#bottom!sebatian

[willowsages-blog]

public restaurant: Dbf Sebatian Stan x female reader

summary: against your better judgment, you somehow falter and let Sebatian, your dad's best friend, do what he will with you at dinner, right underneath your parents' noses.. without your father finding out

warnings: swearing, exhibition, public fingering, daddy kink, dbf.

"Stop it, we're in a nice restaurant." You softly smack his hand from traveling to your inner thigh, mumbling your words in a cruel manor.

"I don't really care," Sebastian glides the tips of his fingers up your leg slowly and somberly, resting his big hand severely close to your aching heat.

"Well, I do care.." Once again, you remove his warmth from your own, humiliated that the softest touch of a man could make it so difficult to focus.

"And just because my parents are in the restroom, doesn't mean we can mess around, Sebastian." what if someone finds out looking around trying to see if your parents were close by especially your father would go crazy if he saw the two of you together close.

"They're probably fucking." Blandly, he says, staring at you with an ornery glint in his florescent eyes.

"Gross." You blow a disgusted huff through your teeth, watching your parents emerge from the back of the building, looking pure as ever.

"If it were up to me, I'd have you taking my cock in the bathroom too." His words slipped right down through you and caressed your arousal with his grueling words, forcing an unwanted, tainted red to spread among your cheeks like wildfire.

"You shouldn't say things like that.." Wary, you kept your eyes lowered, fully ashamed of the affect he had now bestowed upon you.

"Flustered, my Love?" He gave you a convincing look of concern, but he had "arrogance" written all over his face, settling his damned hand atop your knee smoothly.

"Y'know, you shouldn't wear this," He pulled the small, delicate strap of your dress off your shoulder, "Makes me want to ruin your nice little dress.."

"Stop, Sebastian..." You pull the loose strap back up to its former place, grimacing once his hand crawls up the slit of your dress and settles against the molten cove, he calls his own.

"Stop what, Y/N?" He shifts his eyes on yours, raising a brow in question. "I've hardly laid a finger upon you.." He curled his finger under the silk fabric of your panties, massaging your little rose bud soft and nice.

You fall silent to his wishes, eyeing your parents who had made a stop at the bar and were laughing with another couple while you sat there, a mistress to whatever Sebastian decided to do.

He rolled your clit between the pads of his fingers as you let your head fall back slowly, chewing on the pillowy softness of your bottom lip to suppress your pleas for more.

"Sebastian.." He slid his long index into your pulsing folds, and you wrapped both of your hands around his bicep,

anchoring to him as he deflowered you amongst the eyes of the public. You struggled to keep your legs still from under the table, and his pace of pleasure quickened.

Softly, you whimpered through your lips, undeniably hushed by his arousing acts of unbidden desires.

You squeezed your thighs together, whilst enveloping his hand at your very center. It was terribly hard to keep quiet, and even Sebastian struggled with the want to praise his little princess for doing so well.

"Such a naughty girl," Sebastian chides, watching you fall apart so delicately, amidst the oblivious beings that scatter the room. His eyes travel down the lengths of you, the sore throb in his cock swelling each time your thighs shook around his hand.

He pumped his thick digits slow and masterfully, while sweat dotted your brow, sweeping your hair with a gleam.

Your chest fell rapidly, and you felt the overwhelming sensations of his languid touch begin to brink at your nearly come orgasm.

, please.” Involuntary bucks broke from your hips, and you let your head fall to his shoulder, a cascade of whimpers and cries quietly evading your wordless mouth.

“Go ahead, princess, come on my fingers. Let everyone see how messy you are.”

His lips moved against your ear, and you couldn’t help but free yourself from the bondage wrapped around the pit of your stomach in several knots, and he unwound everything single one of them with ease.

Careless of what eyes could be scouring you, you let your body rattle through your orgasm, coating his fingers with your juices and an unapologetic moan emptying from your lips with passion.

It felt so good.

You sigh as Sebastian removes his fingers from you, hazily watching as he slips them in his mouth unbothered.

You let your breathing smooth back to normal, eyeing him with the same lustful desire you withheld still only minutes ago.

Confident, you led your hand right over his hardened erection, sliding your palm tenderly against the noticeable indent in his trousers. Sebastian gave you an evil look,

dismissing whatever silly little idea you had in your mind. He swept your hand away, intertwining your fingers together instead.

“Not now, baby.” Concern lathered his voice and the both of you looked up, watching your parents make their way back to the table you all were sharing.

Though Sebastian would stare with intent, you kept your eyes lowered, ashamed of the escapades that went on right under their noses.

"Oh honey, what's gotcha so wound up? You look like a tomato." Your mother, bright as always, ponders aloud, making you shift your eyes in her direction.

"It's really hot in here, Mom." You fan your hands at your face, Sebastian's shit-eating grin in your peripheral's.

"Well, maybe you should cool down with some desert! I'm sure a little ice cream and pie would help you out." She widely smiled, taking her former seat in front of you and signaling a waiter over. You were going to decline your mother's suggestion, but she looks so happy, and pie sounds just too good...

He stands from his seat, yea do you mind driving me home were right beside each other I just think Mom and Dad would like to have a little more time to themselves, Honey are you sure' No you say it no biggie I'm little tired and I'm sure Sebastian wouldn't mind,

bidding your parents goodbye and forcing you to do the same. You walk beside him through the restaurant, confused but nonetheless glad that you didn’t have to deal with the embarrassment of knowing what the both of you had done.

“What the hell was that? You frown as the two of you exit the restaurant, met with the humid air that engulfs your bodies tightly. Sebastian grabs your hand firmly, coyly pulling you into his hard,

“And I want a taste of that pussy, been craving it all night.”

[mistyyyy]

Top!M reader x bottom Sebastian

CW: Choking, rough sex, master kink, angry sex, makeshift leash, mouth fucking, slight spitting

WC:1773

Pet names: Slut, master.

“M-master, please!”

Today was a long, stressful day, and young master Ciel only added to your stress as he ran you back and forth in his large mansion while Sebastian stood there watching it all happen.

You understood that the young brat-i mean master would be pushing you to the limits because you were new, but that didn't make it any less frustrating when you were running up and down flights of stairs.

You knew Sebastian didn't have a say in what his boss had to say, but the way he smirked down at you as he was sharing tea with the master-it only made your mood worst than what it was.

You and Sebastian were close as he came by in town a few times, and always treated you to tea when he ran into you. That was until an accident happened and well, he didn't let you die to say the least.

Now here you were, working alongside your love interest in your new life, taking orders from a 17 boy with anger issues.

The young master was out with his wife Lady Elizabeth. He had waved his hand at Sebastian, a signal he didn't need his assistance during their date in the park.

That meant Sebastian was going to be home alone with you. The servants dealing with the problems they usually caused around the home.

Sebastian could read your body easily as you clean around the maid quarters. Your face didn't say much but the way your bright red eyes glared at the dust as you swept. You were pissed, to say the least.

"Maybe try controlling your-" Sebastian couldn't even push out the last word before the broom you were using was swiftly snapped in half and pointed directly towards his heart. "I don't want to hear shit from you of all people." Ah... were you channeling that anger towards me?

Sebastian's smooth lips rose in the slightest smirk, if you blinked you would've missed it. "Aww, still upset about earlier?" His gloved hand wrapped around the sharp piece of the wooden pole and brought it down.

You scoffed at his words. Upset was an understatement. "Is the brat that persistent to piss off his servants?? Poisoning him wouldn't even sum up what I'd do to him." Your grip was tight on the pole, so tight it snapped a second time.

"Dammit." You cursed underneath your breath as you picked up the broken broom, and threw broken parts in the trash can that rested underneath the nightstand.

Sebastian released a sigh at your clumsy antics and slipped off his gloves before placing them neatly on the vanity. "It seems like your anger is overriding your work. Do you need a distraction to come back into your senses?" His smile made his eyes disappear into crescent shapes.

His voice sounded close, making you turn around only to step back and fall onto the bed. That glint in his eyes told you all you needed. He needed this as well, huh?

You could tell he needed it as his hands trembled in front of his body. All that pent-up anger and frustration he had from Ciel made him feel bottled up and stressed. He needed it.

You tilted your head to get a good look at him, red eyes matching his, making you smirk widly. "Don't blame me if you get hurt, Sebastian. I'm still learning my strength." He scoffed from your cocky tone. "Don't be so bold, I can handle a newborn like yourself." You ungloved your hands, black nails grabbing onto his and pulling him down to the maid's bed.

"Don't underestimate me Seb," your smile was wide as you were quick to remove your blazer, throwing it onto the floor with his. "I could've rocked your world when I was human, imagine me now." He couldn't even respond to your tone as his legs were already bare, leaving him in his briefs.

You were fast, that made him worry.

"Is that so?" Sebastian tilted his head, watching you take off your tie and skillfully unbutton your shirt, revealing an impressive body underneath.

Your brown skin looked delectable as the natural sunlight hit your abs. Instead of just watching him watch you, you leaned down and took his soft lips in yours. He tasted like green tea and sugar.

Your lips moved in sync, tongue soon making its way into it. Sebastian wasn't even paying attention to your hands as they stripped him from his tie and white shirt, quickly making their way down to his briefs once he was done. "Off- get them off." You mumbled against the lust-filled kiss.

Sebastian didn't waste time in being gentle with his underwear as he simply ripped them off, letting them fall off the bed. "Oh fuck~" you groaned against his lips as you felt him rub his big hand against your bulging pants.

You pulled away from the kiss, a string of saliva falling between the two of you.

Pants now off, you stood up to your feet and stood in front of the Butler. He got the hint immediately and held your thick cock in his hand, holding it close to his lips before spitting on the tip.

Your hand was quick to slide into his black hair, gripping it tightly as his Fusha eyes looked up at yours, his tongue swirling around your tip before wrapping his soft lips around you. Your jaw slacked from the warm feeling, your other hand soon joining on his head as you wanted to feel more.

"Mm~ Sebastien~" his name slipped through your mouth as you took it upon yourself to ease your way down his throat. He gagged around you, his hands falling onto his lap near his throbbing cock.

He looked up at you with watering eyes, your hips never stopping as you fucked his mouth slow and deep, his tongue helping you out, but making him gurgle and gag in the process. It just felt so good when his throat tightened around you, fuck look at him.

You didn't want to cum like this, so you made sure that you were nice and wet before pulling out his mouth.

"What a good boy. Swallowing my cock so good like that, turn around for me Sebastian, I wanna feel you around my cock."

His face was a mess and his breath rigged from how deep you were. But he honestly couldn't care how much of a mess he looked, he just wanted to get fucked.

Sebastian places the pillow underneath his hips, his dick grinding against the pillow, the sensitivity sending visible shivers down his spine.

It was a shocker once you wrapped your discarded belt around his neck, pulling his head back and restricting his breath. Fuck, I'm gonna cum like this. His face was a bright red, but only spreading more as you pulled his hips up and circled his hole with your tip.

"You wouldn't mind if I just go in yeah? We're both feeling a bit impatient anyways." His eyes widened as he heard your voice near his ear, the feeling of the warmth hitting his ear making him clinch around nothing.

"Just Fuck me."

Your gripped tightened around his hip once you got the okay.

You pushed yourself in slowly, the warmth of his walls squeezing around you slowly made your body heat up. "M-mng!~" Sebastian could take the pain, but fuck it's been so long since he's had this treatment.

He stuffs his face in his arm, tears, and whimpers leaving his face as he got penetrated. "Tuh. Come on Sebby~ didn't I say not to underestimate me?" You asked before pulling the belt back, letting the demon release a choked noise. "We just started overall."

He could feel the smile you had on your face. Fuck, you're crazy. He always pulled in the crazy ones.

You rolled up the belt in your fists and reached up, placing your hand on his shoulder and pulling him back, a broken moan leaving his mouth as you push your hips forward while pulling him back on your dick.

He sucked you in like a magnet, his face that was once scrunched in discomfort, now embarrassingly relaxed. Jaw slacked, eyes rolled back, and brows pushed together as your cock bottomed out.

"Good boy." You praised in a soft voice, your hips pulling back and slamming back up. "Ah!~" Sebastian gripped the sheets tightly, his now sharp nails shredding the fabric under him.

Your body reacted quickly to his noises, wanting to hear more. "Shit, let's hear more of those noises~" you pulled your hips back and repeated the action, your grip loosening on the belt, letting his front fall against the bed, his cheek pressed against the mattress as you started fucking into him.

He squeezed around you perfectly.

"A-ah! Ff-shiit! __!" Your name slipped out his mouth it made you chuckle. "Look at you down there." You sucked in cold air as you leaned down, the new position having his toes hurtling and his body feeling like flames as your chest pressed against his hot back.

"Heh~" you grinned near his ear, your sharp nails digging into his hips as you started ramming into him, the bed creaking and slamming against the stone wall seem to grab the attention of the maids and servants outside the manner.

"What was that?..."Finnian asks as he stopped picking up the tray of broken china from the grass. "I don't know, but we need to hurry up!" Bard said, quickly throwing the porcelain in the garbage bag.

"When that little brat isn't here I'm your master, understood slut?" It didn't take him much convincing as he nodded dumbly.

"Yes, master!"

Sebastian reached up to the headboard, strong hands gripping it until it cracked under his hold. "Don't pull away from me. Take this cock just like how you said you could. Take it." You growled in his ear.

You slipped your gloves back on your hands, head turned to the window as you saw master Ciel and Lady Elizabeth coming out of the carriage. "Thanks for the help." You turned your head towards the butler that fixed his tie in the mirror, ignoring his stinging ass and obvious belt mark around his throat.

"Of course. Let's go attend to master Ciel."

He gave you a nod before turning on his heel and slightly limping off to the main hall.

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[sillyrabbit81]

Prompt Fairy here again :)

Your next challenge is one word.

That word is...

Cockblocked

Have fun!!

Anonymous asked:

It's the Prompt Fairy here again! Your next prompt is a fun one! "Disney marathon" Enjoy your challenge :)

Summary: Sy comes up with a way to get alone time with you.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader

Word Count: approx. 1.7k

Warnings: Dad!Sy, Husband!Sy, smut, p in v sex, titty fucking, oral sex (m receiving)

Authors Note: Ok Prompt Fairy, you had me stumped with Disney Marathon, but when you sent in cockblocked, it all fell into place! Thank you!

Thanks to @amberangel112 for beta reading and coming up with the awesome title.

Edited by me, there will be errors, its way past my bedtime, forgive me!

Masterlist

Honey, I Distracted the Kids

You could tell Sy was getting… frustrated. He had been back for three weeks and the only real alone time you had was two nights after he had come home when the kids were sent to your mums for the night. At four and two and a half (the half is important), the girls were a lot of work. Both no longer had day sleeps and usually one or both ended up sneaking in your bed at night.

Sy was torn, he loved the girls sleeping in your bed, loved the cuddles, loved that they remembered him, and they were able to pick their relationship up where they had left off. He was a great Dad, giving the girls the affection and attention they craved, making up for lost time. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t frustrated and between you and him, he didn’t call them “the girls” anymore.

They were the “cockblockers”.

At first the name was a joke, but the longer you and Sy went without sex, the more he said the name with frustration.

You understood his irritation because you felt it too. You missed him. Missed the hours alone, feeling his warm arms around you, missed those mornings where he would sit on the porch having a coffee and you could curl up on his lap and rest your head in his shoulder. You missed being intimate, you missed being able to shout his name or make the headboard hit the wall without the kids waking up or coming in to see what the noise was.

You were showering with your two year old as you did most mornings and when she was clean and had a play while you washed your hair, you noticed your leg hairs were looking a bit long. You sighed, you had put off shaving for a week, and you wanted to shave and look nice for Sy in one of those summer dresses he liked.

You stuck your head out the shower door and called to Sy. He came in and looked you up and down, sucking in his bottom lip and raising his eyebrows. You felt heat in your cheeks, damn him, after all these years he could still reduce you to a puddle with a look.

“What’s up, Sugar?” he asked.

“Daddy!” your daughter cried.

“Hey Pumpkin.”

Trying to sound unaffected by his look you said, “Can you take Bubs and dry her off? I wanna shave my legs.”

“Sure,” he said grabbing your daughter’s towel. He opened the door and called to her. “Come on little pumpkin.” Sy wrapped the towel around her and picked her up. His eyes raked you and he grinned wickedly before asking your daughter, “Do you think you’d like a baby brother or sister?”

“Yeah,” she shouted at the same time you yelled, “No!”

Chuckling, Sy took Pumpkin out, giving you one of attempted winks. You had to laugh and got started on your legs. You had almost finished when Sy came running into the bathroom locking the door behind him and stripping off like a mad man.

“Sy, what are you doing? Where are the kids?” You knew what he was doing, it was blatantly obvious and a turn on, but the second question was a legitimate one.

“I set ‘em up with a Disney marathon. Got ‘em popcorn and everythin’.” You bit your tongue, trying not to laugh at Sy as he struggled with his pants. The second he was naked he got in the shower and pulled you tight against him as he leaned on the tiled wall. “They’re watchin’ The Little Mermaid,” he started kissing your neck, “Got me thinkin’ about that crab dude.”

“Sebatian,” you moaned.

“Whatever,” Sy said, moving his kisses down your chest. “That song about kissing the girl… I thought I’d better do what the crab says.”

“Stop talking and fuck me, Sy,” you begged.

“Suck me off first,” Sy said. “I’ve missed your mouth on me.”

Cheekily you smirked at him, “Say please.”

“Now,” Sy growled. “Don’t keep me waitin’, Sweetheart.”

You slid down his body slowly, teasing him, enjoying the luxury of time. Sy groaned as you made your way to your knees and his cock slipped between your breasts. His hands pushed them together, enclosing him tightly between your soft mounds. “Stop there,” he said. “I wanna fuck your tits a minute.”

Biting your lip, you watched him as he started to rock his hips back and forth, his belly, flat but soft rippled as he moved. You put your hands on his thighs, fingers tickled by his soft furry hair, and you closed your eyes as you felt his granite like muscles flex under his skin.

“Eyes up, Sweet Pea,” Sy said with ragged breath. “I wanna look atcha.”

Slowly you raised your chin and met his eyes. You heard his chest rumble and a mouthed curse fell from his lips, swallowed by the sounds of the shower. He let your breasts go and gathered your hair in his fist. You knew what he wanted, and he didn’t have to ask. Holding the base of his cock you took him in your mouth.

“Fuck,” Sy grunted. His bows drew together, and his jaw clenched.

Suppressing a smile, you started to move your head up and down, your tongue dancing over his shaft as you went. You missed this, missed the feel of him in your mouth, missed the sounds he made. You took the time to let your tongue explore his length, reacquainting yourself with every veiny inch. You started to move your fist up and down in time with your mouth, while Sy started to guide your speed. You let your free hand slide up his chest and he found it and laced his fingers with yours.

“That feels so good, Sweetheart,” Sy grunted, encouragingly. Not that you needed it, watching him, and hearing him made you so aroused, you could feel your core clenching with need. “Come ‘ere,” he growled suddenly, pulling you upright. Cupping your cheeks he kissed you, his firm lips opening your mouth as his tongue demanded entry. You submitted, melting into his commanding kiss.

Swapping positions Sy pushed you against the tiles, no longer cold having been warmed by his body and he turned you around. “Arms against the wall, Darling,” he said. His voice was deep and hoarse, holding a hint of desperation that reminded you of the days when you first got together, when it was all new, when Sy couldn’t keep his hands off you, nor yours of him.

Sy tilted your hips back, causing your spine to curve. He bent over you, his body covered yours and he kissed your neck while sliding his cock over you. “You still get so wet for me,” he growled into your ear, biting down on your earlobe as he pushed himself inside you. You hissed at the intrusion, even as aroused as you were, it still hurt. But that pain was pleasure to you, the feeling of him filling every inch of your core made you moan, nothing else could make you feel whole.

Moving slowly at first, Sy let you get used to his size while his hands roamed your body and his lips sucked at your neck. As his pace increased so did his suction. “You’re going to give me a hickey,” you protested.

You heard Sy snarl in response, “I know. Every time someone sees it, they’ll know you’re fuckin’ mine. Oh fuck, the thought nearly makes me fuckin’ cum.” It wasn’t the first time he had said that, but every time he did it stirred a deep primal feeling within you. You love it when he claimed you when he owned you like that. You loved being his and you loved that he still wanted you to be.

Sy started fucking you harder, each thrust harsher than the last. His hand slid down your belly, until it rested between your legs. You started trembling as his fingers found your clit and started working you towards your peak. Between his grunting breath, his cock pounding into you with relentlessness, his dancing fingers and his teeth nipping at your shoulder it didn’t take long before your legs felt like they were going to give way. Sy wrapped his free arm across your chest, holding you tight to him as he encouraged you. “That’s it Darlin’, cum for me. I wanna feel your pussy squeeze me.”

When you felt your body pulse and the waves of bliss rolled over you, you couldn’t stop the shout that tumbled from your lips. You forgot everything in that moment, the whole world disappeared, every worry, every to do list, every stress just melted away. Sy didn’t stop pumping, he cradled your wilting body as he kissed your cheeks and his teeth scraped at your jaw. He followed you over the edge quickly, his arms clutching you tightly as every muscles in his body tensed and he smothered his shout in your neck.

You were both quiet, slowly regaining your breath and senses. The sound of the shower and the fan in the ceiling, suddenly felt so loud. Sy turned you around, holding you to his chest, your ear picking up his heartbeat and you listened as it’s sedate rhythm slowly returned. “I love you,” you whispered.

Sy chuckled and lifted your chin with his fingers. He kissed your nose before looking at your face, appearing to study it. His fingers traced lines down your nose and over your lips. He took a deep breath through his nose before he sighed, “I love you too, Darlin’.”

Standing there in each other’s arms, you cherished a few more quiet moments before you both broke apart. You turned off the shower and Sy handed you your towel. Sy checked his watch, gave a little smirk and started to dry off.

“What’s that about?” you asked, pointing to his watch.

“We still have thirty-four minutes until the movie is over,” Sy said.

“Wait, did you set a timer?”

“Yeah,” Sy said, giving me a look. “I wasn’t going to risk getting interrupted by our little cockblockers.”

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[harley-sunday]

Hello?

Summary: You walk in on your boyfriend who’s doing, well, you’re not sure exactly what.

Pairing: Sebatian Stan x reader [F]

Warnings: Language. Smut. Blowjob. 

Word count: 1.6k

AN: I’m sure by now you’ve seen Sebastian’s video on IGTV, I know I did. Multiple times *insert heart-eyes emoji*.  Anyway, my mind wandered and then this happened and yeah, enjoy :) ♥

You overestimated yourself, you know you did, but you’re too stubborn to admit defeat and so here you are, schlepping three grocery bags, two pizza boxes, and a Christmas tree up the six flights of stairs needed to get to your apartment. The bottle of wine on the bottom of one of the bags keeps hitting your thigh at regular intervals and does nothing to help your balance. One more, you think to yourself when you round the landing in between the second and third floor, all while quietly cursing yourself for forgetting about the scheduled elevator maintenance today. 

The plastic of the grocery bags has started to dig into your skin and you’re sure it’s going to leave a mark, but then you finally make it to your floor, a little out of breath and a lot frustrated. You set the Christmas tree down, letting it lean against the doorframe for support, and use your free hand to fish around your pocket for your keys. It’s then you hear the faint sound of music drifting out of your apartment, a song you don’t think you recognize, although that could be because there’s no music, just singing.

You wedge the pizza boxes between yourself and the wall while you try to get the key into the lock without being able to see what you’re doing, using your finger for guidance instead. When you finally get it in and unlock the door, you use your foot to push it open so you can pick up the Christmas tree again and make your way inside, still refusing to make two trips. You’re about to call out for some help but the scene in front of you makes you stop dead in your tracks, a quiet, “Jesus Christ,” escaping you. 

He turns around at the sound of your voice, looking rather bewildered and a little ashamed. Scrambling to get up he clears his throat and runs a hand through his hair before he says, “Hey, babe,” as if nothing happened.

You’re at a momentary loss for words and so you just stare at him, the grocery bags, pizzas, and Christmas tree still in your hands temporarily forgotten. It’s then you spot his phone, propped up against the garbage can, his camera app now only recording his feet. You look back at him then, “I- What?”  Shaking your head you let your eyes travel around the kitchen the half empty bottle of wine on the counter sort of helping to explain what is going on, but also not really. You can feel your hand start to tremble from the weight of everthing you’re still holding and so you turn around and gently slide the pizza boxes onto  the counter before you set the grocery bags down on the floor. The Christmas tree gets to lean against the fridge while you unzip your jacket and shrug it off, hanging it on the coat rack in the hall. 

“I can explain,” he tries, hands now resting on his hips after he’s tugged his sweater down. He reaches down then and grabs his phone off the floor, tapping the screen to end the recording.

“Uhu,” you draw out. “To me though,” you say with a nod to his phone, “it looks like you were lying on the floor, giving a very heartfelt rendition of Lionel Richie’s ‘Hello’.” There’s a hint of colour showing up on his cheeks and it’s so endearing you struggle to keep a straight face, “Bit pitchy though, babe, have to admit.”

“That’s a little harsh,” he says, doing his best to look offended but failing because you both know it’s the truth. 

“Is it, though?” You tease with a tilt of your head while making a face.

“Yeah,” he nods, holding his hand up to you, thumb and index finger only slightly apart, “little bit.” 

“Aw,” you pout for extra effect, “want me to make it up to you?”

“I feel like you should, yeah,” he says, dropping his hand and beckoning you over with a nod.

You walk towards him, a teasing smile on your lips as your fingers find the fabric of his sweater and tug at it, pulling him closer. Standing up on your toes, you let your eyes fall to his mouth but you decide to tease him a little more and so you move your lips to his jawline, pressing soft kisses to his skin wherever you go. One hand slides under his sweater then, fingers splayed out against his abs as your mouth finds his again and you kiss him for real.

He opens his mouth almost instantly and sucks on your bottom lip, his hands in your hair to keep you where he wants you. He’s kissing you hard and when he runs his tongue between your lips you part them eagerly, your teeth clicking against his when he pulls you closer, and you can feel yourself getting wet. 

Your tongue finds his then and you swirl yours around it, tasting a hint of red wine that’s not entirely unpleasant. Your hands, meanwhile, have other plans and are tugging at the hem of his jeans. It doesn’t take long before you’ve unbuttoned them and when you do, you pull back a little, your lips barely touching his, just as you slide one of your hands down his jeans and cup him over his boxers.

“Fuck,” he pants, gently dragging his teeth over your lower lip before he presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth. His tongue runs along your jawline before he nips at the pulse points just below your ear, licking and biting and sucking and God, does it feel good. His hands have left your hair, one cupping your breast instead, the other on your hip to keep you both steady. 

You tilt your head to the side to give him better access while you gently squeeze his balls, relishing the way a shiver runs through him in response. 

The hand that was on your hip disappears and you moan at the loss of contact, but you feel it slide into his jeans not much later, cupping your hand with his so that when he curls his fingers yours do too and it might be the hottest thing he’s ever done. He rolls his hips then and you feel him grow even harder in your hand, a quiet groan escaping him when you push your hand against him even more. 

Taking advantage of the moment you pull back your hand and gently push him against the wall before you drop to your knees. When you’ve unzipped his jeans you push them down, involuntarily licking your lips when you see the outline of his cock straining against the fabric of his boxers, a bit of precum staining the material. Looking up at him you find him staring back at you through hooded eyes and it makes you even wetter. You ghost your fingers over his cock, teasing him then by gently blowing against the fabric.

“You tryin’ to kill me?” he says through gritted teeth before he takes matters into his own hands and pushes his boxers down.

“Trying to apologize,” you purr, wrapping your hand around his cock. You run your tongue across the tip, while your hand twists up and down his shaft and it isn’t long before he’s completely hard.

His hands are in your hair then, letting you know that he needs you to take him even though he doesn’t push you onto him.

Opening your mouth a little further you let your jaw muscles relax while you flatten your tongue and lean forward, sliding down on him. One hand moves to his hip, the other cupping his balls as you suck him, taking him deep into your mouth. You let your tongue do the work and so it’s a little sloppy but you know that’s how he likes it. 

It doesn’t take long for him to curl his fingers into your hair even more, his ragged breaths telling you he’s close. 

You hold still against his hands, only the tip of him in your mouth now, and look up at him, the hand that’s on his hip giving it a little squeeze to let him know he’s in control now. 

His eyes fly open and he looks down at you, his pupils blown wide with lust, a question in them that you answer with a slight nod. “I love you,” he breathes, before he starts thrusting his hips, slow at first, gentle almost, until he’s sure you can take him and then he starts fucking your mouth in earnest. 

He deep throats you a few times, your gag reflex making your throat clench around him, but then suddenly he stills in your mouth and so you hollow your cheeks, creating more friction for him. His movements become more erratic and he lets out a loud groan then, shooting his cum down your throat on his final thrust.

You swallow most of it, the excess dripping down your chin until he pulls back and you wipe it away with the sleeve of your sweater. You feel his fingers under your chin and when he tilts your head upwards you look at him with a sly smile, “Still think you were a bit pitchy, babe.” 

He shakes his head but grins, “I was going to return the favour,” he tucks his now soft cock back into his boxers and pulls up his jeans, “but I think you have some more apologizing to do.” 

“Yeah,” you reply, cupping him over his jeans again, “that’s going to have to wait until after I put away the groceries and you finish whatever the hell it was you were doing earlier, though.” 

Leaning in he gives you a kiss, letting his lips rest against yours when he says, “You’re a tease, you know that?”

“You love me,” you tease and give him a kiss.

He sighs, “I really, really do.” 

[gyll-yee-haw]

Lost on you

Reader x Sebastian Stan / Reader x Jake Gyllenhaal smut/angst

Hey, guess who’s back! (Hope y’all won’t hate me for this...) Buuut I had this idea and I really liked how it turned out, so I decided to share!

Prompt: You’re Jake’s girl, but you’re slowly falling in love with your co-star Sebastian. ALSO: this was inspired by “Lost on you” by Lewis Capaldi! Warnings: Little mention of age gap, smut in the end, but mentions of it in other parts too... and maybe a little sadness? Maybe a lot... Like 5k words... hope from the bottom of my heart that you like it, I’m kinda anxious lol

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Everyday I'm a slave to the heartache And you're wasting away every night I don't wanna leave you lonely But I've run out of love this time You know that I adore you Though I couldn't give enough Hope you'll be safe in the arms of another 'Cause I can't take the weight of your love

We said goodbye with a cold kiss. He said "good luck", but he didn't say "I love you". His mistake was assuming that I knew he did. Now I was in a taxi in L.A. and Jake was in our apartment in New York. The taxi stopped in front of the studio and I took a deep breath. I always got so nervous before starting a new project. Now I was about to meet the cast for the new movie I'm starring. It was a romcom, shouldn't take too long to finish, and soon I'd be able to go back to New York and start working on another project... but not professional this time. Jake and I have been together for four years. Three wonderful ones. But the last one was based on fights and the two of us getting more and more distant. But God only knows how hard I fought to be with that man, and I'm not going to give up on him like that. That's why the plan is to be away for a while, shooting this movie until we miss each other so much and realise we're acting stupid... and the moment I step in New York again, we're going to make this work. We have to make this work. "Y/N!" I heard the director walking in my direction. "I'm happy you're here. How was your flight?" "Hi, nice to see you gain, Susan." I greeted the woman I had worked with a few times with a hug. "The flight was okay, I even had time to leave my bags at the hotel before coming." We had a nice conversation, but nothing really important was said. After a few minutes, she took me to meet the set and the part of the crew that was already there. Then she left me there talking to them and excused herself to go meet the ones who were still arriving. I was still a bit tired because of the travel, so I wasn't paying much attention to what was happening around me. Suddenly, I feel someone touch my arm and I turn around, imagining it was Susan. But no, it was another familiar face. "Hey." The man smiled at me and offered a polite, but kinda awkward hug, since he caught me off guard. "Susan told me you were already here. I believe we were on the same plane from New York, but I got stuck on the traffic..." "Oh... Yeah, L.A..." I rolled my eyes and smiled back at him. "Sorry, I didn't see you on the plane, we could have met before. I'm Y/N, by the way..." "Yes, I know your work, it's a pleasure to be able to work with you now." He said. "I'm Sebastian." "I know that too." I left out a little laugh. "I'm a huge Marvel nerd. I also loved your performance in I, Tonya, the Oscars really slept on you..." He got all flushed and left out a word you couldn't really understand. "What?" I mocked him. "You gotta learn how to take a compliment." He raised his eyebrows at me, but before he could say anything, Susan interrupted everyone's conversations by asking if we were ready to start. In the movie, Sebastian and I were best friends slowly falling in love. The classic: my character had a finacé, played by Richard Madden in this movie, and Sebatian's was running out of time to make mine change her mind about the wedding... that same movie we've seen a million times, but always makes us cry, even though we all know how it ends. The last scene we had to shoot today included a big kiss scene between Richard and I. I definitely wasn't mentally prepared for this on the very first day, but it was my job. "Alright, this is the last one, before we all can go home." Susan sat back on her chair and announced as Richard and I were trying to concentrate. "Ready, guys?" I gave her a quick nod. I looked beside her and saw Sebastian paying close attention to the scene as well. "Okay, then, action!" I turned to face Richard and we started to say our lines. It was all flowing perfectly, we were absolutely focused on what we were doing. When the time came, he looked me deep in the eyes and wrapped his arms around my waist, bringing me close, and brought his hand to my face, caressing my cheek a few times before we both closed our eyes and started to kiss each other hungrily. I'm not sure how long it lasted. But only when I heard Susan scream "cut" for the second time I realised I lost control a little bit... I mean... when was the last time Jake had kissed me like that? I was so needy, and all I got these days were cold, emotionless kisses. "Sorry, was that a bit too much?" I whispered to Richard, a little embarassed. "No, don't worry." He laughed. "It has to look real, right?" I nodded and gave him a smile before walked towards Susan, in desperate need to be excused. "I'm so excited." She announced before I could say anything. "Everyone did a great job today, I feel like this movie will be so beautiful..." She didn't even look at me and walked away to check the cameras after that last scenes. I was left alone with Sebastian. "That was really convincing." He said, noticing there was something bothering me. "Thanks..." I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. "But I... I don't think so, it was just... you know?" "Are you okay?" He asked. "I'm telling you, you did a great job, don't worry about it." I looked him in the eyes and saw that he was being honest. He was really worried about me. But he had no idea of the kind of problem I was dealing with, and it had nothing to do with my acting. "Thank you." I looked at the floor. I needed love and reassurance so bad that the fact that Sebastian was that nice to me almost made me cry. --- Back to my hotel, I kept walking in circles with my phone in my hands. I should call Jake and let him know I got here safely. But, at the same time, part of me was telling myself "You left several hours ago and didn't get a single text from him asking if you were okay". But you know what? I would feel a lot worse if I got a lovely text from my boyfriend after kissing my co-star like he was the love of my life. I just need to hear his voice... A little wave of courage hit me and I called him before it could disapper. "Y/N?" He replied quickly. Maybe he was waiting for me to call? That thought brought a smile to my face. "Hey." I said, trying to control myself to not sound like a fan meeting their idol, even though that's how it felt. "Just wanted to let you know I'm fine. I'm in my hotel... we already shot a few stuff..." "It's great to hear from you." He said in a sweet voice and I melted. "How is the cast like?" We spent half an hour talking about my day and it filled my heart with hope. He also told me about his play, that would debut in Brodway in a few months. I was excited for him as well. "Alright..." I said, a bit sad. "Listen, I gotta go now... it's getting late and we'll shoot really early tomorrow." "Okay. Call me again when you can." He told me. "Goodnight!" "Goodnight!" I replied. "I love y-" Before I could finish the phrase, he wasn't there anymore. I tried to convince myself that I shouldn't let that last minute ruin the good conversation we had... but would it hurt to tell me he loves me?

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I was waiting for my taxi in front of the hotel, when I heard someone talking to me. "Come here often?" The man said. I was ready to turn around and kick him in the balls, when I realised it was Sebastian. We both laughed. "Be careful how you approach me. I'm warning you." I tried to sound serious. "You gave me one look and my life flashed before my eyes." He told me. "Trust me, I won't do it again." "Good." I smiled triumphantly. "But, answering your question... Yeah, I'm staying here." "In this hotel?" He looked at me confused. "Me too. How were we on the same plane and now at the same hotel and we never see each other? Are you some kind of spy?" "You just suck at following me." I shrugged. "But, luckily, always end up at the same place, right?" "Luckily?" "You gotta learn how to take a compliment." He repeated my phrase from the day before. "I-" I felt my cheeks burning. Alright, that looked like a fun game to play. "Well, you gotta learn how to compliment me first. That hardly counted as one." "Why are you blushing then?" He smirked. "I hope you know that I have a boyfriend." I decided to cut him before things went too far. "Of course, you're always on the news." He replied with the same smile on his face he had before. He wasn't being serious at all, and that relaxed me. "He's one of the greatests actors I've ever seen, by the way." It was true, Jake and I were always on the news. But not usually for good reasons. We met about 10 years ago and I fell in love straight away. The problem is that we have a (kinda big) age gap... and he obviously didn't take me serious 10 years ago, when I was barely 18. But I've been obsessed with that man all those years. Until 4 years ago, when we were cast on the same movie, I finally showed him I am a big girl and I know what I want. The problem is that the media just doesn't understand that and they just keep making up the most disgusting theories about our relationship. They know nothing about us. Sebastian and I shared the taxi to the studio, and decided it would be a nice thing to do everyday, since we were going to the same place, anyway. And so we did. Day after day we started to grow very close as friends. And we continued that stupid joke, flirting with each other every chance we got. But one day, I noticed Seb was a little different during our ride to the studio. A bit quiet, didn't really reply to my flirts. I thought he was just not in the mood that day, and I should respect that. I wasn't given the script for that day's scene until I got to the studio. Then I sat there to read and Richard sat beside me. "Are you ready?" He smirked. "For..?" I asked, still focused on the pages in my hands. "You'll record a sex scene with Sebastian today." He replied calmly, but it felt like a punch in the stomach. So is that why he was so weird? Was he nervous? "No big deal, we're professionals." I didn't know if I was trying to fool him or myself. Sebastian was such a good friend during these hard times... some nights I tried to call Jake and he didn't reply or was too cold on the phone, and I knew I could simply knock on Seb's door, or somedays it felt like he could read my mind, and he would knock on mine first, so we both went to the hotel's bar or just sat in each other's bedroom and talked for hours. Laughed for hours. He told me everything about his childhood, moving from country to country, and I, after drinking a little too much, told him all about my situation with Jake. God, he was so good for me. And I didn't want things to get weird like they got when I kissed Richard... without Seb, I would have gone crazy alone in this city. I felt like my heart was going to explode as I watched the crew prepare the scene. Seb was standing beside the couch of the fake living room as Susan explained to him how things would work. He looked as nervous as me and I hated it. "Y/N?" Susan called. "Can we start now?" I stood up like I was going to a funeral. I just hoped it wasn't our friendship's funeral. After hearing a few instructions as well, I sat down beside Seb and gave him a little smile, and he gave me a even weaker one in return. Sebastian's hand landed on my thigh and he added preassure very slow and gently. My eyes were on his fingers until he moved his body a little closer to mine on the couch. Then my eyes met his blue ones, deeper than I've ever seen them before. "You should be with someone who never makes you feel alone." He whispered as his lips got closer to mine. "Not even when he's not around." Maybe my head was really fucked up, but he didn't seem to be talking about our characters. I threw my arms around his neck and pulled him closer, so I felt Seb's lips on mine for the first time... and I swear, it tasted like heaven when his tongue rolled agaisnt mine. His hands went to my skirt, bringing it up a bit, then worked on unzipping his pants. For a moment, I forgot his underwear wasn't coming off too. But that was only when I felt him grinding against me, and he was so deliciously hard that we both moaned at the same time. That would look as realistic as if he had actually entered me on the movie... cause that's why we are doing this for, anyway... When the director said "cut", Sebastian lips were on my neck and I heard him mutter the most frustrated "fuck" ever. I was so wet that I was terrified that I would leave a mark on the couch for everyone to see how extremely much I needed Seb. The whole studio was dead silent. I wanted to vanish in the air. Took Sebastian a moment to get away from me. The atmosphere was terrible, everyone was uncomfortable. But maybe it was just the way I was feeling and, in my imagination, everyone felt the same. --- I didn't even look Seb in the eyes until the next morning, in the taxi. I thanked God he was such a good actor... we both simply pretended none of that happened, no word about that was spoken. Maybe I was overreacting and nothing really happened to our friendship. --- The weeks seemed to fly and we finished shooting. Next step was doing a bunch of interviews to promote the movie. I don't remember having all that fun in a while... all Seb and I did was joke around and run away from the questions during the interviews. The critics loved the movie and there were entire essays about our sex scene online. People just couldn't believe two actors had all that chemistry. Well... we were a great team, me and him. That's all. We just had to ignore the fans shipping us and ignoring the fact that I had a boyfriend. When it was finally time to go back to New York, I thought I would be a lot happier than I actually was. I had a great time and didn't want it to end so soon... everything was so tense back at home... "At least Seb and I live in the same city." As soon as that idea crossed my mind, I felt absolutely terrible. I was actually sad about going back to my man, and what made me feel better was that I'd have Seb to come back to when I needed? It wasn't fair. Not for me. Not for Jake. Not for Sebastian. That's why I had to solve this situation as soon as I got home. --- But I only knew how fucked up I was on the moment I opened the door at our house. Jake was there and he smiled at me.   And I had no idea what I wanted anymore. Half of me was so happy because he was there. Half of me wished he wasn't and I had an excuse to walk away. His hug wasn't as cold as I expected, but it was far from being as warm as I needed. We went to the bedroom kissing each other and bumping into everything that was on the way. But when he laid on top of me, I didn't see the same fire in his eyes. Neither did I feel it between my legs. And it didn't matter at all how big he was, when he entered me I felt so empty. At heart. We were completely out of love and both of us knew that. He fucked me so hard, like he was trying to feel something that wasn't there anymore. --- Seb tried to contact me several times, but I kept ignoring him. And God only knows it hurted me more than him. But I didn't want to give up on Jake. Even though the situation was getting worse everyday. Now I was sitting in our bedroom, doing my make up to go watch the first night of Jake's play on Broadway. Preparing myself to act like we were in love in front of the cameras. --- When we finally got rid of all the empty questions and the flashes, Jake took me backstage, where he received a few special guests. Tom Hiddleston was there. Maggie too. I spotted a few other familiar faces, until a special one made you freeze. "What are you doing here?" I walked til where Sebastian were. "Hi. It's nice to see you again too." He said seriously. "Well, Jake invited me. Didn't he tell you he's producing a movie I'll be in?" "He doesn't tell me much." I shrugged. The play had started. All the guests went somewhere else to watch it, but I stood there in the backstage with Seb. "Why did you disappear like that?" He asked as soon as we were alone. "Because I wanted this to work. Me and him." I admitted. "And what does it have to do with me?" He said angrily. "I never did absolutely anything to tear you two apart. I accepted your choice from the start." "There's no choice, Sebastian." I defended myself. "Of course there is." He rolled his eyes. "You chose to keep things the way they are because you're scared of changes. You think it's comfortable to stay in a place that doesn't make you happy, because it once did, and if you move on, you may break your heart again." "Why do you think you know me so well?" I was shocked at how he just threw all the truth I was hiding right on my face. "Because we spent months opening up to each other. Every single night. I don't know about you, but I told you things nobody else ever knew about me." He admitted. "And I have no idea why I trusted you so easily, but I surely wasn't ready for you to just walk out of my life like that." "Seb..." I felt tears starting to come. "I'm so in love with you,Y/N." As soon as those words left his lips, a bunch of people started to appear out of nowhere and fill the backstage. I realised the play was over. I spotted Jake coming in my direction and quickly dried my eyes. --- It was a big night. I tried my best to be proud of Jake, but I couldn't focus on that. That made me feel so selfish... I just couldn't be here to support him anymore, so what am I even doing here? Jake was laying in bed, but I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep. I sat beside him and told him: "We need to talk." "We do." He agreed. "We probably should have done this before, right?" "Since you stopped telling me you love me." I felt the tears coming back. "Hey." He sat back and used his finger to wipe my tears away. "You know I'll always love you. Just... not like this anymore. I thought we should give it another try, but..." "I'll always love you too." I gave him a little sad smile. "I'm so happy for the times we had." He added. "But we don't wanna ruin it waiting for someone to cheat or be unhappy forever." "Jake... I think I'm in love with someone else." I admitted. Both for him and for myself for the first time. "It's not that hard to tell." He chuckled. "I saw the interviews. I've met someone too. I'm not sure if it's love. But I know that you and Sebastian..." "I swear we never, ever, had anything before this conversation." I interrupted him. "And I don't think I will now. He's really hurt." "Go after him." He encouraged me, making my heart stop for a moment. "What?" --- It was cold in New York. Nearly 1am and I absolutely couldn't believe I was sitting in my car, parked in an empty street. I grabbed my phone and didn't think twice. "Hello?" Sebastian answered and I knew there was no turning back now. "Seb?" I took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, did I wake you up?" "No, it's fine, I couldn't sleep..." He sighed. "Listen, Y/N, I'm so sorry about the way I spoke to you earlier, you owe me absolutely nothing and I..." "I was stupid and ended up making the three of us suffer." I cut him. "But now I'm in front of your house, and if you don't forgive me, I have nowhere to spend the night." "Wait..." He said, confused. "You're in front of my house?" None of us said another word. When I saw the front door open, I got out of my car and we looked at each other for a moment. Suddently, I wasn't thinking anymore. I ran to his arms and he pulled me inside the house, closing the door behind us. His lips were pressed against mine and his hands were absolutely all over me. And, God, it was better than before, because now it was us. Just us. And we didn't have to stop anymore. He guided me towards the living room and sat down on the couch, pulling me with him, so I fell on his lap. Without breaking the kiss for a second, I adjusted, keeping one leg on each side of him. His hands went straight to my ass, squeezing it hard. My hands went to his abdomen and he helped me remove his shirt. I didn't even wait for him to do the same with mine. His eyes landed on my breasts as my bra fell on his lap. He grabbed my waist and broght me closer to him, burying his face and my chest and spreading open mouthed kisses on my breasts. I began to moan and grind my hips against his lap, feeling him getting hard under me. I remembered the last time I felt this and how frustrating it was... "Y/N..." He called. "Please, don't stop." I begged. "I just have to be sure you really want this." He smirked. "But I don't think I have to ask, do I?" I shook my head and helped him remove my pants, quickly sitting on his lap again. His fingers slowly trailed my underwear, until he decided to slide them inside it, caressing my folds very gently. "But what if I want to hear it?" He teased. "Do you think it's that easy? You ignore me for weeks, but then you just knock on my door and I give you what you want?" He slid one finger inside me and I left another moan escape. "Look at how wet you are." He slid another finger in, but didn't move. "If you were my girl, I'd do something about it... but you know very well I don't play with what is not mine." "Seb... please..." I tried to move my hips, but he hold my waist with the other hand so strongly, I would see a mark there tomorrow. "Fuck... if you were my girl, I'd treat you right." He removed his fingers from me and used them to pull down his pants and palm his hard cock over his underwear. "I'll be your girl. I came here to be your girl. Your good girl." I promised, feeling my mouth water just from seeing how big he looked. "I've been yours, and only yours, since the day we kissed for the first time, I know you felt that too..." "You have no idea how long I waited to hear that." He told me, returning his hands to my underwear, to take it off and throw it somewhere else in the room. "And you have no idea how long I waited to tell you that." I bit my lip as I watched him pull his underwear down, and seeing his hard cock already leaking. The look on his eyes gave me the permission I needed before his lips could. I raised my hips and he pulled me close and entered me, guiding my hips up and down with no time to adjust, cause we needed each other that much. I always imagined Seb as a gentle lover, but right now we just needed to fuck. Hard. Fast. Loud. We just had to let all our frustrations out. I came first, falling on his chest, seeing stars. He slowed down his pace a little, but didn't stop until he came inside me. And none of us really cared about that at the moment. I was there, laying on his chest while he ran his fingers through my spine in silence. And that was the first time in months I felt completety in peace. "Do you mean what you said?" He asked calmly. "Every single word." I smiled and snuggled closer to him.

Lately I'm getting lost on you You got me doing things I never thought I'd do Never spent so long on a losing battle But lately giving up don't seem to matter

[smorgasbordofobsessions]

shoutouts...

sorry this is late it just took a while to compile it’s been SUCH a great two months!! i’ve enjoyed myself so much with kuro/bb and i’m honestly sad to say goodbye to a series that i love. these are the blogs that i followed during my two months, and they’re all great! i’ve seen so much from them all, and the talent in this fandom is truly unreal!!

i’ll sort them by category, and list their last update if it’s a dead blog:

ART/GIFS:

@peonacotton​ : truly a doll and their artwork is sooo good! glad they’re a part of the fandom!

@silvercrystal​ : their gifs are beautiful and i have been know to reblog them right after posting haha

@l-amour-du-ciel​ : beautiful, beautiful art

@yilanoff​ : the realism!!! stunning work across the board. i highly encourage you to check out their work and shop

@blackbutlerfanzine​ : a nonship fanzine that shipped out earlier this year; from the link provided on their blog, it is not possible to buy this anymore; last updated 2months ago

@earlgreyandco​ : art, edits, shitposts; their sebagni art is cute!

@thotseb : into bottom!seb and more shitposts? here you go haha; more sebagni too!

@stale--baguette : AMAZING COLORINGS!! i’m super into the pastel

@smilexblack : cosplayers! and their art is cute, too

@qtpiecaps : screencaps! these are the ones i used myself

@meannalee​ : ah so good! i especially like their fanart of mey rin.

@digdig0319 : i really like their style!

@sebastian--art : love their style and their lighting choices are really great

FANFIC:

@chromehoplite​ : everything they write you need to read

@a-smutty-wuss​ : nsfw blog that posts other content besides kuro but it’s mainly kuro

@lushcorp​ : more aesthetic than shippy but it fits here

@rabiid-bunny : their cyoa fic was quality!!!

@amanitus : their fic “prepositions” is just... i would buy this. their writing is stunning, and the back and forth between sebatian and ciel is something yana needs to take notes on

@teasmudge : ooohhhh boy oh boy the smut is real nice

@ladyvexll : nsfr for a great reason

AESTHETIC:

@demxnicfiend​ : not a lot of kuro, but the vibe for sebastian is on point

@ggreyearl​ : love the theme for this blog

@noirserviteur : theme and content are on point

GENERAL/MISCELLANEOUS:

@todaysreapers​ : posts about the daily life of reapers

@kurolizzie​ : “all about lizzie!”

@heartciel​ : a regular blog that has some kuro

@kuroconcepts​ : a kuro meme blog haha

@ociel-namesuggestions​ : what it says on the tin

@abybweisse​ : the meta is great

@abybweissekuromother3​ : same person but the blog for their major meta theory

@akuma-hoshi​ : multifandom but has a lot of kuro

@funtomrabbits​ : has asks and theories about the series; i like the theme of this blog

@just-sebaciel-things​ : what it says on the tin

@phantombrothers : general kuro blog

@crunchy-snowflake : this blog makes me so happy because soma IS best boy

@kuroshitsuji-effervescence : general blog for kuro

[vitiatasxinficit]

Rough

@audentesfortunaiuvat

“Cas!!!!” 

It was like a power trip. To see Sebastian so strung out for him. Twisted fists in the sheets, teeth sinking into the pillows. But he was trying to be quiet. 

Oh Heavens no, no they couldn’t have that. 

Pulling on Sebastian’s hair he’s forced to release the pillow and oh god the sounds. Each time Castiel’s hips snapped forward a brutal pace, Sebastian couldn’t help but moan, often cut off by the hot spike of pleasure crawling under his skin and because Castiel wasn’t giving him enough time to recover. He was a wreck. Some where between Sebastian’s first orgasm, and the third, he’d absolutely broken down. 

Castiel’s fingers wrapped around his throat with Sebastian on his back, hand wrapped around his cock and watched Sebastian fall apart into a shiver stuttering mess not quite able to form complete sentences. 

       “I cant,” he wheezed, pulling on the bed as if he could escape but the growl from behind him said very clearly wasn’t going anywhere. “C-cas you can’t keep g-going! I can’t--” 

The high pitched noise the demon made, akin to a goddamn mewl tipped Castiel over the edge. 

His teeth sank into that sensitive patch of skin behind Sebastian’s ear where he whispered. “What’s wrong Sebastian? Hm? You’re shaking so bad, come on tell me what’s wrong,” he cooed. 

What he got back made his hips stall and Castiel bite into Sebastian’s shoulder blade. 

       “I can’t stop,” he wheezed, “Fuck I..you gotta, I can’t, I can’t come anymore Cas, I d-don’t have nothing l-left but I can’t s-stop coming you g-gotta stop or I’ll g-go mad.” The bell was jingling madly, every thrust there was a jingle and it tinkled for hours. 

As if egged on by his words, Castiel’s lips twitched into a grin as he leaned back and brought Sebastian with him. He spread his lets just a tad bit wider and it took a moment before Sebasitan could understand he wasn’t about to be freed. 

The first thrust in this new position made Castiel bottom out entire, and wrenched a scream from the knight. 

By the time Castiel was whispering in Sebastian ear about how much he was going to fill him up, until he was dripping wet and just a damn mess, he’d finished. Hell he’d pinned Sebatian down and grace like electricity crackled along his hands and feet, and yanked one more orgasm of Sebastian himself. 

When he finally pulls out, allows Sebastian a few minutes to calm down it’s a bit of aftercare. The knight whimpers at the loss and groans when he sinks down into the mattress, twitching with aftershocks. 

      “So....” Castiel asks, pulling on a pair of underwear. “Pancakes?” 

[elliotlikespuke]

Hello, hello! After some not-so-gentle encouragement from Crybaby over at @tossing-cookies, I have finally started my own sickfic blog! You can call me Cupcake, if you want to talk to me at all. This work features the patron saint of this blog, Ciel Phantomhive. 

Warning: graphic depictions of vomit under the cut.

     Ciel had always found train travel boring, ever since he was a kid, and him and his parents would take the train wherever Vincent’s work took them. As soon as he had learned to read, Ciel learned that reading on trains would not resolve boredom so much as completely obliterate any hope of having a peaceful travel day. Trying to focus on tiny printed words while the countryside whipped past the window of the carriage left him with a splitting headache and the sensation of liquid rising in his throat. And so, on every train journey, he would sit and watch the scenery, occasionally speaking to Sebastian about whatever they were headed to solve.

     It was usually simple to avoid reading on the train. Usually, but not today. After his last case he had let a multitude of important files containing important paperwork slip through his fingers, leading to more paperwork, and of course, a pounding headache to match the rhythm of the train.

     Sebastian had expressed his displeasure at the thought of Ciel reading in a moving train, but Ciel silenced him with, ‘‘Hush, you. I’m not a child.’’ Sebastian had scoffed, but resigned to watch him complete his work with mild interest and dread, the way one might watch a fire while knowing it will certainly spark into an inferno. The way one follows a derailed train until it hits a building, or a tree, or careens off a cliff.

     The words swam before Ciel’s eyes as he attempted to read yet another report on revenue. It was undoubtedly important, but Ciel’s priorities were elsewhere. He wanted nothing more than to remove his eyepatch for something more comfortable, knowing full well it would do nothing to relieve the pain but feeling comforted by the idea nonetheless. With the next few pages, the pressure behind his eyes grew somewhat unbearable, and he was surprised they weren’t bleeding. He pushed the heels of his palms into his eyes and groaned quietly.

     Sebastian looked up and smirked, but said nothing. The damned dirty demon enjoyed this very much.  

     The next page, which Ciel signed his name to without so much as reading, left a cold, metallic feeling in the back of his throat, as though he had swallowed a coin. The cold feeling was entirely unwelcome, as was the headache, and the excessive saliva production his mouth was currently being subjected to.

     He pushed his papers off his lap quickly, feeling in his stomach a warning sign. The cold feeling in his throat was offset by a bubbling belch, bringing with it a small amount of stomach acid. He swallowed down the putrid substance and put his papers back on his lap, earning him a small noise of amusement from Sebastian. 

     ‘‘You think this is funny, do you?’’ He choked around the words, trying to spit them harshly through a burning throat.

     ‘‘Certainly not, young master.’’ He was smirking as he said it.

     Despite the discomfort in his gut, the twisting, kneading feeling deep in his stomach, and the lack of control he felt, he raised a new packet and began to read once more. 

     He had to fight to keep his sore eyes open when they wanted nothing more than to sleep. In reality, he wanted to put his head down and sleep, although sleeping on trains had always been an impossibility as well. The thought of reclining made his weak stomach clench anew, and he felt something splash in the back of his throat.

     With a loud, strangled noise, he choked it back and swallowed, pulling his luggage over to him and gently sliding the papers inside. He placed his case on the bench beside him and placed his hands his lap. He took a shaky breath and assessed the situation. His head throbbed, and his skin felt hot, although he knew it was a trick of the headache, and not a fever. His throat burned from the stomach acid coursing up. His nose ran slightly, a side effect of the acid splashing into his sinuses, and he was producing an alarming amount of saliva. His nausea was radiating from the pits of his stomach to the back of his throat, which still tasted metallic. 

     His next breath was shaky. He felt his throat constrict around the first gag, the second, and then-

     Sebastian was in front of him in an instant, moving so quickly Ciel didn’t register it at first. Unable to do much else, he tipped his young master forward and held out his gloved hands expectantly. Sebastian’s hands stayed cupped dutifully below Ciel’s chin as Ciel gagged loudly one last time, and vomit spilled past his lips in a watery stream. He retched again, painfully, trying to bend forward to ease the pain in his stomach. The vile liquid shot form his mouth, splattering not only into Sebastian’s waiting hands, but onto his trousers and shoes as well.  

      Sebastian sighed, and Ciel whimpered pitifully before gagging again, bringing up soft chunks of his breakfast and subsequently spraying them into Sebastian’s perfectly cupped gloves.  He coughed violently, bringing up a touch more sick, which he swallowed down reluctantly. He shuddered, grateful the worst part was over, and looked at his butler.

     The bottom of the left leg of Sebastian’s pants had been splattered with puke. From between the fingers of his large hands, the less viscous component of the sick dripped slowly. Ciel was glad he had not gotten any on himself, save perhaps his chin, as the sight of Sebastian covered in it made him want to be sick all over again.

     He had the decency to feel ashamed, just not the decency to show it. In a matter of minutes, Sebastian had left their compartment to go to the restroom, rid himself as best he could of the matter and the smell, and returned, wearing a fresh pair of gloves, although with a suspiciously wet left leg. Ciel’s stomach churned again and he whimpered. He pressed his aching head against the cool glass of the window and tried to close his eyes, but sleep did not come no matter how hard he hoped.

     Sebastian, for the most part, remained silent after that. Ciel hoped that being used as a vomit rag had humbled him, even if only slightly.

     ‘‘Bring me water,’’ Ciel croaked, his throat sore from the torture of vomiting. He barely registered Sebatian’s coming and going, but he did register the cool cloth being placed on his head. The damp fabric felt soothing against his poor forehead, and he pulled the hand towel over his eyes, trying to keep it from falling off his face.

     ‘‘You must open your eyes if you wish to drink, young lord.’’ Sebastian spoke more softly than Ciel had heard him before. Gratefully, Ciel opened his eyes and reached for the glass, raising it to his mouth and taking a long, plentiful drink. Before Sebastian had time to finish his warning, the water he had just barely swallowed came bolting back up again. Ciel pitched forward and opened his mouth, letting the now foul-tasting water drip from his nose and mouth, splattering onto the floor, along with the cool cloth, the rest of his stomach contents and most of his dignity.

     Whatever relief had been brought by the water was gone, and his stomach was trying it’s hardest to punish him. Although there was nothing left to bring up, he tried valiantly to continue the flow of acid through his nose and mouth.

     Sebastian sighed as Ciel staggered through another round of vomiting, gagging more harshly than the last, unable to do anything but let his small body be ravaged by coughs and heaves. His weak back muscles tensed, and he bent forward more with every retched. He coughed wetly, uncovered, onto the floor.

     Once he was fairly certain his stomach had settled, he put his head against the window once more, fighting the disorientation that came with his motion sickness. His headache was impossibly worse. His throat burned anew, and he was certain he’d be sick again he had to stay in a compartment covered in his own vomit. He took a deep breath through his itching nose, hoping to quell the burning.

     ‘‘Sebastian,’’ he whispered. ‘‘Clean this up. And bring me more water.’’

     His eyes swelled with unshed tears, and shut his eyes to prevent them from falling. A few stray tears slipped down his cheeks regardless, and he wiped them away impatiently. His stomach filled with embarrassment and his face grew hot when he heard Sebastian speaking to an attendant about cleaning the compartment, and apologizing for the terrible inconvenience.

     Ciel opened his eyes briefly, to see Sebastian kneeling in front of him with another towel, and shut his eyes again, the sight of his puddle of vomit getting mopped up making his stomach want to replace it.

   ‘‘I would like to think that you’re smarter than this, but alas.’’ Sebastian said mockingly. ‘‘You should know by now that your stomach is too weak to drink that quickly.’’ 

     Ciel put his head against the window again, letting the cool glass soothe his warm cheek.

[chiunion]

XIII-2: Xigbar

Xigbar has arrived to the scene! Around for a week per usual. This event should be possible for most f2p, though newbies or more casual players may struggle with the last couple quests.

The Medal: The medal is... certainly something. It’s great in JP for its niche uses, but in NAUX, it’s less so? It’s as strong as Marluxia A and likewise single-target, type-strong (like WOFF), and causes Gen Def-2 for itself (nothing afterward). The catch? 6 SP. And I hear you going “oh, well, I could just throw a Cost 2 skill on it!” and yes, you could... but, then you’d be ignoring how much damage it could do. And you’d still need 6 SP to use him, even if you get refunded 4 SP. He’s great with Cost 2 & Atk3, but that’s not yet released in NAUX. Whether you want to give him Cost 2 or Atk2+ or just wait is up to you. I’ll probably be waiting tbh, and save Cost 2 for boosters. Offered on #3, #5, #8, #10-#13.

Other Rewards: Hairstyle from Quest #9, “No. II” title from Quest #13. Magic Mirror from #2, #6, and #7; Ducklings Triplets from #1 and #4.  

Quest Types & Tips: Three main types of quests from this event. Mazes, Alert! Enemies, and Choose-a-Path Enemies.

Straight-forward Enemy Murder: Quest 2, 6, 7, and 10.

For q7, just plow them down with Maui.

For q10, I’d suggest TT with [Gen+ such as iKairi or Pooh] > Alice/Belle > Maui > Meowjesty > [Dark Medal] (or Cl Goofy).

Choose your Enemy: Quest 4, 8, and 12.

For q12, I’d suggest taking in DR/LL and going for all left enemies until the Gummi ship, then taking the blue/right Gummi ships. Between Larxene B and Marluxia B (on either Keyblade), you should be able to handle them all; I’d suggest an SP+ in the middle two slots, preferably Moana or Flowbermeow for extra damage against the Gummi Ships. It may take several repeats to get Marluxia B’s Atk+ to proc often enough. I don’t think you can beat it in time if you don’t 1-turn everything (1-turning everything got me at 95 seconds).

For q12 if you DON’T have Marluxia B guilted: take 3W. [Gen+ such as iKairi or 2-Cost Sebatian] > Jack > SP+ > Cl Donald or HD Aqua > Dark 6* Medal (mostly for tapping) or another Cl Donald/HD Aqua > partner w/e. Use Gen+ and Jack for most enemies, go for the Ice Plants; go for the Power Gummi Copter. If your Jack’s attack procs enough, you should be able to do it.

Mazes: Quest 1, 3, 5, 9, 11, and 13. Check below for a visual guide!

Quest 1: Take top portal, wiggle until you find portal that’d normally go to storage room, take left portal.

Quest 3: Follow the “Target” symbol (no gif)

Quest 5: Left, top right, right.

Quest 9: Left, Above, Bottom of Leftward Triangle, Straight Down/Over Rock/Under Rock (Avoid Plants)

Quest 11: 6th Portal from start of second swirl

Quest 13: Top right, left of tree, straight-ish down

A thank you to mysticpotato654 textual guide on a few of these, they cut my experimentation time down (especially on the spiral @o@ ); idk if there’s a more effective route, but I didn’t find any, if so.

[samawrites-blog]

The Un-Mugging

Most families that earn the gift of living in the suburb of New Albany, Ohio choose to live there for the close to perfect weather, the beautiful homes and the  acclaimed public education. But most of all, families aspired to live in the suburb because of the nationally ranked dads that accompany the houses of New Albany. Ever since the un-mugging of 2011, Suburbs across America have been closing their doors to dads and the families that accompany them that rank lower than desired on their used-to-be “#1 Dad” mugs. Whether it was delaying or barring the family from buying a home, treating the new family differently than other higher ranking dads, or torturing the new families with light hearted “pranks”, the ranking of a families dad was almost directly attributed to their social and economic status. In just six years after the un-mugging, children with high ranking dads would receive scholarships from universities hoping to reap from the father's work, loan acceptance and interest rates would fluctuate based off your dad ranking (that is, if you were a dad to begin with), and the old mugs that used to read “#1 Dad” were now locked up in a safe similar to a birth certificate or social security number.

But in the wonderful town of New Albany, things didn’t seem too hectic, for the dads that resided in that town were ranked in the 99th percentile in the nation, and while there hasn't been a thorough analysis of New Albany, people across the nation know that the lavish, white picket fence lifestyle of that town was only available if you are, or are related to, a dad in the top four hundred in the nation.

On a warm, blue sky day in the same town, a group of five brothers huddled up in their front yard after Sebatian, the eldest, called an emergency meeting of the five brothers immediately after school. After looking at the beads of sweat on Sebastian's red hot face, they knew something serious was about to happen. Sebastian ran up to the group of boys to be the last one to arrive and put his hands on his knees and paused for a moment to catch his breath.

“I just got out of the Baker house just now… I saw their mug in the basement.” Sebastian wheezed.

“Well?! Is that it?! What did it read?!” Asked Henri, the youngest of the brothers.

“Shut your mouth would you? You’re going to get us caught!” replied Sebastian.

“Mr. Baker is at number six, that means he went up five places since his family vacation in Barbados.”

The brothers knew that this meant bad news, the jealousy of the Baker family had been slowly building up over the years of their residence in New Albany after rumors of their high ranking spread throughout the suburbs. And the amount of barbeques filled with backtalk of the Bakers showed the secret hated of the prestigious family.

“So how the fuck does this happen? I don’t think that’s ever been seen in the history of like… EVER!” Said Alexander in a fit of frustration. “Everybody knows that once you reach the top one hundred, it’s basically impossible to move up, it all depends on looks after that.”

The brothers paused to think. After all, he did bring them to Barbados, the photos of the happy family enjoying their vacation on the gold sandy beaches covered their timeline like white on rice. They knew that this family was a threat to their own. With their father at number four in the nation, it was known that the next move for Mr. Baker was to “out-dad” their own dad. Whether that meant an impromptu trip to Disneyland or multiple occasions of breakfast for dinner, it was mutually know that Mr. Baker would now do anything to take the place of their own father.

“Look, there they are now! Lets go talk to them!” Yelled Henri.

The group of boys looked both ways before crossing tree shaded street of Mulholland Drive to catch up to the black Mercedes Maybach that was being driven by Mr. Baker. After running to the Baker house seconds after the father, they knew that they had to get any information they could to see what the mysterious man did to move up the rankings so quick.

“Hey mister Baker, how was your trip?” Sebastian tried to say casually.

“It was good! We just got back late last night, so you boys were probably sound asleep by the time we arrived. Say, were you boys looking for Edwin?” Asked Mr. Baker.

“Yeah actually, we wanted to go play some field hockey and were short a player.” He said, quick on his toes.

“Well he still has some homework to finish but I’ll send him down when he’s ready. As a matter of fact, I got some popsicles in the fridge that I just made last night if you boys want some too! Strawberry and kiwi!”

The boys froze for a moment, they forgot the fact that they did not even own the equipment for field hockey. Let alone, they didn’t even know Edwin. In fact, the five brothers bullied the poor kid for majority of elementary school. If Edwin even saw the boys outside of school he’ll most likely break out into tears in front of his own father. The four sets of eyes locked on to Sebastian, hoping that he will dig himself out of the hole that he just dug himself into.

“Yeah, sure… We should have everything set up on the streets in about thirty minutes, do you think he can be out by then?” Sebastian weakly said.

“Of cooourrsse! I just have to help him out on his math and he’ll be out in a kicker!” Mr. Baker exclaimed, stretching out his words like he always did.

“Say, let me fill up the ice cooler now, you boys can take it out with you while you play your little game! You boys just stay right there!”

Mr. Baker took his car keys and opened the garage door to get the ice cooler and disappeared into the humming white garage door. The boys stood awkwardly with their hands in their cargo shorts as Mr. bakers loud rummaging leaked through the thin walls of the garage.

“Here it is!” yelled Mr. Baker. He walked out of the same door carrying the large ice cooler in his hands.

“Let me just fill it up with some ice in the fridge, I’ll be back in a jiffy!”

Walking back to his house, the boys noticed a white piece of paper fall out of the back pocket of Mr. Bakers pants. Alexander opened the white gate and ran after it.

“Wait! Mr. Baker you dropped something!” But Alexander yelled to himself. Mr. Baker was too busy in his own cloud of simple humming to notice. Alexander held the crisp white paper in his hands and unfolded it. There was a photo of a man he did not recognise in a pink polo shirt and Ray Bans sunglasses. On the bottom there was a caption that read,

Name: Mike Mills

Rank: 5

Location: 676 Mayflower Rd. Whitefish Bay, ME Family: Wife (43), Daughter (16), Son (12)

[vitiatasxinficit]

Role Reversal

@audentesfortunaiuvat

Sebastian shuddered. This wasn’t something he was used to. His fingers clenched at the sheets and he bared his teeth, looking up at the angel hovering over him. 

He wasn’t unaccustomed to the act of sin they were about to commit, but goddamn it he’d never been a damn bottom, that was for sure. His chest heaves slowly at he locks eyes with the angel. His grin is sweet, eyes twinkling with playfulness.

How could he look so innocent when he’s got both of Sebastian’s bare thighs hiked up on his hips. 

          “You look out of breath, Seb. You okay?” 

Okay? Did he look okay?! Despite it all, Castiel had won the wrestling match and was effortlessly pinning Sebastian back into the bed with barely any effort. 

Holy hell. 

         “You look uncomfortable, let me help you. Turn over.” 

Sebastian’s never blushed before. And he’s never quite frankly turned a deep shade of red like he is now.

       “No. Cas, now wait a second, I think w-we should--” 

       “Seb? Turn. Over. Kitten.” 

Sebastian hissed when the angel’s fingers flick at the most obvious sign of his consent in this endeavor. 

The collar around his neck, affixed with a bell. It rang, a sign of his failure to effectively capture and pin his angel. 

      “N-now--”

     “Show me. I’ve never seen you like this. All flushed and embarrassed. It’s new. I like it. Show me. That was an order.”

Sebastian swallowed the lump in his throat. Despite the beautifully blinding smile he’s getting from Castiel it’s clear he had no choice. Grumbling under his breath he rolls to his stomach and lays there. It takes a sharp slap to his ass (and him biting into his fist to remain silent) does he move once more. He arches his back, only just the tiniest bit but Castiel simply huffs and hauls his hips upward. 

     “Cas!” 

     “Nope. Stay right there.” 

He presses a hand into the back of Sebatian’s head, tangling in his hair and presses his face to the mattress. 

       “Oh Seb,” Castiel seemed to marvel. “I see why you like this position. You look so lovely.” 

     “C-Cas shut up!”

     “ And I mean, I see the appeal of being able to--” 

When something blunt presses up against Sebastian’s ass, he almost hollers and damn near bucks Castiel off. “C-Cas wait a second alright, f-fuck--” 

The stuttered. The absolutely helplessness. 

Castiel studied Sebastian as he trained a finger along his spine, humming. “Seb? I think I could get used to this.” 

The absolutely wrecked noise Sebastian made stole the air from his lungs. He didn’t know Sebastian could even make that noise. 

       “C-cas?”

Sebastian turned his head only to suddenly have it pressed back into the mattress, fingers digging into his hips and Castiel’s low hungry voice in his ear. 

       “I want to hear that noise again. And I want you to make it over and over and over. Until you break. And then I’m going to break you some more. Understood?” 

 Castiel took the whimper as a yes.