#The way Mark tugs on Seb’s arm like “Where do you think *you’re* going you little rascal?”

[avida-heidia-5]

Some Martian be upon ye! I love these two so much, you don’t understand!!!! 💙💙💙

(From this clip)

[writing-wh0re]

Hi! I found prompts are open,

I was able to come with a lot, if you could do all i will greatly appreciate it, if just one or two i will still highly appreciate it dear 😊😊😘😘 it can be both fluff?smut for all prompts specified

“Are you hurt?”

“Did he do this?” 

“I’m fucking crazy about you.” 

Sebastian Stan

“You’re fucking mine.” 

“You just don’t get it, do you?” 

“Stop playing with me.” 

Bucky Barnes

“You think it’s funny to tease me?” 

“On the bed, now.” 

“You’ve got to be quiet.” 

Peter Parker

All writings will be #writing-wh0re-requests. 

Okay this has three different blurbs inside it - Sorry if it’s a lot to read, but I hope you enjoy it! 

REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN!

Word Count: 2,103k 

Warnings for all three blurbs: Smut 18+, Unprotected Sex, Vaginal Intercourse, Both Male and Female Recieving Oral, Explicit Language, Slight Videotaping of Sex(?). 

*Please note! Peter Parker is 18+ in this blurb!* 

“You think it’s funny to tease me?” 

“On the bed, now.” 

“You’ve got to be quiet.” 

Peter Parker - is 18+ in this blurb. 

“You didn’t have to drop me.” I groan as Peter and I walk through the avengers compound. 

“That’s not on me, you knew you had to stick the landing.” 

“Stop bickering, you’re worse than Tony and Pepper.” Happy complains as I roll my eyes. 

Walking through the compound, I make it to my bedroom, immediately walking into the ensuite as I jump slightly, a voice startling me.  

“Room for one more?” A smirk floods my face as I spin, facing Peter. 

“Always.” 

I turn the shower on, the warm water flowing through the pipes as I unzip my suit, Peter taking off his as my eyes wander up and down his body. Peter walks up to me, his hand cupping my face as our lips brush against each other. “You’re so gorgeous.” I smile as our lips lock, moving in perfect sync as he walks me backwards into the shower, not breaking our kiss. I moan against his mouth as the warm water flows down my back. I run my hands down Peter’s bare chest as I gasp my hand brushing against his hard dick. 

Peter chuckles against my lips as I take his cock in my hand, pumping my hand up and down as he cages me between him and the cold shower wall. I continue to play with him as he moans into my mouth. I abruptly stop earning a groan as I duck out of his embrace, starting to lather my body in soap as Peter tuts, tongue in cheek. I feel his hand grip my ass tight, his breath fanning against my neck. 

“You think it’s funny to tease me?” I shrug as I wash my body, Peter shaking his head as he watches the bubbles run off my skin. 

“On the bed, now.” 

Without hesitation I follow his demand, a trail of wet footprints behind me as I fall onto my bed, my comforter beginning to soak from the water as Peter shuts the water off slowly walking into the room as he smirks. 

“Such a good girl.” I whimper, rubbing my thighs together as Peter gets on top of me, parting my thighs to lean between them, kissing his way up my body as he sucks on my nipple a gasp filling the air as he smirks, swapping to the other side was I run my fingers through his hair. I pull him up to me, kissing him as he breaks away, placing one leg against his chest, keeping the other hooked around his waist as he slides into me. 

“Fuck.” I hiss as he stretches me. He moves his hips as our skin slaps together Peter’s gasps and low soft moans falling from his parted lips as my moans flood the room. 

I arch my back as he keeps his pace, moving both my legs to be against his chest to get deeper inside of me. 

“Peter.” I cry out as he covers my mouth. 

“You’ve got to be quiet.” 

I meekly nod as I move my hips up to meet Peter’s thrusts as I moan against his hand. 

“Just like that.” 

Peter removes his hand as he rubs my clit, my walls tightening around him as he hisses, looking down at where our bodies meet, watching himself slide in and out. 

“I’m going to cum.” 

“Oh, me too.” 

My body twitches, flooding with pleasure as Peter drops my legs to his hips, speeding up his thrusts as the sensitivity shocks through my body. I watch as Peter throws his head back, moaning loud as he cums inside me. Both of us panting as he falls beside me, pulling me to his side as I smile. 

“Maybe I should tease you more often.” Peter chuckles as he kisses the side of my bed, keeping me wrapped in his arms. 

 ---

“You’re fucking mine.” 

“You just don’t get it, do you?” 

“Stop playing with me.” 

Bucky Barnes

I sway my hips to the music, dancing amongst a few of the avengers and a few random people as the music flows through my body. Nat and I sing the lyrics to each other, our bodies bumping together as I feel hands on my hips, the person's body heat mixing with mine as I turn and look back, a smirk covering my face. 

“You’re going to get yourself in trouble.” 

“I’ve fought Buck before, plus I know you enjoy teasing him.” I roll my eyes at Steve’s words as Nat gives me a questioning look as I smirk. Our bodies move together as I hear him chuckle behind me.      

“We have his attention.” My eyes wander around the crowd, landing on him. His jaw tense and knuckles white around the glass he holds. He empties the glass, making his way through the bodies. I feel Steve’s hands leave my hips, his body disappearing from mine. 

Bucky spins my body into his roughly, his mouth brushing against my ear. 

“You just don’t get it, do you?” My breath hitches as he spanks my ass. 

“It was Steve’s idea.”

Bucky chuckles. “Follow me.” 

I follow behind him, making our way through the bodies as Bucky presses the button for the elevator. Once inside, Bucky stops it, pushing me against the wall. 

“You’re fucking mine.” 

Our lips attach, fighting against one another. 

“Friday, cut the cam-” 

“Keep the camera’s on Friday.” Bucky contradicts as I feel heat hit my cheeks. I kiss his neck as I start to unbutton his shirt, kissing down his body as I rest on my knees. I unbuckle his belt, unbuttoning his pants as his dick springs free. 

I instantly attach my mouth to the head of his cock, swirling my tongue around as a low breath falls from his lips. His eyes fixate on my mouth as I bob my head up and down, I add my hand to the end of my lips stroking what I can’t fit as I continue to swirl my tongue around the sides of his cock. I take him out of my mouth, licking from the base to the tip as Bucky sucks in a deep breath. 

“Stop playing with me.” I giggle softly, licking my lips to take him into my mouth again as he pulls my hair, my mouth falling open wide as he slowly thrusts in and out. My eyes water slightly as a gag falls around him. Bucky stops his thrusts as he pulls me up, lips locking with mine as I moan against his mouth. 

Bucky’s hands pull my dress up around my hips as he slides my panties to the side, I hook one leg around his hip as he picks me up, placing me against the wall a little tighter as he slides into me. 

“Oh god.” 

Bucky picks up his thrusts, my back hitting against the wall as I tangle my fingers in his hair, our foreheads resting against each other. 

“You feel so good.” 

I tilt my head back, my lips parted as his lips move on my neck sucking on the soft skin leaving his mark as I tug on his hair.

“Who owns this pussy?” 

I whimper as he slows his thrusts awaiting my answer. 

“Y-you.” I gasp as he slowly picks his thrusts back up. 

“Who?”

“Bucky Barnes, fuck.” 

Bucky smirks at my response as he thrusts into me fast and deep as he covers my mouth, muffling my loud moans. 

“You’re close, aren’t you baby?” I nod against his hand as he chuckles. He moves his hand from my mouth, slipping it between where our bodies meet, rubbing my clit as I bite my lip. I pull him closer to me as my legs shake, electricity taking over my body as he kisses me. Bucky continues to thrust into me, my walls fluttering around him as the sensitivity causes my breath to hitch. 

“Holy fuck.” 

I feel him twitch as he buries his face in my neck groaning as he pulls out of me, shuffling his clothes back on as I fix myself. Before Bucky presses the elevator button, he pushes me against the wall kissing me with both hands on my face as I smile into the kiss. 

Bucky presses the elevator button allowing it to move again as it starts to go down, I raise my eyebrow not sure as to why it’s not going up to the rooms as the doors ‘ding’ open. 

“Of course, it's you two.” Tony scoffs as I feel heat hit my cheeks, Bucky pulling me behind him as the avengers chuckle at our situation. 

 ----

“Are you hurt?”

“Did he do this?” 

“I’m fucking crazy about you.” 

Sebastian Stan - Y/C/N - Your Character’s Name. (You’re both actors) 

“Okay, take two.” Anthony Russo says as I tilt my head from side to side to stretch the muscle. “In this take, Y/n and Sebastian, Bucky and Y/C/N are realising that Y/C/N is fighting on the wrong side and she joins Bucky on Steve’s side.” 

“Got it.” I smile as Sebastian nods in agreement. 

“Action!” Joe Russo yells Sebastian puts me against the wall as I grunt. 

“Why are you fighting for him?” 

“You act like I had a choice!” I scream as I shove Sebastian backwards, I run past him as he grabs my waist slamming me down on the ‘ground’ as my back hits the foam mattress. 

“Did he do this? Did he fill your head with lies?” I wiggle under his body as he holds my shoulders, attempting to keep me still. 

“Tony didn’t do anything. Steve told me you didn’t want me.” I spit as Sebastian lets me go. 

“Cut!” The russo’s yell as Sebastian helps me up. “Okay, we will go for lunch and get back to this after, it's great so far.” Joe compliments. 

“Are you hurt?” I shake my head as Seb sighs in relief. “I slammed you pretty hard onto that mattress.” he chuckles. 

“I know, but it’s all good, nothing I'm not used to.” I smile as Seb kisses my head. 

“Follow me, I want something to eat.” I grab a hold of Seb’s awaiting hand as we walk to his dressing room, I raise my eyebrow a smirk flooding my face as I chuckle. 

“You’re going to eat me?” 

Sebastian just nods as he closes the dressing room door. 

“Strip.” he demands as I smile, slowly stripping off my clothing as Sebastian takes off his. “No panties? Baby girl, you’re making this too easy for daddy.” I bite my lip as Seb picks me up, placing me on the make up table. He drops to his knees in front of my dripping core as he looks up at me chuckling. “Needy little thing, already dripping for me.” I meekly nod as he kisses my mound. 

“Please.” I beg as he drags his tongue from my opening to my clit, sucking on my sensitive bud as I run my fingers through his hair. “Fuck.” I tug on his hair as he wraps his arms around my thighs, pulling me closer against his mouth as he continues to lick. 

“Stay quiet baby.” I bite my lip to muffle my moans as my legs lightly twitch, Seb moaning against me as I lock eyes with him. “I’m close.” I whisper as he stops, kissing back up my body as he shuffles his boxer briefs down. 

I wrap my legs around his waist to help guide him inside me as we moan. “God you’re big.” 

“So fucking tight.” I wrap my arms around his neck holding him closer as he thrusts into me, our body’s working together, my boobs brushing against his toned chest. 

“I’m fucking crazy about you.” I smile, kissing Sebastian as my stomach fills with butterflies, my walls contracting around his hard cock. 

“I’m crazy about you.” I kiss and bite his neck, moving my hips to meet his thrusts as he brushes against my g spot. “I’m close.” I whimper as he sucks my sweet spot, my legs starting to tremble as he continues to thrust into me deep and hard. 

“Come for me baby.” 

A whimper falls from my parted lips as my legs tremble, electricity shooting through my body as I cum around his cock earning a grunt from Sebastian as he cums inside me. 

“Lunch on set!” A voice hollars as a knock lands on the door. 

Our chests rise and fall as we both get dressed. 

“Guess it’s my turn to eat something.” I laugh, winking at Sebastian as I walk out of his dressing room.

[thedamageofherdays]

I read a variety of Evanstan and Stucky fics this week and revisited some old favourites. A good reading week I would say :)

Favourites are marked with a 🌻

Won't you tell me (you're scared too) by hellobeautworld @hellobeautworld [Evanstan, 6k words, Teen]

Before his brain – or his heart, in fear of it being its last living hours, Chris isn’t exactly sure which one is in charge right now – can talk him out of it, he speed-dials the most intimidating phone number he has ever set eyes on. And he had to make a lot of terrifying phone calls to a lot of terrifying people. It rings three, four times, until that familiar, always a bit hesitant, but yet so easily excitable, voice comes on.

“Hey, Chris, how are ya?"

Chris takes a very deep breath to keep from blurting out the truth. That he is so damn scared of what he’s about to do that he just wants to run away. Straight into those now a bit less heavily muscled arms, if possible.

nostalgia isn't forever by wintersoldier1989 @wintersoldier1989 [Evanstan, 904 words, Explicit]

This ficlet was inspired by a tumble prompt.

"I wish you would write a fic where… Seb comes home a day earlier than expected from filming and catches Chris watching Political Animals and feels all soft until he realizes he's got a hand showed down his pants in between all the blankets... now he either is very flattered and goes to say hello on his knees or he's a bit :( cause "so you like young me better than this old thing? *pouts*".. either way Chris is mortified at getting caught and red all down his chest :)"

The smirk on Seb’s face when he realizes what’s going on. 😏

Chris would blush furiously, that pale Irish skin turning a bright shade of red from lust and a hint of embarrassment at being caught with his hand in his pants with this particular ahem viewing material. It’s no surprise that both of them have aged over the course of their 10+ year relationship. And as much as Chris loves the grey in Seb’s beard these days, he’s always had a soft spot for his boyfriend’s baby face. It takes him back in time, reminding him of all the longing heated glances, fumbling hands and nervous butterflies.

Closer by musette22 @musette22 [Evanstan, 5k words, Teen]

The relief that floods Sebastian at seeing Chris alive and well is intense, lifting some of that debilitating weight that’s been pressing down on his chest all evening, but it’s short lived. Because Chris looks... Well, he looks unfairly gorgeous as always, with his beard and his soft, cerulean eyes, but he also looks nervous and just a little bit shifty.

The feeling of unease grows when Chris shoots him a smile that’s tense around the edges and says, “Hey, Seb. Can we talk for a moment?”

Sebastian’s stomach drops, a physical sensation that makes him suddenly grateful he hasn’t had any food all day. He swallows through a tight throat, then takes a step aside and gestures for Chris to come in. “Sure,” he says hoarsely. “What’s up?”

Chris smiles at him again, and wow, yeah, he’s definitely nervous.

“Sit down for a minute, okay?” Chris orders gently, taking a step closer, and Sebastian closes his eyes. This is it.

🌻 Soul Searching by musette22 [Evanstan, 20k words, Explicit]

So?” Scott asks after a while. “You wanna tell me how you’re really doing?”

A little hesitantly, Chris says, “I don’t know what to tell you that you don’t already know.”

“Sure you do,” Scott says easily. “How ‘bout you start with telling me why you were going around telling everyone you were going to take a break from acting, only to then sign up to two big new projects in the past month or so?”

Chris picks at the label of his beer bottle, looking a little sheepish. “Ah,” he says. “I was kinda hoping everyone’d forgotten about that.” He sighs, dragging a hand over his face. “I mean, I was honestly planning on taking a break, but then I had a couple of weeks off and I just- I just realized I would have all this free time on my hands and no one to spend it with, you know?”

There it is, Scott thinks.

🌻 I've done some things that I shouldn't have done (but I haven't stopped loving you once) by musette22 [Evanstan, 59k words, Explicit]

After the release of Infinity War, Chris and Sebastian each take some time off to recharge. Chris is staying in Scarlett’s lake cabin on his own and invites Sebastian up to come and spend some time with him. Due to busy work schedules and a number of other, more personal reasons, Chris and Seb haven't been as close lately, something which neither of them are very happy about. This mini-vacation presents a chance for them to revive their friendship and maybe (definitely) explore if there might be something more. Over the course of a week, and with a little help from meddling friends and co-stars, the boys learn to build bridges, to be vulnerable and take chances, and to stop letting fear rule their lives.

Angel in an Ambulance by deucalionsvision [Stucky, 1k words, Teen]

Bucky twists his ankle while drunk, and his flirting greatly impedes the hot paramedic's ability to examine him. Said paramedic doesn't really mind.

🌻 Rites of the Wild by dreamsinthewitchouse @dreamsinthewitchouse [Stucky, 2k words, Mature]

When they move, it’s into Steve’s direction, and two things become clear at once.

One, the person has only one arm. Two, they’re covered in blood.

OR:

Steve is a nature photographer in an unfamiliar forest. Bucky is a maenad who saves Steve from their bloodthirsty siblings.

Fic & moodboard for Stucky Week 2021, Day 5: Alternate Universe

🌻 pillow feathers by wearing_tearing [Stucky, 2k words, Mature]

“Steve,” Bucky whispers, trying to tug at one of the blankets wrapped around him.

Steve snuffles and scowls in his sleep, bringing his legs up to his chest and effectively stopping Bucky from tugging anything. He also rubs his face against Bucky’s pillow, making a little soft sound in the back of his throat.

“Fuck, but you’re cute,” Bucky murmurs, lips twitching.

🌻 odd ways by peterbparker [Stucky, 2k words, Teen]

“And it would have been an amazing night with my son if he wasn’t distracted by the hot guy on the other side of the room,” Sarah sighed, shaking her head. “He’s been looking over at you for the past fifteen minutes.”

Bucky choked on the mouthful of beer he had just taken. 

“What?” he croaked. Things were starting to make a little more sense now. 

“Right?” Sarah said, waving her hand towards her son. “He completely ignored my garden stories because he’s been making eyes at you so I decided to come over and introduce myself.”

or; Sarah Rogers being a nosey mother, Steve Rogers blushing a lot and wishing the earth would swallow him whole, and Bucky Barnes being confused and amused for 2000 words

[hearteyesbowen]

practicing lines ☆ ricky bowen

nothing says high school plays like two lead actors hating each other to their core

warnings: slight angst, slight fluff, some swearing, heavy making out

part I , part II

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

If there is one thing Y/N hated most, it was Richard Bowen.

Richard “Ricky” Bowen was the high school sweetheart. The most polite and respectful man in his grade, and probably his school. He held the door for anyone and everyone, he offers to help his teachers in need of grading test papers, and he seems to be the perfect boyfriend material. That’s not what you thought.

You despise everything about him. The reason for your resentment was due to the fact that you got the part for Gabriella when he wanted Nini to get the part so they could rekindle their broken love. Ever since then, he has been nothing but rude and obnoxious to you. You did everything you could to try and make peace with him, but he only cared about his stupid plan to fix his own mistakes.

It was clear to the whole school of the mutual hatred between you two. Although Miss Jenn tried to warm you up to each other with her bonding exercises and one-on-one script read throughs, nothing was more powerful than your anger for each other.

Today, after learning that the school’s stage was mysteriously burned down, you all traveled to the El Ray Theatre.

“Ok kids, let’s go to page five.” She yelled, taking her clipboard and standing on the side with Carlos.

You scrambled through your bag, grabbing the heavy script that Carlos printed out for you. You turn on your heels swiftly, only to crash into your ignorant co-star.

“Watch it, happy feet.” Rick snarled, towering over you.

“Why not give me some personal space, Richard?” You smirked. “Almost makes me think you have a crush on me.”

“You fucking wish, Y/N.”

“Language, Ricky.” Miss Jenn warned.

You give him an innocent smile, turning your back on him as you walked to center stage. You heard him groan under his breath as he trailed behind you.

You both stood next to each other, or five feet apart from each other, flipping the pages of your script to the next scene. You quickly skimmed through the page, reading through the scene you were about to act out.

“Let’s go to the scene where Troy and-”

You heard a loud snap coming from the ceiling. “Watch out!” Someone from the back screeched.

You felt a strong pair of arms grab you and pull you to their body, covering your head. A large sand bag fell from the roof, making everyone around you scream and hold on to each other.

“Is everyone ok?” You heard Seb cry out.

You look up from your hands that covered your eyes and saw horror in everyone’s eyes, from the sack to you. Confused, you remembered that you were in someone’s grasp. You look up and see Ricky, breathing heavily. He looked at you and everything was quiet.

You pushed yourself off of him, sweeping your body from the dust in the air. Ricky did the same, clearing his throat and avoiding your gaze.

“Maybe we should take a five.” Miss Jenn hummed, “Ricky and Y/N can go and look for a quiet, hopefully safer place to practice lines while the rest of us can figure out how to work the lights and not die.”

➢➣ ➢➣

“Wow, not even a goddamn thank you for saving your life?” Ricky asked annoyingly as he closed the door behind him.

You had both found a hidden storage room in the dusty halls of the theatre. Inside were worn out dresses with threads popping out, multiple broken chairs probably used during performances, and an old piano.

You rolled your eyes, “No one asked you to save me, Dicky.”

“What did you just call me?” He growled.

“I said Dicky.” You spat. You dusted off the chair of the piano before sitting down, leaving room for Ricky.

He rolled his eyes and took off his navy hoodie. His shirt went up a little, revealing his toned chest. You forced yourself to stop staring and tried to ignore him as he sat down, leaving as much room in between you two as possibly without falling off the bench. His hands grazed they top of the piano before pressing his fingers on top of the keys. He began to mess around with the notes, playing small and random tunes. His eyes were glued to the instrument as he played, and you noticed a small smile forming on his lips as he practiced . You almost forgot about everything as you listened to him play. Watching him focus on his music brought a shiver to your body, and almost a warm feeling in your stomach. You had never felt this towards Ricky, all you felt was anger. But now, this whole new feeling brought a new light to you.

“Should we start practicing our lines?” Ricky asked, turning to look at you. A heat ran to your cheeks as you both stared at each other. You noticed a change in his eyes and saw him glance down at your lips once.

“Yeah, uhm, go to page five.” You said, turning away and grabbing your script from the top of the piano.

Ricky was still in shock of what happened. He got up from the bench and grabbed his script from a tall, wooden shelf next to the door. He watched as you turn around the seat to face him, still looking at your script. He noticed your tongue stick out ever so slightly which made him smile. He quickly wiped the smile from his face, bewildered by his reaction.

“I don’t need my script, do you?” You ask softly.

His throat went dry as he looked at you, your hair falling slightly over your flushed cheeks. Something in him clicked, and his knees began to grow heavy.

“No, you’re perfect-that’s perfect.” He rambled.

You kept the page of the scene open and placed the script next to you on the bench. “Remember in kindergarten, you’d meet a kid, know nothing about them, then ten seconds later, you were best friends?” You recite.

“Yeah.” Ricky mumbled.

“Singing with you felt like that.”

“I never thought about singing, that’s for sure. Until you. And now,” He said, gazing into your eyes. “And now,” He repeated, seeming lost.

“What an actor you are.” You joked, giggling a little.

“What does that mean?” He asked somewhat annoyingly.

“It was a joke, Ricky. Calm down.” You countered, standing up as you got more irritated. “You can’t take a joke?”

“I’m sorry, aren’t you the one who can’t even thank someone for saving their life?”

“That bag was no where near me, idiot. What were you trying to save me from? Dust bunnies?” You yelled.

Ricky scoffed, “And to think I thought we were getting better at being nicer to each other. I’ve tried so hard to make things between us better but clearly you don’t want that. I’m just waisting my time.”

You were taken back. “How is all of this my fault? You are the one who started getting pissed off at me for getting the lead when you wanted Nini. Is that why you fucking hate me? Because I’m not your ex girlfriend who is happy with her new boyfriend?” You screamed, your fists curled into each other tightly.

Ricky’s rich brown eyes grew shinier, his mouth agape and in shock. Neither of you have fought like this before.

“I’m sorry.” He said, taking the smallest step towards you. You took a small step back, feeling yourself close to the wall. “I’m an idiot.”

“That’s one way to put it.” You mumbled, stepping back one more step as you hit the door

“Look, I know it was wrong for me to be mad at you for getting the part. I was so caught up in the idea of me winning back Nini like they do in the movies that I totally disregarded your feelings too.” He confessed. “I started to realized how wrong I was about you a while ago, but we were so deep into our frustration for each other I didn’t know what to do but to try and start being more polite. I’m the worst guy in the world and you never deserved to be treated like a dick, it was all my fault.”

“I shouldn’t have been so rude either.” You muttered, “It was childish for me to retaliate with an attitude instead of just working it out, you know? I deserved some of the harshness from you.”

“Can we agree that this was on the both of us?” He begged, letting out a little laugh.

“Yeah, for sure.” You replied, softly laughing as you brought your attention to the floor.

You stared at your shoes and dusted off your jeans. You felt Ricky stare at you, so you looked up. His lower lip was caught in between his teeth, slowly turning his soft lips red. You couldn’t help but steal glances from his eyes to his lips, noticing Ricky do the same.

“I feel as though I owe you an apology.” He started, moving closer to you. His slim body towered over your own.

“Oh, you do. I expect an amazing gift to make up for this.” You smirked.

One of his hands went to your chin, grabbing it gently as the other went to your waist. Your hands rested on his chest.

“I have an idea.” Ricky whispered before he crashed his lips to yours.

His large hand moved from your chin to your waist. Your arms slid from his chest to around his neck, and curled up into his own curly hair. His grip on your waist tightened and pulled you closer to him, making sure to leave no space in between you. You tugged his hair, making him let out a low groan. You smiled at his reaction. His hands slid down your waist and under your butt, motioning you to jump. You jumped up and wrapped your legs around his waist, and he slammed you up against the door. He began to trail kisses from your lips to your neck, and you tried your best to hold in a moan. You felt the marks he was leaving from your neck to your collarbone. You moved his head back up and brought your lips to his again.

“I knew you had a crush on me.” You breathed out. He bit your bottom lip, making you gasp, and letting his tongue slip through.

Ricky walked back to the piano and sat down, letting you straddle his waist. You latched your lips to his neck, leaving matching marks on his neck. He let out small moans, gripping your hips tighter as you went on. Your hands went to the hem of his shirt, tugging at it so he would take it off.

“Ricky? Y/N? Are you two in here? This door is jammed!” You heard Big Red call out from past the wooden door.

You both quickly pulled away, getting up from his lap and readjusting your shirt. Ricky did the same to his messy hair. He swiftly grabbed his hoodie he left on the piano and tossed it you, motioning at your neck with the numerous marks he left.

“Yeah we’re here! Just push the door.” He replied. He moved one of his hands to the side of his neck, hoping to subtly cover up the red scars you left him.

You managed to put Ricky’s hoodie on before Red opened the door. You took in the scent of his cologne and adjusted the collar more up to hide your bruises.

“Miss Jenn is having a midlife crisis so we’re going to order pizza. Are you guys good with pepperoni and soy cheese?” He wondered.

“Yeah, totally fine.” You answered. Ricky gave a small nod to his friend.

Red was quick to notice you wearing Ricky’s clothing on your body, but didn’t want to question it out of fear for his life. He gave a simple “ok” and left without question, knowing he would just demand answers out of his best friend later.

Ricky turned back to you, scratching the back of his neck. “About what just happened-”

“We can discuss over our next read through together.” You interrupted, giving him a soft smile.

“How about the movies tomorrow? At 8?” He asked hopefully.

You gave him a smile and walked up to him, going to peck his lips only to be pulled back by Ricky for another sweet kiss.

➢➣ ➢➣

You both walked back to your friends who were scattered around the main entrance of the theatre. Everyone noticed you two holding hands, Ricky’s hoodie, and the obvious makeup on his neck. You both acted as though nothing happened.

You were pulled away by Carlos and Ashlyn, noticing Red going for Ricky. “Excuse me, last time I remembered you and Ricky were about to murder each other.” He mumbled quickly.

“What do you mean? We just had a really, really heated argument right now.” You defended, playing with the sleeves of his larger hoodie.

“Is there something on your neck? Oh my god Y/N did you and Ri-”

Miss Jenn bursted through the door happily, “Alright kids, let’s go back to school!”

A/N - well heres another imagine !!! this one was fun to write and more steamy so ur welcome ! im thinking of doing a part 2 to breakdown, so let me know what u think or send me suggestions or requests of what to write next :)) love y’all

[captain-barnes-writes]

Someone Like You [3/6]

Summary: In which Sebastian tries to win you back a year and a half after your relationship’s rupture, but only because there’s a new man in your life. [Part 3]

(Mini-series)

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Latina

Warning: Angst (lotssss), language, 18+, future chapters will include smut (just warning y'all!) ; not proofread 

Word count: 1.5k

Three months had glided by after that late night and Sebastian would be a liar if he said it hadn’t been a hassle to complete a simple task without a single thought of you. You were a brazen and permanent mark that he couldn’t erase no matter how hard he tried to rub you off.

A month after the one music video had been released, another one came. With the same Hispanic Bachata artist, this time for a different song. You were speaking Spanish in the beginning of the video, taking him back to the times you used to cuss him out in Spanish out of anguish and anger he’d make you feel. But also at the sweet words you’d utter in the language that was so foreign to him. It was for those first few seconds of the video that he was able to form a small smile as your sweet voice floated through his ears. He was smiling at the little rasp that your voice had and the slight squint of your eyes as you threw your head back in laughter, dark curls and dark eyes.

That little smile was quickly wiped off when the frame tuned to that of the singer who still couldn’t keep his hands off you and it made his blood boil over in rage. The dimples indented on the fuck-face were on full display as the full smile he wore didn’t vanish throughout the entire video. He couldn’t blame the man for beaming as if he’d won the lottery because quite frankly being in your presence felt quite like it.

It was another plotless video and made no sense, he deemed that the singer used this opportunity to get as close to you as possible yet again. You wore yet another dress, a tiny yellow sundress and your feet bare on the hot sand. The tropical theme had you on the beach, under a cabana and even on the sea shore. 

You were dancing so eloquently and freely, hands so conscious of every movement your hip would make that they would move with ease. Two steps to the left and a slight jut of your hip and you’d do the same for the right. Dark curls bouncing with every movement you’d make. The man had wrapped his arms around your waist and proceeded to dance with you while singing the lyrics so precisely. He was going crazy at the thought of what could happen after the cameras had shut off, of what was happening in real life. He wondered, in a crazed manner, if you were showing him the same type of attention as in the videos.

Was he touching you?

Was he kissing you?

Were you letting him?

His girlfriend shifted on her side of the bed, squirming and sprawled her hand on his bare chest. His eyes shifted towards her sleeping figure, her body positioned on her stomach and head lazily on the soft pillows, and her breathing was so calm. He’d been in a haze and had almost forgotten where he was. It was a weekday in New York and since their fast-paced romance had been caught on camera there was no need to tip toe around the city anymore so they were at his own place. There was no longer a need to only spend time at her place.

She was kind and funny, brought him a sense of comfort. But it didn’t compare to what you’d given him. It was just that she had the label of girlfriend and you hadn’t. The thought tugged at his heart. 

It was probably something truly sick and twisted as the sleeping and unknowing woman beside him breathed so softly in her sleep as he laid wide awake on his side with his phone grasped at his hand; the dim screen showing his searches filled with your name. His video search engine filled with your name too. He watched with his ear buds embedded in his ear, listening to your soft and nervous voice during interviews. The dark curls, your glowing skin and those gleaming brown eyes that were yet again driving him to the brink. His current situation was driving him towards a road of destruction if he kept this up.

God, what the hell was wrong with him. You consumed his every thought. Swirling and parading through his head like floating clouds of ethereal goodness. The last few months had been slightly arduous for him because in many ways he’d felt every single thing you had felt while you’d been with him. Angst, jealousy and an overwhelming tight feeling in his chest. He understood now.

He thought back to all the rumors, images and videos of you and that artist that had surfaced for the last few months. It wasn’t only an innocent, paid-job of being part of his two music videos but it seemed to have transpired into something more. The pictures of your dinner dates spread like wildfire through the media, people were shipping you and the fuckface already for god's sake. You were smiling so genuinely, straying behind the unbelievably successful man who donned an equally large smile. His hand was outstretched behind him, reaching for yours as the flashing cameras illuminated the both of you.

Huffing under his breath, he pressed the off button on his phone, removed the earbuds and placed both on the nightstand. He was tired and didn’t want to think anymore.

And as for you, you laid awake in bed as well in your New York home. The man beside you had barely gotten off you a few minutes ago and had already fallen asleep. His soft snores were invading the solemn quiet space of your bedroom.

Romeo Santos. He was handsome and romantic, sweeping you completely off your feet. And his voice? Talented and beautiful beyond belief. You’d started listening to his music in your teen years, and even though he was a lot older now, he still looked just as good as he had all those years ago. He was a good ten years older than you, a hefty number, but you liked it. Experienced, mature and with their shit together; at least that’s what you expected out of men who were nearly pushing the threshold of 40.

You couldn’t believe your luck at having gotten the call to be part of his music video during your vacation in the Dominican republic. You had said yes within a few seconds. Your instagram pictures showing off your well-deserved girls trip in the Caribbean region had probably gotten back to the Domincan artist, whom you’d noticed had already been following you.

The music video was out of your comfort zone, per say, as it included scenes that were rather risque for you. The lingerie and the steamy scenes on the crimson red bed had been rather intimidating upon reading the short script, but he’d made you feel comfortable.

And even while thinking back to those few months when you had met the handsome man beside you, your thoughts drifted back to another man who was two years shy of pushing 40.

Sebastian.

You wondered if he had seen your recent movie that had truly been the inception of your career, after only getting small roles, and if he saw recent announcements of roles you’d gotten for future films. It might’ve been vain, but you wanted him to see you. To appreciate you for once because it still hurt you so deeply that you had felt inadequate with him. You’d been at his beck and call for so long that you had finally mustered up whatever leftover pride you had and left his life. The situation had left you fragile, but you’d regained pieces of yourself and built your strength upon self love and your promise to never let another man use you.

Sebastian hadn’t been a bad person to you, he just had issues he needed to solve on his own. His commitment issues weren’t for you to fix. You got to know him as a lover and maybe as a friend too. But the moments you remembered most were those shared in your old apartment, on your bed. He’d been an incredible lover who wasn’t by any means selfish during your many nights together. You were lucky if you got a few hours of sleep with him around. He was insatiable. He always wanted you, was always kissing you and wanting some form of contact with you. You’d joked with him that he was like glue.

“You’re like glue, Seb. Get off me.” You laughed at the muscular, bare-chested man who was toppled on you. His hands were on your bare waist as his blue eyes traced over your face.

“And what about it?” He responded, big hands squeezing the fleshy sides of your hips and managed to give a slap to your naked behind. You shrieked in response, mouth and eyes agape.

“By glue I mean you’re making me all sticky and you won’t stop touching me!”

“You know you like it. Stop complaining.” He nuzzled his face into your neck, not even bothered at your protest.

His lips took hold of the sensitive skin below your ear, tongue lapping over the area he knew drove you crazy. Your soft mewls were the driving force to all his touching. He loved the sound of your breathy moans, your long nails scratching his back and the angelic reaction that would overtake your features. Mouth slightly ajar, gleaming eyes meeting his in silent pleas and the widening of your legs granting him the access he so needed.

“You see...That’s exactly why I’m like glue.” And you had nodded in response.

You found yourself thinking of him. Again. It was unfair that after all the progress you’d made to forget the man who’d always take your breath away, he still managed to do so even in your mind.

And as you took the phone from your nightstand, you did the one thing you didn’t think you’d ever do.

You unblocked Sebastian’s instagram.

(To be continued)

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This chapter felt like a filler tbh. Next chapter will be the real deal ;))) Bringing my other favorite Avenger 

And do y’all know Romeo Santos? He’s a legendddd!

Let me know what you think :)

[sinner-as-saint]

How would cherry!seb act when he’s jealous? He’s my fav 🤤🤤🤤

I did a similar one, Cherry Part 2.

But oh well, since both you and I can’t get enough of cherry!seb, here we go... 

Okay but there were few instances where mob!cherry! Seb got really jealous because;

One, he knows you’re his and he keeps reminding you of that

And two, he knows no one will ever treat you like he does

He knows no one will ever satisfy you like he does

And he’s very proud of himself for that

But then, maybe one time he sees you talking to someone

And while you were simply, politely, declining a dance, Seb gets the wrong idea since the man was holding your hand; preventing you from leaving. 

And he walks out of your club immediately and rushes home

Maybe dealing with the very clingy client took some of your time but then you make your way home too

And you find Seb grumpier than usual

“Hi baby, how was your day?” you try to make a casual conversation

But Seb just ignores you and keeps sipping on his liquor silently. 

You call out his name but he ignores you perfectly 

Having had enough of his silent treatment, you walk over to him and get comfy on his lap

He sighs and still refuses to meet your eyes but you grab his face and force him to look at you

“What’s gotten into you?” 

He scoffs and gently runs his fingers through your hair before tugging on it quite harshly; making your head tilt backwards

“You tell me, I walk in the club to find my girl giggling and smiling in the arms of some other dude. How do you think I feel?” 

And he wouldn’t stop there because this time he had trouble containing his jealousy.

“How much did he pay you, huh?” 

You’d sigh and roll your eyes

“I didn’t dance for him, Seb. You know I don't do that anymore. I turned him down, believe me.” you told him the truth and he’d just be so persistent. 

“Oh yeah? Why the fuck was he touching you then?” 

You’d maybe slap his hand off you and force him to listen to the whole story and how he might have misunderstood 

And maybe he’d feel sorry for even doubting you, but he’d be too proud to admit that he was wrong

"Whatever, you're mine." he'd say as he leans in to kiss you.

Things would most probably escalate quickly

And jealous Seb would be meaner and more rough than usual

Maybe his grip around your neck would be tighter

Or his spanks would sting a bit more

His kisses would be less gentle and he'd tug harder on your hair

And he would make you repeat the same words over and over again as he pounds into you

"Tell me you're mine"

His thrust would be harder, and he'd make sure he leaves marks all over your body

Oh but he would insatiable

And relentless

And he wouldn't stop until you're unable to form proper words

Or until he's convinced that you wouldn't be able to walk right the next day

And after he was done, he still wouldn't stop

Maybe he'd make you sleep with his cock buried deep in you

So that each time you'd stir in your sleep or move even just a little; you'd remember - that you're his.

[luninosity]

It’s @whumptober2020 time again! For prompt 10 – “they look so pretty when they bleed,” specific prompts: blood loss/trail of blood; AND prompt 15 – “into the unknown,” specifically magical healing!

 Time for some more Evanstan with witch!Seb! This story takes place in the same universe as “every inch of north and south.” Warnings for...blood & magically inflicted injuries? I promise he’s going to be fine though! It’s magical healing, after all!

#

Chris steps in through the side door of Sebastian’s magician’s consultation rooms, where the wards know him as Seb’s boyfriend; he’s tired but cheerful, because it’s been a productive day of meetings about the directorial project he’s taking on for fun, the film about rescue dogs, and also he’s brought coffee for Seb from that new place down the street they’ve been meaning to try.

 He’s expecting the familiar tickle of Seb’s magic, and he smiles, the way Seb’s wards generally smile back, all warm and smoky and glittery as opals.

 The magic is familiar. It recognizes him. But it’s also wrong. Frantic. Scurrying. Spiking. Singing and shouting, sounds Chris doesn’t quite physically hear but feels—

 He’s not a witch the way Sebastian is. But he is magic-sensitive, kind of adjacent to it and aware of it if it’s happening, and he’s Seb’s boyfriend. Sebastian’s magic knows that.

 The hairs at the nape of his neck stand up. His skin prickles.

 He takes another step. “Seb? Sebastian?”

 No answer. But Sebastian’s protective magic’s shrieking now, a cacophony of clashing melodies and scents and textures—burning scarlet and blinding gold and copper on Chris’s tongue and whistles in his ears—and it wraps coils around his wrists and ankles and begs for his help—

 He runs. Shoving coffee onto Seb’s table next to the silver scrying bowl. Heart twisting in his chest at the sight of neatly labeled herb-bottles and jars on the shelf, at Seb’s black leather jacket tossed over a chair, as if Sebastian’d expected to be right back—

 “Sebastian? You in here?” Something nags at his brain; his eyes catch up after a second.

 A space on the wall rack. A missing knife. The silver one, the moon-knife.

 Sebastian’s protected against most ordinary blades, but magicians sometimes need to offer drops of blood. Seb’s got a few specific knives for that purpose, which means a few weaknesses. Chris tries to breathe. To think.

 Sebastian doesn’t have any specific enemies, not that he knows about; magicians can be envious and prickly and wary, but Sebastian’s generous and happy and clever and kind, and good at warding-spells, also.

 But Seb had said—something, that morning—something about being asked to consult on a local case, a missing child, and of course he’d said yes, and Chris had nodded because that was a good thing, of course…but Sebastian hadn’t said it’d be anything difficult…

 Or had he? By not saying so, by smiling, by kissing Chris as a distraction?

 Sebastian’s a good witch but—in his own words—not anywhere near the sorcerers of legend. Gifted at cures and summonings and counter-curses, not at leveling mountains or flattening enemy armies. And he and Chris have only been a them for three months—maybe Seb hadn’t wanted him to worry…

 Chris is worried now. Chris is fucking terrified now. “Seb! If you’re here, if you can hear me—say something, come on—”

 Magic pulls at his arm, insistent. Wind howls past his ears, though nothing in the main consultation room physically stirs.

 He spins in the direction of the tugging. Of the two doors plus small staircase, one leads to Seb’s distillery and store-room; the other’s the private workroom, for anything that can’t be handled out in the sunny front space. The staircase goes up to Sebastian’s bedroom-slash-library, with the books on astronomy and the low cozy bed with the decadent satin sheets, where they’ve spent a lot of enjoyable time.

 The door to the private workroom has a small trickle of red underneath it, seeping out.

 Chris stares at it for a second. Then throws himself that way.

 The knob, heavy and bronze, doesn’t turn. Chris slams a hand against thick wood. “Sebastian!”

 No sound.

 “Sebastian, please! Can you—you gotta open the door, Seb—just that, you can do that—let me in, please, Seb, just try—”

 No word from Sebastian; but a click echoes through horrified silence. This time the knob turns.

 The red’s blood and the blood’s so much, a vicious trail that stretches crimson from the door to a puddle over tidy chalk lines and up to—to—

 Chris’s lips say Sebastian, without noise, even as he’s flinging himself across the room. A sizzle scratches down his spine, a hint of burning singes his arm-hair, as he crosses chalk marks; but it’s weak. He doesn’t care.

 Sebastian, lying on his back, blinks and tries to focus as Chris bends over him. He’s clearly just collapsed in place, knocking over equipment along the way. The knife lies silver and deadly amid broken ceramic bits of what looks like a coffee-mug; Sebastian can do scrying-work with anything, Chris knows, and is actually best with an object he uses daily, a coffee-cup friend, a connection. The big silver bowl in the consultation room’s mostly for effect.

 Sebastian’s bleeding from—from everywhere, all over, red soaking his shirt and jeans, Chris’s jeans where he’s kneeling in the puddle, Sebastian’s hair—red streaks Seb’s face, his nose and mouth, his ears, his bared and laid-bare arms, which Chris almost can’t look at because of the raw—

 He clamps hands over the closest wrist. Sebastian’s blood’s hot. Sticky. “Seb—oh god—”

 Sebastian coughs. Starts to talk, coughs again, then manages, “Oh, hey…love you…”

 “Jesus fucking Christ. Seb—I love you, of course I—what, how, what can I—no, no, oh god, Seb—”

 “Not…as bad…as it looks…”

 “It looks like you’re fucking dying!”

 “Well…not quite…that was his plan…but it’s not all me…the water…”

 Chris looks more closely. It’s true: it’s not all Sebastian’s blood. The water from the coffee mug’s thinned it and spread it out and contributed to the pool.

 Contributed to. Not all of. He’s keeping hands over Sebastian’s left arm, holding edges together. The right arm’s just as bad; Seb’s still horribly injured, blood pulsing under Chris’s fingers, making them slippery. “What can I do?”

 “I’m…trying to…heal it.” Sebastian’s face is white. His eyes stand out against the lack of color: that silvery grey-blue Chris loves so much, now etched with pain. “We found her…the girl…it wasn’t that hard, I’m good at talking to the earth…and to water…I just…wasn’t expecting to fight an amateur warlock for her…I won, obviously…”

 “Obviously…”

 “He’s not dead, don’t worry…I don’t do that…just in custody…sort of very not conscious, I think. Him, not me.”

 “Let me help,” Chris pleads, hands wet, jeans wet, workroom wet with hideous ruby splashes. “Please. Anything.”

 “I can’t…” Seb coughs again. Then shuts his eyes. When he opens them his voice is noticeably weaker. “I can’t ask you to…”

 “You’re not. I’m offering. I love you, Seb. I said fucking anything. Do it. I’m here.”

 “It’ll hurt.” Sebastian’s trying hard to sound more all right, and failing. “Chris…”

 “Don’t you fucking dare ask me if I’m sure.”

 “No…I know you are.” A ghost of a smile hovers at the corner of Seb’s mouth: bittersweet, evanescent, affectionate. “Okay. I can stop it…I think…but I could use an anchor…more strength…getting kind of tired, here…but you’re good at awareness, at being present…”

 “I am.” He presses harder. Some of the cuts are healing—he can see them—but not enough. “I can do that. What do you need me to do?”

 “Look at me,” Sebastian whispers. “Look at me, think about me…about who I am, who you think of…when you think of me…and just relax, be open, let me in…”

 Chris draws a wobbly breath. Lets it out. Keeps his hands over the deepest slash. Focuses on Sebastian’s face, Sebastian’s eyes.

 Sebastian, he thinks. Bright and beautiful, ridiculous and generous. Made of stories and magic, a smile through a coffee-scented drift of steam, a love of pizza and outer space and other people. Pure joy in running around the woods on a hike, by turns jumping out at Chris from behind trees or just talking to said trees, running a hand over them, starting conversations.

 Sebastian’s eyes are cool and sweet, shimmering like mist and starlight. Chris finds himself distantly aware of the rest of the world—his hands trying to hold Seb together, the way his jeans stick to his legs, the hardness of the workroom floor—but it’s all going dimmer now, far away.

 More, if Seb needs that. More intimate, more personal. In bed, under him, laughing and fearless. Sebastian sprawled out half atop him, cat-napping, both of them naked and contented in sunshine. The smoothness of Seb’s skin, the dip where his back curves into his ass, the soft little sound he makes when Chris caresses him just right.

 Sebastian doesn’t say anything aloud, but Chris feels something like a yes, rose-pink and amber-laced and dancing like eighties rock music because Seb likes Bon Jovi: Sebastian’s magic, worn thin but glinting and prismatic, reaches out. It draws him in.

 He’s always thought Sebastian’s magic felt and tasted like light, so many kinds of light: wry cool moonbeams and lazy honeyed sun-thrumming and mischievous star-twinkles and quiet shafts of shyly happy radiance unexpectedly hiding in deep green pools. The burst of airiness from a cloud-like meringue. Whipped cream and edible gold dust. The kiss of sun through water in a lake. The hushed glowing of candles, lit with a thought, pooling liquid along entwined bodies.

 Right now the light’s present—Chris can feel it, can taste it—but very ragged, scarlet-tinged. It asks without words, wistful; Sebastian’s giving him one last chance to duck out, he understands. Sebastian isn’t sure that Chris should have to do this, maybe because it’s only been three quick months, maybe because Seb himself wants this so badly—Chris can feel that the same way he can feel how much Seb loves him; no lying here in this place—and Seb is consequently afraid it can’t be true.

 Fuck that, he thinks: you saved me once already, you save me every day I get to kiss you, you make my life more full of magic; let me save you; I love you.

 And Sebastian laughs: stunned, grateful, overwhelmed. And accepts.

 Pain hits first. White-hot and searing. Chris can’t even scream. Can’t think. Can’t process the sensations. If that’s what Seb’s been feeling—how is he even talking, how is he alive, how—

 Sebastian does something else, some tug at a thread in the embroidery of shades of light around them. The pain ebbs: not gone, but covered over by clean wintergreen and mint. The sense this time’s vaguely apologetic, though distracted: Seb’s having to juggle a lot of those threads, with no energy to spare.

 Chris shakes his head. Tries to project don’t worry about me, I can take it that direction. Sebastian does a sort of mental headshake right back at him, and then—

 It’s the strangest feeling. Not bad, not exactly—but dizzying. Stomach-flipping. Vertiginous. The light’s laced itself into his head, his gut, his chest—and it pulls gently and tugs and draws something out of him, taking it in, leaving him lightheaded as it drains.

 His heart thumps faster. He’s off-balance, shaken. And it’s something like a release as well, not orgasmic but close, something like Sebastian stroking him or sucking him until the climax rushes up and out involuntarily, nothing he can do to hold it back, as he shudders and cries out at the flood of release, emptying himself into Seb’s mouth or hand or body.

 The world still tastes like mint, and a little like pain, hot and copper and iron-sharp, but Seb’s shielding him from the worst of it, he’s aware.

 He can feel Sebastian’s magician’s fingertips skillfully taking each strand, each bit of Chris’s energy, and patiently painstakingly reweaving pieces of self: closing wounds, connecting tendons, knitting veins back together. Chris stays very quiet, holding more pieces of Sebastian in his mind as an anchor, and watches him work.

 He doesn’t know how long it takes. Time doesn’t matter, not here.

 He knows he’s growing more tired, more hollowed out; he can feel that. Giving himself, and gladly—but even as he thinks that, the draining eases, and recedes, and backs away.

 Sebastian’s breathing more easily. Sebastian’s arm’s whole, under his hands; Chris blinks, discovers that he has hands, that he can see and feel a world that isn’t diaphanous and timeless and made of light. He’s sticky with drying watery blood, his jeans are ruined, and he’s starving; Sebastian, still lying in the same spot on the floor, opens both eyes. His skin’s less white, and the blood on his face is dried, not new.

 Chris holds his hand, his arm; runs fingertips over bright pink tender flesh, new-made skin. Gazes at Seb, amazed, in awe, thankful.

 “So,” Sebastian says, visibly exhausted but with sparkling eyes, “candles? And…whipped cream?”

 “It’s how you feel.” He touches Seb’s arm again. “Light. You’re not…it’s not finished. All the way.” It’s not: he can see the lines, the tracks. Closed over, safe and not spilling life anymore, but not gone.

 “It’s enough for now.” Seb pushes himself up on an elbow, gingerly; he makes a face as his sleeve lands in a puddle. His shirt’s tattered and slashed open as well; so are his jeans. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

 “I’m not—”

 “If I took much more I would. Trust me.” His eyes meet Chris’s again, less magically hypnotic this time; then flinch, glancing away from the admission of potential harm. “It’s kind of my job. Knowing how far to go. As a professional. And I can do the rest, just more slowly. Are you—”

 “I’m fine!” Drained and wobbly, like he’s just run two back-to-back marathons, and his stomach’s growling. But Seb’s alive. “Should you be sitting up? What else can I do?”

 Sebastian’s expression goes through several emotions, and then he just says, “Chris,” a sigh, a giving in; and he reaches out, and Chris puts both arms around him right there on the messy workroom floor, holding on.

 “I love you,” Seb murmurs after a moment, head resting on Chris’s chest. “I wanted—I might’ve been okay, I was trying hard, I wanted to be—but I wasn’t sure. I was scared. I kept thinking about you, and wanting to see you, and then you were here…”

 “I’m here.” He squeezes more tightly. “Brought you coffee. I had been kinda thinking we could order pizza and stay in, y’know, kind of a long day for both of us…”

 “And then you walked in and found me.” Sebastian tips his head to look up at Chris more. “Sorry.”

 “Hey, you were saving a kid.” He runs a hand over Seb’s hair. They both need a shower. Maybe like three showers. “My hero.”

 “And you saved me. It’ll rebuild—the energy I borrowed, I mean—over a day or so, I think. How’re you feeling?”

 “Hungry,” Chris says truthfully.

 Sebastian stares at him, and then dissolves into giggles: loopy, tired, relieved, and above all real. “Of course…of course, yes, always, after a major working…so am I…oh, Chris. My Chris. Yes.”

 “Yours,” Chris agrees, equally truthful and wholehearted. “What can I do, though? For you? You’ll need to rest, right?”

 Sebastian scrunches up his nose. “Shower? And…yes. We both should, really.”

 “Shower,” Chris concurs firmly, and carefully gets him up off the bloodstained floor.

 He holds onto Sebastian in the shower. He holds Sebastian while red slides away down the drain. He tenderly cleans Sebastian’s skin, trying hard to keep touches weightless over recent and sensitive repairs. He kneads shampoo through Sebastian’s hair.

 The scent of apples and soap rises around them, light and bracing. Sebastian tips his head back, eyes closed, water sliding down his face. He’s beautiful and tired and trusting, letting Chris keep him on his feet. Chris’s heart flutters.

 The world grows easier, steadier, cleansed.

 He tucks Sebastian into bed, gently, after. The workroom will handle its own clean-up—Sebastian’s got a spell in place for that, and it’s automatic—but their clothes’re probably a lost cause; Chris attempts a quick rinse and then just leaves the whole disaster in the shower for later. He can deal with it if Sebastian needs to recover.

 Seb’s half-asleep and drifting, a long-legged enervated kitten, but stretches out a clumsy hand to find Chris’s. “You should rest too.”

 “I will. I’m ordering pizza. Pepperoni okay?” He is, poking his phone, salvaged from a pocket; he plays with Seb’s fingers in his, sitting on the side of the bed. They’re more slender than his own, but long and graceful and talented in so many ways. Magical. “Shower, food, rest. What else?”

 Seb yawns. Pink and red streak his arms and his chest, a reminder; Chris can’t not glance at the marks, unable to help it. “Well…if you wouldn’t mind…there’s a jar on the third shelf, downstairs…yarrow and lemon balm…”

 “Got it.” He hops up. Throws on sweatpants. Returns with the requested jar and some trail mix and some orange juice, and eases himself into bed beside Sebastian, who smiles tiredly at him.

 Chris feeds Sebastian some trail mix, gives him some sips of juice; has some himself. He’s not a witch but he does know about exertion and depletion, and this’ll help. The pizza—from their favorite local place—will be here in twenty minutes, too.

 The food does seem to help. Sebastian sits up more, with pillows and Chris’s arm; Chris’s stomach feels better. Low lamplight paints the room in jeweled color, because Sebastian’s bedside lamp is set with tiny lapidary bits of glass. It’s soft and warm and rich, tracing light-patterns over the bed, the blankets, Sebastian’s hair.

 Chris dips fingers into spell-infused balm, and begins to stroke it across Seb’s arm. The night takes a breath, scented with healing herbs and protective lemon, and unwinds. Tension ebbs, dwindles, fades: not wholly gone but ameliorated. Sebastian’s ward-spells are quiet and pleased.

 He’d thought he’d gotten used to dating a magician. He mostly has: he’s purely delighted when he gets to watch Seb help people, find lost puppies, talk to raindrops. He adores Sebastian’s genius and Seb’s playful sense of humor and Seb’s cheerful way of getting the strings of the universe to play along.

 He’d forgotten, or maybe just not thought about, the fact that his boyfriend’s one of the most genuinely powerful white witches currently practicing. Someone the authorities ask when they need assistance. Someone who can fight a warlock at a distance and win.

 Seb says he’s not that powerful and laughs about it, but he’s comparing himself to centuries-old stories: no one’s that strong, not these days. Sebastian’s better than he admits to being, though. Good enough that other people come to him for advice. That includes other white witches; Chris knows Sebastian’s done some consultations with colleagues before.

 Chris Evans is a director, an actor, a producer of movie-magic stories. Good at empathy, moderately famous these days, and power-sensitive, a little. It’s not nothing, but it’s not the same.

 He keeps his touch cautious, not wanting to put any pressure on newly made skin. “How’s this?”

 “Good.” Seb yawns again, sleepy. “It’ll help…healing, renewing…’s an old classical recipe, this one…stored power, infused in it, kind of…it shouldn’t even scar, with this.”

 “So it won’t cost you anything, like, in terms of power, right now.” He touches Seb’s chest, spreads balm across a thin angry line. “Tell me if I’m hurting you.”

 “You’re not.” Sebastian gazes up at him: gorgeous as ever, brilliant as ever, powerful as ever, and right now vulnerable and somehow younger, framed by a navy satin pillowcase and the familiarity of them both mostly naked in this bed. “Thank you.”

 “Don’t,” Chris says, heart aching with the word, with too many complicated emotions, with love. “You don’t have to say it.”

 “But—”

 “You’d do it for me.”

 “If you ever for some reason had to fight a warlock, I would. You said you had a long day too…?”

 “Long, but good.” His hand over Sebastian’s tanned skin, his fingertips bringing healing. Sebastian’s chest lifting and falling, vital and present. “Getting things moving on the heroic rescue dogs movie. Lots of the boring stuff today—logistics, budget, all that—but it’s stuff that has to happen first, so it’s kinda fun, y’know?”

 Sebastian just looks at him for a second; the smile warms every atom of those opal oceans, and makes the small joyous lines around them crinkle.

 Chris has to laugh, half-embarrassed, paying some closer attention to healing balm and a darker less-knitted red line. “Okay, what?”

 “I love you.” Seb reaches up to touch his wrist. “I just…I’m really glad you’re here.”

 “Me too? Um. About you.”

 “Not just tonight, I mean.”

 “Hey,” Chris says, heart in his throat, in his words, in his eyes as he looks at Sebastian, “I’m glad I was here tonight. I want to be here, Seb, okay? I’m not going anywhere.”

 Sebastian’s cheeks are pinker now, but he nods. “I’m here too.”

 “I know you are.”

 “Tell me about your meetings,” Seb requests drowsily, “and all about your movie, again, and the dogs,” and Chris laughs a little, scrubs a hand over his treacherously damp eyes, and does, while gently treating Sebastian’s battle scars in between nibbles of food and traded kisses.

[alirhi]

I can't believe I'm doing this lol...

I might throw up. I almost never post the stuff I write just for me. I'll occasionally send a funny chunk to a friend or whatever, but not open myself up to public scrutiny. I'm aware I've said all this before lol but bear with me, okay?

It's lazy writing (as is... literally all of my fanfiction XD) but I feel like it's coming out fairly decent for what it is, so I thought I'd share a little bit. If you hate it or aren't interested, just ignore it, 'kay? if for some reason you don't hate it, lmk. there's more

Pairing: Sebastian Stan/author (hey, can't say you weren't warned. yes, it's self-insert) Warnings: 18+. I will always mark my writing 18+ even if it never gets explicit. Adult themes, smut is mentioned (but no, not explicit), Seb does something dumb and OOC for him but it served my purpose so whatever XD

After arriving in Manhattan - and eventually finding a place to park; fuck, she hated New York! - she'd ducked into a Starbucks to collect herself and psych herself up a bit. Instead, she was psyching herself out. This was the dumbest, craziest idea she'd ever had, in a thirty-plus-year string of dumb and crazy ideas. This was never going to work. She was never even going to find him! There were millions of people crammed into this putrid petri dish of humanity. There was absolutely no chance she would-

For fuck's sake, was that really him?! Ever vigilant as a lone woman in unfamiliar surroundings, she'd taken a seat in the far corner of the shop, facing the front door. She wasn't looking for anyone in particular, not in here; she was simply making damn sure no one could come up behind her. Still, her position gave her a perfect view of most of the room, and especially the door. Her eyes widened as she watched a very familiar figure in a blue baseball cap enter and head for the counter.

As he neared, she got a clear look at his handsome face, and her heart felt like it suddenly stopped. Yep. That was him. Sebastian fucking Stan had just walked into this random-ass Starbucks she'd only come into to get out of the overwhelming bustle and noise of the city so she could think. She knew he lived somewhere in Manhattan, but wasn't Manhattan rather...large? It was certainly daunting to drive through; all of NYC was.

"Hey."

She flinched, blinking rapidly as she realized that not only had she been staring, but her eyes had dried out. "Hi."

Sebastian smiled, glanced around the busy shop, and asked somewhat tentatively, "Mind if I join you? Just til my coffee's ready."

Like she would say 'no' to anything this man asked of her! With a soft smile she hoped looked less nervous than she felt, she moved her bag off the other chair and gestured. "Of course. And you don't have to leave right away, unless you have somewhere to be. I don't bite." Jesus, that was smoother than she'd ever thought herself capable of! Where the fuck had that come from?!

His smile widened as he sat down, sharp blue eyes never leaving her face. She hoped she wasn't blushing. "Thanks. I don't actually have anywhere to be; I just got home."

"How was LA?" At his look of surprise, she flashed him a wry smile. "I can't just sit here and pretend not to know who you are. It feels creepy and manipulative."

Laughing and making her feel like her heart would burst with joy, Sebastian shrugged and nodded. "I appreciate that. And I really appreciate you treating me like a normal person."

"If you were a normal person," she teased, "I'd have told you to fuck off. I don't trust attractive men; they're usually narcissistic douche bags."

"I can't tell if you're calling me ugly or a douche bag."

She laughed, grateful for the playful glint in his eyes that showed her he wasn't actually offended. "Neither! I'm just saying, if I hadn't seen clips of you on youtube being all awkward and sweet, I'd be afraid to let you near me. You're way too gorgeous." With a wink that made him laugh, she added, "You're in your own separate category."

"So that's how you categorize all the men of the world?" He grinned, nudging her foot with his own. "Ugly, jerks, or awkward?"

"It's actually even more general than that. In my experience all humans are either ugly inside or ugly outside." Smile softening from mocking to a sort of wistful fondness, she told him, "From what you've shown the world, you're neither. Makes me wonder if you're even human sometimes."

"You caught me." Sebastian laughed again, joking even as he stood to get his coffee, "I'm an alien."

"So that's why you're so in love with space! Homesick?"

"Yeah, I guess so!" She loved how freely he laughed, and when he invited her to leave the crowded café and go for a walk with him, she readily agreed. "So what's your deep, dark secret?"

She blinked, staring at him. "What do you mean?"

His mischievous grin made her heart race and heat pool somewhere she didn't want to be thinking about with him standing right next to her. "You torture puppies, or are you an alien?"

He was calling her beautiful. The second she got the joke, she could feel her face turning bright red and she giggled, hastily looking away. "I definitely don't torture puppies."

"So you're an alien."

She could feel him looming over her as they both stopped and moved over to let other pedestrians move around them. Though she was afraid to, she forced herself to look up and was immediately entranced by those captivating blue eyes. "Maybe I'm a fairy."

"You're certainly pretty enough to be."

"Fucking hell, Sebastian, if you get any closer to me I will not be held responsible for what I do to you." She smirked, trying to lighten the mood and take the charge out of the air between them before she made too much of an ass out of herself. "Even with the coffee breath."

He laughed, but the tension didn't dissipate. If anything, the charge and the heat between them only increased. "Maybe you should put something else in my mouth, then."

Damn, this man could flirt! She accidentally knocked the hat off his head as she got a grip on that luscious dark hair and tugged him closer; he didn't seem to notice. He set his coffee down on a nearby window ledge. One hand cupping her jaw and the other grabbing her ass, he yanked her tight against him and thoroughly plundered her mouth with that long tongue she'd spent months fantasizing about. He did taste like coffee, which was a little off-putting - she'd bought a bottle of water in Starbucks; she hated coffee - but she didn't even care. The most perfect man in the universe was holding her tight and kissing her breathless, and she wasn't about to let anything ruin this moment.

Someone else ruined the moment when they cleared their throat. When she saw she had their attention, the fidgeting girl held Sebastian's cap out to him in a slightly shaking hand. "Sorry... Is this your hat?"

Finally realizing they were out in public in broad daylight, the pair sprang apart with awkward chuckles. Sebastian thanked the girl and crammed the fallen hat back onto his head, took a selfie with her when he realized she knew who he was, and sent her on her way. "That moment's gonna be all over the internet."

A nervous giggle bubbled up from her chest, somehow making it past where her pounding heart was lodged in her throat. "Hopefully just the selfie." His cynical scoff caught her off guard and she flinched, glancing around. "I hate that paparazzi shit. No one has any right to be taking pictures of you that you don't consent to and pose for, just like no one should be spreading details about you or your life that you didn't make public, yourself."

The look he gave her then was strange; almost as if he was calculating, or trying to read her. Unsure what that was all about, she simply looked right back at him, being as open as she could. Apparently reaching a decision, he told her softly, "I live like two blocks away."

That seemed random to her. She shrugged, offering him a slightly perplexed smile. "Okay...? That explains why you go to that Starbucks, I guess."

Sebastian laughed and hooked his arm around her waist, tugging her down the sidewalk. "You're adorable. And I'm trusting your adorable ass not to tell anyone."

...Oh. Eyes so wide they hurt, she stared up at him as he guided her down the street. He was taking her back to his place?! The more logical part of her brain was flabbergasted by the idea of this man just casually bringing a total stranger home, while the rest of her was just eager to get him behind closed doors and tear his clothes off. Obviously, the primitive, horny part of her brain won by a landslide, and she didn't say a word.

She noticed that Sebastian was chugging his iced coffee as they walked, and had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. He was going to have to pee so bad when they got to his apartment. Plus, she'd seen him hyped up on caffeine; it was hilarious.

"Make yourself comfortable," he told her as he closed the door behind them, already making a hasty beeline through the place. "I'll be right back."

Yup. She snickered as she settled on the edge of the couch. Straight to the bathroom. She tried not to fidget as she glanced around, but his apartment was just so sterile. Aside from the books on his desk, it didn't even look like anyone lived here, really. The blank white walls hurt her eyes and were starting to set off her anxiety; she dropped her gaze to the sofa and felt the tension ooze out of her muscles as her overactive brain took in the soothing dark gray color of it and slowly relaxed. At least he had a thing for dark furniture.

"You look so rigid all of a sudden."

She shrugged, glancing up at him. "I don't know what I'm doing here. I mean, I think I know why you brought me here, but..."

Oh gods, and there was that soft, kind smile she'd only ever seen in pictures. It, like the rest of him, was so much more beautiful in person. "Having second thoughts?"

More like first thoughts. "Aren't you? You don't know me; literally the only thing you know about me is that I know you're famous."

"And that you're a cynical introvert," he told her with a grin, settling on the couch beside her. "And that you're respectful of boundaries. That all seemed like a pretty good start to me. Hey-" He nudged her, making her smile. "Alien to fairy, I didn't bring you here to push you into anything. Pretty sure that would push me right into the douche bag category."

Giggling a little, she shook her head. "Nope. I'm too big a fan to ever think that about you. You can do no wrong in my eyes, alien."

"Hey, even aliens can make mistakes or do some fucked up shit. I mean, have you seen Independence Day?"

She laughed outright at that, poking his side. "Fair enough. But I somehow doubt that you're planning a genocide, so..."

"Nope." He shook his head, still grinning impishly. "No genocide on my calendar. Just hanging out with this beautiful, really cool fairy I met at a Starbucks today. Maybe satisfying her every carnal desire before she leaves, if she's up for it... Maybe just talking for a while or watching a movie. We'll see."

She could feel her face heating up again, but when Sebastian leaned in for a kiss, she eagerly let him. That was when it finally dawned on her that his mad dash for the bathroom had actually been to brush his teeth. He'd taken her coffee breath joke to heart and sucked his drink down so he could kiss her with minty fresh breath. Gods, he was so sweet it hurt!

That settled it in her mind; anxiety be damned. If he wanted it, there was no way this man wasn't getting laid. How many men would go this far out of their way to make a total stranger more comfortable when he shoved his tongue down her throat?

"What do you want," he whispered against her lips, stroking her hair, "my pretty red fairy?"

"All of it." She pulled him back with her as she stretched out on the couch, biting her lip when he automatically settled between her long legs. "Whatever you're willing to give."

"Tap out any time," he assured her as he reached under her dress, fingers dancing feather-light up her thigh. "I promise I won't be a dick about it."

"Same for you, gorgeous." With a slightly evil smirk, she rolled them over and straddled him, yanking her dress up and off. "I've been told I can be a little intense."

She squeaked before she could stop herself when he yanked her down with one strong hand on her back and drew a nipple into his mouth. She felt his tongue swirling against her flesh and shuddered, growing wetter by the second.

"I can handle it, princess." And then he was surging upright, and then to his feet, never releasing her from his grip. With her still clinging to him like a barnacle in nothing but her panties, he kissed her again and started heading toward the stairs. "But we're not fucking on my couch when there's a perfectly good bed right up there in the loft."

"Probably wise," she agreed with a giggle, tangling her fingers in his hair. "I'm already soaked. Wouldn't wanna ruin the infamous couch."

Sebastian groaned, but he was grinning. "Oh, don't bring him up now, girl!"

"Your couch is a dude?" She could tell he knew she was joking, but the glint in his eyes promised retribution if she didn't drop it... And then he dropped her like a sack of potatoes onto his bed, and she shrieked, startled.

From there, the day passed by in a blur. They cuddled and talked for hours, they paused once or twice for food, and, of course, they fucked like rabbits. She quickly learned that there was nothing Sebastian wasn't fucking amazing at. Typically, she was the quiet type in bed, but there were moments this talented bastard had her nearly screaming. The things this man could do with that tongue alone...!

But the moments she cherished were the quiet ones. When one or both of them needed a break and they would just lie there in each other's arms, and she could hear his pounding heart and knew he could feel hers. Once their breathing became less labored, they would begin to speak; voices low, as if afraid to shatter the silence and bring the outside world crashing down on them. They talked about everything and nothing, sharing past hurts never forgotten, and secret desires, dreams they were afraid to chase or simply knew were forever out of their reach. By the time night fell, she'd lost count of how many times one or both of them had broken and dissolved into tears in the other's embrace.

"You're so easy to talk to," he murmured once, the teary smile she couldn't see in the dark audible in his soft voice. "I know it's dumb, but I feel like I can trust you."

"You can," she was quick to assure him, kissing his jaw and loving the way his stubble rasped against her skin. "Nothing leaves this space, Sebastian. Anything you tell me stays right here. I promise."

He flinched then, as if suddenly remembering something, and nearly dislodged her. She settled herself more comfortably on his chest and waited. "You still haven't told me your name." They both laughed at that, and she felt a hot blush creeping up her face. Thank the gods it was dark. "I've just been calling you random pet names all day."

"Princess and Kitten were my favorites," she told him with a grin, licking his nipple. "But if you must know... My name is Ali."

"Ali." The way he said her name made her shiver, and then he was on her again and her last semi-coherent thought was holy shit, does this man ever run out of energy? Not that she was complaining.

In the end, they both fell asleep before she could even think about the long drive home ahead of her, much less the astronomical parking fee she'd be facing... or the reason she had actually come to New York in the first place.

[imaginesandsmut]

On The Wooden Desk

Count: 1437

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Fem!reader

Warnings: smut, oral and Sebastian Stan’s allure.

Sebastian has been memorising his lines for his new movie roll for 3 days straight and, of course, you miss him. Finally getting sick of it, walking into his office and undressing in front of him is bound to get his attention.

You and Sebastian have only been dating for about a year now, but of course he adds on the 2 years you have been best friends. He always says “been with her for 3 years, one of them in which I could actually get some”, you’d have you clamp your hand over his mouth as he laughs at your reaction.

Normally, Sebastian is very clingy, he’s always holding onto your waist at events or has his arm wrapped over your shoulders when watching a movie at home. For the past 3 days, Seb has been pouring himself over his work and as much as you love his passion and dedication to his work, you’ve become extremely annoyed by the lack of large hands on your body.

You have now found yourself walking down the hallway of his apartment, dragging your fingers along the wall before you find yourself at the entrance of his study. You lean on the doorframe and cross your arms over your chest, watching Seb work. He is seated at his wooden desk that faces towards the door your standing at, scruffy stubble and grey sweatpants on display for you to admire. His eyebrows are furrowed and his lips are mouthing the words he’s reading on the page, he hasn’t even noticed your presence.

You shuffle on your feet to get some attention, Seb looks up and smiles. “Hey baby.”

“Hey”.

Seb glances over your frame before letting his eyes fall back to the script in his hands, “everything okay?”

You uncross your arms and slowly walk towards the front of his desk, letting the large cardigan you’re wearing fall to the floor. Sebastian’s eyes flicker up to you for a split second before going pack to the page, “whatcha doin?”

“Nothing,” You’re smiling as you’re left only in a large t-shirt and large sweatpants (both Sebastian’s). Seb gives you a confused glare before mumbling the words in front of him, again.

Now you’re annoyed. Slowly, you sway your hips and shimmy yourself out of his sweatpants. Now that got Sebastian’s attention, his face is turned towards the page but his eyes look up at you. When you’re left only in his t-shirt, legs bare, Seb coughs a little and shuffles in his seat. You wanted to tease him a little so you turned around and bent down to pick up your discarded clothes, wiggling your butt a little before standing back up and placing them on one of the chairs in the room.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” His voice wavered as he adjusted himself again, trying not to get distracted.

“Just getting comfortable,” you smile at him as you make your way to stand directly in front of the desk, “am I doing something wrong?”

“Not exactly.”

“Good.”

You know he’s trying not to stare at your breasts or legs because you both know that once he does it, he’s allowed you to think your behaviour is okay. He can’t be roped in, but by god does he want to. But he can’t help it, Seb’s eyes go over your body and back up to your face. He hoped you didn’t catch him but you did, letting a smile grace your features.

“You know what.” You let your voice become sultry as you dragged a finger from your thigh and up your waist, lifting your t-shirt in the process. “I think it’s illegal to stay away from your girlfriend for this long.”

Your finger gets high enough to expose the underside of your boobs, you notice Seb sucks in a breath as he stares at your chest and the action you’re making. Before your finger gets too high and exposes your entire breast, you drop your hand and put it over your underwear.

“God, you’re beautiful” Seb mumbles as he watches you pleasure yourself through your underwear, “but i need to work, Y/N.”

“Then work.” You tilt your head back to expose your neck, you’re still standing in front of his desk but your knees are getting weak. You take your hand away from yourself and walk around the desk, Seb doesn’t dare move as you push his chair back to seat yourself on the desk in front of him. Script forgotten and pushed to the side.

“Fuck it.” Sebastian groans before standing up and crashing his lips onto yours. His hands pull your legs apart as he goes to stand in-between them, gripping your hips and grinding himself onto you.

Seb pinches your butt and you squeal, allowing him access to your mouth with a groan. His hands lift the shirt you’re wearing and throw it to the floor, Seb goes to massaging your boobs in his hands. Your hands go up to grip his hair and tug on it, his lifts his head up and throws it back with a heavenly moan. You look up at him as he brings his head to look down at you with a dark look.

“You’re very intoxicating.” He whispers as he dips his head to your neck, nipping and sucking.

You giggle at the first contact before moaning at his actions, “I knew I’d be able to get you to stop working.”

*Silence*

Sebastian looks down at your underwear then back up at you, “do it again.”

“What?”

Sebastian lifts his head from your neck and looks into your eyes again, grabbing hold of your hand and dragging it to your covered pussy. You look up at him questionably before he tells you to move your fingers. You finally understand and move your digits over your bud, throwing your head back at the pleasure.

Your eyes are closed as you feel Sebastian’s hands leave your body, you lift your head and see him dragging his chair up to sit down, his face level with your area. He watches your movements as he drags his index finger over the waistband of your underwear, breathing heavily.

After a few moments of you pleasuring yourself through your underwear and Sebastian watching, he gripped your wrist and pulled you away from yourself. Pulling down your underwear and kissing you right where you needed it most.

“Oh god, Seb.”

“I love you so much, baby.”

“I love you, too.” You moaned out, hands gripping his hair as his tongue pleasures you.

“I should punish you.” Seb says before diving back in, adding his two fingers and pumping.

All the movements that’s happening is bringing you to a high, your gasps and his groans could be heard throughout the whole apartment but before you could orgasm, Sebastian pulled himself away from you.

“But I won’t. Not now.” He stands up and pulls his shirt off, you can’t even move yourself to help him. “I just need you.”

Sebastian drops his shirt and pulls down both his sweatpants and underwear, pulling you closer. Before Seb does anything, he looks into your eyes for confirmation. When you give him a nod, Sebastian pushes his length into you. You both let out a loud moan, adjusting to each other before making any other movements. You buck your hips as a sign for him to move and once you do, Sebastian pumps into you. Sebastian’s head finding itself in the curve of your neck as your nails rake down his back.

“Tell me you’re mine.” Sebastian held your hips firmly as he rocks in and out of you.

“I’m yours.”

“Louder.” He groans, moving faster and harder. His lips dragging over your shoulder.

“I’m yours!” You scream, creating scratch marks over his shoulders as Sebastian hits a place that sends you into euphoria. Your moans and squeezing send Sebastian into his own high, still moving you hips to milk the orgasm.

Once you have both calmed down, Sebastian gives you a soft kiss before pulling out of you and picking his t-shirt off the floor to clean you up. Sebastian then walks over to get the shirt and sweatpants you were previously wearing and carefully dresses you, kissing every part of you to show his affection.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N.”

“Then you shouldn’t ignore me for so long.” You half joke but also half of you means it.

“I won’t, just very caught up in this new role.” He smiles at you, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

“I hope it doesn’t require you to have your shirt off because you look like you’ve been mauled.” You giggle as you stare at the reflection of his back in the painting’s picture frame behind him.

“Thank you, my angel.” He laughs too and tickles your sides, watching you squirm around and hit his arms.

[chaossmagic]

fic: now i see daylight

so, first, a disclaimer.

this fic is highly personal and somewhat self-indulgent; it deals with very heavy themes of mental illness, signs of mental ill-health, and explicitly has a character discuss the intention to self-harm. 

it’s something that i care a lot about writing about because i feel like it’s so overlooked where robert’s character is concerned, and i wanted to write this to try and process some of those feelings.

this fic will not be going on ao3 for that reason.

if that hasn’t completely put you off, i hope you enjoy this and you get something from it.

sort of a ‘what if?’ scenario following on from yesterday’s episodes.

_

Robert had been tossing and turning from the moment he’d got into bed, uneasy and fretful. He’d kicked and shouted and tugged the duvet from Aaron in his sleep, one minute curling in close to him and the next rolling away, and Aaron had been at a loss of what to do to help him. There was nothing he could do, nothing he could say that would soothe him. It wasn’t as if this was Seb, grizzling and fussing, and he could hum a lullaby or make silly faces or rock him gently until he relaxed. It wasn’t something a new toy or a pillow fort on the living room floor could solve, the way it solved everything when you were almost two years old and still found yourself distracted by each new thing around you. 

This was something that was impossible to make completely okay. Aaron knew that more than most. He’d been inside. So had Liv. He knew what Robert was facing and there was nothing he could do to protect him from the life that he would soon be forced to live. The life he didn’t deserve for something that had done the world a favour; trying to get rid of Lee Posner.

So when Aaron woke at some point during the night to find his husband’s side of the bed empty, it didn’t immediately make him worry too much. Reaching out to touch the pillow, indented by the shape of Robert’s head, it was still slightly warm. Most likely, he’d gone to the kitchen for a glass of water, or to Seb’s room to see him for a bit; they both did that, sometimes, when things were stressful or emotional, because just seeing Seb’s chubby cheeks and eager arms waiting for a cuddle was enough to put a smile on their faces, however temporary.

And if Aaron was honest, he could do with seeing his son, too. With everything that had happened during the day, he hadn’t really got to spend proper time with him; he’d been with Diane, then Liv, and he’d been put to bed and was fast asleep again by the time he and Robert had had a chance to be alone with him. He needed cuddles from his favourite little man.

Rolling out of bed, registering the time on the clock - 2:42am - he quietly padded across to Seb’s room, trying not to make too much noise so he didn’t disturb Liv. The door was slightly ajar, so he pushed it open as gently as he could.

But the room was empty - no Robert, no Seb. Frowning, Aaron strained to hear any sort of noise from downstairs; footsteps, the rattle of the kettle, Seb’s babbles.

Nothing.

Feeling a tightness gripping his chest, he quickly rushed into the kitchen, casting his eyes around for any sign of his husband or son.

Nothing.

They weren’t there.

They weren’t there.

His heart hurtling towards his mouth, his palms clammy with a sudden, fearful sweat, he raced back upstairs, into Liv’s room, shaking her awake with more force than was necessary.

“Robert,” he gasped out as he blinked blearily, rubbing at her eyes with a scowl on her face. “Liv, have you seen Robert or Seb? Have you heard them around the house?”

“Whaa?” she mumbled, sitting upright, rubbing at her cheek where the pillow crease had left marks. “What time is it?”

“Liv,” Aaron said scratchily, panic rising within him now. “Liv, where’s Robert?”

“I dunno, do I?” Liv replied. “I’d thought he’d be with you, y’know, after everything that’s happened today.”

“Yeah, well, he’s not,” Aaron said, his voice starting to shake. “He’s not in bed, he’s not in Seb’s room or anywhere else in the house, and-” He took a deep, shuddering breath. “Seb’s not here, either. They’re missing, Liv.”

At that, Liv was wide awake; her eyes round as saucers, the colour drained from her face in the dimness of the room. “What?”

“They’re gone,” Aaron rasped, “they’re not here. Robert isn’t here!”

Liv jumped out of bed immediately, grabbing her trainers, and she talked as she pulled them on. “Right. Right, okay, c’mon, we’re going looking for them, it’s the middle of the night, they’re not going to be far,” she reached for an old discarded jumper, pulled it on. “Aaron!”

“What?” he said, completely frozen to the spot. He felt rooted to the ground where he stood; he couldn’t think, couldn’t even breathe. He blinked at Liv like he had just only realized she was there.

“C’mon, we have to go!” She rushed out of the room and down the stairs; Aaron followed, practically on autopilot, shoving his bare feet into his trainers that he’d left by the kitchen table. His hands shook and he could barely do up the laces.

His heart was hammering a thousand miles a minute, and only two names were in his head. Robert. Seb. Robert. Seb.

Robert.

“Aaron,” came Liv’s voice, tiny and frightened. “Aaron, the front door’s open.”

He looked up, fear making his mouth go dry. Sure enough, he could feel a draft coming in from the hall, the cold September air making the hairs on his arms stand on end. 

He should have seen this. He should have seen it. The sleepless nights, the way Robert barely ate unless someone forced him to, the faint tremors he’d seen in Robert’s hands that he tried so desperately to hide. How pale he’d been, almost like a ghost, standing in those docks and pleading guilty. The fear in tear-filled eyes when Aaron had asked him if he was scared, and he’d said, “What do you think?”

He’d been a crap husband. Instead of helping him, he’d yelled at him, and now he’d gone walkabout with his infant son in the middle of the night.

Grabbing his coat on the way, he followed Liv out the door and into the pitch-black street, the bitter air making him shiver underneath his pyjamas. It was quiet, every house dark and every village resident asleep, and Aaron could hear his own heart beating so loudly in his ears it was almost deafening. 

He tore after Liv, peering into the dark with desperation, hoping for any glimpse of Robert or Seb, some indication of where he might have gone, and every so often when they hit an orange patch of light from a streetlamp, he could see that Liv’s face was as white and scared as his own probably was.

Robert, where are you?

Aaron tried to think, tried to put himself in Robert’s shoes. If he was him, where would he go? What would he run to if he could? 

The answer came to him as clear as day.

His Mum.

And suddenly, he knew exactly where Robert was; it was like a pull underneath his skin, propelling him forward by some invisible link tethering him to Robert, showing him where to go, which path to follow.

His feet followed the path without him really having to think about it, that magnetic pull getting stronger the closer he got, Liv’s footsteps heavy behind him as she followed. 

The gate was already open; he rushed through it, trying to find his way among the graves in the dark, but it was hard to read the names and find the right section, the right row, that he was looking for. He’d come here with Robert before, he knew he was close, but he just couldn’t-

“Aaron!”

He followed to where Liv was pointing; and he found it. Found them. 

Robert, sitting on the dew-damp grass with Seb cradled in his arms, in front of his mother’s grave.

Aaron’s legs almost buckled; his breath rushed out of him in a whoosh of relief, then renewed fear as he noticed that Robert was wearing no coat or jacket, no shoes. He’d somehow managed to get a pullover on Seb, though, and Aaron recognized it as the hoodie that Chas had bought him for his birthday the previous year, the one she said would look cute because he’d match with Aaron.

“Robert,” he gasped, falling to the ground beside him, his words a frantic garble, “Oh God, Robert, are you alright? Are you hurt? What are you doing out here in the middle of the night?”

It seemed like Robert hadn’t heard him; his gaze was fixed on the headstone in front of him.

In Loving Memory of

Sarah Sugden (nee Connolly)

“I really wanted my Mum,” he whispered, his voice so hoarse he didn’t sound like Robert at all. “I needed her, Aaron, I needed my Mum and - she’s not here anymore. I can’t go to her like I want to and tell her things, I can’t ask for help or advice. I can’t ask her to hug me and tell me everything will be okay.”

Aaron’s heart shattered; he wanted to reach out, to touch Robert, to hold him, but he knew from experience that it wasn’t always the best thing to do in situations like this. So he sat, and listened, his throat closing up and his eyes burning, letting Robert talk without pushing him or interfering. 

“I miss her,” he continued. “I miss her so much. I want her to be here, with me, and help me through this. Is that selfish of me?”

“No,” Aaron said quietly. “God, no, Robert, it’s not - it’s not selfish at all.” He inched closer, moving to sit cross-legged on the grass next to him, and pressed a gentle palm on the small of his back. “Maybe that’s who you were before, but believe me, you’re one of the most selfless people I know.”

Finally, Robert looked at him over the top of Seb’s sleeping head, red-eyed in the dimness, his face streaked with tears that he hadn’t been able to shed until now. Until tonight. “That’s not true.”

“It is,” Aaron pressed. “You’re not selfish. You’re brave. Doing what you did today, up in that courtroom, taking a risk for us....part of me was angry, yeah, at first, but part of me’s also never loved you more. And I do, Robert. I love ya.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t,” Robert said. He looked down at Seb, his cheek pressed to Robert’s shoulder, tiny fingers gripping the material of his shirt. “Maybe neither of you should.”

“Look, why don’t you give Seb to Liv?” Aaron suggested. “It’s freezing out here, she can take him back to the house and put him back to bed, yeah? We can stay here if you want, but let Liv take Seb back to the house, eh?”

Robert’s eyes suddenly went wide, and when Liv approached him, he flinched away from her, a strangled “No!” leaving his lips and making them both jump at how terrible the sound of it was, how desperate. 

“Robert, no-one’s going to take Seb from ya, I promise,” Aaron reassured him, rubbing his back comfortingly. “He just needs to go back into his own bed. You understand that, right?”

He knew that he was talking the same way you’d talk to a child, but he knew it was the best way. Robert was in no fit state; he was upset, and scared, and Aaron knew that when he was this way, he needed someone to keep things simple, plain, and straight to the point.

“He’ll be safe, Rob, I swear it,” Liv said. “You need to be with Aaron.”

After a beat, Robert nodded shakily. “Okay.”

Reluctantly, he relinquished Seb into Liv’s waiting arms; she scooped him up and, with a nod of understanding to Aaron, turned and left, back to the house, leaving him and Robert on their own.

“What happened, Rob?” he asked softly, stroking his fingers through his hair. “What happened that you had to run out here with our son in the middle of the night?”

“I had a dream,” Robert started, wringing his hands in his lap. “More of a nightmare. I was inside, and I was waiting for you to come and visit me, like you said you would. And I waited and I waited, but when visiting hours came up, you - it wasn’t you. It was Katie.” His breath hitched, but he forced himself to continue. “Not just her. Chrissie, and Lawrence was there, and - and my dad. They were all there waiting to tell me how I deserved to suffer, how I was a monster who deserved to rot in prison for the rest of my life.” 

Aaron sucked in a breath, his fingers tensed in Robert’s hair, then resumed their gentle stroking, soothing movements.

“It wasn’t just that. My dad came right up to me and told me that he always knew I’d end up there, because I was rotten to the core. He said prison was the best place for me because I was a monster.”

He curled in on himself, then, quiet sobs escaping his chest, making his shoulders shake. “All the bad things I’ve ever thought about myself, all the times I’ve thought I was the worst person in the world -  it all came rushing back. All of it.” A pause. “It was too horrible, and I couldn’t cope.”

Aaron let out a wet, heartbroken sigh; he wrapped his arms around Robert’s shoulders and pulled him against his chest, pressing his lips to his hair, murmuring comforting nothings as he held him, his usually strong, stoic husband falling apart in his arms. Robert clung to him, sobbing like a child, and Aaron could do nothing except rock him as if he were Seb’s age. 

“I’m sorry,” he heaved in-between sobs. “I’m so sorry, Aaron. I’m sorry for ruining everything.”

“You didn’t,” Aaron said firmly, and he meant it. “You haven’t.” 

“When I woke up, I felt so awful,” Robert said. “I was - I panicked. I’m so sorry, Aaron, I was - I wanted to -” his throat worked, stumbling over the words. “I felt like I wanted to...”

“Wanted what?” Aaron asked. “Robert, please tell me.”

“I wanted to - hurt myself. Cut myself. I wanted to cut myself.”

The silence that followed those words was so deep, so penetrating, it made Aaron’s bones turn to ice and cold seep into his skin from more than just the wet grass underneath them. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t move.

All he could do was whisper, barely audible, “No.”

“I’m sorry!” Robert begged. “I’m sorry, I - I didn’t do anything, I promise, Aaron. I would never....not after what happened to you. But I wanted to. The urge was so strong...”

Aaron grabbed for Robert’s hands. his wrists, turning over his arms to see the smooth, pale, untouched skin for himself. Needing to see it, the proof, for himself. 

No marks. No blood. No scars.

“God, Robert,” he breathed, his thumbs rubbing over the soft, sensitive skin of Robert’s wrists. “I didn’t realize things were this bad. I hate that you ended up in that place.”

“I’ve been good at hiding it,” he replied. “I know I shouldn’t have, but....I was so scared of hurting you, of causing you more pain...so I took Seb out of his cot, and I ran. I came here. Because I needed to get away from the temptation to do something even worse.”

“Look at me,” Aaron said, dropping Robert’s hands and bringing his own to Robert’s face, cradling it gently and turning his gaze towards him. Sparkling, tear-filled eyes. Wet lashes. Pale freckles, stained with tears. Robert. His Robert. Flawed, vulnerable, messy. 

And perfect.

“You and me, we’re going to get through this,” Aaron said. “I promise you. I will do everything I can to help ya, to make sure that you - that you do alright inside, and you stay safe, for however long it is, and then you can come home and I’ll look after ya then, too. You won’t have to feel like a waste of space, not to me, not to anyone. You hear?”

“I really don’t deserve you,” Robert said, the ghost of a smile turning up the corners of his lips. “I keep screwing up, and yet you’re still here. Why?”

Aaron pressed a kiss to Robert’s forehead. “Because I love you, you muppet.” 

They sat like that for a while, nose to nose, breathing in the space between them in silence. The wetness from the grass was seeping into their thin pyjamas, but they barely noticed; it had been a long day, an even longer night, and although dawn was surely going to break soon, neither was quite ready to make the first move to go back into the house.

“Come back to bed,” Aaron whispered after a short while. “Change out of your wet clothes. Get some sleep. Get warm. And tomorrow, we can have some time together as a family, you, me and Seb, before he goes back to Liverpool.”

“I’d like that,” Robert nodded, giving Aaron a watery smile. “Sorry I freaked you out.”

“It’s fine,” Aaron shook his head. “As long as you promise me that the next time you feel like this, or you need help, or you want to hurt yourself - tell me, okay? I’m your husband. If I don’t know, I can’t do anythin’ about it.”

“I promise.” 

Slowly, Aaron helped Robert to his feet; he shrugged off his coat and wrapped it around Robert’s shoulders, before putting his arm around his waist and pulling him in. He turned and placed a hand on Sarah Sugden’s headstone.

“I’ll look after him,” he said to it, to the name engraved on the stone in the half-morning light. 

Everything would look better in the morning.

It had to.

[until-theend-oftheline]

Forever Home

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: None really - Seb’s a dork   

Word Count: 1400ish

A/N: It can be read as a stand-alone but it takes place within my Lifelong Love Letter universe. It’s in November 2016. Y/N is pregnant and a lot is happening for the little family.  

This was meant to be a drabble but I got zero control over these two so it’s not. It’s still for my celebration and written for @littlebittcrazy

Betaed By: the wonderful, sweet and amazing @ifyougetkilled-walk-it-off (did I lay it on thick enough Rach ;))

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

It had been a long day with both you and Sebastian having meetings with your managers. Sebastian had managed to bring Isabella along with him. When you were both in the city it was important to you both that Isabella spend as much time with at least one of you as possible. After your separate meetings, you had met up for lunch which Isabella had loved. She loved being out and about in the city but more than anything she adored having both her parent’s full attention whenever she could. After lunch, you and Sebastian had a joint meeting with your real estate agent to look at new apartments. Isabella had tagged along, of course, skipping around beside you or resting on her father’s arm when she started to get tired.

You had both fallen in love with a place but it was a little out of your price range which was why Sebastian was looking through bank statements a lot of other papers filled with numbers that gave you a headache just looking at them.

Instead, you had given your tired, slightly grumpy daughter a bath after dinner and spent about an hour trying to get her to sleep. You were exhausted and nauseous as you flopped down on the couch next to Sebastian.

He didn’t look up when you sat down. He stayed focused on the numbers on the sheets in front of him. You smiled at the look of concentration on his face as you reached out tenderly starting to run your fingers through his hair. Sebastian instinctively leaned into your touch a little and your smile grew. He was just like a cat sometimes and you loved that about him.

No matter how tired you were or how uncomfortable the first couple of months of your pregnancy was making you moments like this was the highlight of your day.

Sebastian groaned slightly as your fingers traced the hairline on his neck before running back into his hair.

“You know honey… You’re making it kinda hard to focus here,” he complained, but the tug of his lips gave him away. He welcomed the distraction as he was probably just about as tired as you were at this point.

You leaned in, kissing his cheek, feeling the scruff against your lips as you gently pulled the papers from his hands, tossing them onto the cocktail table.

“Come cuddle with me,” you begged, placing your hand on his cheek, turning his head to face you so you could give him a proper kiss.

Sebastian smiled against your lips as he moved onto his knees, pushing you back against the couch until he was hovering over you. Never once did you break the kiss, not even as you both giggled against each other’s lips as you fought to get comfortable.

“You. are. very. distracting,” Sebastian punctuated each word with a kiss making you laugh even harder.

You reached up, lovingly cupping his face watching his eyes twinkle as he looked down at you. The love and adoration in his eyes never failed to take your breath away and you prayed he would never stop looking at you like that.

“I love you, Seba,” you said softly, making Sebastian’s smile widen before he leaned down to kiss you again. Deeper this time, but filled with all of the emotions you saw in his eyes a minute ago.

“I love you too, Y/N/N,” he replied as he broke the kiss, getting comfortable beside you but with his head resting on your chest, a leg slung over yours and a hand protectively resting over your belly.

You sighed comfortably, as your fingers moving up and down his back into his thick brown hair. You loved playing with his hair as much as he loved feeling you do it.

“How does it look? Impossible?” you asked referring to the numbers he had been crunching for the better part of the night.

“I’m not sure. I think I have to call the bank in the morning,” Sebastian sounded hesitant and you rolled your eyes at him even if he wasn’t looking. He was so much smarter than he gave himself credit for and you really wanted to know if it was a dream you had to give up on.

“Just tell me,” you tugged his hair in punishment making him groan, and playfully bite your boob through the clothes from where he was resting. You squealed in laughter, swatting his arm when he laughed at you.

“You’re not a vampire just because you were born in Romania you know,” you scolded, but instantly regretted as you saw the mischievous look in his eyes as he looked up at you.

“Seba don’t you dare...”

You barely had time to protest much before Sebastian dove for your neck, teasingly biting down, before running his tongue over the barely-there mark to soothe the sting.

“You’re such an idiot,” you laughed as you struggled against him, but he didn’t budge. Instead, his lips found yours kissing you silent and you instantly gave up your struggles, wrapping your arms around his neck, sighing contently into his kiss.

Sebastian tenderly rubbed his nose against yours as he pulled back, pecking your lips again before moving back into the same position he had been in before. Your fingers found their way back into his hair and he closed his eyes relaxing against you.

“I think it might be possible if your willing to sell the studio too. We can soundproof the extra room in the apartment and we can share that as a studio and office like we do now. It would mean being closer to the kids too,” Sebastian explained tilting his head to look up at you for your reaction.

Your eyes widened before a huge smile appeared on your face. “You’re serious? You think we could get it?”

“Yeah… if we get the asking price for this place and we get the Adams to lower theirs a couple of hundred grand. Especially since we want to do some construction if we do get it,” Sebastian continued but you were barely listening. All you could think about was the beautiful Greenwich Village apartment you had been looking at today. With four balconies on each side of the apartment and with access to a roof terrace. The rooms were light and big. It was only a few stops from the school Isabella would be attending and a few more stops from Sebastian’s mom. It needed some work to fit your family perfectly, but it was better than anything you had ever imagined and honestly, you could picture the two of you raising your kids there.

“You’re serious? You think we could afford it?” you asked, cupping Sebastian’s face in your hands, making him smile at you.

“Yeah. I think it would be stupid to let a place like that go. You would be happy there you think?” he asked carefully, knowing you had expressed a wish to move a little out of the city in the past.

Instead of answering him right away you leaned forward, pressing your lips to his in a deep loving kiss leaving him with a dazed expression on his face when you pulled back a little.

“With you, I can be happy anywhere, but yes. Seba, I love that place. If you think we can reasonably afford it I wanna do it,” you smiled and Sebastian pressed another kiss to your lips before getting up.

He laughed at the pout on your face before reaching a hand out to pull you up.

“Come cuddle in bed,” he grinned tugging you against his chest as soon as you were back on your feet. “Sounds like I’m gonna spend the day tomorrow talking with the bank and real estate agents so I’m gonna need a good night's sleep.”

You smiled widely looking up at him as you wrapped your arms around his waist. “I love you so much, Sebastian. You know that right?”

Sebastian playfully raised his eyebrows at you, “full name when I’m not in trouble? That serious, huh?”

Sebastian laughed when you slapped your hands against his chest with a pout, before trying to back away from him. Sebastian moved quicker though pulling you back into his arms, kissing the side of your head.

“I love you too Y/N,” he buried his face in your neck as you wrapped your arms back around him, letting him hold you close. “Always have and always will.”

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[santana-maribel]

who: @santana-maribel​ and @smythenyu​. where: santana & quinn’s apartment. when: saturday 28th march. what: a booty call but with feelings~ warnings: nsfw, sex, swearing etc.

Rolling her eyes at his last text message, Santana tossed her phone in the coffee table in front of her. Whatever Santana and Sebastian had going on, put simply, just worked. It was easy, fun and surprisingly, uncomplicated. There were no bold declarations of love and neither of them were interested in exploring any kind of relationship aspect. Truthfully, the whole damn world was probably surprised that it hadn’t  before now. Sure, they got drunk or high and fooled around a ton before but now it was happening more and more often sober. Her thoughts occasionally circled back to their matching, marked wrists. If she believed, truly believed in it, being soulmates with Seb wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, would it? Unclear. Almost as if he could hear her thoughts, she heard the front door of their apartment open. Of course he had his own key. She was lazy, this was convenient, it just made sense. She didn’t take her eyes off of the television in front of her, where she was scrolling through netflix to find the film he wanted. Normally she would fight him a little, make him watch something that she wanted. But she hadn’t seen him in a few days and though she would never admit it, she missed his company a little. Jesse had already swung by the apartment and picked up Quinn, so they had the place to themselves. “I’m gonna’ start watching Die Hard, you take too long to do anything today,” she called out, waiting for him to join her on the couch.

Sebastian had driven to Santana’s, so it wasn’t long from the last text to him entering the door, shutting it behind him and noticing the girl on the sofa. “I wasn’t long at all,” he shot back, kicking off his shoes and moving to sit down beside her, glancing at the tv and settling back, his arm around her shoulders. “You’re just impatient,” he replied, smirking a little as he finally looked at her. “Gotta learn to be able to wait for a good thing, babe.” He’d been trying his best not to overthink their relationship as of lately. But with everyone going on about soulmates non stop, it was kinda hard to not even consider the possibility. The sex was good, they were almost too similar in nature, and they were both hot, but that didn’t mean that they were soulmates, more like good friends who fucked. Sebastian still thought the entire idea of it was stupid. Why does someone or something else get to decide who you’re meant to be with for the rest of your life? Perhaps, seeing his parents, who had once thought they were soulmates, getting divorced when he was young really thwarted his view, but also he saw it everyday. “Have you got any snacks? Or booze?” he asked Santana, pushing the thoughts from his head. “I really could use a beer.”

Their friendship pre-fwb was startlingly similar to what it was now; he’d come over, or she’d go to his place, they’d drink, shoot the shit, occasionally fool around. It was a comfort to her, that between them, nothing had really changed, too much. They kissed a lot more now and they fell asleep together too. But otherwise, it was business as usual between the two of them. She smiled at his comment, then clicked her tongue. She didn’t even want to make a bitchy remark at him. She was getting soft in the head. “Well, i’m glad you’re here anyway,” she admitted, leaning into his side when he placed his arm around her. How comforting he was. Santana nodded at his question and stood up, walking into the kitchen. Her Mama always taught her to take care of her guests, how to be the perfect little hostess. She grabbed two ice-cold beers from the fridge and several packets of chips from the pantry, before she came back into the living room, placing them on the coffee table in front of him. “Don’t say i’m not good to you,” she muttered, as she resumed her original position on the couch. She had seen this film before and enjoyed it well enough, but her thoughts were a thousand miles away from Bruce Willis, even though he looked like a particular snack in this film. “You know this is a Christmas movie, right? Why the hell are we watching it just now?” she asked, an eyebrow arched at him in curiosity.

“you’re an actual angel,” he drawled as she returned and passed him his beer, settling back again with his arm around her, a soft grin on his lips. he glanced back at the tv then, sipping his beer, his hand tracing patterns on her shoulder. “it’s an every day of the year movie, tana. shut up. let bruce willis be his sexy, masculine self.” despite his complaints, he found himself not paying a whole lot of attention to it, his hand having moved into her hair, finishing his beer and placing it down onto the coffee table. he grabbed a bag of chips and balanced them on his lap so he could eat with his free hand. “okay, bruce willis, alan rickman, bonnie bedelia, as they are in the film right now. fuck, marry, kill.”

She bit back whatever remark she was going to make, when he made his comment about her being an angel and smirked softly, tucking her legs underneath her on the couch, beer resting on her leg. It was a good movie and she ignored his snark laced comment, eyes focusing on the screen in front of them. It didn't take long before he began distracting her. This always happened. She tried to think of a time when they had put on a movie and actually got more than a quarter of the way through or god forbid actually finished it. She couldn't remember one single time. It just wasn't their style. She shuddered underneath his touch, fingers running through her hair and watched as he rustled with the bag of chips on his lap. His game made her laugh out loud and she nodded, glancing between him and the screen. "Ah fuck," she sighed, considering her options. "Fuck Bruce Willis because, look at him," she jabbed her elbow towards the screen. "Marry Alan Rickman because why the hell not and kill Bonnie Bedelia because that hair is giving me anxiety. Perms are fuckin' gross," she answered before taking a gulp of her beer. "Same question to you," she shot back, nudging him in the side with her finger.

Sebastian chuckled, placing his bag of chips aside but continuing to play with her hair, smirking at her answers to the question. He nodded though, "I'd marry Bruce Willis, because then we could also fuck til he lost his hair and I asked for a divorce. I'd fuck Alan Rickman, rest in peace, and I'd kill Bonnie too. Her hair is definitely too much." His attention was no longer on the tv now at all. He'd seen Die Hard a million times anyway, and Santana was right there. He turned his head, nuzzling into her neck. "Fuck, marry, kill. Me, Aubrey, Finn."

It was one of her favourite things about Sebastian, the fact that he didn't see gender; he saw a conquest. Despite the fact she tended to keep exclusively to cock now, she too had been known to enjoy the same gender. College girls were curious and really, it would be rude not to help them out. She nodded approvingly at his answers, fiddling with the label on her bottle. She was thinking of a selection of her own when he started speaking again. She raised an eyebrow at him, mulling over the options as she drained her beer and sat the empty on the table. This was an interesting question, for sure. "Fuck Hudson because I kind of wonder if the whole size = 'size' thing is true and he's like over a foot taller than me. Marry Aubrey because he's a sweetheart and kill you because you've served your purpose now," she teased, fingertips tracing his smooth jawline. She was joking. Mostly. "Same question, but replace you with me."

Sebastian's lips parted as if offended, pushing her back though there was a slight smile tugging at his lips. "Wow, okay. I'd kill you too then, you'll never know my original answers and I guess if you're done with me you won't want to fuck tonight either," he shot back at her, crossing his arms and pouting as he leant back against the arm of the couch, his feet against her thighs to keep them apart.

"I bet I can guess your original answers," she replied, fighting off her own smile tugging at her lips, as he pushed her hand away and pretended to be mad. "Kill Finn, naturally. Fuck Aubrey because hate fucking is amazing and marry me because we would have like the most chill and open marriage ever." She wasn't sure she was correct but her voice was confident as she spoke.  She scoffed at his reaction, "c'mon, I was only teasing," she murmured, running a hand up the inside of his thigh.

Sebastian kept his arms crossed, a pout still on his lips as he refused to look at her. "I guess you'll never know if you're right," he huffed, although she was definitely right. "As if you would kill me," he continued, trying not to think about Santana's hand moving up his thigh and focus instead on his fake pouting. "Like I am clearly the superior one out of me, Aubrey, and Finn. Frankly, I wonder now about your taste, Santana."

She couldn't explain why she had chosen Finn as her fuck instead of him, it was weird. She had been poised to kill him off in their little game but when the push came to the shove, she couldn't do it. "Of course you are baby," she cooed, her fingers still trailing up his thigh, settling on his dick. God, she loved their games. "I mean my taste must be pretty terrible if i'm doing this," she countered, an eyebrow raised as she reached for his zipper.

Sebastian bit down on his bottom lip as her hand moved over his crotch, glancing down as she moved to pull down the zipper. "I should at least be your fuck," he murmured quietly, a little distracted by her movements. "Although, really..." he trailed off, forgetting what new complaint he had for now, reaching to pull Santana closer.

He had folded quickly for him, hungry eyes watching as he bit down on his lip. Victorious, he pulled her closer and she pressed a kiss to his neck. "It's a game, you get to fuck me for real, unless you're gonna' be a whiny bitch," she murmured against his skin, as she kissed down, not even needing to look at her hands on his zipper. She'd done this so many times it was like muscle memory.

Sebastian sighed softly, relaxing back into the sofa now, his hand sliding back into Santana's hair as she kissed down from his neck. "No whining," he agreed, licking his lips as he lifted his hips slightly, eager for her touch. "Promise," he continued, pulling her back up to kiss her deeply, his tongue slipping past her teeth and his hand tightening in her hair.

One hand snaked around his neck, pulling him close to her, threading through the back of his hair. The other, found its way down into his boxers and wrapped around his cock, pumping gently. Their kiss, as always, was electrifying, as the two of their tongues battled for dominance. For someone who had such a hard-on for control, Santana always found herself willing to submit to him. This was easily proven as his hand tightened in her hair and she let out a soft gasp into his mouth, breaking the kiss slightly. "Seb..." she muttered quietly.

Sebastian groaned quietly against her lips, thrusting his hips up and into her touch. He kissed her deeply, his other hand smoothing down her back and over her ass, pulling back to catch his breath, his eyes dark. "Mhm," he hummed, "I knew you wanted me..." He smirked, pressing another kiss to her lips before reaching to tug at the hem of her shirt, pulling it up to reveal her bra, chucking it to the side.

She scowled at his words, hating that she was like putty in his hands. She wasn't too mad, really though. This was pretty high on her list of favourite things to do. She allowed him to lift up her top, pulling her hand out of his underwear and raising both of them above her head as he discarded the item of clothing before she returned the favour and pulled at the collar of his. "Off, Seb. Take it off," she demanded softly.

Sebastian chuckled, smirking but sitting up just enough to tug his shirt up and off for her, throwing it aside before lying back and pulling her over him. His hands slid up her back, smoothing under the band of her bra, kissing her slowly as he rocked his hips up just slowly against hers. "Wanna ride me?" he whispered against her ear.

She was grateful that Quinn and Jesse had left the apartment because they were not being subtle in the slightest, as she moved her legs to either side of his, straddling him on the couch. Her body instinctively moved with his, as she ground against him. This. This was why she always wore skirts or dresses when he was around. Easy access. She nodded at his question, shuddering under the feeling of his breath, hot on her ear, but didn't miss a beat to make a bitchy remark. "You're fuckin' lazy," she whispered back, arms circling around his neck.

Sebastian just grinned wider at that, "You like riding me," he shot back, tilting his head so their lips brushed as he continued to rock his hips up against her, growing harder in his underwear. His fingers moved to the clasp of her bra then, unhooking it easily with one hand and raising an eyebrow. "You don't wanna?"

She shrugged off her bra, letting it fall off to the side carelessly, to join their ever-growing pile of clothes, before moving her arms back to his neck. "I didn't say that," she replied simply, pressing her chest flush against his. "Just observing," she joked, as she moved back on her knees a little, giving a gentle tug at his underwear and jeans. "You want me to ride you, gotta take these off."

Sebastian's hands slid up her sides as she pressed against him, pouting as she pulled back but not hesitating to reach down to shove his jeans and underwear down his legs in one go, kicking them off. He bent over then, grabbing a condom from his jeans pocket and settling back as he reached to pull her closer, dropping it beside them. "You need to be naked too," he murmured, his hands moving down to her hips.

She rolled her hips against him a few times more before acquiescing to his request. She stood up and shimmied her skirt down from her hips, kicking it away from her feet. Her underwear swiftly followed and now they were both completely naked, she hopped back on his lap and pressed her face into his neck, sinking her teeth down and sucking gently as she ground on him a little, just to tease.

Sebastian bit his lip as he watched her completely undress, grinning as she moved back over him. He lifted his hips up against her, rocking with her slowly and groaning quietly. His hands moved over her sides and up over her chest as he tilted his head back.

They were a mess of breathy pants, hands running all over one another, mouths moving together in unison. It was consuming and she knew that she needed more. Wordlessly, she lifted the condom from next to them on the couch and lifted it to her mouth, ripping the foil open with her teeth. She didn't wait for permission before she rolled the rubber down his cock, tossing the foil behind her. That would be later hers problem. "More," she groaned in his ear.

Sebastian pulled back as she did, eyes following her as she grabbed the condom, slowly grinning and leaning back as she rolled it down over his cock. “Fuck yes,” he murmured, shifting to place his feet down against the sofa, his hands moving to her hips.

That was the best thing about fucking your best friend; they know everything you like and vice versa. She knew the right way to roll her hips, the dirty words to whisper in his ear, but she always switched it up a little, just so it didn't get stale. Seb's hands on her hips spurned her on a little as she hovered over his cock, small hand wrapped around the base, teasing him.

Sebastian groaned again, lifting his hips up slightly, his hands smoothing up her sides and back over her hips. “You’re so hot,” he whispered, his eyes dark. They knew each other’s bodies so well at this point that they both knew exactly what the other wanted, and it was a large reason Sebastian continued the fwb arrangement they had. People often said how sex ruined friendships, but if anything it only made Sebastian and Santana closer.

She smirked at his comment approvingly, he knew exactly what to say to butter her up. Pleased with his words and feeling like she'd tortured him just the right amount, she finally sank down on his cock, eyes rolling into the back of her head at the sensation of being utterly filled. She stilled her movements for a moment, allowing her body to get used to the feeling. Sebastian not only exuded big dick energy, he had the goods to back it up too.

Sebastian’s head fell back and he groaned once more as she sank down over him, his hands tightening on her hips. He stayed still for a moment though, knowing she’d move when she was ready. “‘Feel so good,” he whispered breathily, his lips parted as he looked up at her.

Satisfied, she began to roll her hips against his, her arms wrapped around his neck, face buried into his shoulder as she let out soft groans at the sensation. Without even trying, he reached that sweet spot inside of her. Every time she thrust her hips against his, she could feel her fingertips start to tingle. "Fuck, so full," she breathed into his skin.

Sebastian gasped, rocking his hips up to meet hers, his hands sliding up her sides, pulling her down to kiss her messily, groaning into her mouth. He pulled back briefly, grinning slightly as he sat up, his arm winding around her waist, continuing to thrust his hips up into her.

If sex with anyone else was good, sex with Sebastian was practically god tier. He was an arrogant prick but god, he could back it up completely. She never could last very long when she was on top, not with the way she rolled her hips smoothly and how he thrust from underneath. She tangled her fingers in the back of his hair and gave a sharp tug, smirking as she did.

Sebastian moaned as she pulled at his hair, tilting his head back but his eyes staying on her, lips parted as he panted softly. “Fuck, Tana,” he groaned, his nails scraping down her back slightly, thrusting up faster.

Falling apart in Sebastian's lap was one of her favourite things in the entire world. Her thighs tightened against his involuntarily, as her moans echoed around the living room, her thrusts going from smooth and measured to erratic and frantic. Another tug of his hair and thrust upwards from him and she was coming, hard.

Sebastian gasped, thrusting up harder, losing his rhythm a little as he felt his stomach tightening. When he felt her tense and come he couldn’t hold back any longer, coming hard suddenly and moaning out her name.

She rocked her hips against his slowly, riding them both through their respective orgasms. She slumped against his chest, listening to his erratic heartbeat thud away in his chest. She didn't make any effort to move straight away, body twitching as the aftershocks ran through her. She pressed a kiss to his temple and smoothed down the back of his hair. "You're so fucking good at that," she murmured.

Sebastian relaxed back against the pillows of the sofa, his arms loosening around her, head tilting back as he closed his eyes. He smiled widely, lazily, humming at that. “You’re pretty good yourself, gorgeous,” he murmured.

She kissed him on the temple again, before she sat back on his lap, groaning at the sensation of him still inside her overly sensitive pussy. "We're good at it," she agreed, before she stood up, disentangling her sweaty limbs from his. Her thighs were slick from her arousal but she felt too lazy to take a shower, so she grabbed her underwear and his shirt, haphazardly pulling them on before flopping down next to him on the couch. "Wanna finish the film?" she asked.

Sebastian breathed out as she pulled off, lying back and not even grabbing his underwear yet. He tugged the condom off slowly and tied it, holding it up to her with a grimace, “Wanna put this in the bin first?”

She went to bite back but instead took the condom from him, wrinkling her nose at the wetness. She turned on her heel, "lazy prick," she muttered as she walked to the kitchen and disposed of it in the trash can. She washed her hands then grabbed a couple of glasses and the open bottle of bourbon that was sitting out on the counter. "Don't say i'm not good to you, Seb," she teased, as she sat back down next to him.

Sebastian just grinned as she took it, moving now to grab his underwear, tugging it on before settling back on the sofa. He glanced up as she returned, “So good to me, babe,” he murmured, moving to take the bottle and pouring them both a glass. “The dream,” he said, lifting his glass to clink against Santana’s.

She smiled knowingly, as they clinked their glasses together. Fumbling around with her free hand, she located the television remote from down the side of the cushions and put the film back a little. "So, satisfy my curiosity. What were your choices earlier, during fuck, marry, kill? Tell me I was right."

Sebastian leant back, placing his feet on the coffee table, sliding his arm down the back of the sofa. He glanced at her as she asked that, sighing and shrugging, too chilled out after his orgasm to actually care about that anymore. “Yes, you were right.”

She curled into him, eyes on the screen in front of them, free hand tracing patterns up his smooth, unblemished thigh. She didn't really care about the game they were playing but she always liked to know when she was right about something. "Good to know," she hummed, a little smugly.

“Because seriously, who would wanna fuck Finn?” he said, raising his eyebrows as he looked at Santana, sipping at his drink, apparently still not completely over that.

She rolled her eyes at his comment but didn't turn to look at him. "Why not?" she asked, fingertips toying with the rim of the glass.

“He just looks like he’s bad in bed,” he murmured, glancing at her again. “Why do you find him attractive?”

She shook her head at his comment, finally tilting her face to look at him. She lifted the glass to her mouth and took a generous gulp of the amber liquid, as she considered his question. Why was she currently interested all of a sudden? "I don't know. He's sweet. Besides, who says I'm going to fuck him, hm?" she countered.

“Since when are you into ‘sweet’ guys?” he pushed, “If you were into sweet guys you’d be fucking mr jaw line who’s always following you around.”

"Are you high?" she asked, a little incredulously, as he snapped at her. This was completely out of the ordinary. "Wait - are you jealous?"

Sebastian huffed slightly, “No I’m not high, or jealous, c’mon. What does Finn have that I don’t have ten times better? There’s nothing to be jealous of.”

"Then what the fuck is this?" she gestured at him, dark eyes trained on his. She would have laughed out loud if she didn't think that it would make things worse. "It's not about anything you have or he has, it was a joke, mi amor."

Sebastian bit his lip, not sure why he’d got caught up on that, sitting back and staying quiet for a long moment. “I don’t know. Sorry,” he murmured, his head ducked as he ran a hand through his hair.

The room fell silent for a moment, the television was the only thing making any noise as she watched him curiously. She had really gotten under his skin with this one. Part of her wanted to push, the other part didn't want to annoy him further. Of course the former won out. "Seriously, what's going on?" she asked.

Sebastian shook his head, “Nothing,” he replied, although a part of him knew he was lying. “Nothing’s going on.”

She laced her fingers through his and squeezed softly. They weren't just friends who had sex, they were best friends. Which meant that she could read him like a book. "It's not nothing, I have way more stamina than you, so you might as well just tell me what's going on," she offered with a slight shrug of her shoulder.

Sebastian clenched his jaw, glancing down at their hands, not sure why he had turned things so sour suddenly, he’d been so blissed out only a few moments ago. “I don’t know! Maybe I just thought if anyone is gonna pick me it’d be you.”

"I'll always pick you," she murmured, "hence why i'm here, with you and not with him." She brushed the pad of her thumb over the back of his hand. She felt her stomach twist a little with what she assumed was guilt. "I'm sorry."

Sebastian’s shoulders sank slightly, “No, it doesn’t matter,” he murmured, pulling his hand away to run it through his hair, eyes moving back to the tv.

"Seb..." she pleaded. This was the weirdest situation that she had been in with him. If not jealousy, then what was this? He must know, deep down, she would always pick him. They were best friends and sometimes it felt like he was her only friend. Sighing, she knew when to stop pushing him. A little defeated and hurt, she settled her own hands on her lap.

Sebastian leant back, his foot tapping unconsciously, sighing, “I don’t believe in soulmates, you know that,” he murmured. “But what if you do? It’s not like you think I’m your soulmate, even if we joke about it.”

She felt her eyebrows lift at his statement. Why did everything in the entire world come back to this bullshit? "You're the closest thing that i'm going to get to a soulmate," she shot back instantly. "You know I don't care about that shit and let's get real, if they did exist, Finn would not be my soulmate, or Aubrey, or any of those idiots."

Sebastian wasn’t the kind to get attached, like ever. But his relationship with Santana was different. It was built on friendship, and he was genuinely worried about losing her. He sighed, glancing at her now. “Sorry,” he said, feeling like an idiot. “I know. I’m being an idiot.”

She shook head head at him gently, before nudging his arm to let her back in. Their relationship wasn't conventional, but she'd never really considered the prospect of Sebastian finding his soulmate and stopping whatever they had going on. Now, it was weighing on her mind. "You're not being an idiot, I get it," she whispered, kissing him on the cheek. "I love you, Seb. You're my best friend."

Sebastian tilted his head, his arm falling around her, leaning down to kiss her softly on the lips. “You’re my best friend too,” he murmured, holding her close again. “And I love you,” he continued, stroking his hand down her arm gently. “Guess I’m just letting people get into my head. Soulmates are bullshit. We have a good thing, and we’re not.”

She kissed him back sweetly, savouring the quiet, real moments that they had together. This was the shift that had been happening in their relationship, their friendship. The rare moments they acted like an actual couple and the layers of snark and bitchyness were forgotten. "Who's been getting in that big ol' brain of yours?" she asked curiously.

“I dunno, I was talking to Jesse and he kept saying how Quinn was definitely his soulmate,” he murmured, pulling Santana into his lap, “And like, he doesn’t really know that. I guess I just started thinking about it. Maybe too much.”

She let out a sigh, of course it was Jesse. He'd gotten in her head too about it. She settled comfortably into his lap, "unsurprisingly, he got to me about it too," she confessed, thinking back to their conversation through text. "I mean how do they even know they're soulmates? It's a stupid concept and I don't like the idea. I always feel that no one decides my fate but me."

Sebastian wound both his arms around her, meeting her eyes. “They don’t. Pretty sure they haven’t even got a ‘bond’ or anything.” He nodded, “But me too. I don’t like the idea of something else deciding who I’m ‘meant to be with’. It’s stupid.”

She nodded in agreement. "I'm fairly certain that neither of them would shut the fuck up about it if they had one," she chuckled, knowing both halves of the couple. It was hard to ignore the elephant in the room but she was an expert at burying feelings and pretending they didn't exist. "So let's not let them decide for us," she mused aloud, before tilting his face up towards hers with his index finger and pressing a searing kiss on his lips.

Sebastian looked at her as she tilted his head toward her, smiling against her lips and lifting a hand to cup her cheek as he kissed back. “Mhm, okay,” he murmured softly, before continuing to kiss her, deepening it as his hand slid into her hair.

It was a tried, tested and almost always, foolproof method to get either of them out of a slump; more sex. She sighed happily into his lips, one hand rubbing at his neck, the other was trailing down his chest, fingernails dragging down his skin.

Sebastian leant back into the sofa, his hands smoothing up her back underneath her shirt, groaning quietly against her lips. Despite having just had sex, he wasn’t going to say no. This was just how they worked.

This was what the drinking and the fucking was for; to forget. To pretend like their momentary blip of emotion hadn't actually happened, that they were just simply two people who liked good sex and a lot of it. She lifted his shirt over her head and tossed it back to the floor, relishing his touch on her bare skin.

Sebastian moved to push her back to lie down, settling over her as he kissed her slowly. He slid his hands up her side again, turning his head to kiss under her jaw.

She shifted from his lap and laid back on the couch, spreading her legs to let him settle between them more comfortably. She brushed her fingers through his hair and ghosted her other hand across his shoulder, shivering as he placed soft kisses down her neck.

“Should we move to the bedroom,” he murmured, raising an eyebrow as he pulled back and smirked, tilting his head, his hand moving down her chest.

Santana nodded, a little breathlessly. It was getting late and Quinn would no doubt be home soon. She didn't think that her roommate would appreciate walking in on them screwing on the couch. She lifted her glass to her mouth and finished off the bourbon, before grabbing their clothes from the floor. "C'mon," she whispered, "you can show me how much you don't want to lose me through there." She gave his arm a sharp tug, leading them through the apartment and to her bedroom, closing the door on whatever doubts either of them had about the future.

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You’ve Left A Mark That Won’t Erase - 11

You’ve Left A Mark That Won’t Erase - Chris Evans x Reader

Another chappie… Sorry, I’ve been working so much that I haven’t even had time to sit down and type anything out, but we’re going to roll with it!

Warnings: Infinity War SPOILERS! Language, Possible timeline differences (this is a work of fiction), Slight Smut and a bit of angst!

GIFS USED ARE NOT MINE, CREDIT TO OWNERS!

Chapter 12-

Filming was just about over and we were going to go on a short hiatus. I was now definitely getting the hang of living on the road. Being pregnant and living on the road, however, was a totally different story. I was tired all the time, not to mention being totally fucking cranky because I was over-tired and sore. Chris and the rest of the cast and crew took it all in stride.

I would have been a whole lot easier to live (and deal) with if I hadn’t taken it upon myself to read the tabloids about Chris and myself. Not only was the press having a field day with the upcoming wedding and baby, but the fans took off running with the news, some of them not in a good way.

One page said that I’d gotten pregnant on purpose to trap Chris, that I was only after his money. Another said that they felt bad for Chris because he was now saddled with a kid with a nobody and he was too good not to marry me, that he felt obligated because (if the kid was his) he would never abandon his child like that.

Yeah, I was fucking livid. Watching Chris film was a bit of an escape, he was amazing as Captain America, and I couldn’t wait for the movie to open so others could see how fucking awesome they all were. I was so happy to be able to be a part of something so amazing.

We were all standing on the set of the train station, my heart pounding behind my ribs as I waited for Chris to make his entrance. I’d watched him do take after take of these scenes, but the brothers wanted him to re-shoot it.

As he walked from the shadows, the spear flew by his head as he whipped around and caught it. I watched in awe as he fought, going through the choreography that he’d worked so hard to perfect.

“That’s it! Goddamn, that’s a hell of a shot! Cut… Chris, excellent job!”

Exhaling, my hands were trembling as I watched him run his fingers through his now slightly shaggy locks. He looked so gorgeous and I was aching to touch him, to have him touch me.

I watched closely as he made his way from the set, a towel now in his hands as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. Costume was now surrounding him unzipping him from his Cap uniform. As if he could sense me, his eyes met mine over Andrea’s head, a smile forming on his lips.

I shrugged my shoulders and couldn’t find it in me to care that I’d been caught ogling him. He was my fiance, after all.

“Y/N,” Alex, one of the other make up artists called. “I know you’re about finished for the day, but would you mind doing a touch up on Zoe? She needs to do some re-shooting today.”

“Sure, let Chris know I’ll be back in a bit?”

“I will, honey, thanks.”

I made my way to the make up trailer where Zoe would be and stepped inside. Sebastian was sitting there talking to Zoe, his eyes all wide as he spoke.

“Y/N, how’s my favorite girl?”

“I’m good, Seb. Tired and sore, but good. How are you holding up, ready for our hiatus?”

“Hell yes, don’t get me wrong, being a part of this is fucking awesome, but I’m ready to head to New York and see my mom and some of my friends.”

“See how that goes, Y/N, we’re his friends while he’s here but when he goes home he’ll forget all about us.”

I chuckled slightly as I grabbed my apron with my brushes in it and got to work on retouching Zoe’s make up. Gamora is an amazing character, but her make up takes forever.

“You both know that’s not true, in fact, Y/N, you and Chris should come to New York for a bit while we’re off. I know my mom is dying to meet you.”

“Oh my gosh, you’re taking me home to meet your mom? I didn’t realize we’d become so serious!”

Zoe snickered as Seb stood behind me, his arms folded across his chest. Not even gonna lie, if I wasn’t absolutely, stupidly in love with Chris, Seb is amazing. He’s going to make some girl very happy someday.

“Oh, fata mea favorita, I’ll have you know that if it wasn’t for your obvious love for one of my friends, I could definitely see myself loving you, as more than a friend that is.”

“Well thank God she loves me then.” I smiled slightly as Chris entered the trailer, my knees becoming slightly weak as he stood next to Sebastian and mimicking his stance. “Always hitting on my girl, Stan.”

Zoe met my eyes for a moment, a tiny smile on her lips as I continued working, but I couldn’t help but eye them both. They were both so sexy, it was fucking criminal.

Yeah, pregnancy had definitely done something to my libido. I was constantly horny, not that I’d had much problem before pregnancy.

“You two stop, I’m trying to do my job here. Besides, don’t you two need to do some re-shoots?”

“She’s right, come on, Stan.”

I watched them both walk out of the trailer, my eyes rolling slightly before I concentrated back on Zoe.

After finishing touching up some more make up, I made my way back down to the set and sat down in Chris’ chair. My feet were starting to hurt and I wanted to break down in tears. I was just so tired and my mind wouldn’t shut up about some of the awful comments about me that were now floating around the internet.

Chris didn’t read any of those types of things, so he had no idea what was being said about us, about our unborn child. How could people be so hateful to someone they didn’t even know? Sure, I was engaged to Chris Evans (a man that most women would give up their souls to have a night with) and having a family with him, but wasn’t that what life was all about? Meeting and marrying someone you couldn’t imagine spending a day away from.

“Y/N, stop thinking so hard. You look so sad, what’s the matter, darling?”

“Hi, Chris. How’s Elsa?” I asked, changing the subject.

“She’s good, but we’re not talking about me or my family right now. Though, I will tell you, Liam was a tad upset when he found out you were getting married and not waiting for him.”

I snickered as I sat up straight, my arms opening as he walked toward me. I let him lift me out of the chair into a tight hug, and I couldn’t help it, I burst into tears.

“Oh, Y/N. You can talk to me, what’s wrong?”

“I did something stupid, I read some of the tabloids and fan boards after our red carpet debut.”

“You didn’t, why? Nothing good ever comes of that, Elsa and I have been supposedly getting divorced for years now.”

“I know, I knew it was a bad idea when I did it, but the things they’re saying about me. About how I trapped Chris by getting pregnant on purpose, how can they say such things? They don’t know me.”

“They don’t care who you are, who any of us are. Some people thrive off drama, that’s all this is. Hell, some of them are probably jealous.”

“I have no doubt, I mean, he’s so unbelievably gorgeous. He had a huge following before I came along.”

“You think him being with you will change that? I’m not trying to be crude, but people are still going to want to fuck him even when you two get married. The ring doesn’t change anything for some people.”

I knew he was right, he was married and there were plenty of people out there who would let him have his wicked way with them, married or not. It didn’t change the fact that some people were just giant dicks and said hurtful shit that I let get to me.

“Why is it that every time I turn around today someone is hitting on you?” (My) Chris laughed.

Hemsworth put me down and patted my cheek lightly. “Just remember, the only thing that matters is that you two are happy, don’t let them get to you.”

Nodding, I made my way to Chris, my arms wrapping around his neck.

“What’s wrong, baby?” his voice was softly, his breath fanning across the skin of my neck as his fingers thread up into my hair.

“I read some tabloids and stuff about us. Some of them weren’t very nice.”

“Baby, I told you not to do that. Someone is always going to have something bad to say.”

“I know, I just…”

“You were just curious, right?” I nodded as he continued to run his fingers up through my hair. My eyes started to cross, the feeling going straight to my core. I was a fucking horny beast.

“I’ll tell you one thing, nothing they said is true. I don’t even know what was said, but I know how this works, I love you and nothing they said matters.”

“I love you,” I breathed, my eyes finding his as I stood on my toes to place a kiss against his lips. “I love you so much.”

“And I love you, Y/N. Come on, let’s go to our trailer. I have a bit of a break and I want a shower.”

Fuck. Me. Wet Chris…

We got to our trailer, as the door closed I tugged my shirt up over my head and then worked my pants down over my legs.

“Eager, Y/N?”

“Fuck, yes!”

Chris laughed and then started tugging his own clothes off. We both stripped down completely and then made our way into the bathroom, a mess of limbs and tongues and teeth. Chris turned the water on without pulling his lips away from mine and then walked me back into the spray.

Hefting me up into his arms, he pushed my back against the cold tile, sending a shock up my spine and then started working kisses down my neck.

“I will never get tired of seeing you like this, like it’s our first time together. You and me, Y/N… I’ve never been more sure about anything.”

I moaned my agreement as he lined himself up with my entrance and pushed inside of me. He was right, I always felt like it was our first time. I wasn’t sure how I’d gotten so lucky, but he was mine and I was never letting go.

Fuck what all the haters had to say about us…

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Finally (Sebastian Stan x Reader)

Summary: When you show up to a party with the rest of your fellow Avengers castmates wearing a very provocative dress, Sebastian doesn’t know how to contain himself.

Warnings: None...? Suggestive material?

“We’re going to be late, Y/N. Just put on the stupid dress.” Scarlett Johansson growls at you, frustrated. You hold the tiny, navy blue dress in your hands as if it’s poison. “Put it on!” The older woman orders you.

“Look at it!” You say in horror. “I can’t wear it! Scar, you know I hate revealing clothing!”

“Y/N.” Scarlett says in her mom voice. You shrivel a little. “You have nothing else to wear. Your dress that you were originally going to wear is ruined, okay?” You stare at her. Ruined? “I didn’t want to tell you, but it is. So wear one of mine.” She gestures to the thin-strapped, fitted, short blue dress you’re holding. “If you don’t want to wear it, go naked. I’m sure the guys would love that.” She shoves you into the bathroom.

“Fine.” You snort, slamming the bathroom door. You tug on the dress and pull it down, trying to make it cover your legs a little more. It’s tight and low-cut, but you have to admit, it looks good. It’s just very...not your style. You don’t flaunt your body like most Hollywood actresses. You don’t wear turtlenecks and loose jeans either, but you normally stay away from dresses like this. You come out of the bathroom. a little timidly. Scarlett smiles.

“Ooh! That looks amazing on you!” She adjusts the straps of the dress.

“Fine. Can we go now?” You laugh. You both walk downstairs to the limosine that is waiting outside the hotel. It’s not until you and Scarlett are safely strapped in the car that you turn to her and say, “Wait, how did my dress get ruined?” Scarlett doesn’t answer.

                                                        ******

After about thirty minutes of driving, you reach the conference center where you and the rest of the Avengers: Endgame cast are having a party with some of Hollywood’s elite. Cameras snap and flash as you and Scarlett get out of the car. You both wave and smile politely before entering the conference center.

“Y/N!” Chris Evans jumps out from behind a potted plant and grabs you. Of course, you scream in fright, clenching your fists and screwing your eyes shut. Chris’s hearty laugh makes you open them. He’s holding himself, laughing so hard that tears are at the corners of his eyes. You frown and give him a shove.

“Chris!” You whine. “I almost wet myself!”

“Now that would have been hilarious.” Chris laughs. He wraps his arms around you affectionately. “I’m sorry, I just had to.” Then his eyes widen as they land on your outfit. “Whoa.” Chris throws you a questioning look.

“Choose your next words carefully. Evans.” You tell him sternly, laughing.

“Nice dress.” He says. “But it’s so...un-you.”

“Yeah. My dress apparently got ruined so Scarlett made me wear one of hers.” You say.

Chris laughs. “Ah. That explains it.” He looks at you again. “Well, you look hot.”

“Thanks. So do you.”

“Are you saying I dress like a whore, Evans?!?!” Scarlett’s angry voice cuts in. Chris laughs nervously and runs away.

He turns the corner and runs into Scarlett immediately. “Worked, huh?” He whispers to her quietly, a smile playing on his lips. Scarlett nods gleefully.

“I hid her dress in my closet.”

Chris claps excitedly, like a little kid. “Great! Now all we need is for lover boy to wander near her and…” Chris snaps his fingers. “Like a bird in a…” His voice trails off.

“Bird trap.” Scarlett finishes, laughing.

“Is that a thing?”

“I don’t know.”

                                                       ******

Sebastian Stan talks with Anthony Mackie and Letitia Wright, glass of champagne in hand. The three good friends joke around and laugh comfortably with each other. 

As Anthony and Letitia get into a deep conversation about press tours and meditation, Sebastian ends up staring into space, drinking his champagne. He watches the people come into the room. There’s Chris Hemsworth...hmm, beard looks longer. Oh, and there’s Henry Cavill. Is that Mila Kunis? Cool.

Sebastian pays no attention when Scarlett Johansson walks in, but when he sees you follow her shortly after, he nearly chokes on his drink. Every time you walk into a room you take his breath away, but now is...totally different. You’re wearing a very short, tight, off the shoulder blue dress with cutouts on the side. Your back is completely bare, not to mention the plunging, v-neck neckline shows off everything you have to offer, which is...a hell of a lot. Now, Sebastian has always admired and respected you for your choice not to dress skimpily, but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t fantasized about what you would look like wearing those kinds of clothes. He’s so stunned by the way you’re dressed and how good you look that he, in fact, does choke on his drink. As he gasps, the bubbly liquid travels down into the wrong tube, dripping into his lungs instead of into his stomach. Sebastian bursts out coughing, his face turning red as he tries to calm the twitching in his lungs. Anthony guffaws and thumps him on the back.

“You sure you’re old enough to drink, Seabass?” He teases Sebastian, who’s still busy choking. Letitia joins in on the laughter. She looks into the direction Sebastian was staring off into and sees who he was busy staring at. She elbows Anthony.

“Look who caught Seb’s eye.” She smirks, pointing to you. Anthony follows Letitia’s gaze and his eyes widen.

“Y/N?!” He cranes his neck to get a closer look. “Is she…NO!” He gasps dramatically. “She’s wearing clothes that SHOW HER SKIN?!?!?” Letitia laughs.

“Don’t make fun of her, Mackie. It’s quite a mature thing to not dress scantily.”

“Was that too much for you to handle, Seb?” Anthony pokes Sebastian, who’s blushing furiously.

“What gives you that impression?” Sebastian asks, trying very hard not to look at you. He fails. Of course, Anthony and Letitia notice. Anthony pushes him to the other side of the room.

“Go get ’em!” He whispers harshly. Sebastian doesn’t even have time to protest. Anthony gives him a huge shove and it’s all poor Seb can do to not trip as he walks over to you.

“Hey.” Sebastian says softly, placing one of his hands on your (very bare) shoulder. Startled, you let out a small yelp. When you see it’s Sebastian, you smile warmly.

“Oh, Seb! Hi.” He apologizes for scaring you.

“Nice dress.” He says, smirking a little bit. You notice that he’s trying really hard to keep his eyes on your face, but they flick down to stare at your body every once and again. “Eyes up here, Sebastian.” You joke. Sebastian blushes heavily when he realizes that you just caught him checking you out.

“I’m so sorry!” He stutters, running a hand through his hair.

“I’m just messing with you.” You laugh, placing your hand on his arm. Sebastian is about to ask you something when Winston Duke walks up and throws his arm around your shoulder, surprising both you and Sebastian.

“Hey, Y/N. Seb.” He laughs. Then he steps back to look at you. “Lookin’ great tonight, Y/N.” What.

“Uhhh, thanks.” You say, your voice trembling. Across the room, Anthony snickers. Winston throws a charming smile at you as he slides closer to you, his hand on the small of your back.

“Winston, what...” 

“You look so gorgeous in that dress.” He says softly, taking your hand in his to kiss it. You’re thoroughly confused. 

“I was just wondering if maybe...” Winston’s cut off by Sebastian.

“Aheeeemmmmm! Y/N, can I speak with you for a moment? Privately?” Sebastian asks, stepping in front of Winston and hooking his fingers around your arm. You’re really confused. What’s going on?

“Uhm, okay. Sorry, Winston.” You say, allowing Sebastian to lead you away. He doesn’t stop walking until both of you are out in the hall.

                                                      ******

Anthony walks up to Winston,  both of them laughing their heads off. “That certainly got Old Man Stan to move fast, didn’t it?” Anthony cries, clapping Winston on the back.

“You told me it’d work, but I didn’t believe you!” Winston laughs.

“Well, let’s just see if he’s smart enough to tell the girl he likes her!” Anthony says.

                                                        ******

“What’s up, Seb?” You ask softly, once you’re both safe in the hall. He exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair nervously as he tries to figure out what to say to you that will capture your heart. He’s brought back into reality when you place your hand on his shoulder with a small “hey.” You’re looking at him with concern in your eyes. “What’s wrong?” Sebastian decides to make a bold move. All of the sudden, he’s pushing you against the wall, lips on yours. You’re surprised at his boldness, but you’re not complaining. Your hands travel to cup his jaw, letting out a small moan when he bites on your lower lip. Before things can get too heated, Sebastian pulls away.

He looks at you with an anxious look on his face. You take advantage of the tension to make a joke.

“Well, I’m glad my makeup artist decided against giving me a red lip tonight.” You quip. Sebastian laughs.

“Don’t know if this is necessary, but I like you, Y/N. A lot.” He says softly, running his tongue along his bottom lip.

“Oh, don’t do that.” You say quickly. “I don’t think I can resist that.” Your cheeks flush as you turn your head away from him. Sebastian smirks.

“So...you like me too?”

“Maybe.” You smile. “What spurred you to tell me?”

“Well, for one, that dress.” He says, moving back to stare at it. “For another...it felt right.” Sebastian moves in for another kiss, but you turn away from him, laughing.

“We better get back.” You say, grabbing his hand and leading him back to the party. Sebastian groans like a little kid. “Why? They’ll survive without us.”

“I’m sure our absence has been noted. And I bet you twenty bucks that bets are being taken.” You smirk.

“Done.” Sebastian shakes your hand. The two of you walk back into the elegant party, hand in hand. Robert, Chris, Chris, Elizabeth, Scarlett, Jeremy, Tom Holland, Tom Hiddleston, Mark, Winston, Letitia, and Anthony are gathered in a football huddle, whispering fiercely.

“You better have cash, Stan.” You whisper to him smugly.

“Don’t count your chickens before there are eggs, Y/N.” Sebastian shoots back. Robert notices the two of you walking towards them. And that you’re holding hands.

“BOOM! FINALLY! Give it to me, Mark! You too, kid!” He cries, raising his arms in a victory salute. Mark Ruffalo and Tom Holland groan loudly as they slap bills into Robert’s hands.

“Why, Sebastian? Why, Y/N?” Tom asks you. “WHY TONIGHT?! I was betting on next week at the wrap party!” Jeremy pulls out a notebook.

“You’re wrong, Tom. You were betting on next week before the wrap party.” He says, reading from the book. Everyone starts exchanging money. Anthony and Winston look smug as Elizabeth, Jeremy, and Tom Hiddleston shove bills at them.

“Wait, how long have you guys been betting on this?!” You cry.

“Months.” Chris Hemsworth says as he and Letitia reluctantly hand Chris E and Scarlett some money. You let out a strangled squeal as Sebastian merely laughs.

“I knew that dress would get you somewhere!” Scarlett cheers. Then her eyes widen in horror as you turn to her.

“Wait, you ruined my other dress on purpose?” You ask. “You planned this?!” Everyone turns to look at Scarlett. She smiles sheepishly.

“Uh...well...it was Chris’s idea!” She cries, pointing to the captain. Chris holds his hands up in his defense.

“Oh hey, wait a minute…it was your idea! I merely helped by sending Seb to stand where he could see her come in.”

“YOU GIVE ME BACK MY GODDAMN MONEY, EVANS!” Chris Hemsworth bellows. “YOU TOO, JOHANSSON!”

“HOLD ON A MINUTE!” Chris E shouts, pointing at Mackie and Winston. “I saw Anthony push Seb over to Y/N.”

“So?” Anthony says flippantly. “I just wanted him to get some!”

“No, no, no.” Chris says seriously. “And then Winston went over and got all friendly with her.”

“She’s my friend, Chris.” Winston laughs.

“No, you were being all touchy.” Chris lights up. “AND THEN I SAW YOU TWO TALKING AND LAUGHING AFTER THEY WALKED OUT! YOU TWO PLANNED THIS TOO!” Everyone starts to demand Anthony and Winston for their money back, but they’re not going down without a fight.

As your friends bicker and haggle, Sebastian’s arm encircles your waist. “Let’s get out of here!” He cries into your ear.

“Yeah!” You say back.

“My hotel room’s empty.”

“Lead the way!”

[sinner-as-saint]

Call An Avenger (Sequel)

Run-through: After y/n thinks that fooling around with two gorgeous cast mates was a one-time thing only, things take a turn. For the better?

Themes: smut, language, fluff (a little bit), just a wee bit of angst.

  You thought it was a one-time thing, right? Well, you were sort of wrong. After the two had you whimpering their names on repeat, squirming under their touches as you came multiple times around their fingers and mouths, you thought you were done.

You didn’t think that you would get addicted to their touch after the first time itself.

Later that day, given that you still had a couple more interviews left, you had to cover up the hickeys and love marks they left on your body with concealer and you had to wear a turtle neck sweater just to be sure.

Fortunately enough, you didn’t have any more interviews along with the two, because honestly, your body was still shaking and your head was still a little cloudy and you weren’t sure you would act normally around them.

“Y/n, are you okay? You look, different,” Linda noticed, and this was best-friend-Linda speaking, not bossy-assistant-Linda.

Yeah, Linda, I’m fine I just came too hard earlier I suppose.

“Yeah, I’m good, don’t worry. Are we done here for today?” you asked, feeling a subtle, sweet pain in between your hips with every step you took. Oh, damn them.

“Yeah, we can go home,” she said and you rushed to your car.

  The ride home consisted of you daydreaming about two very muscular, handsome men with breathtaking smiles, who fucked you into oblivion earlier.

 Your driver dropped you off at the hotel you were currently staying at, and you rushed up to your room – in desperate need of a bath.

While in the warm, sweet smelling bath, your mind forced you to recall your past actions.

 flashback :

You could feel Sebastian’s tongue making its way in between your folds, his fingers equally busy slipping in and out of your entrance, while Chris had his lips attached to your neck, his teeth teasing the skin until it was bright red. His beard scratched your skin and it burned a little bit but you liked it. He kept whispering his unholy thoughts in your ear as Seb’s tongue worked its magic on you until your thighs were shaking around his head.

“You’re gonna cum for us, huh, doll?” Chris asked, as his fingers slowly rubbed your clit, applying just the slightest of pressure – enough to make you go crazy but not enough to make you cum yet.

“Yes, yes I will… just please-,” you trailed off moaning.

“Be quiet baby, there are quite a lot of people around outside this changing room,” Seb whispered against your heat, looking up at you.

You had once imagined what he would look like in between your legs, with his tongue taking in whatever you had, but the thought was nowhere as filthy as the real sight in front of you. He looked unreal, his face flushed, his five o’clock shadow glistening due to how he lapped up every drop of your desire as it flowed out of you. His slightly long hair messy due to your fingers being tangled in them. He looked godly.

His lifted his wet mouth off of your heat for a moment, fastening the pace at which his fingers moved in and out of you.

And soon, you couldn’t hold the delicious pressure anymore, so you came undone around both their fingers.

It took you a few seconds to come down from your euphoric state – moaning and whimpering.

“That’s a good girl,” Seb commented, pulling you into his arms as he kissed the living shit out of you. You felt his tongue exploring your mouth and it drove you crazy.

Your hands tugged at his hair again as you felt a body pressed against your back. And you hummed in bliss.

Chris kissed your shoulder and your neck from behind as his fingers started toying with your folds again. You were bare, trapped between both of them and their entire attention was on you. You also felt both their hard on.

And soon, they made you cum again. And again.

But despite how much you wanted to return the favor and make them feel good as well, you all had limited time on your hands. And it wasn’t long until Linda called you, asking you to hurry up.

 End of flashback.

 You sighed, still feeling hot everywhere their skin made contact with yours. You smiled, closing your eyes and leaning your head back. The water in the tub was getting a bit colder and you knew you had to shower quickly and get out, but you also didn’t want to wash away their touch and their kisses. You didn’t want to get rid of their presence on your skin.

This wasn’t love, but it was a fiery feeling which was more than just a crush.

  After your shower, you decided that since you had the evening off, maybe it might be the right time to just wind down, have some tea and curl up on one of the comfy couches and read a book.

You didn’t bother putting clothes on so you were just roaming around the spacious room in a satin bathrobe. You made some Earl Grey tea and went back to the living area. As soon as you curled up on the black couch, your phone buzzed.

Picking it up, you saw that it was a couple of emails from your manager, a few messages from people which you would definitely reply to if you weren’t so worn out, and you saw that Linda sent you a link to a YouTube video.

Check this out: (link)

You tapped on the link, thinking it will be another one of those funny skits she sends you all the time. But this one was different. It was a video title: ‘Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans shamelessly flirting with Y/N Y/L/N for 4 minutes straight’.

Oh, so people noticed.

You watched the whole thing and shook your head at how funny and sassy your fans could be. You typed a quick reply to Linda and placed your phone down beside you, and then got to thinking.

What if, you and the two men really were a thing? Would people slut shame you? Would it be a big deal?

You had an open mind and you didn’t think that there was anything bad with polyamory. But since you lived in the public eye, would people judge you?

Of course they would, they always did. What were you doing? The two were probably not even thinking of you right now. Come on, you thought, they’re both good looking, genuinely nice gentlemen who were well-off. It won’t take them much to find women who were way better than you.

Fuck, there you did it again. You ruined everything just by over thinking.

 “Are you okay there, doll?” a voice asked, causing you to look up in surprise. It was Sebastian, and behind him was Chris.

“What – I, what are you doing here? I mean, how did you get in?” you asked, trying your best not to look stressed out.

“Well, you left the door unlocked, and we thought since we’re staying at the same hotel, you know, maybe we could, uh, hang out. If you want, that is,” Chris explained and you nodded.

“Yeah… I mean, we’re friends and I-,”

“Friends? Is that what we are? Tell me, do friends think about fucking each other all the time?” Sebastian asked, taking a seat next to you, running his hand up and down your exposed leg.

Chris sat on the other side of you, and said nothing.

“I don’t know. I don’t know, Seb. It’s just that, it’s not – I mean, it’s impossible for us to be more than that because of our jobs and I know it sounds rushed but when I’m with you, with both of you it feels like, like, I don’t know, like-,”

“Like something fits?” Chris finished your sentence, smiling gently at you as his hands tucked the hair which fell out of your messy bun behind your ear.

 The action was so sweet and heartfelt that it made you want to ride him till the sun came up the next morning.

 “Yeah, like something fits,” you replied, looking down at your hands in your lap.

“Well, we feel the same, babe,” Sebastian spoke, grabbing your face and turning it towards him gently so he could look at you in the eyes.

“And we don’t know what that means or what it would entail, but there’s one thing for sure, we’d keep you safe,” Chris said. And you smiled at him.

You sighed and stood up, only to sit down on the coffee table facing both of them.

“And what about you two? Are you, you know, into each other as well?” you asked, smirking.

They looked at each other and smirked back at you.

“Well, we’ve, uh, experimented together,” Chris’ reply got you all hot and bothered.

“And?” you asked further.

“And this piece of ass is shy to tell you that he likes being fucked in the ass,” Sebastian replied, leaning back into the couch.

You giggled.

“So, you’re a bottom, huh Chris? Oh the things I’d do just to see that,” you whispered, biting your lips at they both had your eyes fixed on you.

“That can be arranged, babygirl. Just say it,” Sebastian whispered huskily, leaning towards you and holding you jaw gently, his lips only millimeters away.

Your eyes flicked between him and Chris, who just sat there with an obvious hard on. His lips parted as he let out ragged breaths. Now he was all hot and bothered too.

Sebastian’s breath fanned your face as a mischievous thought formed in your head.

“Actually, maybe another time. Can we watch a movie instead? And cuddle maybe?” you asked, innocently, placing your hand on the center of Sebastian’s chest and pushing him back into the couch.

He sighed loudly. And Chris did the same. But they agreed nonetheless.

So you chose a movie, grabbed a blanket and settled yourself in between the two built men.

Yet, you knew it won’t be long until all three of you were going at it with each other like wild animals.

And eventually you did.

 Midway through the movie, Chris groaned.

“What, this is the best part, Chris! This is where-,” you got cut off by a pair of lips smashing onto yours.

Chris grabbed your face and pressed his body against yours, slowly guiding one of your hands over his very visible and prominent hard on. You smiled into the kiss.

“Got you all worked up, did I?” you asked, briefly breaking the kiss. He sighed.

“Well your ass was literally on top of my crotch, baby,” he answered and tugged on your bottom lip. You giggled.

Meanwhile behind you, Sebastian undid the knot on the side of your robe and pulled it down your shoulders in no time. He kissed his way from your exposed shoulder to your neck and soon found your sweet spot – which he nibbled on mercilessly, making you whimper in pleasure.

“You smell so good, babe,” he commented against you cheek, kissing your jaw. His hands started moving down to your core but Chris stopped him, making you let out a little whine.

“I think our girl said she wanted something earlier, why not give her that first?” he suggested, and Sebastian smirked at him, then down at you.

He stood up, pulling you up along with him and he sat you down on the coffee table once again. He took off his clothes, slowly as your eyes trailed up and down his perfectly built body. God took his time on this one, you thought.

Sebastian stripped down completely, his length fully erected as he bent down and looked deep into your e/c orbs with his dreamy, blue ones.

“You’re gonna be a good girl and watch as I take him from behind baby, yeah?” he whispered against your lips, and you nodded, clenching your thighs together tightly in order to help you out of your misery because you knew by his demeanor that he was not gonna let you cum so easily.

He caressed you cheekbone and left you to focus on Chris, who was also out of everything he was wearing earlier. And he held a tube in his hand.

“I got the lube,” he announced, and Seb took it from his grasp, opened it and coated his hard on completely, all while maintaining eye contact with Chris. You could have sworn you saw him shudder under his gaze only.

Chris got on his knees on the couch and faced Sebastian as the latter kissed him mercilessly, their tongue teasing each other and hands all over each other as you felt a warmth take over your body as you watched them.

You bit you lip as your hand slowly traveled down to your heat, and you realized that you were dripping already. You moved your fingers against your folds gently as Seb positioned himself behind Chris and teased him with his tip while his hand stroked Chris’ length. He moaned out loud and you almost did too as your palm rubbed against your little bundle of nerves.

“Desperate, aren’t you?” Seb asked Chris as he kept stroking his length and he slipped his own into the latter.

Chris moaned again, letting out a ragged breath as he wrapped his own hand around Seb’s and urged him to stroke him faster.

“Fuck, just move already,” Chris whined and Seb obliged.

He started out slowly but then increased his pace at moving in and out of Chris’ tight hole. Curse words floated around the room as Seb caught you touching yourself with your head thrown back, trying your best to hold in your moans.

“Look at me babygirl,” Seb ordered, and since you weren’t too far away, he grabbed your jaw harshly and forced you to look up at him.

You did, and whimpered loudly at the sight on front of you. Sebastian was relentlessly moving in and out of Chris – pumping him with one hand, while the other hand held your face. Chris’ moans caused another drop of your lust to flow out of you and the sounds of their skin slapping didn’t not help at all, yet, all you could do was to slip two fingers in between your folds in order to try and alleviate the delicious pressure which formed at your heat.

Soon, the two of them were sweaty, moaning messes as they both came undone – panting loudly.

“Fuck!” Chris moaned out loud and Sebastian slipped out of him gently.

By now, you were dripping and you were sure that they could see the droplets of desire which flowed out of you and onto the mahogany coffee table. The sight of it made you blush, but not for long.

 Chris sat directly in front of you, his eyes closed as he came down from his high. His chest glistened with a thin layer of sweat and his lips plump and pink due to Seb’s ferocious kiss earlier. Just watching him like that was hot enough to get you off.

“You’re literally dripping, baby,” Sebastian cooed at your ear. You didn’t even notice that he had inched closer to you by now.

He grabbed your hand and pulled you into his lap back on the couch. You settled your heat on his toned thigh and he almost moaned when he saw how wet you actually were.

His hands grabbed your ass and pushed your body further into his, as his lips sucked on your neck once again. You moaned as your hands tangled into his dark hair.

“Seb, please, I need you in me. Now,” you said, breaking the kiss and he smirked at you.

“Whatever you want, baby,” he said and pushed you down onto your back on the couch. Chris stood up and went behind Sebastian, lining himself behind him.

 And that’s how the three of you fucked the living shit out of each other. Chris slipped his length into Seb, while the latter was buried deep in you. You soon caught a rhythm and the three of you moved perfectly against one another.

The smell of sex filled the air, as did your moans and the wet sounds of your actions.

Chris’ eyebrows furrowed as his felt his orgasm building quickly. Seb frowned in pleasure as he felt himself being filled from behind while your tight walls milked him just like he wanted them to.

You felt your orgasm build up pretty quickly too, and the moans coming from the both of them didn’t help at all.

You were desperate for a release and you were sure that they were too.

“Fuck, you both feel so damn good!” Seb moaned as he felt Chris’ thrust becoming sloppier and sloppier by the second, signaling that he came. He felt the warm load leak out of him as Chris pulled out slowly, panting and groaning as he saw how perfectly your tits were bouncing due to the pace at which Sebastian moved in and out of you.

Seb fastened his pace and soon, you felt you walls clench around him, pumping him until he came as well, biting down at you shoulder to keep himself from moaning too loudly.

You came with a loud moan, feeling Seb’s load hitting your walls inside. He slowly pulled out and let his body fall on the couch, his head falling on Chris’ broad shoulder.

You lifted you trembling body up and settled yourself in between his legs, panting still as you came down from your high.

 “Well, that was something I could get used to,” Chris said, reaching out and holding your hand tightly in his, as if reassuring you that he would take care of you from now on.

“Oh, I agree,” Seb said, kissing the side of your head as it laid on top of his chest.

“Me too,” you said, lifting your head to look at both of them, lacing your fingers with Chris’ as you kissed Seb’s warm chest and then laid your face against it, your ear right where his heart was. Hearing his heartbeat was soothing. And it helped you to calm down.

 You didn’t care what anyone thought of you, you were happy with these two.

[iwillsearchtheuniverse4u]

Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You

This is my first ever smut, so go easy on me, please.

Warnings: explicit language, oral s!x (female recieving), generally very smutty so don't read if you're not into it.

Summary: You interview an up and coming rock band Palaye Royale and your blood red shirt catches Sebastian's eyes as it is just revealing enough.

You walked up to the only mirror in your little apartment that you shared with your best friend Janette. It was the vintage leaning floor mirror you see in old movies, with the cheap golden coat of paint half scraped off. You were trying to style the perfectly monotone outfit for a very important interview you had today. Last Friday you had been given only a few info on the group you'd be interviewing for your local television programme on up and coming rockstars and you did enough research on them to know they were a very attractive group of brothers.You were trying on the blood red fitted shirt with quite a good amount of cleavage on show when Janette suddenly barged in dressed in pyjama shorts and a bra. It was Saturday so you weren't surprised, she usually laid in bed on weekends and had a Vampire Diaries marathon or did some hot yoga if she was up for it. You guessed it was the latter today. »Gurlll, that shirt looks absolutely gorgeous on you,« she gasped with a huge smile on her face. »Yes, if I am ready to start a brothel with Palaye Royale as my main guests,« you answered as you started to undress. She grabbed your hands while they were half way above your head and said: »No, I am being serious, it suits you and besides, it's not like you're there to show yourself off. As you became a journalist, you placed a heavy burden on your shoulders to present your television network in the best possible light and you, my friend, are shining brighter than the goddamn sun in this shirt. Just put those tight black skinny jeans on and you'll fit right in with the band.« She had her way with words, you had to admit. You decided to follow her advice.   When you walked into the studio everything was already laid out: a huge beige sofa facing an armchair the same exact colour. You sat on your spot and ran through your notes on the band again. Suddenly you heard the doors of the studio open with a sudden bang like somebody was ready to take them off its hinges. You looked up and saw three grown men jostling eachother and laughing like they walked in their own home. You frowned at their interaction but you weren't ready to interrupt them. »You're actually expecting me to believe that you weren't the one to break my favorite glass that I was deliberately hiding from you?« That was Remington, you could recognize that voice anywhere after listening to both of their albums for a week now. »You can't really say that the fridge was a very good hiding place to be fair,« said the guitarist, Sebastian. He looked like the maturer version of the other two brothers and you were somehow drawn to him despite his strange taste in hairstyles. Your eyes glued to him and he must have noticed because his gaze met yours in a matter of seconds. He smiled shyly and calmed the other two down. You quickly adjusted your shirt, as in you pulled the cleavage part as far up as possible because you felt extremely exposed, and showed them to the sofa. Your notes suddenly slipped off of your knees and you started to apologize vigorously. They were scattered all over the floor and you felt a sudden wave of heat run to your cheeks as you lowered to the ground to get them. »Jeez, Seb, you should seriously watch where you're looking and like help her instead, maybe?« Said Emerson as he picked up two of the sheets closer to where the eldest was sitting. You looked up, unable to comprehend what he was implying. Sebastian had his eyes on the one thing you were trying to hide so hard. Well, two things to be exact. He looked away and crossed his long legs, a secretive grin forming all over his face. You cheeks felt even hotter and you couldn't help but look back to the ground. It wasn't in your nature to flirt mindlessly like Janette would all the time. As the cameras turned on, you started asking your questions. Compared to how flustered you had been just moments before, you were completely relaxed when the cameras were filming. Remington was the one to give the most answers while Emerson only spoke when he had everything thought out completely. His words were that of a poet. But you were surprised that Sebastian was keeping quiet so you tried to address him directly a couple of times before giving up since his answers were mostly short and moody. As the interview was over you thanked them and proceeded to shake each of the brother's hand. Emerson and Remington both enthusiastically thanked you for the fun they'd presumably had but when you held Sebastian's hand you suddenly felt a strong grip so you couldn't really do a proper shake. You looked up from your hands to meet his piercing eyes. The curve of his lips was almost as straight as his eyebrows, his expression careful to reveal as little as possible. The other two chuckled like they were the only ones to know what was going on and Emerson whispered: »Well, I guess you're screwed.« They quickly joined the filming team headed to the nearby bar. »You shouldn't have worn red, you made our bull here pretty damn excited,« shouted Remington over his shoulder. You were left entirely alone in the huge basement-like studio with no windows to cry for help through. You tried to gently remove your hand from his grip as it was getting quite uncomfortable but as you did that he only pulled you closer to him. He raised his eyebrows and that grin from earlier formed all over his face again. »He was right, you know? I don't really like my interviewers wearing that particular shade of red. It's something about it that makes me feel a certain way.« He looked down to your cleavage again and one of his eyebrows twitched just so much that you noticed. Your cheeks flushed furiously but you caught yourself feel something tingling inside the lower part of your belly as he put his free hand on the curve of your back. You were so close together that you could feel his breath on your lips. You automatically bit your lips as his gaze found them. They weren't used to getting this much attention from anyone just like you weren't. He suddenly pulled you into a passionate kiss that led his hands to move further down until he grabbed your ass with all his might and almost growled while he did so. You almost lost your breath as the tingling sensation transformed into a heated need in between your thighs. You never really felt this way before and the kiss only continued to get more and more sloppy and hot. As he finally let you breathe his lips explored your neck. He bit the part right above your collar bone and you were sure that would leave a mark but it produced so much pleasure that the thought just faded away. You weren't ready to let your body take over completely just yet so you held his chin up and said: »Listen, I really don't want to be just one of those women you fuck while on tour.« He frowned while one of his hands proceeded to play with the collar of your shirt that wasn't that far away from your nipples. »To tell you the truth, I've been on tour for about a month now and I haven't seen a woman wearing that particular shade of red before.« Your voice started to shake as his hands cupped your breasts as you told him: »No, I seriously mean it. I haven't really done this before.« That last part was almost whispered because of how shy you were about it. He just laughed as his kisses playfully landed in the valley between both breasts. Your hands automatically gripped his hair as you were feeling dizzier and dizzier from the shortness of breath. »You mean, you haven't slept with a rockstar before? Hahaha, I'll be flattered,« he managed to get out in between kisses that were now resuming to go lower and lower until he was just under your still clothed belly button. »No, wait, stop!« You exclaimed as you tugged on his hair. »You don't understand. I haven't really....well, I'm still...« He got completely serious and stood up from under your belly button. »You mean to tell me you haven't fucked at all? Ever? With those two hidden right under that beautiful face of yours?« He pointed at your chest that was now even more on display as before. You looked at the ground and shook your head. »Well, that is something I would feel very privileged to do. If you'll let me, of course,« he said. It was like he transformed into a whole other person he had been just a second before. His smile was warm and kind and there was nothing but pure happiness in his eyes. You got closer to him and put a gentle kiss on his lips. He held you in a tight hug and now proceeded to tug on your shirt. He waited for you to lift your arms and slowly removed your shirt. »I think I liked the previous pace better, you know?« You whispered into his ear. He laughed. »Well, shit. This is the first time I'm taking someone's virginity. I don't k...« You cut him of with a kiss that included quite a bit more tongue than the previous one. He gladly returned the favor. His tongue clearly knew his way around yours as your thirst for him became even more unbearable. You stopped to tug on the collar of his black shirt, leading him to your office. By the time you got there his pants had quite a noticable bulge and his breathing was getting heavier as he was observing the lace of your bra cut into your skin just above your tense nipple. As you entered the office he grabbed your waist and slammed you on the floor because your table was covered in papers, a computer, a table light and it just didn't seem all that comfortable. His kisses were becoming more and more passionate and scattered across your body like it was his own little playground. You unzipped your pants and pointed at his shirt, implying that he should also take it off. As you were trying really hard to get out of your skinny jeans, you observed the way he hastily pulled up his shirt, exposing his masculine body and you swore in your mind because Janette made you wear this pair of jeans. When you finally managed to take them off, he sat on his knees taking in every inch of you, the bulge in between his legs getting harder and bigger. You smiled playfully with one eyebrows raised and pulled your legs from under him only to tease him while opening them wide. The black and pink lacy panties were the sexiest pair you owned and you just tried to point that out to him. »Are you really sure you haven't done this before?« He asked as you giggled. He lowered his head to your panties and bit on the lace to try and pull them off. There was a fire burning inside your lower abdomen and you weren't keen on doing this slowly so you helped him slide them off. He licked your burning hot clit only to tease you and started to move his tongue up to your belly and to the matching lacy black-pink bra. He moved his head up to face you from in between your breasts and proceeded to unhook your bra. His tongue made his way around your nipples and you arched your back in pleasure. »Now, I really want to taste you good, baby,« he whispered as he lowered his face back to your thighs, making a path of kisses up to your hot spot. He licked your folds and started to move his tongue graciously around your clit, inserting first one and then another finger inside you. You didn't know you were able to experience so much pleasure at once. You held his head and tugged on his hair while breathing heavily. »Sebastian, Sebastian....Please, just fill me up,« He stopped at once right before you were about to come, your back arching like never before. He pulled out his fingers and you heard the sound of him licking them. He got himself adjusted above you, looking straight into your eyes and he unzipped his pants. You could suddenly feel his member barely touching your entrance and you couldn't help but whine. You wanted him inside like you had  never wanted anything before. »I love the way you say my name, darling. I am going to make you scream it now,« he whispered into your ear. He aligned his cock with your opening and slid it inside without a warning. You clenched your fists on his back and sighed in awe of the pain. He let you adjust for a couple of moments and started with a steady pace. You couldn't keep quiet so you moaned louder and louder. »Say my name,« he demanded. You started with a long moan: »Sebaaastiaaaann...« And he seemed to really enjoy it so you continued. As you were reaching your high you started to get louder and louder, screaming out his name as you came. You felt everything you could ever feel at once flush over your body like it was magic. »SEBASTIAN!« You exclaimed as your walls clenched around his cock, making him produce a loud groan of satisfaction. His moves started to get sloppy and he started trembling as he released into you. You both started panting heavily as he slowly pulled out and laid down beside you, exhausted from all the fun you'd just had. Both of you looking at the ceiling, his hand slowly found yours and gently held it as he moved his head to face you. He was dead serious with his eyes staring directly into yours as he said: »That was fucking beautiful.« You smiled at him before trying to get up but his hand pulled you back into his embrace and he laid just one more soft kiss on your lips. Then you both got up from the floor and started dressing up. While you tried to hook your bra back up he teasingly unhooked it again. When you tried tried to scold him, turning towards him, he looked at the ceiling, pretending to be innocent. Suddenly, he got closer to you and passionately kissed you again, groping your boobs violently. As he stopped he bit your lower lip and pulled it. This time, you stepped behind your table so he couldn't reach you and finally you were able to hook up the bra. When you were both dressed up you left the studio and walked to their tour bus. Emerson, Remington and their crew waited in front of it, talking and laughing. Walking up to them they all went really quiet, almost too quiet as Remington started giggling and the others couldn't keep a serious face. Sebastian grabbed your hand and said: »I think we found ourselves a new roomie on the bus.« Your eyes widened and you let out a small gasp. »Yeah, we could all hear that,« Remington said and made the others laugh uncontrollably.  »We don't have enough room, though. I guess you'll just have to join him in his bed,« Emerson added after a couple of minutes when the laughter finally stopped.