, baby. You don’t have to beg. I’m not going to stop, not until you come, okay. I just wanna take my time with my girl.”

“No, please, no.” You whine out rolling your head into the pillows

“You’re okay. I got you. But you gotta, shit, gotta keep talking baby. Say the magic words.” You look up at him with those eyes, slightly glossy now, that he swears he could get lost in. You nod vigorously and begin the chant again.

“I’m the prettiest girl in the world.” You whimper.

He leans down and pressing his lips to yours, swallowing each of your delicious moans. He truly couldn’t get enough of you. “You feel so good baby, you know that?” He asks bringing his hand up to caress your cheek, and you bite your lips at the praise, letting your eyes fall shut. At that Sebastian coos down at you, his arms on either side of your head, cradling you close. You pull him as close to you as you could, allowing his weight to press you further into the mattress.

“I’m the prettiest girl in the world.” You squeak out breathlessly.

Sebastian delivers a particularly hard thrust that manages to hit that soft spot inside of you, forcing your grip on him to tighten and your eyes to snap shut.

“No,no. Look at me, baby. Open your eyes.” He commands, voice deep and gravely. Your eyes flutter open, looking into his ocean blues, and that nearly sends you over the edge,alone. “There she is,” he smirks, “There’s my good fucking girl. Eyes on me. Keep those eyes on me, okay Beautiful?” You nod, reach up and tangle your fingers in his hair, bring him down for a kiss, that’s less of a kiss and more so just the two of you breathing each other in, lips pressed together. Sebastian, nips at your bottom lip, making you groan, and your legs snap tighter around his waist, “You’re doing so fucking good for me, taking me so well. Just like always, huh?” He asks, a glint in his eye. He can see you’re in that floaty space where everything feels warm, and the only thing you can sense is him. You’re so close that it hurts, he can feel the way that you’re tightening around him, somehow getting sloppier and tighter with each stroke. He’s got you just where he wants you.

Your chanting stopped, but Sebastian hasn’t stopped, still buried deep inside you. “Words, babe.”

“Yes, just - just like always…Sebastian.”

It’s the wonton way in which you say his name, your glassy eyes looking deep into his ocean blues that gets him close, that makes him believe you’ve learned your lesson.

“You’re my good girl?”

“Yes.”

“Then show me. Come with me. Come on my cock baby. Let me feel you-”

Just those words, that’s all you needed to allow yourself to fall apart, as you come around him, eyes baring into his, as he spills into you in hot thick ropes seconds after. He leans his forehead against yours, thrusts hard and sloppy as he fucks you through both of your orgasms. “Oh fuck. Fuck baby. There you go. Good girl. So fucking beautiful for me.”

His hips slow to a deep grind, and he crashes his lips to yours in a hungry kiss.

After he feels your heart has slowed down a bit he pulls away, drawing a moan from you. “Stay.” You pout. He smiles at that, kissing your forehead, before leaning down planting kisses up your neck, still buried inside you.

You reached up playing with his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp, making him hum into your neck. The two of you laid like that for who knows how long, basking in the sensations of each other. Your hands in his hair, and his cock slowly softening inside you, but still keeping you full, with his lips lazily leaving a trail up your neck, occasionally nipping and sucking.

“You keep that up and I’m gonna roll us over for round two.” You whisper.

Sebastian chuckles into your skin, planting a final kiss at your collar bone, before meeting your lazy gaze. “Is that a promise?” You playfully roll your eyes. Of course he’s down for round two. With you he was insatiable it seemed. His lips found yours, in a sweet peck, “Was the edging too much?”

“Not at all. A little annoying having you slow down when I was right there, but the end result was worth it.”

“Sorry I came so soon, but you said my name and I just-”

You looked over at the alarm clock on your night stand. Sure Sebastian usually let you come at least twice before ever thinking of himself, but you hadn’t just had a short session either. You’d been at it for nearly an hour, so you were more than satisfied to say the least.

“Sebastian, trust me. It’s okay. You made me feel amazing.You always do”

He smiles down at you sheepishly, kissing the corner of your mouth, “Good.” Slowly he leaned up and began to slowly remove himself from your sensitive pussy. You let out a little sigh, at the loss, but your given a soft peck to the forehead as a consolation.“You okay? Sensitive?”

“Just a little.”

“Sorry, baby.”

“Don’t be. You took care of me.” You smile.

“Anything, for the prettiest girl in the world.”

[oscpaistry]

Busy.

-ft. hornyf!reader x Seb Vettel

Your husband has been busy with his work, scheduling his meetings, setting alarms for his races and just way more work. You on the other hand, you were bored out of your mind. So that's probably why you were so bored and so horny. You quietly walk into his work station because you didn't know if he was in a meeting. Gladly, he wasn't.

"Hey liebling, are you okay?" Seb asked not really bothering to look up from his computer. You walk behind the chair he was sitting on.

"Mhm, im okay. And you?" you replied while your fingers slowly went to play with his blond curls. He gave you hum and got back to work. You just played with his curls for a while. After a while your fingers started trailing off to the skin between his neck and shoulders. You started to massage him, hoping he will relax and maybe understand why you suddenly came into his office.

He let out a few puffs and groans, he let his head fall back and he let his arms relax. The ache between your thighs got bigger, and you got needier.

"Schatz, what do you need?" Seb asked you with a deep voice and his accent now stronger. He turned around in his chair. He saw you already looking at him with a goofy grin on your face. His hands went to roam your body. First your thighs, then your ass, your hips, your waist, your arms and then he let his hands relax on your hips again.

"You. But if you cant fuck me can i just please sit on your lap while you do your work?" You replied and Sebastian thought he heard you begging for a moment. He had a good grip on your hips and he set you on his lap, you adjusted yourself to get more comfortable. You put your arms around his shoulders and lay against him. He turned around and got back to work.

After a while of sitting on his lap, you still had that ache between your thighs. You slowly started to move against him. You kept going at the slowest pace ever, but it didn't help and Seb didn't really notice. After a few minutes you went a bit faster, and faster until you felt your husband starting to swell up under you. Seb put a hand on your back, and you arched your back. You looked at him and saw his face a bit flushed.

"Seb, are you enjoying this..?" you asked him but he just gave you a smile instead. You wanted an answer so you stopped all of your movement.

"Come on, schatz. Please... just keep going." He whined. You never saw Seb like this, but you loved every part of it. You again started to grind yourself on his lap, but the ache between your thighs turned into frustration. But you were getting wetter by looking at how your husband is reacting to all this. You felt his hands on your ass and he squeezed it.

"Fuck.. Liebe, I'm almost.. shit.. im gonna.." He moaned and he let go. You saw hus eyebrows relax, eyes flutter shut, mouth open and face a bit red. He bucked his hips up to yours.

"Seb.. you never looked so pretty in your whole life." you said to him while his breath was heavy. Your fingers traced his jaw and you kissed him very passionately. Seb smiled into the kiss. Seb released first from the kiss.

"That was.. something." he chuckled and you giggled.

[orions-tears]

hi!! seb x reader fic prompt here- how about a trans (ftm) mc x sebastian and they’re making out for the first time? a confession of sorts perhaps

Confession - Sebastian Sallow

Pairing: Sebastian x Male!Reader

Themes: Fluff, slight spice, coming out

A/N: Hello! I hope I captured what you were looking for. I've come out to the people I know pretty cryptically so I don't have much experience just doing it, you know? Anyways, I hope it's okay!

P.S. The grading scale for NE.W.T.S and O.W.L.S is O, E, and A being passing scores and P, D, and T are fails.

“A P! I got a P! That’s a fail isn’t it?” you yell, smacking your forehead and pacing back in forth.

Sebastian is watching you, holding back a laugh as he leans against the library desk. He shakes his head and turns back toward his book. “I told you I’d help you study,” he replies, throwing his hands in the air.  You sigh and sit on the table next to his, looking down at him.

“I’m telling you it’s not fair. All I’ve done for this place and I still fail.”

With that comment he bursts out laughing, prompting Madam Scribner to yell at him to be quiet. He looks at her and apologizes in a sing-song voice, looking back at you with a smile. “She loves me I know it,” he says, shrugging. “Look, this just means we need to study more for your N.E.W.T.S.” He grabs his book and stands, winking at you. “And I know just the place.”

You end up following him to the clock tower to a corner of the walkway, away from normal traffic. You realize why he brought you here and you just stare at him, trying not to smile. “Do you think you’re funny, Sebastian?”

He leans against the railing and closes his eyes. “I think I’m quite hilarious, but this is no joke.” He opens his eyes and takes a step towards you. “It’s important to take a break from studying sometimes. You need to be prepared.” He reaches out and lightly touches your cheek. “You’ve been seeing your books more than me.” He places a hand over his forehead to feign being faint. You shake your head and grin at him.

“Sebastian, I know what you’re doing.”

He looks at you, shocked. “I don’t know what you mean.”

You tilt your head at him. It’s not surprising how forward he is about getting you alone. You’ve been waiting for this since fifth-year. The minute you met in Defense Against the Dark Arts, you knew you had to have him. You step forward, pushing him against the railing. He smirks as you take his face in your hands, kissing him harshly. You feel his arm wrap around your waist, the other moving to untuck your shirt. You think nothing of it until you realize he’s never actually seen you without a shirt. Panicking, you grab his wrist and pull away.

He looks at you, confused. “Everything alright?” he asks, concerned.

You flush red and turn away tucking your shirt back in. “I…uhm…maybe now isn’t the best time,” you say, scared of what he might say if you tell him the truth. He leans around you and grabs your hand. When you look up at him you see he’s smiling but he looks a little bit sad. You want to trust him with everything and you know he wants you to, but this? You know he’d never do anything to hurt you but he’s not always the best at keeping secrets.

“It’s alright, (Y/N). I’m sorry if I’ve made you uncomfortable.”

Your eyes grow wide as you reply, “No! No it isn’t you I’m sorry…It’s just…” you trail off. How are you going to say this? You pull him back into the corner and hold both of his hands, looking down at your feet. “Please don’t be upset with me,” you plead, quietly. He shakes his head and laughs a little.

“Why would I be upset with you? Are you confessing that it was really you that stole my other waistcoat? Cause I’ve been looking for it everywhere.” You laugh and put your hands on your hips.

 “No I didn’t steal it. How do you lose a waistcoat anyway?”

He shrugs. “Isn’t that the question.”

 You shake your head, your smile fading. “No, umm. I’m just going to say it, alright? Please promise me you won’t be upset.”

He nods. “I promise.”

You take a big breath and sigh. “Okay…” you say as you shut your eyes. “I’m trans.” You turn your head away from him, cringing while you wait for a response. After a moment he squeezes your hands and you look back at him. Your face is hot and you’re so scared of his response.

“Thank you,” he says. You blink a couple times. Thank you?

“What?” you manage to get out.

 He smiles. “I said thank you. For trusting me.”

You feel a tear run down your face and you quickly wipe it away. “I- your not mad?”

He laughs. “Mad? What a ludicrous thing to think. You trust me with a secret and think I’ll be mad? I would never.”

You hug him tightly, feeling a few more tears run down your face. Sebastian was the first person outside your family that you trusted with this information and oh how kind he was about it. He may be brash sometimes, but with you he was kind. You pull away from the hug and kiss him again. When you pull away, he smiles. “We should do that again. A few more times, actually.”

 You start laughing and shove him away. “I need to study, Sebastian, stop distracting me on purpose.” You start walking back to the library with Sebastian trailing behind you. You turn around to look at him and grin. “You know, maybe you can take my shirt off.” You grins and grabs ahold of your arms. You laugh and shove him to the side. “But, only if I pass my N.E.W.T.S.”

He groans and throws his hands up in the air. “It’ll never happen.” You scoff and punch him in the arm. When he yelps, you start running down the stairs of the faculty tower. He runs after you shouting vague threats he’d never follow through on. Finally, you knew someone loved you for who you were, no exceptions.

[vaginalsauce]

What you want

warnings

Smut blurb, sleepy sex, unprotected, pet names, little bit of degradation with a sprinkle of praise idk, lovey seb

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Sebastian shifted uncomfortably in bed, grunting as he turned over onto his side, throwing his arm over you. You hummed subconsciously, pressing back into him just to feel the warmth of his body against your back.

He brushed your hair from over your shoulder, pressing kisses to the newly exposed skin. He lifted his hips to gently grind against your ass, letting out shaky breaths every time you pushed yourself towards him.

"C'mon baby, need you." He practically whimpered in desire, and you slowly batted your eyes open as you slowly came to. You turned your head to glance back at him.

"Bas? You okay?" You questioned, still groggy from the remaining sleep still rounding in your head.

"Need you." He repeated, and that's when you felt the hardness rubbing against your backside. He moved closer to your face so he could bring you into a lazy kiss, not wasting any time before he pushed his tongue into your mouth, pressing and rubbing against your own. His hands reached down under the blankets, lifting the oversized T-shirt you were wearing just above your hips.

You whined into his mouth as his fingers ran over your clothed cunt, before taking the cloth and pushing it slowly down your thighs. "This okay baby?" He questioned, and you nodded. "Words, sweet girl, gotta tell me what you want."

"You, Bas, want you." You reached your hand down and behind you to pull the waistband of his boxers down, to no avail. He chuckled before tugging his boxers down for you, stroking his cock slowly before lining himself up with your cunt, running himself through your folds before pushing into you slowly.

A soft moan left you at the feeling, and you grabbed his hand, tangling your fingers together as he began to pump his hips up into yours, albeit sloppily. "Thas' my girl, moaning f'me. My good little slut."

His slow thrusts made your head fuzzy, and you couldn't help the whimper you let out at his words. Your nails dug into his hand, and he gently pulled his from yours before he trailed his hand over your hip and between your legs, rubbing slow circles into your clit.

Your legs shivered, and you clenched around him with every circle he made with his fingers. "Shit, baby, you're squeezing me so tight, not gonna last long."

His thrusts quickened just the slightest bit, and the rubbing on your clit got faster with added pressure, and you began to squirm.

"Hold it, honey, know you're close. I'm right here, hold it little more f'me."

Your moans only got louder, and your body rocked against his as you tried your hardest to keep yourself from coming undone right then.

"My pretty whore, so perfect for me. Take it baby, just a lil more." He grunted out, steadily pushing his hips into yours just a few more times before you came, squirming and moaning, and he wasn't far behind you. Sebastian came right as he was pulling out, his cum dripping right out of you as the rest splattered against the backs of your thighs. He pushed his cum back into you, his cock nestling right back into your constricted walls.

"I'll go get a washcloth, hold on." He began to pull away and get up, but you tugged him right back down.

"Stay inside of me."

He was a a bit surprised, but only nodded, pressing a long kiss to your cheek. He rested down right behind you, cock molded into your plush perfectly. "Thank you, sweet girl."

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[cevans-is-classic]

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.

[captainnameless]

https://www.tumblr.com/ilikecarsandlike4people/727628343035510784/if-its-not-a-bother-can-i-ask-for-seb-and-lewis

Just saw this and immediately had to come share with you!

(x) ooooo my goooood 🥹 i-

enjoy the word vomit that was prompted by me staring at this

Daniel isn’t really sure how he makes it back to Monaco, the in-hospital recovery period is a bit of a blur, so is the flight back. Lewis had been texting nonstop that Daniel has been replying to with voice memos because typing with one hand was not fun, and the medication has made his focus fuzzy.

Most things were fuzzy, his mind not cooperating in a way he wanted to. Monaco seemed like the safe option, knowing Lewis would be there too in between European races and the time off before Singapore. A good time to get those tax benefit days in.

“Hi, sweetheart.” Lewis is opening the door and immediately taking Daniel’s bags off of him, somehow still keeping an arm free for Daniel to sort of lean into.

He has to be mindful of the stupid cast on his arm, that’s in a stupid sling that pulls on his shoulder and prevents him from giving Lewis a proper hug.

Still, it’s so nice, getting to rest his head against Lewis’ shoulder, breathing in expensive cologne that smells so much nicer than the Uber he took getting here.

“Hi,” He manages to reply, the fuzziness in his brain growing by the second, eyes feeling heavy with how tired he suddenly feels.

There’s sound coming from further down the hall, and Daniel’s eyes follow it naturally, expecting Roscoe. Instead his eyes find Sebastian’s, who looks at him with a soft smile.

“Mama,” Daniel breathes, brain nor body functioning well enough with how quickly he wants to move over to where Sebastian is standing. He barely registers Lewis saving him from tripping over his bags before he’s being held by Seb, hand scratching the back of his neck while he buries himself into Sebastian as much as the sling allows, doesn’t realize he’s crying until Sebastian’s soft hushes of “Don’t cry, darling.” register in his brain.

They take little steps until they eventually get to the couch when Sebastian settles down with him, brushing softly at his tear stained cheeks, Daniel tries to speak but it gets caught in his throat.

“It’s okay.” Sebastian mumbles, pressing a kiss to Daniel’s nose. “We’re gonna take a nap now, talk after.”

There’s nothing that makes Daniel want to protest that, except the fact there’s a certain someone not in reach right now that would make his nap much better.

“Lew,” he manages to whine.

“-right here.” Lewis soothes, appearing from somewhere with a blanket under his arm. “Just had to put your stuff away, Poppet.”

Daniel relaxes more when Lewis sits down with them, allows Sebastian to gently take his arm out of the swing and nearly starts crying again when he can finally properly rest against Sebastian’s chest.

“Just keep it up like this,” Sebastian hums quietly, resting Daniel’s hand comfortably around him, making sure he can not hurt it.

Daniel’s legs get moved around a bit, until there’s soft little circles being rubbed onto his hips by Lewis. There’s not much more of the conversation he hears before exhaustion takes him out.

When he wakes some of the fuzziness has gone away, but the pain in his wrist is more present than before. He gets a dose of pain meds on the dot and is rewarded with Lewis feeding him bite sized mango for taking it like a good boy.

Daniel doesn’t feel like talking about it much, so they play Monopoly instead. It’s easy to play one handed, and in his current state is a controllable enough game to let him win.

He’s too out of it to realize Lewis and Sebastian keep moving up too little or too far to accidentally land on one of his streets, pay him too much money when they do.

It pulls delightful little giggles out of Daniel when Sebastian whines about bankruptcy or when Lewis has to go to jail again and cannot throw six. So worth it.

The game ends with Daniel a millionaire and it’s so nice to see the loopy little smile on his face, troubles momentarily forgotten.

They eat pizza in the little pillow fort they had Daniel propped up against while they watch a movie and have Lewis doodle little shapes on Daniel cast.

[fandomfluffandfuck]

"But it specifically makes me think of Seb underneath Chris, face first into the bed, hands balled into fists, tearing and tugging at the sheets, as Chris lays into him from behind. When they started Seb was up on his hands and knees, but he's getting fucked so good he's melted. Now Chris is blanketing his body, holding his hips up juuust enough to hit his prostate while still putting all his weight into every thrust, leaving Sebastian with no choice but to clench his eyes shut and leave his mouth hanging open to let out all those little cries of, "uh, uh, uh." Getting 👏🏻 fucked 👏🏻 stupid 👏🏻 just like he deserves 😮‍💨 "

that last line 😩 are you insane?! FRSCAYAHSSB YES! cause you know Chris also loooooves to fuck him until he's just a rag doll 😩 no thoughts, head empty, literally!!! ugh the thought of Sebs hips being up only be she Chris is holding him up is so hot 🥵

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Okay, but "rag doll" is the perfect way to say that 👀

Chris loves it when Sebastian feels so good that he can't--he just becomes useless because of pleasure, subspace, or both. It's the best.

That might be one of Chris' reasons for keeping up with workouts and healthy eating even when he doesn't necessarily have to... there's nothing like being able to fucking manhandle the shit out of Seb when he's floating, useless with pleasure, grabbing him and fucking. into. him. Whether it's holding him by the hips, flipping him over, folding him up into a little ball, knees to his ears, or whatever they're feeling 😏

[megmischief]

Sebastian x Ghost (AFAB READER) - Doubts Part 1

For @ghostly-grace 💜🩵

E RATED - Angst and Explicit Sexual Content

Sebastian sighed, perching on the edge of the bed next to Ghost. "Look, no one is flirting with anyone. Abi and I are just friends, Ghost. Please...stop accusing me of things that aren't happening."

"Best friends, don't hug for that long, Sebastian..." Ghost whispered, choking on her words, and she battled with herself to try and hold back any tears. "And... I know she likes you, and so do you, Seb... Please, just tell me if something is going on. You promise you wouldn't ever hurt me..."

Sebastian sat there still, pondering over what to say next. He was telling the truth. he and Abi were just friends. However, he felt incredibly guilty knowing that he, himself, had hurt the woman he loves. "Ghost, I'm sorry, my love... I never meant to hurt you. Abi was having a rough day and... I just thought she could use some comfort."

"Sebastian, don't keep apologising when you keep doing this. You know, when you're overly close to her, it hurts. I'm not posessive, but you know what I've been through. I can't handle it... And... It's not necessarily you that I don't trust." Grabbing a pillow, Ghost holds onto it tightly, burying her face into it for comfort.

"Hey..." Hooking his finger under Ghost's chin, he pulls her small, dimpled chin. "Look at me." Sebastian warmly gazes into Ghost's eyes with a look of utmost sencerity. "I love you and only you. That you can believe."

"I love you too, Seb... I just don't like the way she looks at you." Ghost mumbles.

Sebastian lets out a light-hearted chuckle. "And that's on her. But, like I said... you're my one and only, my love." Tracing Ghost's lips with his thumb, he leans in placing feathery kisses along her jaw.

"Sebby... I'm sorry for getting upset..." Ghost whispers softly between whimpers as Sebastian makes his way down to her neck.

Nibbling and kissing at Ghost's fragile skin, Sebastian pulls her into his arms. "Hey, you can always talk to me about your feelings... but let this reassure you..." Holding onto Ghost as though he could lose her at any second, he kisses her with pure passion.

Letting out a small moan, Ghost climbs onto Sebastians lap as she pulls off his hoodie and shirt with pure desperation.

Responding to Ghost's actions, Sebastian's fingers make their way up her t-shirt to explore every inch of her velvety skin.

"I love you, idiot..." Sebastian purrs.

Ghost giggles, her hands making their way into Sebastian's sleep, raven hair. "I love you too, Seb..."

Hastily pulling Ghost into another hungry kiss, Sebastian proceeds to pull off her own t-shirt and bra, revealing her breasts. He gently massages her chest while he kisses her before making his way down to the hem of her skirt. "This okay, my love?" Sebastian asks for confirmation with a heavy-lidded gaze and husky voice.

The anticipation of the moment taking over, Ghost can feel herself heat up with excited. She gives Sebastian a nod of confirmation as she allows him to pull off her skirt and panties.

Laying Ghost down on the bed, Sebastian makes his way between her legs. Placing delicate kisses from her ankle down to her inner thighs, he pauses before reaching her aching core. With a small smirk, he maintains eye contact as he begins to leisurely work on her clit with his soft lips.

Ghost's hips suddenly buck at the abrupt sensation of pleasure. He hands make their way down to Sebastian's hair as he continues to lick, kiss, and suck at her core. Her body tenses further as Sebastian adds a finger into the mix. He begins to gently move them in and out of her, continuing to taste her as he does so.

"Grind against me, Ghost... Use my tongue to feel good..." Sebastian mumbles, increasing the intensity of what he's doing.

As Ghost's moans grow hastily louder and louder, she follows as she is told and begins to grind against Sebastian. An almost sudden wave of pleasure courses through her body sending shock waves from her core.

Noticing Ghost reaching her climax, Sebastian fastens his fingers to intensify her pleasure further.

Ghost, now a shaking, panting mess, pulls Sebastian up from between her legs. "Kiss me..." She commands. With this, he complies, kissing her passionately. The sweet taste of her nectar still on his lips, Ghost tastes herself within the kiss.

"Now, do you believe me?" Sebastian whispers. "When I say that I love you... do you believe me now...?"

Smirking, Ghost replies mischievously. "Well, I can always be convinced more."

[rosyjuly]

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sorry this is so late, i only now had time to properly sit down for it! this picks up where the last commentary left off.

“You’re not going to make it until eight,” Seb says, reeling. His hands itch to reach up and cup Mick’s head, but he keeps them by his sides. “You’re fully in rut now, aren’t you?” 

“Yes,” Mick says, quiet and hoarse. he’s trying to regain control over himself and the situation; he’s aware that he shouldn’t be pressing seb into the door but can’t stop just yet. i didn’t know how to convey that from seb’s pov so i left the description short.

“So when’s she getting here? You’ve called someone to say you need her sooner?” originally here i had a few sentences about the additional fees the accelerated arrival time would mean but @prettydangrotten said nobody cares about my imaginary extra charge policies. i’m heartbroken, someone please confirm that this isn’t true…

Mick shakes his head. As Seb turns, he accidentally buries his nose into the damp, long strands of Mick’s hair. His scent is more potent here: something dark and promising. one page later i describe his scent as “bright and promising” lol i have the memory of a goldfish. “She’s– she’s not coming.” 

“What?” 

“She’s not– you said,” Mick takes a deep breath, tickling Seb’s neck with it. “It was bad, you said, so I canceled.” mick didn’t really want to spend it with someone else in the first place, but this is seb’s penultimate race and he won’t ruin this weekend for him, and he doesn’t want to hook up with someone else. contracting seems like the easiest and most impersonal way – it’s what almost everyone does, so. and then seb explodes at the very idea of it and his opinion is so important to mick. he’s thinking, what is seb thinks he’s weak that he can’t do it alone… so he cancels. 

Seb stares down at him: at the tense lines of his shoulder, the redness creeping down to the base of his neck. He’s distantly aware that his mouth has dropped open in shock. A wave of guilt runs through him: see what you did? 

“Mick?” Seb asks carefully, still trying to ignore the satisfaction dripping down his spine like honey at an alpha scenting him so blatantly. it’s not just the scenting, but the fact that mick canceled, that seb feels guilty and pleased over it -- that mick placed seb's approval (or lack of it) over his own needs.

“Really,” Mick says, “it’s okay.” His breath is wet on Seb’s neck, he’s pressed so close. “I’ve– I’ve done it before.” i don’t like the heats/ruts are a life-threatening thing, so you can ride it out alone, it just takes longer (like around a day alone, 6-8 hours if you spend it with someone). When Seb doesn’t answer, he adds, “You should go.” seb told him when they talked about his heat that it’s a one time thing, and he hasn’t offered to help, so best if he leaves before mick does something really embarrassing like beg for him to stay. 

Except his other hand is tight like a vice on Seb’s bicep, firm and deliciously possessive. Seb swallows, tries to push the flare of his own traitorous desire aside. 

“You shouldn’t do this alone, not on a race weekend like this,” he says. Mick’s hips keep twitching in these tiny little thrusts, probably on their own accord. Mick makes a displeased sound, maybe in disagreement. seb hopes it’s disagreement. he wants mick to ask him. he doesn’t want to offer himself, doesn’t want to come off as desperate or pathetic. he’s struggling to accept that he wants mick to seek him out, pursue him. 

“I’m not calling her back,” Mick says, the determination in his voice sharp as a blade. seb is like, fuck, why are you not getting it? vs. mick trying to respect seb saying them having sex is a one-off. but mick wouldn’t be able to touch another omega after he’s just spent minutes trying to fill his lungs with seb’s scent. 

“No, that’s not–” he has to take a steadying breath before he can say it. “I could do it, Mick.” He feels almost dizzy now that he’s finally said it, like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders. his desire to be with mick one more time AND to take care of him won over his wish for mick to initiate. 

“No, no,” Mick says, but he’s not letting up from where he’s crowding Seb into the door. “You should be in the car, Seb, while you can–” 

It’s sweet that he’s thinking about Seb racing, because for all Seb cares, the AMR22 could just about be downgraded to a lawnmower right now. It wouldn’t be too different, either. this is a facts only blog. 

He touches Mick’s face, detaches him gently from his neck. Mick lets him, though he lets out a mournful little noise, then closes his eyes as Seb slowly strokes his cheek with his thumbs. a tender little gesture that seb can’t help, even if he anticipates brusqueness soon. 

“Ask me,” he whispers. “You can ask.” please, he almost says. 

Mick growls, the sound rising from deep in his chest. He presses his forehead against Seb’s, eyes screwed shut. mick is overcome with the permission and how seb is touching him: like he’s something precious. The pause makes Seb’s stomach roll; maybe Mick contracted DAS in the first place because he wanted to get through this as impersonally as possible. Still –  

“We could help each other out,” he tells Mick. “It's not – it’s not a marriage proposal, you know? Just let it be easy, darling.” this is also a reminder to himself: it doesn’t mean anything, don’t make it into something it isn’t, something you wouldn’t even allow. 

When he blinks his eyes open, Mick’s gaze is dark and hungry: twin pools of lust.“Okay,” he rasps, nosing at Seb’s cheek. “Yes. Stay with me tonight. Please.” that ‘please’ is an afterthought. he can’t give orders to seb, he can only ask and hope seb will say yes.

[sebastiansluts]

Reader getting fucked hard infront of mafia bucky, Lee and Charles by seb, maybe they even get involved

Sebastian Stan x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, Lee Bodecker x Reader, Charles Blackwood x Reader; dub!con, mafia, rough vaginal sex,

ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON'T LIKE, DON'T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

You were bent over the table, legs spread wide as Sebastian thrust into you from behind. Bucky, Lee, and Charles were sitting around you, jerking their cocks.

"I don't know how many times I have to drill this into you baby, if I'm busy, find one of the guys. If we're all busy, wait patiently. Interrupting my meeting with the boys, climbing all over Bucky to get my attention because I'm talking about him? That's not okay."

Sebastian was fucking you hard, with deep, powerful strokes that had you biting your lip as you pressed your face harder into the table. "Uh-uh, you better look at the boys, 'specially Bucky, cause you won't be seeing him for a couple days. Matter of fact, Bucky come help fuck this pussy- little parting gift before your trip that someone interrupted our discussion about." Sebastian snapped his hips harder, your hips banging against the edge of the table until he eased up, Bucky sliding a finger in beside Sebastian's cock.

You moaned as you were stretched, Bucky quickly adding a second finger and pulling at your pussy walls, forcing you to relax and loosen. When he had three fingers comfortably inside you, he hooked them around the top of your cunt, pressing hard on a spot that had you shaking, his palm rubbing against your clit.

"That's enough Bucky," Sebastian growled, feeling you tighten on him. Bucky nodded, using his fingers to pull you again, as he slipped the head of his dick inside you, fingers popping out.

You moaned, babbling nonsense as Bucky pressed forwards, inching along beside Sebastian until they were both as deep as they could be.

Sebastian pulled out, letting Bucky slide in, then he pulled out and Sebastian thrust in. They kept up this rotation, fucking you back and forth, making you clench as you tried to keep up with them.

Lee and Charles kept their eyes locked on you, and as you stared at Charles, he came, mouth dropping open, cum spilling up and over his hand. You whined and he held his hand up to your mouth, letting you lick it clean. As he tucked himself away, you turned to Lee, who was standing up. He aimed at your face, hand moving rapidly, and right as he came, Sebastian and Bucky both pressed back into you, making your mouth drop open in a silent scream.

Lee groaned as his cum shot across your lips and tongue, coating them as you gasped, chest heaving. Bucky was grinding deep into you, coming and making the the way slick for Sebastian to fuck even harder when Bucky pulled out.

You felt tears in your eyes as Sebastian wrapped his hand around the back of your neck, holding you down as his hips rolled. "Next time, what are you going to do baby?" he asked darkly, sounding like his jaw was clenched.

"Gonna w-wait p-patiently," you stuttered, moaning as you felt his hips still, coming deep inside you. You clenched desperately, trying to push yourself over the edge, but Sebastian pulled out, leaving you empty.

"Good girls get to come. Bad girls who interrupt, don't. Now come sit on my lap while we finish talking, and you'd better be silent."