#also with Sebastian I need to draw him so badly

[sirbird]

The gang is not surviving this one

[neetily]

Private Screening - KINKTOBER DAY 10 (VOYEURIUSM) - (SDV) Alex + Sebastian

— ✧ warnings: Threesome, Voyeurism, blowjob, Cum Eating, Drool/Saliva, Masochism, face fucking — ✧ word count: 1,663

— ✧ A/N: reposting from my old account since i was asked to! formatting might be off, but it's still readable.

This is the closest he’ll ever get to fucking you, as pitiful as that sounds, and so he does his best to enjoy it while it lasts, keeping his hands to himself where they’ve been directed to be by your boyfriend. Fist tight at the base of his cock, squeezing back in defiance at every throb down his length, eyes glued to where you and Alex repeatedly connect. It’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen. You’re the hottest thing he’s ever seen. And, in some hidden part of his brain, Alex ticks that box too. Wanting equally to touch the both of you, to flick his fingers against your clit while kissing Alex eagerly, God- anything would do at this point, his moans choked at just how much he yearns.

It’s just… Alex’s one rule in regards to taking part was — look, but don’t touch.

Sebastian understands why the rule is in place and is thankful to even be given the opportunity to just watch. Nursing his rock hard cock as you’re forced to bounce in Alex’s lap to try and prolong his viewing time, pupils blown out in sheer infatuation for your pretty little cunt sucking Alex’s cock in over and over again. His eyes flit up to your face, swallowing hard at the way your eyes roll to the back of your head, put on full display for his spectator pleasure with Alex seated behind you. Still, your boyfriend is much bigger than you are and even with your back to Alex’s chest he can still see much of the man. The furrowed brows you cause him to make, greedy cunt surely nice and tight for Alex’s big cock, yeah? Seems that way from Sebastian’s seated position anyway, his focus trained on your copious slick coating his friends cock, the way you can’t shut up about how good it feels to be split in two, how big Alex is and how full he fucks you — he’s honestly a little jealous… Though not sure as to which position.

He’s no choice but to swallow his envy and start stroking his cock again, edging himself pretty much since he showed up to Alex’s room simply so that he doesn’t embarrass himself with how eager he is for you both. The pretty girl and her handsome boyfriend going at it as if he wasn’t even present. It’d be a shame if he were to choose between you two, drooling over the sight of Alex’s cock, gasping at the sound of your moans for more. It’s difficult to choose where to look too, honestly. Constantly flickering his eyes between two bodies, barely able to concentrating on his own aching cock until fat beads of precum roll down over his fingers. Only then does he realise how hard he’s gawking, hunched over himself like some alley pervert creeping on the two sexy teens without invitation. Only he’s been invited, welcomed into your private space of tear stained cheeks at the stretch Alex fucks you through and loud slaps of skin on skin with the speed he fucks you at. He audibly whines in tempting frustration when your eyes meet his own.

“D-Don’ listen to him, Seb-!” You pathetically mewl, grabbing at your tits to roll your nipples between your fingers. Fuck- he’s close already don’t make things harder for him, the moan of his name causing his heart to stutter as well as his fist. Hypnotized at the need dripping from your words, cock throbbing with masochistic enjoyment when Alex yet again denies him permission to touch by wrapping a dominant arm around your tummy so that your outstretched hand never meets him. Yet you’re so inviting, and he wants so badly to pet you into submission too, to have you moan so sweet under him also — but he knows his place. The harsh glare Alex sends his way causing his hips to buck in his tightly closed fist, drawing a greedy whine from his chest at the nonverbal don’t you dare. He doesn’t dare, abiding by Alex’s one rule like the obedient dog he is, whimpering in his corner when Alex makes a point to shuffle down the bed to better angle his cock against your sweet spot, your resulting sobs of pleasure going right to Sebastian’s drooling tip as he gasps with the surprise need to shoot his load right there and then, forcefully halting his fist fucking so that he doesn’t cum all over himself but a little trickle leaks out anyway. How embarrassing, hoping that he isn’t caught enjoying himself too much but when he looks up to check on things he’s met with Alex’s cocky smirk. He knows. And it only serves to have his cock twitch in his too tight hold, instinctively humping his cock up into the palm of his hand at the knowing look he’s regarded with, the understanding that now Alex knows how perverted he really is. You’re too far gone to give him the same attention, instead your eyes squeeze shut with your mouth hanging open as loud moans are fucked out of you. He thinks that’s just as good as the scolding Alex gives him anyway, trying to match the speed of his masturbation to every thrust you’re made to take, quietly pretending that it’s him causing you to sound so lewd. That it’s his cock you’re about to cream, his fantasies made more reality when you beg for his touch despite your boyfriends actions, staring him down with pure lust present in your voice. “Sebastian- please-!” You try to coax, unable to reach out to him any more with how tight Alex keeps you pinned to his body, bouncing you up and down on his admittedly fat cock like he’s got something to prove.

He doesn’t, Sebastian thinks. Even he can see how much you love Alex, licking his lips in annoyance as he has to exercise a stupid amount of resistance to not crawl over to you and fuck his own cock into you. That, or, to not suck Alex’s cock clean of your slick. Immobilized by want, stroking himself faster in time with Alex’s fucks seeking to reach your end, his dizzy head wanting to throw back in sensitive pleasure but he needs to watch you fall apart, waiting to watch his dreams come true as you wriggle and writhe in Alex’s lap. A short cry of cumming! from your pretty lips later and he’s shooting his load with you, unable to stop the need to bust at how cute you look creaming your boyfriends cock as he keeps fucking you through your orgasm, squeezing his eyes shut after a good look to imagine that it’s his cock you’re staining, his fist furiously fucking himself red raw with how much he wants you. Thick ropes of cum land on his chest, his hips desperately humping the air as he shamefully whines, high pitched and feminine, almost matching your own cries of overstimulation.

Then, a moment of calm. All that’s heard are harsh gulps of air, the wet squelch of Alex’s cock slipping out your cunt and the continued sobs from Sebastian. He’s been wanting you for so long, so happy to have been giving the privilege of seeing you so exposed and vulnerable that he can’t stop staring at your blissed out expression, still thumbing at his sensitive tip absentmindedly.

“Here.” Alex sighs, the command in his voice instantly drawing Sebastian’s attention to the kind of expression he’s intimately aware of. Alex is close, but he’s holding back. He doesn’t even second guess himself as he walks on all fours towards the two of you, panting like a dog as he waits for his next instruction. Truly fucked himself dumb with the way he’s acting, but he hasn’t the mind to be aware of it. Sat nice and compliant between Alex’s legs, cock right before his eyes and just soaked in all your juices. It causes him to salivate, to drool all over himself with need to have a taste. And when Alex prompts him with “Go on.” he’s never moved faster in his life.

His own softening cock quickly springs back to life as he wraps his lips around Alex’s tip, following the motion as Alex presses his cock against your slit. The resulting mewl you let out causes Sebastian to hum, which in turn makes Alex gasp as the vibrations roll down his length. A three way connection, Sebastian happy to be at the bottom as he lowers his head down to swallow Alex completely. The angle of Alex’s cock between your folds inevitably means that as much as Sebastian sucks your boyfriends cock he’s also slurping at your hole, making a mess of things and covering his face in a mixture of cum, pre and spit, but fuck he doesn’t care- not when you both taste so good, his appreciation stuck in his throat when you take hold of his hair and force an unfair tempo upon him. “Sebby, like this.” You sigh, and he can hear the lovedrunk smirk in your words when he’s unable to physically look at you, coerced into throat fucking Alex whether he wants to or not — though luckily he does.

And Alex is enjoying himself too, playing with your pretty tits as Sebastian services him, adding in his own little humps down his tight lips until he’s spilling his seed down his throat, your mean actions stopping just to hold Sebastian down to hear him choke and splutter oh Alex’s fat load. He doesn’t care, mind you, willingly drowning in cum as he attempts to drink as much as he can, to not leave a mess like a good boy in hopes of getting invited again because his cock is the hardest it’s ever been when getting mistreated by you both and he’s head over heels in need for more.

“Good boy-” Alex praises, and your breathy giggle has him dribbling pre again.

[moeblob]

So kind of a mix between OC and fanart today?

Red headed guy is Riond and he's a side character in a plot of mine who just. Constantly suffers after interacting with one of the main characters... named Sebastian. So naturally, I grew attached to the funny little side character and decided to give him a farm. So I made a file in SDV for him and his farm name is "Getaway Farm" because... he needs a break from the corporate life so badly.

I think at first he'd be really easy to get along with in regards to Leah and Maru? But incredibly wary of SDV Sebastian based solely on his own. Buuuut I think over time they'd get along pretty well!

Also I just wanted to finally draw Leah since I have yet to draw her. uwu

[cosmiclion]

Hello everyone, this is my way of announcing that I've decided to "fuse" all my little Kuro AUs/ideas (or as many as I can) into one single huge AU:

It’s just easier for me to have one big pretentious project where all arcs are connected instead of going back and forth between AUs 🤷🏻

⬇️Context under the cut⬇️

For those who haven't seen her this is Belmon or just B (any pronouns), the demon OC I shamelessly ship with Grell, I’ve been thinking lately that I really should draw her interacting with other characters 🙂 She belongs to a species of demon that don’t eat souls but instead sustain themselves by absorbing other creatures’ energy, called succubus/incubus or Life Leeches. They’re still immortal eldritch entities beyond human comprehension that originally come from another realm and have limitless shapeshifting abilities, but they’re a little less “otherworldly” in the sense that they experience more human-like emotions and feelings, have concepts of romance, affection, sexuality, friendship and family and can indulge themselves in human pleasures like sleep and food, even if they don’t need them. They also begin their life similarly to humans in that they reproduce sexually, and age like humans during their first years, though they stop aging once they reach adulthood.

When I initially created the AU where I included her, the basic plot was that Sebastian was a familiar demon who had first made a contract with Vincent (which explained why they had a similar physical appearance). The attack at the manor still happened but both twins survived, and then the contract was passed to RCiel and Madam Red, who was also a watchdog, became the twins’ legal guardian. Grell wasn’t a reaper but some kind of spirit of nature who was An’s familiar and they were like sisters, then they met a badly injured and weakened Belmon whose human family had been killed by feral demons, and after taking her in she also became An’s familiar and later fell in love with Grell.

I’ve been making a lot of changes to the AU and scraped most of that. The story so far is that B isn’t anyone’s familiar (and never had a human family) but some demon who has her own place and does her own thing. She’s an acquaintance of Sebastian, they don’t see each other too often but know how to find each other when they need to (at this point in time none of them has met Grell, she’ll come into their lives later). B is a very young demon, in fact at the time this scene takes place she’s chronologically 21 years old, unlike Sebastian whose life spans millennia. So B is pretty much a “new demon”. Despite this, she’s lived among humans most of her life and is an expert on them and their needs.

When Sebastian gets out of the cult’s building with the unconscious Ciel (turns out the conditions the poor boy was kept in gave him a nasty respiratory infection), he doesn’t really know what to do with him. Well, he knows the first thing is to pull the child away from death’s door, but he doesn’t know exactly how to save him on his own, and he has no time to lose. His best choice is to go to B for help, as Life Leeches can not only absorb other creature’s energy but also give them their own energy via physical contact. In fact their supernatural healing abilities are often chosen over (or along with) human doctors for more serious or urgent stuff, they may not be able to quickly and miraculously cure a serious illness or heal a life threatening wound, but they can help a person’s body fight it by keeping it strong. So he basically shows up at her door and hands the child to her like “Plz help ☹️”

Note 1: “Crow” is how B addresses Sebastian before he actually starts going by Sebastian. I headcanon that a demon’s real name isn’t even known to other demons, so they often give each other names based on a color, animal or any other thing that is commonly associated with them. Belmon is actually a shorter simplified version of her real name, and Sebastian calls her Blue.

B absolutely adores children of any species and is more than happy to help nurse little Ciel back to health, she’s just puzzled that a demon like Crow is suddenly acting all motherly and protective 😱

Note 2: I made Ciel’s hair a little bit longer and messier because, realistically, seeing as how the cultists treated the children I don’t think they would’ve bothered to keep them groomed ☠️

(I'm tempted to give the Phantomhive boy so many parental figures but I swear I'll still draw him mainly interacting with Sebas 😂).

[tiredflowercrown]

Bored so here's a draft I'm not sure I will finish anytime soon, also that's not the finished title I'm just to lazy to think of a good one

Uh oh angst

The Gaston twins needed to learn their place. No. The entire Shadow’s Keep needed to learn their place. All the bounties that got placed on the Shattered Hope were getting annoying.

He dodged another attempt to grab him from Junior. At least the Gastons were stupid and didn’t like to use weapons. Made his job easier.

“You need to move, Lil Sammy. You’re not our target.”

“And just let you kill a member of my crew? Fat chance. And don’t call me that!”

A swipe of one of his knives silenced them for now. Trois simply rolled his eyes, before taking out a hunting knife.

Well fuck. That means they need proof.

The tiniest spot of white hair caught his eye before it moved quickly out of sight. Away from the battle. Good. The twins didn’t need to see this. Junior was also looking in that direction, a smirk growing on his face.

“The little brats <i> are </i> on the ship. No need to bother with him anymore.”

Sammy threw himself at them with a renewed sense of rage. They couldn’t make it on the ship. He wouldn’t allow it. Over his dead body would they get his brothers. Never get his Sebastian and his Silas. The hits became more brutal than ever. Most had never truly seen him fight for his brothers.

Junior and Trois became littered with slashes and stabs that had gotten deflected to less important places. Yet Sammy was still losing ground. The twins sheer might pushing him closer and closer to the gangway. None of the other crew was really around, nobody stayed close on pay day unless they were forced to, leaving Sammy alone to defend himself. His desperation only grew the closer he got. His recklessness left him open for more wounds, yet Sammy was still calculating how much he could take before it really started hurting. Before he was too useless to help anyone. Too useless to do his job.

It wasn’t until he was directly in front of the gangway that Harry Badun in the crow’s nest spotted him. But what could he do? Sammy was the only other person near the ship other than Squeaky and Squirmy, Harry knew better than to bring them into this. He scrambled down as fast as he could to try and help, but deep inside he knew he would be too late, wouldn’t be enough help. The only better fighters on the Shattered Hope than Sammy were Harriet and Diego.

Sammy seemed to be losing and losing badly as the fight continued on, his wounds stacking up. Even with Harry jumping in and drawing some attention away from him. Everything seemed too late when Trois caught sight of Squeaky peeking out of the stairway. Junior managed to throw Sammy back. Trois delivered a crushing blow to Harry’s head sending him crumbling to the deck. Squeaky turned and ran, no doubt going to attempt to lose them in the maze of the ship. Sammy refused to let it get that far.

Picking himself off the ground, Sammy ran after them, exhaustion and pain dragging him down. Nothing he wasn’t already used to.

[humanoidalien27]

This is Chapter 3 of the Wizard Hunt Original. I'm starting here because the first two are the same. There are pieces that are similar between both stories, but they're different ones. This one will be painful, heartbreaking and kick you in the feels (at least it did to me while writing it.) Once this one is finished, I will begin releasing Ominis's sixth year story.

Content warning: mentions of manipulation

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Chapter 3

Months Later

Sebastian was sent to Azkaban almost immediately, you suspected Professor Black just didn't want his own reputation taking a hit. That also meant you couldn't give him his wand back, so it wasn't snapped in two.

Things progressed pretty fast after that and days turned into weeks, then months.

Anne died of her curse and the weight of her grief shortly after Sebastian was imprisoned.

You and Ominis tried to help and comfort her, but in the end, couldn't do anything to help.

Watching her die stung as badly as losing Sebastian, the three of you had bonded closely because of it.

After Anne's death, Ominis ended up moving in with you in the Upper Hogsfield village to avoid going back home to his parents. Though you did annoy him at times with leaving things lying around in strange places, something you've tried not doing too much.

"I'm a bit concerned about school beginning soon. With Anne and Sebastian gone. It's not going to be the same," Ominis whispered, drawing your gaze.

"Yeah, I'm feeling that too," you agreed, eyes wandering towards your tea cup when his darkened further. "Have you settled on a career yet?"

"Well, I still want to run a clothing store. I did think about joining your career, but I-"

"What? Since when?"

He gave a slight shrug. "You're my last friend. I don't want to lose you too. So, if you want to go into a dangerous job, then I wanted to be there to make sure you survive it."

"That's not really fair to you, you know. Besides, everything is a dangerous job for me. I'm STILL being hunted by fragments of Rookwood and Harlow's rag-tag band."

He nodded. "I know, that's why I've been thinking about this for a while."

Staring at him, you frowned. "You're not asking for my opinion, are you?"

He mashed his lips together and gave a nod. "I am, but I did fill out the necessary paper work to go with you when you visit Azkaban today."

Tapping the cup, you sighed. You were grateful he wanted to watch out for you, but going to Azkaban with you for auror training? Not ever.

He gave a slight smile before he took another bite of his food.

"You're hoping to see Sebastian, aren't you?" That made him tense and lift his head so you could see his features twist. "I miss him too, but the people in that prison aren't the same as they were going in."

"I know, but I need to do this."

You didn't press further and ate the rest of your food in silence.

Auror Draken led you through Azkaban, showing you the worst of the worst prisoners, which slowly moved to the desperate ones.

You noticed Ominis getting worried and turning rigid as we continued.

"This cell holds a man named Felix Williams and Sebastian Sallow."

Your heart started to race, getting Ominis to shuffle closer.

"Both used the killing curse and were sentenced to life terms. Mr. Williams killed a woman named Mrs. Elizabeth Grimm."

The name struck a cord, making you knock into Ominis, who instantly turned his head your way.

"What's wrong?" he whispered.

"Elizabeth Grimm, was....my mother."

His fingers tightened on his wand as his expression pinched.

You weren't upset your mother was killed, not after what happened, but you never received a notification, though that was probably your own fault for going by a different name.

"Mr. Sallow killed his uncle during a duel. Both heinous crimes, thus they remain here in the expert care of this inescapable prison."

Draken started to lead the group away, but a familiar, albeit raspy voice called out.

"If it isn't my two friends. It's been so long, I almost didn't recognize you."

Sebastian moved into the light, showing how sunken his face was. His hair was flat, oily and down to his shoulders. But worse was the smile he sent you and Ominis. You could almost mistake him for the same boy you met nearly a year ago.

His eyes looked you both up and down before continuing. "You two have gotten closer."

"Of course we have, we were dealing with a lot at the time. Solomon's death, your imprisonment, Fig's and Anne's deaths."

Sebastian gave Ominis a small nod before his eyes slid to you. "I always had a feeling you'd end up going the auror route."

Your eyes slipped to his cellmate as he walked over, staring at you.

"We should go Ominis," you whispered, not wanting to talk to Mr. Williams.

He nodded and started to lead the way, but Sebastian reached out and grabbed your wrist.

"I dropped my wand that night and you were there, do you happen to know where it's at?"

Not sure why he was asking, you shook your head. "No," you lied. "It's probably still in that crypt."

His hand slipped to yours as Ominis pulled you back.

"Too bad," he whispered, his thumb brushing over your knuckles, before pulling you against the bars to put his mouth beside your ear. "We need your help. Something bad is happening here and I have proof this time. I just need to get out of here."

You met his gaze, seeing how dull his eyes were now, even with determination.

"Is this just a trick to get me to help you escape trouble again?"

"No, I swear it, people are dying here, innocent people."

"There aren't any innocent people in Azkaban," Ominis shot back, moving closer. "Let her go Sebastian. We're done being played by you."

The hurt and frustration in his eyes reminded you of the night he realized he killed Solomon.

"I'm not- Ominis, please? I'm telling you the truth. I need your help or all of us will die."

Ominis bit his lip, but shook his head. "No. We've been hurt by your promises before." Ominis tugged you away from Sebastian, his eyes locking with yours in fear. "Come on, let's go."

He pulled you away from the cell door, but that expression burned into your brain, the helplessness and hopelessness.

Once you got close enough to the group where Ominis wouldn't hear you leave, if you were careful, you snuck back to Sebastian's cell.

When you saw him, he had his head in his hands.

"You better be telling me the truth Sallow," you hissed, getting him to look up and move over quickly. "This is the last time I'm ever going to believe you if you're lying."

He nodded as you handed him an invisibility potion and your wand, the latter making his eyes widen.

"You'll be defenseless-"

"Then you better not be lying to me."

You moved to catch up with the group again, but he caught the back of your coat.

"Thank you, I won't let you down again."

He let go, so you gave a worried glance before heading off to the group, carefully slipping back in as if you never left.

As soon as you and Ominis got home, you immediately grabbed Sebastian's old wand and put it in the place of yours.

It didn't seem happy, but it at least recognized you and wouldn't screw up any spells.

"You went back again, didn't you?"

Startled you looked back seeing Ominis's brows pinched.

"What are you talking about?"

He sighed as he crossed his arms. "How many times has he promised something and always ended up lying? How could you sneak back off to talk to him again?"

"I just needed clarification on what he thought was happening so I could investigate it myself."

"And he has you lying again. For months we've been completely honest and now look at us."

Rubbing your forehead, you stood up. "He was our friend Omni. You didn't see the fear in his eyes, but I did. He needs help."

"Sebastian always needs help and you jump at the chance to help. You know he manipulates you and you allow him to, why?"

"For the same reason I'd do the same for you. I love you both, you're my family and sometimes that means taking risks."

His heckles softened as his arms fell to his sides.

"I know, just seeing him today and the first thing he does is rope you into another one of his schemes. It's frustrating."

It also brought back too many painful memories which is why he lashed out, you knew this, not that you'd say it out loud.

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Next chapter

[bleachanimefan1]

The Midnight Masquerade Part 10

His Butler, Freeloader Part 2,

The next morning Cassandra went over to the Phantomhive manor. Just as she was about to knock on the door, she was surprised to see that it was Agni who opened the door.

"Hello miss! Prince Soma's been waiting for you as well as the other young master!" He smiled.

"Uh, hello?" Cassandra walked in and walked into the dining room. She saw Ciel and Sebastian and Soma eating on the other end. She quickly whispered into Ciel's ear.

"Why are they here!?"

"I don't know! They just barged in!"

Cassandra looked over at Soma who was still eating. "So how long are you two going to stay here?" Cassandra asked him.

"We'll leave soon after our work is done." Soma spoke.

"You did say that you were looking for someone?" Sebastian asked.

"Then why do they need to stay here?" Ciel questioned. Soma ignored him and answered.

"We're looking for a lady." He pulled out a piece of paper and showed them a badly drawn picture of a woman that looked like a child had drawn it. "This woman. Her name is Mina. She was a maidservant at my palace. I drew it. I drew it so good that once you see her in person you would recognize her. Isn't she a beauty!?"

Sebastian took the drawing and handed to Ciel who looked it over.

"Sebastian, can you find her like this?"

"I-I'll try my best."

"I've never seen such a beautiful lady." Lao sighed, looking at it admiringly.

"What exactly are you imagining!?" Cassandra shouted at him. Soma smiled.

"Of course she is! She's the most beautiful one at my palace!"

"So why is this woman in England?" Ciel asked.

"Someone took her. That is why I am here to bring her back!"

"Are you sure she didn't leave by her choice?" Cassandra pointed out. Soma blinked at her.

"There is no way that my Mina would leave her home! She had everything she wanted!" He shouted.

"O-Okay, there's no need to shout." Cassandra told him. "But to tell you the truth, I don't think we'll be able to find her with a drawing like this. But...maybe if we ask around somebody's probably seen her." She blinked and was startled when she saw Soma had already gotten out of his seat and was already close to her.

"There is something about you that I like! How would you like to join my harem when I return back to India!?" He smiled. Cassandra smiled nervously.

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to pass on that offer." She told him.

"You'll have everything that you'll ever wanted! I'll make sure of it!" he told her. Cassandra stared at him.

"Money can't buy happiness and not what I'm looking for." She told him. Soma blinked at her confused.

"Okay! But the offer is still there if you change your mind!" He told her then he quickly turned to Ciel and picked him up. Ciel's eyes widened in alarm, completely shocked trying to get out of Soma's hold.

"Let's go out, midget! You will be my guide!" He smiled.

"Why me!?" Ciel shouted. "Anyways, I'm not a midget, my name is Ciel!"

"Then Ciel, I order you to lead the way."

Just as he was about to leave the room, Sebastian stopped him. "I'm deeply sorry but the young master has already been scheduled to study and work for the day."

Ciel broke out of Soma's grasp and brushed himself, straightening his clothes. "As you can see, I'm very busy. If you want to look for that person, then do it yourself."

All day long, Soma was intervening with Ciel's lessons like violin practice, by playing music, while Agni was playing some small drums, from their country. The prince was also making it hard for Ciel's art study, which Ciel couldn't focus on drawing anything. Then Ciel couldn't concentrate on his work for his factory toys for a new Christmas line of plush rabbits and chocolates, while Soma pitched in on an idea of his own, an elephant with a movable trunk.

"When will you be finished?" Soma whined as he sulked on the floor.

"Will you leave me alone!? I can't concentrate!" Ciel shouted.

"There's no need to get mad." Soma murmured.

"Young master it's almost time for your fencing practice." Sebastian reminded him.

"May I give it a go?" Cassandra asked.

"Have you had any experiences with this?" Sebastian asked.

"Well, I used to practice when I was little. I might be a little rusty, but it couldn't hurt to try. So please go a little easy on me." Cassandra replied, smiling. Sebastian blinked at her, staring at Cassandra for a moment then handed her a sabre. The two stood a few feet from each other, staring each other down. Everyone could feel the intensity in the air as they waited for one of them to make a move.

Cassandra quickly charged, lunging at Sebastian. Sebastian quickly deflected the attack and Cassandra stumbled forward, losing her footing. Sebastian swung his sabre, aiming for Cassandra's back. Cassandra quickly moved and ended up behind Sebastian and swatted her sword across Sebastian's butt. Sebastian tensed up in shock. The Phantomhive servants gasped in shock, along with Soma and Agni and Ciel. Cassandra snickered and swung to attack again. Sebastian moved his sabre to block Cassandra's attack and the two pushed each other back. When Cassandra looked up, she gasped saw Sebastian immediately in front of her face. Then she felt something poking her chest and looked down to see Sebastian's sabre. Sebastian made a small smirk.

"It appears I win. Although you did do surprisingly well against me." He spoke then turned to Ciel. "Now, master, it is your turn."

"Wait! I have a better idea!" Soma shouted, looking at Ciel. "Ciel, you and I will be opponents. I only know Indian martial arts but it can't be too hard. So, if I win you have to play with me."

"Fine. If you win..." Ciel murmured. "But if you lose, then you must stay quiet and stay out of my way."

Sebastian started the match. Soma quickly lunged at Ciel who still didn't move from his spot. Soma hit his sabre on Ciel's leg, and was surprised to see it bend.

"You call that a fencing move?" Ciel smirked and lunged at Soma. Soma yelped and quickly moved out of the way while Ciel repeatedly tried to stab him.

"That's not fair! I don't know the rules!"

"That's not my fault you don't know the rules. A match is a match!" Ciel smirked as he continued to attack Soma, who kept dodging.

"This sword is hard to control! It keeps swing left and right!" Soma complained.

"The whole point of fencing is to thrust forward, not to be swinging around blindly. You've left yourself wide open!" 

Ciel quickly lunged at Soma about to strike him in the chest.

"Prince! This is dangerous!" Agni quickly moved in front of Soma, blocking Ciel. Then he jabbed his finger into Ciel's arm, hitting a pressure point. Ciel's arm went limp and dropped his sabre on the floor. Sebastian quickly rushed over to check him over. Agni squeaked and picked up Ciel's sabre.

"C-Ciel, sir! My deepest apologies! My body moved on its own! I thought the prince was in danger! Are you okay?"

Soma laughed. "Agni! You've protected your master well! I praise you! That is my butler! In other words, I won!"

"Wha-!?" Ciel sputtered in shock.

"You have to play with me!"

"Here. You should avenge your master!" Lao tossed Sebastian a sabre and Sebastian caught it.

"What are you going to do, Ciel's butler?" Soma questioned.

"Indeed. This was your own fault that landed yourself into this situation, taking on a novice who didn't know the rules." Sebastian spoke and Ciel stammered in shock.

"However...When the master is injured like this. As a butler of the Phantomhive family, I cannot ignore it." Sebastian stated, narrowing his eyes at Agni. "And we're 10 minutes behind schedule as it is."

"That's your real motive, isn't it?" Ciel questioned. Soma thought for a moment and smiled.

"Interesting. I will allow it. My butler against your butler." Soma nodded and Agni got into a fighting stand, holding out his sabre. "Agni, in the name of the goddess Kali you cannot lose!"

Sebastian got into a fighting stance as well and the two began to stare each other down.

"Sebastian, this is an order! Silence that brat!" Ciel shouted.

"As you command." Agni replied.

"Yes, my lord." Sebastian smirked.

The two lunged at each other and were able to keep up with each other's movements. Sebastian and Agni blocked each other's attacks with ease, moving gracefully as each other tried to find an opening. Sebastian and Agni lunged at each other again, their sabre's were aimed at each other's foreheads. They quickly ducked, dodging. The two attacked again, charging at each other. Both the tips of their sabres connected with each other and to everyone's surprise both weapons snapped in half.

It was a draw. 

"Ciel's butler is pretty strong! Agni is the strongest fighter in my country! This is the first time somebody was evenly match with him!" Soma smiled.

Ciel still couldn't believe it. And so was Cassandra. Somebody was able to evenly match against Sebastian and keep up with a demon! Cassandra looked at Agni suspiciously and so did Ciel. Agni walked over to Ciel.

"Sir, are you sure you're alright? Does it still hurt?"

"I'm fine." Ciel replied and Agni smiled. 

"That's good!" and he walked back over to Soma who was congratulating him. Sebastian walked over to Ciel and Cassandra.

"Sebastian did you let him win?" Cassandra asked him.

"Yes. What happened? That guy what is he? Don't tell he's another one of those grim reapers."

"No, he is human." Sebastian said.

"Ciel, we should compete again too!" Soma smiled, rushing over to him. "I won't lose this time!"

"How many times do I have to tell you that I'm busy!?" Ciel shouted.

[unrivalling]

sebastian/ronald!

Okay it took me WAY too long to reply to this but I think I finally thought of a ship scenario for these two as a shower thought

Basically around the time Sebastian devours Ciel’s soul (maybe even resulting from actions taken while Ciel pursued his revenge) some kind of Big Bad is unleashed on the world—an ancient, chaotic evil, Cthulhu mythos sort of deity that begins reigning destruction down on the world and sowing madness.

Reapers are split on whether to intervene or not. They’re supposed to remain neutral, but this is a creature from outside any familiar order. Overnight, their to-die lists for the next several months surge into the millions. Many defect in record numbers to try and fight the entity, and reapers are also lost in record numbers, drawing more and more demons to the earth in a feeding frenzy as human souls remain unclaimed. Reapers also begin fighting amongst themselves, with remaining reapers being tasked with bringing deserters to justice.

Idk if Ron-Grell-William were fighting the entity or staying neutral, but somehow they’re all caught in the crossfire and Ron is separated from the other two / badly wounded / maybe even has reason to believe they are dead.

After witnessing the entity’s power firsthand, in a moment of profound despair, Ron makes a deal with Sebastian—Sebastian will save him, will not harm another reaper, and will work together with him to stop the scourge.

The contract is sealed. The two of them travel the world trying to find a way to either defeat the entity or exile it back to where it came from. They investigate and fight side by side against demons, other reapers, and horrors from beyond space and time.

Though Sebastian still finds the reaper pup irritating, he finds he enjoys the novelty of a contractor who can fight alongside him, and though all reapers have something like the scent of stale preserves clinging to their soul, there’s a spark of life to Ron that enthuses him, a bit like sparkling wine.

And Ron…he’s signed his own death warrant, as both a deserter and a demon contractor. At least he made the deal with full knowledge of what it entailed—after everything, he doesn’t think nonexistence will be so bad, after he’s done what he needs to do. There are worse ways to spend a life, or an afterlife.

The relationship naturally turns sexual. Ron’s always had a preference for women, but with the stress of battle and travel, he finds himself increasingly drawn to Sebastian. Sebastian, curious and amused by Ron’s despair and desperation, lets the reaper fall into his arms.

AND THAT’S ABOUT ALL I HAVE. I don’t know how it ends but uhhh there are a lot of possibilities. Something something Sebastian knowing William and Grell are alive but lying to Ron (because Ron never thinks to make it a stipulation that Sebastian not lie to him).

So yeah: Sebastian/Ronald apocalypse desperation romance

[undertaker1827]

Hi again! How are you doing? Can you a scenario with Undertaker, Edward, Ciel and Sebastian with a s/o who is scared to love because in their life, they only see relationships that end up with both people end up hurt and they're afraid to be in one? Keep up your work! You're doing amazing! :)

Hello! I’m good, hope you are too! And of course, (though I’m sorry, I kind of forgot about the tsundere-ish bit until the end) enjoy!

Masterlist

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Undertaker

Undertaker had known for a while now that you loved him, and he loved you back. It took quite a bit of courage for him to even approach you to confess his feelings, even though he already knew you returned them, for fear of rejection. He had trust issues from various things that had happened to him throughout his long life and he also knew how short a human life was compared to his own, how quickly you could be ripped out of his arms by so little with him able to do nothing but watch. In the end, he decided to just go for it anyway, to tell you. And he felt like his chest had imploded when you rejected his advances.

Sadness radiated from you as you quietly told him you weren’t interested, then walked slowly away to his small kitchen where you put the kettle on for tea. He didn’t mention it again.

He worried over your reaction until he almost felt sick, worried that he’d upset you, that you would now want nothing more to do with him and that he had ruined this little piece of happiness he’d managed to scrape out of eternity. He’d never imagined your rejection came out of fear as well.

The mortician had been different since that day, try though he had to remain the same, and you too worked yourself up until you were fighting back tears as you tried to tell him that it wasn’t his fault, it was all down to you. He watched you spiral rapidly downwards for all of a few seconds before he realised where this was going, then did the only thing he could think of in that moment. Undertaker shoved his bangs to the side so you could see his eyes then kissed you, hard, for all of a few moments. It was enough to shock you out of your impending panic and with your chest still heaving, he gently told you that he was scared to love as well, scared to lose you. But if you were both scared of the same thing, you would could work through it together.

“I think,” you whispered, “I think I would like that.” The mortician offered you a small smile.

“I think I would too.”

Edward Midford

Edward had slowly come to the realisation that he loved you. He enjoyed your company, felt happier when you were there and was filled with an undeniable sadness when you left again. You had been walking through the streets of London together, talking animatedly about everything and nothing all at once. This was something you often did together, each taking comfort in the other’s presence and enjoying the escape from real life that your shared walks offered. This particular day though, you had not even made it halfway round your usual route before a friend came rushing up to you, needing your assistance for one thing or another, and you’d had to leave. You looked sad though, glancing over your shoulder at Edward as your friend chatted away, wishing you were still with him instead.

That led the knight to where he was now, wandering around one of London’s great parks and contemplating hi relationship with you. He was never one to beat around the bushes with regards to his personal feelings on any matter, least of all one where somebody else’s emotions were involved and they could potentially get hurt. As such, he decided that he would tell you everything as soon as he saw you again, which would be tomorrow’s usual morning walk.

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Your heart leapt into your throat as soon as Edward asked if he could court you. You had both dreamed of and dreaded this moment for as long as you had held feelings for the man, which started to come about almost as soon as you met him. You swallowed once before politely declining his advances, the next few minutes of the walk continuing in silence. Upset as Edward was, he absolutely respected your decision. But he was sure you felt something for him, so he could help but ask you why. When he saw how that made you even more agitated, he immediately backtracked, apologising profusely and swearing never to bring it up again. Which in turn made you feel worse, because now you had inadvertently upset the man you loved even more.

That was how you ended up telling him, right there in the middle of your walk, that you would love nothing more than for him to court you, but you were too scared to say yes. You explained all of the relationships that you had seen go wrong and that you didn’t want you and him to become yet another one. He told you then that he’d seen much of the same as you, with friends and even some families, but he was still willing to give this a try if you were. After all; he loved you.

Ciel Phantomhive

Ciel too came to the realisation that he loved you slowly. There was no one moment where it just hit him, but more like he gradually came to the conclusion that he wanted to be with you for as long as he possibly could. He didn’t know if you returned his feelings or not, so he decided to wait a while before telling you, firstly to see how you behaved around him and try to decide whether your feelings for him went further than a strong bond of friendship, and secondly for him to get his courage up.

You were having tea in one of the Phantomhive manor’s many drawing rooms, Sebastian having left at Ciel’s request some time ago and no doubt going about his duties around the estate. This was the moment then; it was time to ask if you would allow him to court you. Of course, when you graciously and elegantly declined his request with an apology on your lips a light frown across your brow, he had no idea that in truth, your heart was breaking just as much as his. You loved him, you truly did, but you dared not admit it for the fear of any relationship ending in tears just as you had seen with those of your friends. Outwardly, Ciel took this rejection in a calm and collected manner, offering you his own apology, but it left a gaping hole in his chest in which there had been the hope for something more with you.

You each tried to continue like you had before, but with Ciel’s sadness and your fear, in the end you felt like he deserved the true explanation of why you refused. The moment you told the earl, a spark of joy lit up within him once more. Maybe, just maybe, there was still a chance that you would give this relationship a go, if the pair of you went slowly enough and if there was a solemn promise that your friendship would remain unchanged if and when your romantic partnership came to an end. 

Sebastian Micaelis

Sebastian could help but admit that he was a little surprised at his own feelings when he came to realise what they were. He was a demon after all; demons weren’t supposed to acquire romantic attachments for anyone, let alone a human of all beings. Any human’s lifetime was a blink of an eye compared to Sebastian’s and the thought did give him pause when it came to you, though only for a moment. He could at least enjoy a romantic partnership with you while it lasted, and surely some time spent with you in this way was better than none at all.

The demon was sure you felt the same way about him. Identifying the emotions of others when they were so clearly displayed in their every action was simple, it was dealing with one’s own thoughts and feelings that was the difficult part. Sebastian was visiting you at your house when he told you how he felt about you, a cup of your perfect tea in one hand but the drink long forgotten. He saw the panic rise in your features as soon as the words left his lips, but he asked anyway if you felt the same. He was again surprised at the bleak sadness that filled him when you said you did not. He was sure he could sense conflict in you, but he dared not comment on it lest he push you away entirely. A friendship was better than you not being in his life at all, he decided, and he was determined for your current friendship to remain the way it was. 

Sebastian carried on after that as if nothing had happened, simply hoping to maintain some sort of friendship with you after his impromptu confession. You, on the other hand, simply grew more concerned as the days passed by. You wanted to say you loved him back, because it was the truth, but you were scared that everything would go wrong as you had seen so many times before. Eventually, with trembling hands and a total lack of the courage you really wished you had, you told him everything. Sebastian was quietly overjoyed that you returned his feelings, though his only words to you were ones of comfort. He told you that he understood your fear and that it was perfectly normal even, but asked if you would give things a try anyway. For both your sakes, just in case things could really work out. It was hesitantly, if not with an air of excitement, that you agreed.

Ronald Knox

Ronald was well known amongst other reapers for being someone who moved very quickly between partners. He knew this about himself as well, it was just the way he was. That was why he was so surprised to find he was actually interested in you in the context of a long term relationship. You were interested in him too, though you didn’t expect him to feel the same way. On top of that, even in the unlikely event that he did feel the same way about you, you knew you would be too afraid of getting hurt and having any potential relationship end badly to try anything with him.

You felt a deep, aching sorrow in your chest when the one almost impossible scenario that you spent your time both dreaming and worrying about started to play out right in front of you. Ronald didn’t ask you out in a big room filled with lots of people, instead asking if he could walk with you after you both clocked off from work. The hurt was displayed clearly on the reaper’s face, much as he tried to hide it then brush it off entirely when you went to apologise. You felt awful when he made an excuse and went on his way not a few moments later, but what was worse was that when you went into work the next morning, a massive fire had broken out in the early hours somewhere in the centre of London and the night crew hadn’t been able to collect all of the souls. Which left you being paired up with Ronald to finish the job.

You each tried carrying on like nothing had happened the previous day, but found it was very difficult. Things changed though when you tripped over a charred piece of wooden beam and would have fallen straight through the fragile floor and down a storey to the ground below had Ronald not caught you.

“Guess you fell for me after all, huh?” He said this with a small yet sad grin, but the look quickly turned to a teasing smirk when your gaze dropped off to one side. “You did as well!” You grumbled something unintelligible as you still refused to look at him. “You know, you’re so pretty when you’re upset.” The reaper’s eyes were practically glowing with mirth and he knew full well you didn’t mean your next words.

“Oh, shut up!”

William T. Spears

William couldn’t really believe that he was about to do this. He always did his utmost to remain stoic and emotionless, void of attachments and only at work long enough to do his job and then go home. But then, along came you. He found quite quickly that he couldn’t keep his mind off of you,the way you acted and how you always seemed pleased to see him when nobody else was.

This was it, then. You tended to stay late and end up leaving around the same time he did, meaning you would both end up walking together until you left dispatch’s confines and went home your separate ways. You were coming out of your office at the same time as he was making his way down the corridor on this particular evening, and you gave the reaper a broad smile as he paused a minute to wait for you. He was collected as ever on the outside, even if internally his every nerve felt like it was on fire. Neither of you spoke as you headed towards the main exit from the office building, keeping pace with each other as though it was the most natural thing in the world.

William waited until you were outside to finally tell you how he felt, the soft and quiet confession feeling entirely foreign on his tongue. His apprehension steadily raised as the seconds went past until you finally answered, expression sorrowful yet decided. You looked up at him as you declined his offer, sadness settling in your chest as his characteristically stiff posture remained unchanged and he stared straight ahead.

“Alright, then. I apologise for having wasted your time.” With that, he was gone, long strides taking him away from you far too quickly. It was a decision made just as quickly that had you running after him, calling his name and asking him to wait. You were almost surprised to find that he did indeed stop and turn to face you.

“I - I’m sorry,” you attempted to explain yourself, “it’s just that I only ever see relationships end badly, and I just... don’t want it to be the same with you. You matter too much to me.” The reaper paused, an unexpected warmth settling in his chest at your words.

“Would you be willing to try?” William asked you cautiously, wondering if he could bear it if your answer was no. That worry dissipated, though, as he watched your lips curve up into a small smile.

“I think I would.”

[theghostofashton]

hey, can you talk about the ways in which you find Kurt and Santana similar? about the parallels in their storylines and how their ways of dealing with internal issues affect their personal relationships?

hi! sure! thank you for the ask :)

so, first off, i feel like it's important to mention that while i think they're similar, and i think how they approach their relationships can be similar as well, i don't think they are one way and blaine and brittany are another. both relationships are very different because all four of these characters are, at their core, very different.

one of the biggest things that sticks out to me with kurt and santana is that both of them are very internal with their feelings. neither of them is comfortable expressing things publicly - it's very clear that both of them only feel safe doing so around certain people and, even then, in the right circumstances. for example, when kurt is accused of stuffing the ballot box, he's visibly upset, crying in the middle of the hallway, ignoring anything rachel and finn are saying because he wants to go find blaine. similarly, when rachel and santana have that little spat in i think....silly love songs? and the rest of the club kinda calls santana out, we see her in tears with brittany afterward. there's this element of safety both of them need to feel comfortable being vulnerable.

either that, or they need to be alone. when kurt goes to talk to her in the auditorium in 5x03, santana asks to be left alone after he says something that pushes a little at her. and he looks like he understands completely. at this point, he knows santana, lives with her, but is still able to break down her defenses and make his point in a way that she's able to handle. and then he understands that she needs to process (and cry), so he gives her that space.

kurt also prefers to process by himself (grilled cheesus). every single person in that ep gets too close and invades on his space. discussing why both of them do this is another thing entirely, but their tendencies to draw inward can often be an issue because it hinders communication. (more on that later)

there's also this fear of being vulnerable, for both of them, this fear of the consequences of that. they differ on what those consequences are - santana fears what people will say about her, kurt fears looking weak in front of people who've tortured him (speaking specifically about high school here), but the actual fear of being open is the same. to talk a little about their storylines paralleling, santana sees what happens to kurt (consequences for being vulnerable and revealing a very big part of himself), and retreats, because that's terrifying. kurt responds to what's happening to him by putting on that tough front, "i'm fine"-ing everything, refusing to show emotion and let the jocks know how badly they're hurting him. their fears may specifically be different, but they react the same ways.

when they're angry, both of them also kind of react similarly. santana is way more quick to anger than kurt, but when kurt gets angry, he can genuinely be mean as well. the difference with both of them? brittany and blaine don't face nearly the level of meanness that other people in their lives. kurt has said much, much worse to rachel, santana, and sebastian, than he ever has to blaine, and brittany is never one to face the brunt of santana's rants, like everyone else.

that's an indication that both of them have a deep respect and awareness for their relationships and their partners. however, to elaborate a little on the communication thing, internalizing your feelings in a relationship creates a lot of doubt and misunderstanding. for example, santana internalizing what she feels for brittany leading to brittany pursuing things with artie and santana getting hurt in the process. kurt internalizing his stress and exhaustion after everyone leaves new york and then snapping impulsively and ending things with blaine.

......i have definitely been talking for too long lmfao my apologies i'll leave you with this. i hope it helps!

[frozensriracha]

What are your Proxy hcs?

(these are just hcs for the classic proxy trio. if you want any of the others on my list, don’t hesitate to send another ask!)

Hoodie

the strong, silent type

comes off as stoic and sometimes unfeeling, but he’s a sweetheart!

he’s a really chill guy and patient with the others

but don’t piss him off

he’d never hurt anyone physically without being attacked first, but he will rain clapbacks and sarcastic remarks galore upon them like fire and brimstone

but it’s really, really, really hard to get him to that point

especially if you’re a pasta because he is highkey overprotective of the other cpps

although he’s the best of the proxies at medical care (having been a nursing student and all), he doesn’t often get to use his skills because opponents usually go after him first, since he’s the tallest of the proxy trio (6’3)

he does, however, help out ej in his office whenever he can, and they sometimes get together after work to have a drink or play cards or sometimes just talk

he and masky are decent cooks, and sometimes slender lets them make dinner for a night

even though his major was nursing, he’s a pretty decent writer too!

so, in my headcanons, the proxies have a separate cabin that slender gave them so the pastas don’t distract them, however, they only really use it to hide from the other pastas when they get too annoying

hoodie is the only one who cleans this cabin. he’s tried to get masky and toby to do some cleaning too but they obstinately refuse (toby more so than masky) so he just kinda,,, gave up

he really loves spooning! he’s usually the big spoon, but he doesn’t mind being the little spoon

he’s such a cat person, he discovered a colony of feral cats outside, and he’s been feeding (and snuggling!!) them ever since then

his music taste is a little unusual to say the least. his playlist consists of a combination of lo-fi hip hop and 90’s punk rock (a bit like what @lovestruck-lasagna said he listens to, please check them out btw, they’re amazing!)

you guys,,, hoodie has the deepest, hottest voice ever. so it’s no surprise that his singing voice is phenomenal

he chews mint gum a lot

he has a tooth gap, change my mind

god he’s so gorgeous; i love him

Masky

the dad friend of the group

listens to old 60s-70s bands and criticizes any music made after that time

even if he wasn’t dragged into the woods by slender, he’d probably still live there anyway! he’d get like a little ranch by a lake and go on walks every day, maybe hike and fish on the weekends

the one who owns the slender proxy cabin and pays the bills and puts his feet up on the coffee table

has tried to charge other proxies rent with varying degrees of success until slender stepped in

steals traffic signs

surprisingly good at first aid!

if hoodie or toby gets knocked down during a mission he’ll do as much as he can for them before hauling them off to ej

ej appreciates it since it’s less work for him

ok,,, hear me out,,, he has a southern accent

he’d never admit it but he’s a total country boi

wants to be a dog dad, he really wants a couple of german shepherds

he’s trying to convince slender to get a couple by saying he’ll train them as proxy attack dogs, but let’s be real, they’d be his babies

gives really great hugs

they feel like eating warm cookies fresh from the oven or waking up thinking you’ve got five minutes until your alarm rings only to see that you’ve got three more hours

he’s very selective who he gives them to, so if you receive one, it’s like receiving an amazing person award

he gets exasperated and annoyed with everypasta very easily, but he’d take a bullet for them (and his friends and s/o too ofc!) any day

he knows he’s a bit short-tempered, and hoodie’s been helping him work through that

to destress, he grows a garden behind the proxy cabin! toby has given all the plants increasingly ridiculous names, like “bertram,” “ebeneezer,” and “sebastian squire senator.” masky thinks it’s kind of funny

please love him, he needs more of it

Toby

an odd mix of good boi and crackhead

sees hoodie and masky as his better replacement fathers (which makes them so happy)

gives names to any living thing he finds

likes cats and dogs both! he loves feeding and snuggling with hoodie’s colony but also joins masky in begging slender for dogs

cracks a lot of bad jokes, some of them pretty dark

hot take: toby boi has braces and freckles

he really likes pop music and sings in the shower a lot! he’s not great at it, but he’s putting himself out there!

he stims!! he usually plays with his hair, pets a random animal he met, or chews on stuff. he recently got some chewy necklaces so he doesn’t chew on his flesh

speaks almost exclusively in gen-z slang

he loves,,, not like horror movies, but halloween movies like the nightmare before christmas, hocus pocus, etc.

loves spending his holidays with the other pastas, he just wants a family so badly-

will cuddle with ANYONE who’s available and will let him

on my blog, he and clockwork are not a couple, but they are very good friends

usually, when one gets dragged back to the mansion by a pissed off slender for stealing a walmart shopping cart to ride down a hill or snorting ramen or some shit, the other is too

similar to doby, he’s a people-pleaser, but luckily, brian, tim, cody, and clockwork are here to help him be assertive

toby is basically a disney princess

something about him just seems to attract animals, and who is he to discourage them?

hoodie and masky are okay with it on most occasions, but when he starts bringing rats, pigeons, and the occasional possum into the house, they draw the line

that and toby can and will rock a dress and get his dads to slaughter anyone who’s a dick about it

that being said, he can be a dumbass sometimes and is not above doing,,, pretty much anything,,, and relaying the whole tale that led up to his decision during the subsequent visit to ej’s office

he’s trying his best you guys

please appreciate him

[monsterthalia]

Fenris and memory for DADWC? Please and thank you!

Thank you so much for this prompt, it inspired me so much that I've wound up writing it outside of official @dadrunkwriting hours, but I just wanted to share it with you now that it's complete. It rather got away from me, and it's also my first Dragon Age smut! [klaxon sounds]

Fenris/F!Hawke, rating: M. This story is set shortly after DA2.

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They were days out of Kirkwall when they first dared stop at an inn. None of them had forgotten Sebastian’s threat, and they were carefully keeping the Vimmark Mountains between them and Starkhaven as they clung to the coast. Anders’ vague strategy was to make for Ostwick, and see if there were rebel mages there who might take him in. Varric and Merrill planned to lay low there as well, with a mind to heading back to Kirkwall when they could. Isabela talked about heading straight on to Antiva and meeting up with an old friend, and was trying to lure Merrill with her, with golden tales of piracy and booty and adventure on the high seas.

Fenris’s answer was simpler. When the topic first came up over the campfire, he stated, “I go where Hawke goes.”

She had already guessed, hoped as much. He’d said as much when they had first reconciled after Danarius was good and dead, bleeding out on the tiles of the Hanged Man, but since then she’d tested that bond to the limit - refusing to execute Anders, asking him to defend mages against Templars in a battle that looked like a hopeless last stand. But even then, he’d looked her in the eye and promised her that nothing would keep him from her. Desperate, determined words, but the kiss that followed - it was a promise that they would have more life, more time.

The inn was small but well-kept, halfway along a dusty track between two larger towns and at a crossing over an inlet from the sea. They were not the only guests, but this meant they could claim to be en route to the same market as the other travellers, rather than raise suspicions for their reasons for being on the road. Isabela and Hawke went in alone to pay for the rooms, with Isabela being just handsy enough to ensure the innkeeper would remember them as a couple rather than two of a group, and smuggled the more notorious and distinct members of their group up the stairs away from prying eyes.

Merrill and Isabela took a room, and Varric and Anders another. They neatly and promptly split up without a word, leaving the third room to Hawke and Fenris, and closed their doors. Hawke’s mouth went a little dry, heat rising to her skin, and she turned to Fenris, to see if he was of the same mind. His own eyes were dark as they met hers, and after that swift moment of silent understanding, she pulled him into the room and slammed the door behind them.

The door closed, Fenris pushed her up against it, kissing her deeply, hungrily, and pressing the entire length of his lean, taut body against hers. Hawke broke from his lips to gasp at the pressure of him driving into the heat, the tightness already building between her legs, and he took the opportunity to drop his head and fasten his lips to her neck instead, scraping teeth as he dragged down the sensitive skin to her collarbone, to that spot where her neck met her shoulder that made her clutch him for dear life as he kissed her there. Her knees buckled slightly, and Fenris growled in approval.

It had been so long - not since fleeing Kirkwall, of course, though every night round the campfire had seen them lying side by side, Fenris’s arms around her, holding her tightly against him as she burrowed into his chest, neither entirely believing that they were still free, still breathing, still together. But even before then, when everything was so chaotic and dangerous that they barely spent a full night sharing a bed, let alone having energy or the mind for anything else.

She tried to move, to take this towards the bed they were finally allowed, but at first he resisted, taking her hands and pinning them against the door, trapping her hips beneath his own, as he continued to drop kisses across her collarbone, pressing his thigh between her legs, such that she almost lost her mind entirely, only able to tip her head back to allow him better access and feel stars spin in her head. But after a few seconds of this, she rallied, and with a growl of her own, wrestled her arms free and shoved him towards the bed. His eyes sparked in delight at her meeting his strength with her own and he let himself be tipped backwards onto the mattress, let her straddle him and lean to press kisses of her own to his face, his neck, groaning as he let her take control.

She could feel his hardness pressing into her core and the clothes between them became maddening. Her fingers found the fastenings on his armour and she pulled away for a moment, looking him in the eye and breathing, “May I?” He nodded, and she rapidly began unfastening, pulling pieces away, as he likewise reached up and began to tear off her clothes as quickly as he could, still pulling her face to his to kiss her whenever he could.

As soon as his chest was bare, her own exposed, he rolled, flipping her onto her back and pressing kisses down her front, onto her breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking such that she gasped, arching up into him. She pulled his face back up towards hers and held it there, kissing him, missing his mouth when it was away from hers, and he let himself lean down into it, resting on an elbow as he kissed her deeply, leisurely, tracing down round her breasts down to her stomach with her free hand, drawing circles and swirls and bringing every inch of skin to fiery life, begging for his attention, his touch.

The fingers traced further down, towards the band of her trousers, playing with it, running his fingers over the button fastening them. She whimpered a little and he grinned against her kiss. “May I?” he growled.

“Oh Maker yes please,” she just about managed to gasp back coherently, pressing up against him, and with a deep chuckle, he unfastened the trousers and slid his fingers down beneath her drawers, and finally brushed his fingers down into the wetness he found there.

The first brush of his fingers against the bundle of nerves which so ached for him had her moaning, and he moaned as well, stroking slowly but surely, still kissing her and sweeping his tongue deeply into her mouth. The first slide of a finger inside her had her whimpering his name, and he whispered her own back to her, hot breath meeting and mingling such that they breathed each other in, and there was nothing beyond their little world which was their bodies and their breath.

She wanted him so badly, craved him filling her completely, but even as she cried out at his touch, she kept her hands to his torso, gripping his shoulders tightly and digging in her nails when a new wave of feeling blazed up her spine, down to her toes. Because since that first time - after Hadriana, when she was so convinced she’d done the wrong thing and lost him forever, only to find him waiting for her, all fire turned from rage to passion - when his memories had reawoken for that instant and shook him to his core - he had never asked her to touch him. Too scared of what he might see. Too scared of what he might feel.

He had touched her as he did now, kissing her until she was on fire, stroking her until she came completely undone and cried out his name, but after, if she tried to reach for him, to return the pleasure he so readily gave her, he just shook his head and held her close as their breathing eventually slowed and evened out. She understood he wasn’t ready for that again yet, and it was fine - she could hardly complain, after all, when he left her wrung out and gasping over and over again - but she did hope that one day, he might again let himself be that vulnerable again, let her be the one to hold him as he fell apart in mindless bliss and keep holding him until he put himself back together.

His fingers moving in her stilled, and she opened her eyes to find him looking down at her. His eyes were dark, his breathing hard, but there was a kind of serenity in his expression as he said gently, “Marian…”

It felt like a gift. It felt like hope. She raised a hand to his face and looked deep into his eyes. “Are you sure?” she asked.

He nodded, a smile creeping back onto his lips. “Yes - yes - I mean, I don’t know what will happen, but -”

He was starting to look nervous, but Hawke kept on gazing steadily at him. “We don’t have to. But if you want to, we can take whatever comes. Together.”

He gazed down at her, and kissed her, and she could feel the gratitude and the love he was not able to express. The kiss changed, though, becoming hungrier, as he seemed to release the hold he had been keeping on his own desires, his own need, finally letting it flood him. “Get the rest of these clothes off,” he growled, and she hastily obeyed.

Finally, it was just skin on skin, and finally, FINALLY, she felt the length of him nudging at her entrance, spread her legs for him and kissed him softly, gently, as he slid inside her. He let out a groan, eyes shut, pressing little kisses all over her face, and she held him close, running her hands up his arms and twining around his neck, as he slowly, steadily, began to move. He was trembling, and she just held him, and kissed him, and began to roll her hips to meet his, settling into a rhythm which sent waves of pleasure through her with every stroke.

“Marian,” he gasped, eyes still closed, as he moved over her - building speed now, sweat beading on his skin, breath coming out in hard pants. She could already feel release starting to build in her as she met him stroke for stroke, but she ran a hand up into his hair, pressed the other against his torso, to where his heart beat in his chest, hammering hard and fast.

“Fenris,” she breathed, feeling him getting close, “I’m here - I’m right here -”

He clung to her as he lost himself, as he pounded into her and release found him, as he cried out her name. As he slowed she held him close, as he panted into her shoulder, running her hands up and down his lean torso, pressing kisses to his face and chest and whispering that she loved him, that she was there, that he was safe.

She hadn’t expected more from him - this was already such a huge step for him, and she was proud, immeasurably so - but even as he lay against her, still panting, she felt his fingers returning to between her legs, felt him touch her with expert precision. “Fenris,” she gasped, trying to protest that it wasn’t necessary, that she didn’t need to - but in that same moment she felt herself tightening, clenching around him, her release already spiralling, and could only fall back, crying out, “Fenris” again as it all got too much, as the pleasure became so acute as to almost be painful - before finally, gloriously, fracturing, sending shockwaves of sensation shooting along her nerves and across her whole body, fingers to toes, followed by gentler waves of relaxation and bliss, leaving her limp and boneless in his arms.

She heard Fenris huff in amusement as he traced her fingers out from between her legs and up her stomach, across to her hip, pulling her in closer. “You can’t have thought so little of me to think I’d leave you unsatisfied.”

“No, I just-” She was still gasping for breath, still struggling for coherent thought, everything in her head feeling completely scattered. She found herself quite lost for words, and Fenris chuckled again.

They just held each other, breath slowing, Fenris tracing his fingers up and down her bare hip. Finally Hawke could turn to look at him, and ask, “Are you all right?”

“I am.” He smiled, and pressed a kiss between her brows. “I… did remember something. Just for a moment, again. But since I guessed it might happen, it was less startling.” At the worried expression on her face, he pressed another kiss to her forehead. “It’s fine. Really.”

Hawke nodded, anxiety still gnawing at her. “Are you sure? We don’t have to-”

Fenris let out a little sigh, and his expression as he looked down at her was calm. Content, even. “To be honest, the first time… it was so unexpected. And at that time, I thought it was what I wanted most in the world. To remember. The shock of gaining it, and then losing it the next moment… it broke my heart.” Hawke said nothing, listening, but took his hand in hers and clutched it. He gave a small smile as he looked down at her, and continued. “But this time… I knew it might happen. I was ready, or as ready as I could ever be. And…” He hesitated, his eyes moving slowly over her face. “It’s not what I want most any more.”

He raised her hand where she clutched it, looked deep into her eyes as he kissed it. “What I wanted most was right here.”

[everywhereallofthetime]

Some Girl ... Part 6

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: None, really. A few cuss words?

// * // * //

Sunday / July 18th

The next morning, after Sebastian nursed, Elisa took him, telling Charlotte to go back to sleep for a while. When Charlotte woke again, a couple of hours later, she crawled into the shower, replaying in her mind and in her heart everything that had happened the day before.

She wondered if- when, she corrected, Shawn would call.

As she was walking downstairs, she heard it before she saw it. In Wonder. Elisa, with Sebastian on her lap, Jack, and Mason were all parked in front of the television watching Shawn’s documentary.

“Do you have something you want to tell me?” Mason asked between mouthfuls of cereal.

Charlotte plopped down beside him on the couch, almost making him spill his bowl. “Peter’s name is actually Shawn?”

She looked over at Elisa, who handed Sebastian to her. Elisa then shrugged her shoulders and stated, “You said you both wanted everyone to know the truth. And sooner is better than later, right? Especially if you plan to bring him around more often.”

“My mind is a little blown here, Charlie,” Mason said. “Why didn’t you just say, ‘hey everyone, this is my boyfriend, Shawn’?” he asked, slightly perplexed.

“Because he’s not my boyfriend!” she exclaimed.

“I told you,” Elisa said, dryly.

“We’re just friends, no matter how you may have perceived things.”

Mason chose to keep certain further thoughts to himself, at least for the time being, and asked again, “All right then, why didn’t you just introduce him as a friend of yours? I guess I can understand why you introduced him as Peter, but why Bash’s dad? Shit. He’s not actually Bash’s dad, is he??”

“No,” she chuckled. “He is most definitely not Bash’s dad.” She then sighed softly. “You’ve been watching the documentary. It looks like you’ve passed the heavily centric Camila part. They broke up less than four months ago. Yesterday was a bad day. All he wanted was to forget for a little while and be around people who didn't know him so he could try to feel normal again. I didn’t actually mean to introduce him as Bash’s dad. That was just...an accident.”

“Or wishful thinking.”

“Shut up, Mason,” she grumbled, feeling her cheeks grow hot. She shot a glance at Elisa. “I’m fine.” She needed everyone to stop thinking she was in love with Shawn.

“You’re very quiet, Uncle Jack,” she said then.

“I already told him everything,” Elisa said.

That didn’t surprise her. As far as she was aware, Elisa and Jack had never kept secrets from one another. “I’m sorry I lied you,” she said to her uncle. She then glanced at Mason again. “All of you.”

Jack smiled softly and reached over to pat her knee. “You’re forgiven, Sweetheart, don’t worry about it. I understand. Just maybe don’t lie to us again?”

“I promise. For what it’s worth, aside from introducing him as Peter, which is actually his middle name, and pretending he was Bash’s dad, Shawn was his honest self. He truly is that lovely and kind. He has an amazing heart.”

“You let him know he’s welcome here anytime,” Jack said, and Elisa nodded in agreement.

Mason laughed. “I can't believe Shawn Mendes was in our fucking house!”

“Yes, and he enjoyed dinner with us. He spent time with our family. He let his guard down and he laughed with us.” There was an edge creeping into her voice. “He pretty much put Bash to bed. You lent him your shorts after he swam with us. You played darts and poker with him. You got drunk with him and he even helped your ass to bed!” Charlotte was agitated, causing Sebastian to get upset, too. She calmed her voice and hugged her son to her, soothing his back. “He's just Shawn,” she whispered, standing with Sebastian, and quickly left the room.

Mason followed after her, into the kitchen. No one had expected her to have a mini meltdown. Even she was surprised at herself.

"I'm sorry, Char. You're right.” He quickly rinsed his bowl and spoon and put them in the dishwasher. He turned and leaned up against it and the countertop. When Charlotte actually looked at him again, he said, “I shouldn't let who he is change anything from last night."

“You just proved why he was too nervous to tell you the truth, as badly as he wanted to. He was feeling awful about lying to everyone.”

“You like him a lot, eh?”

“Don't you start too,” she groaned, giving Sebastian over to Mason so she could fix herself something to eat.

Mason gently tossed Sebastian into the air and then blew raspberries into his neck. “I know, I know. You’re just friends. But you kissed him, and he kissed you back. And you guys were like, really close almost all night.”

“I swear, this is the exact conversation I had with Mom and Didi last night.”

“Are you sure-”

She cut him off quickly. “Stop.”

“But-”

“Nope.”

“Has he had his rebound yet?”

“I don’t know,” she huffed, slightly exasperated. “He doesn’t talk to me the same way as he might his guys friends. He’s too polite to tell me how many women he may have nailed after Camila broke his heart. I don’t think I’d want to know anyway.”

Charlotte sat down at the kitchen island. “I don’t plan on being a rebound either, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Mason buckled Sebastian into his Bumbo and started mixing his oatmeal. “I’m not worried. He promised me he wouldn’t hurt you. He promised he would never do anything to make me hate him.”

“What?” She paused, mid-bite of her peanut butter and banana English muffin. “When were those promises made?”

“When he helped my ass to bed,” he chuckled. “I weirdly, vividly remember that part of the night. He cares about you. He’s a good guy.”

Charlotte fell into her own thoughts while she continued eating.

“How did you even meet him?” Mason asked, drawing her attention again. He slid a spoonful of cereal into Sebastian’s mouth.

She didn't exactly answer. Instead she said, “He lives downtown, like one kilo from my place.” She would let him draw his own conclusions.

“I have to tell Josh and Dougie and Rob.”

“If Didi hasn't already told everyone...

“Please don’t make a big deal out of it. I actually would like to bring him around again. Josh, Dougie, and Rob are common fixtures around here in the summertime. There are six weeks of summer left. I need them to be cool with him.”

“They’ll be fine. It’s Val and the twins you have to worry about.”

“Ugh, I know,” she groaned.

“They’re totally going to want to hang out with you now," he smirked.

// * // * //

Charlotte lingered in the archway between the kitchen and family room, Sebastian on her hip, Mason at her side for support.

Elisa paused the documentary; Charlotte noticed they had almost finished it.

“Shawn’s concert on Netflix is from his sold out show at the Rogers Centre two years ago. You might like to watch that sometime. I was there, with Val and the twins actually, - it was probably the last time we did anything together.

“Anyway...

“Bash just finished his cereal. I’m going to nurse him a little and see if he’ll go down for a nap. And I thought I’d run a load of laundry while he sleeps, before we head home.”

“Okay honey,” Elisa said.

She shifted from one foot to the other. “I also thought maybe it might be time that I tell you about Booker. Bash’s real dad.”

If they were surprised, they didn't show it. Jack just nodded.

Charlotte started towards the stairs. Mason called after her, “By the way, I threw Shawn’s shorts and boxers in your laundry.”

She blushed bright red.

“What?? I thought he was your boyfriend!”

// * // * //

Shawn strolled into the kitchen late Sunday morning, singing to himself. Nothing in particular, just a few runs like he normally did when he was warming up his voice. His younger sister, Aaliyah, almost eighteen and starting college in the fall, was sitting on top of the kitchen island, her phone in hand, texting her boyfriend.

She looked up, surprised, suddenly overwhelmed that her big brother was smiling and singing. She never imagined how much she would have missed hearing his voice until it had been absent for too long.

He wrapped his arms around her and gave her a big hug. “Morning bub,” he murmured. He then opened the fridge and drank the orange juice right out of the carton. He grabbed a muffin and jumped up to sit beside her on the island countertop.

“You seem happy,” she said softly, grinning fiercely, tears in her eyes. She quickly wiped them away.

“I had a good night,” he grinned back and kissed her temple.

“You just disappeared yesterday; we were worried. And then you didn’t get home until well after one. Were you out with Matt?”

“I was not. I made some new friends.”

“That’s not some weird code for-”

“Bub!” he shouted. “No! Oh my God!”

“You always tell me I can say anything to you,” she laughed.

“I know, but you don’t always have to remind me how grown up you are.”

She wrapped her arm around his waist and he hugged her around the shoulders.

“I’m going to go for a run with Tarzan. I’ll be back before lunch,” he said, shoving the last of his muffin in his mouth, jumping off the counter, and slipping his AirPods into his ears. “Love you!” he called over his shoulder as he jogged off.

// * // * //

Part 7

[simpbur]

hello! i would like ur 40 song wiblur playlist

anon thank you so much for asking <333 while it would’ve been easier to just drop the link i have so many thoughts about everything so i explained why every single song has its spot on this list which was IMMENSELY fun for me

(also: if anyone does want the link i can provide both apple music and spotify but if u would like the apple music link i’d rather it be through dms or an ask off anon that i can make private!)

another also: i bolded all the songs for ease of perusing if you don’t want the director’s commentary and bolded + italicized the ones that i think fit Very Well

another another also: wrote the second bit of this on my laptop and the keyboard is p funky so if there are any typos or things that do not make sense i will try to fix them asap haha

saint bernard by lincoln: this is one of those like. Dream SMP Songs that i added because it fits into so many different relationships and plot lines and arcs but i think there’s some connection to c!wlbur somewhere out there. idk i asked my friend and he said to add it so this one goes out to him

amnesia was her name by lemon demon: ghostbur song ghostbur song! mostly comes from this lovely animatic

o valencia! by the decemberists: okay this is one of those songs that only really has one lyric that fits but is an absolutely banger so it’s here anyway. you’ll also notice a trend of quasi love songs that i relate to c!wilbur’s perception of l’manburg and i think this song shows this in a really cool way, esp with the chorus (‘and i swear to the stars i’ll burn this whole city down’ is The Line)

achilles come down by gang of youths: another one of those Dream SMP Songs. i think this fits better with c!tommy but i like it too much to remove it. this is a somewhat common trend with the earlier songs on this playlist (i’ve been building this thing since january, for reference)

brave as a noun by ajj: another Dream SMP Song. i think certain verses fit better than others when it comes to wilbur’s character but that ones that work really work

harness your hopes by pavement: a song that is one here for vibes alone. i have no idea what these lyrics mean. all i know is that i heard it, thought of c!wilbur, and put it on the playlist. thank you all for being here

evelyn evelyn by evelyn evelyn: sad-ist made this a tommy and tubbo song (as she should) so it’s validity on this playlist is questionable but folks used to compare it to wilbur and tommy’s relationship during the pogtopia arc and i think some points were made there

the execution of all things by rilo kiley: i’m so excited to get here because this was the first song i put on the playlist that i think really works and i thumb nailed an animatic for the last verse and november 16th so! i think it’s a good l’manburg song and the last verse has some good ghostbur lines (‘and lately you’re all alone with nothing left but sleep/but sleep never comes to you, it’s the guilt and forever wakefulness of the weak’)

i’m just your problem from adventure time: this ones a bit tricky since at is my favorite show of all time and i cannot detach this song from its in-show context very well but there is a very cool animatic with this song that landed it a spot on the playlist

man burning by josh ritter: almost became an animatic but the audio i wanted to use (which i recorded at a josh ritter concert and it’s just him and his guitar and there’s echo and it’s very haunting and pretty) has my stepbrother singing in the background and i could not edit it out so. that will probably not happen. but anyways the only hole i would pick in this song is that it’s mostly about self sabotage which isn’t really applicable but i think the imagery is cool

mamma mia by abba: here me out. here me out. this is another song that fits so well and i have spent so many hours thinking about this and somewhere there is a note on my phone explaining how every single line relates to c!wilbur’s entire arc from founding l’manburg to the resurrection (made when we thought gbur was going to get resurrected in january) and just. the metaphorical ‘you’ is l’manburg does this make any sense (another almost animatic except now that wilbur’s actually back it might become an actual animatic)

the other side of paradise by glass animals: no idea why this is here other than being a Dream SMP Song. it’s good tho

infinitesimal by mother mother: they saaaaay it stared with a big bang but they saaaaaaaay it came out of a small thing latelyyyyy i’ve been feeling like a big bang You Know

curses by the crane wives: had a thing drawn out for this song showing the comparisons between c!wilbur and c!niki because of the chorus and i think the last two lyrics of said chorus are the best thing about this one

lonely eyes by the front bottoms: gotta admit that i have no idea how this song got on here but i’ve come to associate it with ghostbur based on vibes alone. it’s a friendly song he’s a friendly ghost it works. the other tfb song coming up fits a bit better methinks

king of new orleans by better than ezra: not to put better than ezra on my c!wilbur playlist but like. something about the whole ‘tasing something up to let it fall’ motif makes me think

get me away from here, i’m dying by belle and sebastian: another almost animatic song (there’s a trend here). not only does the story told in this song work i like the lines ‘play me a song to set me free/nobody writes them like they used to so it may as well be me’ in relation to my l’manburg

montgomery forever by the front bottoms: certain bits and pieces of this song fit so well, specifically the chorus and those bits in the last two choruses Yeah (’montgomery forever and ever and ever and now they’re blowing it up/(x2)/as you started laughing and crying and trying to explain how all you want to do is leave’)

don’t look back in anger by oasis: out of all my almost animatic songs, this one got the furthest. the animatic, which I got pretty far in thumbnailing, was about wilbur and tommy and kind of drawing comparisons between their characters, also about the revolution in general. maybe i’ll finish that animatic one day idk 

snow by ricky montgomery: i wish i had a link for this so bad but!! saw art on twitter!! with the lyric ‘bury me six feet in snow’!! and went ahfsdjfk!!

burning pile by mother mother: a Dream SMP Song. also a jam there’s no real specific connection for this one but i think it could fit in a couple of ways

rounds by the oh hellos: in the same position as snow except it was on tumblr..... @ whoever made this comic i saw these lyrics in your brain is massive and your art is incredible

lovely by mt. eddy: on here for vibes alone. there’s something in the lyrical content too, but my thoughts in that regard are not very fleshed out

adventures in solitude by the new pornographers: ah yes..... the song that prompted this all...... this is a beautiful and incredibly well written song and if you’re going to listen to any song off of this playlist i’d encourage you to listen to this one. it’s place of here is mostly cause of the chorus but the imagery in the verses could all represent a part of c!wilbur and i’d love to explore that more

caught in the middle by paramore: obligatory paramore song. i think it got on here because limbo = ‘middle’ but i’m not quite sure. on the verge of being deleted if i can find a better pmore song

delicate by damien rice: one of the oddest songs on this list and i am well aware that it sticks out like a sore thumb. a song that’s on here pretty much because of one lyric, which is ‘and why’d you sing hallelujah/if it means nothing to you’ which i related to both eret’s betrayal and how my l’manburg is hallelujah yknow

bang! by ajr: almost animatic song. i think we all know what the bang is here

somewhere only we know by lily allen: ik i said don’t look back in anger has the most potential to get made into an animatic but this song might actually take it place. on par with adventures in solitude in terms of how pretty of a song it is, and probably even moreso. it’s kind of turned into a ghostbur song in my head, and makes me cry like an infant child every time i hear it

a pearl by mitski: i cannot defend this song’s place on here past the line ‘it’s just that i fell in love with a war and nobody told me it ended’

eight by sleeping at last: the official c!wilbur song needs a spot on here <3 if i can dig up the clip of cc!wilbur talking about this song in relation to his character i’ll add it but until then yeah <3

always by rilo kiley: no idea why this is on here but it fits well!! could not tell you why!! banger!!

celebration guns by stars: it’s a hauntingly beautiful song about war, and kind of one of those that necessarily isn’t about wilbur but moreso his place in the story? idk how to explain it but yes

passerine by the oh hellos: it’s. it’s from the . the fic. yeah h

oh, you are the roots that sleep beneath my feet and hold the earth in place by bright eyes: added this after the real resurrection and i think it’s because fo the imagery? also the last verse

we are beautiful, we are doomed by los campesinos!: all i have to say is ‘i cannot emphasize enough that my body/is a badly designed, poorly put together vessel/harboring these diminishing, so called vital organs/i hope my heart goes first, i hope my heart goes first!’ has always made me think of pogtopia era wilbur :(

dead weight by jack stauber: no real connection other than eret played this song during a break during the ghostbur’s january ‘resurrection’ and i heard it and went :0

point me at lost lands by tired pony: gives me season on l’manburg vibes..... i love how free and passionate it sounds and that's p much the only reason it’s on this list haha

ghosting by mother mother: added this five seconds ago because i could not BELIEVE it was not on here. ghostbur song. mans sang it on that one stream with the reverb and everything. the lyrics ‘i will be kind and i’ll be sweet/if you stop staring straight through me’ hit particularly hard back when everyone thought that ghostbur was actually wilbur in disguise 

[valkirsif]

Conquest

Thank to @petite-madame for inspirational art.. you rock sweety!! <3

This is for mine little sweety friend @learisa i hope u enjoy <3

Sebastian Stan (Prince Noir) X Reader

Word 4500 (i know is to long)

Warning: SMUT!!!!!

The village had been in turmoil for days, news had come from the castle that the Prince was returning victorious from the skirmishes to the North bringing with him his wife and her brother, to put an end to the war the King of the North had finally yielded and consented to the wedding of Princess and send to the West court also third son why was studying and did a good marriage in turn with one of the daughters of the King, everyone was devoted to preparations for decorating the village and the castle, adjusting the roads and numerous seamstresses of kingdom undertook to sew new clothes for the commoners and dignitaries, Lucrezia had just arrived at the castle with her helpers to make clothes for the King's daughters,

"My Queen, my respects" she said bowing as entered the Princesses' rooms, "I brought the finest fabrics from the islands" placed the heavy trunks full of fabrics, feathers and precious stones in front of the Queen,

"Lucrezia, thank you for your haste" said the Queen gesturing for her to get up, "with the arrival of Prince Sebastian my daughters need new clothes" clapped her hands and the nurses let the girls in, the seamstress bowed before get to work, took the measurements to the Princesses and began to draw, she wanted the clothes to be perfect for them and make them even more beautiful, after all one of them would marry the Prince were not allowed mistakes,

"Y/N it's your turn" said the Queen calling the second daughters, "and where does this come from?" asked nervously taking a wooden dagger from her belt, the girl bit her lip but didn't answer, "You have to stop with these things and learn what is expected of you",

"But Mother" she replied angrily, "the activities of the females are boring .. ", the Queen looked at her badly and stopped replying, letting Lucrezia take her measurements,

"Does Your Majesty have any requests for clothes?" asked once the fabrics were divided, "I could use feathers or flowers to style the hair of the Princesses .. "

"It's good advice, Serlina would benefit with her shyness .. and maybe Y/N would calm down with a composed hairstyle " she smiled before letting her daughters out and leaving Lucrezia to work.

The trumpets of the keep sounded giving everyone the signal that the Prince was coming, a messenger had brought news of the landing the day before and now the procession was in sight,

"Ector go ahead and check the area .. " Prince said to the squire who was escorting the carriage,

"..And you lift your skirt I haven't fucked you since yesterday" whispered to his wife kissing her, the girl smiled obeying,

"My flower I know it wasn't what you wanted but you are my prize .. " said staring at her, taking on his lap and entering her, ".. how soft and welcoming you are .." growled sinking his face into her prosperous breasts, unfastening her robe, moving swiftly inside her, they were almost there but he couldn't help but possess her,

"My Lord .." she gasped clinging to him, ".. my only desire is to satisfy you ..", the man was right she did not want that political marriage and rebelled when her father imposed it on her but as soon as she set eyes on the Prince all his objections disappeared, he was young and beautiful in his armor, his light hair and blue eyes bewitched her and from the wedding he indulged his wishes every time he smiled at her, and now that he was fucking her like a servant instead of withdrawing gave herself to him without hesitation,

".. if they explained their marital duties to the girls they would all get married at the first opportunity .. " she gasped as the man pulled her head back without delicacy and kissed her neck pushing her onto the seat,

"If the girls knew certain things they would all become bitches .. " he said turning, ".. like you .. " laughed, taking her by the hips and fucking hard, excited by her moans,

".. I want you to enjoy for me little bitch .." he ordered taking her by the hair, the girl arched moaning on the pillows, his body pressed to her as dug into her clutching her breasts,

" Chris .. " she meowed coming sinking her nails into the silk of the seat,

" Domitia .. " the man growled on her back enjoying, they composed themselves panting smiling,

"I think the shape of the clothes for women will change soon, the clothes of the North are much more practical" he laughed clutching the ribbons on the shoulders of his wife who smiled back and leaned against him as they crossed the borders of the village, the commoners were for road that greeted the return of the Prince throwing petals as they passed, the two greeted the crowd heading to the castle.

The King together with the Queen and the sisters were waiting for them at the top of the stairs, the courtiers were on the stairs curious to see the children of the King of the North, rumors had come about their beauty and they all wanted to admire them, the couple got out of the carriage followed by their brother Domitia, when they reached the top of the stairs, they bowed,

"My son, welcome back" said the King embracing his son, "Thank goodness you are safe, welcome my daughter" he welcomed Domitia kissing her on the forehead, "these weddings have brought peace and wealth to all lands"

"Father, I'm happy to be here," she replied shyly, lowering her head, "I bring gifts from my father with me," said, handing an inlaid trunk to the King, "he is my brother Sebastian" turned and motioned the man to come closer,

"My King" bowed, the Princesse smiled, they found Sebastian beautiful and completely different from the boys they were used to, tall with long dark hair and bright blue eyes, serious gaze, something strange caught Y/N's gaze, she saw strange drawings appearing from the man's jacket and wondered what they were, she remembered her nurse's boring lessons on the people of the North, she remembered that they used to tattoo their bodies ..was curious to know more about him, the Royal family entered the castle followed by the courtiers, the Queen called a servant,

"Accompany Prince Sebastian to his rooms" she gestured to the porters to follow him, "I hope the rooms are to your taste, David will take care of all your needs, dinner in an hour" said smiling at the young man who he bowed seriously before following the page,

"This is the area of ​​the family's private castle" David said leading the way, "The library is always open, it is used for lessons the tutors are always available if you want", Sebastian stopped at the door listening to the music, in the library Serlina was taking singing lessons, Artemisia was embroidering following a complex pattern on the loom together with Kastalia , was intrigued by Y/N who looked out the window with attentive eyes while the nurse tried to make her concentrate on the books, followed her gaze and saw that in the large courtyard the troops were training,

".. Your Grace .. " the page called him back, "this is your room" he said giving way,

"Thank you" Sebastian answered entering, " I know that here the etiquette is very strict but in the North we don't use titles in private so call me Sebastian" said dismissing him, David bowed his head confused and went out, the young man undressed to take a bath , the journey had been long and uncomfortable and he needed to relax, a young servant entered to fill the tub, she blushed to find the Prince naked while touching himself, the young man smiled moving towards her, took the jugs from her hand and pushed against the wall,

"Don't you use to announce yourself before entering?" he asked mischievously, stroking her face,

"Since you're here .. " growled putting her face to the wall and lifting her dress,

".. I'll be delicate" said spreading her legs and playing with her pussy, the girl moaned when he inserted two fingers digging into her,

"Tight and wet .. as I like it" he laughed removing his fingers and penetrating her, the servant gave a start and tensed as Sebastian slammed her violently grunting on her neck,

"Relax little flower it will be more pleasant for both of us .. " squeezed her breast, kissing her neck

"My Prince I am at your service .. " she moaned, ".. use me as you please", the man laughed increasing the blows,

"I'll do it dear .. I'll do it often .. " he took her by the shoulders mounting her like a wild animal, quick and angry growling in her ears, he was leaning on her back,

".. prepare my bath now" he gasped, pulling away from her, the girl bowed, putting her dress back together and disappeared to fill the tub with hot water, silently washed his shoulders and back, David entered the room and prepared the clean clothes waiting to get ready to accompany him into the dining room.

Large tables of food were set in the center of the room, dignitaries, generals and notables in sumptuous clothes drank and chatted while waiting for the King to sit down, Domitia approached her brother as soon as entered the room,

"Could you try to smile?" she whispered seriously, "You will scare your future bride with all this seriousness" she laughed hugging him, trying to put him at ease,

"Sister, there's little to laugh about, I won't be as lucky as you" he replied, pointing to Chris, "I don't know these people and with the rules they have here I certainly won't be able to talk to the Princesses alone"

"I discussed it with the Queen, I explained our customs" said Domitia more cheerful, "you have been allowed to spend time with them if you wish, the King will choose for you only if none of them is congenial to you. .. but I hope that out of 4 girls at least one is to your taste" she laughed moving towards the table, the King had just sat down and the court was doing the same, Sebastian took his place among the Princesses who silently stared at him, dinner was served ,

"And ' your taste my Lord?" Serlina asked politely , she was the eldest it was up to her to break the ice,

" It is very different from Northern food but it is very good" replied Sebastian trying to smile, "I heard you sing you have a wonderful voice",

"Thank you, I've been studying a lot, my mother says that for a Princess it is important to know how to sing to please her husband" said the girl,

"And what else do you like?" curiously asked, "In our lands all the girls, royal or plebeian, ride and know how to shoot with the bow",

"With us girls are required to be modest" answered Serlina smiling , "We are taught to sing and embroider, we are too delicate to ride or learn the art of war" she laughed, "But if you like, I can ask my father to let me take lessons .. ",

"I would never allow myself to interfere with your customs" said Sebastian, shook his head it seemed that the Princesses had only been taught to be beautiful, he continued to converse with the girls hoping to notice something that would strike him, at the end of the meal the guests yes moved to the ballroom where the musicians started playing and people started dancing, Chris led Domitia on the dance floor and taught her their dances,

"Do you like to dance my Lord?" Artemisia loved to dance but she couldn't ask Sebastian to do it, she would have liked to teach him the steps but it was up to him to come forward and didn't seem to want to, "If you want I can teach you .. " she said fearfully,

"Thank you but I'm afraid I have two left feet my Lady" the man replied laughing, "I wouldn't want to hurt you by beating you", Y/N held back a laugh it was clear that he didn't want to indulge her sister, another knight came forward and the two they were left alone, Kastalia was the youngest of the Princesses and had already retired to her rooms,

"What would your father say if he knew you have a thing for guards?" he asked smiling at Y/N who looked at him thoughtfully, "I saw you today staring at the training of young people with interest",

"I don't have a soft spot for anyone .. " the girl answered understanding, ".. but please don't tell my father anyway .. he wouldn't understand" she shook her head,

"I will keep your secret if you tell me why " he said curiously, Y/N seemed more interesting than his sisters, the girl looked around before answering,

"I find all these Princess things terribly boring and stupid" she said, "I would like to learn fun things like fighting and riding but it is forbidden to look as strong as a man" she concluded with a snort, Sebastian laughed heartily for the first time since leaving the North , definitely Y/N was interesting.

Six months passed, Domitia was expecting her first child and everyone hoped it was a boy, it was also time for Sebastian to choose a bride, he had spent a lot of time with each of them, the laws were changed and the girls they wanted could now learn what they wanted, Y/N hadn't been told twice and she proved to be an impeccable horseman, she was learning to use sword and shield, Sebastian was fascinated by her, even the sisters tried to learn but they were not talented,

"Sebastian son, come closer" said the King motioning him to sit with him, "You have been with us for two seasons, the snow is approaching and it is time for you to return to your lands, so you have decided which of my daughters will come with you as yours bride? " he asked taking a cup of wine, the man looked at the fire thoughtfully,

"All your daughters would be perfect as spouses" he began seriously, "I got to know them and each of them would be loved and honored in the North but I think the only really adequate is Y/N" concluded looking at the King,

" Mmm I was hoping that the choice would fall on Serlina who is the eldest and, by birthright, should marry first .. " the King said thoughtfully,

".. but I promised your Father and you that I would not impose any of my daughters, and both I will speak with her and we will begin the preparations immediately to get you to leave before winter" he concluded, getting up and shaking hands with Sebastian who bowed and went out. ,

"Call me Y/N to come to me right away" he said to a servant,

"Here I am Father did you want to see me?" the girl said, entering the room, placing herself at father's feet, the man smiled, stroking her face,

"My beloved daughter" he said sweetly, "I have always feared you would stay in this house because of your nature .. " he smiled, ".. but I was wrong, the Prince chose you as his bride, I trust that you will accept without making a fuss" , the girl stared at him in amazement, Sebastian had never given any sign of finding her interesting,

"Father if it is what is expected of me I will accept .. " she replied lowering her gaze, "..and I do not do it because I have to but because I want to, I will marry the Prince with joy" smiled seeing the satisfaction on the King's face,

"I'm glad to hear you say it, it will be a political union but I hope that over time you can feel sincere affection for him"

" Father .. " Y/N said blushing, ".. I already feel some affection for him, I hope to be lucky like my brother and that he can feel affection for me",

the King dismissed her and joined her sisters to give them the news,

"What have you done this time?" Serlina asked sarcastically sitting next to her followed by the other sisters, "You are always the stone of scandal" she smiled,

"He wanted to tell me that I will leave for the North as Sebastian's bride .. " answered neutral Y/N, she knew that Serlina liked the Prince and that she thought she would choose her, she didn't want to seem too happy, ".. in two days they will be celebrated the wedding and we will leave ",

"So he chose you?" asked Artemisia as amazed as Serlina , "You spent very little time together, how is it possible?" asked further if same as the other,

"I imagined it" said Serlina , "None of us were so inclined for physical things" laughed, teasing her, "I personally hated to smell like a stable, I probably would have lived very badly in the North, I'm happy for you sister" hugged her sincerely happy, the Queen entered their rooms followed by Domitia and Lucrezia,

"You three go to study" she said sending her daughters out of the room, "We have to prepare Y/N for the wedding", she clapped hands and the girls left visibly disappointed not to be able to attend,

"Dear Domitia, you will help Lucrezia for the dress" said the Queen, "She does not know the shape of your wedding dresses",

"Certainly Mother with pleasure, my brother will appreciate" she smiled sitting down with the seamstress,

"Light clothes will also be needed, the North is warm and sunny, no heavy clothes and furs will be needed", the Queen nodded, took Y/N aside to explain to her what to expect from the wedding night,

".. over time it will be pleasant for you too" she concluded, the girl was dumbfounded and worried above all because she had heard the stories of the servants about Sebastian and did not know what to think, from their stories he had been kind even if rude when he possessed them and was curious to see him naked.

A week after the announcement everything was ready for the wedding, the foreign dignitaries had arrived and also the ambassador of the North had arrived, according to the peace agreements, taking the place of the King, in her room Y/N was being prepared,

"Stay still Princess or I will prick you" said the nurse trying to comb her, the girl was nervous and agitated, "You are beautiful in this dress",

"My daughter, you are a ray of sunshine" the Queen approached and hugged her, "Are you ready?" asked taking her face in hands,

"Yes Mother" she replied nervously, "I'm afraid .. ",

the Queen laughed, " It's normal but don't worry in the North you'll be fine, your sisters will come to see you in the spring",

the King took Y/N by the hand and brought her in front of the throne where Sebastian was waiting for her, he joined the hands of the spouses with a ribbon, a Druid went around the couple saying spells and blessing them, the ceremony ended with the signing of both on the document and the taking over of the bride by the Prince, the celebrations began immediately and lasted 3 days with dances, fires and food,

"I can't wait to be alone with you and pick your most precious flower" Sebastian whispered in the ear of Y/N who blushed,

"I'll wait for you in the bedroom, my bride" he kissed her leaving her with the maids who quickly took off her wedding dress, passed over her body some perfumed pearl powder and loosened her hair before putting on first night's shirt, the girl was agitated she had never been alone with a man and was afraid of what would happen, her mother put a flower in her hair and led her into the bedroom where Sebastian was waiting.

The King gave her a kiss on the forehead and took his leave followed by the rest of the court, Y/N felt heart in her throat torturing fingers staring at the floor, two servants approached to undress the bride and groom, "Get out" Sebastian said before touched, "You don't need to stay",

the servants looked at each other dumbfounded and went out, the man took off his clothes and approached Y/N who was trembling nervously, as if had lost her bravado,

"Look at me dear" he said lifting her face, "Don't be nervous",

the girl observed the naked body of her husband and was fascinated by the tattoos, complicated drawings of animals and runes covered his left arm, a large tree with two crows took a large part of his chest,

"They are beautiful .. " she exclaimed reaching out to touch them, "..can I?" asked fearfully, Sebastian smiled at her taking her hand and bringing it to his chest, Y/N had a start was the first man she touched,

"They don't bite" the man laughed letting her explore his body, excited by her fingers brushing him, Y/N was mesmerized by the drawings, she followed the trunk of the tree with her fingers going down on his abdominals, felt the man jerk lowered the look thinking she scratched him and saw his excitement, took her hand away as if she touched the fire, Sebastisn laughed, took her hand and brought it on his cock, Y/N tried to withdraw her hand but he was much stronger ,

"You have to learn how to touch a man" he said seriously using her hand to touch himself, "It's okay .. good with delicacy" he let Y/N move her delicate fingers over him, he took her face in his hands and kissed impatiently, the girl stiffened it was her first kiss, she tried to get behind her but Sebastian grabbed her by the hair pushing against the supports of the bed,

"You hurt me" she protested frightened, " Please .. " prayed on the verge of tears, the man laughed away from her letting lean uncomfortably on the supports of the bed,

"It's time to take off this nightgown .. " he said unfastening the ribbons on her breast, "..and to take what belongs to me" took off her robe, Y/N reacted trying to cover herself with her hands blushing, Sebastian pushed on the bed, lying down next to her, moved her hands and began to touch her breasts, kissing her neck,

"Relax I promise you will like it" he whispered looking at her, Y/N was mesmerized by husband's blue eyes and tried to relax as he pressed on her breasts, took a nipple between his teeth and squeezed making her moan, sucked and squeezed her breast, moved a hand down on the belly, touching her hips, the girl trembled,

"I know you touched yourself thinking of me" he said in a deep voice, "Don't be shy, you're a bitch like any other" growled sliding her hand between her legs, Y/N tried to close her thighs,

"Please no" she whispered in fear,

" Shhh hush" he growled placing his hands on her knees and opening her legs, "You can relax and take the pleasure I'm about to give you .. " he said putting two fingers in her pussy,

".. or kick and make everything very unpleasant for you" began to move slowly inside her, pressing his palm on her clit letting her relax, brought his free hand back to her breast, squeezing it, pinching her nipples,

"Well done, like this, enjoy my hands" he laughed kissing her, biting her lip to reaffirm possession, "I chose you because I love you", the girl stared at him, her heart beating fast,

"I love you too" she answered sincerely, "And I think I like what you're doing" she moaned feeling the same sensation as when touched herself, only more intense, Sebastian noticed it and slowed down starting to go down kissing her skin, licking her belly up to her pussy, he kissed her mound and buried his tongue on her clit, licking and sucking greedily, starting to move his fingers inside her, rubbing the soft tissue, felt Y/N moaning and panting close to orgasm,

" Seb .. Sebastian .. I .. I " meowed enjoying, the man continued to stimulate her, prolonging orgasm, making her arch and pant,

"You see it wasn't difficult to relax" he laughed leaning on her belly, got up kneeling between her legs, touching himself admiring her sweaty and exposed body, the girl moved, caressing his face,

"Turn around" ordered, leaving space for her, Y/N obeyed not understanding the reason, she turned and made herself comfortable, the man laughed,

"Do you really think I'll let you sleep?" he asked hitting her on the ass, the girl screamed more for the surprise than for the blow, Sebastian took her by the hips and put her on all fours getting behind her, Y/N was agitated again, the stories of the servants came back to her mind that he had owned he liked to take women from behind,

"Now stay still and put that ass up," he ordered spanking her again, he held her by the side rubbing his cock on her wet pussy and entered with a single decisive movement, the girl screamed,

"You are so tight my flower" he grunted moving slowly, letting her pussy welcome him, "By the Gods how wonderful it is to fuck a virgin",

"Slowly please" she moaned on the pillow trying to breathe, "Wait don't move .. ",

"I've been waiting for this moment for a long time .. " he said trying to be delicate, "..well good .. breathe" grunted hearing the girl relax,

"Now you will feel the real pleasure my bride" he said leaning behind her, sinking into her more and more, began to move faster, hitting her every time she stiffened,

".. your pussy wants more right?" he growled grabbing her by the hair bringing towards him, "Feel how he holds me?" took her like an animal, fucking her hard, fast, he felt her second orgasm squeeze him, excited by her moans squeezed her hair and came grunting filling her every fold,

"Come here my flower" he said sweetly hugging her, "You were good for being the first time .. sorry if I was rude but the women of the North are wilder and appreciate being scrambled" laughed, squeezing her,

"I was so scared" whispered Y/N close to him, "I appreciated too .. now that I know how you like to own me" laughed kissing him, they talked and made love until morning, they fell asleep in the carriage as they left for the North.

[until-theend-oftheline]

Two Hearts as One

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader 

Warnings: Explicit Sex, language, Dorks in love.

Squares Filled: Movie Night for @marvelfluffbingo​

Word Count: 2800ish

A/N: This is part of my LLL universe - it takes place in December 2011 and Y/N and Seb just started dating. It can also be read as a one-shot just as always.  

Betaed by: @ifyougetkilled-walk-it-off​ - thank you, sis

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

You and Sebastian had gone out several times since the two of you had finally admitted how you felt. You had been ice skating, to a Christmas market, he had asked you over to help him decorate his place, and last Friday he had taken you to see a movie. This was your first movie night at your place since he had kissed you at his place two weeks ago. 

You were nervous as you looked in the mirror. You were wearing a deep blue lace bra with matching panties. You had showered using your favorite shower gel, cream, and shampoo. You had shaved every inch of your body even if you knew deep down it wouldn’t matter to Sebastian. You had curled your hair, letting it hang loose down the silk robe you were currently trying to decide if you wanted to tie or not. 

After tying and untying it a few times you decided it was best to have it closed. You didn’t want to overwhelm him or seem pushy. Or have one of your neighbors spot you in next to nothing when you opened the door for him for that matter. 

Your heart skipped a beat as your door phone rang and you gave yourself one last look in the mirror. The light make-up you were wearing framed your face perfectly and brought out your eyes. Your skin felt smooth and you felt amazing about yourself. You pictured the way Sebastian would look at you when he saw you and your smile widened as your confidence grew. 

You rushed barefoot down the stairs, clicking the mic on the door phone, greeting him. 

“Come on up, Seba,” you spoke, not waiting for him to say anything and smiled when he teased you for it. 

“What if you just let in a burglar, darlin’. Might wanna wait for a guy to say hello,” Sebastian’s voice sounded through the speakers. 

“Well, I haven’t opened the second door yet, so leave him out there would ya,” you giggled, causing Sebastian to laugh as you heard the door close behind him and you knew he was on his way up. 

Normally, you would have opened the door, before Sebastian had a chance to knock, but given what you were wearing, or weren’t wearing, today you waited. 

“It’s just me, Y/N/N. Burglar is sulking on the sidewalk, you can open the door,” Sebastian played as he knocked your front door. 

You took a deep breath, running your hands down your robe before opening the door, showing yourself to him. 

Sebastian’s mouth dried up when he saw you. He sure as hell hadn’t expected the sight that met him. You were absolutely breathtaking. You always were of course, but the amount of skin you were showing almost gave him a heart attack. 

“Fuck,” Sebastian muttered, still standing frozen outside the door. 

His eyes traveled your body before meeting yours, and you couldn’t help but giggle. The way he looked at you made your confidence soar, as you reached out grabbing his hand and pulling him inside. 

“Come on in. I can’t keep the door open all day dressed like this,” you laughed, which seemed to unfreeze your boyfriend. 

The door hadn't even closed behind the two of you before his hands were on you. He gripped your hips, pulling you into him and his lips crashed against yours. He kissed you like you were oxygen and he was a man suffocating. 

You were heaving for breath when Sebastian finally broke the kiss, leaning his forehead against yours. He looked deeply into your eyes, as his hands gave your hips a small squeeze. 

“I take it you’re not in the mood for a movie then?” Sebastian tried to tease, as he swallowed thickly. 

You reached up running your hands through his hair, smiling when he momentarily closed his eyes enjoying your touch. 

“Maybe later,” you smiled, feeling your heartbeat pick up. Suddenly a wave of doubt crashed down on you. You didn’t usually do this sort of thing. You and Sebastian hadn’t had sex yet. Well, at least not in the past year. Not since the night, you had first met and before he had become your best friend. You had come on strong but the last thing you wanted was to push him into something he wasn’t ready for. 

“I mean, we can watch one now… if you don’t want too….” 

Sebastian smiled when you started rambling. He loved how easily you could switch between this confident sexy woman into a cute rambling mess and back again in a matter of seconds. He loved how you had thought of him getting ready, but all of a sudden was scared you were pushing him to move faster than he wanted. You weren’t. He had wanted this for a long time, so instead of answering, he let his hands slide down to your thighs, lifting you into the air. 

He laughed as you squealed in surprise, guiding your legs to wrap around his waist. He backed you against the wall, kissing you deeply before you could say anything. The dazed look in your eyes, when he pulled back to let you both breathe, made his already hardening cock jump in his pants. He’d never seen a woman as gorgeous as you, and knowing the effect he had on you was absolutely intoxicating. 

“I want you. I want this. Us. So badly,” Sebastian confessed, groaning as your fingers dug into his shoulders with your words. 

“Take me upstairs, Seba,” you pleaded, wanting, needing his hands all over you. You wanted to feel him and for him to feel you. You never loved anyone as deeply and truly as you loved Sebastian and you couldn’t stop yourself from kissing him again and again as he walked you up the stairs. 

“Careful. Can’t see,” Sebastian laughed as he stumbled against the wall as he reached the top of the stairs. You laughed with him clinging to him, as you buried your face against his neck. 

“Don’t fall on me again,” you teased, playfully biting his neck as he walked through the door to your bedroom. You screamed in surprise as Sebastian suddenly tossed you onto the bed, causing you to bounce a few times on the mattress as he laughed at you.  

“Seb!” you scolded trying to keep the smile off your face, but you were sure you failed. It was very hard not to smile when a man that handsome was looking down at you as if you were his entire world. And was ridding himself of his jacket and shirts at the same time. 

“That’s what you get for being a smartass,” Sebastian winked at you, kicking off his shoes before crawling onto the bed, hovering over you with a smirk on his face. 

You ran your hands down his chest, around his sides, and up his back, attempting to draw him closer to you. Sebastian did as you silently begged, leaning down to kiss you. You stayed like that for ages. Just kissing and letting your hands wander without rushing for more. You could barely breathe from how good he made you feel a simple touch and his kiss. You knew he was good, but this was different. This wasn’t just about sex. It was about deepening your connection with him. It was to show him how deeply you loved him and have him show you the same in return.  

After almost half an hour making out with you Sebastian couldn’t wait any longer. He wanted to take his time; to make you feel special and to show you how much he loved you. He slowly untied your robe, letting his hands gently caress your skin as he pulled back looking deeply into your eyes. 

“I love you, Y/N/N,” Sebastian whispered, before ducking down to kiss your neck, down the valley of your breasts, gently squeezing and them as he moved his lips down your stomach. 

“Seba…” you gasped when he pressed a kiss against your panties, gently hooking his fingers into the waistband. He looked up at you with a smirk on his face, but you knew he was also asking for permission. Just like you hadn’t wanted to push him, he was giving you an out. Just like he had over and over again that night so long ago. Sebastian was a good man and you knew without a shadow of a doubt one word would always make him stop no matter what. 

“Please,” you begged. “Seba, I need you.”

That was all the permission he needed and Sebastian slowly slid the panties down your legs. He shoved them into his back pocket with a wicked grin on his face, causing you to laugh and give his shoulder a push with your barefoot. 

“Perv,” you teased, giggling as he gripped your ankle holding your foot against him as he began kissing his way down your leg. 

“Only for you,” he winked, looking up at you as he reached his goal. His hot breath fanned over your cunt.

You gasped as he flattened his tongue running it over your lips. The knot in your stomach tightened as he continued his ministrations eating you out like a man starving, never once taking his eyes off you. 

The look in his eyes, dark with lust but so filled with emotions, love and adoration only added to your high. No man had ever looked at you like that and most certainly not when buried between your legs. 

Sebastian’s jeans felt uncomfortably tight as he watched you writhe and gasp beneath him. He didn’t care though. This wasn’t about him. It was about you. He wanted nothing more than to make you feel good; amazing. 

You screamed his name in ecstasy, trashing and gripping his hair as he pushed first one, then two fingers inside you, working your clit with his tongue. Your pleasure built and built until you couldn’t take it any longer. Your orgasm ripped through your body and white light blinded your vision. 

Sebastian kept his fingers inside you gently working you through your high as he kissed his way back up your body until he reached your lips. You moaned softly against his kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him impossibly closer. 

Your body ached for him even harder than ever as you came down from your high. You needed to feel him. You ran your hands around his shoulders, down his chest, smiling as you felt his abs flex beneath your touch. 

“Off,” you mumbled against his lips as your hands started pulling at his belt, causing Sebastian to pull back with a laugh. 

“Still bossy huh?” Sebastian teased you as he gently removed his fingers from your cunt. You groaned half from the sudden emptiness you were feeling and half from his teasing. 

Sebastian only smiled, looking down at you. You were beautiful lying there on the bed in your bra, your robe half off and your hair a mess, glowing from your recent orgasm and eyes hungry for more as you watched him. 

He quickly undid his pants pushing them off along with his boxers and shorts. His cock jumped as you sat up reaching behind you, undoing your bra before tossing it onto the floor to join the rest of your clothes along with your robe. 

“Sweetheart...” Sebastian’s voice was hoarse as he watched you move to sit on the edge of the bed. You moved to sit directly in front of him on your knees.

You just smiled up at him, running your hands up his thighs as you leaning in kissing his cock. It proudly jumped under your lips and you grinned up at him as you gently took him into your hand. 

“Honey you don’t have too….” Sebastian started, closing his eyes from pleasure as you ran your tongue from the root to the tip of his cock before gently pulling back his foreskin. 

“I want, too. Let me?” You asked, looking up into his eyes and Sebastian gently cupped your face. 

He ran his thumb over your lips before he nodded and you smiled. You kept looking up at him as you flattened your tongue, running it up his cock a few times before taking him into your mouth. You sucked, causing Sebastian to gasp and his muscles to flex, struggling to keep still. 

The loving way you looked up at him along with the pleasure you brought him as you alternated between slowly bobbing your head up and down and sucking. It wasn’t until you released his cock with a wet pop, running your tongue over the slit his legs buckled and he almost blew his load right then and there. 

“Fuck! Jeez Y/N. You can’t do that if you don’t want to have to wash your hair,” Sebastian groaned, causing you to laugh. 

You lifted yourself up onto your knees. You wrapped your arms around his neck. 

“Charming, Seba,” you giggled as he groaned and pulled you tightly against him. 

The feeling of your soft skin and curves against his, did nothing to slow down the beat of his heart but he also didn’t care. He needed you badly. He pulled you into a bruising kiss, before slowly lowering you back onto the bed, following you down. He kept kissing you, loving the feel over your hands, running over his body anywhere you could reach, but he couldn’t hang on much longer. He needed to be inside you. 

“Y/N…” Sebastian gasped resting his forehead against hers, afraid that if he moved as much as an inch he would blow. 

“It’s okay. I’m on the pill and I’m safe. Are you?” you asked so sweetly as if you had no idea what your words were doing to him. As if you had no idea what your touch, your soft body beneath him and the way you looked at him was doing to him. 

“Yeah… I’m safe. Are you sure, darlin’?” Sebastian asked, gasping as you reached for him. He quickly reached for your wrist to stop you, kissing you. 

“Sorry… Let me… if you touch me I might…,” Sebastian started to explain, pulling a face at you when you started to giggle. You had no idea you had affected him that strongly and as much as you wanted to tease him about it, it also gave you a strange rush. This gorgeous, amazing sweet man, was so affected by you that he was afraid he was going to come too soon if you touched him again. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, running your fingers through his hair before kissing him again. 

“Make love to me Seba,” you asked, smiling as he leaned down to kiss you again. 

You gasped against his lips as he slowly sank into you. You stayed like that, kissing and gently caressing each other as you gave each other the time you needed to adjust. After a few minutes, Sebastian slowly began to move, rolling his hips against yours, never pulling out more than halfway before sinking back into you. You gasped against each other’s lips, no longer really kissing but breathing each other’s air as you looked deeply into his eyes. 

You never felt more connected, more loved than you did at that moment. When you came apart in his arms, Sebastian was mere seconds behind. His arms buckled and his weight crushed you, but you didn’t mind. His weight was as comforting as the feeling of his warm skin radiating against your own. 

It took a few minutes before he moved, but when he did it was to kiss your neck, your cheek, and your lips, causing you to giggle, before gasping as he gently pulled out. Sebastian rolled onto his back, pulling you with him into his arms and you more than willingly snuggled up to him. 

“Wow,” Sebastian breath, making you laugh and look up at him with a roll of your eyes. 

“Wow? Don’t be such a guy,” you teased, squealing when Sebastian pinched you butt, before shutting you up with a kiss. 

“I love you, Y/N,” he spoke softly, and your heart skipped a beat. 

“I love you too, Seba,” you snuggled up to him again resting your head over his heart, smiling as you felt it beat in the same rhythm as your own. 

“So… Movie Night naked in bed and pizza delivery?” Sebastian suggested, giving you a small squeeze as you laughed. 

“Only if you get the door,” you grinned looking up at him and Sebastian laughed. 

“Deal! I might have to borrow a sheet though.”

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