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maxillness · 4 months ago

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Let Them Watch || MW2 x gf!Reader (ft. sv5 & jb22)

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, voyeurism, jealous!Mark, hair gripping, praise kink, fingering, masturbation (m),

Wordcount: 1.4k

Request: Hi, I love your stories so much. I was just wondering if I could make a request. If you can, you write something about Mark Webber x reader and then reader is misbehaving in front of Sebastian and Jenson and the reader get intercourse from Mark in front of Sebastian and Jenson

Mark was doing some media stuff in the paddock without her, resulting in her being bored out of her mind

That’s up on til she saw Sebastian and Jenson standing together while talking

Her and Mark hadn’t fucked for a week, due to the fact he had been tired all week. This caused her to push her luck, and hope he would notice her as she stood with his teammate and friend

She had worn a low cut shirt and denim shorts to the paddock, due to the warm weather

She walked over to the German and Brit, saying her hallo as they noticed her

As she talked to both of them, she kept looking over at her boyfriend, who’s facial expression became more and more annoyed as he saw the way she was smiling and touching his friends

She was pushing out her chest as she talked, looking up at them both through hooded eyes, biting her lip, playing with her hair

She yelped softly as her body was pressed into Marks, his hand roughly on her hip, lips close to her ear “You’re a dead woman” He whispered, not missing the blush that crept down her neck

She got her will, alright. This just wasn’t they way she was expecting it

Mark gripping her hair, pulling her back flushed up against his chest. His hand working on the button of her jeans, kissing down her neck and to her bare shoulders, all the while Sebastian and Jenson sat in front of the hotel bed on the couch

She whimpered, grabbing the back of Mark’s thighs as he zipped down the zipper, biting softly down into her shoulder

“Mark…” She whimpered low, feeling his fingertips on her lower stomach “Please, I’m sorry” She turned her head as best as she could with his hand in her hair, kissing his jaw softly, feeling his stubble on her lips

“Yeah?” His accent was thick, as it always was when he was jealous or mad “They’re not” He looked up and caught both of the drivers eyes

“I don’t care about them” She whimpered, grinding her hips back onto him, feeling him hard in his jeans, making him groan

“Pull them down” He tugged on her hair, drawing out a soft moan from her as she closed her eyes

Her hands were shaky as she removed them from his thighs and to the sides of her shorts. She slowly pulled them down to her mid thighs, revealing her lace panties

“Them as well” He pressed down on her abdomen as she pulled down her panties, letting them pool with her shorts

She couldn’t see Sebastian and Jenson from where her head was on Mark’s shoulder, but she heard shuffling and a low cough from the couch

Mark looked over at the two men, watching as their eyes were plastered on his fingers that were slowly creeping their way down to her folds

Both of the other drivers breath hitched as the Aussies middle and ring finger drew through her folds, feeling how wet she had gotten

He turned his head to whisper in his girlfriend’s ear “You like that, huh? Having my teammate and friend watch us, hm?” She let out a soft moan as he slowly entered her with his two fingers

“Fuck” She breathed, her eyes falling closed “As long as I get you, I don’t care who’s watching” She whimpered as he slowly started moving his fingers

“Might want to do this more often if you get this wet” He chuckled, curling his fingers, getting a high pitched moan out from her

“Hm? What do you say, mates?” He looked up at the drivers who shot their heads up as Mark spoke “Want to do this another time?”

All they could was nod, too focused on the way their friend was fingering his girlfriend in front of them

“Look at that, baby” He chuckled, watching the way she was struggling to keep still “They’re too focused on you to even be able to answer” He smirked, pressing his lips to her jaw

It was very obvious that the men in front of them were hard in their pants “Should I let them touch themselves, or wait til I’m inside you, hm? Your call sweetheart” He said, fingers speeding up as he curled them

She had trouble getting her words out as she was moaning rapidly “W-wait” She panted, digging her nails into the back of Mark’s thigh, even through his jeans could he feel her

��Mm… Good girl” Her whole body turned a deep red as she heard the praise. That bastard. He knew she loved his praising

“Fuck, Mark- p-please. ‘M close” She almost cried out, her whole body shaking as she felt the familiar heat pool in her stomach

She whined as he pulled his fingers out of her. Her whine was soon replaced with a yelp as he pushed her down, burring her face into the mattress

She looked back at him, whimpering as she saw him take off his shirt, throwing it with hers on the floor

She gripped the sheets tighter as he unbuckled his belt. He didn’t bother to pull his jeans all the way down or his boxers before he was inside her, gripping her hips tight

Marks hips were still, looking up at his friends. One of his hands groped her hair, pulling her head up so she could look at them as well

“Go on, mates” Neither driver needed more confirmation before their hands were fiddling with their belts to get opened

“See how eager you make them, loveness?” He asked, his other hand trailing down her spine, making her shiver and clench down around him, making him groan

She whimpered as both the other drivers had finally gotten their own hand on their cocks, making them groan

“Hear that, love? All because of you” She whined as he started moving his hips slow at first before finding a pace and rhythm that worked for both of them

“Watch them” He said, making her open her eyes, looking over at the two men that were now stroking themselves, drawing out sounds from both of them

She started moaning louder as Mark hit that perfect spot inside her. The spot that made her thighs shake and her legs and arms feel like jelly

It was funny to see how Sebastian had to cover his mouth to not let any loud sounds out, seeing he was the more inexperienced out of the four of them

“M-mark. P-please. ‘M close” Her words were slurred as she clenched down around him, pulling him closer to his orgasm as well

By the sight of it, Sebastian and Jenson was close as well

“Fuck, you feel so good” He groaned, his thrusts getting out of rhythm and sloppy

The sight of the German and Brit coming almost on the same time, sent the Aussie and his girlfriend over the edge as well

Mark rode out both of their orgasm before pulling out of her. He patted her ass softly before speaking up “Go clean them up”

She got off the bed with wobbly legs. To make it easier for her, she pulled up her panties and discarded of her shorts

She slowly made her way over to the drivers on the couch

She first sat down between Sebastian’s legs, taking his right hand in hers before proceeding to lick off his cum from him

As she did, she looked up at him through nodded eyes, pupils blown. The sight made his breath hitch again

She made sure to get everything up before she moved on to clean Jenson’s hand, looking up at him the exact same way, getting the same reaction out of him as Sebastian

Once she was finished, Mark told them to leave “Get over here” He said

She walked over to him where he was sat half clothed up against the headboard. He pulled her into his lap, placing his head in the crook of her neck

“Might start misbehaving in front of Fernando if this is what it gets me” She chuckled, feeling his lips on her throat

“I will smear you if you do”

#smut #formula one #mark webber x reader smut #mark webber x reader #mark webber smut #mark webber #Sebastian vettel #Jenson button

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r3-ese · 4 months ago

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harvesting hearts

pairing : sdv sam x reader

contains : fem!farmer, fluff, mutual pining, sam being whipped

word count : 1.5k

note : my first piece of (published) writing! im so obsessed with stardew atm im physically ill

The warm afternoon sun cast long shadows over the rolling hills of Stardew Valley, bathing the town in a golden glow. At the local arcade in the heart of the valley, Sam leaned against the counter, absently twirling a drumstick between his fingers. The arcade was alive with the sounds of electronic beeps and the clatter of buttons being pressed. Still, Sam’s attention was focused on the animated conversation between his friends, Abigail and Sebastian.

"...and then, she just took down those slimes like it was nothing!" Abigail exclaimed, her eyes wide with excitement as she leaned towards Sebastian.

Sebastian nodded, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Yeah, the new farmer is pretty impressive," he agreed, taking a sip of his soda. "She’s been making quite a name for herself."

Sam’s curiosity was piqued. He had heard bits and pieces about the new farmer, but this was the first time he had seen Abigail so animated about anyone other than herself. "Who are you guys talking about?" he asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

"The new farmer, of course!" Abigail said, her eyes sparkling. "She moved into the old farmhouse and has been venturing into the mines. She’s fearless, Sam. You should meet her."

Sebastian nodded in agreement. "Yeah, she’s pretty cool. I think you’d like her."

Sam made a mental note to keep an eye out for this mysterious newcomer. If she had impressed both Abigail and Sebastian, she had to be something special. He imagined what she might be like, picturing someone strong and determined, a fresh face in their sleepy town. The thought made him smile, a new spark of excitement igniting within him.

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A few days later, Sam was practicing his skateboard tricks near the town square. The wheels of his board clattered against the pavement as he attempted a particularly tricky maneuver, the warm breeze ruffling his hair. Just as he was about to land it, he caught sight of someone walking by—a lean figure with a confident stride that made his heart skip a beat.

The farmer.

Her presence was magnetic, drawing his eyes to her despite his best efforts to concentrate on his trick. As she walked, her movements were fluid and assured, exuding a quiet strength that left him breathless. She wore practical clothes—jeans and a sturdy jacket, with dirt smudged on her cheeks from a day’s work—but she held herself with such poise that she looked radiant.

Distracted, Sam stumbled and fell, landing in an ungraceful heap on the ground. His skateboard rolled away, coming to a stop a few feet from him.

The farmer laughed—a bright, melodic sound that made Sam’s cheeks flush. She walked over and offered him a hand. "You okay?" she asked, her smile warm and genuine.

"Y-yeah, I’m fine," Sam stammered, accepting her help. He got to his feet, brushing off his jeans. "Thanks. I’m Sam, by the way."

"Nice to meet you, Sam. I’m the new farmer," she replied, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Be careful with those tricks, okay? See you around." With a final smile, she continued on her way, leaving Sam staring after her, his heart pounding in his chest.

As she walked away, he found himself replaying the moment over and over in his mind. Her laughter, her smile, the way she had effortlessly lifted him up. He knew, without a doubt, that he wanted to see her again.

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It wasn’t long before Sam found himself in the Stardrop Saloon with Sebastian, Abigail, and the farmer. The dimly lit saloon was filled with the hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses. The four friends gathered around the pool table, the air thick with friendly competition and the smell of Gus' home-brewed beer.

Sam leaned over the table, trying to line up his shot. As usual, he was struggling to keep up with Sebastian’s skillful plays. The balls clacked against each other, Sebastian effortlessly sinking one after another. Sam sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

"Don’t worry, Sam," the farmer said with a wink, stepping up to the table. "I’ll help you out." She took the cue from his hands, her movements confident and precise as she lined up her shot. Her eyes narrowed in concentration, and she took a deep breath before striking the cue ball with a smooth, controlled stroke.

To everyone’s surprise, she managed to beat Sebastian in a close game. Abigail cheered, pumping her fist in the air. "You go, girl!" she shouted, her enthusiasm infectious.

Sebastian gave an approving nod, his expression unreadable but clearly impressed. "Nice job," he said coolly. "Didn’t think anyone could beat me."

The farmer grinned, handing the cue back to Sam. "Thanks, but it was a team effort," she said, glancing at Sam with a smile that made his heart flutter. He could feel the warmth of her hand as she passed the cue to him, a small but significant gesture that made him feel connected to her.

Sam couldn’t help but feel a surge of admiration for her. She was not only skilled but also humble and kind. He found himself looking forward to their next game, eager to spend more time in her company and learn more about her. The evening continued with laughter and camaraderie, and Sam felt a growing sense of belonging that he hadn’t felt in a long time.

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Later that week, Sam found himself sitting in Sebastian’s dimly lit basement, strumming his guitar absently. The room was filled with the faint scent of cigarette smoke, and the low hum of Sebastian’s computer added to the relaxed atmosphere. Posters of their favorite bands adorned the walls, and the soft glow of fairy lights created a cozy ambiance.

"I’ve got a confession," Sam began hesitantly, breaking the comfortable silence. "I think I have feelings for the farmer."

Sebastian barely glanced up from his screen, his fingers tapping away at the keyboard. "Yeah, I noticed. You’re not exactly subtle."

Sam groaned, setting his guitar aside and leaning back against the couch. "What should I do?"

"Just tell her," Sebastian replied with a shrug, his eyes still fixed on his computer. "Or don’t. It’s your call. But if you keep moping around like this, you’re going to drive me crazy."

Before Sam could respond, there was a knock at the door. Sebastian smirked, finally turning to look at Sam. "Speaking of which, I invited her over. Forgot to tell you."

Sam’s heart raced as the farmer entered, her presence filling the small space. She greeted Sebastian casually and settled in, her relaxed nature putting everyone at ease. Sam, meanwhile, felt like his heart might burst from his chest as he tried to join in the conversation without making a fool of himself.

"Hey, Sam," she said, turning her attention to him with a smile. "How’s the band coming along?"

"Uh, good! We’re working on some new songs," he managed to reply, his voice steadier than he felt. The three of them spent the evening talking and laughing, the farmer’s presence a constant source of warmth and comfort for Sam. She shared stories about her farm, her struggles and triumphs, and Sam found himself hanging on every word.

Sebastian watched the interaction with a knowing smile, occasionally chiming in with his own dry humor. The atmosphere was relaxed, and Sam felt a growing sense of camaraderie. By the end of the night, he was more determined than ever to tell the farmer how he felt.

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As the weeks passed, Sam found himself thinking more and more about the farmer. He admired her confidence, her kindness, and the way she seemed to brighten every room she entered. He wanted to tell her how he felt, but every time he tried, his nerves got the better of him.

One evening, as he was sitting on the porch of his house, strumming his guitar and watching the sun set, he looked up to see the farmer walking towards him. She smiled and waved, and he felt his heart leap.

"Hey, Sam," she said, her voice casual. "I’ve been thinking... Would you like to go on a date sometime?"

Sam blinked, taken aback. "You mean, with me?"

She laughed softly, her eyes sparkling in the fading light. "Yes, with you. I think you’re cute."

Sam’s face lit up with a grin. "Yeah, I’d love that."

They sat on the porch for a while, discussing their favorite spots in the valley and sharing stories about their childhoods. The conversation flowed easily, and Sam felt a connection growing stronger with every word.

As they made plans for their first date, Sam couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment. He had found someone who shared his interests and made him feel more alive than ever before. The anticipation of their date filled him with excitement and nervousness, but most of all, hope.

When the farmer finally stood to leave, she turned back and gave Sam a lingering smile. "I’m looking forward to our date, Sam. Good night."

"Good night," he replied, his voice soft. As she walked away, he watched her until she disappeared, his heart soaring. He knew this was just the beginning of something wonderful, and he couldn’t wait to see where it would lead.

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stardewrotsession · 7 months ago

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Note: I have a few new drafts in the works right now but it’s taking longer than expected to get them out. So for now, here’s my takes on our favorite bachelors. Some controversial, some not.

Personal Headcanons (and Opinions) I have about the Bachelors

Sam:

- So before I threw him under the “golden retriever” skater boy trope and moved on. Yeah he definitely comes off as it at first, HOWEVER.

- I like to think Sam’s hella observant when he wants to be. Sorta like a “selective observer” if you will.

- I mean, his mom seems to wish to run away from the family at times, and his dad’s off at war. Taking care of Vincent and trying his best to be there when his dad wasn’t makes you pick up a bunch of stuff along the way.

- And I think he’s observant enough to notice that Jodi doesn’t really like where’s she’s at in her life.

- He’s a very caring person, I think to the point where he wouldn’t really mind if he gets hurt from it.

- You have to do something really bad for him to hate you or for him to not care, honestly.

- He loves his family, so he’ll take care of Vincent when his dad’s away, or he’ll begrudgingly get a job because his mom told him to.

- That’s not to say he’s grown though. I full on believe his mom baby’s the hell outta him.

- She seems like a very controlling mom with how she acted after Sam dropped the egg on the floor, but she seems like she needs to done her way. Can you tell I don’t like Jodi very much?

- I think once Sam gets married to you and moves out, he takes on a lot more responsibility and learns how to take care of himself more. While still having that “kid at heart” mindset with his hobbies.

Sebastian:

- So, I’m not gonna lie, I was one of the girlies that dismissed Sebastian as the resident emo boy at first.

- But now, I think he’s, shocker, more complicated than that.

- So I think Demetrius definitely has a whole favoritism complex going on between Maru and Sebastian, which is nothing new.

- I think it leads Demetrius to spit out verbal abuse, and heavy on verbal cause I don’t think Demetrius is the type to physically abuse, to Sebastian whenever he doesn’t like what he’s doing.

- But, I actually think Sebastian and Maru find ways to be friendly or decent with each other, despite everything that’s happened.

- And I really don’t think Robin’s being dismissive about the whole situation either, I really do think she’s trying her best to get the two to ease up with each other.

- I mean, there’s books in her room about stepdads and second families, I think she’s making an attempt.

- But for Sebastian sometimes it isn’t good enough, making him feel like he’s trapped and that he wants to leave this town.

- I think when you marry him, and he ends up staying in Pelican Town, that’s not crushing his dream.

- I truly believe he just wanted to get away from his family, from Demetrius’ constant complaining and comparisons and favoritism.

- But he still has friends here, Sam and Abigail. And you.

- I think now that he’s moved out, he feels more at peace, spending time with someone he loves and still being able to hang out with friends.

Harvey:

- So, we know Harvey’s hobbies, his job as a doctor, and that he comes off as really shy.

- But he actually comes off as really closed off when you first meet him.

- It’s almost as if he’s straight away drawing a boundary saying, “Oh this is the new farmer. Okay, strictly doctor, patient relationship.”

- But as you start hanging out with him more, his facade starts to break a little.

- He opens up more, about experiences, hobbies, his past.

- And personally? I think he has a huge past with mental health issues.

- Like he relates to Shane when he talks about mental health and getting him a therapist. That could be just a doctor thing, but I think Harvey’s had his own struggles. Even if they were different.

- Out of everyone in Pelican Town (other than Shane) I think Harvey definitely has a therapist.

- Although he still mentions having patients’ lives in his hand, I’m sure he was completely broken about it the first time it happened.

- Not to mention that he had to overcome the fact that he wasn’t going to get his dream job.

- He had to settle, and I think talking to a therapist helps tremendously with not only acknowledging that, but full on accepting it, both the good and bad.

- Harvey is a caring guy, and even if he still has extreme fears and insecurities, he’s willing to overcome them if he thinks it’ll make him a better person. If it’ll give him a better life.

- So the fact that he overcomes his fear of heights for you means he cares a lot about you, and his life with you.

Alex:

- So, my opinion of Alex changes as his heart events go on.

- So for zero hearts, I full on believe he’s an ass to girls. Like that cliche popular sporty guy that has a big ego.

- If he doesn’t know you and he sees you doing something weird, I bet you he’ll judge super hard.

- I think he’s the type to talk first, think later.

- And not in a sense like Sam where he just kinda… keeps talking. But he’ll say stupid remarks like “Wanna go to the beach? Do you have a bikini?” Or “Did you get new pants?”

- Why are you looking at the farmer’s pants Alex?

- Anyways towards guys I don’t think he’d be that different, only he’d talk about girls to you.

- I wholeheartedly believe George is kinda homophobic, but Evelyn’s like “Love who you love, you don’t live long enough to not.”

- So Alex at first would have George’s beliefs. Cause the guy kinda raised Alex, he’s the only father figure he really knew and liked.

- But as time goes on Alex would realize “Hey I’m spending a lot more time with the farmer now.”

- Like he looks forward to seeing you everyday.

- And I think you influence him, whether you’re a girl or a guy.

- You open his eyes, making him think along the lines of “Maybe I shouldn’t judge so much. Something just feels right when I’m with them.”

Shane

- So I think we’ve been knowing how shitty he was in the beginning, before having any hearts with him.

- He’s closed off, depressed, doubting his life choices.

- The farmer literally has to push their way into his heart for him to actually notice and be nice to you.

- So I’ll spend more time focusing on after his heart events, since a lot of people are on the same page about his struggles with alcoholism.

- So like a lotta other people, I think Shane has a great friendship arc, but as a marriage candidate all of that development gets kinda nerfed.

- After everything that happens, he becomes VERY dependent on the farmer.

- Probably to the point where it’s unhealthy

- Like if he heard that you’ve passed out in there mines or something he’d start freaking out, not knowing what else to do if you were suddenly gone.

- But, he’s also one of the only bachelors confirmed to be seeing a therapist, so even if the farmer slowly stops talking to him, he will still be in a better spot than he was in his 6 heart event.

- In the end, he’s very thankful for you coming into his life.

- Just, try not to let him depend on you too much, okay?

Elliot

- Same with Alex, my opinion and my headcanons of Elliot change depending on how many hearts I have with him.

- But low key I find him very out there when below 4 hearts.

- He has a different kind of ego than Alex, but it does still come off as “I’m better than you” kind of ego.

- For example, when he says he wishes he could “Throw it all away and become a farmer like you”.

- What’s that supposed to mean Elliot?

- Only I don’t think he realizes it, I think at this time he’s more closed minded and never really thought of people being content and success in different ways.

- He does give Wattpad vibes…

- By the way he treats Gus too in his 2 heart event?? Yeah I’m not sure if that seems to change that much lol.

- However as you get to know him more, he realizes how much time and work you put into your farm, and then, starts thinking about how everyone else lives their life.

- I think even as a writer, the dude doesn’t really understand people think differently until you show him.

- Which is why I think that’s one of the reasons why he’s had writer’s block for a while.

- Yeah give him a pencil and paper and he’ll go at it, he’ll write some beautiful poetry and short stories.

- But throw in a consistent protagonist that isn’t like him, and I think he’d struggle big time before he met you.

- After you two become friends, or even after you start dating, he’ll definitely have a different perspective on his art and on other people.

- It’s like you change his perspective on life. And it may not happen overnight, but I truly believe it does happen, and you make him a better person because of it.

#stardew valley #stardew valley bachelors #stardew headcanon #stardew #sdv sam #sdv alex #sdv harvey #sdv sebastian #sdv shane #stardew valley headcanons #sdv elliot

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darksigns-exe · 6 months ago

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float here forever - noah sebastian x laurie (ofc)

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Laurie (OFC) Warnings: Unprotected intercourse, swearing, mommy Word Count: 2.1 k Note: This is part of an AU to my polyverse. You will see more of them in a while! Can be read on its own!

Laurie watches the pretty boy in front of her. He’s so gorgeous like this, his face so soft with sleep. His eyes flutter open, still a little dazed and drowsy.

She traces her fingers across the side of his face. Noah breaks into a little smile, leaning into her touch.

“Good morning.” She speaks softly, barely daring to break the still silence of the room.

It’s all so delicate. She loves when their mornings are all slow and soft like this. The mornings where she just gets to luxuriate in his presence, enjoy the gentle touch of his skin on hers are her favourite.

Noah stretches, hums with the feeling of it. His grumbled morning is almost lost between the rustling of the sheets as he continues to shift.

Laurie sits up so that she can look at him properly. Noah makes a soft little sound, not far off from a whine, when she detaches herself, and Laurie immediately feels a little guilty. Her hand returns to the side of his face and her thumb drifts across his cheek.

Something’s in the air today.

She can’t stay away from him for too long. Laurie sinks back down, resting her head against his chest. Maybe it’s because the drowsiness of sleep hasn’t fully left him yet, but he looks so much softer today.

Laurie feels him shift again. For someone who looks so relaxed, he feels incredibly restless.

“What’s on your mind?” She asks softly.

Noah shifts again, and this time she realises that he’s pressing his hand against his crotch. She turns to look at where his hand is resting.

“I’ve been so fucking hard. It won’t go down.” He whines.

“Oh honey.”

She watches as he presses against his aching cock again, “I just need to — please.”

Laurie turns so that she can look at him again, “What do you need, honey?”

“Need you on top, baby. Please.”

He paws at her waist, hands kneading at the softness he finds there.

Laurie feels his chest rise and fall rapidly against her cheek. She turns so that she can press a kiss against his sternum.

“Want me on top?”

He nods so quickly. Laurie loves seeing him like this. She loves knowing that he trusts her so completely.

“Take off your boxers for me, honey.” She says, sitting up once again.

Noah quickly struggles out of the garment, and before she knows it his hand is back on her waist, urging her to come closer again.

She doesn’t let him wait.

Laurie carefully shifts herself on top of him, hands coming to stabilise against his waist. His hips buck up when her skin comes into contact with his. Her hands wander up the sides of his body. Noah always squirms so sweetly for her when she touches him like this.

Something is simmering beneath the surface of his skin, and she’s intent on luring it to the front.

“Don’t tease.” He sounds like a petulant child with the way he whines, “I just need to feel you.”

“I’m right here.” She finds herself so amused by his desperation.

It’s always a delicate balance. Noah has slowly opened up to this side of things, allowing her to tease and taunt him until he’s putty in her hands. Sometimes he’ll snap shut on her again. She’ll give him what he needs, but Laurie can tell that he’s not allowing himself to feel the whole extent of it.

She brings a hand between her thighs. The first brush of her fingers against her clit draws a sigh from her lips. Noah’s attention flickers between her face and the fingers slowly circling her entrance.

“C-can I touch?”

“You’re touching me, aren’t you?” Her unoccupied hand curls around the hand that is still gripping into her hip.

He keens, obviously displeased at the fact that he has to articulate exactly what he wants. Noah takes a second to settle himself again. He looks so awfully hesitant already. Laurie moves his hand to replace hers against her centre. In return, Noah makes a broken little sound. It feels like a reward to her.

“Feel that?” She asks, directing his fingers towards her entrance.

He hums in acknowledgment.

“That’s all because of you, honey.” By now, she knows exactly what she has to say to make his head swim, “You’ll make me feel so good.”

She sighs as Noah’s fingers curl inside of her, searching for that one spot. She’ll let him work her open for a while. It’ll still be a stretch — it always is — but this way she won’t have to strain herself quite as much.

Laurie lets her eyes fall closed. From the way he whines and sighs, one would think that he was the one being touched.

“So warm — you feel so good around my fingers.”

“Just imagine how good it’ll feel around your cock.”

The sound he makes is out of this world. He’s so desperate for her, ready to do whatever she’ll ask of him. His fingers still inside of her and in return, Laurie clenches around them.

“Think I’m ready for you?” she cocks her head to the side curiously.

Noah gives a timid nod in reply.

“Words, my love.” Laurie brings a hand into his hair, carefully pulling the rogue strands out of his face.

“I need to feel you.” he chokes out, “Please.”

For a second, she wonders if she can push him further, the crinkle in his brow makes her drop that thought immediately.

“You need it so bad, don’t you, honey?” Another desperate nod.

Laurie rests her hand against his waist, “You’re always so good for me. So eager.”

Her thumb drifts across the soft skin she finds there. Noah squirms just a little, evidently trying to contain himself.

Her hand wraps around his aching cock. His hips instantly shoot up to meet her hand. With how wet she is and how much precum had already leaked from his tip, she wouldn’t even need to dig for the tube of lube in the night stand. Laurie draws her thumb across the head of his cock, luring a pretty little whine from his lips.

Laurie decides to give him what he wants. He’s been so good, so sweet for her, why wouldn’t she.

She positions herself over his hips, her hand still wrapped around the base of him. She drags the tip of his cock through her folds, teases herself as much as she’s teasing him.

“Please, Laurie.” He gasps, and it sends a little shiver through her body.

The remnants of a swear remain stuck in his throat when she begins to sink down on him. She takes her time with it, pulls up to leave just the tip of him inside. He always fills her up so nicely. With the way she’s positioned on top of him, she’ll feel him absolutely everywhere.

Laurie gives herself a moment to adjust to the feeling. Noah’s hands grip into her hip. She’ll find pretty little bruises there later, a wonderful little reminder of this. She loves finding the marks he leaves on her body, the little crescent shapes where his fingers have pressed into her skin, the pretty little bruises he likes to suck into her skin.

When she looks down to Noah, she finds him entirely focused on where his cock disappears inside of her. She wants his eyes on her, though, wants him to look at her face while she rides him. She’ll let him do what he wants for now, he’s been so very good for her, he deserves a little treat.

Laurie grinds down against him. Her insides already feel all twisted up, and she’s not sure how long she’ll last. Noah’s gorgeous, all spread out like this. His lips hang open, glossy with spit. The pace she sets is just too slow for what Noah usually likes. It’s just as tortuous for her as it is for him. Although, looking at down at Noah, she’s sure that he’s a bit worse off than she is.

Noah throws his head back as he writhes in pleasure. And then an idea pops into her head. She leans forward, bracing herself next to his face. Her other hand comes to grip his jaw. With one swift movement, she turns his face towards her. Noah’s eyes shoot open.

“Eyes on me, honey. Understood?”

The words that break from his lips set every inch of her on fire.

“Yes mommy.”

It takes Laurie a second to recover from it. The wide-eyed pleasure on his face makes her dizzy. She gives his jaw a little squeeze, before she presses a kiss to his cheek.

“Good.” She says softly, “Are you going to be good for me, or do I have to make you look at me?”

He nods, before quickly correcting himself, “I’ll be good. Please. I’ll be good for you.”

She grinds down against him hard. Noah whines so pathetically for her. Laurie releases his jaw, but remains close to him. She has to strain a little to reach his face, it is absolutely worth it though.

“That’s what I thought.”

Laurie keeps her rhythm slow, more of a grind than anything else. This time, Noah manages to keep his eyes on her. She keeps her praise coming, makes sure that he knows how good he is for her, how good he makes her feel. Watching him slowly dissolve in return is more than worth it.

She knows that she doesn’t have to do much to make him fall apart. In fact, Laurie is sure that she’d just have to continue like this and Noah would crumble just like that. But the little bit of information he’d tossed her away a moment ago had sparked something in her. They’d played with dynamics before. She’d figured out that he liked relenting control to her fairly quickly. It had started as a gentle guiding hand, and in a way it had stayed that. It’s always gentle, always care-taking rather than demanding. Of course, there were always days when he needed demanding, but this morning clearly was not one of them. He needs soft and gentle today. And in a way, it doesn’t surprise her when he says it again, barely above a whisper.

“Think you can last just a moment longer for me, darling?” She asks, setting herself up right again.

Laurie can tell that he’s right at the edge, and his frantic nod only confirms it.

“You’ve been such a good boy for me.” She sighs, feeling herself coming closer and closer to the edge, “Such a good boy for mommy.”

He whines so sweetly then, all soft and wide-eyed. Tears well at his lashes, and Laurie is sure that she’s never seen him this ruined.

“Go on honey. You can cum whenever you have to.”

And she feels him spill inside of her only a few moments later. His release is joined by the prettiest whines. The tears that clung to his lashes spill over, staining his cheeks so beautifully. Laurie works him through it, even though her thighs are beginning to burn. Her own release washes over almost unnoticed. Watching Noah sob with pleasure takes up most of her attention, and while she feels the warmth of it flood through her body, she finds herself more occupied with his pleasure.

Laurie litters his cheeks with kisses, cradles his face as gently as possible while he comes back down from his high.

“You did so good for me, baby.” She whispers, “I’m so proud of you.”

She tends to him for a moment longer before she places a final kiss to his forehead. Laurie slips into the bathroom to clean herself off before she makes her way back to him with a wet wash cloth. The clean up is quiet, except for Noah’s pained whine when she cleans the remains of their releases off him.

Once she’s done, she sits herself next to him once again. Her fingers drift across his bare chest for a moment, silently tracing the intricate lines of ink.

“That was new.” She says after a while.

His cheeks flush so brightly, “It just slipped out. I’m sorry if that was —”

Laurie cups his face in her hands, “I don’t know if you noticed, darling, I liked it a lot. It’s okay if that was just a heat of the moment thing, but if you want to explore that more, I’m absolutely open to that too.”

He’s quiet for a moment, mulling through his thoughts.

“I liked it.” He whispers, and it fills Laurie’s chest with warmth.

“You did, didn’t you?” She cards her hand through his hair, “Sweet boy. We’ll play this by your rules, okay? If it doesn’t feel good, we don’t have to do it.”

He blinks up at her, “You’re always so good to me.” His hand comes to rest against her hip, “Thank you. For all of it.”

Laurie can’t stop herself from smiling, “Of course. Everything for you.”

#noah sebatian x ofc #noah sebastian fanfic #noah sebastian fic #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens fic #fic: to know you're mine

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crimsonedquill · 1 year ago

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Their reaction to your battle scars during Steamy Time (Pt. 2) (Hogwarts Legacy)

Link to part 1

Here it is at last, the much-requested sequel featuring our holy trifecta of soft bois!

I’ll admit I struggle with writing for Amit and Garreth (it’s why I’m often procrastinating on requests for them, sorry loves 😭) but this turned out surprisingly well I think!

Also, Imelda has been excluded because I’m doing a separate requested fic with a similar premise for her.

Content warning: NSFW (18+). Some smut here and there, nothing too descriptive.

Sebastian Sallow 🐍

“That’s it, love, show me that cumming face…”

You honestly still find yourself a little amazed at all the things Sebastian’s hands seem to be capable of sometimes. As far as you can recall, there hasn’t been a single time between the sheets that didn’t end with you as a tangled sweaty mess, sculpted like clay under his experienced fingertips. Right now, for example, he’s fingering you so good that it’s slightly surprising you’ve only had five orgasms so far.

The Slytherin is looking up at you with a ravenous gaze, loving the sight of your body falling apart before his eyes. His free hand is caressing you through your sweater, your bottom garments having been lost to your throes of passion a long time ago. You love how much he always seems to want you, barely able to keep his hands off you even before you have stumbled your way into the bedroom. To others it may seem purely physical, but there’s always been a deeper element to his affection, a kind of protectiveness that never fails to have you melt at the soothing tone of his voice alone.

He’s chuckling now, his hand wandering while the other is preoccupied trashing you to your release. “Almost there, aren’t you, love? Go ahead… cum for your Sebby…”

The tiniest of smirks forms on your lips, remembering his hate for the nickname, though he never seems to be able to resist using it to hasten your climax. Sure enough, with a few more plunges of his fingers you crash over the edge, crying out his name as he kisses your neck.

As you come down from your euphoric high and Sebastian settles down next to you, you notice the pensive look on his face. You reach out to touch his hand. “Anything the matter?”

“Hm?” He looks at you. “Oh, no, not really. I suppose I was just wondering… well, you do trust me, right?”

You frown at the unexpected question. “Of course I trust you. Why, did I do anything to suggest otherwise?”

“No, you didn’t, I just –” He sighs, struggling with his words. “Look, I’ll be honest. I love you, I love your body, I love making you feel good. But every time we are having sex these days, it feels like there’s a… barrier between us. You’re holding back, for some reason, and I can’t help but think… is it me?”

You quickly sit up, your eyes widening. “No, Sebastian, I – no, of course not!”

“Then what is it?” His brown eyes are worried, full of tender concern. You know he would never judge you, and yet you‘ve never found it in you to be truly open with him.

“I…” You avert your gaze, inadvertently looking down at your torso. “It’s not you, it’s me.”

His hands find yours, fingers intertwining. “Tell me, then.”

Perhaps it’s the slightly commanding tone in his voice, or the way he’s touching you, providing you a sense of comfort you find hard to ignore. Either way, you draw a deep breath.

“I –“ Your voice shudders, the words sounding hopelessly pathetic as you speak them, “I don’t think I’m pretty.”

There’s a silence in the room as Sebastian considers the meaning of your confession. You’d expect him to laugh, or to tell you that you’re mad. Though if he’s thinking any of those things, his face isn’t showing it.

“Really?” he then asks, sounding more surprised than anything.

You nod feebly. You can’t help it. Ever since you were marked by the battles you’ve fought a long time ago, you were so afraid to be with anyone that meeting Sebastian seemed like a gift from heaven. You never wanted to risk losing him, even if it meant obscuring the truth.

He shifts so that he’s more or less sitting opposite you, catching your gaze even as you try to look away. “You said you trusted me, didn’t you?”

You just nod again, too shy to say anything. You freeze up as his fingers slide under your sweater, nails grazing lightly across your skin.

“Lift your arms for me?” He sounds so kind, so warm, like a glow enveloping you like a blanket, safe from the world. You comply, feeling your skin being exposed inch by inch.

“Easy,” he coos. “Slow breaths. Keep your eyes on me.”

And then your sweater is gone, and you sit there, perfectly bare. You cross your arms across your chest in a futile gesture, a dark flush spreading down from your face as you feel Sebastian observing you, seeing you.

He’s surprisingly quiet. No words of surprise, no jokes. He’s simply sitting there, letting his eyes wander. Then he reaches out.

“May I?” he inquires, looking up at you for your approval as he places a hand on your arm. You allow him to uncross your arms, closing your eyes and turning your head away as the anxiety becomes to heavy to bear. Surely he must be disappointed. He’s just too kind to show it.

Then you suddenly feel a hand cupping your cheek. He kisses your jawline, slowly, provoking a sigh as you feel part of your tenseness leaving you. He gently lays you back on the bed, finally causing you to open your eyes, met by the sight of his warm smile.

“Dear,” he says, in a half-chuckle that sends a shiver down your spine, “you are beautiful.”

And then his lips are on your collarbone, and your response is lost in a moan as he begins exploring you, nursing every bare inch. He kisses every scar, tracing the crude lines down your chest, your abdomen, your nether region. As he inches ever so closer to your sensitive spot, your fingers finding their way into his messy hair, you realise something.

You feel pretty. And it’s the last clear thought you have before you close your eyes and give yourself away to the waves of your shared pleasure.

Amit Thakkar 🦅

“May I kiss you?”

He’s sitting opposite you on the bed, his voice slightly high-pitched, trembling with anticipation. Even though you have always been good at projecting confidence at the very least, your skill seems to fail you today as you nod shyly, feeling your heart swell in your chest as his lips approach yours.

The kiss is… surprisingly adequate. Nothing special, though certainly not the disaster you had been anticipating. If anything, it’s even a little… arousing, the way he tenderly moves his tongue, using it to part your lips and seek contact with yours. Sure, it’s not like you haven’t kissed before, but even so he seems far more in control of his movements than you are. A sudden thought crosses your mind as you move slowly on the rhythm of your kiss; that somehow, Amit is more ready for this than you are.

It feels… odd, to say the least. Normally you are the assertive one, always taking charge while Amit is content with following you around. That he is the one guiding you now in these most vulnerable of moments is one you definitely didn’t see coming.

You separate, the both of you blushing. “Was that… good?” Amit asks.

You nod. “Yeah… yeah, it was.”

His face lights up, almost eliciting a chuckle from you. He’s always happy to receive great marks.

“So… can I touch you now?”

It takes a little longer for you to give your approval than when he asked to kiss you. It’s not the first time you have put your hands on each other either, though that was always with your clothes on. You want to be able to go all the way with him this time… and that thought terrifies you more than anything.

His hands move gently and deliberately, following the curves of your body. He may seem as shy as you are, but it’s obvious that he wants you. It causes you to momentarily drop your guard as you sigh deeply, letting your head crane back ever so slightly as he feels you in all the right places.

Then he moves to lift your blouse, and you snap back to reality.

His eyes find yours as you grab his wrist to stop him. You blush, immediately trying to explain yourself. “Amit, eh, perhaps –”

But words fail you. You’d spent so long building up to this moment that you feel bad backing out now.

There’s a momentary pause, and then Amit takes both of your hands into his. You’re surprised to see him… smiling.

“My dear,” he says, “I understand. You’re always so brave, so unyielding, that it must be a strange thing for you to be vulnerable like this. We don’t have to keep going if you don’t want to. But… I am ready to do this with you, if you are.”

Great, now you feel bad. Telling yourself to get your act together, you let out a shivering sigh. “I… I want this too. But let’s take it slow, all right?”

“Of course,” he nods, before seemingly getting a thought. “I may have an idea – turn around for me?”

Frowning, you turn your back to him. You feel his arms wrap around you and then he’s suddenly embracing you from behind, his warmth pressing up against you as his mouth hovers close to your ear. “Better?”

You nod. It does feel good. Though what makes it even better are his lips on your neck, gently suckling on that sensitive piece of skin that has your heart thumping within minutes.

Your breath grows heavier, more ragged, and you’re so lost in the moment that you don’t even feel the thin fabric sliding down your shoulders. Though you do sense it when he pulls back, and you suddenly realise your back is exposed.

He doesn’t say anything, at least, not at first. You can feel his eyes bore into you, his fingers reaching out to examine your scars with almost scientific curiosity. Your mind is rushing with thoughts, seeking the words to explain, to justify, but then your breathing stops at the sound of his chuckling. Oh Merlin, he’s chuckling.

“They look like constellations,” he says. You furrow your brow, slightly turning your head. “What?”

“Your scars. Look,” He traces a line near your left shoulder blade. “Corvus,”

He trails further down, finding a mark on your lower back, “Capricornus,”

And finally, his hand rests on a spot toward your right side. “Lacerta.”

You keep frowning, though you are unable to resist a smile at the enthusiastic tone in his voice. “You… you don’t mind them?”

“Not at all. I think they look… pretty.” He leans forward to kiss you on your cheek. “Was this what you were so nervous about?”

“I… I suppose I was.” It sounds almost comical now, the way your worries amounted to nothing. He starts peppering your shoulders with little kisses once more, drawing a sigh from your lips.

“I want to study them,” he coos between kisses. “To chart them, to map every detail of your exquisite body.”

You chuckle, your nerves finally loosening. “You want to study me?”

“Why not? I know for a fact you would make for a truly… fascinating subject.”

As intriguing as the thought sounds, you feel you have a better idea. With the initial apprehension and shame having melted away, you are suddenly rather eager to completely cede yourself to your lover. You move back, pressing your butt up against his pelvis, Amit rewarding you with a shocked gasp. There’s no doubt about it, all that talk about constellations and your body has made him hard as hell.

“Nice instrument you have there,” you say, voice thick with lust, “care for a demonstration?”

The heaviness of his breathing is only drawn out by the sound of his trousers being loosened. A delicious shiver ripples through you as his length presses up against your bottom, warm and throbbing. You are both nervous, anxious about the bond you are about to seal, though it’s like none of that matters anymore as he finally enters you, stretching you to your limits.

Constellations, you think with a smirk, as your vision explodes into a sea of stars.

Garreth Weasley 🦁

“Come again?”

The Gryffindor perches up from his seat, looking at you over the many bottles spewing out coloured puffs of smoke. You instantly realise this was a bad idea. Nevertheless, you repeat your query, letting out a sigh as you cross your arms. “I was asking if, hypothetically speaking, there was a potion that could make scars disappear.”

He cocks an eyebrow, obviously not having expected the question. At least, not from you.

“Well uh,” he says, scratching behind his ear, “I suppose it depends on the size, and the kind, things like that. Why do you ask, did I leave a hickey last time?”

You roll your eyes. “No. I didn’t even say it was for me.”

“Well, that much is a given. You’re the only one who’s so self-conscious about their image they need about fifty different charms every morning.”

That does it. “You know what, forget I asked,” you bristle, turning on your heels to stamp out of the classroom. Before you are able to leave, though, Garreth quickly steps around the table, blocking your path. “Hey, hey, I’m sorry – that was uncalled for.”

“You’d think?” you snarl, though your gaze is already softening. You’ve never really been able to get truly mad at the Gryffindor, knowing that most of the time he’s simply a goof with a habit of running his mouth.

“Look, err,” he says hesitatingly, “there’s no way I can say this without sounding at least moderately offensive. But – I’ve seen you knock down trolls thrice your size. Why of all things is this the thing you choose to be insecure about?”

You flash him a look. “If it were a choice, I wouldn’t be standing here right now.”

“Right, but still.” He takes a step closer to you. “I think you’re pretty as you are. Doesn’t that count for something?”

“Of course it does, but…” You sigh. “You’ve never actually seen me.”

It’s true, he hasn’t. Even though the two of you have been taking it steadily for a couple of months now, you’ve never gotten much intimate beyond making out sessions or quick handjobs in the bathroom. Part of you is grateful for his patience, for his lack of questions about your odd habit of always wearing long sleeved sweaters, though he’s never been really good at hiding his eagerness to see more of you. And obviously you’ve felt the urge too, though…

“Show me, then.”

You blink, thinking you misheard. “What?”

Garreth smiles at you. “Come on, think of it as another challenge. I’m sure, at the end of this, you realise it’s all in your head.”

You want to tell him off, but… you can’t. As much as the thought frightens you, perhaps taking this one step is all you need to finally get over your fear.

“You mean… in here?” you ask, looking around the Potions classroom. It’s isolated at the moment, though you don’t find the possibility of anyone walking in at you much appealing.

Garreth thinks for a moment. “I have an idea. Follow me,”

He walks over to a door in the corridor and swiftly unlocks it with a charm. As soon as you’ve both stepped inside, he turns around and locks it again. You look around you and see a desk and shelves stacked with all kinds of potion ingredients.

“Sharp’s office?” you snap at him in a whisper.

“He won’t be back for a good while,” Garreth says, shrugging. “Black’s got him running some inane errand again. Besides, the forbiddenness of it all is rather exciting, don’t you think?”

You shake your head. Silly goof. Garreth leans back against the desk, crossing his arms. “Right, then. Let’s see what all the fuss is about.”

You thought you could do it, but now that you’re standing here with the Weasley boy looking at you, you suddenly feel shy again. You simply fidget a bit, not really feeling inclined to take any action.

Garreth cocks an eyebrow. “Still nervous? Darling, you’re looking at a fellow whose mug looks like this –” he points at his own face with a funny gesture – “and you honestly feel you have a right to complain?”

You chuckle, slightly harder than you’d meant to because of the nerves. You appreciate his meagre attempt at humour, even though it’s doing little to encourage you, which he seems to be realising as well.

“Still nothing?” he asks. “All right, tell you what, why don’t I go first?”

You are about to ask what he means when he suddenly pulls his shirt over his head. You can’t help but stare as you take in his well-defined torso, every inch of skin covered in light freckles.

“Weasley family curse,” he says with a grin. “And you thought you had it bad.”

There’s a beat as you stand there, looking like you’ve been struck by lightning. Maybe you would never admit it openly, but he does look like quite the snack. It has you involuntarily growing red in the face.

Trembling like a leaf, you start pulling at your sweater, lifting the garment ever so slowly. Garreth’s eyes linger as you bare yourself to him, tongue slipping past his lips to wet them. You don’t know what he’s thinking. You’re not sure you even want to know. All you can do is look away and desperately wish you’ll spontaneously turn invisible as you bunch your sweater up around your chest, nothing but air shrouding your scarred waist from his hungry gaze.

Before you can proceed any further, he suddenly steps forward, kneeling in front of you. You’re too shocked to say anything as he grabs your hips and moves his head toward your abdomen. There’s a slightly tickling sensation as you feel him blowing – actually blowing – on your stomach.

“What are you doing?” you ask, not knowing whether to sound amused or confused.

“Isn’t it obvious?” he asks, pausing just a moment to look up at you with joy-filled eyes. “I’m blowing the scars away.”

You’re genuinely lost for words. He doesn’t seem to care. He simply continues to blow on the pink markings, causing the little hairs on your skin to stand up in titillated delight.

“You’re a fool,” you finally chuckle, your trepidation breaking under his boyish charm.

“I know,” comes the reply from underneath the mess of red curls. “And you love me for it.”

His lips advance, touching your skin. Wet, soft. A sigh escapes your lips as you feel him trail down, kissing, loving.

He’s right, and you know it.

#hogwarts legacy #harry potter #sebastian sallow #amit thakkar #garreth weasley #Sebastian sallow x reader #amit thakkar x reader #garreth weasley x reader #hogwarts legacy headcanons

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anonymousewrites · 1 year ago

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One Hell of a Love (Book 1) Chapter Fourteen

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader

Chapter Fourteen: One Hell of a Deer

Summary: (Y/N) loses their patience with the prince after he throws a tantrum.

“How long do you two intend to stay for?” questioned Ciel as he, Lau, and Soma ate together and Sebastian, (Y/N), and Agni served them.

“Once we’ve taken care of our business, we will leave,” said Soma.

“That’s right. You said you were looking for someone, right?” said Lau.

“And why are you staying here as well?” demanded Ciel.

“Really, I wonder,” said Lau, being vague as usual.

“I’m looking for a woman,” said Soma. He showed the really terrible drawing. “Her name is Mina. She was a servant at my palace.”

“Sebastian, (Y/N), would you be able to look for her with that?” said Ciel.

“No,” said (Y/N) bluntly.

“But we shall endeavor to do our best,” said Sebastian.

“So, why is that woman in England?” asked Ciel.

“Mina was my personal attendant and like a caretaker to me,” said Soma. “I’ve been with her for as long as I can remember. My mother and my father paid me no heed, leaving me alone in the palace all the time, but Mina was always by my side. However, there was an English nobleman who had his eye on her, and he took her to England while I was away from the palace.”

“In other words, you came to England to get a woman back?” said Ciel.

“That’s right. I’ll definitely get her back, and then we’ll go home together,” said Soma.

“It’s an extravagant trip for just one servant,” remarked Ciel.

“It’s not extravagant!” declared Soma. He grabbed Ciel by the shoulder. “Do you understand my despair at having Mina taken away from me? Do you know how much I—!”

“I don’t,” said Ciel. “I have no idea, nor desire to know, of the despair that can be caused by something as trivial as that.” He shoved Soma away. “There are things that you cannot get back no matter how much you struggle. There is also despair that you cannot escape. You may not understand that, though.”

“Even so, I still had enough of being alone in that palace,” said Soma.

“Tch.” Ciel passed by Sebastian and (Y/N) as he left the room. “Follow them if they leave the mansion.” The demons nodded.

Sure enough, Sebastian and (Y/N) spied Agni leaving in the dead of night. (Y/N) stretched down to the parlor window and opened it to where Lau and Ciel were playing cards.

“Young Master, Agni is on the move,” said (Y/N).

“Very well. Follow—” began Ciel.

“Take me with you!” said Soma, appearing in the doorway.

“You!” said Ciel.

“I know Agni has been sneaking out after I fall asleep,” said Soma sadly. “I want to find out what he’s doing!”

Ciel sighed. “Fine.”

“Whose residence is this?” asked Soma as they watched Agni enter a large townhouse.

“A man who imports all the Indian goods he can get his hands on: Harold West,” said Ciel. “His business is coffee houses and emporiums. I met him once. He’s nothing more than a detestable rogue.”

“Some coffee houses were caught up in the inverted-hanging incidents,” remarked Sebastian. “However, no harm befell Mr. West since he was coincidentally away that day.”

“How fortunate for him,” said (Y/N), nose twitching.

“Shall we take a look, then?” said Ciel.

“Understood,” said Sebastian. He picked up Ciel under his arm and leapt over the wall, followed by (Y/N). Soma and Lau were quick to follow (But they had to climb).

The group crept quietly through the halls of the townhouse until they were outside the one lit room where voices murmured within.

“How about relaxing with a Scotch?” said West. “It’s a high-quality Scotch I bought from Justin and Brookes, who hold a Royal Warrant.” Agni didn’t move, and West sighed. “The plan up to now has been perfect. Well done, Agni. You don’t have to cause any more incidents. I’ve rid myself of my main rivals now. With your ‘Right Hand of God,’ the Royal Warrant is as good as mine.”

“Royal Warrant?” murmured Ciel. “So, that’s what this is about.”

“If I can complete this plan as you wish, can Mina—”

Agni was cut off as Soma stormed into the room at the mention of the woman. “Mina?”

“Who is that?” questioned West.

“Prince!” exclaimed Agni.

Ciel went to yell at Agni, but Sebastian pulled him back. “Young Master, your face and mine are well known. Let us sit back and watch.”

“Agni, you knew where Mina was?!” cried Soma, grabbing Agni’s collar.

“Ah, so that’s your master,” sneered West.

“You’re the one who took Mina, aren’t you?” demanded Soma. “Agni, rough this man up.” Agni didn’t move. “Agni, what are you doing?”

“Well, for now, let’s get Prince Stupid out of here,” muttered Ciel in the hall.

“But they know all of your identities,” said Lau.

“Leave it to me,” said Sebastian.

“Agni, strike this ‘prince’ and quiet him down,” ordered West.

“What?” gasped Soma.

“Agni,” pushed West.

Agni raised a hand, prepared to strike Soma, and the prince’s eyes widened in betrayal. The hand flew down.

It was caught.

Everyone’s eyes widened. A man with a deer head stood tall between the Indian men.

“What the hell?! Is that a bloody deer?!” cried West in astonishment (and a little horror).

Well, that’s a fun way to disguise yourself, thought (Y/N).

“Yes, thank you for pointing out the obvious. I am a ‘dear,’ ” said Sebastian in the deer head, clearly amused at the homonym. He bowed.

“Agni! He might be a spy!” cried West.

“No, I am merely one hell of a deer,” said Sebastian.

He loves that line, thought (Y/N) in amusement.

“Kill him!” cried West. “Or do you want that promise to go up in smoke?! Do it!”

Tears of blood dripped from Agni’s eyes. “I have only one god and master, and I decided to swing my fists for no one but him. Please forgive me for the sins I commit against you!”

“Agni, you aren’t…!” Soma watched in betrayal as Agni unwrapped his right hand, and he began to glow with power.

He lunged at Soma and Sebastian, but Sebastian picked up Soma and dodged. The wardrobe behind them shattered at Agni’s blow. The destruction continued as Sebastian jumped around the room and Agni’s blindly attacked.

“No! The crystal glass I bought from Thomas Good!” wailed West. “The Royal Worchester centerpiece! My Tiffany stained glass!”

He deserves this, thought (Y/N), grinning as they watched the man lose his material possessions.

“Looks like it’s getting a bit rough,” said Lau. He picked up Ciel, who spluttered indignantly. “Let’s go on and get out of here.”

“Put me down! (Y/N)!” cried Ciel.

“Sorry, sir, orders don’t work on me,” said (Y/N), far too amused at Lau holding Ciel to help him.

“Blood hell! Just grab the prince and escape!” said Ciel.

“Understood,” said Sebastian, leaping out the window while Ciel, Lau, and (Y/N) exited the house.

“He far surpassed the scope of a human back there,” observed Lau once they were safely back and the three men were drinking tea.

“That was the concentration technique known as Samadhi,” said Soma. “Once he gets like that, no one can touch him.”

“Samadhi?” asked Ciel.

“It’s a type of trance state,” explained (Y/N). “Through pure devotion, like that of Agni to Prince Soma, people are able to wield tremendous power. It is something we lack; the power of faither born of love and trust.”

And yet… The demons glanced at one another.

“Then why would he betray me?” sighed Soma. “Why does everyone around me disappear?!” He slammed his fists on the coffee table. He swept the teacups and tea off the table in a tantrum.

“You!” cried Ciel.

“Why is it? Why?” Soma’s shoulders shook. He ran out of the room.

(Y/N)’s eyes narrowed as they stared at the broken porcelain on the floor.

“Oh, dear, I brought that Haviland tea set out because I thought it suited you so well…” remarked Sebastian. He smirked. “It may be a good idea for him to be redisciplined.”

“I never have liked the spoiled ones,” said (Y/N).

Sebastian roughly pulled the blanket off of Soma, throwing him to the floor.

“You rude swine!” cried Soma.

“Just who is the rude swine?” questioned Sebastian coldly. “This is the Phantomhive mansion in England. In this place, you have no authority to order me to do anything.”

“You are nothing more than a spoiled brat,” said (Y/N). “A powerless, naïve child without Agni by your side.”

“That’s right. I have nothing else left.” Soma hung his head. “I’ve lost everyone.”

“Lost? My goodness, you have a most unbelievable imagination,” said Sebastian. He smirked. “You haven’t lost anything. You never had it in the first place.”

(Y/N) leaned down towards Soma, and Sebastian recognized the demonic glint in their eye. It had been a while since he’d seen (Y/N) really lay into someone, tear their ego to pieces, and he was looking forward to it.

“Your parents gave you status. Your parents gave you a palace. Your parents gave you servants. Tell me, what of that is truly yours? Nothing,” said (Y/N). The shadows around them quivered.

“No…” murmured Soma.

“Agni, too, of course, but you lacked the courage to confirm it,” said (Y/N) with a condescending sigh, like they were speaking to a child.

“Y-You’re wrong!” cried Soma. He ran for the door, but (Y/N) slammed it shut.

“Me, wrong? No, dear prince, you’re just finally seeing the tragedy that is your life,” purred (Y/N).

Soma sobbed and fell to his knees. “They all said they’d be with me forever.”

“Quite clearly that was another service to you. There is no reason to serve someone for no personal gain,” said Sebastian coldly.

And yet… whispered a soft voice in his head. And yet they are still here.

Sebastian ignored the voice and continued. “In the slums, even a three-year-old knows that.”

“You have not earned anything from anyone. You are just a brat,” said (Y/N).

Sebastian’s eyes fell upon them. This time, he didn’t need a voice needling him. The thoughts of just how sinfully alluring they looked wrapped in shadow and moonlight as they lorded over a human came without cease. That was the demon (Y/N) was. And that was yet another side of them Sebastian simply couldn’t get enough of.

“Let’s leave it there,” said Ciel, appearing in the doorway.

“Young Master,” said Sebastian.

“I might have been the same as him, if not for that month,” said Ciel somberly.

“Wh-What month?” asked Soma, getting to his feet.

“I was forced to taste the humiliation of having my house burned, my family killed, and being treated as less than a barn animal,” said Ciel. “I was a powerless child, but I returned here in order to bestow the same humiliation upon those who tortured me. My parents were in the way of those who killed them. If the Phantomhives are a nuisance to them, if I continue to hold the reins of this household, they’ll probably target me again. I am waiting for them to come for my life.”

“Why would you go that far?” asked Soma.

“What could come of sitting around sad and in mourning?” said Ciel. “Even a dead person can stay still, but I’m alive and standing on my own two feet. If I’m going to end up dying one day, I’d rather do it with no regrets. I wouldn’t call it something as grand as revenge. It’s all just to make me feel better. It’s a game between them and me to see who will win. Even if I’m flung into the depths of despair, if there is even a spider’s thread I can use to climb out, I’ll grab it and never give up. We humans have strength to do that. However, whether to grab it or not is up to each individual.”

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow at the speech. Strong words for so small a human. But they respected the drive. They understood why Sebastian took him as his contract.

“Now, let’s stop this ridiculous babble,” sad Ciel. “Sebastian, (Y/N), I have something to discuss with you on the West incident. Come.” He walked out of the room.

“Yes,” said Sebastian.

(Y/N) smiled, a stark contrast to the dark aura that had surrounded them as they spoke to Soma earlier. “Yes, my Lord.”

“Ciel!” said Soma. Ciel paused. “I am seventeen, but I am totally idiotic and naïve compared to you! I’ve been spoiled only because of who my parents are. Even though I knew Agni was troubled, I didn’t hear him out, but now I want to know. I want to see them both and find out why they left me. That’s why! Please come with me!”

“I refuse.” Ciel shut the idea down almost comedically. “There’s no way I’m dragging around the weight of a naïve idiot like you. I suppose the door to the living room isn’t locked, though.”

“Ciel!” Soma’s face lit up and he hugged Ciel. “I’m sorry for lashing out at you like that before. Please forgive me.” He hid behind Ciel as he faced Sebastian and (Y/N). “I want to say sorry to you two as well.”

(Y/N) waved a hand and smirked with Sebastian. “Don’t trouble yourself. This is quite interesting.”

“To think that West was after a Royal Warrant,” said Ciel as Sebastian served tea. “Well, I suppose that’s something a detestable rogue would think of.”

“What exactly is a Royal Warrant?” asked Soma. He jumped as (Y/N) set a teacup down beside him, and they smirked.

“It’s an endorsement given by royalty to shops they like. A Royal Warrant is the British Royal seal of approval,” said Sebastian. “A week from now, there will be a curry contest conducted at the Crystal Palace.

“Curry?” said Soma.

“Yes,” said (Y/N).

“According to rumors, Her Majesty—a famed curry lover—may also come and observe,” said Sebastian.

“That’s just a rumor,” said Ciel. “Since the death of her husband Prince Albert, Her Majesty rarely makes public appearances.”

“How is the curry contest connected to the incidents?” asked Soma in confusion.

“The main dish at West’s coffee house is curry,” said Ciel. “If he secures the Royal Warrant, his sales will undoubtedly go up. In other words, in order to reduce the number of rivals in that contest, he had Agni carry out those incidents. He then used the message to make it seem like the incidents were caused by Indians who were angry with England. Agni probably went along with the plan to save Mina for the sake of his ‘god.’ ”

Sebastian handed Ciel a piece of paper, and the Earl regarded it before laying it on the table. It was a copy of the letter West had ordered written to divert attention from himself as a suspect. “Speaking of gods,” said Ciel, pointing to the tongue drawing. “Yours is the Goddess Kali with her tongue stuck out, and since Agni was the one who wrote this, and his god is you, it must have been all for your sake. He’s probably written all his prayers and feelings of regret here.”

And now Soma has the choice to lay there and do nothing or rebuild himself, thought (Y/N).

“Even though you’re apart, Mr. Agni still believes in you and lives for you,” said Sebastian. “You really do have a wonderful servant, don’t you?”

“Agni…” murmured Soma.

“Oh, my. All’s well that ends well,” said Lau brightly. “Well, then, we shouldn’t get involved any further. Let’s just leave it to Scotland Yard.”

“Hold on! What will happen to Agni and Mina?” said Soma worriedly.

“Who knows?” said Lau.

“We’ve determined that there’s no underworld involvement, so it’s not our concern,” said Ciel.

“Indeed. This is my problem. I’ll think of a way to resolve everything by myself,” said Soma.

“That’s an excellent resolution,” said Ciel. “Well, then, I shall be getting on with my own work myself. I was called out to London in winter for this idiotic case. Don’t you think I should be compensated for my expenses?” Ciel was scheming. “Luckily, all of the other famous curry shops have been knocked out of the competition by West. If the Phantomhive company participates and beats West, we’ll receive the Royal Warrant. I’ve been considering expanding into the food industry, anyway. If we become the supplier to the Royal Household in our first endeavor, it’s sure to create a stir.”

“But there’s one week left, right?” said Lau. “Will you be able to get the specialists and machinery in time to make the curry?”

“I don’t need any of that,” said Ciel. “Isn’t that right?” He smirked as he glanced up at Sebastian and (Y/N).

Sebastian smirked. “It is only natural for someone who serves under the Phantomhives to be able to do this. I will obtain the Royal Warrant without fai—”

“That’s impossible,” said Soma. “There’s no way you can win. They have Agni, and he has the goddess Kali’s right hand!”

“It is true that Agni’s prowess is formidable, but this time we are not dealing with martial arts,” said Ciel. “This is a contest of cooking skill.”

“That’s why I’m saying it,” said Soma. “None of you know Agni’s true skill. Neither do you know real curry.”

“Real curry?” asked (Y/N), raising an eyebrow.

“Curry is based on a selection of fitting spices. The number of combinations is endless,” explained Soma. “Finding the supreme combination from those infinite choices is like looking for a needle in a haystack. It is akin to pulling the truth of the universe from thin air. However, Agni is able to do it. He is able to imagine the world from nothing. That power is truly of the gods’ domain. That is why Agni is known as the goddess Kali’s right hand. I have never eaten curry more delicious than Agni’s.”

“I see. It is truly Kali’s Curry,” said Lau. He laughed at his alliteration.

“So he says,” said Ciel.

“My, my. That seems quite the challenge,” said Sebastian.

“Could be fun,” said (Y/N), smirking.

“Indeed.”

Days and quite literally hundreds of curries later, Sebastian was stuck. (Y/N) watched him return from serving Ciel tea with an annoyed quirk in his brow.

“The Young Master not pleased with your progress?” they said teasingly.

“No, but he did give a rather interesting order,” said Sebastian, holding a piece of chocolate in his hand, having gone uneaten by the irritated (and irritating) Earl.

“Oh?” (Y/N) cocked their head in interest.

Sebastian snapped off a piece of chocolate and handed it to them. “How does it taste?”

(Y/N) placed the sweet in their mouth and allowed it to melt, savoring the tastes. One thing they were glad of after being born from a human life was that they still had a taste for human food. Sebastian had to relearn how to properly create human food when there were long breaks in time between contracts, but (Y/N) could still understand them (a fact that, once he learned it, irritated him to no end).

“A perfect balance of bitterness and sweetness,” said (Y/N).

“Excellent,” said Sebastian.

“Why?” asked (Y/N).

“The Young Master ordered me to put it in the curry.”

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Promptober 2024 Day 22- Car Accident (AU, Post-STEM)

Prompt: Stefano is in the hospital after a car accident. How does Sebastian react?

Warnings: none

“Detective Castellanos, your guy’s in the yellow interview room,” a young patrol officer says as he passes Sebastian in the hall of the precinct.

“Thanks,” Sebastian calls over his shoulder, making a mental note to learn that kid’s name at some point. He pulls open the door of the detective division and begins to weave his way through the maze of cubicles to the interview rooms when his radio blares to life.

“Unit 5403 on scene in the 1500 block of Main Street. Motor vehicle accident with injuries.”

Sebastian reaches down to the radio clipped to his belt and turns down the volume. He doesn’t need to hear every detail of a routine traffic accident, especially since he’s about to interview the key witness in his current robbery case.

Even with the volume down, he hears the next transmission perfectly.

“Medic 5 is in route to Krimson City General with one patient Stefano Valentini-”

The rest of the sentence doesn’t even register, because the moment Sebastian hears Stefano’s name there’s a ringing in his ears. The room around him is blurry, distant somehow, as though he’s viewing it from the end of a long hallway. He can feel his heart pounding, but there’s no air in his lungs, and he struggles to draw even one breath.

There’s a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, Detective Castellanos?”

The voice is distorted, like it’s being played in slow-motion. He turns to see the same patrol officer from before.

“Are you okay?”

The kid’s voice sounds normal this time, and Sebastian blinks.

“No,” he says. Then, “I’m going to the hospital.”

“Can I drive you?”

Riding in a marked car has its benefits, because Watts, which he eventually learns is the kid’s name, runs the lights and sirens all the way there. At a couple of points he practically drives on the sidewalk, but Sebastian isn’t going to tell him to stop. He’s too busy on his phone.

After calling the hospital, the fire station that dispatched the ambulance, and every officer he can think of that might have responded to that call, he remembers he has a radio that he could use to communicate directly with the officer in question. Of course he’s probably not supposed to use his radio for something like this and by that point they’re at the hospital anyway.

He dives out of the car, shouting his thanks to Watts as his feet hit the pavement, already propelling him toward the door of the hospital.

He crosses the waiting room in four steps and throws himself at the front desk.

“I need to see Stefano Valentini!”

The receptionist on duty, a middle aged woman Sebastian has never seen before, does not look impressed. Sebastian starts trying to formulate some words to explain what’s going on and why he needs to get in there right now, but his throat is closing up again and he ends up just pulling out his badge and waving it at her.

She’s still not impressed, but just then one of the regular ER nurses comes out of the door beside the desk.

“Hi Detective Castellanos!” Julie says with a bright smile before taking in Sebastian’s expression. “What happened?”

“It’s my husband,” Sebastian manages to choke out. “He was in an accident.”

Julie turns to the receptionist. “I’ve got this,” she says, gesturing to Sebastian to follow her as she turns to go back through the doors into the treatment area.

Sebastian plunges forward and is about to start going around pulling curtains on beds when Julie places a hand in the middle of his chest.

“Stop,” she says firmly. “Breathe. Let’s figure out where he is.”

Sebastian’s thoughts are going in so many different directions that it’s kind of a relief to have someone tell him exactly what to do. He does breathe, and Julie turns to one of the computers at the nurses’ station.

“What’s his name?”

“Stefano Valentini.”

Sebastian’s voice echoes inside his own head. He’s hyper aware of everything around him, the smell of disinfectant, the green-tinted fluorescent lights, the grumbles and moans and the sounds of machines running behind the curtains.

“He’s in surgery right now,” Julie says. “I’ll walk you down there, but you can’t go in the room.”

Sebastian nods mutely and follows her through the treatment area and down the hall. She stops outside the door to the operating room and points to a chair.

“You can wait here until they take him into recovery.”

Sebastian nods again and sinks down into the seat. Julie eyes him for a second as though she’s afraid he’s going to try to burst into the operating room. He can’t blame her, but all the adrenaline of the last thirty minutes has gone out of him. Stefano is in the hands of people who can actually help him. There’s nothing he can do now.

While he waits, Sebastian has time to imagine all kinds of horrible things, but the reality of seeing Stefano all bandaged up and attached to machines is almost worse. When they wheel him into recovery, the doctor assures Sebastian he’s going to recover, but in that moment, it doesn’t make him feel any better.

He sits with Stefano, two fingers resting on the back of his hand, afraid to touch him any more than that in case it causes him pain, just thinking about what Stefano is feeling right now, about how he’s going to explain this to Lily, about what he’s going to do if Stefano never wakes up.

After what seems like an eternity, Stefano starts to come around, and his eye flutters open.

“Stefano,” Sebastian says softly.

Stefano’s eye moves just a little, but Sebastian is sure Stefano knows he’s there. Even that small gesture is enough that the tension inside him starts to melt away.

“I’m so glad you’re alive,” he says. “I literally don’t know what I would do without you.”

Stefano’s hand closes around Sebastian’s fingers, and he doesn’t let go.

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bbgem329 · 1 year ago

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Things Are Never As They Seem—Chapter Twenty One

Pairings—Sebastian Stan x F!Reader, Sebastian Stan x OFC (PR relationship)

Summary

You and Sebastian Stan have been dating privately for over two years. Everything is perfect until he is coerced into a PR relationship when he signed with a new agency to advance his career. Trouble ensues…

Warnings

MINORS DNI! 18++. Language. Angst. Fluff. Hollywood sucks ass. Mentions of overdose and drug abuse. Daddy issues. Seb is the best bf ever. Implied smut.

Series Masterlist

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April 10, 2021

“How are you feeling, sweetheart?”

You lazily rolled your head to the side, following the sound of his voice. Your eyes struggled to adjust to the light as you squinted up at him with a dopey grin, “S’ good.”

Sebastian chuckled, “Yeah?”

You shivered at the feeling of his hand trailing gently up and down your spine, exhaling a content sigh, “I am jelly.”

And that was the only thing you could come up with at the moment. Your mind was completely empty and your body completely lax. All morning your boyfriend had had you in this exact state, from the moment you opened your eyes to find his pretty face between your legs until now, you supposed.

He laughed again, leaning down to press a kiss to your bare shoulder, “Jelly, huh?”

You relaxed back, letting your eyes flutter shut as his nails continued to scratch along your back, “Mhmm.”

“I can tell.” There was a smirk evident in his voice, “I see that massage really got to you. I think you fell asleep not even ten minutes in.” He chuckled, “But hey, can’t say I blame you. Tina does wonders on my back too.”

“Tina is the GOAT.” You mumbled sleepily, “Can we keep her?”

“The GOAT?” He laughed, louder this time, “Nah, sweetheart. But you got me. I give pretty decent massages, don’t I? I’m a goat too, right?”

You lifted your head to look at him, shooting him your best you-better-be-joking glare while struggling to bite back a life.

He pressed a hand to his chest, looking more than a little offended, “Baby, you wound me.”

“I’m kidding.” You giggled, pulling yourself up to sit on the edge of the table, the blanket covering you falling to expose your bare body to the room. “You know I love your messages. You’re a GOAT too. And that means the greatest of all times and you are really, really great to me.”

“I know.” He smirked a little, drawing an oversized, fluffy white robe over your shoulders, “Now move your butt, honey. I have a bath waiting for you and Tina needs to pack up her stuff, she has another client an hour across town.”

“Wait.” You frowned, “You’re not getting one?”

His brows furrowed as he took a hold of your hands, helping you from the table, “Why would I?”

“I just thought…” He cut you off with a soft kiss, wrapping you up tightly in his arms.

“Today is about you.” His nose skimmed along your cheek as he lifted one hand to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, “It’s your special day.”

“Will you at least join me in the bath?”

“No can do, baby.” He connected your lips for one more soft kiss before guiding you back in the direction of the master bathroom, “I have a lot to do and there are too many people coming in out of the house. I don’t want to leave anyone to their own devices.”

You could understand that. Anyone that was brought in, whether it be your home or publically at some restaurant or social outing, were usually pretty well vetted and always, always signed an NDA but it was still uncomfortable and there was always that what if–what if someone accidentally slipped up, what if someone had nothing to lose and didn’t care about the consequences of exposing you.

In the past, it wouldn’t have been the biggest deal if your relationship was exposed but now…

Now there was so much more on the line.

Your careers. Both of your reputations. Your lives.

You were pulled from your thoughts as a familiar older lady reentered the room, wearing a big smile, “How are you feeling, honey?”

You plastered on a matching smile, “I feel amazing, Tina. Thank you so much.”

“Of course,” She waved you off, looking a little bashful, “Happy birthday, darling girl. It was an absolute honor to do this for you.”

You blushed a little, tucking yourself shyly into Sebastian’s side. Sometimes you forgot you were a celebrity. It wasn’t like it was the first time someone had something like that to you and yet you didn’t think you would ever get used to it.

And if you were being honest, it made you uncomfortable.

It wasn’t as if you weren’t flattered. You were. Very much. You just didn’t see yourself as someone with that kind of status and you probably never would.

You weren’t the queen of England, you were just you.

“Thanks again, Tina.” Sebastian spoke up, giving you a comforting squeeze. There wasn’t a doubt he knew exactly what was going on in your head and you were beyond thankful he’d stepped in before things got too awkward. “If you give me one second to get her situated, I’ll help you carry your stuff out to your car.”

“Of course.” She shot you a smirk, wiggling her graying brows, “What a gentleman. You’re a lucky girl.”

You beamed up at your lover, burrowing your body closer to his just as he dipped down to press a kiss to your head, “I am so lucky. The luckiest woman alive.”

You shared one last smile and a little wave goodbye before Sebastian pulled you into the bathroom, closing and locking the door gently behind you. Your jaw practically hit the floor when you took in the space around you.

“Sebastian.” You breathed out, “You did all this?”

The room was mostly dark, the only light coming from the candles scattered around the counter and along the edge of the tub. There was soft, soothing music coming from a speaker and the bathtub was filled with steaming water and a mound of bubbles. It looked so inviting and smelled so good.

“Well, yeah.” He shrugged, like it was no big deal. He was trying to play it off but the blush on his cheeks told you otherwise. He pulled a hand out of his pocket, avoiding your eyes as he waved his hand towards the bath, “I put some epsom salt in the bath. I thought about adding lavender but that just might put you to sleep again. I want you to relax but not-”

You threw yourself into him, arms wrapped tightly over his shoulders and around his neck. “It’s perfect.” You smiled, pausing to press a quick kiss to his cheek. “Everything is perfect, Seb. You’re making this the best birthday ever.”

“Really?” He looked skeptical, “I know you said you wanted it to be just us but I wanted you to have the…” He waved a hand, “The full work up, ya know? I wanted you to be treated like a princess and waited hand-and-foot on today. I mean, ideally we would be on some tropical island—laying out on the beach and drinking margaritas or something. Maybe we can do that next year-”

“We definitely can.” You took his face in your hands, drawing his lips to yours for a soft, drawn out kiss, “Sebastian, this is perfect. I mean it. We could be anywhere in the world, doing anything or nothing, and I would still think it's the best birthday ever as long as I was with you.”

There was a second of silence, eyes searching one anothers before you both burst into a fit of giggles.

“I think that was the cheesiest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

You nodded, cheeks flaming, “It definitely was.”

“You’re so cute.” He smiled, scrunching his nose at you in your favorite way, “And so sweet.” He pecked your lips one last time before giving your butt a tap, “Now get that cute ass in the tub before it gets cold. I need to go help Tina.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at him, failing to suppress your smile as you did as you were told. You made a little show of stripping yourself of your robe before tossing it at him, watching with glee as his hungry eyes trailed your body, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“Are you sure you don’t want to join me?” You gave your hips an enticing wiggle, eyes hooded as you glanced over your shoulder at him.

“I would if i could, baby.” He approached you then, his eyes shamelessly wandering as he offered you a hand into the tub. “There will be plenty of alone time for us later to do whatever you please with me.”

You jutted your bottom lips out in an exaggerated pout, “Promise?”

“Promise.” He chuckled and with a gentle push on your shoulder, he guided you down into the sudsy hot water. “I’m gonna go help Tina and check in on a few things. I’ll be back in like ten but here is your phone,” He pulled your phone from his pocket, setting it on a towel beside the tub, “If you want to change the song or need something you can text me.”

You let out a content sigh as you sunk back against the back of the tub, submerging yourself deeper in the water, “Thank you so much.”

“Of course.” He blew you a little kiss and shot you one last boyish grin before slipping out of the bathroom, closing the door tightly behind him.

Your eyes fluttered shut, your body relaxing completely and your usually loud mind falling quiet for once.

It really was one of the best birthdays. Especially compared to last year when you were stuck in Seb’s apartment for lockdown. Even that hadn’t been all bad, at least you had been him then too.

No matter what he always managed to make you feel so special on occasions such as these.

Growing up you didn’t really have anyone that would go out of their way to be there in the way that he had for your birthday. You spent a lot of birthdays and holidays alone. More often than not, your very own father would forgot. All you yearned for as you got older was for someone to put the effort in that no one bothered to before—to heal and give that part of you, your inner child, a little extra love.

And Sebastian did that.

Without fail.

You didn’t even have to ask.

He enjoyed doing it just as much as you enjoyed receiving it.

You were ripped from your relaxed state when the music stopped abruptly, cut off by the incessant ringing of your phone. You were so annoyed by the interruption you didn’t even bother to look at the caller ID before bringing it to your ear with a breathless, “Hello?”

All you got was a croak of your name.

Your heart sank in your chest, eyes squeezing shut as you slumped back against the back of the rub.

The last person you expected to hear from anytime soon said your name again, “Are you there?”

“Sorry.” You cleared your throat, fingers pinching the bridge of your nose, “I’m here.”

“Happy birthday, baby girl.”

You rolled your eyes, biting down hard on your lip to suppress a scoff. The fucking audacity of this man. He overdoses, the hospital sends him to rehab, he sobers up for who knows how long this time, calls you because he feels kinda bad–begs for forgiveness, says he’s changed.

It was a repeating cycle.

Wash, rinse, and repeat.

It wouldn’t be too long now until he was back on the streets with something stronger than alcohol or weed running through his veins.

“You there, sweetpea?” His voice absolutely grated your nerves. Has it always been this annoying or were you finally done with this man’s shit? “I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for a few days but that boyfriend of yours keeps intercepting my calls. I’m glad I could finally reach you.”

Sebastian had done that?

Now that you think about it, you really hadn’t been on your phone much for the last couple days. It was always set on silent, resting on the nightstand in your bedroom or in Sebastian’s pocket when you were out and about.

It’s definitely possible.

And why did that make your heart want to burst right out of your chest? Why did that have tears welling up in your eyes?

God, you hadn’t even realized. For the past, however many days, he’d been shielding you from your father—protecting your heart.

What the fuck did you deserve this man?

Your name was called again, tone growing more impatient this time. But before you could respond Sebastian appeared in the doorway, balancing a tray holding a plate of chocolate covered strawberries and a huge glass of what you assumed was some sort of smoothie. The smile on his face fell as soon as he saw your expression, eyes flashing to your phone.

“Yeah.”

“That boyfriend of yours sure can be an asshole.” He huffed a little, “I mean I’m glad he’s looking out for you and all but I’m your father! He has no say in who you're talking to, especially when it comes to me.”

“Oh,” You laughed dryly, eyes locked with your lovers as he set the tray on the bathroom counter, “You’re my father now?”

You watched as Sebastian’s entire body stiffened, expression turning to one of complete stone. The flip was instantaneous. You’d only seen him like this a few times throughout the years of knowing him. He had always been slow to anger but once he was there… lets just say you would absolutely hate to be the person on the receiving end of his temper.

“Don’t be like that sweetheart—”

Before you could even blink, your phone was snatched from between your fingers.

You watched with your heart in your throat as your lover brought the phone to his ear, “I thought I told you not to bother her anymore?”

His voice, all low and raspy, sent shivers racing up your spine and butterflies bursting through your belly. This shouldn’t turn you on like it did. The tick in his jaw, the flash of fury in his cerulean eyes, and the clench in his fist shouldn’t get you riled up and hot.

You couldn’t help though. He was standing up for you.

He was protecting you.

“No, you listen to me.” He hissed, steps heavy as he paced from one end of the bathroom to the next, “You’ve put her through enough. She’s given you chance after chance, supported you and encouraged you to get your fucking shit together. She’s spent thousands of dollars to get you the help you need and every single fucking time you turn around and stab her in the fucking back.”

Your jaw was practically on the floor. Sebastian had never spoken to someone like this–not that you'd witnessed anyways. You could hardly believe your ears or your eyes when he paused his listening to pass you the plate of strawberries and the smoothie with a bashful smile.

Who was this man?

You couldn’t help but giggle a little as you sank back in the water with your smoothie in one hand and a strawberry in the other to watch the free show you were getting.

“She will reach out to you when she wants to talk.” He scrubbed a hand down his face, expression hard again, “I sincerely hope you mean that but until we see some real proof—some real change. Don’t reach out.” He waved a hand around, gesturing aminantly, “Don’t call. Don’t text. Don’t try to find her, she’s moved since then. Don’t email. Nothing. If you’re serious about this. If you love her, you’ll do as I say and respect our wishes.”

And with that he hung up. A few taps to your screen and the music started back up, softer now.

“Baby.” He shook his head, steps hesitant as he approached the side of the tub, “I am so sorry. I know I shouldn’t have done that. I should’ve told you when he first called but I couldn’t stand it-,” He sat down on the edge of the tub and you set your drink aside so he could take your hands in his, “The idea of him hurting you. I knew he’d be calling any day now. I’ve been keeping track of where he was and he’s back at the rehab center… Which don’t even worry about anything to do with that, I have it covered—cost and all.” His shoulder slumped slightly as he released a heavy sigh, “I know I should’ve talked to you but you’re doing so good, you’re happy and content.” He shook his head, “I didn’t want him to stir up your life and cause you pain like he always does.”

“Sebastian.” You said softly, rising up on your knees to take his face between your hands. “Thank you so much.” You shook your head, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips, “You have no idea how much that means to me. I had no idea.”

“You’re not mad?”

He looked so much like a kicked puppy at that moment–eyes all soft and big, plump lips pouted, you could hardly handle it.

“I’m not mad.” You lifted yourself higher out of the water, bearing more of your body to his eyes, “I’m the opposite of mad. And if you don’t get in here right this second and kiss me, I’m coming after you.”

Never have you seen a man undress so quick.

And by the time you got out the water was cold and you were once again jelly.

—————

“You can’t be serious.”

“I’m not kidding, baby.” Sebastian huffed, holding a piece a fabric at the ready, “Just fucking indulge me, jeez. Why the fuck are you so stubborn?”

“Me? Stubborn?” There was no holding back a laugh, “Never!”

“Yeah.” He shook his head, rolling his eyes, “Okay. And I was born on mars.”

“You know what, you fucking wish you were born on mars–”

“Oh my God.” He interjected, voice loud but humor evident in his tone. “Turn the fuck around and let me put this fucking blind fold on your goddamn eyes, woman.”

“Jeez.” You covered your mouth with your hand and snickered, “Grumpy.”

He huffed, gripping you gently by the shoulders and spinning you away from him. You didn’t have time to protest any further before the blindfold was yanked over your eyes and he took your hands in his, guiding you outside.

“See.” You could practically hear the smirk in his voice, “Was that so hard?”

“Fuck off.” You practically beamed and he laughed.

You let him lead you further into the backyard.

You had absolutely no day what he had planned, all you knew was he’d been working on whatever was back here on and off all day.

Today had been filled with nothing but surprises from the moment you woke up. Starting with breakfast in bed, followed by the in-home massage, pedicure, and facial, of course, the bath, and then a painting class he’d set up after a nice, light lunch. You did a puzzle together, did some karaoke on a machine he recently bought, and had a nice dinner from your favorite little family owned pizza shop a few blocks over with a few glasses of wine.

You hated everything to do with surprises unless it came from him. He knew you well enough to know what you would like. You trusted him more than you trusted yourself at times.

Everything was perfect.

He was perfect.

There was nothing that could ruin this day now.

“Okay.” Your lover spoke up, “You ready?”

You laughed, feeling a little giddy, “I was born ready, Stan!”

He didn’t respond but instead ripped the fabric from your head.

The moment your eyes adjusted, a gasp tumbled from your lips.

“Holy…” You turned to look at him, tears welling up in your eyes, “Sebastian.”

“Baby?” He reached for you and you let him take your hand, “Don’t cry.”

“What the-”

You took a step towards the canopy he’d set up around a big blow up mattress completely covered in a million different blankets and pillows. On each side of the bed was a little table filled with all different kinds of snacks, drinks, and candy. Positioned at the end of the bed was a huge projector screen with Netflix already pulled up.

“I can’t believe you.” For, what felt like the millionth time today, you turned and launched yourself into his embrace, “This is the best surprise ever.” You grabbed his face between your hands, layering kisses all over his face, “I’m so fucking happy. Thank you. Thank you.”

He laughed, all warm and light, hoisting you up by the back of your thighs before tossing you lightly on the mattress and crawling up over you. “Does that mean I did good?”

You wrapped yourself back around him, tugging him down by the collar of his t-shirt, “It means you did great.”

You dragged him down further, connecting your lips in a hot, needy kiss. He indulged you for a few minutes, lips pressing incessantly against yours, tongues tangling when you opened your mouth for him.

He pulled back with a frustrated groan. “Fuck.” His forehead dropped to yours, “I forgot the popcorn.”

“No.” You whined, making grabby hands as he moved off you, crawling towards the edge of the bed, “Don’t go!”

“I’ll be right back!” He chuckled, pulling himself up to stand, “You get comfy, pick out a movie, and I’ll turn out the back lights and grab the popcorn.” He glanced back over his shoulder at you, shooting you a wink, “I know how much you love it. It’s a must.”

You gave a little hmph as he left but did as told, sliding beneath the comforter after locating the remote and adjusting the many pillows and blankets to your liking. Once comfortable, you started working your way through the many selections Netflix had to offer, trying to find something good to watch.

You were stuck between a romcom or a scary movie so you decided to wait until Sebastian returned.

Minutes ticked by and he still had yet to return.

You gave it a few more minutes.

I mean, how long did it take to make popcorn?

Definitely not this long.

With a huff, you threw the covers off and slid out of the comfy bed and trekked back towards the house. You were going to chew his ass if he was farting around on his phone or something.

“Sebastian.” You practically stomped into the house, through the living room but came to an abrupt halt when you picked up the sound of voices near the front of the house. You took a detour, listening as the voices got louder and more heated with every step.

“You need to leave right fucking now.”

That was Sebastian’s voice. Your heart felt like it was seconds away from crawling up your throat as you finally stepped into the hallway, the doorway in sight.

“I mean it,” His voice was so cold and nasty, “You’re not welcome here tonight. You weren’t supposed to come for at least another week.”

“Plans change.”

Your heart changed directions, dropping to your ass as you took in the sight of a farmilar blonde standing on the front porch with her luggage at her feet.

“Sebastian.”

He spun around, expression softening as soon as he laid eyes on you. “Baby.”

“What are you doing here?” You looked past him, locking eyes with a pair of dark ones.

You didn’t like the look in her eye nor the sly smirk painted across her lips. She knew exactly what she was doing, she knew what today was.

“Coming to see my boyfriend.” She grinned, reaching out to trail her fingers down his arm, fortunately he immediately shrugged her off, “Of course.”

You were wrong.

There was something that could ruin this day.

And that something was Catalina.

You were officially in your own personal hell.

Happy fucking birthday to you, right?

—————

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Collector’s Bounty: Part 1

Welcome to my newest WIP! @whumplr-reader gave me the prompt “ransom doesn’t arrive, whumper needs to do some quick black market organ work to make up the money they thought they were getting”, and I loved it so much that I’m making a whole series about it. This is part 1. Tw: referenced/threatened human trafficking. Enjoy!

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It turned out Jackson Hawthorne’s family didn’t care about him nearly as much as Aris had been counting on.

The Hawthorne family does not stoop to ransoms or blackmail. The law is on your case and rest assured, you will be caught.

A paltry, two-sentence note typed on crisp stationery had been left in lieu of the tens of thousands Aris had demanded.

And he needed that money. A hit job for his newest client had gone south, and if he couldn’t come up with enough cash to clean up the mess, he’d be paying in blood— this time, his own. He snatched up the note, crumbling it into his pocket and stalking out of the dilapidated warehouse towards his car.

How dare they?

Going 90 on the deserted byways back to his place did nothing to vent his frustration, so he had his favorite balisong in hand by the time he’d yanked the car into park, mindlessly flipping it through his fingers as he fumbled with his keys and headed towards the basement.

Cliche, he knew. But also windowless, dark, and nearly soundproof. He’d fortified the door to the staircase, added a few extra bolts, but the room was otherwise unmodified. And for now, the only bloodstains littering the cement floor were an old, rusty brown.

But not for long.

If he couldn’t get a show from the family, he could have fun toying with his captive.

“Looks like your family doesn’t give a shit about you, Hawthorne,” Aris snapped as he slammed the door shut behind him, taking the stairs two at a time. Jackson was exactly how Aris had left him, albeit with signs of struggle. The chair he’d been tied to had shifted, rope burns smudged angrily around his wrists and ankles, the gag stuffed in his mouth was tangled and spit-soaked. But none of Aris’s friends had been dumb enough to lay a hand on him.

“So here’s the deal,” he continued, stalking around the chair and raking a hand through his captive’s soft curls, his grip tightening when the man jerked away from the touch. “Just because your family won’t pay up doesn’t mean I don’t need the money. And right now, you’re still my most valuable asset. You’ve gotta make yourself useful somehow.”

He twirled the blade one more time before ghosting its tip over the man’s throat, steel dipping into arteries and sinew but not yet drawing blood. And for a rare moment, his captive stilled, eyes widening in terror, a gasp frozen in his lungs.

“Make no mistake, you have plenty of worth to me, even dead. A human heart can sell for nearly a million bucks. That’s tempting, isn’t it? But Sebastian Hawthorne wouldn’t take well to his eldest son succumbing to some mystery killer, now, would he? And having a revenge-seeking millionaire on your ass isn’t the greatest way to maintain anonymity.”

He removed the knife without fanfare, drumming his fingers against the back of the chair. “But sex sells, that’s what they say, anyway. Pretty young Hawthorne boy, one night only, anything goes?” He grinned and slipped the blade under his captive’s belt, giving it a playful tug.

Jackson thrashed against the restraints on instinct, his terrified gaze hardening with rage. A string of furious retorts were muffled by the gag, surfacing as nothing more than a pathetic collection of desperate sounds.

Aris shrugged.

“I mean, not my cup of tea, but cash is cash,” he continued indifferently. “Although I have to say, Sebastian’s precious heir getting ruined by mob brats would warrant a revenge campaign equally vigorous.”

He withdrew the knife once more, gazing dramatically into the distance as if lost in thought. A few beats of tense silence passed, then he slid the knife under the gag, cleaving through tattered fabric without fanfare.

“Don’t like my ideas, huh? How about you come up with something better?”

Jackson stammered wordlessly, the ferocity of moments before draining away like it had never existed.

“I— I— I uh—“

“Can’t think of anything?” Aris murmured. “Then it looks like we’ll have to stick with plan A.”

“No— I— fuck— uh— I can wire money from his account— if you let me go— I know his passwords—” Jackson sputtered. “I’ll get it to you, if you let me go—”

Aris laughed. “Let you go? I’ll stop you right there, pretty boy. You get out, you owe me nothing. I shoulda known you’d be too boring to have any good ideas. Guess we’ll go with my original idea, then.”

“No! Please—”

His thrashing grew so furious that the chair tipped over, throwing him to the ground with it.

“Not that one, you can stop freaking out,” Aris snorted, nudging his captive’s face with his boot. “Aww. I almost don’t wanna put you back upright, you’re finally where you belong.”

“But alas. It’d be a lot harder to get you out that way.”

Jackson’s face lit with hope like a kid’s on Christmas morning, and Aris’s twisted smirk only grew.

“Don’t look too excited, champ,” he mocked. “You’re not getting out of here in one piece or anything.”

“I mean, you’ll be mostly in one piece, but a kidney sells for at least a hundred thousand bucks, sometimes two. Seems like a fair trade, doesn’t it? I get my money, you keep your life and go back home to mommy and daddy like nothing ever happened.”

The thrashing recurred with renewed vigor, and Aris rolled his eyes, whipping his gun from his hip and holding it in front of Jackson’s face. “What are you gonna do when you get out of that chair? Take me down with your bare hands before I blow your brains out? Get your hands on my keys, slip past me, and make it through the locks and out to my car before you realize it won’t start without my fingerprint?” He slid the gun back into its holster.

“Face it, Hawthorne, you’re lucky I’m considering letting you go at all. You’re cute when you’re terrified. Probably even cuter covered in blood. I could just keep you. Cut some pretty designs into you, sell a kidney, a lung, some bone marrow every once in a while— a gram can go for three thousand, and that regenerates. Hurts like hell and all. Weakness, nausea, muscle pain, risks of nerve damage, and some massive needles are involved. Sounds like fun, doesn’t it?”

Aris knelt down next to Jackson’s trussed-up form, glaring at him until he made eye contact.

“Listen to me. I like a fighter. If you kick out at me, try anything stupid, whatever, that’s only gonna make me want to keep you for good. By all means, make this fun for me. But it’s not in your best interest. Understand?”

Jackson nodded shakily, gaze shifting to the floor.

“Alright then, here’s the plan. I’m gonna cut these ropes, get you outta the chair, and handcuff you. You’re going to follow me to the car like a civilized person, and depending on your behavior, you’ll either get into the backseat or I’ll shove you into the trunk. Either way though, I’m gonna sedate you, which is a protection for you as much as me. Because we both already know you’ll be tempted to do something stupid like jumping out of the moving car. We’re gonna make it to my friend’s place, prep you for the procedure, and the rest… well that’s not your problem. Except that you’re probably gonna need to stay put for a couple of days afterwards while we monitor your vitals and make sure you won’t die as soon as you’re shipped back to the mansion. Any questions?”

Jackson listened with a distant, hopeless expression, tears pricking in the corners of his eyes. He blinked them away, swallowing hard. Any real questions would go unanswered, he knew that much.

“You really like hearing yourself talk, don’t you?” he muttered instead.

Aris shrugged unapologetically. “Yep. You’ll get used to it.”

With that, he sliced through the ropes on Jackson’s ankles, then freed his wrists. His captive slumped to the floor in a heap, not even bothering to catch himself. He just curled up and buried his face in his hands.

“Come on, Hawthorne,” he said casually. “We don’t have all day.”

“How bad does it hurt?” Jackson asked softly. “I— I know it’s gonna hurt. But… how bad is it?”

Aris’s mocking smirk returned.

“Poor thing. I’ll just let you know, it’s gonna be hell after you wake up. You’re gonna wake up and ask to be knocked right back out again, cause pain meds are an expense I’d rather not pay for. It’ll ease up after a week or so, I’m sure you can tough it out. If your family ends up being reasonable, you’ll make your way back to them soon enough and they can pump you with as much morphine as your spoiled little heart desires, how ‘bout that?”

He heard the panicked hitch in Jackson’s breathing, watched as his eyes widened in terror, and plucked a syringe out of his jacket pocket.

All this stress couldn’t be good for his body or anything inside it.

“It’ll be over soon,” he said gently, holding the needle behind his back. With his other hand, he helped Jackson to his feet, then shifted to hold him by a shoulder before sinking the syringe into his neck, pushing the plunger in a smooth motion.

“Wait— but—” Jackson stammered. “I— please— I— I’m—”

“You’re too damn cute for your own good,” Aris murmured, cutting off his terrified babbling. “I’ll spare a few bucks for the morphine, alright? Least I can do now that you know twenty thousand bucks is worth more than your life in your family’s eyes.”

And in the midst of weak, half-slurred protests, Aris scooped up the Hawthorne heir in a bridal carry and hauled him off to his fate.

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