#SEBASTIAN MUTUALS……..IF YOU’RE OUT THERE……..

[crushribbons]

i really need more friends i can just text like “what flavor vape does seb sallow carry” because @wedonthaveawhile has to like “work” during the day and she’s probably one more bad message away from blocking 🩷

[ham1lton]

WET DREAMZ.

pairings: sebastian vettel x reader. lewis hamilton x reader. jenson button x reader. nico rosberg x reader. fernando alonso x reader.

summary: when you move next door to a hot single dad, you take it upon yourself to seduce him. too bad for you that he uncovers your plan. you’re not exactly subtle.

warnings: sexual content. like most of this is straight up smut. mdni. explicit mentions of f!reader’s body parts. charles cameo in nico’s! implied cheating in fernando’s.

author’s note: i woke up in a fugue and wrote this as i ignored all of my adult responsibilities. show it some love <3 also no beta. we die like men.

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SEBASTIAN VETTEL ✿

when your company allowed you to work remotely, you moved into a smaller village on the outskirts of germany. your family and friends weren’t too happy with your decision to move but with the current economic state of your country at the moment, it was great for your bank account.

your house was a modest affair, with three bedrooms but a gorgeous kitchen that gave you direct visual access into your neighbour’s backyard. the same neighbour who knocked on your door when you first moved in, with a jar of honey and some eggs as a housewarming gift. he was covered with a light sheen of sweat that would have seemed disgusting on anyone else. he introduced himself in german and switched to lightly accented english when he saw your confusion.

he’d sometimes pass you when he was walking his dog, or cycling to the farmer’s market. he’d make his kids wave hello as he’d pick them up and drop them off at their mother’s. he’d take your cakes when you’d exhausted your baking hobbies and would burst if you’d have another slice. he’d grin and smile bashfully when you told him you’d made one just the way he’d liked it.

as you watch him, he turns around and waves at you. a big grin splitting his face as you wave back. you’re so fucked. you spent an hour on facetime last night with your best friends as you went through the pros and cons of fucking your hot neighbour.

the cons outweighed the pros mostly, if it went badly you could lose access to the free gifts he’d bring by occasionally or his help when he would have a look at your car when it started spluttering when you needed to buy groceries. it would be weird too. aren’t adults supposed to be on good terms with their neighbours?

it didn’t stop you from you asking him if you could wait out the storm in his house instead of yours as all the lights had gone out and when he kissed you, you were shocked. you hadn’t needed to come up with a plan to seduce him into wanting you, because he already did.

he had you spread over his lap, his ring finger and his middle finger already in your centre. the sounds of your arousal filling the room as you fucked yourself against his digits. he smiled into the crook of your neck before kissing it.

“i knew you were this desperate for it,” he hums, his german accent thicker as he pressed his thumb lightly against your clit. he’s teasing you, and normally you’d be okay with it. playing this mutual game of cat and mouse but not when you’re this desperate to get off. “it’s okay. because i was desperate for it too.”

your eyes roll back as you reach your peak.

LEWIS HAMILTON ᯽

after your promotion, you decide to treat yourself to a summer home in monaco. it’s a flat in an expensive complex, with a pool, a gym and even a spa. you’d spend many days relaxing and enjoying the amenities or shopping with the bonus money that your boss had bestowed upon you for sealing a contract with one of the biggest businesses in your country. this was your time to relax.

yet, you couldn’t relax. as you finished your daily workout - yes you now had the time - you saw the hottest man in your entire life walk past you in a loose gym set. embarrassingly, you were filling up your water bottle which overflowed and covered you with the excess. thank god he didn’t see.

you hadn’t been much of a femme fatale, you were more of a business woman in your head. your sister told you that there wasn’t much difference between the two, just that the femme fatale chose a different line of business. it was that comment that encouraged you to start your plan of seduction.

it wasn’t working, even when you wore your best gym outfit, the one that made your ass look incredible, or when you attempted to bump into him at the complex’s coffee shop in the cute two piece that exposed your best assets. it seemed like he disappeared.

until he knocked at your door at the middle of the day, you opened it to see him dressed in a suit. for a selfish second, your thoughts drifted to him wearing this for you.

“do you mind watching my dog? roscoe is in a mood today and my usual dogsitter is busy. i have a meeting that is impossible for me to get out of. you’ll be doing me a big favour.” oh. he was british.

you smile at him, as graciously as you can. thanking god that you had just come back from brunch with the girls, so your hair and makeup were still done. you told him all about how much you love dogs and you wouldn’t mind at all watching his fur baby! you were a lovely neighbour after all.

he repaid the favour later anyways, on his knees and in between your legs. he pulls down your underwear, you had shaved in anxious preparation for this moment, your arousal leaving a stain against the fabric. he pressed his thumb against your folds before licking a stripe between them. his tongue flicking against you, as you pressed down harder on his face.

your moans were loud and unapologetic. you had a gorgeous man between your thighs, eating you out like this was his calling. he grinned at you, his face drenched in your juices. you groaned and put your hands on his braids.

now this was a holiday.

JENSON BUTTON ☆

moving to the big city was supposed to be a shock, but you took to it gracefully like a duck to water. london wasn’t the nicest to everyone but it took a liking to you. you bought a house with your best friend in a family neighbourhood with low crime rates and a high chance of getting more money when you’d both inevitably sell it in the future.

it was walkable which you loved. you could walk less then ten minutes to go shopping. you had come back with a few shopping bags when you accidentally bumped into your neighbour who was coming back from picking up his daughters. he laughs at the action as he apologises and gives a hand out for you to shake.

“i’m jenson. sorry about that, these two usually have me run off my feet!” he points at his two daughters who have already ran insider the house. “it’s like they’re my parents.”

after shaking your hand, he takes his cap off and runs a hand through his slightly greying hair. he’s wearing a pair of shorts with a loose t-shirt. it is almost summertime but the weather in london had a mind of its own. sunny one day, rainy the next and freezing for both. but jenson didn’t seem to mind the cold.

you introduce yourself and he listens intently until you realise that you have to go. there is frozen food in the bags and jenson’s daughters are calling for their post-school snack. but after that meeting, you always time your post shopping trip for when jenson comes back with the girls. your roommate/best friend doesn’t protest when you insist on the shopping being your chore but she does give you a sideways glance when she sees you chatting with jenson again on the step.

one night, you’ve come back from a date. it went awfully as per usual, although london seemed to love you and want you, the men didn’t seem to. you’re home late, when you rummage in your purse and swear loudly. you brought the wrong purse! you could call your roommate but she sleeps like the dead and probably wouldn’t answer. you’re thinking of breaking through the window when a voice calls at you.

“y/n?” jenson grins at you. “are you alright?”

after a moment, and a few minutes of arguing that you’re fine to sleep in the bushes, you’re inside jenson’s home. dressed in a pair of his old clothes. he hands you a cup of tea and puts down a packet of biscuits next to it.

“so, are you going to tell me why i caught you dressed to the nines and attempting to break through a window?” he’s trying to sound stern but he’s smiling as he says it.

“bad date,” you start and smile ruefully, taking a sip of tea. “forgot my keys and well, at least you caught me before i did any damage.”

he laughs. you laugh too but not before realising that there are probably kids sleeping in the house. you bring this up to jenson who waves off your concern.

“the girls are at their mum’s. it’s just us. don’t worry. you can be as loud as you’d like.”

you end up being very loud as you lay on his very comfortable bed. he’s tapping himself again the hood of your clit as you squirm breathless from the earlier orgasm he gave you. he smiles at you, leaning up to kiss you as he slides in, swallowing your gasps as he kisses you firmer.

“you know how long i’ve dreamt of having you like this?” he asks. you shake your head, moaning again as he fucks you harder. “since the first day you bumped into me, in that little fucking skirt. dreamt of bending you over and having you like this. anyway you’d let me. would you?”

you nod, voice locked in your throat as he mouths at your tits. he smiles at your willingness.

“good. we have the entire weekend to ourselves. let’s see how many times i can get you to cum. hmm?” you squeeze yourself around him as you have your first orgasm. your cunt spasming as he gently pulls out. he lets you rest against him for a moment, taking a deep breath as he runs a hand down your back.

“now that’s number one. keep count for me darling, okay?”

NICO ROSBERG 𑁍

you weren’t a yacht person. when your university friend had begged you to come home with her for the holidays, you hadn’t expected the family party to be held on a yacht. this was out of your tax bracket.

it seemed like everyone in monaco was right. the casual displays of wealth and decadence made you sick at times. thinking about how the money that went to buying that birkin bag could have made a change in someone’s life. then you think about how you’re wearing a custom gown on a friend’s yacht and realise that you’re now part of the problem.

a bonus about being in monaco, was that the men were gorgeous. your friend’s older brother charles was handsome with dimples and a gorgeous accent. if he hadn’t been in a relationship with a supermodel, you would have been all over that. thankfully, there was more eye candy in the city. your friend’s father had a business partner that was in their house more often then not.

he was blond, blunt and pretty in all the ways an older man could be. when he looked at you, you felt like the world could burn at your feet. he had also been on the yacht at the same time as you. drinking champagne, mingling with family and investors as you ate canapés and watched the sky.

“is it boring you?” he asks, as you turn around. he was dressed in a loose linen shirt, light coloured trousers with his shirt open just enough to see the smooth skin underneath. “can’t believe she brought you to a work event.”

“it’s fine. there are worse places to be.” you respond. you take a sip of champagne and you both ignore the fact he watches the sip go down. he takes note of the way that you’re still looking in the direction of charles and his girlfriend, the two still wrapped around each other.

“you’ve fallen for the charles charm?” he says, smiling as he sits across from you. he puts his ankles up on the table like he owns it, which he probably does. you can tell a lot from a person’s body language, and his is telling you that he’s used to getting what he wants. “it’s a shame. another pretty girl lost in his eyes. want another drink?”

“pretty girl?”

he nods, blue eyes darkening as he looks at you over the rim of his drink.

“would you want me to show you how pretty i think you are?”

so that’s how you find yourself bent over the sink in the bathroom at a yacht party, your pretty dress bunched up at the waist as he presses his fingers inside you. scissoring them to stretch you wider.

“is this what you imagined he’d do to you?” he asks, voice curious. “that he’d go down on you in one of the bedrooms? he’d let you go down on him? that he’d split you open with his cock as we all walked around upstairs?”

you sob as he talks you through it, mascara running down your cheeks. how are you going to explain to your best friend that you fucked her dear precious uncle nico while talking about her brother. he grinds his palm against your clit as he stands up and gags your mouth with his fingers.

“can’t be too loud honey, don’t want them to hear you.”

FERNANDO ALONSO ꩜

spain was a big adventure for you and your boyfriend. the two of you made the decision to move for a few months to his grandfather’s home to help redesign the place. it was slightly run down but nothing that you couldn’t fix. the goal was to rebuild it in order to sell it off.

however, you hadn’t foreseen that this would effectively destroy what relationship you had with your boyfriend. he insisted on not signing the place under your name despite you also funnelling funds into the rebuilding of the house. after another argument, you decide to take a break. wearing a bikini, and armed with nothing besides water, sunscreen and a good book, you make your way into the backyard. sunning yourself to at least gain something from all the money you’ve put in, even if its just a tan and a relaxing afternoon.

“you’re the new neighbour?” a voice calls out, as he leans against the fence that separates your property. you knew the next door neighbour had kids, you could hear them playing occasionally in the summer sun as you painted. you didn’t know they had a hot dad. that’s new information. he smiles at you. “it’s been a while since there has been a young person. the old man who lived here has been here since before i was even born. you’re his kid?”

“no,” you laugh. “he’s my boyfriend’s grandfather. i’m just here as a cash cow apparently.”

your voice turns a little bitter but why wouldn’t you be? you have put in the same amount of time and effort as he has onto this place and now you’re not getting anything back. court is an option but it’ll drain even more of your bank account.

“why is that?” he asks, head tilted as he looks at you.

you end up spilling everything to him. about the house, the money, the contract that has your name redacted. in return, he tells you that his name is fernando and the kids you always hear playing in his back garden aren’t his but rather his nieces and nephews. it’s nice listening to him speak, with the heavy spanish lilt to his accent. he is the first person in a while who has just listened to your grievances so when he asks you inside for a drink, you don’t hesitate. grabbing your wraparound skirt, you follow him inside.

less then ten minutes later, you’re on his lap, as he presses his mouth against your tits. enveloping one nipple in his mouth while his fingers move to play with your other one. you grind down harder against him, feeling your clit brush against the hard muscle of his thigh. your bottoms are soaked with your arousal as you lean closer and bite his shoulder to stay quiet. he leans away from you for a moment, as your eyes widen worried that you’ve done something wrong.

“don’t be quiet hermosa, let him hear it,” he grins up at you then leans in for a kiss. “isn’t that most of the fun?”

author’s note: sorry y’all idk what came over me.

[sykesandskittles]

And they were roommates! (oh my God, they were roommates)

snippet: Then, looking into your eyes, he speaks firmly, “Before we begin, let’s establish some ground rules.”

pairing: Noah Sebastian x female reader

genre: smut, pwp

au: roommates, f2l

rating: explicit/18+

word count: 3.7k

warnings: there’s a deep conversation about feelings, love confessions)

sexual warnings: masturbation (female receiving), mutual pining, begging, rule making, dirty talk, non penetrative sex, oral (female receiving), body worship, light foot worship, the entire thing is based off getting reader off, Noah doesn’t get off :(, Noah is bossy, praise kink, Noah calls reader babygirl, overstimulation, .001% of aftercare, moaning, hair pulling, marking, punishment kink?, dom/sub dynamics, orgasm...guilt?, daddy/baby kink (i’m so sorry)

The frustration builds quicker than you wanted, the groans coming from your mouth grow louder each time you feel your body give up on itself. You’re too god damn horny, but your body is too tired to properly masturbate.

This is probably the fifth time now that you've attempted to get yourself off only to abandon ship seconds after. Your muscles ache and sleep calls to you. Despite this, every time you try to just sleep it off, the aching throb from your clit keeps you awake.

It takes everything in you to keep yourself from throwing a tantrum like a toddler.

The clock now reads just after three in the morning, you let out one last angered breath. It comes out louder than you intended, the grunt raising in pitch before you can even stop yourself.

Moments later, your sleep-drunk roommate opens your door, rubbing his eyes with one fist as he holds himself up with the other hand gripping the doorway.

“Are you okay or whatever?” Noah sighs, slight annoyance laced in his tone.

Your eyes are wide with embarrassment as Noah ’s sleepy eyes jolt awake with alertness as he finally sees you.

You’re laying on top of your comforter completely naked with one hand still draped across your Cunt.

Noah shifts his body against the door frame, the moonlight now flickering down his face. The shadows of your air-guided drapes chase that light, new depths illuminating across his nose and cheekbones. You’re not sure why your brain is trying so hard to think of metaphors and similes, anything to compare Noah to. It would be too easy to blame it on the lack of sleep. Then again, you’ve never truly looked at him this way before and it’s killing you that you can’t read the expression on his face.

In this moment, you realize you have neither fight nor flight instincts as you lay frozen in your bed, nothing willing you to cover yourself up.

Noah ’s tongue pokes out of his mouth, moving slowly against his bottom lip as his eyes flick frantically from your body to the wall across the room. Raising a hand to cover his mouth, he clears his throat and brushes his thumb against his bottom lip to wipe away the remnants from his tongue.

Clearing his throat once more, his shoulder relaxes against the doorframe, his eyes continue to debate where to look. “Wha-whatcha doing there?” He immediately turns away from you after speaking, facing the wall as he aggressively rubs at the nape of his neck.

“Oh...you know...just trying to sleep.”

There’s a brief silence- minus the light flapping of your curtains. That and the mental beating you’re giving yourself for trying to joke about the situation at hand. There is no hiding it. You’ve been caught red-handed.

“Y/n,” Noah warns.

Shutting your eyes tightly, your brain moves at hyper-speed trying to figure out what to do or say next. A million scenarios flood in and all you want is to pick the option that lets you keep your roommate and not have to live with exploding embarrassment for the rest of your life.

You’re about to open your mouth and just say the first thing that comes to mind, perhaps brutal honesty will help you out in the end when Noah beats you to the punch.

“Do you...do you need help?”

It takes you a moment to register what he’s said. You’re finally able to move your hand away from your cunt and you slowly sit up and lay your back against your headboard, grabbing one of your pillows and hugging it tightly to your chest.

“I guess talking about it might help. Have you ever just been so horny and tired at the same time but you’re unable to do either of those things? I’ve been struggling for hours now trying to sleep but I can’t sleep because...you know, and then when I try to do that I’m just too tired to actually do it right and-”

“No, I mean-” Noah cuts himself off with a sigh, quickly followed by a slow intake of air, puffing his cheeks out as he releases it and walks towards your bed. Determination and bravery are written all over his face, despite the fact that he’s still trying to respectively not look at you.

“I can help you.”

A few more moments pass before you finally understand what he’s trying to say.

“Oh...OH!” You can’t help but gasp as it finally clicks in your head exactly what he’s offering to you.

“Wouldn’t that,” you gulp, your face feeling painfully warm, “wouldn’t that make things weird? Between us?”

Noah ’s jaw is tight, his muscles jutting forward as he looks towards your bedroom door. “It doesn’t have to be weird...if you don’t want them to be. I mean, I can honestly say I haven’t ever...you know, not thought of you in this way before.” He lets out another long puff of air, hand grasping at the back of his neck as he tries to massage the tension away.

You feel embarrassed and flattered all at once. Your roommate of three years, best friend of over ten years, has admitted to thinking of you in a sexual way.

Noah lets you think for a moment. But it only allows you more time to realize that you can’t feign innocence here either. There was that major crush you had on him in high school or the time you walked in on him in the shower. There’s definitely been a handful of times where he’s crept into your thoughts while you were with someone else or even times when you were alone.

There are a million things that could go wrong if you accept his offer.

Or, a million things that could go right.

“Okay,” you say bravely, “please help me.”

Turning his head slowly, Noah finally looks at you, his eyes roaming every inch of your body slowly. He inhales, his jaw clenching once more as his gaze falls upon your uncovered chest.

Then, looking into your eyes, he speaks firmly, “Before we begin, let’s establish some ground rules.”

Gulping slowly, you nod your head, trying not to think about the lack of friction going on below.

"Rule number one," Noah starts with a smile, "you will not touch me."

"What?-"

"Nuh, uh." He interrupts you, finally taking a seat at the end of your bed. Without looking, he picks up your bare feet and places them in his lap, his hands roaming over your calves and down to your toes. The touch of his skin on yours alone is sending the signals in your body into overdrive. That mixed with the tiredness you're feeling, it's making it nearly impossible to think straight.

"I've been thinking about a night like this for a while. Respectfully, of course," he adds quickly. "I never wanted to do anything to ruin what we have. But damn, I really can't deny it. I've thought about making you cum over and over and over again so many times it was like a movie in my mind." Noah continues to stroke your feet and legs sensually as he speaks. It takes everything in your power not to pounce on him.

Instead, you bite your bottom lip and close your eyes, letting the deep grumble of Noah 's voice soothe your body along with all the places he's trailing his fingers on.

“Anyways,” he says with a quirk of his eyebrow, “back to our rules.”

His domineering tone sends chills throughout your body and you try your best to ignore the white noise ringing in your ears.

“Rule number two: you will not call me by my name.”

The urge to question him again is strong, but his stare makes you shut your mouth tightly.

He knows the question is hanging off the tip of your tongue, you know that he knows. Instead of throwing you a bone, he sits there smirking at you, sitting on his high horse while also looking like he knows the punchline to the joke you’ve been waiting to get.

Finally, he beckons you closer, his pointer finger slowly enticing you in. As soon as you’re close enough to see the dark flecks in his eyes, he leans in himself until his lips are hovering just over your ear.

“Baby gets to call me Daddy, and Daddy only.”

Admittedly, your first instinct is to laugh, the sheer shock of his words not fully settling in. But then, after a moment, you can tell just how much his words affected your body; your legs feel shakier, the core of your Cunt pulsates quicker, and you start to feel the dripping of your arousal moving down your thighs.

It only makes sense that your childhood friend, the love of your life, would also turn out to be the kinkiest person you’ve ever met.

It only makes sense.

“Okay...Daddy.”

The smugness on Noah ’s face only increases.

“Good girl.”

“Are there any other rules...Daddy?” The word still feels odd coming out of your mouth. But it’s all worth it when you notice the growing tent in Noah ’s sweatpants

Noah gets off the bed and walks closer to you, his hands behind his back. He appears so nonchalant and unbothered, almost like he’s ignoring the fact that he’s sporting the hardest erection he’s ever had in his life.

It makes you nervous in the best of ways.

Removing one hand from behind his back, he places it on one of your knees, caressing your flesh gently before opening your legs, spreading them wide to expose your dripping cunt. He nods his head with approval, biting his bottom lip hard as his eyes sweep over your entire naked body.

It feels like the room’s temperature went up another ten degrees.

Noah dips his hand lower, hovering over your cunt. Each time it looks like he’s about to touch you, your vagina pulses with anticipation, only for Noah to deceivingly pull away at the last second.

“Please, Daddy! Please touch me! I just want to cum, I’ll do anything!”

With a slight chuckle, Noah humors you and dips one of his fingers down, lightly petting the tops of your folds.

The small touch makes you shiver, the small amount of juices he accumulates on his fingers captures the now cold air in the room.

“Only because you asked so nicely.” And with that said, Noah 's fingers glide over your folds, soaking in your slick juices. Your head falls back against your pillow and you wish you could sink in deeper; into the bed, the pillow, into him. He's murmuring something in your ears, but your mind is too focused on what's happening to your body, there's not enough mental capacity in there to comprehend words at the moment. The urge to reach out to him and feel his skin against the palm of your hand spurs deep in your chest, but not strong enough to act upon. Instead, you let your eyes flutter shut, sighing blissfully as he continues to massage and soothe your bud.

Noah continues a slow, sensual pace, one that you could arguably fall asleep to. It feels like every stress cell in your body slowly floats away with every stroke of his fingers.

"Just like that? Hmm?" You hear him say.

"Huh?" You manage out, your voice sounding weak and far away.

"I just didn't think you would react to me that quickly."

You open your eyes and look at him. Noah is propped up on one elbow, his hand cradling his jawline. His other hand continues to make brushstroke movements in between your folds. He looks at your vagina with wonder, and like he has something more to say.

But you're too tired and enjoying him too much to ask.

Moments later, Noah is picking up speed, beckoning your uncoming.

You don't feel ready to give up the warmth you feel with his touch, not ready to reach the top and climb back down.

Grasping onto Noah 's shoulder, your fingernails dig into him as you bite down on your bottom lip, fighting desperately at the orgasm crashing down on you.

"There you go, baby. That's it. Come undone on my fingers." Noah 's sweet demeanor is long gone as he watches you with sinful eyes.

A small moan leaves your lips as you let go; your legs shake vigorously underneath Noah 's grasp and you feel the painful twist of a muscle spasm deep in your hamstrings.

Short gasps are all you can manage in response, your mind feeling more awake than before.

And in that brief pause between ministrations, your mind increases its speed tenfold.

This is your best friend you're laying in front of. The same guy you used to collect bugs with when you were younger, the same guy you were embarrassed in front of when he found out you started wearing a training bra.

And you just came in front of him.

"I'm so sorry, Noah !" you cry out, sitting up quickly and burying your face in your hands as you fight back hot tears from falling down your cheeks. "We can forget this ever happened!"

Noah is quiet behind you as you imagine yourself shrinking into a spec of nothing.

Then, tenderly, his hand is on top of yours, coaxing it away from your face. And you let him do it.

Noah holds your hands in his, rubbing his thumb across your knuckles before whispering, "Did I do something wrong?"

Immediately you want to scream no, but your words catch in your throat. His bottom lip is jutting out slightly and he's avoiding your eyes. And then you remember that you know him, you know him more than anyone, hell, sometimes you know him more than you know yourself. And right now, this Noah in front of you is just as embarrassed and emotional as you are.

"No," you say bravely, "I don't regret it at all. I'm sorry, I just-" you sigh and lean back, struggling to find the right words to say while fighting against your own embarrassment, "-I just never thought we would get to this point. And to hear you say all those things you were saying? I just don't understand. Why didn't you ever tell me? Why me to begin with?" That's when you realize where all of this insecurity is coming from. Noah has been with gorgeous people in the past, gorgeous, successful people. And the thought of him liking you? It must feel like a step down for him.

"It's always been you, Y/n. Ever since we first met. How could I ever for a second not want to be with you? You're my best friend, the person I go to for comfort. And because of that, I was always afraid to tell you about my feelings. Because just being in your life as your friend and your roommate, that was more than enough for me. And this doesn't have to go anywhere if you don't want it to be. I want it to go somewhere. Hell, Y/n I want to be with you. But if you don't want to be with me like that? I'll be okay."

His words swirl around your body, not quite processing into complacent thoughts. There are about a million different emotions coursing through your veins, and each one is battling to come to surface.

It feels selfish, the position he’s put you in. Because now, it’s all on you. Your choice will determine how your relationship with Noah changes forever. And, let’s be real, no matter what happens after this moment, things will never be the same. The weight of that realization is pushing you down into the mattress you sit on.

On the other hand, there’s excitement, joy, happiness, relief all bundled into one giant heart floating around you. Your best friend, the person you’ve been in love with for over a century now, feels the same way you do.

Noah waits in front of you patiently while you figure out exactly what to say.

You’re too tired for words, too tired for thoughts, too tired for almost everything it seems.

Well, everything, except…

You lean forward slowly, placing your weight on your hands as you close the space between you and Noah and place a tender kiss on his lips.

Noah sighs and closes his eyes, completely melting into your touch.

How could you not do the same?

All of the tiredness, all of the frustrations from before Noah entered your bedroom, it was all worth it to get to this moment. And you’d go through it every night for the rest of your life if it meant you got to kiss him just like this.

The kiss deepens quickly, your mouths moving with an intensity you’ve never experienced before. Without thinking, you let your body take full control, not second-guessing any natural movement. So you let your hand find its way to the nape of Noah ’s hair, delicately pulling at the ends until his neck is forced back and a moan ripples through his throat. It was so unexpected and out of character, but you liked having this control.

It doesn’t last long. Noah quickly comes to his senses and knocks you onto your back, pushing you with one hand on your chest. He chuckles low and menacingly, his eyes staring deep into yours.

“What did we say about touching?” His voice is so low you swear you can feel it rumbling in your chest.

Noah doesn’t allow you enough time to answer. Before you can even open your mouth, his tongue is attached to your lips.

But not the lips on your face.

Your eyes immediately roll back as his tongue writes beautiful nothingness against your cunt and you desperately want to reach out and grip his hair again. By some sheer force of will, you’re able to restrain yourself and settle for gripping the sheets instead.

The tongue movements start slow, but it seems you’re not the only impatient one here. Noah picks up speed as he laps up your juices, his hand snaking up to insert a few digits inside you. His other hand is gripping one of your hips, his entire forearm pressing against your pelvic bone, holding you into place. His grip on you only seems to make your body want to shake more.

“You that close already, baby?” Noah lifts his head up for a moment, your juices glistening on his cheekbones and the tip of his nose. It seems like a sight you would only have in your dreams. It’s hard to believe this is happening in real life.

“Answer me,” he commands, but there’s a tinge of softness behind his words.

“I can’t help it.” You pant out, “Been building up all these years now. I could have came just by you touching my shoulder.”

Noah chuckles at this, slowly pumping his fingers in and out of you.

“You can cum whenever you want, baby. Daddy’s not going to stop you,” he says casually.

Almost...too casually.

But you don’t think twice, you’re too tired to think twice. Quiet moans slip past your lips and Noah takes that as his cue. His fingers move faster, scissoring inside your body as his thumb swipes against your clit.

It’s almost too easy to come undone.

White hot heat spreads throughout your body as everything around you starts to shake. Noah is watching you with careful eyes as you orgasm the fastest you’ve ever orgasmed in your life.

Your breathing only gets heavier as you come back from your high. But then, a blissful pain makes your thigh muscles jolt, a new wave of uncontainable cries escape you.

“Daddy said he wouldn’t stop you if you wanted to cum,” Noah devilishly proclaims, his fingers moving faster than ever, “but that didn’t mean Daddy was going to stop.”

Your eyes shut tight as you pull at the sheets gripped tightly in your hands, too afraid to speak because of the moans you’re currently swallowing back. Small whimpers make it out as you desperately try to focus on anything other than the torture you’re going through.

“Aw, don’t be like that, baby,” Noah coes, focusing almost all of his attention on your clit now. “Let it all out. Daddy wants to hear your pretty voice.”

There are no logical thoughts left in your brain. All you know is that you’re desperately exhausted and it’s taking too much of your energy to fight against the natural cries your body wants to release as this overstimulation continues.

So, you let go.

“Fuck! Daddy that feels so good! I’m gonna come again- I’m gonna- I’m gonna-”

A small scream is all you can manage as the pressure in your core finally releases. You thought your previous orgasm was intense? Nothing will ever be able to top this one.

“Damn that was fucking sexy.” Noah stands and wipes his face with the back of his hand. Your legs are still trembling and it feels like every muscle in your body is frozen in place. Warm liquid coats your inner thighs and drips down onto your sheets.

“Did I just…?” You ask with shock. Noah laughs and nods his head, walking towards your door.

“Hell yeah you did. Have you ever squirted before?”

“Only once. But it never felt as good as that did,” you whisper, but Noah is already out of the room. Your eyes flutter shut, sleep threatening to take over.

Noah returns with a towel, throwing it so it lands right beside you.

“Goodnight, babygirl,” he whispers, leaning in to kiss your forehead.

“Wait!” You call out just as he reaches the doorway. “What about you?” You point at his very obvious erection.

Noah waves you off casually, “We’ll have plenty more nights in the future. But for now, sleep. Don’t worry about me.” He winks. “I can take care of myself just fine. Get some sleep. Goodnight, Y/n.”

Before Noah even closes the door, your eyes are shut, sleep finally welcoming you into its arms

[pressureplus]

HEYA HELLO HI

first, i want to genuinely thank you guys for the account's existence and your hard work. reading through the posts is often the highlight of my bleak days, and im immensely grateful for you providing those moments of joy :]

SECOND UH ID LIKE TO ORDER A SPECIFIC KINDA HEADCANONS LIST IF NO ONE MINDS AND IT HASN'T BEEN WRITTEN ALREADY ALRIGHT YEAH

a nonbinary reader who is pretty similar to Seb's stubborn, independent and sassy persona but WOMP WOMP, they're suddenly head over heels for him. NEITHER WANTS TO ACKNOWLEDGE THE FEELINGS (aka "HE'S FUCKING MARRIED, IT'S NOT MUTUAL AND IM BUSY WITH NOT DYING, BUT I CANT GET HIM OUT OF MY HEAD" & "I HAVE A WIFE AND THEY'RE JUST SOME EXPENDABLE BASTARD, GET OVER IT, SOLACE"). the distracting, unnecessary, painful pining. how do both cope and who's gonna break first? and most importantly, is either gonna throw their ego and rationality out the window to confess despite the fear of looking pathetic?

oooof i hope it's not too much and it's not breaking any rules. thank you in advance if you find it interesting enough for writing! :D

Awww, thanks so much! Although I should make it very clear the wife in question will remain vague and is NOT BASED ON ANYONE! Thanks for the request ❤️

♡Married! Sebastian Solace x NB! Similar! Reader Headcannons♡

Warnings: Sebastian is Married and Y/N is technically an Affair Partner

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He had found you interesting from the moment you opened your mouth and got sassy with him, mostly because most people don't have the balls to do it

Despite finding this slightly irritating, he also found it refreshing, so he didn't immediately shoot you if only for his own entertainment

A terrible mistake he'd soon find out

He developed some definitely unhealthy feelings the first time one of your comebacks had an almost flirtatious undertone

It was an accident on your part, but it got him thinking

He was a married man fawning quietly over you, how awful is that?

I mean of course he’s flashed the wedding band, and of course he's mentioned his wife when others flirt with him, but that doesn't change his feelings

If you flirted with him, would he really reject you?

Could he?

He hadn't known the touch of his wife in years, the softness of her hands, the warmth of her kisses

After everything that's happened he couldn't even remember her name. He should be able to remember his wifes name right?

Does he really even care about her? Does he love her now? Did he love her then?

It comes with an odd sense of guilt he doesn't like to look at. Especially when you do something that makes his heart flutter.

You, on the other hand, probably didn't develop any real feelings until he actually saved your ass.

You'd been running for your life and he’d snatched you up and into the vents, tossing you easily into his shop and shutting it behind you

His gaze transfixed on said vent, a hand on his gun. Something about him choosing to save your life while also putting up with your attitude was a little attractive…

Okay, insanely attractive

Sure, Sebastian’s guilt for being attracted to you is bad, but so is yours

You’re attracted to a married man who has absolutely gushed about his wife in front of you before. Even if it was only because someone tried to get a little flirty, what does that matter?

Honestly the mutual attraction makes it hard for you both to focus

Everything about that man is intoxicating, his smile, his laugh, his attitude. Can you really be judged for this?

Neither of you can focus on anything but each other whenever you’re both in a room.

It’s led to Sebastian getting surprised whenever another person buys something off him because he had no idea anyone else was in here

Its also led to you freaking out whenever one of the other expendable touches your shoulder without you having realized anyone was standing behind you

You hide it well…at least you hope you do?

The longing glances and quiet staring on both sides is unbearable though

Especially considering you’re both making those dolly eyes at each other, batting lashes and daydreaming

It’s cute but it’s also incredibly wrong of you two and you’re painfully aware of it

No amount of sharing food and acting like it’s not a date will make it less of a date

He’s already long since decided that he’s going to offer you come with him so you both can leave together

And though neither of you will have the heart to confess for quite a while, I think he’d do it on your way out. Something about you almost dying when you both escape makes him desperate to tell you how he really feels

When that ‘I think I’m in love with you’ slips out while he’s bandaging your arm that’s been cut by glass, how can you refuse?

Especially when you’re in love with him too?

He’ll toss that ring into the ocean once you reach the surface, his wife never loved him like you did anyway

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Hiya! Hope you’re day is going well for you! Could I request a male (experiment) reader x Sebastian solace? Like the reader is somewhat similar to his monster form if that makes sense. ALSO I LOVVVEEEEE YOUR WRITING ITS SO GOOD! HAVE A GOOD DAY, AFTERNOON, OR MORNING

words: 1k

tags: can be read as GN!reader actually

authors note: Thank you so much!!

Sebastian was used to the solitude of the Hadal Blackside. The darkness, the eerie silence, and the constant tension that hung in the water were all part of his daily existence. He had grown accustomed to the loneliness that came with being something similar to a hybrid But that all changed one day when he encountered something—or rather, someone—completely unexpected.

He was slithering through one of the many winding corridors of the facility, his long tail gliding effortlessly over the slick, damp floor. His angler lure bobbed gently in front of him, casting a soft glow in the murky darkness. He had been on edge all day, sensing a strange presence in the water, something that felt both familiar and foreign. It was enough to make even him wary, and that was saying something.

As he rounded a corner, his three fluorescent eyes scanning the dimly lit hallway, he caught sight of movement up ahead. At first, he assumed it was one of the usual creatures that roamed the depths, perhaps another wall dweller or an angler monster. But as he got closer, he realized that this was something different—someone different.

You were curled up in a shadowy corner, Your long, sinuous tail coiled around You like a serpent. Your skin was a deep shade of blue, almost blending into the darkness around you. A long fin ran down the length of your tail, shimmering faintly in the dim light. You ears were shaped like delicate fins, twitching slightly as you sensed his approach. But what caught Sebastian’s attention the most was the small, glowing lure that dangled from your forehead, much like his own.

You were another experiment.

Sebastian stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening in surprise. He had never encountered another creature so similar like himself before. The scientists at Urbanshade had always treated him as a one-of-a-kind experiment, something unique and singular in its creation. Yet here you were, another hybrid, looking just as startled as he was.

For a long moment, neither of them moved. They simply stared at each other, two creatures of the deep who had never expected to find anotherlike themselves. Finally, the silence was broken as you cautiously uncoiled yourself, your large glowing eyes watching him warily.

“Who… who are you?” Your voice was soft, almost melodic, carrying a hint of the ocean’s depths in its tone.

Sebastian blinked, his own voice caught in his throat. He wasn’t used to speaking, especially not to someone who wasn’t a scientist or a monster. But there was something about you that made him want to respond, to reach out and connect in a way he had never done before.

“I’m… Sebastian,” he said hesitantly, his gruff voice sounding awkward to his own ears. “I live here.”

You tilted your head, You fin ears twitching as you processed his words. “I’m living here too,” You replied, your name rolling off You tongue like a gentle wave as you introduced yourself. “I… I didn’t know there was anyone else like me here.”

Sebastian felt a strange warmth in his chest, something he hadn’t felt in a long time. It was a mix of relief and curiosity, the realization that he wasn’t alone in this dark, twisted place. “I didn’t either,” he admitted, his gaze softening as he took in your appearance. You were beautiful in a strange, otherworldly way. You features delicate yet strong, gracefulness that contrasts sharply with the harsh environment around them.

They stood there for a while, simply observing each other, both unsure of what to say or do next. But there was an unspoken understanding between them, a bond that came from shared experiences and a mutual sense of isolation.

You were the first to break the silence again. “Do you… do you live alone here?” You asked, your voice tinged with sadness.

Sebastian nodded slowly. “Yeah. It’s just me. The people who… who made me like this don’t come around anymore. Their luck.” He hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. “What about you?”

You sighed softly, your tail twitching as you curled it around yourself again. “I was brought here not too long ago. They… experimented on me, just like you. I managed to escape before they could do too much, but I’ve been hiding ever since.”

Sebastian’s heart ached at your words. He knew all too well the horrors of Urbanshade’s experiments, the pain and fear that came with being treated like nothing more than a test subject. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly, his voice filled with genuine empathy.

You looked up at him, your eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “It’s okay. I’m used to it by now.” You hesitated before adding, “But… it’s nice to know I’m not the only one.”

Sebastian felt a strange urge to comfort you, to reach out and touch you hand or offer some form of reassurance. It was an unfamiliar feeling, one he hadn’t experienced in a long time. He had always been solitary, resigned to his fate as a lone creature of the deep. But now, with You standing before him, that solitude didn’t seem so inevitable anymore.

“Maybe we don’t have to be alone,” he suggested softly, his voice almost shy. “We could… stick together, you know? Watch each other’s backs.”

You blinked in surprise, your expression softening as you considered his words. For a moment, you looked like you might cry, but then a small, genuine smile spread across your lips. “I’d like that,” You whispered.

Sebastian felt a surge of warmth in his chest, a feeling he hadn’t known he was capable of. It wasn’t love—at least not yet—but it was something close to it. It was the beginning of a connection, a bond that neither of them had expected but both desperately needed.

In the end you became an assistant in his shop, sharing the same tasks as him and occasionally murking the one or other person that tries to flash you with a flash beacon.

[theformulaimagines]

Look at that woman (breaking my heart) | part nine

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Vettel!Reader

Summary: For one and a half years Lewis and y/n managed to keep their relationship a secret, until it blew up in their faces. Now, they're trying their hardest to pick up the pieces...

Warnings: angst

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Three weeks later…

This whole situation feels like a bad dream. Like a horrible nightmare. How could they have this sort of slip up? They’ve been so careful…

She can still remember the look on his face when she left their Airbnb to get into the taxi. The awful presence of their mutual heartbreak was visual in his eyes. A little break, that’s what they decided on. Their managers suggested they should get some space to breathe, some time apart to figure out what to do next. How to move forward.

She also remembers Sebastian‘s silence when she got into his car. He picked her up from the airport, his voice was coated in disappointment and hurt. “Why didn’t you tell me?”, he had asked her when they parked outside his house. “We didn’t tell anyone.” “I’m not anyone.”

Y/N sighs as she brings the cup of coffee up to her lips. The cold air feels good on her hot skin as she watches the sun rise over the mountains.

“Morning.”

The young woman flinches slightly and when she turns her head she catches a glimpse of the small smile on her brother’s lips:” Sorry.”

Yet she shakes her head:” No, hi. It’s fine. Good morning.” Her hands bring the blanket closer to her chin, while Sebastian sits down next to her, positioning his coffee on the table in front of them:” How are you doing today?”

Y/N licks her lips and immediately regrets it:” I think it’s too early to decide on that.” She wants to sound witty, but it just comes out sad. Her eyes fixate on the mountains and a few seconds later she blinks away the tears that are forming. Sebastian notices them out of his peripheral vision and sighs, his hand reaches for hers.

No matter how angry he has been about her keeping her relationship a secret he still loves her. So much. “It’s going to be okay, you know.”, he lets out after a few moments and watches how a weak scoff leaves her. He wonders what she would say if she knew Lewis has been texting him regularly since they last saw one another.

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“Is she okay?”

Sebastian turns his head and when he makes eye contact with his wife he takes a deep breath. “I mean, I always reckoned that something was going on between them… but I wouldn’t know what to do if I was her.”, Hanna whispers and watches Y/N through the closed glass door:” She’s probably dying inside.”

The blonde man tilts his head at her confession:” You knew?” “You didn’t notice the way they looked at one another?”, she asks and turns on the coffee machine:” The giggling and smiling? The way he would always gaze down at her from the podium? He did take more risks whenever she was watching. God, Sebastian.” He lets out a beaten sigh.

“I wish I could do something about this mess.”

“I know you do.”, Hanna says, walking up to him:” I mean, I am glad she’s not using her phone at-.” She’s cut off by the doorbell ringing, and Sebastian rolls his eyes:” It’s 8 am on a fucking Sunday, I swear to God.” He lets go of his wife before walking down the hallway. With one swift motion, he opens the door.

His eyes instantly widen at the sight in front of him.

“Hi.”, Lewis says, trying his best to smile at Sebastian but it looks more forced than genuine. “What are you doing here?”

“I have to see Y/N.”

[deadghosy]

Platonic Sebastian Sallow Headcannons

“You’re so small….” Sebastian says with a teasing smirk. Eyes glancing at you, hands neatly together whilst you stand by him. “Oh bug off..” Sebastian making fun of you height if you’re short is definitely normal in the friendship.

Since he is naturally tall and big, he would put his big ass hand to your face. Making you annoyed. “Get your hand out of my face!” You hissed at Sebastian who had a neutral expression. “Hmm what about no?”

Then he smacked your forehead with the said hand. Making you immediately pull Sebastian’s slight curls to which he screamed to let go.

You two have friendly fights, and unfriendly fights. The friendly fights are just slight bickering back and forth, maybe a little bit of pinching each other. While the unfriendly fights might make you two become not friends. But some of those fights are rare as you both just do a mutual agreement. Both hating to apologize for such crude behavior. You two are Slytherins, so what’s to come is coming.

Ominis knows who you are, because of Sebastian’s big mouth of his. Sebastian when he met you. He was struck with how amazing you are and how you met his personality. Ominis however is sick of listening about you. Not because he hates you, Merlin’s no. It’s just because Sebastian doesn’t know when to shut up

During battles, he always makes sure you are safe and unharmed. He would hate to feel guilt of you being hurt in a battle during a mission or quest of sorts. Like wise, he would put himself in front of you if he deems someone a threat to you. Wand ready in hand to take them down.

Being clingy of you is an understatement when he walks you to class, sits next to you a lot, even in classes all the way during times of the great hall’s; breakfast, lunch, and dinner. So yes Sebastian may dismiss being so called clingy to you. But in all means, he’s use to it.

Now protective/jealous Sebastian is something no one should try to battle. Immediately gripping his wand as his other hand holds your hip tightly. Being behind you and watching your back with a serious gaze. Seriously though, you were trying to talk to someone when Sebastian took you away with a dash. Leaving the student confused to what just happened.

He’s the type to have a friend crush (a platonic crush where you want to deeply be friends with someone.) please, when he became your friend and when you admit he was your friend. Internally he was ecstatic. He tried to control the smile that was pulling on his lips. But he couldn’t help it.

“So am I really your friend?”

“…didn’t I just say that?”

This boy is weak against Nicknames from you. When you first called him “Seb” or even “sebby”. He’s immediately by you with a “yes?” Ominis is mentally gagging while using his wand to read.

Especially if you smile and call him “Seb”, he’s immediately being such a softie to you it surprises Leander. Leander was sure Sebastian was gonna tear his throat out before you called Sebastian that nickname. Smiling as you wanted to show him something, and sure as enough the Sallow male’s eyes lit up and went over to you. You sure are magic.

[ravengards-rogue]

bright as the morning, soft as the rain

sebastian (stardew valley) x reader

✧ tags : gender neutral reader, canon divergence, a lot of author liberties, alcohol, fluffy, pre-relationship, mildly suggestive but sooo mildly lol.

✧ wc : 3.4k (this is ridiculous lol)

✧ a/n : the thing to get me out of my writing slump being sdv fanfiction is hilarious.

hi! this is the first part to a silly little alternative first kiss series i have planned for the stardew romanceable characters. i think the other ones will be shorter (hopefully but lol).

i will link the rest of them as they get posted. i hope u like. rbs appreciated. also tagging @antique-remains (hi this is fang on my side blog lol)

✧ synopsis : sebastian wants to do anything but think of you. he's failing miserably on that front. sam and abigail are not helping.

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“Earth to Sebastian,” Sam snaps his fingers in front of Sebastian’s face. Sebastian jumps in his skin. “What’s with you today? If you’re not gonna take our pool playing tradition seriously, I’m not playing.”  

He swipes a hand over his face, cursing under his breath. Half-empty Joja-Cola can sits directly besides his pool stick, the faint air of smoke and liquor in the air. Right. He’s here to play pool.  

 He pinches the bridge of his nose with exasperation, shaking off the feeling before scratching the back of his neck.  

“No, sorry. I wanna play, just…give me a sec.”  

“Got something on your mind Seb?”  Abigail prods, unfortunately intuitive. Sebastian scowls at her. She stands to her feet to get closer, sitting on the edge of the pool table with her cheek turned just enough to look at him. Her smile is coy. “A certain someone, maybe?”  

His scowl deepens, lip curled in distaste. “No. Move. You’re in my way.”  

“You’re a bad liar.” Abigail says with a resigned sigh, arms crossed. “You weren’t this spacey last time you dated someone. ”  

“Fuck off,” Sebastian sighs. “It’s not like that yet.”  

Abigail grins before Sebastian can  correct the slip up. “Yet. Yet, he says.” 

Sebastian feels himself blush. “Ugh.” 

He sighs as he stands back up, leaning against his pool stick. Sam stops whatever he was doing (messing with the pool table deliberately, Sebastian assumes), taking newfound interest in the conversation.  

“Oh, you two talking about our new neighbor?” 

“Not really new. It’s been like… what a year or two almost?” Abigail adds. Sam shrugs.  

“That’s true. But it feels new to me anyway.” Sam says. He gives up on pool it seems like, abandoning his stick on the table in favor of navigating to the box pizza balancing on another table nearby and his drink. Sebastian watches him shimmy a slice of the pie, not bothering to blow on it as he eats. “Oh is that why your heads in the clouds? Figures.”  

“I didn’t say that. Abigail said that.”  

“And you’re saying she’s wrong?”  

Sebastian huffs. “…Yes.”  

Sam laughs good-naturedly. “Pfft. Uh-huh, yeah. I super believe you.”  

“Fuck you both.” 

“Come on, Seb. It’s not like everyone in town doesn’t know.”  

Sebastian’s frown deepens. “Not everyone.”  

Sam seats himself on the couch again and Abigail joins him. It creaks under the weight of them as they get comfortable together. Sebastian stays where he is, sitting on the tables edge with a drink in his hand and an itch for a cigarette.  

Sam counts on his fingers. “Your mom knows. My mom knows. Abby’s mom knows. If they all know then our dads definitely also know. Who else does that leave? Our towns tiny dude. Like I’d say Elliot doesn’t, but he’s here on Friday’s and he catches up with gossip all the time. So basically everyone.”  

“…Shit.”  

“See? Told you.”  

Sebastian doesn’t need everyone to know what’s going on between you. He doesn’t even know what’s going on between you. It’s taken him longer than he cares to admit to even acknowledge that there was something there. And he didn’t know it was mutual until recently when Abigail came dropped by to tell him she overheard her dad explaining old Pelican Town traditions on dating and romance. 

(Abigail always describes things in excruciating detail, adding all the bells and whistles. This makes her great to play the Solarion Chronicles with.  

It also makes her  good at artfully recounting interactions. He can easily picture you the way she said she saw you, overalls  half unbuttoned, dirt covered and leaning over the counter just slightly giving Pierre your rapt attention.   

The thought of it is enough to trigger some sense of affection he’s never entirely felt before.)  

It’s not like Sebastian is against the idea of dating you, it’s just— 

“I think you should go out with them Seb. I like ‘em a lot more than your exes.”  

Sebastian sighs. “You guys know why I’m on the fence.”  

Sam shrugs. “Does they even count though? They’re not actually from here. They live here sure but they didn’t grow up here.”  

“Right? That’s what I think too. Might as well go for it.” Abigail shrugs, glancing at Sebastian. “I really don’t get why you’re hesitating. Something else has to bugging you.”  

“I thought that too.” Sam adds. 

A faint blush creeps up his neck. He loves his friends and sometimes, he appreciates how well they know him. Times like this, he thinks it wouldn’t kill them to be a little less perceptive.  

They’re not wrong. It is something of a flimsy excuse to try not to think about you. Sebastian has always had a not dating policy about people he grew up with. He nearly dated Abigail in highschool and it was a shitshow. So he’s vowed to never do it again.  

But that’s not the real reason he’s been rejecting the possibility in his head. He uses it more for himself than anyone else. It’s not like he can give them the real answer because he thinks it’s one hundred times more embarrassing.  

How the fuck is he meant to tell them the reason he keeps hesitating to define your relationship is because he feels like he likes you too much?  

That’s the real reason he’s going in circles about it. It’s so cringe it makes him want to break out in hives but well, it is true. Sebastian likes you—like really fucking likes you—and it’s freaking him out because he thinks it’s the first time he’s really liked anyone.  

Dating has never been all that fun for Sebastian. It wasn’t something that felt meaningful. He dated mostly in college and only one of those relationships lasted a significant amount of time. And even then the relationship was never all that genuine. They ultimately broke up because Sebastian realized they were fundamentally incompatible. As bad as it sounds, there wasn’t a real sense of attachment there, not once. It was just convenient for both of them. He realized at that point he should probably just focus on himself.  

That was about when he moved back home to the valley to live with his family in his post graduation.  

And he had honestly expected it to be another few mundane years, akin to his early adolescence. He was so sure that he would spend it with the same restless feeling in his stomach, the same longing to be somewhere else. If he could never feel any belonging, at least he wanted to be somewhere he could blend in. He thought for sure moving back to Pelican Town was going to be nothing but dreadful and boring and existential. That he would come back and remember why he wanted to leave in the first place.  

Until one day, someone from the city moved into the old, overgrown farm and turned the entirety of the valley upside down.  

When you met for the first time, Sebastian honestly didn’t care. Nothing goes on in Pelican Town, so he figured you’d be the main subject of gossip for a few weeks before ultimately blending into the background of his life just like everyone else. He also didn’t think you’d last long living here. You were part of the corporate rat race he so detests and you didn’t grow up in the valley. It’s a hard place to get used to after living somewhere more populated.  

Against all odds  though - you did stay. And you’ve integrated yourself so much with the people living���himself included here it kind of baffles him. He doesn’t entirely remember what it was like before you came here.   

Sebastian couldn’t have predicted in a million years that that stupid help wanted sign in front of Pierre’s store would start actually being useful. But lo and behold, at least three times a week he finds you with full pockets - jogging after whomever last posted to give them what they need. And you do that without anyone really asking you too.  

You’re just so… helpful. And social in a way he can’t describe. Everyone in town has nothing but nice things to say about you. You’ve given everyone a gift on their birthday thus far. You’re keeping the entire economy afloat with your farm right now and you regularly clear those mines out for monsters. You even paid for the bus to get repaired, too - so now it’s up and running again.  

You’re full of surprises. And easy to adore, himself included.  

What surprises him most often is how easy it is for him to be around you. He doesn’t turn you away even when you visit his room sharply at 9am and hover over him in bed. He doesn’t get even the slightest bit upset when you have a mundane and disruptive conversation hours before he usually gets up. He keeps everything you’ve ever gifted him, and he often thinks of inviting you to things he does with his friends. He smiles when he sees you running around doing some chore, frantic and covered in muck - all mess and sunlight.  

You’re… nice. Honest, hard-working, and cheerful. Kind. Sincere in wanting to know him. You should completely and utterly exhaust him given those are your main characteristics. You should be someone he’s simply fundamentally incompatible with. 

But more than anything, you’re thoughtful. And it disarms him so utterly he feels overwhelmed by the thought. From the start, you put in a lot of effort into maintaining connections and he was no different. It’s just impacted him so much more than he thought it would. If he lets himself think too far on it, he really won’t stop thinking about you.  

To the point he’s been picturing what it’s like to live on the farm.  He’s in deep. 

Despite all of your idiosyncrasies, you really seem to give a shit about things in a way that feels utterly foreign to him. This extends to anything and everything. It extends to Sebastian, and it shows in the ways you don’t undermine him. Little things. You take his work seriously and apologize for disturbing him, you don’t immediately take the side of his family when he talks about them despite being friends with them too, you don’t interrogate him about what he is or is not comfortable with. You show up and linger in his life, and then you go off to your own thing. 

More and more, he gets the urge to stop you before you go. It’s too much. It makes him act…lame and he’s not too fond of it. He’s never really felt this strongly about anyone before and he’s a little bit of a wreck about what it does to him. So it’s not that he doesn’t want to date you, but more that he does so bad he doesn’t even want to admit it.  

 But well.. He isn’t sure it’s even working. As soon as you walk into a room it’s like— 

He’s lost in his thoughts for a while, only to get pulled out of them by some big commotion happening in the main part of the saloon.  

“Ah, you’re here. What perfect timing kid,”   

Shit. Shit  

Only somewhat obscured by the distance and wall separating their space from the bar - Sebastian catches a glimpse of you and feels something uncomfortably warm in his chest. His friends both make little oooh sounds, no doubt planning to do something stupid. He should intervene but he gets too caught up in pretending he doesn’t see you. Turning away stiffly, he pretends to be looking at something else while he listens on your conversation. It’s not too hard to hear, anyway.  

“Hi, Pam.” He can practically hear the smile in your voice. “Here’s your ale. Managed to grow a hops plant indoors this season so the brew is pretty fresh. It’s strong, fair warning.”  

A beat of muffle conversations follows up with a a loud sigh. “That’s exactly what I needed. Your pretty good with your liquor and spirits, huh kid? Thanks for the drink. Here’s what I owe ya.”  

“Selling alcohol under the table at my establishment? Tsk tsk.” Gus adds.  

It’s at this point Sebastian lets himself look at you properly. You lean with your elbows against the counter. You look a mess like usual, but you’ve got on a cowboy hat today that Sebastian finds ridiculously cute. You smile at Gus sheepishly.  

“Sorry. Can I buy myself a drink to make up for it?” You offer.  

“I’ll do you one better and give it to you on the house.”  

“Aw, what? Can’t let you do that Gus.”  

“You can and you will. You’re always looking out for everyone. Here, it’s a nice imported IPA. Nice and cold. Have a drink and go relax. Some of your friends are here too tonight I think.”  

“Oh?”  

On cue, you turn your head to the group of them. When you and Sebastian meet eyes, you brighten visbly - all smiles. He’s so caught up in it, he doesn’t even catch Sam next to him until he throw an arm around his shoulder and waves you over.  

You weave through the tables until you cross the threshold of their little hide-out. Abigail greets you first with a short sidehug before you go over to him and Sam.  

“Hey,”  

“Hi Sam.” You pause, tilting your head. “Did you cut your hair? It’s shorter than usual.”  

Sam beams. “I did! And you’re the first one to notice, other than my mom. Goes to show who my real friends are,”  

Sebastian nudges him, pulling away from his grip. “I see enough of your face everyday. There’s nothing for me to observe.”  

“It looks nice,” You add. Charming and genuine. Sam smiles at you. 

“Thanks,”  

Sebastian is weirdly jealous until you address him in conversation. “Hey to you too Sebastian.”  

His heart thumps. This is ridiculous. He swallows. “Hey. Uh. How have you been?”  

Awkward. So awkward. You smile a little and lean on the pool table besides him with your drink, taking a sip. “Good. Busy as usually getting ready for Winter. Renovated our coop recently so I’ve got a whole bunch of baby bunnies I gotta take care of. Went and bought another heater, some extra hay. Just farm stuff. Not very interesting,”  

“I find it interesting,” He replies quickly. You lip twitches in a smile.  

“I’m glad.”  

“Baby bunnies sound so cute,” Abigail adds. Sebastian glances at her as she joins the rest of them. “What else have you got in there?”  

“A little of everything. Chickens, ducks. I’ve got a void chicken too, kinda freaky. Oh and these little dino looking guys.”  

Abigail looks bright eyed. “Would it be like… weird if I asked to go over? I kinda wanna see them?”  

You laugh. “Not at all. I don’t mind. You could honestly go over whenever but it’s hard to navigate the farm if I’m not there, though I’m trying to fix that this upcoming winter.”  

You glance then at Sebastian, eyes almost sparkling. “You should come over sometime, too. You’d like the void chicken I think. And I’ve got a slime hutch.”  

Sebastian sputters at the obvious invitation only barely managing to cover up the shock to his system. You don’t seem put off, but it’s obvious you know what you’re doing. He’s going to explode.  

Abigail and Sam make not-so-subtle eye contact before Sam clears his throat.  

“Well, uh, me and Abi are gonna head out. We’ve got some stuff to catch up on, but there’s still a few hours until the saloon closes so you two should stay here and finish up  our drinks and stuff. Uh… yeah. See you again,”  

Sam nods, quickly rifling for his things. Abigail follows in his foot steps.  

“Mhm, yep. See you,”  

Sam gives him one last encouraging look before turning around and leaving. The two of them scurry off in a blink of an eye, before Sebastian can get a single word in about the situation or tell them to stay. And now he’s alone with you, quietly wondering if it’s as awkward as it feels.  

You’re the one to break the ice. “Do you have anywhere you need to be tomorrow?”  

Sebastian blinks. “Uh no. Not really.”  

“Me either. We should stay back then, for a little while.” You offer with a shrug. “Why not, right?”  

Right. Sebastian is being really chill about this entire interaction. “Right.”  

“I’m glad I got to see you tonight,” You say, out of the blue. Sebastian nearly jumps in his skin at the admission. “I’ve been pretty busy with the growing season ending so I haven’t been you know, able to come by as often. I don’t know if it made a huge difference to you but—“ 

“It did.” He blurts out. Your mouth opens then closes again, a blush crawling up his neck as he tucks his chin in embarrassment. “It was uh, weird for me. I know you’re busy and I like my alone time but I did… miss you.” 

“Yeah?”  

He’s almost too afraid to meet your eyes. When he manages  - you’re smiling fondly, sweetly with a sense of amusement. It rolls off of you in waves and it becomes clear to him in that split second that you don’t really intend to hide how you feel despite him being so hellbent on making sure he does. You’re not hiding that you like him. It feels stupidly warm and fuzzy.  

You look like you’ve been working all day and you smell a little like grass and rain in a way that makes him want to draw that much closer to you. So he does, leaving into your space.  

“Yeah.” He manages, barely getting the words out without being a complete wreck. “It’s new for me.”  

“Absence makes the heart grow fonder or whatever they say.” And then, even more sweetly. “I missed you too.”  

Fuck. You’re… fuck.  

Sebastian pretends to wipe something from his face just to cover it and make his blush less obvious. This is embarrassing. He likes you so much and for what.  

There’s a million things he wants to tell you but he can’t find the words for any of them. So he tucks in on himself and wonders how the fuck he would ever go about actually dating you.  

You inch closer to him. Tentative, until your thighs are touching. He doesn’t move away.  

Suddenly, you’re close to him than you’ve ever been. Looking from the corner of your eye, Sebastian turns his head to meet your gaze. You’re an inch apart, and he’s looking at your lips - slightly chapped from the weather. The faint scent of alcohol on your breath makes him dizzy. Your smile is what does him in ultimately. A subtle tug at the corners of your mouth, a little teeth. Something about it precious.  

“Hey,” You mutter.  

“Hm,”  

“Can I kiss you?” 

He responds with leaning forward to do it first. It’s chaste and easy, and he does it because you’ve already taken so many first steps and he should, at least, take this one. So he leans into kiss you and it feels like his whole body is melting. It’s brief and light and he pulls away before it feels like it should be over.  

You part for a breath, a single heartbeat - before your hands go up to cradle the side of his face. You kiss him deeper that time. A real kiss where he can taste you enough to know that you drank - one he would only want to do in the privacy of this confined spaced. He feels you in your entirety  - returns your gesture with a careful hand on your waist that you don’t pull away from.  

And it doesn’t stop. Like neither of you want it too, despite everything else. Despite the fact he’s doing this in the bar of his hometown where everyone will gossip about it without doubt, and despite knowing that  - the drive to kiss you is stronger than his usual sensibilities. So you kiss and kiss and kiss, short presses followed by long, firm ones. A slight brush of tongue, the soft nip of teeth as you tease and tug. All mirth and amusement and fondness and bravery and god he is so into you it’s ridiculous.  

You manage to pull away from each other after a while. His lips are tingly. And there’s a sheepishness to you both that makes it hard for him to look your way.  

“Hey, Sebastian.”  

He clears his throat.  

“Uh. Yeah?”  

“I’m gonna ask you out tomorrow. Properly.”  

He blushes. “…I’d be cool with that.”  

You grin. “Yeah?”   

Shit he’s happy. He is not gonna get a lick of sleep tonight. He smiles a little to himself.  

“Yeah.”  

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Together: Noah Sebastian

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x f!reader Warning: Swearing, mutual masturbation (fingering (f recieving), handsjobs (m recieving) Word Count: 2.2k Note: Welcome to part 2 of this little series with @malice-ov-mercy @deathblacksmoke and @circle-with-me <3

Read the rest here: Folio Ruffilo Jolly

Summer has really settled in as skin sticks to skin, and you swear that you’ve never felt warmer in your life. It’s been blazing hot for most of the week, and thankfully you’ve been able to spent most of that time with your feet dangling in the pleasantly warm water of a pool. One of the many upsides that comes with having a decently famous rock star of a boyfriend. 

You’re in the fortunate position that you can do most of your work from home, meaning that you’ve been answering emails from your lounge chair. Noah has been in and out of the house, frantically preparing for their next release. You know that he’s been hard at work with it, pouring most of his hours into it, just so everything is perfect. You admire his work ethic, but you can tell that he’s starting to wear thin. The boy needs a break, but he hardly listens to you when it comes to that. 

He knows his limits, you tell yourself. 

All in the hopes that he actually does. 

Your attention is caught by the sound of his voice in the living room behind you. A quick look over your shoulder tells you that he’s in the middle of a phone call. He looks awfully bored with it and when he finds you look at him an idea pops into your head. 

You place your laptop down behind yourself, before you assemble a quick plan. Noah is, at his core, still a guy, and a predictable one at that. It doesn't take a lot to get his attention. He’ll be easy prey with how bored he looks pacing around your living room.

With your plan assembled, you get up from your lounge chair. The oversized t-shirt that you’d plucked from your closet that morning barely reaches the top of your thigh, and really that makes it perfect for what you have in mind. You slip through the opening in the sliding door without him noticing. His back is still turned towards you when you close it as quietly as you can. 

Noah flashes you a quick smile when he finally notices you. You wave your fingers at him, head cocked to the side as you watch him. His reply to the person on the other end of the line rushes past your head as you trace your fingers up the tops of your thighs. His eyes follow the ascent of your fingers. You can tell that Noah has long stopped listening to whoever is on the other end of the line. 

Your fingers rise even higher, grazing across your tummy and the waist line of your bikini bottoms. His eyes flicker between yours and the skin your fingers dance across. His replies come slower, less focused. 

You decide that now is the right time to slip off the shirt. You wait until his focus is on your face before your fingers curl around the bottom hem. His breath catches in his throat when you begin to lift it as slowly as you can manage. He watches intently as your hand drifts up your now exposed tummy. 

You sigh when your fingers skim over a sensitive spot. Across from you, Noah mutters an answer, clearly distracted by what you’re doing in front of him. 

Finally, you pull the shirt over your head. The fabric drops to the ground next to you, and it feels as if a brick drops and shatters the tile beneath your feet. For a brief second, you feel insecure, but then the weight of his gaze settles on your mostly bare body and the feeling quickly fades away again. Seeing how you affect him always makes your confidence soar. 

“What? Sorry, I didn’t hear that.” you hear him rush out. 

His struggle brings a smile to your face. You feel awfully wicked teasing him like this, but you know that he’d easily play you in the same way if he’d have the chance. 

You trail your fingers across your chest, making a conscious effort to let them pass over your nipple. You reach behind your back, finding the tie of your bikini top. His chest rises and falls with laboured breaths and when you let your eyes drift lower your thought is confirmed. His shorts are already visibly tented, and that gives you the last bit of confidence you needed to let the top fall, too. 

“Fucking – hell.” Noah mutters below his breath. 

His hand presses against his crotch in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure. Feeling fuelled by that, you pull the tie of your bottoms loose as well. Noah draws in a deep breath. His eyes darken, narrowing as he tries to keep his focus on the call. 

His focus wavers for a moment when you dip your fingers between your thighs. Your eyes flutter closed at the feeling. The touch of your finger pulls a sigh from your lips. You take your time with it, drawing slow circles across your clit. 

It feels a little forbidden to touch yourself while he is speaking to what you assume is a representative of the label. You know that he would have long ended the call if it wouldn’t be important. Noah slumps down the side of the sofa that is closest to him. You follow, sitting across from him, just out of his reach. It’s a little diabolical. 

You pull one leg up onto the cushions, giving him a perfect view of your body. He goes quiet when you trace a single finger across your slit. His hand returns to the tent in his shorts. This time it stays for longer. To amp up the stakes, you dip a finger between your lips, before bringing them back to your already soaked pussy. You don’t try to silence yourself, not when your little game is just starting to become fun. 

The slow, teasing circles around your clit make your skin heat up. It’s all so precarious, if he lets out one wrong noise, the person on the other end of the line will know what you’re up to. You know he won’t, you know that he can keep his composure if he has to. One hand comes up to cup your breast, fingers teasing across your nipple. The fingers of your other hand tip into your hole, and you have to fight against your instinct to close your eyes. You need to see everything. You need to see how you affect him. 

Noah’s hand gives a firm squeeze to his cock. The poor boy is suffering, but he’s nowhere near desperate enough for your taste yet. You watch as his hand dips behind the waist band of his shorts. He sighs, but quickly catches himself with a startled cough. 

“No– no, I’m fine.” he rushes out, “Wrong pipe.” 

 His obvious struggle makes you chuckle, and he shoots you a glare in response. You’re not as easy to affect as he is, though. This is your game, he’s just a pawn in it. 

A second finger joins the first, and you moan, entirely unashamed, at the stretch. The hand that is stuffed inside his shorts flexes as he returns his focus to the call for a moment. 

“Listen, I’m sorry something just came up. I’m going to have to call you back.” he struggles to keep an even, unaffected tone. It’s endearing. 

You’re sure that he ends the call before the other person has a chance to say goodbye. His cell drops to the cushion as he lets out a groan. 

“You’re evil.” he sighs, “The devil.” 

He remains still for a moment, before he begins to get up. You click your tongue at him, shaking your head. 

“Stay there.” 

Noah’s eyes widen, cheeks flushing with the realisation of what you have in mind for him. 

“Go on, you’re awfully overdressed.” 

You’re not entirely sure where this confidence comes from, but you’re glad that it’s here nevertheless. His shirt comes off before you’ve had the chance to register it. A moment later, he’s struggling out of his shorts and underwear, quiet swears breaking from his lips as the garments refuse to cooperate. 

His eyes fall shut as his hand closes around his aching cock. You can only imagine how good it must feel for him to finally get a little relief without having to hold back. 

“Touch yourself, honey.” you whisper, just loud enough for him to hear. 

Despite the distance, you’ve rarely felt closer to him. It feels a little like the times you’ve gotten yourself off while on the phone, except that now you actually get to see what he looks like. This is a rare treat. 

Noah takes another deep breath, before his hand begins to move. It’s slow, and you can tell that he has a tight grip on himself. And with his eyes focused so intently on where your fingers curl inside your pussy, you like to think that he’s imagining himself buried there instead. His free hand grips into one of the cushions.  

You find yourself aching for more. But as much as you want to give in to the need and crawl over to him, you stay strong. Instead, you work a third finger into yourself. 

“That feel good?” he asks. 

His voice is so rough with it already, and his breath hitches when you nod. 

You have to slow yourself a little. A soft little noise breaks from you when your fingers find that spot. 

“So good.” you reply in a moan. 

His hand stops just below the head of his cock. It’s a tight clutch, and you know that he’s trying to keep his end at bay. 

Noah’s eyes find yours. God, he looks so worn down already. His brow is in a constant furrow, cheeks tinged pink as he bites down harshly on his bottom lip. 

You readjust your position, pushing yourself forward just a little more so that he can see even more of you. The noise that falls from him is not far from a whimper. 

“Baby please.” he sighs, “Can I — let me touch you?” 

He sounds so awfully desperate for you that you almost want to give in. Almost. He’s been so good for you up until now.

You stretch your leg to nudge your foot against is knee in an attempt to get him to shift. Noah understands what you want and moves his thighs just a little bit further apart. He thrusts up into his hand, the movement eased by the slick of the precum leaking from his tip. You can tell that he’s close. Another whine falls from him, a needy little sound that makes you want to call him over to you. You know that he’ll be between your thighs immediately if you’d ask him. He’d fall to his knees in front of you, face buried in your heat. 

The thought spurs you on, fingers moving faster now, pressing against your walls more intently. 

He keens, whines around the prayer of your name. The coil in your belly feels almost too tight now. Seeing him so close to falling apart sends your mind into overdrive. Your thumb presses against your clit and your walls tighten in response. 

“I’m – I’m not gonna last.” he whines, “Please, baby.” 

You need a moment to keep yourself together. 

“What do you need?” you choke the words out, barely able to keep up this cool façade.

His hips buck up into his fist, thighs shaking. He’s right on the edge now. 

“Need you closer. You’re so far away.” 

You can’t deny him that, not when you’re so desperate to feel his skin against yours. In the blink of an eye, you’re kneeling on the cushion next to him. You grip into his bare shoulder with one hand, trying to keep yourself upright as you return your fingers to where they had been before. You can’t stop the moan that falls from your lips when your fingers settle inside of you. Noah’s hand finds your waist in an almost too tight grip. 

It won’t take either of you long now. You try your best to match his tempo. It’s a slow grind, barely moving with the overwhelming sensation of it all. His hand quickly migrates from your waist up to the side of your face so that he can pull you in for a kiss. He whines against your lips. The hand behind your head keeps you close against him. His breath catches, body freezing up entirely. You don’t have to check to know that he’s spilling across his hand and belly. 

Your own release hits you a moment later. Your body collapses against his as you both work yourselves through your orgasms. Your fingers curl against yourself until it suddenly becomes too much. 

Noah lets out a deep breath, before he kisses you again. 

You’re silent for a long moment, the only sound that fills your living room is the laboured breathing that falls from both of you. You shift, finding a slightly more comfortable position against Noah’s side. His body is so warm. He’s slicked with sweat, and you swear that he’s never been more beautiful. 

“Good?” you finally ask. 

He huffs out a laugh, “More than good.” 

“Shower?” 

He pulls away a little, so that he can look at you properly, “We’re not finished here yet, baby. I still want to get between those pretty thighs.” 

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sebastian (sdv) x reader

word count: 3.5k

content: silly love again, mutual pining, not actually unrequited love, some goofs and giggles and misunderstandings, the teeniest tiniest inkling of angst but it’s covered up with silliness, the word hussy is used which is the funniest word ever and i’m so glad i discovered it it’s so old-timey-small-town word

notes: this is a part three to my little mini series w sebastian! you can find part one here,   and part two here! 

oh hey guys this is probably completely indecipherable but i’ve been rewriting this over and over again this past week and decided that this is my most proudest version of this work and maybe there will be more but this... is IT (i’m lying and will be writing more companion pieces to this okay much love love all of u mwah) 

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Hiding from your problems does not fix everything. In fact, it doesn’t fix anything. 

It’s a lesson you should’ve figured out the first time you did it. You remember being back in grade school, forgetting to study for a test one year and faking a rash in the nurse’s office to get out of it. The rash in question was a collection of the healing, scabbed-over cat scratches on your forearm. You’d drawn over it harshly with dark red pen and marker to create some kind of rash-like illusion. In the end all you got was a disappointed look from the nurse, an ugly smear of red and burgundy on your arm, and a D-minus on your world history test. 

So, yes. Hiding has dreadful consequences. And even just during your time in Stardew Valley, you should’ve known to keep this lesson close to your heart. This is the second time you’ve run away from Sebastian already, and the first time didn't last long anyways. Stupid, silly you. 

In your defense, it wasn’t really Sebastian you were running away from. It was his mom. For three days following your stupid kissing shenanigans, Robin terrorized your dreams, and your daydreams, and the reflections of yourself that you saw in the tiny pond on your farm… 

So, yes it’s safe to say that running away was not doing you any good. But what other choice did you have? 

You’re an adult. You could totally scrape apart what’s left of your dignity and act like it—maybe take the walk up to the mountains and apologize to Robin and Sebastian, too. Tell them that it was wrong of you to be so promiscuous on their front porch (promiscuous, of course, equating to one single kiss on the lips that lasted no more than ten seconds), and that you’d never do it again and never even look Sebastian in the eyes, if that’s what they wanted.

While you’re at it, maybe you’d be able to ask Robin for the coop upgrade that you’ve needed for weeks now. All you have to do is… be an adult and face your problems. Your one massive roadblock of a problem. 

It’s not even a problem, per se. But you’ve embarrassed yourself far too much in front of the people in this town and you’re a little tired of taking blow after devastating blow to your reputation. You’d rather wilt and rot here, on the soil of your farm, with your duck walking her webbed feet across your chest and leaving damp marks all over your shirt. 

This is peace. This is where you could die, decomposing in your leftover humiliation from the week before. But of course—all good things come to an end, and the end comes to you in the form of a distinct lack of wheat seeds in your storage containers. 

Dreadful. This is a sign from some higher power that it’s finally time for you to get your ass up and go into town. Face the world like an adult. Get your wheat seeds so that you and your animals don’t starve to death and rot away on this already-rotting farm. Ugh. 

Your duck pads up your chest and leans her face into yours. Her beady little eyes stare right into your soul. She’s begging you. Begging you to get wheat so her plump little body doesn’t start to deteriorate. What a manipulator. 

A heavy, bone-rattling sigh escapes you as you gently push her off of you and sit up. This is it. You have to face everyone, again, after embarrassing yourself in front of the stupid boy you like and his mother, of all people. Fortunately for you, they live up in the mountains, so a little trip to PIerre’s in town wouldn’t be so much of a risk. You’d be fine. You could still be a functioning adult, so long as you didn't wander up north where the mines were. 

…

Okay, well. You lied to yourself. 

It was all a big lie. A big lie you told yourself to feel some kind of security about leaving your stupid, lonely farm and going into town and getting the stupid seeds that you needed. You’re a liar, a fraud, and a chronic-problem-avoider, and none of those problems would ever get fixed during your probably-very-short-lifespan. Short, of course, because you were going to die in the middle of Pierre’s shop, right here and right now in the produce aisle. 

Because of course, as luck would have it, Sebastian is right there too. Staring at you. Holding two unshucked ears of corn, in his hands. You would laugh at how silly he looked if this wasn’t so humiliating. 

“Um.” He’s the first to say anything. Hearing his voice after a week startles you enough to make you stiffen even more and your shaky hands threaten to drop the seed packets to the floor. His eyes are wide and there’s a flush to his cheeks that might be from the leftover chill of the outdoors. Despite everything, you hope maybe it’s because of you instead. 

You can’t form words. Your mouth flutters open and closed like a trapdoor until you decide to keep them tightly shut. Devastating. Humiliating. Mortifying. There are so many words that you’ve used so often over the last two weeks that you could continue to use here. Your vocabulary is not very expansive in the slightest, but it’s not your fault you’ve been put in the same types of scenarios so often. 

“Hello,” you choke out. Surprisingly, your voice is steady for the most part. The rest of you is not. The seeds rattle in your hands and you can feel your legs locked up. Anxiety floods through you like ice water and freezes in your bone marrow. You’re stuck. You might throw up. Again, this is a very common theme in every interaction you have with Sebastian. Very unfortunate. 

Even more unfortunate is the fact that, despite all the embarrassment and chagrin and overall-horrifying matter of events, you still want to kiss him. You’re reliving the ten-second kiss from the last time you saw him and it’s making you enter some parallel universe in your head—one where his mom didn't catch you kissing, and where he liked you back and maybe let you sleep over his house like he said he would, and where you could kiss him even more. You’re getting whiplash from everything running through your head. God.

“I, um…” he clearly feels just as awkward, which does nothing to reassure you. “Haven’t seen you in a while. We thought you’d… show up to the saloon, or.” Sebastian cuts himself off early. He must realize by your completely unmoving form that you’re not planning on loosening up at all during the course of this conversation. 

“Right, um,” you scramble for some kind of excuse but you know that regardless of what you say, he’s gonna know. He’s not gonna believe a single thing you say, because he knows. He was there. He was the one that you kissed. 

There’s no way he’s not completely aware at this time. Totally and utterly aware that you’re indescribably in love with him, more than infatuated. He must know that you like him so much it makes your chest hurt and your head ache with the untamable need to kiss him stupid every time you see his face. He must know. You’d risked it all, laid it open on the table for him last week when you kissed him and he didn't do much with it, really, which was fine but—he must know. After all of this. 

A thought rushes through your head and it immediately heats up the ice in your bones. You’re moving, now, this time at a pace that can only be achieved by spontaneous ferocity and a phobia of the mother of the boy you like. You’re quick to act, lunging forward and grabbing his arm to pull his entire form behind the shelf. 

“Is your mom here?!” you whisper harshly at him. You didn't even think of it until now, the fact that he might be here with his mother and that would mean you’d have to face her not on your own terms. A confrontation would start up in the middle of this quiet, quaint little grocery store, and you’d have to yield and nod at an angry ginger woman as she called you a hussy, or something. Or— no, Robin wouldn’t call you a hussy. She was too nice for that. Pam would call you a hussy, probably. Well. 

The distress in your voice must come out clearly enough for him because he frantically shakes his head and whispers back a definite no! It’s too late to reel you back in, though, and your mind is already going a million miles a minute. If you’re going to do anything, you have to do it now, because otherwise you will never speak a single word to this family ever again. 

“You— Please tell your mom that I’m sorry, like so very very sorry, and I will give her so many of my crops and hardwood and stone to make up for everything. And—” you shush him when he tries to interrupt, talking over him rapidly to stop him from trying it again, “—I didn't mean to— or, I did mean— um, point is. Tell your mom. I’m so sorry. And that I really need a coop upgrade and I’ll pay her double what it normally is to make up for everything.” You pause. “Please.” 

Sebastian is. Speechless. It’s not often that you see him like this—in fact, you don’t think you’ve actually ever seen him like this. His mouth flutters open and closed. Trapdoor, just like you, earlier. The shared traits between both of you make you want to throw up and scream. It’s too endearing and you want to rip your heart out before another situation happens just like last time, this time with Pierre as your witness. 

“What…” he begins, “are you talking about?” The furrow in his brow is one of genuine confusion, and so is the high-pitched lilt of his questioning voice. It only serves to make you more confused. And more agitated because this is really really embarrassing and the heat of it is starting to settle on your face and neck. 

“What. Do you think. I’m talking about.”

He obviously does not get the hint. He stays quiet, expression frustratingly unmoving as he blinks once, twice, three times at you. Holy shit. 

“I’m not going to say it,” you tell him. Any kind of confidence you had going into this conversation has dissipated and melted into a gooey kind of embarrassment. Suddenly, you’re back in the grade school nurse’s office, flinching at the disappointed look she gives you as she writes you a pass back to class—back to your impending doom and the D-minus that awaits you. This is that. This is worse than that by ten— no, a thousand times. 

“Are you five years old? What are you talking about, just say—!” 

“You are so embarrassing.” You hiss at him, but there’s really no weight in your lackluster insult. It’s more of a half hearted attempt to get him to stop talking about everything and anything, at least until you get out of this goddamn store and maybe even this goddamn town where everyone likes to gossip. 

You nearly tear the stupid ears of corn out of his stupid hands in your rush to get out of this store. “Are you— Is this the only thing you’re buying?” At his nod, you grab three more packets of miscellaneous seeds and start your rushed walk to the counter to check out. 

“What are you doing?!” His voice is a frantic whisper, matching your tone, but it’s less aggravated and more just genuinely confused. Sebastian seems dazed, threaded into the spinning loom of your contagious anxiety. You feel bad about it, really, but you’re threaded right next to him in an aggravating bright yellow string, and it’s hard to untangle yourself. 

“Please shut up,” you mumble, and then you’re at the counter and ignoring Pierre’s worried look as you pull crinkled dollar bills from your pockets. The transaction is fast, thankfully, and the cost of Sebastian’s items doesn’t set you back too much. Before you know it, you’re gripping part of his hoodie sleeve and dragging him out the door behind you. 

The chill of fall hits you when you step outside. A foggy breath escapes you as you gain the courage to turn back at him. “You. Need to take these to your mom,” you thrust the stupid corn back into his arms and he catches them, thankfully, “and tell her I’m sorry. And pretend everything never happened. Tell her I’m. Really super very sorry.” 

“I don’t think you— I’m. Not sure I understand,” he counters you, hesitant but determined in the way he keeps going, “she’s not mad at you. Why are you apologizing? I haven’t seen you for a week and now…?” 

Aw. Maybe you should find it sweet that he seems at least a little bit upset about not seeing you, almost like he missed you. That delusional thought is muffled by the stress of everything you’re talking about, though. 

“Hussy.” 

“What?” 

“Um.” There is no coming back from this. “Does she— Do people say that here? Does she. Think I’m a hussy.”

This is a ridiculous conversation. Every single interaction you’ve had with Sebastian, ever, has been ridiculous, and this is doing nothing to disprove that. You’ve actually going to puke. You know, it’s been just a joking threat these past few weeks, but this time you’re really going to vomit all over his stupid skater sneakers. 

He’s dead silent, startled into submission by your words and you can’t even blame him. Who says the word hussy?! Why did you think anyone would call you a hussy?!?! 

“I kissed her son in the dead of night right in front of her house,” you speak slowly and clearly, forcing yourself past the utter mortification that freezes your fingers and makes bile stir in your stomach, “and you’re saying that she doesn’t, um. That she’s… not mad.”

There is no coming back from this. Again. You’re grasping for either reassurance Sebastian’s mouth does that trapdoor thing again. You contemplate dropping all your seeds and running. Maybe the birds will like them. 

“No. You just left me on my porch.” And he’s upset. At least a little bit. It shows in the incredulous tone of his voice and the way his lips stay parted in disbelief. You did, unfortunately, leave him on that porch that night. He’s not… wrong about that. “And then avoided me for a week. You didn't even come into town at all. Abigail and Sam told me they never saw you. Did you never leave your farm just so you wouldn’t see me?” Hurt. He’s hurt, not just upset.

Now you just feel stupid. You didn't even consider the implications of kissing someone and then running away and never seeing them again. In your defense, it wasn’t because of him, more because of his mom and the very likely (read: completely inaccurate) prediction that Robin would beat you up on sight. 

“No!” You’re frantic to clear things up, but judging by his doubtful expression you’re going to have to do a lot to reach that goal. “That’s. It wasn’t on purpose. It was embarrassing.” It’s probably still the wrong choice of words. His face flinches and he glances to the side in discomfort. You’re losing him. You’re so, so bad at this. No kidding. That’s why you kissed a guy in front of his mom and almost threw up on his shoes, like, twice. Three times. 

Maybe if you put it into perspective. “How would you feel if you kissed someone in their front lawn and then their mom came out and caught you guys kissing and on top of that, what if you were the new person in town and everyone still kind of maybe doesn’t like you completely, and you just ruined your reputation by kissing somebody in front of their parent?” Okay. Effective. 

It’s quiet. He’s blinking at you. You get that response a lot whenever you speak to him, really. Maybe that’s a testament to your eloquence. (It’s really not.) 

“And,” you keep going, because of course you do, “you never visited me, never sent a letter, nothing. Nobody came to see me. And. I kissed you and then you said nothing and. What was I supposed to do?!” 

It’s what you’ve held back for a week now. Really, you weren’t expecting him to show up at your house and confess his undying love for you. A kiss is just a kiss. But if he was going to bring up the whole never-seeing-him-again thing, then you could do that too. 

“You.” Trapdoor. He stutters and falters and lets out a sigh that deflates all the tension in his body. “My mom. Wants you to come over for dinner.”

Okay. Well. What the fuck does that mean. 

“I want you to come over for dinner,” he clarifies. The furrow in his brow is one of certainty instead of confusion. His eyes meet yours, and stay locked for as long as his inner anxieties allow before he’s looking to the side and avoiding your wide-eyed stare. 

Oh. Okay. That’s what. He means. 

“Well,” you say out loud, because you’re an idiot and can’t ever control the words that spill out of your mouth. “Then. I would really love having dinner with you.” It’s supposed to come out determined, assured, maybe even a little flirty. Instead, it comes out awkwardly and stilted and you think you might be making a weird face at him on accident. The message clearly gets across, though, because the subtle tension in his face dissipates and he’s starting to smile at you. His stupid, awkward, tucked-in smile. You will yourself to not kiss him in the middle of the town square. 

He mumbles a hazy “yeah,” and for a moment you think he sounds almost… dreamy. Lovestruck, maybe. Of course he’s not, because he’s Sebastian and you’re the farmer (th farmer that kissed him, and he kissed back, and now he’s inviting to his house for dinner, but. Well. That’s besides the point). It’s wishful thinking, but you still can’t help the way your eyes trail across his face and down and along the seam of his lips and. There’s the craving to kiss him, reignited, stirring deep in your chest and stomach and in the twitch of your fingertips. 

“I guess that means we have to make plans for it,” and there’s some odd deeper meaning in his words, and his eyes are flitting to the side before coming back to you again. His lips twitch in something close to mischief, but not quite. “I guess that I should come over. To talk about plans.” 

You’re smiling. You try to resist it, scared you’ll look stupid with how wide you’re grinning but you can’t help it and now you’re smiling with teeth and pressing a giggle back down your throat before you start shrieking in joy. “I think you should. I think I should walk you to my house and talk about. Dinner plans. Totally dinner plans.” Sebastian’s eyes flit to your lips for a moment, a devastating, knee-weakening palm-dampening bone-rattling moment. You’re very certain that you didn't imagine it in some infatuated haze. The corners of his lips tuck into that smile you love so much, too much, and he lets out a breathy sort of laugh. “Dinner plans.” 

You walk him home—to your home, this time. There’s seeds in your right hand and the two ears of corn in his left, and your proximity as you walk makes it so that your hands brush together slightly with every step you take. His hands are dry from the cold. You don’t tell him that. 

And you two don’t hold hands on the way home, because that would be silly. Because you’re just walking him to your house, to talk about dinner plans. There’s a bubble of unspoken things around the both of you, but there’s something between the looks you share with each other that makes you stop caring so much about saying things. You’re not very good at that, anyways. 

You show him your favorite duck in your coop, the one you want Robin to upgrade, and then your cool cheese press machine that accounts for half the money you earn from your farm. He’s finally introduced to Kitty, who yowls at him once before padding up to him and biting his calf. You tell him it’s her love language. 

And you talk about dinner plans. Or. Well. Who are you kidding. You kiss him silly. Silly and stupid in your kitchen, tugging on the sleeves and cuffs of his hoodie and then the hairs at the nape of his neck and then his fingers, trailing your own against his palm in circles and spirals and heart shapes that you’re almost embarrassed to be making. Almost. But not really. 

You don’t really have the time or mind to be embarrassed, really. Not when you’re dizzy and warm and giggling into the lips of the pretty boy you’re in love with. And, not when you’re busy making dinner plans, of course. 

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Love or Hate » Sebastian Stan

Pairings: Sebastian Stan x Actress!Reader

Summary: Sebastian and his costar (the reader) don’t get along, but things take an unexpected turn when they’re rehearsing their lines.

Warnings: slight Angst, Smut (18+), Fluff ending, language, insults, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, fingering, unprotected sex, praise kink, name calling (brat), pet names (baby, baby girl)

Thank you to @buckys-wintersoldier for coming up with this idea!🩵

Written on my phone so sorry if there’s any mistakes or typos.

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

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You love your job. You love meeting and working with different people. There’s just one problem… working with Sebastian Stan. It’s not that you have a problem with his work. He does amazing work. It’s just that you two don’t get along. You two got casted as a married couple in an upcoming movie. You two have to pretend to love each other on camera, but in reality, you two hate each other. Now here you are, knocking on the door of Sebastian’s trailer.

“Come in!” You hear him shout.

You opened the door and walked inside. Sebastian looked up from his phone to see you and groaned.

“Nice to see you too, Sebastian.” You say sarcastically.

You plopped down on the couch next to him.

“Let’s just get this over with.” You say.

You and Sebastian opened your scripts and got into character.

“Addie, I love you.” Sebastian’s character says.

“I love you too, Ethan.” Your character says.

You two paused for a moment. The sex scene is next.

“Yea, no. I’m not kissing you, let alone having fake sex with you.” You say out of character.

“Feeling’s mutual.” He says out of character.

“Great. See you later.” You say.

You got up and went back to your trailer to get ready to film. It didn’t take you long to realize that you and Sebastian have to film the sex scene today.

“Ok, action!” The director says.

You and Sebastian got into character and faced each other.

“You look absolutely beautiful in this dress, honey.” Sebastian’s character says, looking at you in the mirror.

“Thank you, baby.” You smiled.

He began placing soft kisses on your neck and along your shoulder. You bit your bottom lip and leaned your head back on his shoulder.

“Ethan…” You breathed. “We’re going to be late to the wedding.” You say.

“It won’t hurt to be fashionably late, sweetheart.” He says.

Sebastian’s character unzipped your dress, letting it pool around your feet. You were left in a pair of black lace panties and exposing your breasts to him. He spun you around and kissed you passionately. He gripped the back of your thighs and picked you up. He gently laid you down on the bed and hovered over you. You unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it off of his shoulders. Your hands went down to his belt, unbuckling it and undoing his dress pants.

“Ethan…” You breathed.

“Yes, honey?” He says.

“I want you.” You say.

“You have me, baby. All of me.” He says.

You wrapped your legs around Sebastian’s waist, locking your ankles behind his back. Sebastian lowered his hips in a way to make it look like the two of you are having sex. You grabbed his head and kissed him hungrily. You two let out fake moans to make them sound real.

“Cut! That’s perfect! Take a break!” The director says.

You and Sebastian separated from each other and got dressed. You walked away without saying anything. As you were walking to your trailer, Sebastian grabbed your arm and took you inside of his trailer.

“Get off of me!” You say, pushing him away.

Sebastian put his hands up in surrender and took a step back.

“I don’t know what the hell your problem is, but you’re a fucking jerk!” You say.

“Oh yea? I’m not too thrilled about your bratty attitude.” Sebastian says.

“Fuck you!” You yelled.

That might’ve not been that best comeback, but it was the best you could come up with. You and Sebastian stood in awkward silence for a moment, staring at each other. Out of nowhere, Sebastian pinned you against the wall and kissed you roughly.

“You’re so fucking annoying.” You say against his lips.

“Feeling’s mutual, baby.” He says.

His hands wandered your body, stopping on the zipper of your dress. He unzipped it, letting it fall from your body and pool around your feet. He picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“You’d be considered cute if you didn’t run your mouth all the damn time.” Sebastian says.

“Why don’t you make me shut up then?” You sassed.

“You’re gonna wish you didn’t say that.” He says with a smirk.

Sebastian took you over to the couch and laid you down on it while hovering over you. He kissed and sucked on your skin, starting with your neck and moved down your body. His hands gripped the waistband of your panties and yanked them down your legs, throwing them somewhere in the trailer.

“How’s it fair that I’m naked and you’re not?” You whined.

Sebastian smirked with a chuckle. He stood up, taking off his shirt and pants, leaving his boxers on. He spread your legs open and got in between them. His fingers rubbed between your wet folds, rubbing your clit in slow circles. You threw your head back. Your jaw dropped, letting out an inaudible moan.

“What happened to that sassy mouth? Huh, baby?” Sebastian asks with a smirk.

“Shut up and do something!” You sassed.

Sebastian rubbed his fingers up and down your slit, teasing your wet entrance. He slowly slid his middle and ring fingers inside of you. He moved them at a slow pace that frustrated you.

“I- fuck! Faster please!” You begged.

“You want me to fuck you faster with my fingers, baby girl? Is that what you want?” He asks.

“Yes please!” You whined desperately.

“Well, since you said please.” He says.

Sebastian moved his fingers, hitting all of the right spots making you moan loudly. He kissed you to keep you quiet.

“You’re fucking loud.” Sebastian says against your lips.

“I can’t help it! You’re- oh fuck! Right there!” You moaned when his fingers hit your sweet spot.

“Did I find your sweet spot, baby?” He asks with a cocky smirk.

“Yes! Just- fuck!” You moaned.

Strings of moans and screams of his name fell from your lips. Sebastian put his fingers in your mouth to keep you quiet.

“These should keep you quiet.” He says.

You moaned around his fingers while his other ones were being your closer and closer to your orgasm. It felt like a rubber band was about to snap inside of you. You were right there when Sebastian abruptly took his fingers out of you making you whine.

“What the fuck, Sebastian?! I was about to cum!” You whined.

“The only place you’re gonna cum is on my cock.” He says.

Sebastian stood up to take off his boxers, revealing his hard cock. You licked your lips at the sight. He’s big. Definitely bigger than all of the guys you’ve been with.

“My eyes are up here, baby girl.” Sebastian says, snapping his fingers in your face.

“Shut up and fuck me.” You say, swatting his hand away from your face.

Sebastian didn’t need to be told twice. He got back on top of you, hovering over you. He rubbed the tip of his cock between your wet folds and teased your entrance.

“Sebastian, I swear if you don’t- oh my god!” You moaned when he slid his cock inside of you.

“You’ll do what, baby? You won’t do shit.” He says with a smirk.

His thrusts were rough and you were all for it. You wrapped your legs around his waist, licking your ankles behind his back and pulling him closer to you. Your hands were on his back, your fingernails digging into his skin making him hiss at the feeling.

“You’re fucking tight.” He moans.

You threw your head back against the couch, moans of his name left your lips. Sebastian kissed along the column of your throat. He gripped your chin with his index finger and thumb to kiss your lips, your tongues fought for dominance. You placed one of your hands on the back of his head to intensify the kiss.

“You feel so fucking good.” Sebastian moans.

You moved your lips down to his neck, sucking hard enough to leave hickeys behind.

“Harder!” You moaned.

“You want me to fuck you harder? Well, here you go, baby.” He says.

Sebastian unwrapped your legs from his waist. He hooked his arms under your knees and started pounding into you.

“Oh my god! Yes! Fuck!” You moaned.

“You like that, baby girl? Oh I know you do.” He smirks.

You felt a familiar knot in your stomach like earlier. It felt like a rubber band was about to snap inside of you.

“I- oh fuck! I’m gonna cum! Please let me cum!” You begged.

“Cum for me, baby girl. Make a fucking mess on my cock.” Sebastian whispers in your ear.

Your eyes fluttered shut and his name fell from your lips as you came hard. Sebastian’s thrusts became sloppy as his orgasm was nearing.

“Shit! Gonna cum. Want me to fill you up, baby?” He pants.

“Yes! Fuck, please! Give it to me, Sebby!” You moaned.

Your name fell from his lips as he came inside of you, painting your walls. His thrusts came to a slow stop. Sebastian collapsed on top of you. Both of you were panting and looking into each other’s eyes.

“That was…” You couldn’t find the words to explain how amazing the sex was.

“Yea.” Sebastian agrees.

Sebastian leaned down, kissing your lips softly and sweetly. You cupped his cheeks to intensify it.

“I’m sorry.” Sebastian says against your lips.

“So am I.” You say.

“Can I take you on a date to show you how sorry I am?” He asks, moving a piece of your hair out from your face.

“I’d love that.” You smiled.

Sebastian kissed you passionately. You two didn’t even hear the door open when.

“Oh shit! I’m so sorry! I’ll leave you two alone!” The intern says, quickly leaving and shutting the door behind him.

You and Sebastian bursted out laughing.

“I think we scarred that intern for life.” You say, laughing.

“I think we did.” Sebastian laughs.

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-Bucky’s Doll

[ham1lton]

— a spinoff from the nepo!sis universe, what if you were the first female driver in formula one?

-> pairings: tba!

-> key people: mrs fluffkins as your cat. gavin as your race engineer and surrogate father. y/s as your younger sister. jo as your ever suffering pr manager.

-> author’s note: this is supposed to be a collaborative process!! so feel free to send in scenarios and ideas for our girl as this will constantly be getting updated.

tags -> all related works will be here.

main works.

YOU’RE STILL YOUNG (THAT’S YOUR FAULT) — your rookie season isn’t going well and you’re really feeling the pressure. after a particularly gruelling week, your sister is worried and calls in emergency help. that’s how sebastian vettel ends up on your doorstep on a rainy thursday afternoon.

QUESTION TIME? — being the only female driver on the grid means being the unofficial spokesperson for women in motorsports and you’re tired of it.

CASUAL — you expected dating to be difficult with your job but you didn’t expect to be having a debriefing with nico rosberg about your love life. but hey, when in monaco right?

WELCOME TO MIAMI — after the miami grand prix, you and some of your fellow drivers go out for karaoke and drinks for ‘bonding’ according to a certain lando norris.

MISS BAD MEDIA KARMA — after a night out, the media is alight with rumours and speculation about your romantic life. most people would call a pr meeting, you go through the funniest rumours on instagram live and rate them out of ten.

THERE SHE GOES — you win your first race and navigate all the chaos that follows. includes your iconic glossed camera kiss and social media’s reaction.

STREETS — you arrive in austin a little early, perfect time to go for a drive! you have the car, the playlist, charles leclerc, the vibes, the snacks - wait… CHARLES LECLERC? how did he sneak in your car? and why is this drive… kinda fun?

extras.

TEN THINGS F1 DRIVER Y/N L/N CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT. — the anticipated gq interview. it’s pretty straightforward, content is in the name.

Y/N L/N GOES SNEAKER SHOPPING W/ COMPLEX - formula one driver y/n l/n goes shopping with complex’s joe la pluma in new york and talks about her favourite shoes, her forage into fashion, her dependence on sneakers and buys her whole family a pair.

GRID IDIOTS - snippets from your group chat with your friends.

alternate universes.

HE SAYS TO BE COOL (I DON’T KNOW HOW YET) — after a party at a mutual friends, you and jenson are photographed leaving together. the large age gap causes concern especially after your earlier admission that you had a crush on him as a young driver. ⋗ jenson button x maneater!reader.

[pluvpluvpluv]

Study Break

18+ || MDNI || Content Warnings: SMUT, characters aged up, established relationship, language, praise kink, thigh riding, lil bit of breeding kink, semi public sex I think that covers it all

Word Count: 1480 exactly

Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

A/N: Happy Thirsty Thursday :) This was written in one sitting and not edited at all. I read through it once before going “yeah post it”

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MC was ready for summer. Summer meant NEWTs were done and she could take a month or so off to celebrate and relax before diving headfirst into her next adventure. She had spent the last two summers under an apprenticeship with Fatima Lawang, making the trip from Feldcroft to Keenbridge every day to study and learn business from someone she truly looked up to. She would be opening a small apothecary in the hamlet she now called home. It was a wonderful location, since she knew Bernard really stuck to selling beast byproducts and plants. She wouldn’t be encroaching on his market, and she could also source ingredients from him. It was going to be, thankfully, a mutually beneficial existence.

She had moved to Feldcroft at the end of their fifth year. Sebastian had nowhere else to live over the summer months, she really had nowhere to live over that time, and neither wanted to be alone. So, when that first year had come to an end, she just followed him home. He had started courting her about halfway through that summer. She had accepted and they had practically lived together like a married couple ever since.

Before she could get to the summer and enjoy her newfound freedom with the love of her life, she had to pass the NEWTs. In order to get her apothecary license, she needed to score high in Potions and Herbology at the very least, but that wasn’t going to be enough for her. The reputation of saving the wizarding world at fifteen years old meant she was expected to do exceedingly well on all of her NEWTs, and she was determined to do so.

She had taken up residence in one of the more secluded corners of the library. It always ensured that MC wouldn’t have to share the table and she could have all of her books open and spread out. Only a select few people knew of where she hid out to study, which limited the interruptions. Except in the case of her boyfriend.

She didn’t know how long she had really been studying when Sebastian finally sat beside her. She didn’t even look up from rereading a paragraph she had already read ten times before. She still retained nothing.

“MC. Love, you missed lunch. I brought you some food.”

“Thanks Bash. I’ll eat it in a minute. I just need to understand what this page is saying.”

He set the plate down and moved the book.

“Considering it’s well past lunch and I didn’t even see you at breakfast, I think you can’t understand the page because you’re hungry. Eat and take a break.”

MC glared at him, debating whether or not it would be worth the argument since they were both the most stubborn person the other had met. That train of thought was interrupted by a rather loud growl as she was betrayed by her own stomach. She ate the food that he brought her without further complaint.

While she ate, Sebastian sat beside her and scanned over the tomes she had laid out on the table. She was paying more attention to him instead. The way that his eyebrows furrowed when he was focused on a paragraph in one of the books and the way his lips moved silently with the words. She focused on his hands as he turned the page and the way that the muscles in his exposed forearms flexed even with that small movement. She could feel herself growing hotter by the second, and it led to the realization that she and Sebastian hadn’t been intimate in nearly three weeks. It could’ve been a record, honestly. Even before he was courting her, after they took each other’s virginities that first summer in Feldcroft, they hardly went more than a couple days without going after each other. The joys of two students living with no chaperone.

“I can feel you staring holes in the side of my head, MC. Have you finished eating? Do you want me to read to you to see if that helps you understand the material better?”

The way he cared for her had also always been one of her favorite things. She had never been good at keeping herself in check, but Sebastian always did his best to make sure she didn’t overextend herself.

“I—uh it’s mostly gone. But I was thinking about something else.”

“Were you? Care to share with the class, darling?”

“I could use your help. Just in a different way.”

He looked at her curiously for a moment before it seemed he registered the look on her face and his expression grew more heated.

“Have you been thinking too much? Do you want to turn that brilliant brain off for a minute?”

His tone was condescending, and while it would normally agitate her when he spoke to her that way, this time it felt different. She nodded slowly, her eyes not leaving his own while a smirk grew on his face.

“Do you remember over the winter holiday, you told me about how one of the girls had talked about grinding on a pillow when she didn’t want to do things herself and I made you do it for me? We don’t have a pillow here, but I bet I could have you grinding on something else and feeling as good as you did that night. Come sit on my thigh, darling. We’ll see if you can ride me like you rode that pillow. Maybe you’ll make just as big a mess on me.”

As she settled in on his lap, she was grateful she had opted for a skirt instead of one of the few outfits she had with pants. The back of the skirt that draped over her boyfriend’s knee would hopefully help hide what they were doing if anyone were to stumble back and find them.

She gave an experimental roll of her hips, and she felt Sebastian’s thigh flex beneath her. MC let out a shaky exhale as she did it again. The thin fabric of her knickers and the coarse fabric of Sebastian’s quidditch pants provided the most delicious friction to her clit. Sebastian’s large hands settled on her hips beneath her skirt, the feel of his fingertips on her bare skin lighting her nerves on fire.

“Make sure you stay quiet. Don’t need anyone hearing how I’m helping you study,” his voice purred, the effect going straight to her core.

As she grew more confident, her pace picked up. Sebastian helped, tensing his thigh and slightly pushing her hips down when she rolled them to make sure that the bundle of nerves she was focused on didn’t go a second without feeling something.

“That’s it, darling. Use me. Grind that needy little cunt on my thigh.”

MC gasped softly, biting her lip as the familiar tension in her lower stomach began to build. She was able to keep her volume down, but she couldn’t keep herself from whining and whimpering completely.

“Bash. Oh gods. I-I’m~”

“Keep going, darling. I can feel how bad you need it. That pretty pussy is drooling through my trousers. You’re making such a mess for me, my good girl. Go on. Cum on my thigh. You can do it, honey.”

With his encouragement and permission, she felt herself giving into the pleasure as her orgasm hit. Her hips stuttered, but Sebastian kept her in rhythm. She registered his low moan too, her chest heaving as she started to come down from her high.

MC’s hand moved to where she assumed she’d find Sebastian’s bulge, hard and aching for the attention she wanted to give it. Instead, her hand landed on a warm, wet patch on the front of his trousers.

“Sebastian Sallow,” she spoke his name low and soft, her frazzled brain slowly putting the pieces together as she looked up at him. “You came in your pants. Untouched. Because of me?”

The boy’s freckled cheeks flooded with color as he blushed. Her normally suave boyfriend seemed embarrassed by this turn of events.

“I may have. You didn’t see yourself. Or hear yourself for that matter. I didn’t realize it was going to happen until it just…happened.”

“That is one of the hottest things you’ve ever done. If we can sneak down to the library floo flame without getting caught, we can make it to the ROR. And I can give you something else to cum in.”

He let out a dark chuckle, looking at her with blown pupils.

“You think this is a game, MC? Hmm? Merlin, I’m gonna get you so fucking pregnant.”

Her eyes widened, and she couldn’t stop the giggle that fell from her lips. She was still giddy as she pulled him down the stairs and towards the floo flame on the back wall.

Thank Merlin for study breaks.

[isolated-r0b0t]

The GPDA stands for all 20 Formula 1 drivers, giving them a strong, united front to address their issues and interests.

The association is led by former driver Alex Wurz, alongside prominent and notable directors like George Russell and Sebastian Vettel.

Recent Collective Statement:

The drivers recently released a firm statement criticizing the FIA’s policies, especially regarding how drivers are treated and the fines being imposed. This marks their first united public response since 2017, showcasing their growing frustration and the urgent need for change.

Financial Transparency:

The GPDA has consistently demanded clarity from the FIA about how monetary fines are used. They stress that the current fine system is vague and lacks clarity on it's benefit the sport.

Treatment of Drivers:

In their statement, the drivers take issue with the FIA's condescending approach, likening it to treating them like children—especially when it comes to recent penalties for swearing. They highlight their professionalism and make it clear they don’t need to be lectured on mundane topics like dress codes.

Public Critique of FIA Policies:

This statement acts as a public outcry against the FIA’s policies under President Mohammed Ben Sulayem. The drivers want an open dialogue and collaboration to constructively tackle their concerns.

Call for Respect and Understanding:

The GPDA calls on the FIA to adjust their tone and approach with drivers, advocating for mutual respect in their interactions. The drivers remind everyone that they are professionals who make significant contributions to the sport and deserve respect in return.

Now, let’s get real. Those tearing down the GPDA and their statement are missing the bigger picture.

These drivers are not just performers; they are real people facing serious challenges, and yes, they are often exploited workers!

NEWS FLASH!!Anyone who doesn’t own the means of production—yes, even in sports—is, in fact, an exploited worker.Even highly compensated athletes are subject to this reality.

To reiterate: Athletes ARE exploited workers.

They are here, putting their bodies on the line, putting on a show entertaining fans and boosting the profits of team owners, the FIA, and sponsors. So it’s absolutely commendable that they’re advocating for their rights and asserting their collective strength.If you find yourself mocking their wording or claiming their statement should have been polished by a ghostwriter, or saying these drivers must not be educated—guess what? You’re missing the mark! Every worker, drivers included, deserves applause for calling out the FIA and the governing bodies that try to keep them down.

Furthermore, suggesting that the drivers should postpone their advocacy because of external political events—such as the recent U.S. election—is shortsighted. Multiple struggles for justice can and must occur simultaneously. There should be no requirement for drivers to wait for unrelated political drama to subside before voicing their concerns.

The GPDA is finally stepping up as a united front, and it’s time we all support them. If you genuinely care about these drivers and believe they deserve justice, care, and their rightful rights, it’s time to back their efforts to improve their working conditions.

fin.

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Oh wow! I'm so excited to see someone else writing Black Butler fics! I felt alone </3

I have a request for some headcannons!

How do you think Sebastian would react to fem NewDemonMaidReader?

Newborn Demon?

Reader is aloof and often slacking in servicing her contract, only really doing anything for said contract if she finds it entertaining.

She teases her contractor a lot with "should've read the fine print", stating that she's not fully bound to them, but they are bound to her.

Would Sebastian enjoy her shady nature, or find it distasteful?

I've had this idea for a while, but I can't seem to find a way to execute it properly. So I pass it to you :) if you want it of course

Sorry if it's too long! I tried to condense my creative thoughts!

From: @luckyladylottie

Sebastian Michaelis x NewBornDemon!Reader Headcanons

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• Sebastian will be quite apprehensive when meeting with another demon, especially one contracted to someone just like he is to ‘Ciel’. However, seeing that you’re a recently new demon raises a lot of concerns for him, he’s quite aware of how obvious or vindictive some demons can be, and will definitely try to keep an eye on you when you’re around to see if you act out or misbehave by his own standards.

• He certainly won’t agree with your styles of being a butler or maid, if that’s your method of blending in. He holds himself to quite a high standard, especially since the social circles his master is from is quite significant and valued as important. Anything less than absolute dutifulness, at least for appearances, will be judged by him.

• He’s surrounded by a lot of people with questionable personalities, and certainly those that are more than annoying. However, no matter what kind of personality you have, he wouldn’t really mind. He mainly bases his judgement on people by their actions, not by how they are generally perceived.

• The relationship between the two of you would gradually become that similar to mutual enemies, despite usually being civil to each other. This would especially be the case if you’re usually defiant, refusing to follow his lead or accepting his methods of doing things and behaving.

• He would always be expressing his disapproval of whatever methods you’re using or your behaviour, but he would keep this for in private. Usually he would just give you a horrendous glare and occasionally steps in when you’ve seriously gone too far in his opinion - as subtly as he can intervene, though.

• He would want to set a better example for you, even more so since he knows that you haven’t been a demon for nearly as long as he has. But eventually he will just settle to letting you do your own thing, knowing that trying to influence you at all would just be pointless.

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Midnight Excursion 🌙 (Ominis Gaunt x F!MC)

This fic was born after simping with @damn-it-a-hogwarts-legacy-blog over the Ominis voice lines when you use Alohomora in front of him. Enjoy!

Warnings: smut || NSFW || p in v || f!ng3ring || they go at it on a classroom desk || characters are aged up, over 18 and in 7th year || mdni || (1.8k words)

The dungeons were completely still at this time of night, providing a menacing vibe to a part of the castle that was already eerie during daylight hours. It was shortly after midnight now, and the only sound to be heard was the soft taps of the girl’s footsteps as she tried to keep as quiet as possible. There was no one else around, although she swore she could hear another pair of footsteps following closely behind her, despite seeing no one every time she turned around. She eventually shook the worry off, chalking it up to nerves. 

She continued walking, passing the dragon statue before finding her destination on her left - a single locked door. She pointed her wand to the lock, whispering “Alohomora” at it. But as the lock popped open, a voice seemingly out of nowhere caused her to jump and drop her wand.

“Breaking in, are we? What is it that you’re up to?”

“Ominis!?” She exclaimed, as she watched the Slytherin boy materialize in front of her as he removed his disillusionment charm. 

“What are you doing sneaking about the castle this late at night!?” He snapped. She knew he couldn’t actually see her, but she could still feel his eyes digging into her skin. 

“What does it matter to you, Gaunt?! And you’re here too, meaning I could ask you the same question!”

Ominis huffed. “I’m NOT sneaking about. I was sitting in the Transfiguration Courtyard getting some air after not being able to sleep. I heard someone use the floo point in the courtyard and realized it was you, so I followed you. And it matters to me because I’m well aware of the sick interest you and Sebastian share. If your little midnight excursion has anything to do with the Dark Arts I swear on Merlin I will-”

“OH for the love of Merlin this is NOT about the Dark Arts! I haven’t thought about the Dark Arts since fifth year! I’m actually doing a favor for Mr. Moon.”

“Oh yes, that’s believable. Helping the groundskeeper with a task after midnight. Do you think I’m an idiot?!”

“Ominis you are incredibly annoying! If you must know, Mr. Moon has asked me to retrieve various statues that are scattered all over Hogwarts. They’re statues of Demiguise, and they only appear at night. Now are you done interrogating me?!”

Ominis’s scowl softened, but only slightly. “Fine. But I think I’ll stick around until you retrieve your statues, just to be sure.” 

The girl rolled her eyes, picking up her wand and pushing the unlocked door open. As she entered the room, she looked over at Ominis. His head was tilted downwards, but his wand was drawn, pointing at her, its red tip pulsating. He was studying her. She knew that this was Ominis’s way of studying a person or an object, him and his wand sharing some kind of mind connection she wished she knew more about, but didn’t thanks to their rocky relationship.

She knew Ominis hated her ever since fifth year, when their mutual best friend, Sebastian’s obsession with the Dark Arts almost got him killed. Ominis often blamed her for this, claiming that she “egged Sebastian on”, when she truthfully had nothing to do with it. It was a shame because she didn’t actually hate Ominis. She thought of him as a kind and loyal friend. She also found herself enamored with him, although she knew there was no way the feeling was mutual.

After they closed the door behind them, she went looking for her demiguise, while Ominis used his wand to survey the room. As her eyes locked on the statue, Ominis spoke. 

The Muggle Studies classroom? Odd choice for your statue to reside.”

She ignored him, picking up the statue. “Mine now, Demiguise.” she proclaimed as she shrunk the statue down and stored it away in her pocket. 

“Okay, I got what I came here for. Happy?” She began to walk back towards the classroom door when Ominis spoke again.

“You know, in my seven years here, I’ve never stepped foot in this classroom. My parents would never allow me to take this class. They see muggles as a plight to society. But, I don’t agree with that. They’re not bad people, they’re just misunderstood.”

She turned towards Ominis, a look of surprise on her face. Throughout her time at Hogwarts she had heard whispers about the Gaunt family and their disdain for muggles, as well as some claims that they even tortured and killed muggles. She had a hard time believing the torture claims, her attraction to him providing a bit of bias, but truthfully, she knew very little about him. Any attempt made to get to know him was shut down due to his distrust of her. 

“That’s surprising to hear, considering everything they say about you.”

“Everything they say about you.” Ominis scoffed. “Of course, you’re one of those. You believe every rumor that floats around about me! Yes, my family is full of muggle hating pureblood fanatics, but I am nothing like them! Bearing the Gaunt name is a curse and I have worked so hard to prove myself better than them, but still people would rather treat me like I’m a monster, and…why am I even defending myself to you! Nothing I say will ever change how you think of me!”

She was used to Ominis shouting at her for silly nonsense, but this was different. She could feel the pain in Ominis’s voice. Normally, she would have kept her feelings to herself, as she had this entire time, but the exasperation in Ominis’s bright blue eyes made her drop the filter she had placed on herself. 

“I don’t think that way about you! I never have.” Her sudden words caused Ominis to recoil in confusion. 

“I’ve always believed that deep down you’re a good person. It’s like you said about muggles - you’re not a bad person, Ominis, you’re just misunderstood.” She internally cringed at her own words and almost stopped talking entirely, but something compelled her to keep going.

I’ve always wanted to get to know you, maybe become your friend, maybe more than friends.” 

Regret filled her. If she didn’t already say too much, she certainly had now. She brought her gaze, which had previously been on the floor, up to Ominis to find a soft expression on his face. 

“More than friends?” he repeated softly as he approached her, closing the gap between them. 

A soft “yes” was all she could muster as her heart began to race, but that “yes” was all he needed.

Without a second of hesitation, Ominis’s hands grabbed her cheeks, pulling her into a rough kiss. Her brain needed a moment to catch up before she returned his kiss with the same level of passion, as she threw her arms around his neck. Ominis moved his hands from her cheeks to her hips, picking her up slightly so that she’d be seated on the desk she had been standing against.

Her legs spread on their own, allowing him to slip his body between them to get closer to her. She felt like she had been Imperio’d with the way her body was moving on its own, her hands coming down to his chest to rid him of his robe and tie, and then moving lower to begin unbuttoning his shirt. He finally pulled away from her, leaving her lips red and swollen as his hands worked to remove her robe, shirt, and tie as well. His hands then shot down to her hips as he frantically removed her skirt, tights, and underwear all at once. 

For a moment, she felt a little embarrassed to be so exposed, in a classroom no less, but all her inhibitions faded when Ominis’s lips latched on to her neck, biting at her skin as his hand slipped between their bodies, easily sliding two fingers into her cunt. She wasn’t shy with her sounds as loud moans fell from her lips, extremely grateful that they were in the dungeons, far from any prying ears. 

Ominis roughly pumped his fingers in and out of her as he continued to bite and suck at various spots on her neck, marks beginning to form on her skin. After a few more moments of Ominis’s delicious assault on her body, he pulled away, which earned him a groan from the girl. 

Ominis let out a dark chuckle. “Oh, don’t worry, we’re not finished yet. Lie down, my darling.”

She did as she was told, lying back on the desk, a tingle coursing through her at his tone. She watched as Ominis removed his trousers and underwear, his hard, leaking cock springing free. She squealed when Ominis roughly grabbed her hips, pulling her down the desk slightly, before he lifted her legs up, lined himself with her entrance, and pushed himself inside.

Ominis’s pace was rough and unforgiving as he worked her to orgasm with each snap of his hips. Two sets of moans bounced off the walls of the classroom while the desk rattled loudly from the force at which it was shaking. Her legs wrapped around Ominis’s back in an attempt to pull him even closer to her as her walls began to tighten around him. She let out a cry of his name as her orgasm hit, her mind going completely blank. Ominis never let up his pace, a cry of her name falling from his own lips only a couple of thrusts later as his orgasm filled her. 

–

The two sat side by side at the desk after they had come down from their high and gotten dressed. They held hands as they sat silently, both of their brains still trying to register what had just transpired between them. 

The girl broke the silence first, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on Ominis’s lips before she spoke. 

“We should probably head back, get ourselves some sleep after the eventful night we’ve had.”

Ominis laughed as he stood up, taking hold of her hand once again as they walked towards the classroom door. But as they approached the door, something caught the girl’s eye, causing her to stop.

“Wait one second.” she said as she approached a small gold chest. Upon opening it, she discovered several gold coins inside. She pocketed the coins and turned back towards Ominis, a smirk on his face. 

“You’re quite the covert little thief, aren’t you? Well done!”

The tone in which Ominis said the words sent another tingle coursing through her. She ignored the ache forming in her due to the roughness at which Ominis had fucked her, as she took a hold of his hand, and sat back on the same desk..

“On second thought, it is still pretty early in the morning. We still have some time to enjoy our privacy down here before we need to head back.” she said with a tone that made it very clear to Ominis what she was suggesting. 

“Oh, well let’s make the most of that time then, shall we?” Ominis said as he repositioned himself back between her legs, roughly kissing her once again.