#Sebastian Stan x Nonbinary Reader

[cevans-is-classic]

Moment Twenty Four

For @xoxoloverb Happy Holidays beautiful!!

18 + only, please. Adult content below, adult language, me using my playlist as inspiration.

Moments with Sebastian

Seb is here and My Masterlist is here!

It’d been raining. That was how your day started, a jog that was cut short by rain that the weather channel promised wouldn't hit until the next day. You stopped inside a cafe to get some water and a muffin and someone bumped into you, knocking you against the door; hard. That’d been easy to get over, but then you stepped on something as you got into the train and it made you slip into someone with bad body odor who stood in front of you the whole time, arm up, just right there — in your face. 

So, yeah, this morning sucked. 

The only thing that had kept you going was knowing you’d be heading to Seb’s place that evening. You’d been spending more and more time at his place, snuggling into his couch, comfort melting you against him at night, the warmth of knowing you were welcome anytime, any day and you’d felt the same freedom with him in your space. 

It was new. 

It made the hard days easier to handle, the night when you couldn’t sleep, couldn’t focus, or needed to be around someone that made you feel safe. 

You loved him. 

The trudge up his stairs was your least favorite moment of going to his place, especially with wet shoes and goosebumps crawling up your arms and down your spine. It was getting colder — you needed to wear warmer jogging gear and, maybe, pay better attention to the weather and not just the news. 

Your shoes squelched as you pulled them off and dropped your socks on them along with your soaking yoga pants. You needed to bring them to the laundry room — finding Seb felt more important; the nerves twisting your stomach leading you through the front room and up the stairs. 

You’d heard the music when you opened the door, a muffled beat, and thudding which had to have been Seb moving around. He listened to music when he cleaned, loud, running through his playlist over and over until he moved on to the next task and swapped the playlist to keep himself going. 

It was enduring.

“-The girls need a break tonight, we’re gonna take the chance to get out on the town we don’t need romance-” He mumbled the next line, bopping his head left to right, his hips twisted as he rearranged the contents on the nightstand, lifting the lamp to wipe it down, “-oh, oh, oh, really wild, yeah, doin’ it in style-” He pulled the comforter back up the bed; you noticed he’d changed the sheet and switched out pillow cases. 

You watched the line of his back, the bunch of muscle when he lifted the duster to his lips as a mic. His wrist flicking, forearms flexing, “Man, I feel like a woman!” 

That had him spinning on the balls of his feet, swinging his hips as he did so. His eyes were closed performing the song, singing along with his whole heart and soul; it was the cutest damn thing you’d ever seen in your whole life. 

Here was a man known for playing the twisted characters, a man who portrayed a tortured soldier, a cannibal, and a greedy cousin and he was singing Shania Twain as loud as he could with a yellow sweeper duster in his hand, hair fluffy and curls flopping over his forehead. When his eyes opened and he watched him break out into a bright smile. 

“Baby!” Seb dropped the duster on the nightstand, and then dashed forward, wrapping his arm around you, spinning you round and round. You couldn’t help laughing, throwing your head back and squeezing your arms around his neck. 

“-Act totally crazy!” He sang, loud, thunderous. The energy rolling off him was contagious. He let you down and bounced around with you to the song. 

“Can you feel it? Come, come, come on baby-” You both shook your heads, hair wild, moving as you shouted out the last line of the song, “-I feel like a woman!” Seb caught you around the middle again, spinning both of you one last time until you landed on the bed and he could bury his face. He was singing the next song against your neck, lips brushing the words of the song into your skin, pulse thundering between you two. 

“Noone else on earth-” Seb ran his hand down your side, fingers shifting and pulling the wet shirt up and off. You shimmied to get your underwear off. His clothes were quick, hitting the floor in time for the music to swell.

“Let's warm you up.” He grinned, blue eyes flashing. 

Your lips only separated when one of you sang along; teeth, tongue, and hands following the rhythm of the music. Seb braced the small of your back to shift both of you further up the bed, his cock nudging your thigh, tongue tracing your collar, your chest, circling your nipple before biting down and making you gasp.

You’d never felt music the way you were feeling it with your nails dragging down Sebastian’s back, over his ass to push him against you, his own fingers digging into your thigh to hold you open — the next song started as he slid into you and your gasp matched the drag of Josh Turner's voice.

“You gotta be careful with a dynamite stick-” Seb huffed a laugh thrusting forward, catching you in a kiss, licking the inside of your mouth, hips fucking up as you dropped and met each other match for match, the music sparked the fire between your bodies. Sweat pooled from his chest, sliding his skin with yours, your hands gripping his ass, heels pressing in as you dropped the kiss with a gasp. 

Seb groaned when you bit at his neck, catching the cord of muscle, feeling him swallow the next moan as you moved your own hips faster — both of you using the other to ratchet the pleasure higher, higher — the music changed; genre and all. 

Both of you laughed, one of your hands moving to grab his chin. “It’s getting hot in here.” 

Seb bared his teeth. “It fucking is.” 

“Bast-” He fucked up hard. You groaned, squeezing his jaw, your point finger slipping past his lips. 

Seb licked your finger, biting the tip. His eyes locked with yours, the burning in your thighs spread, moving down to your feet, stomach tightening. You hooked his jaw with your finger and tugged. Sebastian snapped his hips hard enough that you felt it in your throat, “Make me come, Bast. Please, fuck, fuck come for me, Bast.” 

He picked up speed, one hand holding your thigh tighter around him, the other grabbed your hip to pull you down faster, harder, his mouth fell open tongue slipping under your fingers as you clawed down his back, "Fuck - Bast, yes." 

The last lines of Clumsy played as Sebastian cried out his release, his thighs quivering, head dropping into the crook of your neck. It went quiet for a moment both of your harsh breathing filling the space between songs. You pressed a kiss to his temple and shifted to roll him off you when the next song started and both of you laughed hard enough for Sebastian to knock his head into your jaw. 

“Ah, ow, Seb.” You laughed, shoving him off. 

Sebastian wickedly grinned as he apologized. “You looked angry.”

You nodded, “I was.” 

Sebastian squinted his eyes. “And?” 

“I'm okay. Well, actually” His brow furrowed and mouth dropped to reply, “I got some wet ass pussy over here, Sebastian.” 

He laughed hard enough to run out of breath, both of you dissolving into uncontrollable giggles; any frustration you’d felt when you’d come home disappeared in the sounds of him trying to rap Eminem.

I had another story planned for my good friend, but this inspiration hit me and it felt right to write it for them!!!!!!!

I love you!!!!

@moonlacebeam

[masturbucky]

Hi :D

My name is Daniel or just D, my pronouns are he/they, I'm from Ukraine (russians dni). Spent almost three silent years in tumblr but yeeeaaahhh, as you see it was only a matter of time til I speak on my own shit. I have no idea what I'm doing, by the way. :D

I enjoy dark fics, fun shit, sometimes fluff and of course smut (I'm 20!), there will be like tons of random things. i will do x readers/my OC only. Fem readers, gn readers, transmasc readers.

Will write for characters:

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier (MCU)

Wanda Maximoff (MCU)

Chris Beck (The Martian)

Steve Kemp (Fresh)

Kyle Spencer (AHS)

Denji (Chainsaw Man)

Nick Fowler (The 355)

Frank (Endings/Beginnings)

Dayton White (Logan Lucky)

Joe Goldberg (You)

Love Quinn (You)

Eddie Munson (Stranger Things)

Five Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy)

Silco (Arcane)

Jinx (Arcane)

Keigo Takami/Hawks (BNHA)

Eddie Brock/Venom (MCU)

PLATONIC Tony Stark (MCU)

Din Djarin (Mandalorian)

Donnie (Rottmnt)

Carl Grimes (TWD)

Negan Smith (TWD)

Probably will add more/change with time!

IF YOU HAVE ANY REQUESTS, IT'S ALWAYS OPEN! I do not guarantee that I will write it, but anything that is for mentioned earlier characters and that is not including the things below, I'll take it!

What I WON'T do:

Angst related to cheating

Break-up angst

Death of mentioned characters and/or reader/oc

Anything related to russians or russia in general

transphobia, homophobia, biphobia, racism, xenophobia in any way and shape (except for russophobia, as I mentioned we hate russians there, so I might from time to time remind you that<3)

Probably will add more/change with time!

Send me a request, I'm bored and I'll probably go insane if I wont write something :p

[fatbottombucky]

Guidelines For Requests

Please read:

If you sent a request before I put this out, don’t worry your request will be written- unless I’ve stated otherwise, usually I’ll reply to anons with “I cannot do this request because x” or if you’ve requested off Anon I’ll privately reply and tell you how you can word your request to fit my (untold) guidelines.

A. I have the right to not write requests.

I do not need to state why.

I do not tolerate hate or messages of “are you ever gonna write my request” I have over 15k followers; I have a lot of requests.

Do NOT send me a request that you’ve already sent to 5 other blogs.

I do NOT take birthday requests, you can ask for a request as a birthday celebration but I don’t write requests themed around birthdays

B. I do not accept requests that are just “X-character fluff” or “Y character smut” these will be deleted

I need a prompt to go along with it; it can be a sentence or an AU. “Bucky Barnes fluff with “here take my jacket” or “Tattooist AU!Steve Rogers smut”. It gives me more to work with, requests are for YOU.

I do not go into detail on how reader looks. I make them raceless, no characteristics/ that being said/ I do take requests for different ethnicities (I am Caucasian), trans!reader also. I do not mind characteristics- but usually most of my fics are for everyone

If you want reader to be Ace/ Nonbinary/ Trans please state in request- I’ve written ace!Reader before

If you’d like plus size!reader then simply state that in request, or, chubby!Bucky then also do so (chubby!Bucky is the only one I’m comfortable with right now, but I do love chubby!Thor too)

C. I have few triggers now, so you can request, pretty much, anything and I’ll be fine with it

Dub con/non con, bdsm & smut kinks (daddy kink, choking & whatever you’re into- if it’s something I’m unfamiliar with or uncomfortable with, I’ll inform you)✅

Suicide, self-harm & mental illnesses ✅

Eating Disorders ✅

Warning: Please, realise that when I write any mental illnesses they won’t be fluffy fics. I will not glamorise. I’m in recovery from Bulimia, so it’s a topic I’m passionate about. I see wayyyy too many fics where they heroise Characters for helping the reader, fluff-up mental disorders. That’s not how I roll, baby. If you expect me to fluff self-harm you’ve gotta another thing coming. You’ve been warned.

Incest ❌

Underaged reader/character smut❌

Threesomes: I’m just not comfortable with my capability to write a smut like that❌

D: Characters I will/ will not write for

Any MCU characters: Includes Anyone in Infinity War & Endgame, plus Loki & Spider-Man friends- Mj, Ned & May✅

Supernatural: All characters from every season✅

Riverdale: All characters ✅

Stranger Things: Every season✅

Shadowhunters- Alec will only be written with Male Readers✅

Actors: Sebastian Stan, Chris Evans, Tom Holland & Anthony Mackie✅

You must always state if Reader is Male/Female/Gender Neutral. If you do not put Readers gender preferences in your request it will be GN, or up for my interpretation.

Walking Dead: whilst I write for the fandom, I do not accept requests ❌

Of course, with any free media, it takes some time to work through. The wait is... whenever I feel inspired or motivated by something. I tend to delete really old requests. But I’m trying my hardest to work through all of them.

As it gets closer to seasonal holidays; Any Holiday, whatever you celebrate. Please, send requests for it. I love writing requests that focuses around a holiday, it feels more personal and since these are requests, I do like making them personal- since I do not go into detail how reader looks.

[cevans-is-classic]

Moment Twenty Three

Better late than never. I promise there are more moments half-written — I struggle to write WIPs when I know how long it has been since I've promised them and I deeply apologize!

18+ only, please. Sexual content is below.

Moments with Sebastian

My Masterlist and my Seb list!

Heat, heavy and rutting above you, pinning you into the soft empty beneath that had you gasping and shaking. 

You could feel the ache between your legs, the curl of fingers inside you, and a chuckle huffed against your thigh until the heat seemed to float and spread through your skin. 

“Baby-” The heat left a blush next to your ear, down your jaw, following the line of your neck down, down, down until you sunk further into the soft empty-

“Yes.” You gasped, jerking, fingers curling deep into the dark heat between your legs-

Electricity crackled across your skin, fireworks exploded behind your eyelids as they blinked open and the room swam into view — dark hair tangled in your finger, wetness tonguing at your over-sensitive skin, and when you breathe enough to look down blue eyes worshiped the length of you and melted when your gazes met. 

“Good morning.” Your legs trembled on either side of his head. 

Sebastian’s teeth skimmed your inner thigh, and fingers traced your hips to your torsos over your ribs until he followed the path with his lips and crawled up your body. 

“Did I wake you?” His hips curled and the head of his cock slid along you. The knock of his hand against your knee had your legs circling over his hips.

 Seb’s left hand came down, guiding himself inside you. Both of you groaned, collapsing into one another as he sank in. 

“I fucking hope so.” Each thrust pushed you higher, deeper into your pillow. One rough, sharp snap of his hips had one of your hands coming up to press into the headboard, one going to wrap around his neck and pull him down. 

Your bodies moved, rolled, and came together again and again as a slow, syrupy tension blended you into one another. His lips on your skin made you burst into flames as his body moved with the rhythm ocean during a storm.  

Powerful and all-encompassing. 

“Bast-” His mouth crashed onto yours, clicking your teeth together, his thighs sliding into and beneath yours as an arm came around your waist to pull you onto his lap. The hand that held your leg around his waist now tugged at your hair until he arched your throat.

You groaned, teeth catching your lip as the pain trickled from your scalp down your spine to curl hot through your stomach. Seb’s teeth lined your jaw, and the column of your neck to leave biting bruises on your collar and chest. Gravity pulled you down, helping guide your rhythm over his cock. 

The loose tendrils of sleep hang over your shoulders, leaving you in this balancing act of feeling out of your body and deep inside your body all at once. 

This feeling was addictive.

Nothing else could matter when you could have this. 

What deity blessed you to be allowed this kind of overwhelming, heart-collapsing electricity that charged from his blood to yours with every breath you passed back and forth? A beat came to life in the back of your mind with pulsing lights beneath your skin; are you awake? Is this a dream that buries itself deep into your mind that you aren’t sure if you want to wake up at all? A wall built inside you, brick by brick crafted with Sebastian’s hands and tongue holding you steady as it rose you high. Above and beyond the room you awoke in and the bed you sank into. 

Seb moved, your head falling back as he arched you closer to him guiding you closer, closer, closer — You felt otherworldly when he rained kisses onto your skin, groaned your name into your mouth, and squeezed your back tighter and tighter hips meeting in a growing fire. 

Distantly an alarm rang, blaring out crescendo beats that tangled with the slip and slide of your bodies pushing you to shove at Seb’s chest and press him flat into the mattress. His hands became iron holds on your hips, red, swollen lips singing benediction to the ceiling above you. 

The hazy colors around you swirled and twirled to the sound of alarms and moans. Sebastian growled out, a choked rough sound strangling him as it burst from his chest. He flipped you back over until you were once more pinned beneath him and left a prisoner to the pound of his hips. 

The wall rose. 

Higher. 

Higher. 

Yes.

“Fuck, yes, yes, yes-” The wall came falling down, your body snapped tight and waves crashed over and through you, drowning the cries of your name tumbling past his lips. 

Lazy mingling breath brought you both back down, fingers carding through your hair while you run your nails behind his shoulder blades, up, down, following the beat of his heart until his warm chest dropped onto yours, spit-slick lips brushing your cheek as rolled to the side. 

Your lungs heaved with air, laughter huffing between the two of you. 

“Good fucking morning to me.” You fanned your face and saw Seb shaking with laughter beside you. He rolled back over until he could rest his chin on your forehead and pull you closer to him. 

“Where did that come from?” Not that you are complaining, but damn that was one hell of a wake-up. 

He huffed out, “It’s Wednesday.” 

Your alarm went off again, a loud, piercing sound that made you jump and twist to slam your foot against it until the noise stopped. 

Sebastian was a mess of laughter and shaking. 

“It’s Wednesday?” 

He peeked a blue eye at you. “Yeah, Wednesday.” 

You looked at the clock and saw the bright green number staring back at you and the memory of your early morning meeting came charging forth

“You son of a bitch I didn’t have to wake until eight o’clock!” He was still laughing maniacally as you tried to smother him with a pillow.

@xoxoloverb @wonderbreadbucky @moonlacebeam @bolontiku

[cevans-is-classic]

Reblogging cuz I just rewatched Mamma Mia

Moment Five

Newest Moment for my Moments With Sebastian Series.

1-2-3-4 -6-7-8-9

18+ only please! Warnings: Sexual activity, alcohol and language.

I also listened to the Mamma Mia soundtrack while speed writing this mainly Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! if you want to have a vibe while reading this.

For more head on over to My Masterlist

It had been almost two weeks since the two of you had been in the same time zone, let alone the same country. As luck would have it, Seb was in Greece, you were in Greece; why shouldn’t he meet you at your hotel room with a bottle of tequila and a sunburn?

“Hey,” They’d styled your hair differently, a new tattoo healing on your bicep that Seb traced with the tip of his finger, “What brings you here, stranger?” He tipped you for a kiss, one hand holding your waist as you laughed against his mouth, tasting of strawberries and smelling of sea salt. Seb wanted to lose himself in the moan that rushed past your lips as he licked his way into your mouth.

You pulled away for air, tilting your head back and letting him kiss a line down your throat, “I thought you were filming?” You gasped, voice airy, there was a shimmer of glitter across your collarbone and Seb wanted to lick it away instead he ran his nose along the sheen making you laugh again.

“We have a couple of days off,” He pulled you closer, pressing his chest to yours, and between one breath and the next he took in the background noise filling the hotel room.

“Is that-” He halted, “Is that Abba?”

You grinned — there was golden glitter on your cheeks making the color of your eyes mesmerizing — “It’s the Mamma Mia soundtrack. You're insane if you don’t know I’m going to live my best Mamma Mia life while in Greece, Stan.” With a huff Seb pulled you in for another kiss, nipping and sucking the bottom of your lip as you scrabbled at his naked shoulders, the slight sting from the sunburn making him groan into your mouth.

“Let’s go dancing?” You gasp, hands at his belt tugging him in, “Serra knows this place, very discreet-” His thumb traced the outline of your nipple ring, rolling the bud through the fabric of your shirt.

“Dancing?” You two could dance right here, in this room, without other people pressing into him suffocating the few spare hours he has with you.

“Baby, I’m a little buzzed, you have tequila and the idea of your cock pressed against me on the dance floor as we move to music is driving me insane.” He could see it, the dim lights obscuring everyone around the two of you while the long line of your body pulses against his and — yeah, okay, it sounded pretty damn incredible.

“Okay,” He nuzzles your throat, “Where is this place?”

The look you gave him almost made him stay right there, tear your clothes away and show you how much he’d missed you, but before he could follow through with it you’d grabbed his hand and dragged him from the room.

“Wa-” He had taken his shoes off at the door, hadn’t even left the bottle behind.

“I have my key. Don’t worry.” You kept dragging him down the hall of the hotel until you reached the large double doors at the end. Seb eyed you curiously, arm curled protectively around you as you rapped your knuckles on the door once, twice, three times, then one more time before grinning at him and squeezing his arm.

He raised a brow at you, “Serra knows a place.”

“I told you,” You turned back to the door as it opened, “Very discreet.”

Seb had met a few of your friends, mostly at shoots and once at a very loud dinner, despite that he doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to the assortment of friends you had as a very handsome drag king swings the door open, Their tattooed arm reaching out and dragging the two of you into the cacophony of music and people.

“HONEY!” Serra cried out, wrapping you in a hug and brushing Their glitter beard across your cheek as They bussed a kiss there.

“Hello, darling, I told you I’d be here.” Serra had a wide grin, fake fangs flashing as They winked at Sebastian, “You left immediately after the shoot we were sure you’d disappeared with Prince Charming here. Hi Seb.”

Welcoming a quick hug he squeezes Them tight, “Hey Ser.”

“I’m glad They could convince you to come. The bar is open, everyone is drunk, have fun!” with a wave of Their hand Serra disappeared into the sea of people.

“Dance with me, Sugar.” You prattled, your body already moving to the music.

Seb watched you, opening the bottle in his hand and taking a swig as he moved forward to join. Your eyes lit up with delight, taking the bottle from his hand and drinking it straight, some liquid dripping out of your mouth, and he followed the line of it with his tongue.

Between the tequila and the music, time seemed to slow down, his mind shutting off as the two of you danced together, your forehead pressed to him, one of his arms slung around your waist to keep you mashed together. Seb could practically feel your heartbeat in time with his own. Each time you tipped the bottle to your lips he drank from you until both of you were laughing and stumbling together, the bottle emptying and the music fades.

He couldn’t tell you when you’d made your way back to the room, hands scrambling to rid yourself of clothes, he could hardly think as your lips wrapped around his cock, tongue dragging along the length, fingers pressing into the spot just behind his balls making the room spin. The taste of you when you climbed into his lap made him weak, strawberries, tequila, and him a heady combination that took his breath away, your hand guiding him to your entrance. He knew when the sun rose, morning bringing reality back into your lives, you’d have bruises on your hips from him holding on tight as you rode him.

He missed you desperately when the two of you were away.

He was falling in love with you.

“Bastian.” You moaned throat arched, chest heaving, and Seb couldn’t bite back your name as you pulled him over the edge too.

**

I watched the trailer for Monday a million and one times both before work and on my break so this is the result of THAT. (This was purposefully written to be read like a drunk p.o.v)

I hope you enjoy it!!

[cevans-is-classic]

Moment Twenty One

18+ only, please. Sexual activity, language, and adult disagreement in a relationship.

Moments With Sebastian

My Masterlist and Sebastian Masterlist

In this moment the reader is put into subspace, although it is not mentioned between Seb and Reader. Subspace looks different for everyone and everyone handles it differently. I'm no expert and only write from my own experience and the basic research I have done to understand it.

The squeal makes Seb nuzzle in closer, nose pressing into your jaw, teeth grinning at your neck; elevator reflection has you laughing. The distortion makes your upper half look long and bent while the bottom half morphed into his where your legs were around his waist.

"You smell good." He licked your neck, laughing as you squirmed against him.

"Did you lick me?" You tugged his head back, Seb grinning up at you and panting like a dog. "You're disgusting."

"Not what you were saying this morning." You scoffed, the noise is cut off and turning into a giggle as the elevator stops and he hoists you higher to step out of the car. The hotel room wasn't far, a few feet to the right, but he still stumbled, using the leverage to press you closer into the wall and groan into your neck.

"Come on," You let go, dropping to the floor and shoving at him, "Come on, Bastian, I wanna get my mouth on you.”

His blue eyes rolled, mouth tilting into a smile when the door opened, and you rushed inside. Seb's hands were on you, helping peel your top off, undoing your buttons, and stepping back to let you kick the shorts away.

"Look at you." His hand trailed the length of your leg, mouth following it across the pattern of pink until he reached your inner thigh, nose brushing the daisies and sweet pea tattoo you had there.

"Nuh-uh," He dodged your foot, " My turn. Don't be greedy."

"My bad." Seb stepped back, shucking his pants to let your knee crawl towards him, kissing his hip, licking the line that disappears beneath his briefs. Seb shuddered as your teeth skimmed the vein, fingers dipping beneath the band and pulling them down.

A buzzing drags your attention away, looking down at your shorts where your phone is buzzing against the nightstand.

"It's okay." You turn back to him, reaching to grab at his ass, and pull him towards you.

"Ringing again." You sigh, resting your forehead on his stomach with a huff.

"It looks like Lumi-"

"-of course, it is." Seb sits down when you move to grab the phone, rubbing his hand across his cock and sighing into the touch. You narrow your eyes at him, smacking his hand away when you answer the call.

"Hey, everything okay we're-"

"Beth got into an accident." There was music behind Lumi, Fera's voice shouting over it.

"What?" Seb lifted with you, eye wide as you turn the phone up to hear your friend better.

"Beth got into an accident. She's okay, but the car is totaled and she's stuck at the hospital — I am, be patient — Fera is stuck on a back piece and we have three furious and impatient people who refuse to reschedule. Babe, I know you and The Romanian are doing the couple’s weekend thing but we need a piercer. Just three people. I swear." There was more yelling from Fera in the background.

You dropped your head into your hand, listening to your friends yell at the deep voice shouting about dragging their asses through the mud. The strings in your chest pull tight, anxiety coursing through your body at the thought of the fledgling shop getting negative reviews and being reevaluated.

Seb nudged your shoulder. "What's up?"

"Let me talk to Seb and I'll message you, okay? Tell the assholes you'll cover their appointment fee." Lumi thanked you over and over until you hung up the phone and looked over at your partner.

"Are you serious?" The annoyance in his voice sliced through you. Seb dropped back, hands covering his face. The huff of air he let out was teeming with anger.

You scrunch your face at him. "I know you heard that and you also know that the shop hasn't made it past its fifth-year mark. They need the traffic." He flashed you a look before standing off the bed and walking into the bathroom.

"It'll be two hours, tops." You stand up yourself, feeling exposed and torn apart. Seb slammed the bathroom door, causing you to startle. Your shorts and shirt were near the nightstand and your shoes were shoved under the bed.

"If I would have answered a call, you'd be pitching a fit right now." He yelled through the bathroom door, opening it and leaning against the doorjamb. He put a shirt on, arms crossed over his chest and the short haircut made the anger across his face more fierce than you'd seen before.

This isn't the first time you two had had words with each other, but the sudden rashness of his anger stunned you.

"Feige called me during our date last month and the first thing you did was ask if I had to leave already. Didn't even let me explain what the call was about-"

"Oh my God, Sebastian, I asked if you were going to need to call him back. When you did, I settled the bill and waited outside for you because we were leaving."

He threw his hands up. "You're the one who wanted this fucking weekend out, anyway. I said to stay home, and you wanted to go to a hotel."

You finished tying your shoe and stood up. "Stan, you're drunk. I'm not having this arguement with you right now."

Seb laughed, hard and cruel, "Of course, you're not."

Your hand stopped on the door handle. "You've left a lot more than I have for your job, Sebastian."

"This isn't even your job." He raised his voice, moving towards the bed, "But sure leave, like I said, you wanted the hotel room, anyway. Not me."

"Are you leaving?" Your body was icy.

The way he turned his back to you made your skin crawl, tears pricking your eyes when he reached for his bag. His reaction wasn't uncommon. Both of you have had moments of anger from being interrupted, but the burst of anger that came from him wasn't normal.

Seb would talk about it with you — nod and understand when you said you'd be back. This isn't even the first time you've left for a piercing before.

"What does it look like?" He didn't look at you, he riffled through his bag.

You bite your tongue, taking a deep breath. "I will not apologize for helping a friend."

When Wes offered to house you — even after Lumi and he stopped sleeping together — when you could turn in your scrubs and start the path to what you wanted; piercing had been that leap. The classes hadn't been cheap; the work hadn't been easy; it became another way to make money that wasn't breaking your back.

Seb's shoulders tensed. He squeezed the bag, ignoring you. When the door closed, the tears came all at once, burning your eyes and clogging your nose.

Yeah, the hotel had been your idea, but the weekend had been Seb's.

You cleared your schedule for this, asked to only be contacted in an emergency and sure most people wouldn't see this as an emergency, but this was what you did before Serra got your image out there — before people started picking up your name and wanting you.

You waved down a taxi, slid inside, and texted Lumi, ignoring the feeling that each step you made was pushing Seb away.

-

The three assholes — two pissed-off dudes who said they came all the way out here for a damn piercing in New York City for fuck’s sake —walked away with pierced nipples and a dermal; both of them huffed even as you paid back their deposit and replaced the cash with your own money. The last one was nicer, Their ears red as They apologized for Their friends. This was a gift for Them, and as you nestled the nose ring into place They swore their friends were nice people.

Lumi knew right away something was off, but you didn't have the heart nor the stomach to say anything. Using the piercings as an excuse to slide into a professional mindset — when the gloves snapped off when you wiped down the equipment, tossed everything out, and heard the jangle of the shop's bell overhead — that was when you turned to your friend and told them what happened.

Lumi sucked on their cigarette, "The Romanian loves you." The cherry lit up, the night sky growing darker with each puff of smoke They let out. "He might have been stressed, and the drinks didn't help."

You shuffle, "I'm hoping."

The cigarette dropped, Their boot squishing it out, "Look, that man takes allergy pills to spend time with you. He listens to you talk about Evans as if he hung the moon and hasn't batted an eye at the assortment of people you have wheeling through your life. He's here to stay. You both are. This was — bad timing with destructive emotions."

Another shuffle followed by a nod. "I'm gonna walk. The hotel isn't far away, and I don't want to go home right now."

Lumi nodded, "Call me. I only have one more appointment. If you need me, I'll be there, okay?" You hug your friend, bringing Them in close and squeezing Them tight.

The walk wasn't far. That part had been true, but each step felt heavy, your stomach somersaulting as you thought about sleeping in the bed alone. Your apartment wouldn't be any better, the cats would help, but the picture you'd posted up of you two in Greece would be torture to look at.

"Take your meds." You mumble to yourself as you lumber down the sidewalk. It's been three years, three fucking years, and somehow you still thought of everything as temporary. There were days when you believed none of this was real and Seb was a fantasy you made up. One day you'd blink, and you'd be back south in a shitty apartment with Lumi trying to work your asses off for little pay and even less recognition.

Moments like this, with the anxiety edging into your chest, you wished you smoked. The idea of something keeping your mind busy besides the feel of your feet hitting the pavement.

It wouldn't help even if you did.

You'd still chew at your lip, making it bleed as you come up to the hotel and move through the lobby. Fuck, you messed up. You hadn't been lying. There will be no apology for helping your friends, but you could have waited. Tell Seb you were sorry and maybe ask him to come along, anything to make the way he looked at you go away.

You smacked the key card against your leg and shook your head before swiping it and pushing the door open.

You stopped.

Seb was sitting on the edge of the bed, head in his hands, phone in his lap, and he was talking to — it had to be his mom. You couldn't understand everything they were saying, only a few words you've learned over the years. His mom sounded calm, affirming him of something as Seb shook his head and kept backtracking over his words.

"Mama," He cut her off in English, "I hadn't even asked."

You knocked on the door, startling him, his eyes widening as he shot off the bed. "I have to go. I love you."

He sat the phone down, wiping his hands off his shorts, hands coming up. "I'm sorry."

You closed the door.

"I was being an ass. You didn't deserve that. Lumi called, you helped a friend. You're an amazing person and not everyone would-" You wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your face in the crook. Seb wrapped his own arms around you, one hand coming up to cup the back of your head as the other held you closer. Your face was feverish with tears, body shaking with relief that he was here, that he stayed and you didn't fuck up.

"I love you." You choked out, "I love you and I should have discussed it with you. I'm sorry, you didn't deserve that." Seb shushed you, moving to grab your thigh and lift you as he sat down on the bed.

The position wrapped your whole body around him. He brought his hands up to smooth your hair, tilting your head back to look at you. "First, your lips are always way too attractive when you cry. Stop it." A shuddery laugh escaped. "Second, I was being an absolute ass. I —" Seb stopped, taking a breath, "It's not an excuse, it's not a reason — Baby, I-" His breath shuddered, his eyes were red, and you leaned forward to kiss him, pressing your mouth to his and holding him close until you felt him relax against you.

"I shouldn't have had anything to drink earlier," He kissed you again, lingering, licking at your bottom lip and smiling when you let a small sound slip out, "first I told myself it was for courage and then it was for the nerves. I'm not even sure why I had them, but I — I wanted to ask if you'd move in with me and let me say that I had a whole thing planned."

Seb watched you, his own lip bitten red as he waited, "You drank to ask me to move in with you?"

Seb blinked.

"Sebastian." You shook your head, holding your hands up and pushing at his chest until the man fell back onto the bed, "You told me you loved me over a phone call. Met my parents and talked my brother-in-law into his proverbial grave. You befriended a cat who was set on hating you. Hell, you watch me literally trip over my own two feet because Chris Evans said hi to me at a birthday party, and this — moving in with you — is what wrecked your nerves bad enough that you drink and threw a tantrum?" Your hands came down on his chest, digging into the blue fabric beneath them. His eyes cut to your hold, mouth open but you shushed him, "You infuriating," You dug your nails in, Seb hissed at the pinpoints of pain, "Over-grown," the shirt slid up when you tugged at it, Seb groaned when your nail got at his skin, mouth tightening as he hissed inward. His eyes darkened, cock hardening beneath you, "Man-child." Seb gasped as you dropped to catch his mouth with yours. Teeth and spit. Cursing when your split lip hit your teeth, but nothing was going to pull you away from him.

He wants you to move in with him.

Seb groans, gripping your hips and tugging at your shirt until he skirts his fingers over your ribs, across your chest to catch your nipple on the callus of his thumb.

You gasp, jerk from the spike of arousal that shoots down your spine, Seb doesn't hesitate to move until he can get his mouth on you, the shirt being tossed over his shoulder, one hand reaching for your other nipple while the other palms at your ass, grinding you over his cock.

"Bastian-" He groans, teeth nipping at you making you jerk against him. Heat spreads up from your thighs, settling heavily in your core and stomach, making you frantic to feel him everywhere. All of him.

"Come on." Your voice is needy, a whine hitching in your throat and Seb gets with the program quick helping move you to get your bottoms off and slide his briefs down his legs.

He reached for your hands, sliding across your thighs, and a moment of dread settled over you as he smiled at you, licking his lips and pulling your knee up.

"Wait-" Seb stopped, hands coming off you.

"What's wrong? Are you-" You slid off the bed and onto your knees before he could finish the sentence his cock heavy on your tongue and the mattress jumped when Seb plopped down. His chest was heaving, mouth open and chin tilted up as he squeezed the mattress.

"Holy shit." You had to pull back to lick him up and down, pooling spit in your mouth until you could slide him in and out with ease. Seb was responsive. He shivered when you rolled the foreskin back and licked his head across the nerves underneath it and he always let out a high whine when you took him into the back of your throat.

You told him he had the best dick to swallow, and he'd laughed, winked at you, and said thanks for letting him know what you thought of his size. That hadn't been what you meant.

It was how good he felt on your tongue, how heavy he was in your mouth, the way he responded to you, and even the roll of his hips pushing the length of him down your throat. Tasting him was a heady thing and fuck it was amazing.

"Babe." He carded his hands through your hair. The length of it didn't allow for much, but Seb loved when he could. "How are you this amazing?" You moved closer, pulled back for a breath to look up at him before releasing the tension in your shoulders and opening your jaw as wide as you can. His cock settled deeper, slow, hitting your throat when you shifted until you could feel him where you wanted. When tears pricked at your eyes, you looked up at him, the amazement reddening his face, his tongue licking his lips as he tilted his head.

You squeezed his calf, knee bumping his foot, and there was a single moment where Seb looked like he was going to cry himself before he blinked and nodded.

"I don't want to come this way." He breathed, "I'll tell you when." You trusted him. Every part of you did.

The first thrust was careful, making sure you were comfortable the way he's always done. He would press his thumb into your jaw, feel the outline of himself in your neck then speed up; using you.

It was mind-shattering.

Seb loved to grab your thighs and hold you down until you were begging for it until you were grabbing his hair and riding his face. It wasn't any different for you. He took care of you in more ways than one. Despite all the odds, you two had made it three years and Seb had asked you to move in. He wanted you there.

You loved him more than you could explain. The feeling bubbling in your chest, bursting forth with the tears that leaked from your eyes as Seb fucked your throat and told you how perfect you were over and over.

Your whole body shook with it.

"Babe-" He pulled back, careful, letting you feel him slide out of your throat, "Baby. Come here, please." The sight of him, red, swollen, spit-soaked, and hard brought attention to the ache between your own legs. Your mind was fuzzy, body loose and warm as Seb pulled you up and helped you climb into his lap.

"Bastian-"

"I know." He kissed you, feeling your slick with his fingers, two sliding in as his thumb pressed against you, "Damn." Seb caught your gasp with a kiss, breathing you in, his nose brushing yours as he held your leg around his waist and moved you onto his back.

A third finger, thumb pressing down harder until you twitched from the pressure, "It will never stop amazing me how incredible you are." You were nodding, looking at him as he looked at you, your lips brushing as he spoke. "I love you." His eyes were dark. "Ready?"

Your whole body was buzzing. Seb's eyes were all you could see and when he pressed into you, the blunt head soaked with your spit sliding in it knocked the air out of your lungs. His mouth followed you as you gasp, teeth skimming your chin. Your eyes rolled, nails clawing across his shoulder and Seb moved without thought. Your hips rolling with his, his fingers digging into your thigh until the pain of it meshed with the heady pleasure of having him — everywhere.

"Yes-" You cried, "Yes, yes, fuck, please — Bastian, please." Seb moved his hand between the two of you, but the action wasn't what you needed. You grabbed it, moved it back, looked at him when he locked his fingers with yours and held them over your head. His hair brushed you, the friction against your swollen clit was excruciating sending Shockwaves up and down your spine as he fucked into you.

"Are you going to come?" He squeezed your hand. "Come on my cock, Baby." You felt him lift your leg further, your heel pressing into his back as he sped up, driving in deeper pushing gasps of air out of you.

"Bastian."

"Fuck yes," Seb pressed his forehead into yours, your breath mingling, stealing your air as you stole him until your head spun.

"I'll move in." Seb's eyes widened, hips thrusting in rougher than before and the band in your belly snapped, sending you careening into a hazy, mind-blowing orgasm. Your ears rang as waves rushed over your body and dragged you through it all. The point of his body meeting yours felt electric as Seb cried out with his own release. His hips jerked, knee pressing into your thigh, keeping you anchored until you could blink away the clouds.

Both of you stayed there. Neither moving except for your fingers over his shoulder blades and Seb's nose moving back and forth across your collar bone. It was calming. Grounding.

Cold, though.

"Did you mean it?" He sounded small, curled around you with his heart out.

You nodded, "Yeah." There would need to be discussions, conversations about where your stuff would go, about your cats. You worked hard for your place and you weren't fully prepared to give it up but they could turn your room into an office. A little getaway when you need it.

"You're my world." He whispered, the Romanian falling from his lips and he'd taught you the phrase on your second anniversary, and hearing it never failed to make your chest swell.

"Let me clean you up, okay? Get you some water too." You nodded and watched him move from the bed.

Seb wants you to live with him. You smile.

I wrote this in one shift all because I had an idea of only child Sebastian not handling nerves well especially when alcohol is involved

@moonlacebeam

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Moment Twenty

18+ only, please. No real warnings. There are curse words and a mention of sexual activity but otherwise, it's fluff.

This feels long overdue, but here you are my dears. If you want to feel the flow of it the way I did listen to Banana Pancakes by Jack Johnson.

Want to know where to begin? Moments with Sebastian

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and plain old Seb is here.

The splatter of rain against the window woke him, his eyes opening, taking in the gray sky outside the window. He watched the rain hit the glass, racing raindrops, the curtain fluttering from the vents. Seb stretched out, arms popping, knees cracking as a calm settled in his chest. The faint smell of breakfast drew him from the bed.

Jedi watched him as he moved from the bedroom towards the kitchen, her tail whipping him when he steps close to the feline. Seb grins down at her, listening to you hum from the kitchen, the sound of rain working as background music.

“Morning.” He wrapped an arm around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder to look down at the bowl of fruit.

“Did you finish the laundry?” You’d bitched about it all the way until he dragged you to bed, silencing you with a rather effective kiss and sleight of hand.

You hum, “I think Lumi did it when they got in last night.” finger curl around the knife, slicing an apple, letting the pieces fall into the bowl. “You’re warm.”

He waits, letting you rest your head against his for a breath. “How long have you been up?”

“Two hours. Wes woke me up after leaving. I figured I’d get some breakfast started — you hardly got any sleep last night.” He kisses your shoulder, letting his lips linger, feeling your arm move beneath him. There were pancakes set aside, stacked on a plate, and sitting on the stove. Your cutting board slid back into the toaster as you mixed the fruit in the bowl. He watched you, watched your fingers lift a strawberry towards him. He licked the sweetness off you as he swallowed the berry, hugging you tighter.

“It’s raining.”

You nod, “I noticed.”

He bites your shoulder, causing you to yelp and reach back to smack him. “You’re an ass.”

“Yeah.” Seb waggles his eyebrows at you. “But so far you’ve had no complaints.”

You glare, your lips tilting into a smile, “The moment I’m able I’ll file an official one.” You move to kiss his forehead, Seb closes his eyes until you pull back and smile back at you. “Want to start a movie? I’ll heat the pancakes.”

He nods, kissing your cheek and squeezing you once more before letting go and heading towards the living room. Your roommates mounted the television off-center to allow for the odd shape of the room, the shelves on either side of it stacked high with rows of movies, c.d., and records. Seb peruses through the different shelves, going back between the animated movies and a few comedies catching names of titles he can’t recall if he’s watched until he finds a nineties movie he knows both of you enjoy. By the time he turns around to sit down, you’ve settled two plates of pancakes and the bowl of fruit between two cups of coffee and some syrup.

“What’s the verdict?” You pop a blueberry and Seb chases the taste.

It feels wonderfully domestic — calming, even. Watching a movie, enjoying breakfast while it rains outside. A cocoon of warmth surrounds the two of you, blocking out the world. You tangle yourself in Seb’s arms as one movie becomes two and two movies becomes three; both of you lazily kissing, nuzzling into each other, and holding one another close, enjoying the feeling. He loves the way you nip at his nose, nudging your forehead against his until he shifts and rolls to let the both of you lay down on the couch, your head resting on his chest, his arm tucked against the cushion behind you.

He can grow used to this.

These hidden moments with you.

Your laughter is contagious, your smile breathtaking, the rain pelting down seeming to form a sort of shield around the apartment and the rest of New York. There could be more days like this, Seb thinks, kissing you again as you finish a string of commentary about the character on the screen. Seb could make lunch for you, kiss you good morning, settle down with you after long, hard days and wrap himself around you over and over. There can be more pancakes, more movies, more times where the only two people who matter are you and him.

When you drift off, head-heavy on his chest, fingers curled into his shirt, he looks down at you and sighs. It’s a Tuesday, it’s raining outside and Seb wants nothing more than for this day to end. He feels like a broken record — thinking of when he has to leave next when you’re busy next, whether the two of you will be in the same country, let alone the same state at the same time. It makes him tired. Drives him mad. Seb wouldn’t trade his job for any other in the world, but he wishes you’d both be able to see one another more often. With fewer people around. More time that isn’t interrupted.

“I can feel you thinking.” You muse.

He traces your wrist. “Can you, or are you staring at me?” Both of you look up and down, smile dressing your lips, and Seb pulls you into a kiss, wrapping his arms around you to hold you as close as he can.

“Feels nice to have nothing to do — for once.” You breathe into his neck.

He huffs out a laugh, running a nail over the tattoo on your hip, “I’m all for becoming a hermit.”

“You’d grow bored ten minutes in. I’d be halfway to the bathroom, and you’d be on the phone with your agent.” The bark of laughter draws him forward, your own laugh being snuffed out by his chest as you press your face into his shirt.

“You’re not any better.” He reaches out for a slice of apple. “You had three where you had nothing to do a week ago and ended up spending the entire time at Serra’s office running shoot ideas.” You rolled your eyes towards the ceiling, stealing the apple slice from him. He was right, and you knew it. Seb had called a little after lunch to see if you’d like to get something to eat and had been told in a dazed voice that you were busy.

“That was important.” Another apple slice swiped from his hand. He looked at you, your teeth sinking into the fruit before he leaned forward and bit the other end. Your eyes widened comically head shaking to pull back from him taking your half the apple as he caught his.

“Animal.” You gasp.

Seb grins, “Stop stealing my fruit.”

“Stop having fruit to steal.” Your leg kicks out when he digs his fingers into your hips, back-arching, left knee connecting with his out with a crack.

“Thief.” He accuses, digging in harder until you squeal, squirming beneath him, knocking the table with your right leg, and jostling the remotes until they hit the floor. The sound caused both of you to pause, look down at the plastic objects, then back at each other to proceed forward in the tickle onslaught.

You’d pulled yourself onto the arm of the couch and dropped backward off it, Seb reaching for you out of shock, shaken from the moment when you jumped up and dash towards the bedroom sock feet sliding you across the floor, “You can’t hide!” He chased after you, stumbling at first and hearing your cackle of laughter. His face hurts from smiling, his heart full of happiness.

He can’t believe it’s a Tuesday, and he has all the time in the world to be with you.

I want to thank everyone for being patient. I am nowhere near done with Moments I just haven't had a lot of inspiration in the Sebastian area recently. Once I get caught up on my current WIP I will be opening my requests once more!

@moonlacebeam @bucky-soldat

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The only two working lines for my sebastian birthday moment that an anon asked for is that I have written are, and I quote myself, "Hey, Babe, you're old, right?"

Seb turned his head, slow with a blink as if he was processing what you said to him, "Hey, Babe, you're an asshole, right?"

That's it. That's what my brain has allowed me to produce

[cevans-is-classic]

I'm editing my next Moment (Moments With Sebastian) and I felt the need to add a pre post warning ⚠️

Reader is Nonbinary (at least the way I write it. If you read it another way that's okay!!) And the next moment will focus on Readers family and its not all — fluff.

I myself am nonbinary and I want to extend a hand to other LGBTQ+ babies out there who ever need a friend or an ear. I'm not great. Sometimes I forget to respond but if you ever need someone I'll do my best!

[cevans-is-classic]

Moment Four

Moments With Sebastian Series - 

1 - 2 - 3- 5 - 6 -7 -8-9

18+ Only please, language, being sick, I feel like shit and wrote this. That’s my warning. 

I hope you enjoy! Find more over at My Masterlist

You felt like paper, fragile, empty and one strong breeze away from disappearing. Your shoulders ached, skin sensitive, and every time you shifted, you wanted to rip your skin off. It was was a bug, a cold, something that’ll pass in twenty-four hours, but right now you felt as if your body was being weighed down with wet sand. 

“Your fever has gone up.” Seb whispered, his wrist held to your forehead and the touchless thermometer hovering in front of your face. 

“Have you checked your own temp?” Another chill rocked your body. 

Seb tucked the thin blanket over your shoulders, making you groan, “It broke a few hours ago. I’m down to a safe 98 now.”

Peeking out from beneath the blanket you glared, “Congratulations, fuck off.” 

“I’m going to get you some medicine, take it this time with the crackers you stubborn human.” He had room to talk. He wouldn’t budge off the couch when his temperature flared over a hundred and one, groaning every time his feet bumped the arm of the sofa and when you checked him over. 

The door clicked as he opened it, his footsteps fading away, letting you drift back into an empty sleep that weighed you down. Is it possible to be both an empty paper bag and a sodden towel? When a cool hand touches your bare shoulder you flinch away, burying further down in the blankets, trying to gather warmth where you could. 

“Come one, Babe, swallow some of this and then you can go back to sleep.” With great effort you rolled back over groggily looking up at Sebastian’s blue eyes, his brows furrowed, mouth twisted in concern as he held out the medicine cup to you. 

Trying to muster up a smile, you took it, biting back the urge to gag as the sickly sticky taste hit your tongue and gulped it down. Seb let out a breath, his face smoothing out as you took the crackers he handed to you and chewed them slowly following each bite when a small sip of water. 

“Do you have to leave?” Your chest was burning, the sides of your stomach hurt as your shirt brushed across your skin and you knew you were sweaty and damp, but all you wanted was to lie down with him and hold on forever; tears welled up in your eyes. 

Seb shook his head, “I’m all yours, Babe, let me get you a cool rag and then we can try to nap, okay?” 

You nodded, blinking away the tears that threatened to fall, thankful for Seb’s retreating form as he walked out of the room again. Both of you had been busy with work video chats and quick rushed lunches the only time you could actually see each other for the last week or so and the first chance you got to spend time together you got him sick. 

Well, Seb swears it wasn’t you, that he hadn’t felt good either since the dinner you two had the day before he came over, but this felt like your fault. 

You wanted to make him happy, not disease ridden for fuck’s sake. 

“Here.” A cool rag touched your forehead making you wince but sigh in relief. 

“You are amazing.” His hand was wet, cool to the touch as you touched where his fingers held the rag. 

Seb smiled, “Scoot over, I’m climbing in.” He was warm, his own naked torso slightly damp which backed up his story of a breaking fever and as he settled beside you, tugging you over until he had you draped across his chest, his own chin holding the rag to your forehead another wave of guilt wracked through you. 

“I’m so sorry,” You whispered, low, feeling his heart beating beneath you. 

“How do you know I didn’t get you sick, huh?” 

“Because I am a sickly being who should probably start taking vitamins.” Seb chuckled, followed by a wet cough that made you flinch. 

“Sorry to break it to you, Sweetheart, but I’m human too and being sick isn’t new to me.” Sighing you snuggled closer, gripping his side as hard as you could until Seb sighed beneath you, “It wasn’t your fault even you got me sick. Germs spread. It happens. I still find you very attractive and have no desire to run for the hills — yet.” 

You pinch his side making his jump and laugh, “Get some sleep, okay? You should feel better and when we wake up, we can try to shower some of this off, yeah.” 

“I guess.” 

“Good,” He kisses your hair, pulling the cloth away and throwing it in the hamper's direction, “Sleep Patient Zero, I’ll be here when you wake.”

**

We got our second shot today and I feel horrible this will be all I’m posting for the next for days. 

Be safe!

[cevans-is-classic]

Moment Three

Moments With Sebastian Series- 1 and 2 

4-5-6-7-8-9

18+ Only please!! Sexual content, language, alcohol, stranger kink. 

As always more can be found at My Masterlist I hope you enjoy! reblogs and requests welcome!!!

He watched Them over the rim of his glass, pointer finger brushing his mustache with every sip trying to hide the smile curving his mouth. Their legs were long, slender, one hooked around the leg of the stool while the other was tilting the stool backwards, bare toes pressing into the wood of the bar. He could see the sunset past Their shoulder and it seemed to highlight Their entire being, making the smile burst to life as They threw Their head back in laughter. 

The alcohol settled deep in his gut alongside the pooling heat. Taking one last gulp, he sat the cup down next to him, making his way past pressing bodies and couples trying to become one person. If he could slide his hands across their skin and feel the smoothness, he’d know they were real. Between his table and the bar, Sebastian could imagine their entire life together, from the first kiss all the way to the imaginary grey in their hair that he’d run his gnarled fingers through.

They turned away as he reached the bar, speaking low to the person next to Them. Sebastian waited, tapped his fingers on the bar top, catching the attention of the bartender who slid another whiskey his way, “Thank you.” He called out causing Their head to turn his way with a smile ghosting Their lips. 

Sebastian took a breath in, “Keeping balance?” 

They turned towards him fully, one eyebrow quirked up, “Excuse me.”

Sebastian motioned towards the tilted legs of the stool, “Balance.” 

“Not a hard thing to do.” The tilt of Their head mesmerized him. 

Sebastian took a drink, slowly, keeping Their eyes on him as he swallowed the burning whiskey down. He watches the way They follow the line of his neck, cutting to his lips as the glass is sat back down on the bar top, “Hello.” 

They grin, “Hello.” 

“You don’t look like you come here that often.” 

“I don’t think that’s how the line goes,” They laugh, eyes crinkling, head thrown back and he wants to lick the line of Their throat, “I’ll bite though. I actually don’t.” 

Seb leans closer, “What brings you in tonight?” 

Something dark flashes in Their eyes, hot and filled with want, “Adventure.” 

He bites his tongue, running his hand over the edge of the bar, “What kind of adventure?” 

He felt Their foot on his calf before he realized They’d turned towards him, their bare toes skimming his ankle, up his calf and then back down again. Seb reaches for the glass of whiskey, needing to feel the burn down his throat again to match the fire pooling in his belly. Their toes stay on his ankle, one elbow propped up on the bar top, fingers holding Their head up and Seb can imagine unbuttoning Their shirt, pulling it open and following the length of metal he sees dangling against Their chest. 

“Are you from here?” They shake Their head, finger falling to Their mouth and he watches Them catch it between Their teeth. 

“Are you?” Their voice dropped, eyes going dark again and Seb could hardly breathe with how badly he wants to bury himself between the tan skin of Their thighs. 

“Si-uh-since I was twelve, yeah.” They smiled, eyes softening. 

“We could-” Seb shook his head, bringing the glass up and taking another swig, letting it linger on his lips to watch the way They follow his movements. 

They bit Their lip, nodded once, then tilted Their body back and levelled him with another smile, “What brings you here tonight?” Both Their legs were now between him, the toes of Their left foot still pressed to his ankle, but now the smooth skin of Their knee was leaning on his own knee, warmth radiated from Them. Sliding the glass away, Seb places two of his fingers along the bone of Their knee, following a white scar up to Their mid thigh, light, barely there if and if you didn’t look you wouldn’t see it. 

They pressed Their toes harder against his ankle, “Just passing the time.” 

“I can think of a few things to do that will pass time,” They slid forward, causing Sebastian’s hand to touch the hem of Their shorts. Smooth thighs, black ink peeking just below the stitching of Their shorts and Seb — he--

“Dammit.” He squeezed your thigh, dropping his forehead against your shoulder and he could feel you laughing. 

“You hardly lasted an hour, Bastian.” 

“I started thinking about this,” He traced the ink under your shorts knowing what the words say and how high up the flowers go, “It’s very distracting.”

“You’re fucking distracting with that damn whiskey glass.” 

“Tea, actually.” Another huffing laugh and Seb turned his head, nipping at your neck, “Let’s go home.” 

“Seb-” You moan, low, thigh tightening and catching his hand between them encasing it. 

“I’ll pay the bill,” He kisses your neck again, toying with the line of your shorts, “You go hail a cab.” 

*

The apartment door banged against the wall as Seb flung it open, one hand holding your body against his while the other struggled to pull the keys out and re-close the door, “let go for a second.” You laugh into his mouth, wrangling out of his grip to make it easier. Seb groaned, but let you close the door behind him and lock it back before he gripped your hips and tugged you back against him. 

“If we were two strangers who met at a bar,” You snort, “What would we do after we get back here, hmm?” 

“Well,” you tilted your head back to rest on his shoulder kissing his, teeth scraping the stubble along his jaw enough to make him groan and grind his erection into your ass, “I say you could hardly wait to get me out of these clothes-” 

“Of course-” 

“So much so that you hardly get my shorts down before you’re fucking me against the door.” Seb groaned, squeezing your hips tight enough to make you fidget before he spun you around, catching your mouth in a kiss and working at undoing your shorts. In a flurry of broken moans and teeth clashing kisses, both of you got your pants off, Seb discarding your shirt and rolling his eyes back when he realized you were bare chested beneath it. 

“Fuck me,” He rolls one of your nipple between his fingers. 

“Trying here.” Seb pinches harder, forcing himself to back a jerk of his hips when you arch into the touch. Your hands were on him the moment he let go, making his blood run hot as your fingers slid his briefs down his thighs and wrapped around his cock. 

“God dammit.” His head falls forward landing hard on your shoulder making both of you stumble back into the door, “Shit, sorry, are you okay?”

With a breathy laugh you nod at him one hand still tight around him while the other works the briefs down further, “Bast,” The way you moan his name makes his toes curl, thighs shake with the effort not to thrust into your fist, “Touch me.” 

“Touch you where, Hun?” He nips at your neck, kicking away the briefs as they drop to his feet, “We barely know each other, remember? I need direction.” 

Your shoulder hits his with a bratty pout before you grab his hand and slide his fingers along your pussy letting him part you and groan as his fingers slide inside, “Fuck, Baby.” He bites your neck again, kissing down your collarbone to take a nipple into his mouth as he corkscrews his fingers inside, stretching and tugging at you until you were grinding down into his hand, “You’re so fucking wet.” 

“Bastian-” 

“I know, I know.” Pulling away he catches you in a kiss, grabbing one leg and wrapping it around his waist using his other hand to help lift you up as he feels your hand guide his cock inside you. 

“Fucking, yes.” Looking up at you once he waits until you nod then starts fucking you, feeling you tighten and shiver around him with each slide of his cock. Harsh pants filled the apartment, Seb groaning into your mouth with each downward snap of your hips, your teeth caught his bottom lip tugging until he tasted blood along the tip of his tongue and his mind went fuzzy falling into the haze of you, Your nails digging at his shoulders, his fingers wrapping bruises around your hip and he was losing it, thighs quivering, mind reeling both of you breathing each other in and out in a dizzying rush. When he felt his orgasm build he cursed, pulling you away from the door to lay you on the floor, lifting your legs over his shoulder to fuck into you properly until you threw your head back and cried out. 

“Ba-Bas-fuck yes.” The feeling of you squeezing around him rushed him forward, his hand catching him in time not to head butt you as he came. 

“Fuck,” He groans, pulling out slowly and rolling off of you, his hand staying on your thigh if only to feel the way it shook beneath his palm. 

“Holy shit.” You laugh. 

“Yeah?” 

“Phenomenal job, Stan, A plus work really.” 

“That’s the orgasm speaking. Let’s get you cleaned up before you critique my work.” With a thumbs up you roll over until you were resting on his chest, he felt your lips kiss him softly. 

“Happy Anniversary, dear.” 

**

Note: None of these are in order but they are all the same “reader” with Seb! 

As always my characters are Nonbinary unless other wise said!

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Moment Nineteen

It's been a while, but I have been a bit busy. I'm hoping to start getting back into a rhythm with my writing so welcome to a short Moment for Moments With Sebastian

18+ only, please. No real warnings except for angst and language

Request are open, patience, please.

More Seb can be found Here (Link to be updated)

More works may be found here

<<< Moment Eighteen

Your heart is pounding in your chest, breath coming in fast, the burn in your muscles increasing as your legs pump faster and faster with every slam of your feet on the pavement. It was getting cold. The bite of the air burned your cheeks and every few swipes of your tongue felt frigid the longer you ran.

The irritation you woke up with was disappearing, adrenaline from the run, pushing your body and driving your mind into a better place instead of the warped one you’d started the day with. It’d be about two weeks since Seb had left for filming and by the second day of the second week you were ready to snap.

Instagram tags.

Twitter posts.

Messages.

Emails.

Every time you did anything, the article of Sebastian walking hand in hand with another person flashed in your face. At the last photoshoot you did something you could use to escape. One of the newer models had run her mouth without thinking about who was around.

Serra had stood up for you, their fingers snapping at her quicker than their camera ever could.

“Darling,” You’d put a hand on your friend’s shoulder, “Hey, it’s okay.” It was, truly, you trusted Seb and knew that people lashed out when they didn’t like something. Their opinions didn’t matter as much as yours and his did, but Serra wasn’t hearing it. They’d kicked the model off the shoot and promised to paste her picture everywhere in the city to keep her from working again.

It honored a small part of you that your friend would do that, but the larger part knew it was wrong and stopped them before it went too far.

A bus honked as you stopped at the curb dragging you to the here and now with a shaky breath. Bending at the waist you take in a few deep breaths, lift to stretch your back, then both your legs and when the light changes you cross the street.

Sebastian called you the next night. He’d tried to call before, but your schedule made it near impossible.

Seb looked tired, hair messy and you could see the bags under his eyes, “Makeup must love you, Dear.”

He smiled. “I’ve had a migraine the last few days. I think it’s from the lights and the dark scene we’re having to do — sleep hasn’t been easy. I miss you. Are you okay?”

You smiled back and reached for the screen, letting your fingers trace the image of him. “I’m okay. I miss you too.”

The two of you had gone back and forth about the last few days, trying to keep the conversation light as you both yawn and blink to stay awake. Sebastian looked even more handsome than when he’d left and when you voiced that he’d rolled his eyes and pointed at the screen, “You, Babe, are the light of my life.”

There was an uncertainty in his eyes, something dark behind the blues and you’d watched it transform his features as he opened his mouth to say something but his eyes softened and he’d sighed, “I need to get some rest. I love you.”

Your stomach ached at the thought of hanging up. “I love you too. Be careful.” He blew you a kiss and ended the call.

A coffee stand was a block away from your apartment. The thought of a hot chocolate was tempting, but if you kept going, you could be at Sebastian’s place instead, wrapped in his blankets and surrounded by him for the barest sense of relief.

The cold air was nipping at your ears. Every breath you took felt as if you’re sucking in ice, but the push to get to Seb’s place kept you going and when the building came into view something solid settled in your chest. You took the stairs instead of the elevator and barely thought twice as you toed off your shoes and moved towards his room.

The bed was made. The cleaning service must have come yesterday, but no one changed the sheets — his cologne was strong on the pillows and the bedspread felt like heaven as you dived under it. As the tears burned in the corner of your eyes, you pulled your phone out, tapping his ID and calling with a second thought.

He answered.

“Hey Baby.” There were voices behind him, his own voice echoed, which meant he was in a studio.

“Sorry, I should have messaged first-”

“No. No. I’m happy you called. When I went on break, I was going to message you, but we have some bad weather coming through so we’re taking a few days off to let it pass.” He fell quiet as someone yelled in the background and you could hear him reply, muffled; his hand probably covering the phone to keep you from hearing the loud scream.

“Sorry, anyway, I was wondering if you’d want to fly out? We can hunker down together — I miss you.” His voice had gone soft and that solid feeling in your chest melted.

“Yeah,” You smiled, “Of course. Let me know when and I’ll book a flight.” Anytime an inkling of panic wells in your chest you remember his smile, his voice, the way he laughs and the inkling trickles into nothing once more.

“Amazing. I know it’s been rough these last few weeks — I’m happy I’ll get to hold you soon. Maybe talk about those tears you’re holding back.” His voice had gone soft in your ear and you had stood hiding your face in the pillow to keep from letting out a watery laugh.

“Yeah,” You grin, “Go back to work you deviant. I’ll talk to you later.”

“I love you, Babe, more than anyone knows.” He makes a kissing noise and then the phone goes quiet and with a shaky breath, you bury your face into the pillow and close your eyes, smiling at his words.

Tagged: @moonlacebeam @bucky-soldat

This is really short, but I feel as if I'm getting back into the groove of things. I have two requests are working on outside of this as well as two WIP's but more Moments are coming I promise!

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Moment Eight

The first time one of them said I love you! Another for Moments With Sebastian

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18+ Only please! Warnings: Language mostly. If you'd like more head on over to My Masterlist

It was strange to be on the other end of the waiting game, wondering when you’ll be home and hoping you have time to call him that day.

The other day he went for a run in your neighborhood if only to look up at your window and wish you were inside.

His phone buzzed, jerking his feigning attention from the movie to see your face light up the screen.

Seb grinned when he slipped the video open, “Shouldn’t you be asleep?”

You rolled your eyes, “Please like you’re supposed to be awake.”

“How did it go?” He shifted, leaning into the armrest of the couch, feet propped up as he watched you stretch.

“Pretty well, we did location shots today,” You waggled your eyebrows at him, “I got to be a murder victim for once. In the morning they’re wanting to do the asylum shots and then I’m done. Babe, I agreed to do this for a friend, but I should have booked a hotel or something. My back? Not made for a couch anymore.” You made a face, nose scrunched up, and behind your head, Seb could see the arm of a blue couch tucked under your own red pillow.

“You’re not even thirty yet.”

“It’s the miles, not the year, Baby, and I’ve put a lot of miles on this puppy.” He laughed, barking out loud. He missed you so much it hurt.

“You’re going to get some sleep, right?” He could see the strain behind your eyes, the long hours getting to you, and no amount of de-puffer could cover it up.

“I took some sleeping pills. I’ll be okay and before we know it, I’ll be back home in my bed where I belong.” A dreamy look filled your eyes, your gaze falling right off the camera. Seb took a screenshot, winking as you glared at him.

“Would you like me to be in bed with you or is this a solo dream?”

You huffed, “You have a key now, by all means, crawl into bed scaring both my roommates and our cats. It’ll be a lovely thing to come home to.”

“Jedi adores me, as does Wes.”

“Bart and Lumi?”

“I think both of them secretly hate everyone you’re just pretending they don’t. When I had to come over to help you move your new frame in, I thought Lumi was going to pour hot coffee down my shirt and I’m pretty sure both Them and Bart hissed at me.”

You laughed, slower, eyes closing and a soft hum drawing out the sound, “I miss you.”

Seb smiled, “I miss you too.”

“What if-” You bit your lip, eyes closing again, longer this time before you opened them, “I didn’t go straight home when I got back?”

His heart pounded, a shiver of excitement went through his body, “Oh?”

A shrug, “I could get a cab back to your place — curl up in bed with you.”

He watched the nervousness fill your eyes, lip being tugged between your teeth as you tried to keep yourself stoic, “I agree,” He started, “that you should do that.”

You smiled, a blush painting your cheeks, and Seb couldn’t think straight, “You’re beautiful.” The phone dropped the only view was the ghost on your nightshirt as Seb heard you groaning over the line.

“One of these days you’ll get used to the compliments.” He joked, grinning as you came back into view and glared at him.

“It’s not so much the compliments as the man saying them, Stan.” Your nose wrinkles up as you stick your tongue out at him, “If we should call anyone of us beautiful it's you. Those eyes? Those lips? God damn.” You fanned your face, biting your lip, and Seb rolled his eyes.

“Okay, Mackie 2.0 take it down a notch or my ego might explode.” He missed your laugh.

Hell, he missed all of you.

“Two more months and your extended warranty expires.” You joke, teeth flashing in the light from your phone.

Seb raised a brow, “Pretty sure it’s after five years that it expires.”

“Details. The subtlety was there, the finesse not so much. Anyway, two months and the second year is up, 365 days baby.” A nervous laugh followed by your hand gripping the back of your neck and Seb wanted to reach through the screen to remind you he wasn’t going anywhere; two years in and he was still as hooked as he’d been from day one.

“Any special request for the day?” You blinked.

“Puppets.”

Seb hissed, grabbing his chest, “Damn, you knew exactly what I wanted.” Again that laugh made his chest swell, your eyes crinkling around the edges and there it was the little snort he loved so much.

He knew he was falling in love with you nearly a year ago, but between his own issues and the ones you advertised with a neon sign both of you were careful not to say anything. Don’t push it, but every time you smiled at him, laughed at him, every time your hand brushed the back of his own or you were so frustrated at him you stormed away he wanted to shout it from the rooftops. Scream it loud enough the whole damn world would know that he loved you to the moon and back and anywhere in between.

Watching you settle down, Seb bit his lip, rolled his neck and cracked a smile at you, “Its getting pretty late, Sugar.”

A yawn and a stretch followed by a slow nod, “You get some sleep too, okay?”

“Absolutely, Dear. Goodnight.”

You blew him a kiss, lips puckered up, and exaggerated kissing noises crackled through the phone, “Goodnight, I miss you.”

Without really meaning to Seb took a breath in, sent a kiss back, and said, “I love you, sweet dreams.” and before your eyes could widen any further and you counteracted his words, he hung up the call and stared at the screen, waiting, counting down the seconds-

The Majesty: You S.O. B that was my gift to you!

Seb smiled, turned his phone off, and thunked his head on the back of the couch. Missing you with a wide-open hunger more now than ever.

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I hope you all enjoy it and I'm always open to request if you would like to see a particular moment between these two!!

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Moment Six

Yet another moment for my Moments With Sebastian series.

1-2-3-4-5 -7-8-9

This one is early on in Seb and Readers' relationship!

More can be found over on My Masterlist

18+ only, please. Language, sexual thoughts. I hope you all enjoy it! Also, I'm struggling with what I want the next moment to be so if you have any suggestions hit me up!!

From The Majesty: Are you free Thursday around two o’clock?

To The Majesty: Possibly. What’s up?

From The Majesty: Was hoping you could meet me at work and maybe a late lunch after?

Seb reread the messages again for the tenth time in the twenty minutes as he waited for you outside of a rundown, old building. Abandoned warehouse seemed harsh.

Now he was watching a group of people setting up cameras and lights with a lazy efficiency. Standing in front of the graffiti-covered brick wall of the warehouse two people—whom Seb assumed were models — wrapped around each other, one with a red spiked mohawk leaning into the shorter model both of their tattooed arms covered in fake blood that dripped onto the dusty concrete below.

He blinked when a flash went off.

He’s seen you after work before. There were definitely gloves involved. He’d even seen you slide your piercings back into place a few times and explained that now and then you had to take them out for the day. He’d brought you coffee once!

He’d met you outside of a quaint-looking tattoo shop, naturally, he had assumed you were a receptionist, but this — he looked around again and felt vaguely uncomfortable not being the one directed to ‘pose, stand still, look here’ that he didn’t know what to do with himself. When he heard someone shout a direction, he had an ingrained urge to do as he was told.

This was an unexpected turn of thought for him.

Three more models exited the building, one in nothing, but a black and ripped long shirt that hardly covered their knees the next dressed in all back from head to toe and carrying a sledgehammer. You were with them, your outfit seemed normal enough; a simple t-shirt and red shorts, your hair made into a faux-hawk, eyes rimmed with red and black makeup he certainly had never seen you wear before.

“Sebastian!” You called, eyes falling on him as you waved and jogged his direction.

Seb caught you in a hug, arms going around your waist, his face falling quickly into the crook of your neck, “Hey.” You bounced out of the hug to smile up at him, Seb looked down noticing your bare feet.

“I have questions.”

“I have answers.” They painted your hands. He watched your fingers move as you spread your hands out and wiggled them. They were black down to the knuckle as your ankles were.

“I thought you worked in a tattoo shop.”

You knocked your head back and forth, “It’s one of my part-time jobs. I have a piercing license which makes it decently easy enough to find work, I also help at a bookstore and can draw blood for a living.” Your shoulders were stiff.

“Hey, I’m not upset at you I’m only a bit confused is all. Are you a-” he left the words in the air waiting for you to grasp them.

Your gaze cut back up to him before you swung around to look at the work behind the two of you, “Alternative model, it’s why I moved to New York actually, but this is my first big-time shoot.” Your voice went soft, making Seb reach out for you, remembering belatedly about the paint. He faltered before deciding to wrap his fingers around your wrist and squeezing it once.

Looking at the photographers and model move around each other Seb stamped down the remaining confusion he had and stepped into you, wrapping his arms around your waist again and resting his chin on your shoulder, “You were trying to surprise me, weren’t you?”

You leaned your head into him, “Yeah, actually. After the last date when you were so open about what you do I was trying to figure out how to make this sound cooler than it was, but I figured I’d just-” another hand wave before you carefully rested your palm on top of his arm, “Are you still able to stay and-?” you tensed up again.

Seb kissed your shoulder, “Of course.”

-

Watching you being maneuvered around was breathtaking. The shoot was like nothing he’d ever seen before. The models were all covered from head to toe in tattoos, one proudly showed off scars on his chest as he cowered beneath you, black contacts masking the color of your eyes drawing Sebastian in as they dragged you through photo scene after photo scene. Not to mention your tattoos.

He’d seen a few, the ones that scattered across your arms and legs were easy enough to pick out, on your last date when you’d come back to his place and the two of you had made out on the couch before cuddling down with a movie and he’d been able to trace the inked lines with his fingers from the small universe on your left bicep down to the tattooed rings on your fingers. He’d seen a peek or two of the ones on your hips and shoulders from the pictures you showed him but never had he seen them up close like this before.

When it was time for the last shots he’d watched mesmerized as you walked back into the building with a robe on, a wig hiding your hair and face covered in bloody red makeup. As the robe fell away, it granted Seb the sight of you in a lacey red number that left little to the imagination. A dangle belly piercing reflected the surrounding lights, and his eyes glued to the rose and skeleton tattoos that made up the right side of your ribs.

You were in your element every step of the way, causing his chest to constrict with pride and definitely unrepentant lust. He wanted to memorize every tattoo, trace the ink with his tongue and bite into the ones of your thighs. Seb could see each piercing under the lights, the double balls on either side of your nipples piquing his interest until he had to shift uncomfortably in his chair.

You were gorgeous.

Breathtaking.

Seb wanted to see more of this side of you. The side that made jokes with your fellow models, introducing him to photographers he’d never heard of your smile bright and your laugh full as you helped them pack up and clear away the parking lot of the warehouse. You were bouncy, full of life and jokes, your feet bare, your hair sticking up every which way, and for a moment after you said goodbye to a fellow model who had shaken Seb’s hand and introduced themselves with a thick accent Seb couldn’t shake the thought of wanting to keep this side of you forever.

“Lunch still?” Your hand gripped his, leading him out of the parking lot and down the sidewalk, every step ending on a bounce of excitement.

“Of course,” He grinned at you, “How do you feel about ordering in though?” He wanted to ask you about all of this, everything, what got you into this, and where you wanted to go, but he also wanted to kiss the smile on your lips and taste the way you said his name.

Squeezing his hand, you nodded, “I’m down.”

Seb squeezed back, pulling in for a kiss letting his arm fall around your waist once more to hold on tight as you smiled against his mouth.

***

As always my characters are nonbinary unless otherwise said. I hope y'all enjoy!!!

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Please Again and Again

Sebastian Stan X Nonbinary Reader

After please. 

18+ only! If you are under 18 do not read. 

Warnings: Sexual content, language, the horrible desire to do this to this man. 

You can find the 1st part of this here Please and some of my other work here My Masterlist. 

Sebastian can be found here (Link to be updated)

Enjoy!

“Babe.” You breathed out, voice catching at the end. 

Seb bit his lip, “I-” he didn’t know what to say, he didn’t even know how to ask for it, “I want-” his head fell back against the couch as he sighed. 

“You want what, Babe?” There was a tilt in your voice, a rise of your words that made his stomach drop. 

“I want you to fuck me again, please.” A hiss followed by a quiet laugh and Seb was smiling, relieved he could catch air in his lungs once more even with his nerves on fire. 

“Okay, Bastian, I can do that, but it’s going to take me a little to get to you.” He whined, “I know, I’m sorry, but I left some stuff in my drawer. Can you do something for me?” Seb nodded, rising off the couch before he realized you couldn’t see what he was doing. 

“Of course.” 

“Thank you, take out the clear one and do to yourself what I did to you before inserting it. Do. Not. Hurt yourself, Bastian. It’ll make things go by faster when I get there.” He played with the knob on your drawer, twisting it in his fingers until he slid it open and peered inside. Some extra clothes were in there, some underwear and a backup pair of glasses, but stuffed into the corner was the box you had the other night. Snug and waiting. 

“I can do that.” 

You hummed, “I know you can, Babe. I’ll message you when I’m at your place. See you soon.” 

Condensation rolled down the length of the glass, dripping off the cup and soaking into the cork coaster beneath it. Seb wiped the glass down, picked it up, took a sip, then sat it down and stared at it again. 

It took you about forty minutes to get here with light traffic. 

Seb took another sip. Shifted in his spot and groaned when it pushed deeper inside of him. 

His foot tapped, one, two, three, shifting again, eliciting another groan as the plug slid just over his prostate, not quite touching, but hinting at it. He wanted to grind down, his hips hitching as he tried to hold back from the pressure. His phone buzzed. 

An email notification. 

Seb shot off the couch, set to pacing back and forth, back and forth, even as the plug shifted and moved with each step he took. His stomach churned, twisting until he almost felt nauseous with nerves, only to remember how sweet your smile was every time he looked over his shoulder, how soft your left along his shoulder blade as your hand held his hip steady. The way your voice sounded every time you murmured encouragements in time with his groans. Seb hadn’t felt as safe as he did last night with you, and the single thought of being dragged back into that safety made his head spin. You were heady like a drug, addictive and all-consuming. He’d beg you over and over if he had too.

His phone buzzed. 

I’m here.

Sweat cooled under his collar as Seb walked to his door and buzzed you up, unlocking everything slowly, fingers shaky with the slide of the lock. He rested his forehead on the door, body swaying as he listened for your footsteps, heavy-footed as you were, he could hear you coming from down the hall, just a steady drop of your heel with every step you took. 

He had the door open before you could knock. 

The sight of you made his chest cave, made him quake, sweat dripped down his neck leaving a cool trail from his jaw to his collar keeping his steady even as your eyes locked with his. 

“Hi.” You sounded breathless, a juxtaposition to the hold of your shoulders, the spread of your legs as you tugged the bag over your shoulder closer to you. 

Seb smiled and held out his hand, pulling you into his body when your hand clasped his, “I missed you.” He did, he missed the way you smiled, he missed the way a loose strand of hair would fall into your face, he missed the sound of your snorting laugh as you buried your face in his chest and hugged him tight for a moment before your hand slid down from the small of hand back to cup his ass. 

“Babe-” He tightened his arm, ducking his head to bury his face in the crook of your neck. 

“Did you-”

“Yes.” 

“Oh.” Your words didn’t match your body language, you sounded shy, faraway, out of your element in a way you hadn’t been since this relationship started. It made him feel warm knowing that you were just as nervous as he was; if not more. 

Seb pulled back, pressing his ass into your hand to watch the way your eyes darkened looking up at him. Without a word your fingers hooked into his the pocket of his sweats, spinning the both of you around until you could shuffle backwards into his apartment, giving him enough time to kick the door closed before your mouth pressed to his in a rush of teeth and tongue. Seb caught you around the waist, helping you rise up and up until you could wrap your legs around him, both of you licking into each others’ mouth. Seb’s knee hit the edge of the couch, calf bumping the side table until he felt the edge of the wall against his shoulder and he could steadily walk the two of you down the hall and to his room, neither coming up for air, bruising kissing into each other’s mouths as you scrambled to get his shirt off without breaking apart. 

“Babe,” Seb laughed, setting you down carefully as your eager hands tugged and pulled until he had the shirt up and over his head, your mouth latching onto a nipple before he could drop the fabric, “Fuck.” He groaned, head falling forward, hands falling limp on your hips as your tongue brushes over his nipple, teeth nipping at the sensitive bud before moving on to the next one and treating it the same. His chest was tingling, mind racing. Every time your body rolled his cock brushed along the curve of your stomach and he lost track of time. 

He didn’t even notice when you pulled back, slipping your own shirt up and over his head before dropping to your knees and tugging his pants down your forehead coming to rest on his thigh as your eyes peered up at him, “I got a bit carried away, sorry.” 

Seb shook his head, “By all means, I’m yours to do with as you want.” 

You blinked, “Say it again?” 

Seb’s fingers flexed in your hair, his ass clenching around the plug, “Babe, please.” 

“Again.’ Your hand wrapped around his cock, tight for a moment before you licked a broad stroke up the shaft to circle the head and Seb’s lung punched out a rush of air, “Please.” He whined, feeling you suck him in deeper, wrapping your lips around him and savoring the feel of his cock on your tongue. The way you looked up at him made his blood boil, heart stuttering in his chest when your fingers traced a line up his thigh, across his hip to cup his ass again and squeezing it, kneading the flesh with your fingers while your tongue went to town on him. 

He couldn’t focus, couldn’t breathe, too much stimuli was being sent to his brain for it to function with any kind of rational thought. All Seb knew was your mouth was heaven and your fingers were working closer and closer to his entrance until eventually you were pressing the plug in and working it back out over and over making his thrust weakly into the suction of your mouth, but push backward into the press of the plug. He wanted more. He wanted it all. His stomach was tightening, ball drawing up and when the first moan fell from his lips, he almost regretted it because it had you pulling away, mouth coming off him with a pop. 

“Bastian.”

“Please.” You smiled, kissed his thigh and rose to your feet letting him fall onto the bed on his back, eyebrows scrunched together but Seb wanted it this way, wanted to see your face as you fucked into him. 

“Let me get it on,” You kissed him again, not letting him pull you into him the way he wanted before you rolled off and towards your drawer, “Take it out and use this,” You pressed the lube into the palm of his hand to him, “To open yourself up more.” 

Your hand was shaking as he took the bottle from you and did as he was told, his eyes rolling back at the sensation of his fingers pushing in and out, crooking against his prostate then pressing into his rim as he pulled back out. 

“It’s going to a bit sloppy, love.” You kissed his knee, the cool touch of the strap sliding along his thigh. 

“I know.” Seb wanted it badly enough that he was keening towards it, trying to drag you in before you were even there. 

“I adore you.” You pressed another kiss to his stomach, Seb looking down to see you positioning yourself, “Lift, Bastian, let me out this-yes there.” You moved a pillow underneath him, something he was used to doing to you before you lifted his thigh, slender fingers wrapping around the muscle of it and before Seb could take his next breath, the head of the strap was pressing into him and his lung caught on the last gulp of air. 

“Relax,” You murmured into his knee, “Come on, Bastian, relax.” He was, or he thought he was. He wanted this. He wanted to feel your hips snap against his ass as you slide home, but even Seb could feel the burn of the intrusion, lube dripping down his ass to puddle beneath him, “Babe.” 

He caught your eye, watched you smile at him and kiss his knee, the hand around his thigh moved forward reaching for his cock but Seb shook his head and with a deep breath he closed his eyes and willed his body to relax. The sound you made was magic, breathtaking, the strap sliding in inch by inch until Seb felt the harness brush his ass and the smoothness of your stomach press into him, “Oh fuck.” You hissed out, fingers squeezing his thigh, and he reached down to touch your hand, the one helping guide the strap into his body, to feel where you were inside him. Your hand twitched beneath his and with little warning, only the simple tug of your hips, you pulled the strap back out only to drive it in again, making him shout. 

The rhythm you set was merciless, brutal and fucking devastating. Every shove in had Seb crying out as you pressed into his prostate, your own breath quickening as your thrusts sped up, he could feel your hands shaking, could hear you cursing up a storm as you fucked into him over and over and over making him fall apart. 

“Please,” He was close, right on the edge, tipping past oblivion, “Fuck, please, please, please-” Your hand wrapped around his cock as you pounded up, one, two three and Seb was crying out as he came, hot semen covering his stomach, chest and your fist as you moaned along with him hips slowing carefully fucking him through the after shocks until he could think again. 

You pulling out was uncomfortable, his body tingling on the edge of over stimulation, but Seb could feel you move next to him, your mouth leaving small kisses from his stomach to his chest before you reached him and caught him in a breathless kiss.

He could feel your wrist move between your legs, “Let me-” 

“No.” You stopped him, stilling him with a look as Seb watched you fuck yourself beneath him, watched your body heave with each breath not once breaking eye contact until a needy moan escaped and he caught it with a kiss, swallowing down every sound you made until your arm tightened around his shoulder and your laughed into his mouth letting him drop back down to rest beside you. 

“How was that?” His chest heaved, lips ghosting over your fingers as they brushed across his mouth before resting along his shoulder.

“I should ask you that question.” Your eyes were closed even as you smiled towards the ceiling, head tilting to lean into him. 

“For our first time trading roles,” Seb kissed your temple. “It was amazing.”

��Good, I want to make things amazing for you.” A yawn broken off by an attempt at laughing, but he could see your eyes blinking closed every time you tried to open them. 

“Stay the night,” He pulled you closer, “I’ll repay the favor in the morning. Show you how good I can be again.” 

“Oh,” You sigh, “Yes please.”

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I feel horrible, covid is kicking ass at work and I just need to put something out there for fun. As always my characters are nonbinary unless otherwise said and you have any questions, comments or requests hit me up! 

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Moment Seventeen

A small domestic moment for The Moments With Sebastian Series

18+ only, please. Language, semi-sexual content, and play wrestling.

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Seb grabbed at you once more, catching your legs as you kicked towards him, “Babe,” He grinned, tickling up the inside of your thigh until he could get you to giggle and kick out again, “I just want a kiss.”

He had to duck his head as one of your legs swung out at him catching the side of his face, “Sir,” You grinned pushing back against his hold, “you are a menace.”

“I do not know what you mean.” He grins, letting go of your leg to reach for your arm and tug you away from the end of the couch. The squeak you let out was adorable, as was the look you gave him when his pulling landed you in his lap.

When your alarm had gone off that morning; Sebastian rolled over and watched you wake up with a groan before rising out of bed and trekking towards the shower. He’d laid there for a little longer, listening to the sounds of you starting up the shower before he joined. You’d be leaving today, heading back to New York — heading back home — while he stayed in L.A. missing the hell out of you.

The playful wrestling started as he watched you move through the living room, packing up your belongings and getting further and further from him — Seeing you wearing yoga pants, one of his baggy shirts covering the marks he’d made across your stomach, and the sleepy look in your eyes — he didn’t want you to leave. Ever.

“Seb,” You groan, rolling your upper body until your face pressed into his stomach, “Come on I don’t want to be late.”

“You won’t be.” Probably. He tickled you again, getting his fingers under the shirt to dig at your ribs making you jerk in his grasp and shove at his hands, face pressing further into his stomach.

You mumble something, shoving at him and pinching his wrist when he gropes at your chest.

“I’m sorry, what was that?”

You lean back, peeking up at him, “If I’m late you’re filling in for me.”

“Oh,” He looked up, pouting his lips in thought, “You think I can pull it off?”

You laughed, wrapping your arms around him. Seb smiled down at you, tracing a finger over the tattoo that peeked out from the collar of your shirt. He could trace every inch of your body with his eyes closed, know every inked line across your skin, every scar that time made. He missed you more and more every time you two separated; be it his job or your own and with each time the moment came where the two of you had to say, ‘See you later’ his stomach grew emptier and his chest ached a little more.

“Please,” You pulled back, “Please wear the corset I have picked out. I beg you.”

Seb moved his hand to trace the edge of your bottom lip. “Maybe.”

A flash of teeth warned him you were about to move, giving him enough time to reposition himself to brace you in his lap. Your thighs on either side of his, arms coming up to wrap around his neck, letting you lean into him and nip at his skin, “Babe-”

“You’d be gorgeous,” You mumbled into his skin, “Red lace corset, little matching panties and thigh highs lining the curve of your legs.” Seb felt his stomach tighten as you kissed along the collar of his neck, teeth skimming his pulse point, his hands squeezing your hips in anticipation.

“I think you’d look better in it than I ever would.” You ground into him.

Your lips brushed his throat as you spoke. “Do not underestimate the power of a corset, Bastian.” He groans, gripping you tight and flipping you on your back, pulling your left leg around his waist.

“Stay.” He kisses you, licking into your mouth before pulling back and nibbling over your jaw. “Babe, stay-” He lands on his ass when you shove at him. Your eyes going wide as you fling yourself off the couch with a curse, jumping over him to reach for your phone on the kitchen island.

“Sebastian,” You curse, jumping for your shoes, “I am going to kick your ass if I miss my flight.” Your hair was a mess, one of your shoes was on the other side of the kitchen, and from this vantage point, he had the perfect view of your ass.

With a sigh he lays back, folding his arms under his head trying not to smile as you scramble around the room, “You’re lucky you’re cute,” You grumble, “L.A. traffic is an animal and here I am being distracted by you and your stupid dimple chin-”

“My chin?” He lifts his head.

“Gah, where is- oh, okay, what time is it-” You reach for your phone, yanking it off the charger and freezing eyes going from the device to him then back to the device, “I’m going to kill you.”

He grins even as you land on top of him, air whooshing out of his chest, “What a way to go.” He knows you’ll be angry at him for a little while, but if it means he gets to hold you for a few more hours; he’ll fly you back to New York his own damn self.

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I've been pretty busy lately. I'm leaving TN for the first time in eleven years to head back to IN (Where I did not think I'd go back to) and things have been a bit stressful.

My friend Luke missed his flight from L.A. after meeting his partner for the first time and it gave me this idea so I hope you all enjoy this moment!