#or rather... sebastian uses they/them for legs

[benjineedssleep]

guys this is my favorite reoccurring character in my fic...

haley? alex? emily? vincent? robin? granny evelyn??? who are these people!!! i only know of legs!!! my beloved l e g s--

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i have a prompt hehe it’s jenson x seb x kimi x reader. jenson convinces reader to wear a vibrator, but then seb and kimi find out and soon they’re tossing the remote between the three of them and not giving her a break, even in public 😩😩😩 she tries to grab it from one but he tosses it to someone else and she’s soooo overstimulated. shaky legs, tears, permanently hard nipples.

but of course she loves it too. maybe even lewis gets in on it later ;)

jenson button + sebastian vettel + kimi raikkonen with a small dash of lewis hamilton (set: 2012-ish era) - complete

i do accept prompts besides the bakery menu, the menu is there to help people figure out what they want a little easier! but, if you have an idea burning away in your brain and you want someone to write it. then hit me up! i'd love to write it for you!!

cw: smut/pwp, sex toys, needy!reader, over stimulation, crying kink, free use, groping, dirty talk, jealous!kimi, reporter!reader

this started with sebastian's cunning smile. with you on your back in his hotel room and your legs spread for him. the skirt you wore was on the on the floor and your nipples poked through the tight t-shirt you wore.

"you're going to be good for us, right?"

you nodded. sick desires often meant sick solutions. and you were happy to give these men anything they wanted. they could each have their own pretty model on their arm, but according to them, they can be rather prude.

however, the little reporter who seemed to get under their skin perfectly, was great to shove a toy in and have a little fun. and when sebastian got it between your thighs, secure in your pretty cunt. you held onto the covers a little as he thrusted it in and out for you a few times for extra measure.

he then tapped your cheek and waved the remote in your face, "today you're ours, right?" and you looked up at him, with a soft nod you signed over your fate. you'd be a good girl with three of the most powerful men in formula one.

it started normal. once you were in the media area you could feel the familiar weight of the toy inside of you. your pussy clenched around it as you walked around the paddock. you were all smiles like nothing was wrong.

you were surprised that the men were being so well behaved. but when you started to get curious, as part of the job. that was when the trouble started. you were too close to sebastian's car. while you tried to keep your glances from being too nosy, he could tell right away what you were doing. and when the toy started you felt a tremble in your knees as you tried not moan out loud.

you could feel the vibrations in your teeth. sebastian came closer and put his hands on your pretty clothed tits. he palmed them heavily when no one was watching.

"there she is. our little reporter." he chuckled as his fingers teased your nipples and you bit back a loud moan. he was always so rough with you, his hard cock poked your lower back. you were certain if he fucked you over the hood of the car it would probably be less stimulating than what you were feeling at that moment.

you felt hot all over, wishing you could strip yourself of your clothes. but wouldn't the be a scandal? you'd be stripped of all of your media passes and your job. but, you were certain that the three men who had a grasp on you would love that. if you went from reporter to pet. instead of asking the questions, you'd be on your knees. hard to ask for anything with thick cock in your mouth.

"you look so good." he chuckled as he continued to grope you. you held onto his strong forearms and felt the heat thrum in your body. it almost took it all of you to not topple over.

"seb." you swallowed. the vibrations made you shudder."

"aw, don't get upset there, beautiful." he said as he yanked at your hard nipples, "if i let you off early, then the others will get mad. and you don't want to see jenson all mad, right?"

you didn't last long. you never did. that was what made you so popular, any stimulation left you feeling like a live wire. you continued to grip onto sebastian as the toy continued to feel alive inside of you.

you quickly came and you almost ended up bent over the car. your cheeks felt like they were stained pink as you used the car for leverage. your legs were trembling, but you kept yourself upright. sebastian groped your ass one last time before he said, "don't get too nosy, schatz." he ran his fingers through your hair.

"seb.. please."

you wanted that damn remote, you felt like they loss privileges to freely use you. but before you could collect yourself, sebastian was whistling to himself as he left the area. acting like he wasn't hard.

the toy died between your legs and you felt able to continue with your day. even if the sun on your back felt more oppressive. and your nipples were sore under your top from sebastian's abuse on them.

"someone looks a little red." you heard lewis said.

"oh you know, it's just the weather. plus the plane ride here was hell, so it's just so much." you smiled at him as if the steady weight of a vibrator wasn't between your legs not knowing who the remote was with.

but that wouldn't be a mystery for long.

the toy started and you could feel kimi's gaze on your back. you reached for lewis to steady yourself, but made it seem like it was simply a friendly pat on the back.

lewis could feel kimi's gaze too, and looked down at you. he held his smile as he said, "is everything alright, seriously?"

you nodded, even though your body was heated once more. even though the mess between your legs felt soaked. and the toy nudged against your g-spot and it made you unsteady once more. you found your words as you said, "oh yeah, just a little too much sun." then flashed him a smile before you could hear the heavy steps of kimi's stride and his hand on your lower back.

"lewis, what are you doing with our little reporter. she was work to do." and you felt yourself cling to kimi a little harder. your knees felt like jelly as you held onto him.

lewis looked at you then kimi, "kimi, i'd be careful about getting too close to a reporter. you don't want her writing a hit piece on you." he laughed. even though you were certain that you were playing it off cool, lewis knew that kimi had you wrapped around his fingers. he was curious about how he was making you tremble so beautifully.

"of course, lewis." he chuckled, "but i don't think that she's that much of a troublemaker. don't you think, lewis."

you tried to keep eye contact with lewis but held onto kimi while the toy rumbled in your soaked cunt. lewis laughed and slapped the other man on the shoulder. he knew something that up, he could see it in your glassy eyes.

lewis turned away to go back to what he was doing. and you were almost on your knees. if it weren't for kimi's support on you. he held to you tightly and watched you shiver. with his hand in his pocket and held onto the remote. he watched your movements.

"don't stray off too far." kimi said, "remember, you belong to us. you're ours. no need to get too involved with anyone else." his other hand reached for your ass and you felt like you could easily pass out from the heated lust in your brain.

damn sebastian, damn kimi and damn jenson.

his hand groped your ass while you clung to him tightly. and his praise filled your brain, "good girl. see. you can be good for us."

you nodded pathetically and kimi placed a hot kiss onto your lips. you then came once more, and you had to hold onto kimi for support. your nose into his chest as you tried to keep yourself upright as you felt the after shivers of orgasm. you almost cried and when you looked up at kimi you had a few stray tears in your eyes.

kimi wiped them away and licked his thumb to taste your tears. he chuckled, "aw, so lovely. you look pretty when you cry." then combed his fingers through your hair.

when kimi left, you realized that he still had the remote in his hand. and while he kept in on for a little while longer which made you cling to the edge of a wall to keep some form of balance before the toy came to a stop and you could get some relief.

you panted heavily and tried to compose yourself before you attempted to go back to work. but the vibrations continued, sporadically. it left you digging your nails into your palms as you tried to go about your day.

you tried to ask kimi for the remote, but he didn't have it. instead he ruffled your hair and told you that couldn't help you. and sebastian didn't have it. so that meant one thing, jenson had it.

"jenson." you said as you reached for him. your hands into his racing jacket anf your face up against it. you whimpered as the vibrator continued to buzz between your thighs. you were heated and panting, "take it out. please. i can't work like this."

jenson took you by the behind and rubbed his hard cock up against your front. you tried to squirm out of his grasp. you whimpered and put your face into his chest. the vibrators could be felt in the back of your throat.

"oh.. i don't want to. you're a lot better like this." he said as he held onto your hip, only adding to the bruises that the other men left on you. you were a free use slut for their liking, "i like you better this way, you get into less trouble."

"jenson." you panted quietly as he groped your soft hips. he loved the fat on them, you were just so soft under his touch. so easy to bruise. you trembled against him and whimpered a little louder then with the other men. everything felt on high alert in your body.

he loved this.

you came for a final time, and you ended up on your knees. your hands planted on the concrete floor and you looked up at jenson with big tears in your eyes.

"please, jenson... i can't take anymore." you said pathetically. and if jenson had more time, he couldn't bruised that pretty throat of yours. but that would have to wait till tonight.

"i can't do that. not when you're so pretty. especially on your knees." he tapped your chin and could see the lack of focus in your gaze. dumb little girl.

he chuckled and pushed the hair out of your face. the vibrations died down once more. he left you like the others did when they made you cum, you didn't even have the remote. and you needed to get somewhere to decompress yourself. you felt hot all over and your brain felt over stimulated. being free use between these men was a bad idea. but you loved it.

it was a sick little obsession that made you feel hot in all the best ways. to have you go about your day with the toy nudged into your sweet pussy.

you were seated, thankful that the toy was turned off now. you panted heavily off to the side and pushed your hair out of your eyes. your cunt still kept the toy snug inside of you. the weight of it was almost comforting, but at least it was nice to not have it constantly buzz inside of you.

"thank fuck." you said to yourself, but then lurched forward to hold onto your knees. your eyes squeezed shut and you clenched onto your knees. you let out a small moan, and when you opened your eyes and looked up. it wasn't kimi, it wasn't jenson, it wasn't even the devil sebastian.

it was lewis hamilton who smiled at you with the remote in hand. he slowly turned up the volume and you were practically trembling like a leaf. you swallowed and said, "please."

he tapped you on top of the head with the remote and chuckled, "oh, you didn't complain when the others used you. why start now? at least if you give me what i want. you can get yours soon after." then put the remote down to get his cock out of his pants.

and you had no choice, hair out of your face and eyes closed. you went to work. you promised to be good after all. <3

[slytherizz]

Everything, with you - Sebastian Sallow x F!MC/Reader

Tags/Warnings: 18+ | Breeding Kink | Size Kink | explicit sexual content | Dad!Seb

All tags can be found on Ao3

Summary:

"Watching you carry my children is one of life's greatest pleasures. If it's possible - you're more beautiful now than you've ever been.”

“Do you ever think about…”

“Having another one?”

A/N This works as a stand-alone but if you happened to have read either of my long fics this would sit either after the epilogue of 'Whatever it Takes' or in between the final chapter and the epilogue of 'In the Shadow of Us' (but I omitted the Azkaban references so it works for both). I have literally nothing to say for myself for this one other than...

For the thicc Seb girlies 💕

Dark curly hair tickled the underside of Sebastian's chin as he adjusted his son nestled in his lap. Book resting against his knee which was bent at an awkward and rather uncomfortable angle where he'd managed to cram himself onto Sam's little bed. Sebastian’s neck ached and his left leg was almost completely dead. Not that he minded. He knew his youngest would outgrow this one day, and would no longer need his father to read him fairytales. So Sebastian succumbed easily to Sam’s pleading and let himself be the dutiful mountain against which his son could rest. 

"Now, this word’s a little tricky, so take your time with it,” Sebastian tapped his finger on the page. "What does this say?"

"I'm not sure." Sam frowned. He traced his pudgy finger over the unfamiliar word and along the bright plume of fiery feathers printed in rich shades of red and gold on the page. The enchanted bird ruffled its wings as it clicked its beak attempting to nip at Sam's fingers. Each time the bird squawked soundlessly as he stroked its plumage Sam giggled with delight.

"Sound it out. You see right here? The 'Ph' makes an ‘f’ sound.”

"Like ‘t’ and ‘h’ make a 'the' sound?" 

“Exactly right. Two letters. One sound,” Sebastian said, ruffling his boy's hair proudly. 

Alice, his eldest had always had an uncanny ability to memorise words. Could recall the contents of practically every book he'd ever given her once she’d devoured it. She'd taken great pride in unnerving her primary school teacher by listing every ingredient in ‘A draft of living death’. Which may have seemed like a feat within itself…until she’d insisted on doing it backwards.

His unique form of parenting had been called into question more than once by her teachers but who was he to tell his daughter that ‘most potent potions’ was not appropriate bedtime reading? Restricting her inquisitive mind would be a far greater sin. 

Sam's little mind on the other hand worked like a tinker. Slower it may seem than his sister as he pieced together meaning. But that wasn’t nearly the case. Simply because he liked to fiddle with things more than his sister. Take a word apart and rearrange it before dismantling it again entirely. He picked apart the rules as he learnt them. All whilst, humming sagely from time to time like he was some great philosopher and he wasn't in fact, a boy of four who had spent the morning sulking when there was no honey left in the pantry for his toast.

“Try sounding it out," he encouraged. 

"Fee-nix?" Sam’s brows furrowed slightly the new word unfamiliar and clunky on his tongue. "Pheonix?"

"That’s it. You’re doing well. Now I know you know the rest of it. Reckon you can read the full sentence?” 

"The p-phoenix went up in…smoke?"

"Clever boy!"

Sam turned to look up at Sebastian, puffing out his chest with pride. Sebastian kissed the crown of his head affectionately. Sam burrowed his head into his shirt trying and failing to disguise a yawn against his father's chest. 

Snapping the book closed and placing it on his bedside table. Sebastian scooped him up as he shifted off the small bed placing his son snuggly under the quilt constellations in golden thread adorned its edges. 

“Right, I think that's enough for tonight. Bedtime for you mister.”

“But I'm not tired,” Sam protested. Rubbing his drooping eyelids which did little to rally his father to his plight. Eyes so like his mother's framed under furrowed dark brows. Stubbornness was an inherited trait and with how pigheaded he and his wife could be Sebastian should have known his children would be no different.

“I'm sure you're not,” Sebastian chuckled. Tucking the blankets tighter around his squirming limbs. “But it's already way past your bedtime. If you settle down I’ll put the stars up - How does that sound?”

Sam grinned, nodding his head eagerly as he buried his head deeper into his pillow. Sebastian pulled out his wand. Sam’s eyes lighting up. Glittering as they always get in his eyes when either of her parents performed even the simplest of charms. With an unnecessarily large flourish, Sebastian extinguished the bedside lantern plunging them into darkness. He whispered his modified charm.

Stars small but dazzling began to twinkle into life one by one across the steepled ceiling painting the cosmos across the wooden beams. 

It wasn’t nearly as elaborate as the charm in the Hogwarts great hall that had given Sebastian the inspiration. Not quite a replication of the overcast sky outside, but to Sam’s childlike wonder; his father could conjure the heavens in his bedroom. Pluck the stars from the sky so he could sleep bathed in starlight. 

For all his folly into the persuits into the darker sides of magic - there was no spell more powerful than the ones that made his children’s life a little more magical. 

“Night, Dad.”

***

Undoing the buttons of his shirt Sebastian shucking the material from his shoulders. Wincing as he kneaded at the tight knot that had formed in his neck from too long spent hunched over in his son's small bed. Stretching like a bear ripe from hibernation joints cracking audibly. 

His dark brows lifted in alarm as he caught his reflection in the ornate oblong mirror tucked into the corner of their bedroom. 

Sebastian had always looked like his father. Same bow to their lips, unruly chestnut hair and soft brown eyes like sodden earth after rain. He could practically divine how his features would change using the brushstrokes of the portrait of his parents that hung proudly on the stairs. 

But it was the things that went beyond the superficial that made his parents' old friends stumble on his name and acquaintances double-take in the street as if the dead still walked among them. The determined set of his jaw, the curious glint in his eye. There truly had never been any mistaking exactly who Sebastian’s father was. 

But he didn’t just look like his Dad ; he looked like a Dad.

Not that he'd ever been particularly lean . A stockiness to his frame as all Sallow men carried. Violence practically carved into his marrow. Built more for quidditch or boxing, than for scholarly pursuits he'd always been drawn to; but this was getting out of hand. 

Sebastian frowned at his reflection. Still strong in the trunk in a way that he never minded, especially not with how it elicited such sinful looks from his wife but he had become notably softer around the middle. What had once been a sparse tuft of hair on his chest he’d taken great pride as a lad, was now thick dark hair trailing down his stomach. 

It seemed as unprepared Sebastian had been, stumbling bowlegged and awkwardly into fatherhood, not having nearly enough time with his own to have much to go off; his body had settled far quicker into his new role than he had.

Scratching at the short beard he kept neatly trimmed. Well, for what could pass as neat considering his hair was unruly no matter where it grew. Sebastian twisted and turned, appraising himself from different angles.

When was the last time he'd duelled? Worked up any kind of sweat? 

Perhaps he should consider himself lucky he was in the shape he was. Carrying his children upstairs to bed and lugging stacks of heavy stacks of old manuscripts and attifacts charmed against magical interference around the Department of Mysteries hardly counted as exercise. The closest thing anyone would consider vigorous was fucking his wife. But then again holding her small frame against a wall hardly felt like work. 

He rotated his joints, and the tendons of muscle in his heavy shoulders flexed under freckled skin. An old puckered scar long faded to white across his shoulder now a mere remnant from his past life. Underneath the soft exterior of the doting father he’d become still lurked the shadow of the hellion youth he’d once been. 

Delicate hands slithered around his middle running along the breadth of him stroking at the hair on his chest. Her warm cheek came to rest, nestled between his shoulder blades. Sighing affectionately, her breath tickling his skin. Sebastian leaned into her touch, even after all these years he still felt sparks.

"If you keep scowling your face will get stuck like that,” she chided. Sebastian snorted twisting in her hold to face her. She’d loosened the soft braids she usually wore at her temples so her hair hung loose around her shoulders. She smiled up at him, crooked and his heart stuttered in an unsteady rhythm. 

“Alice, go down without any fuss?”

“Has she ever?” She quirked an eyebrow at him far more amused by their daughters' antics than cross. “Caught her trying to get into your study after I put her to bed - again. Luckily she isn’t half as stealthy as she is mischievous.”

Sebastian grinned at her, arching his eyebrows. “She gets that from you.”

“I think Scribner would have disagreed.” She said rolling her eyes. “But something tells me it's not Alice's nocturnal antics causing that face. Tell me what's wrong my love?" 

Placing a warm hand against his cheek fingers combing through the hair on his chin. He shifted uncomfortably under the weight of her gaze. Failing to suppress the heat he could feel rising in his cheeks most likely staining the tops of his ears. 

"Nothing, Pet. I’m uh-” he hesitated, wincing slightly. Perhaps she hadn’t noticed. And is she hadn't, he was reluctant to point it out. Lest it change the way she looked at him. She was still as radiant the first time he'd laid eyes on her but Sebastian was a far cry from the roguish boy who'd made her heart race. 

He leaned heavily into her hand resting against his chin. Letting the tenderness of her touch and softness of her gaze quell the unease. “Just carrying a bit more timber than I'm used to. I hadn’t noticed how much the years had caught up to me. After two kids and all."

"You’ll always be the same stubborn and reckless boy to me," she wrapped her arms around him tighter. It was only a chaste peck but an inexplicable blush darkened her cheeks as she nibbled on the inside of her cheek contemplatively. Her hands grazed along Sebastian’s freckled shoulders, through the sparse hair on his chest nails scratching softly. "But I must admit…I rather like you like this. Broad. Manly.”

" Oh - Do you now?" he smirked. Admiring the flush that had stained her cheeks at her admission.

Seeming to take an unnatural amount of interest in the pattern of their curtains she averted her eyes blushing deeply. "Yes. I do. And don't let it go to your big head.”

Far too late for that. After all these years she should really have known better. His chest already swelling with pride a smug smile pulling at the corner of his freckled cheeks.

Tugging at the sleeve of her pale blue dress. The cotton slipped away to expose more of her skin. Sebastian snaked his hand around her waist to settle on the small of her back. Ducking his head to pepper kisses along the dip of her shoulder. 

The faint smell of mallowsweet that always clung to her hair far sweeter than any perfume; a herb balm that had soothed and tamed his stubborn heart. Heat rose where he'd exposed her as Sebastian's mouth worked its way down her neck towards her clavicle. Her fingers pressed a little harder into his flesh feeling the tight coils of muscle that still lurked underneath. 

Despite Sebastian's intention of letting his wife thoroughly enjoy the body, she found so desirable. She seemed distracted. Her breathing hitched a little as he grazed his teeth over her delicate throat. Sucking in just a way that would usually drive all the thoughts from her pretty head - that was not the case tonight.

“Besides - it's not like I look the same as I did before Alice and Sam.”

"Mmm, but watching you carry my children is one of life's greatest pleasures. If it's possible - you're more beautiful now than you've ever been.”

“Do you ever think about…”

She trailed off. Mouth opened and closed lamely as she searched for the words her eyebrows furrowed. 

“Having another one?”

The high-pitched and uncharacteristically nervous noise of agreement she emitted made Sebastian pause his efforts to adorn her shoulder with dark love bites which were now blooming like wild grapes. 

It was rare to see his wife nervous. Even rarer still for her mind to be elsewhere when it came to their marital relations. But he could understand her trepidation; it wasn’t as if either of their children had exactly been planned. 

Before either of them were born he often wondered if they should have been parents. Not a single guardian between them to cobble together any semblance of what a parent should be. A trail of lost souls he'd not been able to protect. 

Hazy memories of love weren't exactly a blueprint for success. 

So Sebastian packed those feelings away even before he'd let them fully bubble to the surface. Resigned perhaps to the fact that although she may have fallen in love with the rough-edged boy he’d been; she'd still bore witness to the worst of him. A dark unsightly stain on his soul he kept cloistered away but they both knew would never leave him. Or her.

And why would either of them want to burden a child with him as their father; or her with his last name? It did not do to dwell on something Sebastian never thought he’d be able to have.

Then one day their world shifted and as willfully unprepared as they’d been for it; so did they. 

Alice bloomed in the cracks of space in their lives they hadn’t known something had been missing. But perhaps had always left vacant and wanting for her. 

Sam, followed so shortly after. Alice - barely a year old when they’d realised three would quickly become four. 

By then, Sebastian had put to rest that gnawing anxiety that told him perhaps they should have never been parents. Fatherhood suited him. Soothed an old ache that had been throbbing since the passing of his own and now he wore it like a familiar coat. 

He allowed himself to bask in the elation of their growing family; in a way, he’d not been able to with Alice. Not only taking pride in his wife, who practically glowed more beautiful than he’d ever seen her; but pleasure in watching her stomach swell once again with his child. 

So much in fact, he lamented over the missed opportunity for what it would be like to take her with the sole intention of filling her with life. Could practically taste it every time he felt her unravelling on his cock. Dragged his feet at the apothecary when she asked him to purchase extra dandelion root for her monthly brew in the years that followed.

Already Sebastian could feel his blood rushing south at the thought. Inhaling sharply, calming his heart which was now thumping hard against his sternum as that familiar desire pooled. 

“I love our family. Alice and Sam, are plenty troublesome and we have our hands full as it is,” he began carefully.

Sebastian cupped her chin, shifting her soft gaze to his. The smile he wore, genuine if a little weak. What he said was true. Sebastian did not wish to burden her with making such a decision simply to satisfy his elicit fantasies. He would not begrudge her if she didn’t want another child after she’d given him so much - more than he’d ever let himself hope for. 

But she visibly deflated with his words. “Oh…so you wouldn't want another one?”

“No! I mean- not ‘ no’ . Merlin, it’s quite the opposite. In fact, I think I’ll always want more ,” Sebastian spluttered. Tongue tied and feeling the opportunity slipping through his fingers Sebastian took a breath to right himself. “Neither of us has much in the way of family outside of the one we made for ourselves - each child you give me is the greatest blessing I never thought I’d have. I’d love nothing more than to grow the family that we created.”

“I just want to know you're sure. You don't have to just because I want one.”

“There is nothing within my power that I would not give you. But, trust me love there are other  reasons it appeals to me.” 

“Oh?”

Hands glided down her spine grabbing the soft curve of her backside. Her eyes widened as he pulled her flush against his body where she could feel the growing bulge press against her stomach. Tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear, Sebastian ducked his head to nip gently at her earlobe before he whispered.

“Getting to fuck you purely with the intention of filling you with my seed. Watching you swell with another of my children. Breeding you. ” His voice, a low rumble reverberating from deep in his chest. Domineering. Predatory. Every point his body was pressed against hers felt like a fire that ignited a desire that lay dormant inside him. Desperate to claw its way out. Claim her as his - again . "Wearing the evidence under those pretty dresses of yours for everyone to see. So they know exactly what you let me do to you. Who you belong to.”

A visible shiver ran down her spine. Goosebumps prickling across her skin at the filth of his words. Feeling pressed hard against her stomach exactly how much the idea appealed to him. 

“Sebastian-”

“Tell me you want it and it’s yours,” he murmured huskily against her neck. Nipping at that spot below her jaw he knew made her knees buckle. 

His little witch had never been the obedient sort, as wild and stubborn as a poorly bottled lightning. But after all these years together - Sebastian knew exactly which buttons to push. How to make her laugh so hard her cheeks ached from smiling; a sound so perfect it washed his worries away like a tide. The ones that made rage; burn so fiercely he was reminded she was barely a witch at all but a dragon merely playing at domesticity. 

Most favourably to Sebastian were the ones that turned every rational coherent thought in her head into a blinding fog of lust.

He trailed kisses across her skin, her pulse quickening under the tender brush of his lips. An eager whine slipped from her throat. Hips pushing against his in search of friction to soothe the heat pooling in her abdomen.

“Yes- fuck. Please, I want that. Another baby. Your baby.”

The choked sound that clawed its way out of Sebastian’s throat sounded far from anything human. Somewhere between a groan and a growl. 

Wasting not a second longer he grasped her hips lifting her swiftly as if she weighed nothing at all. Thighs wrapped tightly around his hips as she moulded into him. Heat radiated from her core barely concealed behind the thin fabric of her undergarment. 

Fingers tangling in his hair, she pulled his lips forcefully to hers. Kissing him greedily. Tongue delved between his parted lips as if he were the air she breathed. 

From the way she ground her hips insistently, his wife cared little if it drove him to distraction; she knew there was no way Sebastian would let her fall. 

Carrying her over to the bed to practically launch her down onto the mattress. Hooded eyes, devoured every inch of her husband standing above her. Her dress dishevelled had ridden up to expose the tops of her thighs which squeezed together in anticipation. Sebastian palmed his hard length through biting hard on his lip to stifle a moan.

Her nimble fingers came quickly to fumble with the buttons of her dress. Sebastian batted her hand away with a grunt to tear into them himself. His mouth trailed kisses further down her body with every inch he exposed.

Stopping as in his journey towards her core to pay particular attention to the soft curve of her belly. She whined under every press of his lips against her stomach squirming impatiently under Sebastian with the need for him to fill the womb he worshipped so reverently. 

Sebastian pulled her hips sharply towards the edge of their bed dropping to his knees between her spread legs. Folds already glistening with unrestrained desire. Sebastian ran the tip of his nose through the sparse hairs. The heat of his breath teased against her growing slick. Shivering with anticipation her hips bucked craving - no, needing Sebastian to provide relief to the ache between her legs. 

“Sebastian - please,” she whined. 

“Impatient,” he scolded. Despite his own clothed erection strained against his trousers twitching desperate to be buried inside his wife’s impossibly tight core. But to Sebastian there no more perfect sight than her laid out before him. Bare, flushed and eyes darkened with desire. A nymph from some Greek tragedy he hadn’t tamed; rather merely a disciple come to worship at her altar. “Such a good girl. Already so wet for me.”

Her fingers tangled harshly in his hair hips bucking as Sebastian at last ended her torment. Licking a broad stripe with the flat of his tongue across her weeping entrance. Her head fell back in a broken whine finally relieving her from her torture. Sebastian released a�� groan of his own against her folds, lapping more needly at the growing slick. Savouring every drop she offered him. A man lost in a desert and her his bountiful oasis.

He knew her body better than he knew his own. Chasing her keening mewls a wordless plea for more, pleasure only he could offer her as he flicked and curled his tongue against the hooded bundle of nerves. Releasing his grip on her hip to slide his fingers into her tight heat. Savouring how her fluttering walls gripped him as he worked her open with every pump and curl of his fingers.

Her back arched, legs shaking the cool satin sheets scrunched in her fists as she writhed in ecstasy. Clinging desperately to them a last bastion of as she teetered on the edge of oblivion.

He chanced a glance up at her, mouth still servicing her fervently. Their eyes locked her voice caught on a silent plea for release. Sebastian sucked. Devouring her quivering clit and she broke. 

Screaming curses and praise to forgotten deities her body jerking to grind frantically against his tongue. Sebastian’s hips rutted forward into nothingness as her body clenching around his fingers as he brought her to climax. His own need growing almost unbearable as he felt her dissolved into pleasure needing to feel that pulsing release around his cock not just his fingers. 

His patience was now paper thin, he needed to be inside of her and from the way her fingers tugged at his chestnut hair impatiently as her orgasm ebbed - she seemed to agree. 

Bed springs creaked as he crawled onto the bed beside her. He slid his hands along the dip of her waist gripping her soft flesh to flip her onto her stomach. 

She peering back at him from over her shoulder. Her lips were swollen, her hair in a wild tangle but her eyes burning into him as if she could set him alight - daring him to take her as she arched her hips up and back towards Sebastian. 

Gripping her side he bared down on her. Large body resting heavily against her back she curled up into him sighing contentedly at the feeling of his weight resting against her.

How many wizards had coveted her affection since their school days? Cursed the very ground Sebastian walked on because since the day she’d become his. His cock achingly hard grinding against her arse at the mere thought of her wearing the reminder to them all exactly who she belonged to under her dress. 

He scrambled with the buttons on his breeches before pulling them off entirely cock springing free arching proudly and achingly hard. Slit glistening in anticipation that coil inside of him already tightly wound at the mere thought of filling her.

"Going to fuck even more of my kids into you," he purred low in her ear as he settled himself between her legs dragging the head of his cock through her spit-slicked folds. Their nerves practically vibrating with carnal anticipation. 

She cried out, broken and rasping as Sebastian finally pressed into her with a strong deliberate thrust. Stretching her open inch by inch groaning low, his head falling against her back when he buried himself inside her to the hilt. The sheen of sweat coating her back salty on his tongue as he mouthed brainlessly at her bare flesh. 

“Fuck,” she hissed as Sebastian began to cant his hips in deep maddening strokes. He hadn't expected such a lustful fog to overcome him. Like some primitive part of his brain had overcome him and now he was entirely consumed with the thought of her. Filling her with seed.

His eyes flicked up catching their reflection in the mirror. Sebastian groaned her name as he watched himself pounding into her relentlessly. Tiny body nestled under his own her spine curved in pleasure but her face was buried in the sheets. Stifling the delicious sounds of ecstasy she only made for him into the mattress. 

Sebastian grunted in annoyance. Snapping his hips harder she only seemed to bit down harder on the sheets.

He didn’t just want her to feel him filling her with life; he wanted her to bear witness to it.

Tucking his arm around her waist he hauled her up flush against his body. Her yelp of surprise dissolving into a moan as the new angle had her sinking deeper onto his cock. Her back pressed against his chest she rolled her hips, eyelashes fluttering as his crown teased against her sweet spot. Sebastian curled a possessive hand around her throat to keep her upright. The other kneaded her breast, rolling the pert peak between his fingertips. 

Despite the utterly filthy position in which he took her. Sebastian’s hands were gentle, large arms cradling her body. He whispered sweet reverent praise and encouragement into her ear with every roll of her as she sought her pleasure.

“Look at you,” he whispered. Pressing a kiss to her temple coaxing her to look and witness how fucking perfect she was. Her eyes cracked open, gaze settling on the mirror in the corner of the room. Sebastian's reflection grinned at her. She blushed deeply at the sight but she made no move to cover herself. Eyes devouring the sight of her bare, legs spread wide and impaled on Sebastian's cock. 

“Fucking look at you.” He punctuated the statement with a sharp buck of his hips into her cunt.  

She whined desperately with every deep maddening thrust. She leaned back further into his embrace, head tipped back in a wanton moan but she didn't tear her eyes away. As if wishing to burn this moment into her mind. Cunt fluttering greedily around his cock, coaxing more slick onto his shaft. 

“Fuck- you're taking me so well. Do you- fuck. Feel how deep I am inside you?” Sebastian groaned at the slight swell of her stomach. He released her breast hand ghosting down the planes of her stomach. “I can feel you clenching around me - fuck . Feel where I'm going to fill you. Where you'll grow our child.”

He barely recognised the cadence of his voice, low gravelly more akin to a growl than anything human. He pressed a little harder onto her stomach. Feeling the head of his cock against his palm, he groaned. Forehead fell against the crook of her neck pumping into his palm as he ground into her with deep thrusts. Gently teasing his thumb over the blunt head through her soft stomach. 

She whined readily, shivering with pleasure sinking deeper onto his cock with every needy roll of her hips. Blood pounding in his ears Sebastian could feel the pressure mounting. He released his hold on her throat, taking hold of her hips so hard he knew even if his seed did not take her skin would still wear the marks for days.

Leaning back so she could rest against him, his toes curling in the sheets as he found purchase to thrust into her frantic. Her arm wrapped around his neck keening and whimpering with every strong thrust. 

“Please Seb- fuck. I need,” she rasped. Too deliriously close to the edge to tell him what she needed. What they both craved so desperately. 

“Tell me what you want, darling,” he grunted. Peppering kisses behind her ear, along the curve of her jaw. “Do you want me to come deep inside you? Breed you? Make you mine again?”

“Yes. Gods. Yes!”

“Tell- tell me,” he grunted. Clutching her hips to pound up into her brutally. The coil inside of him tightened, feeling his release rushing in. Visions narrowing and cock twitching eagerly. “Tell me how much you want it.”

“I-I want your seed. Your baby. You. Please, Seb- fuck,” she cried out. 

Deft fingers found her clit. Still so sensitive from how he’d already made her quake. Sebastian circled the swollen nub and her head tipped back in a husky moan. Grinding her hips against him, Glistening with a thin sheen of sweat everywhere their bodies were intertwined. 

“You're going to look so perfect. So bloody beautiful carrying our child. My child.”

She gasped as that familiar feeling pooled in her core. “Fuck- Seb please. I'm close.” 

“Fuck I can feel you. So tight - around my cock. Let go for me, my love. And I will ah - for you,” Sebastian groaned into the shell of her ear. 

Despite his vision blurring as Sebastian teetered so close to the edge of nirvana, he couldn't tear his eyes from their reflection. He doubted there was a more mesmerising and all-consuming sight than watching her come completely undone. Head tipped back all words stolen by how expertly he fucked her so a tune to her body. Beads of sweat clung to every curve and dip on her. 

Shimmering. Beautiful. His .

Teasing faster circles over her still-swollen clit. Bucking into her hard and faster. Biting down on his lip so hard he tasted the metallic tang of blood on his tongue as he desperately held back his release. A final uneven snap of his hips burying his cock deep inside her climax broke. 

She cried out suddenly; a clap of thunder announcing a storm. Like the heavens split apart and she submitted to drown in the waves of her pleasure. Nails clawing against his shoulder. Cunt tightened and spasmed as she sucked him in impossibly deeper as Sebastian followed her. Pulling her hips down as her came hard. 

Her name and filthy praise erupted from his lips in a sound he could only liken to a primal whine. Spilling his seed hot and purposeful into the deepest part of her channel. Grinding against her arse, Sebastian milked every last drop from his pulsing cock. 

Willing it to take root. 

Her body slumped against him boneless but every nerve alight and still shivering from the last throws of pleasure as her orgasm ebbed. Rasping in broken pants as she tried to recapture her stolen breath.

He kissed her cheek, tender, lovingly and with as much gentleness as Sebastian could muster with how he practically rattled with how hard his heart was hammering against his ribs; he shifted strong arms guiding her onto her side. Cock still sheathed inside of her. Unwilling to remove himself from her his mind still overcome and entirely consumed with the need to fill her with life.

Sebastian pushed his release deeper inside her with shallow thrusts. She whimpered hips bucking away from the overstimulation of the motion. He peppered soft apologetic kisses across the small bruises beginning to bloom around her throat wrapping his arms around her and cradling her body to him tighter. But Sebastian held firm. Hand pressing against her stomach a silent prayer. Willing his seed to take. 

"I love you. You're going to look so beautiful. Full of my baby," he cooed, with a languid roll of his hips. Tucking her a sweaty lock of tangled hair behind her ear. She sighed, angling her face to meet his gaze. Dishevelled. Swollen lipped. Beautiful. Her soft crooked and familiar yet it still takes his breath away. 

He'd once thought the greatest thing he could do was burn the world for her. But now he knew - It was to build one. 

A life. A legacy. One that they forged and fought for together. Everything, as long as it was with her. 

Despite his efforts to keep her full of him, he could already feel it leaking out around his shaft, hot and slick, coating her thighs. The crown of his cock dragged over her sweet spot before pushing his further in. “In fact - why stop at one this time? Twins do run in my family.”

“I don't think that's how it works-” she stuttered. But her core clenched greedily around his cock. Still stiff and firmly inside of her, it twitched with approval. 

“Care to test the theory?”

[pucksandpower]

Grid Kids: y/n pregnency!!

Grid Kids: Bun in the Oven

Sebastian Vettel x wife!Reader x platonic!drivers

Summary: moments with the grid kids during your pregnancy

Series Masterlist

Kicking Up a Storm

“Did the little one just ...” Charles’ eyes widen as he pulls back his hand abruptly from where it had been resting on your stomach.

Lando, lounging on the other side of the room with a video game controller in hand, smirks, “Did what? Tried to escape? Can’t blame it, considering the rest of its siblings."

You swat playfully at Lando as Max and George, engrossed in assembling a nursery chair, look up in anticipation. “Come on, let us feel!” Max pleads, abandoning the chair pieces on the floor.

As everyone gathers around, taking turns to gently place their hands on your baby bump, you feel a flutter, a gentle kick responding to their touch. The room fills with gasps of wonder and joy.

“Feels like a future driver if you ask me,” George grins, looking at Sebastian, who chuckles, already imagining another Vettel on the tracks.

Lance, feeling a tad left out, decides to jump in. “Can it hear us? Hello in there, it’s your brother Lance! Remember to pick me as the fun brother, okay?”

Mick, who has been reading every pregnancy book he could get his hands on, chimes in, “You do realize the baby can’t differentiate voices yet, right?”

Lance waves him off, “Details, details.”

Cravings Are No Joke

“Pickles and chocolate? Seriously?” Max raises an eyebrow, holding up the two seemingly mismatched items as he stands in the middle of a grocery store aisle.

Lance, pushing the cart, shrugs. “Don’t question the cravings, just go with it.”

Charles, scrolling through the list on his phone, adds, “Oh and don’t forget the spicy ramen, blueberry pie, and ... pineapple pizza?”

George groans, “Pineapple pizza? Come on! Anything but that. I’m not even Italian and I’m still offended.”

Lando, with an impish grin, quips, “Remember when she wanted the mango gelato at 3 am? That was a fun drive.”

Mick chuckles, “Or the time we went to five different bakeries just to find that particular lemon cake she couldn’t live without.”

Lance pauses, looking thoughtful, “And wasn’t there a phase where she only wanted foods that were purple?”

George nods, “Yep, aubergines, purple potatoes, grapes ... I still can’t look at a plum without laughing.”

As the grid kids continue shopping, picking out items based on the rather diverse list you gave them, they share more anecdotes of the past months. The store’s other patrons watch in amusement as the young men navigate the aisles, often debating the merits of various brands or flavors, all to ensure they get it just right for you.

Later, back home, your grid kids proudly present their haul. You and Sebastian look on with affection as they lay out the eclectic mix of food.

“Did you guys get everything?” You ask, trying to hide your laughter.

Max feigns offense at being questioned, “Of course, we’re professionals.”

Sebastian leans in to whisper in your ear, “I’m just glad they didn’t try cooking this time. Remember the schnitzel incident?”

You giggle, recalling the disastrous attempt. “Of course I do. I was cleaning flour off the cabinets and ceiling for weeks. But hey, it’s the thought that counts.”

It’s a …

The preparations for your gender reveal are in full swing at the local park and your grid kids are at the heart of it. They’ve split into two factions: Team Girl, led by Charles and Lance, and Team Boy, spearheaded by Max and Lando.

Charles and Lance have laid out a series of pink challenges, including a three-legged race where participants wear pink tutus. “It’s going to be a girl, no doubt about it!” Lance proclaims confidently.

Max and Lando, on the other hand, have a blue-themed obstacle course, complete with a mini kart race. Lando, wearing a blue bandana, shouts over the ruckus, “I have no idea what you’re talking about because it’s definitely a boy.”

George has taken on the role of referee. Dressed in a striped shirt, whistle in hand, he’s ensuring that the competition remains friendly. “Remember, it’s all in good fun!” he reminds everyone, though his “Team Girl” badge suggests where his loyalties lie.

Mick, though undecided, has tie-dye patches of both blue and pink on his shirt. “I just want a healthy sibling for all of us,” he says with a gentle smile, standing back and enjoying the antics.

Sebastian, watching the chaos unfold, leans over and whispers in your ear, “Did we really think letting them plan this was a good idea?”

You laugh, “It’s a bit crazy but look at them. They’re having the time of their lives!”

The moment everyone’s been waiting for finally arrives. At the center of the park, a large, sealed box waits. As you and Sebastian approach, the grid kids form a circle around it, their playful banter coming to a halt.

With a shared look of excitement, you both pull on the ribbon. The box flaps open, releasing a cloud of ... green smoke?

The park erupts in a mixture of laughter and confusion.

Max looks baffled, “Green?”

Charles chuckles, “Guess neither team wins today!”

Lando, trying to waft away the smoke, jokes, “Alien? Oh my god, you’re having an alien!”

Mick wraps an arm around you, “Like I said, as long as it’s healthy.”

You smile, nestling into Sebastian’s side, “We thought we’d keep everyone guessing for a little longer.”

False Alarm

“Sebastian! The baby! I think it’s happening!” You exclaim, feeling a sudden tightening in your abdomen.

Sebastian, who was in the middle of mediating a lively debate with Max and Charles over who will be the baby’s favorite brother, nearly trips over the rug in his rush to get to you. “Okay, okay, okay. Deep breaths, in and out.”

Lance, eyes wide as saucers, frantically begins googling “how to deliver a baby” on his phone while George starts making a list of things needed for the hospital. “Towels! We need towels, right?”

Lando is somewhere on another planet, muttering to himself, “This isn’t happening. I am not ready to see a baby being born. Nope, nope, nope.”

Mick tries to restore some order. “Calm down everyone. Y/N, are you sure it’s really labor?"

Before you can respond, Charles bursts through the door, holding a bucket of ice. “I read somewhere you might need ice. Here!”

You laugh through the discomfort, appreciating the chaos ensuing because of your grid kids’ concern. "Actually guys, I think it’s just Braxton Hicks. False alarm.”

A collective sigh of relief sweeps the room. Sebastian, still slightly pale, pulls you into a hug, “You sure know how to keep things exciting.”

Lance looks up from his phone, “What’s Braxton Hicks?”

“It’s like a rehearsal for the real thing,” George explains, folding up his hastily made list.

Max, trying to regain his cool, smirks, “Well, if that was a rehearsal, the main event is going to be epic.”

You chuckle, patting your belly, “Guess the little one just wanted to see how quickly you all could jump into action.”

Putting the “Student” in “Student Drivers”

As you and Sebastian sit on the couch, going over your prenatal class schedule, a curious George peeks over. “What’s that? Are those the birthing classes?”

You nod, “Yep! We’re starting next week. It’ll help us prepare for the big day.”

Suddenly, Charles pops up beside George, eyes widening in interest. “Can we come?”

“That sounds cool! I’ve always wondered what those classes are like.” Lando chimes in from where he’s keeping an ear out in the kitchen.

Sebastian looks a bit overwhelmed, “I thought it was just going to be the two of us.”

Lance joins the group, scrolling through a magazine article about celebrity dads attending birthing classes. “Look at this! It’s a thing now. We could all go and support you both.”

Max adds, “Besides, we’re family. We’ve been there through everything else. Why not this?”

“Do they even allow so many people to join?” Mick ponders.

You can’t help but laugh at the eager faces in front of you. “I never thought I’d have to bring an entourage to a birthing class.”

Sebastian rubs his temples. “Okay, how about this? We’ll ask the instructor if it’s okay. If they allow it, you guys can join on one condition.”

Lando bounces on his toes, “What’s that?”

“No teasing or making jokes during the class. We’re there to learn and be supportive.”

Charles nudges Max, “That’s mainly directed at you.”

Max fakes innocence. “Me? I would never!”

You shake your head, “Alright, I’ll call tomorrow and see if our little ... or rather large group can attend.”

Your grid kids cheer, excited about the new adventure. As they scatter, already planning and discussing among themselves, Sebastian leans over to whisper in your ear, “This baby is already turning our world upside down and they’re not even here yet.”

You smile and squeeze his hand, “With this family, every moment is an adventure.”

***

The birthing center’s usual tranquil ambiance is slightly offset by the excited chatter of the grid kids as you all enter. The instructor, a calm and composed woman named Clara, raises an eyebrow at the large group but doesn’t comment. After all, it’s not every day that half of the Formula 1 grid walks into her class.

The session starts with everyone introducing themselves. Most couples share sweet stories of their relationship journey. When it's your turn, Sebastian starts, “I’m Sebastian, this is my wife, Y/N,” he pauses, motioning to the group, “and these are ... our sons.”

The room erupts in chuckles. One of the expectant mothers quips, “That’s a lot of kids! You two have been busy!”

Clara moves on with the class, demonstrating breathing techniques. Everyone’s earnest attempt to follow along results in a mix of deep breathing, snorts, and a few stifled laughs. At one point, Max, struggling to get the rhythm right, looks over at Lando and mutters, “I feel like I’m preparing to go underwater.”

When it comes time for practicing labor positions, the grid kids enthusiastically volunteer. George and Charles end up demonstrating a position, with George playing the supporting partner and Charles the laboring mom-to-be. The sight of Charles leaning into George, pretending to be in labor, has the room laughing, especially when Charles exaggerates with dramatic moans.

Lance and Mick take a turn next and when Lance offers words of encouragement to “pregnant” Mick, saying, “You’re doing great, sweetie,” you almost fall off your chair laughing.

Towards the end of the class, Clara demonstrates the use of a birthing ball. Lando decides to take a leap onto one only to bounce off, crashing into Max and sending both of them tumbling to the ground. The room is in stitches.

Despite their hilarious antics, your grid kids genuinely try to grasp the concepts, asking thoughtful questions and engaging in the exercises.

As the class wraps up, Clara approaches you with a smile. “I must say, this has been the most ... lively class I’ve ever taught.”

You grin, “That’s one way to put it.”

She chuckles, “But it’s clear they all care deeply for you and want to support you both in any way they can.”

Sebastian nods, wrapping an arm around you, “We’re very lucky to have them.”

For Real This Time

Lando and Charles are in the middle of a heated argument over the best way to make a sandwich (complete with props and charts) when you suddenly feel a warm sensation. Looking down, your eyes widen. “Uh, guys?”

“What is it?” Sebastian jumps up right away.

You swallow, “I think my water just broke.”

For a moment, there’s stunned silence. Then … mayhem.

Max yells, “To the car! Now!” while Lance scrambles to grab the pre-packed hospital bag.

George accidentally knocks over a vase in his attempt to find your phone. “Sorry! We can clean that up later, right?”

Mick tries to maintain calm, “Everyone, deep breaths, remember the class?”

Lando, eyes wide, mutters, “This is nothing like the class.”

Upon arriving at the hospital, the reception area becomes a scene of organized chaos. As Sebastian wheels you in, the grid kids follow in a flustered procession.

A nurse at the reception desk blinks in surprise. “Is there a convention in town?”

Mick, panting slightly, replies, “No, just family.”

Lando adds, “The biggest family you’ve ever seen.”

Another nurse, recognizing some of the faces, chuckles, “Formula 1 drivers in the maternity ward? Now I’ve seen everything.”

Inside, as the medical team preps you, the grid kids stand outside, pacing and nervously waiting. They take turns peeking through the small window, offering waves and thumbs-up.

Sebastian holds your hand and doesn’t complain once as you grab back hard enough to break every bone in it, “You know, I’ve faced pressure on the track but this ... this is on another level.”

You chuckle, squeezing his hand, “Just remember, I’m doing the hard part.”

Soon enough, after what feels like both a minute and a lifetime, the beautiful cry of your newborn fills the room. Your grid kids, hearing the sound, cheer loudly, causing several nurses to hush them.

Charles, tears in his eyes, says, “We’re big brothers now. Like, for real.”

“Wait,” Lando interjects, “aren’t you already a big brother?”

“Shush mate, let me have this moment.”

Max rolls his eyes but smiles, “Welcome to the family, little one. We’re a bit crazy but we already love you so much.”

[treacheryinblue]

「 ON DISPLAY 」 noah sebastian ⨯ f!reader

▷ chapter one

noah is your neighbor and your new favorite view thanks to his lack of curtains. you're pretty sure he prefers it this way. but the man you've created in your imagination is nothing like reality and you soon find yourself falling prey to a past lifestyle you had been desperately on the run from. trigger warnings : language, eventual smut, violence, mention/flashbacks of abuse, alcohol and drug use, sexual harassment/assault (nongraphic). word count : 6.2k comment to be added to the tag list for future chapters!

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“Goddamn. This apartment just got so much better.”

Your mouth fell agape after you followed your best friend’s gaze until you were both staring across to the window opposite of yours. With only a narrow walkway separating the two apartment buildings, it gave you a perfect view into the curtainless home. 

A man stood in the living room, shirtless, his torso of tattoos on display for you to gawk at. Your eyes trailed the bits of bare skin slowly, pausing just where his black athletic shorts sat low on his hips. He was doing some stretches that you immediately recognized as yoga poses. Not your workout of choice but who were you to judge when your breakfast that morning had been a stale bag of Doritos? 

“Fuck…I didn't know yoga could be so hot.” 

Both you and Melinda - Mel - took synchronized steps closer before kneeling onto your couch, elbows resting on the back ledge for comfort. 

“Should we be watching him like this? I mean…doesn't it make us kinda creepy?”

Mel shrugged, her palms shifting to cradle her chin as she stared adoringly at your way too hot neighbor. “Nah, it's fine. It would only be creepy if he was watching you work out.”

“Sounds a little hypocritical.” 

“He's the one half naked in front of an open window!” She motioned dramatically to the lack of coverings on the floor to ceiling windows of his apartment. “He's asking to be watched.” 

With a roll of your eyes you could only laugh, head shaking at your friend. You weren't going to touch on that specific topic with her because Mel could be rather sensitive at times. The last thing you needed after enduring the stress of moving was to have a petty argument break out. 

“Shit, I gotta go. I'd love to sit and watch this absolutely stunning show all day, but Madam Roslyn needs her brat’s dry cleaning.”

Your nose scrunched at the mention of Mel's boss. She used the term ‘Madam’ in mockery towards the horrid woman, although that's how Roslyn preferred to be addressed. She clearly didn't view it as laughable as the rest of the city did when referring to a millionaire with two ridiculously evil twins. 

“Tell Satan and Lucifer ‘hi’ for me.” 

“You do know that's pretty redundant, right?”

“Yeah, but I don't care. It gets my point across.” You waved her off with a motion of your hand before bringing the same hand to your lips to blow a kiss in her direction. 

“Bye, bitch! Let me know if you go fuck your neighbor!” 

The request didn't even warrant a response because of how unlikely that scenario actually was. Mel knew this too. She had begged you on many occasions to go out and 'stretch your legs' again aka spread them for whatever guy looked your way at a bar, and each time you did exactly the opposite. That wasn't a mistake you were going to make again. Too many scars still lingered from last time – physical and mental. 

After Mel securely closed your front door you allowed your attention to shift back out the window. Although this time when you looked out a pair of eyes were staring back at you. His hands were on his hips, his breathing slightly labored, both of you holding the other's gaze for a beat too long. Your eyes widened and you froze as you were caught in the act, but the guy only did what you could assume was a laugh from so far away, his hand then lifting in a slight wave. 

You dropped down to your couch suddenly so you were no longer visible. Your heart hammering away violently within your chest. Dammit. How fucking awkward. 

X X X 

Days were long and the nights even longer. You had managed to pick up a couple of jobs to help ease the financial burden of moving despite the hefty amount of cash stashed away beneath a pried up floorboard in your closet. It wasn't the greatest hiding place but you didn't want to risk such a large sum of money randomly going into your bank account. You feared it would trigger an alert of sorts to those you were better off without. The feeling of having to hide was exhausting and you wished more than anything that things didn't have to be this way. 

If only you had been smarter. Less naive. Not so gullible. 

You yawned as you kicked your shoes off after a tiring day of being a personal errand girl for an old man that simply went by Red. Mel had helped you get the job through her connections with Madam Roslyn and the man reminded you of your grandfather when he had been alive and well. It was an opportunity you hadn't been able to pass up. The pay was decent and he was kind enough to give you the main holidays and most weekends off. What more could you ask for in the bustling city? 

Unfortunately, his generous pay still wasn't enough to keep you afloat and comfortable in your new life. Never would you go back to skipping meals or clinging to someone because of the way they ‘took care’ of you. You were determined to do it on your own. 

“Shauna said you can get a job with her!” 

There was a fury of noise in the background of wherever Mel was, leading you to believe she had agreed to stay later with Madam Roslyn’s little terrors. Thank god you had gotten a better deal with Red’s assistant gig. Mouthy children were not your forte. 

“The Shauna who works at that one club? The one with black velvet walls?” 

“Wait…how big are your tits?” 

You paused from tugging your shirt off to look at the phone as if your best friend could see your expression from across the city. Your unamused face was from both her knack of ignoring your questions and also asking some ridiculous ones of her own. 

“Okay, whatever, doesn't matter. You're hot and have a nice ass.” Mel quickly covered as if her question hadn't caused hundreds of others to arise. 

“What the hell kind of job is this? But I can't leave Red anyway, not after he talked to me all day today about how his grandkids never visit anymore. Shit is depressing.” You scurried around your room while changing into your comfortable attire for the evening. Oversized tee, pajama shorts, and fuzzy socks. It didn't matter what time of the year it was because your feet were always freezing. 

“That's the beauty of it!” Mel squealed in delight from the other end of the call. “It's a nighttime gig. I think she said she goes in around eight and gets off at two –”

“In the morning?!” 

“I know you aren't worried about getting your beauty rest. I've seen you party all night and rally for work with fifteen minutes of sleep on the bus.” 

Okay, she had you there. You were the queen of functioning with little to no sleep. It was both a blessing and a curse. 

“Maybe. I guess. I'll have to see what kind of availability I'd be able to give.” 

With one hand carrying your phone and the other clutching a box of crackers, a pack of cheese tucked into your elbow, you came to an abrupt halt in front of your couch. Right across the currently empty sidewalk was your hot neighbor…naked…with a girl pressed against the glass. Her back was to you and her legs wrapped securely around his hips, that of which were currently ricocheting between her thighs at a rapid pace. Your eyes widened, the words you had been about to speak to Mel dying on your tongue to leave nothing but the sound of her trying to grab your attention. 

“Hello? Helloooo?” 

“He's fucking a girl right now.”

“What? Who? Oh my god! Hot neighbor?!” 

You nodded, and even though Mel couldn't see you she still erupted in excitement as if she was standing right beside you and witnessing the act as well. 

“What does she look like? Is she hot too? I bet he bags all the tattooed baddies.” 

“All I can see is the back of her head and her ass, Mel. I don't know.” 

The phone in your hand was set down after you switched it to speaker, your “girl dinner” also dropping to the couch to be tended to in a few. You were frantically trying to close your curtains to give him some privacy whether he wanted it or not, but your sudden movements must've somehow garnered his attention. 

Just as you were about to fully close your curtains his head tilted in your direction, your eyes meeting again just as they had a few days prior, but this time over the unaware girl’s shoulder. And just like then, you froze. His thrusts slowed to a pace that you just knew had to be agonizingly torturous, though you could tell by the rippling of the girl's ass that he was still being rather rough. A faint smirk tugged at his lips…or what you assumed was a smirk due to the distance between your windows. No, you were pretty sure he was smirking at you. Had he even been waiting for you to appear and see the show? 

Okay, so hot neighbor was smug as hell. You couldn't say you were surprised by that. Just the eye contact you two held was enough to drive a warmth through the entirety of your body, more specifically right between your thighs. A chill even radiated down your spine despite your flushed skin and you briefly found yourself wondering what it was like to currently be that girl pressed against his window. 

“Flash your tits! Maybe he’ll invite you over to join!” 

“Melinda!” You hissed, the screech of the curtains finally coming together to block out the scene interrupting your scolding. 

“Fuck. This guy has got to get some blinds or something.” 

Later that night while in bed, your hand had drifted down between your thighs to help ease the tension that had grown rather quickly all thanks to that damned smirk. 

X X X 

There were times when you were alone that you let your thoughts get the best of you. Your overthinking had become less and less controlled until it ate you up, leaving your cuticles in tatters and the constant sound of your foot tapping against the hardwood floor had become the soundtrack of your life. You were terrified constantly. There were so many things that could go wrong that you were truly just waiting for the pin to drop because you knew it would eventually, it was just a matter of when. 

When would you be found? When would you make the single dumb decision that would change your life forever? When would you end up six feet under at the hands of the people you were once involved with? 

Living with these thoughts day to day wasn't healthy. You knew this. You didn't need to pay some $500 an hour specialist to recite the obvious, nor did you need to sit around in a circle and reveal your deepest thoughts to strangers in a support group that only had fake sympathies to offer. This was something you could handle on your own, or so you liked to constantly remind yourself. If your past had told you anything, it was that you couldn't rely on anyone but yourself anyway. 

You took in a deep breath, held it, and then slowly exhaled while counting backwards from ten. The trick didn't work as well as it used to but you were still hopeful with every attempt. It was your first day off in over a week and while your body desperately needed the rest, your brain was still going a million miles a minute. There was a bottle of overpriced wine you had yet to touch that was living in your fridge, that of which could easily take the worries away, but you resisted. That was only a temporary fix. 

As you shifted your position on the couch for the first time in two hours, you couldn't stop your gaze from drifting out the window. Most of the time he was never there, obviously off living his life to the fullest and unconcerned about you, the strange woman who creepily watched him. But much to your surprise, there he sat. He appeared to be alone from the glimpse you took, his long body spread out on his couch in a mimic of your own. Maybe he felt your eyes on him or maybe he had been curious about you as well because after only a couple of seconds his head lifted and angled perfectly for where you sat.

Like every time before, he didn't shy away from your stare. You decided to follow his lead and not look elsewhere either. You could even feel the faintest smile appearing over your lips, a friendly acknowledgement that you saw him and also saw him seeing you.

Hot neighbor’s eyebrows pulled together slightly and his head nodded upwards, a curious expression working over his features. You figured he wanted to know what you were doing, so you promptly lifted your book so he could see the spread pages. It wasn't like he had to know that you hadn't flipped a single one in a good hour. He nodded, his face now reading as impressed. A brief moment later and he was exchanging the same information with you, allowing you to see the notebook and pen held within his hands. A writer? How interesting. 

It was amazing what could be communicated without words. 

Long, drawn out seconds later, you both returned to your own lives, but you still occasionally found yourself glancing to his curtainless window. 

X X X 

“H-O-T-T-O-G-O! You can take me hot to go!” You loudly sang with the group crowded into your apartment, all of you tossing your hands up along with the lyrics in the way Chappell Roan had bestowed upon you. 

Surely you would get a fine for being so loud but you and Captain Morgan couldn't care less. At that moment you were having the time of your life for the first time in months and that's what was important to you. Not work. Not the dark cloud looming over your head. Nothing but having the best fucking time before reality set in. 

Mel danced up against you as you ground your hips into Dean, one of your other friends who always had the best manicures and didn't know what a “full length shirt” was. If he wasn't showing off his abs then what was the point of life? All his words. 

“Order up, I'm hot to goooo!” You tossed your hair around and dragged your hands along the length of your body, paying special attention to your chest and hips - both of which were accentuated in the dress you wore. 

How had you ever thought throwing a “house warming” party would be a bad idea? God, sober you was such a fucking drag sometimes. Parties were fun as hell and you made a silent pledge to yourself right then to have them more. 

As your fingertips dragged along your thighs, hiking the hem of your dress up a bit in the process, you felt your body becoming abnormally warm. Alcohol always made you flush but this was a different sensation, one that had only recently become known to you. You wanted to look around your apartment because you would've sworn he was in the same room as you, simply watching you dance and have a good time. No way could his stare be this powerful from all the way in the apartment building opposite of yours. 

But alas, you were wrong. 

Your glitter dusted eyes drifted to your window where twinkling lights had been hung. You could just barely make out the image of his silhouette across the walkway, one hand in his pocket as the other arm rested against the glass above his head. Thanks to his eyes acting like actual fingers, you didn't need to question the possibility of what he was focused on. You could feel every trace along your heated skin.

Although he was a distance away, you were imagining that he was right across the room. Watching you. Devouring you. Dean wandered off to join a duo he excitedly greeted as they walked in, leaving the front of your body on full display for hot neighbor. Your hips continued to sway while your hands trailed along your body, one paying special attention to your breasts as the other slowly lowered back down to where the short hem of your dress rested at the top of your thighs. You imagined him licking his lips and raising his eyebrows for you to continue, silently challenging you to put on more of a show for him. 

It didn’t matter how many people were in your apartment and could see you because everything you did in that moment was for him and only him. 

Ever so slowly your fingers dipped beneath your dress to trace along your inner thigh to tease him, and also yourself in the process. You didn't think it was possible for his gaze to become even heavier but you swore it drank you in and swallowed you up. The hand on your chest pushed up against your breast and your fingers dug into the ample flesh, threatening to tug the fabric down and bare yourself to him. Every inch of your body was aflame, your nerves screaming to be touched by his heavily tattooed hands you had daydreamed of on more than one occasion. 

You had no idea what it was about this man that had you in such a chokehold. Everything about him was unknown to you, yet you still craved him. Maybe even more than you had ever desired anyone before. 

The sound of your name being repeated pulled you from your trance until you had no choice but to rip your gaze from his. The music blasting through your apartment came flooding back in and you were suddenly aware of where you were again, as well as all the people surrounding you. Thankfully it didn't seem as if anyone had noticed your little bout of hypnosis. 

“We need towels!” Mel was calling to you from over the music, motioning towards the kitchen where an obnoxiously drunk guy appeared to have knocked over an entire bottle of Tito’s Vodka. The liquor was puddled on the floor, shards of glass glistening in the liquid it previously housed. 

“Son of a bitch,” you grumbled before yelling back to Mel an explanation of where she could find some spare towels. Maybe you should've gone to clean it up yourself since you were the host but you were eager to get back to the eye fucking you had been participating in with hot neighbor. Unfortunately, when you looked back through the large windows, his apartment was empty. 

X X X

“I feel so ridiculous,” you murmured to yourself beneath your breath, following the statement up with a heavy sigh. For the tenth time you tugged at the tiny black skirt you had been provided to wear, the hem riding up your ass and cupping your cheeks in a suggestive yet desirable way. Maybe Mel had been right when she said you had a nice ass. Too bad it had taken your physical discomfort for you to realize this. 

A blonde woman that appeared to be a few years older than you glanced your way with a snarky grimace, her eyes then rolling after taking you in. You tried not to pay any attention to her as you adjusted the straps of your top, as well as your breasts that were popping out. You had been told to wear your best bra, which you had, and now you could see why the request had been made. The uniforms at Nocturnal left very little to the imagination, but at least you were still wearing clothes. 

You couldn't say as much for the red head that was sauntering around the dressing room with her tits out without a care in the world. Damn. How were you supposed to get that amount of confidence? It wasn't that you were insecure, but being in the sort of relationship you had previously had definitely done a number on your mental state. You had been conditioned to believe that showing your body for anyone but him was one of the biggest sins. Amongst many other things but you had been trying very hard not to allow your thoughts to drift to those dark places. Something as simple as a v-neck t-shirt had earned you a reprimand on more than one occasion. 

“You're the new girl, yeah?” The attitude-filled blonde questioned while swiping eyeliner along her lower lash line. You glanced at her through the mirror you stood before, responding with only a slight nod. Her eyes looked you up and down again, a throaty laugh following her heavy gaze. “They're just going to looove you. New meat.” 

“Shut the hell up, Charlotte. Why do you always have to be so catty with the new ones?”

Shauna came strutting into the room at just the right time to prevent you from making an enemy on day one. She stood at your side, one hand on her curvy hip, the other resting upon your bare shoulder. The snarky blonde that you now knew as Charlotte simply rolled her eyes in the same exaggerated fashion again, a manicured hand waving in dismissal to Shauna. 

“Don't mind her,” Shauna leaned in a bit closer to you as if she was telling a secret but the volume of her voice never lowered. “She's just bitter because she doesn't get good tips anymore after her botched boob job. She's scared you'll take all of King’s attention. Not like she ever really had it to begin with.” 

You couldn't stop yourself from laughing despite your attempt to stifle it. Charlotte shot a glare at you, her fist tightening around her curling iron that she was using to touch up portions of her hair. 

“Oh, please. She's clearly not experienced enough to draw his eye. I'm not worried.” 

“Who's King?” You looked back and forth between the two women, your confusion beyond evident. Charlotte again chuckled, her tongue swiping over her plump lips while giving Shauna a look that read as 'seriously?’. 

“As I said, I'm not worried.” 

“So grouchy,” Shauna whispered while giving your shoulder a squeeze. You couldn't help but to notice how they both ignored your question. “But you look amazing! I knew you'd fit right in around here.” 

“What did she mean by all of that? Who's going to love me?” As far you knew, this was supposed to be a simple waitressing gig at a club. Sure, there was a room towards the back that housed the nude dancers but you had made it very clear that wasn't going to be your area. 

Shauna smiled kindly at you, soft laughter emitting from her. “She probably just meant the regulars,” she explained as she took your hand and began to lead you out of the dressing room. “They're the best tippers and are always on a first name basis with the girls. A few can get a little handsy but they know the servers are off limits. They have to go to the back rooms for that.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in further confusion but you didn't dare voice your questions. While you weren't naive when it came to this sort of “scene”, you also weren't well versed in it. All you really knew was what you had seen from movies and read in your books, as well as the conversations you'd eavesdrop in on between your ex and his pals. Never did you think you'd actually be a part of any of it. 

Shauna dragged you along to the bar off to the side. The music was loud enough that you couldn't even hear yourself think, so you had no idea how you were supposed to take drink orders in this place. Bodies were already piled in, all of them dancing and swaying to the music, tabletops filled with those enjoying the scenery and atmosphere. Nothing too out of the ordinary so far in comparison to waitressing jobs in the past. Those had been at family friendly restaurants, but how different could it really be? 

“I'm going to start you off with a couple of lower tables, okay? Only until you get the hang of it.” Shauna had her mouth close to your ear as she explained things, aiding in your inability to read her lips well enough. 

“I'm just taking drink orders, right? It can't be too bad.” You shrugged, a notepad and pen now in your grasp that she had passed your way. Shauna side eyed you with a smile and a slow nod of her head, silently communicating that she wasn't too sure about that. 

“Only thing you really need to know is that you've gotta smile and be friendly! These guys aren't dropping hundreds of dollars to be served by a witch with a stick up her ass. No matter how nice it may be. They like attention and thinking they have a shot with you, even though they have zero chances.” Shauna’s laughter continued as her eyes traveled along what appeared to be business men along the opposite side where the more private booths were located. “But like you said, it can't be too bad, yeah?” 

Oh, how wrong you had been. Only a couple of hours in and your feet were already aching, your black top damp and chest sticky from the drink you had recently spilled on yourself, and your frustrations were rising by the minute. It didn't help that Charlotte had decided to steal one of your main tables, leaving you with only one, as well as a couple of small bar tops. Despite your overwhelmed demeanor, the club never stopped filling. More and more bodies pressed together and you swore the music had also been cranked higher, the lights dimmed red to further set the vibe. Fuck, you were going to crash and burn on only your first night. 

“Hey!” A whistle garnered your attention, your head quickly turning to the bartender whose name you still hadn't caught. “Can you take these to VIP?” He slid a couple of glasses your way and then began to take the order of another patron before you could even reply. Your mouth opened and closed in an attempt to explain that you weren't serving VIP that night. You didn't even know where the hell VIP was. 

“Up those steps and to the right!” The same red head from the dressing rooms earlier sauntered by you while carrying a tray of empty glasses that she quickly disposed of and replaced with fresh drinks. She was no longer naked, instead adorned in the same uniform as every other waitress. 

“I…Shauna told me to stay on the lower levels,” you tossed back nervously, shaking your head. 

“Look, we're swamped! Just take the drinks up and then I'll take VIP again after I drop these off. Easy!” Then, just like the bartender, the red head was disappearing before you could respond. 

You looked at the drinks, the winding stairs that lead to the VIP level, and then back to the drinks. The glasses were already starting to sweat so you knew you had a narrow window before they became too watered down. With a deep breath, you snatched up the drinks and strutted towards the steps with as much confidence as your exhausted limbs could muster. Which, honestly, wasn't much. 

One step was cautiously taken after another, the music fading the higher you ascended. You sighed in relief when your ability to hear just yourself again resurfaced and you suddenly realized why VIP was so sought after by all the waitresses. You knew it couldn't be solely because of the tips you were likely to secure. It was also the peace of mind. 

VIP was darker than the lower levels because the lights shifting through the space never angled correctly to douse it in much color. You figured this was done with a purpose. The back perimeter was lined with black leather sectionals, glass tables centered in front of each one, and there was a railing that allowed patrons to overlook the lower level. Since this wasn't a very party-heavy area, you couldn't help but to assume it's where business took place. You had been in spaces like this many times before finding your way to this city. The thought made you uneasy because “business” sometimes meant paperwork and meetings, but it could also mean something more violent. 

Three men sat off to the right, two of them smoking cigars while the other fidgeted with something in his hand. A coin, by the looks of it. Silence overtook them when one noticed you, his eyes immediately raking over your body. It felt nothing like it did when hot neighbor did the same. Both were strangers but there was something about this particular unknown man you didn't care for. He was older, which wasn't the problem, it was more so the dead look in his eyes. 

“My sincerest apologies for the delay, gentleman,” you smiled while laying it on thick. 

“Where's Dana?” 

The man to the right spoke up, his disdain towards you quite obvious. You figured Dana was the red head you had spoken to at the bar, or so you were going to safely assume. “She’s briefly tied up with another table. She'll be right back with you. Until then, can I get you anything else?” You forced a smile, the sweetest possible in the moment. 

“Yeah,” the same rude man took a swallow from his drink and then motioned for you to step closer. “Come here. I haven't seen you before. I'd remember.” 

There was no hesitation in your motions as you closed the space between yourself and the man, no matter how uneasy he made you. Nothing had happened to make you believe he was outwardly dangerous, although you could see right through him. You knew he was the type that liked to destroy others. It was written in his eyes and the $20,000 watch hanging from his wrist. 

“What's your name?” 

Shit. Shauna had told you earlier to make up an alias for yourself and you had been too caught up with actually working that you had forgotten. She explained it was for safety but also because it could be fun to play someone else. You didn't tell her you were already doing as much and it wasn't nearly as fun as the club assumed. 

“Genevieve,” you slowly drawled. The name of your late grandmother. Oh how she’d get a kick out of this. 

The man smirked through a cloud of smoke, his lifeless eyes again looking you up and down. “Genevieve. How beautiful.” He was suddenly reaching out for you, his hand grasping your wrist to pull you closer. Keeping a hold of your wrist, he set his drink aside to free the other so he could grope along your hip and down the side of your exposed thigh. You softly gasped in shock but you didn't jerk away like your mind was screaming at you to do. Instead you stood frozen, fear shuddering through your veins. 

“Hasn't the boss and his right hand already warned you about touching the servers?” One of the other men laughed as if you were nothing more than an object for their enjoyment. In their eyes that's exactly what you were. 

Dead Eyes kept his focus on you, his rough fingertips still trailing your thigh. “Fuck the boss and his little bitch boy. What's his name? King? Kid thinks he runs this place.” 

Tears threatened to well in your eyes but you refused to let your fear show. That's what men like these wanted. They craved to feel the power they held over others, but especially women. It made them feel special in their minuscule lives. In reality, it made them weak. 

The man you stood before halted the motion of his hand just as it grazed the back of your thigh and threatened to disappear beneath your already barely-there skirt. His eyes were now looking past you, annoyance showing in his hollow gaze before his hand fell from your body. He dropped your wrist with a force while simultaneously pushing you back an inch. 

“You were already given a warning, Marcus. Two, if I remember correctly.” A new voice greeted your ears, yet you were still too frozen to turn and see who it belonged to. You could feel his eyes, though. It was so familiar. Heavy. “But here you are, still harassing the staff.” 

A figure stepped around you, gently nudging you back a few more steps. He was much taller than you with dark hair, his outfit black on black, at least from what you could tell from behind. There was something about him that commanded the attention of the room and you were more than willing to give it to him. So much that you hadn't even noticed the way he was leaning closer to the man now known as Marcus, his body slightly bent and an extended hand holding something to the repulsive man's neck. A peek to the left and you could just barely see the black splotches of ink that covered his own hand. 

“Why do you insist on touching what doesn't belong to you?” His voice lowered, the words being hissed in a threatening manner. “Don't make me remind you again just who here is the real bitch boy.” 

Marcus murmured something that sounded like an agreement, maybe an apology, which was apparently enough for the man because he stood back to his full height and then closed the knife you hadn't previously realized he was in possession of. As he turned to the side you could see the bright red line of blood that was sliced into Marcus' neck - his punishment. The wound was shallow, definitely not deadly, but you figured it got his point across. 

The man was then facing you and you slowly raised your attention to him. Your breath caught in your throat and recognition flared in your eyes. You were sure the brief shock you saw in his gaze mimicked your own, though his was fleeting and quickly returned back to the hardened glare. 

Hot neighbor. 

“I'll be sure to mention to the boss that we had a talk tonight, gentlemen.” The man spoke to the small group without so much as a glance back to them. His attention was too focused on you, his hand placed on the middle of your back to help guide you around and towards the spiral staircase. You assumed he was going to leave you once you began your descent but he was right on your heels for the entirety of the trek, only pausing once you nearly reached the lower level. 

Lightly grasping your arm, he gave a gentle tug to bring you closer before you could scurry away. “I think a 'thank you’ is in order.” You could hear the smile in his voice, as if this situation was amusing to him. Maybe it was. You knew next to nothing about him so it wasn't as if you could truly gauge his reaction. 

“I didn't need your help,” you fired back. You didn't like to be told what to do by men on a power trip. Not anymore. “I could've handled it myself.”

“Really?” His smile widened and his posture dipped so your eyes could better meet through the darkness. “Because it looked to me like you were a frightened deer caught in the headlights. Very consistent for you.” 

At least he was admitting that he knew who you were without truly saying it. You had given him the same look from your apartment window on multiple occasions now. 

You remained silent, your eyes burrowing into his instead of trailing along his face like you desperately felt the need to. For reasons unknown you wanted to memorize every little detail and carry the memory with you forever. It didn't matter that you knew you should be somewhat afraid of him after the physical threat he placed upon Marcus. The idea of him doing the same to you never even crossed your naive mind. 

When you still didn’t respond, but also refused to back down, he returned to his full towering height over you and dropped his smile. It was like he had pulled a mask over his face to be whoever it was Nocturnal expected. But what did you know? This could be the true version of himself instead of the one you had been witnessing from your window for over a month. 

“Run along, little deer,” he gently spoke, his tone condescending, just before disappearing back up the spiral staircase. 

CHAPTER TWO

[hazelsallow]

Piercing Pain

Part 2 and 3 is coming soon! Ask and I’ll tag you!

Words: 2100

Summary: Sebastian loses a bet and has to get his dick pierced. 🖤

Tags: comedy, frenemies, sexual tension, kissing, your pov, aged up characters, Omi is a shitty friend, if you squint real hard you can see a bit of dark!Sebastian

[Ao3]

. ⊹₊°✧ ───── ༻ʚ♡︎ɞ༺ ───── ✧°₊⊹ .

It was Friday night and you had only gone out for a couple of drinks with your girlfriends, but somehow you now found yourself back at the academy, at a party with none other than your frenemy, Sebastian Sallow.

You had known him for almost a year now, since you both started at the Oak Wand Academy together. At first you had been curious about him, those dark curls and charming smile drawing you in. Not to mention his rather strong arms and muscular body.

But you had soon come to realise he was nothing but arrogant and cocky, always insisting on calling you ‘sweetheart’ and ‘love’ in that patronising way of his.

Your peers had gotten used to your strange friendship, always harassing and throwing insults at each other whenever you met in the corridors. There was always this tension between you, and oh, how you loved to hate him.

You saw him now, joking and doing shots with his usual group of followers, including that haughty looking Ominis Gaunt.

Having no energy for either of them tonight though, you nod for your friends to join you in the seating area at the back of the room.

For a while you had a really nice time, laughing and sipping drinks with your friends.

Unfortunately though, you were seated with your back against the room and did not see them approach. Suddenly, that rather husky voice of his reached your ears.

“Well, won’t you look at that.” He hunches down, arms resting on the backrest right beside your head. “Didn’t know you were here, love. Are you avoiding me?” he teases.

You sigh and glance at him from the corner of your eye. “Yes,” you state plainly.

“Aww, but I’ve been missing you so badly,” he sneers. “But I guess you’ve been busy hanging around these oddballs, huh?” He nods towards your friends.

You turn to glare at him, his freckled face dangerously close.

Your friends were no oddballs. Sure, one of them had tattoos covering her legs, and the other had a few piercings adorning her face, but they were the sweetest girls you’d ever met.

“What is your problem?” you snap at him.

“Oh, careful, Bastian. Think you hit a sore spot there,” one of his cronies sniggers.

Sebastian chuckles and tucks your hair behind your ear, knowing full well he pushed a button. “Mmm,” he hums. “But you’re so cute when you’re angry, love,” he says demeaningly.

“Shut up,” you spit at him, silently blaming the drinks for apparently having robbed you of your wit tonight.

His friends laugh mockingly, Sebastian along with them. Then he slowly drags a finger along your jawline, looking from your lips to your eyes. “Or you’ll what, sweetheart?”

Before you can stop yourself you say, “I’ll duel you.”

A low ‘Oooo’ ripples through his little group of admirers.

“A duel it is!” he calls out for the whole room to hear, standing up to demand everyone’s attention.

Sebastian was a well renowned duelist, having won the national championship with his duelling club three years in a row. No one ever dared challenge him.

Suddenly you feel everyone’s eyes on you.

You look to your girlfriends with a smug smile on your face, which they reciprocate knowingly.

The thing is, while Sebastian loves to show off and being praised for his skills, you have no craving for such attention. Meaning that no one except your friends really know of your many years of training.

To excited cheers and applause, you both step out onto the floor, and with a flick of your wands you move the furniture up against the walls.

“Let’s make this interesting, shall we?” Sebastian says, pacing back and forth before you.

You only raise an eyebrow at him.

“If I win,” his eyes make a quick dip down your body, “you suck my dick.”

His gang of followers whistles and cheers loudly.

Looking at your friends, you huff out a laugh.

He always got so daring when alcohol was involved. Then an idea forms in your head.

“Fine. But if I win… you get your dick pierced.”

He stops in his tracks, eyes widening at your sheer audacity.

His friends spurs him on, shouting, “it’s an easy win!” and “show her who’s boss, Sallow!“

Sebastian smirks at them, you can tell he loves the attention.

“Sure,” he huffs, “it’s not like you stand a chance anyway.” He leans in towards you. “Can’t wait to feel those luscious lips wrapped around me, sweetheart,” he taunts, licking the corner of his lips.

His self assertiveness pisses you off immensely.

As does the way he looks at you, making you wanna lick his lips for him.

“Actually, since you’re so sure, why don’t we up the stakes?” you challenge him. “If I win, you get a frenum ladder.”

“A what?” he asks.

“A frenum ladder. Three piercings in a row… like a ladder along your shaft.” You tilt your head with a wicked little grin.

His smile falters a bit, you can see the dilemma going through his mind. He can’t back down now, not with everyone watching, eagerly anticipating his counter bid.

“Fine.” He says, a dark look in his eyes. “But if I win, I get to tie you up and have my way with you.”

You scoff at his request. “You’re on.”

You take your places while the crowd roars with excitement.

“What will it be, Sallow? Pleasure or pain?” you taunt.

He raises his wand. “Pleasure, love” he says with a confident grin.

─ ༻ʚ♡︎ɞ༺ ─

Not even 15 minutes later he lays on his back sprawled on the floor, the air knocked out of him and a look of pure shock on his face.

“Guess that means I win,” you grin down at him. “That’ll teach you not to patronise me, Sallow.”

His friends gather to care for him as the rest of the crowd resume their partying.

You are too busy celebrating with your friends to hear Ominis’ poor attempt at comforting words, saying, “Well, it can’t be worse than the cruciatus curse…”

Dread spreads across Sebastian’s face as realisation dawns on him.

─ ༻ʚ♡︎ɞ༺ ─

The next day at noon you happily stroll along the corridor down to the boys dormitories.

You reach the room that Sebastian and Ominis share and knock.

It takes a while before Ominis opens the door. His hair is on end and he looks thoroughly hungover.

“Hi,” you say hesitantly.

He simply mumbles “Seb, it’s for you,” before returning to his bed.

You hear Sebastian groan as he gets up.

He’s wearing nothing but pyjama bottoms as he comes to lean on the doorframe, crossing his arms. You feel your cheeks grow hot as he towers over you.

“What?” he asks with a raspy voice.

He looks just as hungover as Ominis, with his messy hair and sleepy eyes.

“I’m here to remind you of the bet,” you say.

He rolls his eyes. “It was just a silly bet, something to entertain the boys with,” he says, grabbing the door as if to close it. “Go away, I’m tired.”

You swiftly move to stand between him and the door, suppressing the urge to put a hand on his chest.

“I don’t think so,” you say. “If I had lost you would have had me pay my debt and have the whole school know it.”

He looks at you menacingly, clearly not in the mood for your usual sparring.

“She’s got a point,” you hear Ominis’ drowsy voice say. “Don’t wanna be branded a coward, do you?”

“Whose side are you on?” Sebastian hisses into the dark room.

He glares at you, but you just stare right back.

“Fine,” he says reluctantly. “Tell me when so I can get back to bed. I need my rest, woman.”

“I booked you an appointment at 3:30,” you say happily.

“What, today?” he asks, suddenly wide awake.

“Yes, today,” you smile sweetly. “Meet me in the entrance hall at 3:15 and I’ll take you to the studio. Why don’t you bring Ominis along for support?”

“Wouldn’t miss this for the world,” you hear from within the darkness.

Sebastian looks all but pleased.

“Oh, and you might wanna drink some pepperup potion beforehand,” you say. “I imagine the experience is bad enough without being hungover.” You smile and start walking away, leaving him staring after you.

“Some friend you are,” you hear him mutter to Ominis before closing the door.

─ ༻ʚ♡︎ɞ༺ ─

You arrive at the studio on time, and you explain to the piercing artist, Josh, what you want done.

Sebastian is clearly nervous, pacing around the room, looking at the pictures on the walls with a disdainful look on his face.

When asked to take his pants and underwear off and sit down, he scowls at you.

“Come on, Sallow, take it off,” you say, relishing in his obvious discomfort.

“The faster you get it off, the faster this’ll all be over,” Ominis says, leaning against the wall, looking rather entertained.

“Do you think you could enjoy this a little bit less?!” Sebastian snarls at his friend, who only chuckles in response.

He reluctantly strips and sits down on the reclined chair. Your eyes lingers just a bit too long at his crotch and for a moment you almost wish you had lost.

“Like what you see?” Sebastian smirks, suggestively raising an eyebrow at you.

“I- I wasn’t-“

“Oh, yes you were,” he interrupts, looking awfully pleased with himself.

But his attention quickly shifts when Josh sits down beside him and lays out the needle and the three silver barbell jewellery.

Josh disinfects the area, marks up where the needle will go, and explains the process and aftercare to Sebastian.

Sebastian swallows hard, his face pale. He looks like he’s gonna pass out. Feeling a tiny bit sorry for him, you go to stand behind him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“Alright, breathe slowly and it will be easier for you,” Josh says, picking up the needle.

“Wait, wait, wait!” Sebastian shouts as Josh brings the needle to his skin.

He looks up at you with pleading eyes.

“Fuck, come on. Really?”

“You lost, Sallow. Time to pay up,” you say, gently combing your fingers through his hair.

He clenches his jaw, and looks at Josh, indicating for him to go ahead.

“Relax and breathe,” Josh reminds him.

“Aarrghhh fuuuckk!!” Sebastian screams as the needle pierces his dick, his hands grasping the seat tightly.

You hear Ominis snicker and can’t help but to do the same.

“You gotta relax, man, or you’re gonna pass out,” Josh says calmly, putting the silver barbell in place.

Sebastian shoots daggers at him, his breath ragged.

Slamming his head against the backrest, he glares at you. “I fucking hate you,” he says through gritted teeth, words dripping with venom.

You stroke his hair, and imitating his own condescending tone you say, “I know baby, I know.”

But secretly, you can’t help but to feel a bit bad for him.

“Alright, ready for the next one?” Josh asks.

Sebastian nods, clenching his jaw.

Josh brings the needle to his skin again, saying, “and breathe.”

Sebastian does not breathe. He tenses up, knuckles going white as he grips the chair growling in pain.

Ominis chuckles, “Come on, mate. It can’t be that bad.”

“One more word out of you and I’ll fucking curse you, you fucking traitor,” Sebastian spits at his friend.

Josh puts the second barbell in.

“Now, now, calm down,” you say and step to the side of his chair. Leaning down so you’re face to face, you whisper, “How about this, when you’re all healed up and good to go, I’ll let you test your new aesthetics out on me, mm?”

If looks could kill, you’d be dead on the floor.

He grabs your throat tightly, pulling you closer so your noses touch. “I’ll make it hurt for you, you bitch,” he hisses with all the hate he can muster.

A bead of sweat rolls down his forehead as he breathes heavily into your face, and giving in to your impulse, your tongue darts out to lick at his lips.

“Going in for the third,” Josh sighs, having given up on getting Sebastian to relax.

Sebastian crashes his mouth onto yours, his pained growl muffled by your rough kiss.

When it’s done, he releases you with a slight shove and tries to steady his breath.

Josh puts the last piece of jewellery in, and Sebastian finally relaxes. He looks exhausted.

He glances sideways at you and chuckles darkly. “Oh, I’ll make you regret this.”

You smile, biting your lip.

Whether a threat or a promise, you find that you don’t really care.

[lillysfiles]

First time writing in like 5 years. Just trying to get back into the swing of it , so here is this little blabble :) apologies for any mistakes or anything , if u have any comments/critiques/questions pls say :p i will probably be posting a meet the author type of thing soon im not sure though !

i am open 2 requests

but mainly i apologize if this is not done very well!! haven’t written in a very long time :)

Soft Love

In which Sebastian finds himself falling for his best friend.

2,211 words

Tags: female mc, reader insert, no use of y/n, silent pining w no relationship, 1 swear, not proofread

Sebastian Sallow was nothing short of an asshole. From his attitude to blatant disrespect for teachers and their rules. If you asked any Hogwarts student – they would tell you the same thing. Even still, he lived for the title. In fact, he seemed to long for people to fear him. He was unaffected by teachers chasing him down the halls after another potion had blown up in somebody’s (Garreth’s...) face. He lived to know that the moment he entered a room, silence would follow. He had a reputation to uphold.

You did not fear him.

Sebastian Sallow both hated and loved that.

You first met the boy in your second year at Hogwarts, both sat in detention for sneaking into the library after hours. Separately.

Since that moment, the two of you seemed to be inseparable. You were always on the same level of mischief, and this moment in time was no different.

You and Sebastian both ran down the streets of Hogsmeade, laughing loudly as a shopkeeper chased you. “Sallow!” Her voice bellowed, though her legs could not keep up with the likes of yours. Once finally out of her vision, you began to slow down to catch your breath.

Sebastian slowed as well, crossing his hands behind his head as he let out a breathy chuckle.

“We are going to be in so much trouble,” He smirked, shaking his head as the memories coursed through his mind of the past moments. You had been speaking to the worker, distracting the worker, as Sebastian charmed the likes of every item in the shop to begin dancing, shuffling around, and some items even singing loudly. It was rather obnoxious, though not to cause serious damage to the shop itself.

You let out a breathy laugh, nodding and wiping your eyes for stray tears. “I feel like we usually are,” you grinned at the brunette, meeting his eyes. He matched your grin, nodding along as you spoke. “Quite true,” He hummed, wiping the robes he wore for any dirt which might have caught on them as he ran. He looked up, watching the sky begin to shift hues to a dark blue as the sun set. He turned to the girl, smiling at her.

She was leaning against the stone bricks behind her, robes askew from running. Her hair, once done properly, now had stray hairs falling everywhere. Her cheeks were rosy, lips pulled into a wide smile – teeth showing.

Sebastian’s heart lurched.

In this moment, it was as if Sebastian really saw her for the first time. How beautiful she looked, even after running and committing stupid pranks. Even after a long day of classes. Even after she complained about how little sleep she had gotten.

She looked beautiful.

Sebastian felt as though he could be sick. His stomach was fluttering (rather uncomfortably, matter of fact), heart began to pound in his chest as he stared at her. His best friend.

His best friend.

“Sebastian?” He was snapped back into reality, the girl’s eyebrows furrowing. “Merlin, Seb, I thought you were going deaf on me. Ominis is already blind, I can’t deal with you going deaf on me,” She huffed, though her tone gave away the playfulness of it all. He swallowed, throat going dry. He blinked a few times, taking a deep breath.

“I have to go back to Hogwarts.” He spoke curtly, inwardly cursing at himself for how weird he was truly being. She raised an eyebrow, looking him up and down (Sebastian believed he could genuinely be sick...) before nodding. “Okay.” She didn’t prod. “Let's get going then, shall we?” She smiled, and for Merlin’s sake, Sebastian’s knees almost gave out. Though, for the moment, he managed to nod and smile back at the girl.

As they traveled back to Hogwarts, the girl babbled on about something which had happened in her potions class. Sebastian nodded along to her story, watching her with a strange intensity.

How long have her eyelashes looked like that? He wondered, blinking as he examined every detail of her face, long memorized from the years of friendship. Was that a new lip gloss? Her lips are so -

“Okay, can you stop staring at me like that?” She stopped walking, arms crossing over her chest. Sebastian, startled, halted to a stop with a confused look flashing on his face. “You have been acting weird.” She noted, not one to bite her tongue.

Sebastian swallowed, not sure exactly what to say. He was not exactly sure why he was acting like this in the first place. “I just...” His voice trailed off, mind racing. “Stomach. Hurts.” He managed out, making the girls eyebrows raise. Fuck. Though, instead of prodding and pressing the boy, she nodded slowly. “Okay..” She sounded unsure, beginning her walk back to the castle.

“You must have to shit.” She spoke suddenly, making Sebastian choke on his spit from the abruptness.

Hours later, Sebastian laid flat on his back on his dorm bed. His eyebrows were furrowed, his mind racing. He brought his hands up, running his fingers through the tangled hair. He sat up, shaking his head.

With a few swift motions, Sebastian was standing and shuffling his way through the common room. He began his way to the undercroft, diving in and out through students. He pulled out his wand, checking over his shoulder before reciting the incantation to enter. He huddled in, door slamming behind him. “Ominis?” He called, crawling down the stairs to see the blond sat on a couch, wand hovering over a paper. Ominis’ head snapped in the direction of Sebastian, face blank. “What is it, Sebastian?” He questioned, holding his wand up in the direction of the boy. “You seem tense,” He noted, setting his paper down, body shifting to face Sebastian.

Sebastian groaned, hands flying up to rub his eyes. “What is wrong with me?” He moaned. Ominis raised an eyebrow, though he stayed silent. “I was out earlier. I was with her,” He began, and Ominis nodded along. “And we were fucking around, and I saw her and – it was like – she looked.. good? Like, good. It was weird,” He rambled, shaking his head. He paced back and forth, shoes clicking against the stone flooring. Ominis’ head followed the sound, blinking as he listened. “It was quite strange. She was just being normal, honestly. And I just found myself staring at her, and I felt sick. My stomach. It was queasy.” He explained further, eyebrows furrowed.

Ominis stifled a small laugh, catching Sebastian’s attention. “What? What’s so funny?” The freckled boy stopped pacing, anger flashing through his eyes as his best friend laughed at him. “You. You’re what’s funny,” Ominis crossed his arms, leaning back with a grin on his face. Sebastian shook his head. “I don’t understand.”

Ominis huffed, shaking his head. His clouded eyes shifted around the room. “I just cannot believe it took you this long.” Sebastian shook his head, still confused. At the silence, Ominis huffed once more. “Merlin, Sebastian… I thought it was quite obvious you two were in love with each other. I knew you were not fully sure but I didn’t believe you were this dense.”

Sebastian sat there, stunned.

“In love with her?!”

You sat in the astronomy tower, Natsai sat across from you. She scribbled down notes as you stared out a window, face blank. “I can practically hear your thoughts.” Natty spoke up, setting her quill down to look at you. Startled, your head whips towards the Gryffindor. “What?”

Natty rolled her eyes. “Galleon for your thoughts?” She asked, simple smile falling on her face. You blinked at her a few times, leaning back against the wall. “Sebastian was acting strange earlier.” You noted, the other nodding. “How so?” She asked, making you sigh. “He was just acting… like suspicious.” You tried explaining, eyebrows furrowing.

“He kept staring at me and then he just like – shut down on me.” You further explained. Natty let out a small chuckle. You raised an eyebrow. “You really don’t know?” She questioned, making you shake your head.

Natty let out a sigh, rubbing her temples. “Oh my,” She shook her head. “You are hopeless.” You blinked, still confused. “You do know he’s in love with you, don’t you?”

Your mind went blank. In love with you. Your heart beat sped up, heat rising to your cheeks. Suddenly, every memory with him took on a new meaning. The late night study sessions, hiding in the undercroft together, skipping classes, all of it was under a new light. “Oh…” Was all that you could get out, mouth dry. You blinked hard, swallowing. “How long…” Your voice trailed off, finally looking back at Natty who had a mischievous grin on her face.

“Easily since second year.” Natty confirmed, and your jaw dropped. “Do I?” You asked. Natty nodded. “I believe you do, at least. We all assume you to.” Your eyebrows furrowed, and Natty smiled awkwardly. “Oh. Oh wow.” You finally sighed out, blinking harshly and bringing your hands to your face.

The girl across from you let out a hearty laugh, your face burning with embarrassment.

Hours later, Sebastian and Ominis sat in silence in the undercroft. It was nearing curfew, Ominis blinking away sleep as he finished writing the final line of his homework. Sebastian watched him, though his mind was occupied with other thoughts. Ominis felt the gaze, face twisting as he looked up. “Sebastian, please.” He huffed. Sebastian stood, shaking his head.

“Ominis, I have never felt as confused as I have in this moment.” The brunette started, shoulders drooping. Ominis sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Do I tell her? What do I do?” The brunette spoke again, coming closer to Ominis to shake his shoulders. Ominis groaned, startled from the touch.

“Yes, you do.” Ominis rolled his eyes. “Listen, Sebastian. What would it change anyways? You two already act like a married couple.” His arms crossed, Sebastian’s cheeks warming at the notion. He smiled sheepishly at the thought, though shook his head quickly. “I can’t,” He decided, eyebrows etched together. Ominis’ face painted with confusion. “I don’t want to ruin what we have. I tend to do that. A lot. And I don’t want to ruin her.” He mumbled, making Ominis shake his head.

“Sebastian. For you, I believe she would ruin anything.”

The following day, Sebastian slid in beside Ominis in potions class. The two convened between eachother silently, the brunettes head snapping to the door every time it opened. Finally, the girl he was most nervous to see entered. Her robes were freshly pressed, hair pulled from her face. She scurried in, sliding in beside Sebastian as she usually did. She smiled warmly at the pair, and Sebastian couldn’t help but smile back at her. His heart flurries, and every worry from the day before had washed away.

“Feeling better?” She questioned, setting her books on the table in front of her. The freckled boy nodded, smile never faltering. “Yes, I am now.” He spoke, feeling a slight nudge on his back from Ominis. He turned, seeing the blond looking at him with an eyebrow raised. He shook his head, turning back to face the girl just as Professor Sharp began speaking.

Sebastian let Sharp’s voice drown out, eyes drawn to the girl beside him. He watched her scribble down notes quickly, hair falling into her face. He bit the inside of his cheek, scanning her face with a smile rest upon his face.

“Sallow.” Sebastian’s head snapped up. “Do you care to join the rest of the class or continue to stare at those around you?” Professor Sharp questioned, all heads turning to stare at Sebastian. The boys face heated up, as he stuttered out a quick apology.

Her head lifted, sending Sebastian a small smile before Sharp began droning on once more. Sebastian began to scribble notes down following that, ears as red as his cheeks from the embarrassment.

After a long day of classes, and Sebastian acting very out of character, the trio sat in their respective spots at the Slytherin table in the dining hall. Ominis spoke with her, the girl grinning ear to ear as she sipped on her pumpkin juice. Sebastian watched the pair, smile on his face. He twiddled with the fork in his fingers, head resting in his palm. “What about you?” He was pulled back into reality, looking at her. She raised an eyebrow, obviously expecting an answer.

“Um… yes?” Sebastian questioned, making the girl giggle and roll her eyes. “Sebastian, we were talking about our favorite memories.” Sebastian blinked.

“Oh.” He mumbled out, sheepish grin on his face. Favorite memory. “Probably when Ominis almost pissed his robes when we scared him.” He teased, the blonds fair skin flushing a deep red. “I did not!” He argued, making the trio bubble into loud laughter.

Sebastian looked across the table at the girl, a smile spread upon his cheek. Between the two of them, there was a silence knowingness between them. Something nobody else could have with each other. But for now, at this moment in time, all Sebastian could do was smile at her and swallow back the feelings he held.

[racingghost]

Moodboard Week | Day 6

"Prince" and the frog AU

Sebastian sat down on the twisted old root of a tall tree. It stood close to a small water stream that flowed with so little fuss it couldn’t even be called a river.

There lived a tiny swamp creature he fondly baptized as Frog, even though one could argue it was in fact a toad. A brown, bumpy, and bored looking one at that.

“Hey frog, how’s it going?”

“Bwoah.” The toad croaked its usual response.

Sebastian was expecting it. The reason he went out of his way to visit the rendezvous spot every day was because he weirdly felt like the amphibian could understand him. Every time, the frog would croak back at whatever Seb told him, like there was a proper conversation between them.

He sighed. Probably wasn’t something to brag about, given how he struggled to talk to actual people without coming off as a massive weirdo. Heck, he was chatting with a frog, so maybe the judgement of his high school peers wasn’t completely off base. 

“That’s good.” Seb stretched his legs. “At least one of us is having a good time.”

“Bwoah.” Came the usual answer.

“Oh it’s not much.” Sebastian continued. He cared little for how nonsensical the interaction was, especially now that it’d become a habit. “It’s just that the girl I like laughed when I gave her a Valentine’s postcard.”

“Bwoah.”

Seb couldn’t say he didn’t do his best to get people laughing, but the memory of Gina’s was a tad cruel. She didn’t find him funny in a charming, whimsical way. Rather, she made it abundantly clear she thought he was delusional.

“I guess she’s cool, and pretty, and I’m… me. A geek.” He shrugged, settled with the facts. “Of course she’d laugh, can you imagine?”

“Bwoah.”

“Girls don’t like class clowns like me. I mean, look at me. I’m talking to a frog.”

“Bwoah.”

Blue eyes fell on leathery brown skin, amused. Had Frog been a cute puppy, maybe he could have gotten some positive attention, but as it was, even his choice of animal companion would send the girls running.

…Then again, there were a few fairy tales that treated frogs favorably.

“Unless, you know…” He contemplated. “I kiss you and you turn into a princess.”

“Bwoah!”

The loud croak made Sebastian laugh out loud. He knew it was stupid to give animals human attributes and imagine they felt real outrage, but sometimes the frog was so much like a person it was easy to forget it wasn’t a rational being.

“You’re right. Who would want to kiss something as gross and pimply as me.”

“🐸” It stayed silent this time.

“You won’t mind, then?” Seb leaned down to give the frog a gentle scratch with his finger. “If one of these days I get desperate enough, I might try my luck and give you a smooch.”

He had no intentions to, of course.

Little did Sebastian know that words could be prophetic.

[cursedonyx]

A huge thank you to @islayhawkin for this ask, and my sincerest apologies for taking so long to get to it. Hope this is what you had in mind!

A Loving Hand

Ominis isn’t used to being touched, and his new girlfriend decides to show him just how nice it can be by giving him his very first proper cuddle.

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: None, just enough cotton candy fluffiness to put holes in your teeth. Everyone is in 7th year and 18 years old.

Ominis Gaunt had never considered himself a fortunate man. Even the circumstances of his birth were unfortunate, and things didn’t really improve from there.

That is, until he met her.

She had been a new student in her fifth year, and though Ominis preferred not to dwell on what had happened during the course of that annum, what with almost losing both his best (and only) friends and a man he considered to be closer to family than his own blood had ever been, despite his horrible temper, there was something that made it all worthwhile.

Ominis had, quite by accident, fallen in love with the new student. He wasn’t entirely sure when it happened, whether it was a gradual build up of attraction and emotions until it got too great to ignore, or whether it was a single moment in time where the stars aligned. He could certainly pinpoint when he’d realised it; Sebastian had been teasing him about it and he had vehemently denied any untoward feelings.

“Gracious, Sebastian, it’s not like I stay up all night thinking about her!”

Four hours later as he lay in bed, chasing sleep with as much effectiveness as a three-legged table chases a panicked cat, Ominis went very still.

“Uh oh,” he said.

He’d determined not to do anything about his developing affection, but this seemed to only make it worse, sending him dangerously close to a full-blown obsession. Convinced as he usually was that no one of any significance would ever look twice at him, he resolved to nurture his unrequited love in solitude and silence. The trouble was, both she and Sebastian seemed quite determined to get him alone with her whenever it was humanly possible.

Things culminated on a cool spring morning as they sat at breakfast, and she’d sighed rather dramatically. Upon questioning her reasoning for this, she, ever bold, had told him in no uncertain terms that she rather liked him, and would like very much for him to be her boyfriend.

So it was that Ominis found himself with a girlfriend, not just any girlfriend, but her, and he couldn’t have been happier if you paid him. She was everything he could have wanted and more, endearingly sweet, violently protective, and unendingly patient as he tried to navigate the brand new and complex thing of ‘being a boyfriend.’ Her patience proved to be a godsend, as Ominis found himself utterly clueless as to how to behave, especially as a lot of the things his eighteen year old mind wanted to do seemed wholly inappropriate for the early stages of their relationship, and he was far too shy to even dream of suggesting them.

Besides, if he was ever going to get to that stage, he needed to overcome something much simpler first.

He needed to get used to someone else touching him.

Ominis avoided physical contact wherever possible. He’d become rather adept at it over the years, relying on both his wand and his hearing to steer him away from the students thronging the castle. He’d had far too many experiences where someone assumed that they could just grab onto his arm and yoink him off his own chosen path just because they wanted him to go somewhere else, as if he was some kind of invalid. His potions partners over the years had learned very quickly that he did not appreciate them trying to guide his hands to the ingredients, and in Herbology, even poor Professor Garlick had been on the receiving end of his sharp tongue when she tried to physically move him along his bench to where his plant pot was. He’d felt awful afterwards of course, and rather felt he deserved the detention he got two days later from Professor Sharp, who had presumably heard about the encounter.

But for the first time in his life, he wanted to touch someone else. He wanted to touch her. He wanted to hold her hand as they walked to Hogsmeade, he wanted to let her take his arm as they strolled through the grounds, he wanted to slip an arm around her shoulders and have her lean on his chest as she read aloud from their textbooks. He wanted to cuddle into her as evening slipped into night, to lay his head on her chest and listen to her heartbeat, the sound of her breath, his arms locked around her waist.

The trouble was, after so long avoiding contact with almost everyone, he had absolutely no idea how to initiate it without coming across as some kind of slobbering oaf. The very last thing he wanted to do was insult her, and he longed for her to make the first move, to take his hand, perhaps, or lean against him as they fought to stay awake during one of Professor Binn’s soporific lectures.

Unfortunately for him, he’d made his distain for human touch very plain to her early on in their fifth year. After they’d made it to Slytherin’s Scriptorium and she had bravely volunteered to be tortured in order to save their lives (something neither he nor Sebastian had ever forgiven the latter for), she’d leaned against him as Sebastian went running off to explore, clearly needing comfort, and like a moron, he’d pulled away, telling her gently that he just didn’t like to be touched. He’d spoken softly with her, comforting her as best he could with words, knowing all too well how badly she needed to be held in that moment, the echoes of his own torture ringing in his memory, but he’d failed her in that regard. He’d failed himself as well, it seemed, for even though they were now an official couple, she never overstepped the boundary he had drawn.

She was affectionate and loving all the same, saying gentle, kind things to him when they were alone, buying him little presents and complimenting him so frequently that his paranoia deemed it insincere until Sebastian told him off. In a moment of weakness, Ominis shared with his best friend some of his woes. Ever the pragmatist, Sebastian had told him to ‘just bloody tell her about it.’

But Ominis was too shy even for that, too afraid of making a mistake or saying the wrong thing that could be construed as lecherous as opposed to loving. He spent a day or two moping, wondering how he could ever consider himself worthy of her if he couldn't even hold her hand and wondering how best to go about navigating a relationship that lacked physical contact. The thing was, and he was furious with himself for forgetting it, Sebastian had a noxious habit of getting involved in things when he really, really shouldn’t.

He should have known something was up when she asked him to meet her in the Undercroft in the evening for a date. He’d been a little bemused, their dates were usually to Hogsmeade or Quidditch matches, the Undercroft was a bit of a dour place for a romantic evening. But it was very private.

Uh oh.

It was with no small amount of trepidation that Ominis crept into the Undercroft that evening, his wand revealing the outlines of the narrow stone corridor through small vibrations in his hand. As he approached the iron grate, he slowed, raising his head and inhaling.

She was already there, he could hear her shuffling around, and he could smell lavender and smoke. She must be burning scented candles. He nibbled his lip. He hoped she’d put them somewhere out of harm’s way, he’d had far too many incidents with a sleeve held too close to a flame before now to want to repeat the experience. He drew a breath and tugged at the old iron grate, which announced his presence with its customary, grating shriek of metal on stone.

“Ah, there you are.” She greeted him as warmly as ever, her smile evident in her voice. “Come over here, I’ve put some blankets and things down.”

“Unusual place for a date,” Ominis remarked as he obediently headed over to her. “Why here?”

“Because I wanted to talk to you,” she replied, and Ominis paused, a small thunk of something landing in his belly.

“That’s a frightening phrase,” he said, trying to hide his nervousness with a grin. “I’m not in trouble, am I?”

“Of course not,” she said, and patted the cushion beside her. Ominis dropped onto it, crossing his legs. “Please don’t be annoyed with me, but Sebastian and I have been talking.”

“I’d be surprised if you hadn’t been,” Ominis said, cautiously. “You’re close friends, after all.”

“We’ve been talking about you,” she clarified, and Ominis gulped.

“Oh?”

“He said you’ve been wanting to ask me something,” she said, her tone as cautious as he felt. “I just wanted you to know you can ask me absolutely anything, and I promise I won’t judge you for it. I know this is all new for you, and I want you to be comfortable with me.”

“Not new for you, I take it?” Ominis said, hoping to steer the conversation away from where he knew it was headed, his heart setting up a frantic dance in his chest.

She chuckled. “I’ve had boyfriends, if that’s what you’re asking. Forget about them, this evening is just for you and me. Specifically you.” She shuffled a little closer, and Ominis caught a breath of her hair, the raspberry cream shampoo she used each morning. Merlin, whoever invented that stuff was a bloody genius, he thought, because whenever he smelled it, he had the strongest urge to put her hair in his mouth.

He felt a flush flow up his neck and over his cheeks, and he turned away, fiddling with his wand.

“What… what did you have in mind?”

“I was rather hoping you’d tell me,” she said. “Sebastian gave me a pretty good idea of what you’ve been wanting to ask, but I don’t want to make any assumptions. I’d like to hear you say it.”

Ominis opened and closed his mouth, doing a remarkable impression of a fish that’s had a bit of a shock. He felt himself torn between indignant fury that Sebastian had taken it upon himself to tell his girlfriend about his wants and needs, and palpitating anxiety that she wanted him to say the words. He was caught now, he had to tell her what he wanted, what he needed from her, but he couldn’t seem to summon his voice. It was tangled up in his throat, the brambles that had suddenly decided that his larynx was the perfect place to take up residence tightening as she shifted a little closer, and Merlin, he could feel the warmth of her body, barely a few inches away.

What if he didn’t say anything? What if he just sat in dumb silence until the clock struck midnight or she grew bored? Would she take it as a rejection, would she think he didn’t want her? He did! No one had ever touched his heart in quite the way she had, had captivated his mind and turned his every waking thought into thoughts of her. Surely she had to know that? She was so easy to be around, so why couldn’t he bloody speak?

But he had underestimated her again, it seemed, when she rested her hand, very, very gently, on the back of his own, causing every muscle in his body to tighten as a gasp flew up from the back of his throat and past the tangle of thorns where his words were still fighting to get out.

“Is it this?” she asked, her voice as soft as her touch. “It’s alright if it is. I want there to be more physical contact between us both.”

His lips still parted, Ominis’ sightless eyes were fixed on the space in the nothingness around him where their hands were. It seemed to him that her skin carried a current of some kind, almost implausibly soft, the warmth of it sending prickling tingles along the back of his hand, up his arm and to his shoulders, where they scampered about like mischievous kittens, their tiny claws pricking his skin. She was still waiting for an answer, and Ominis steeled himself, forcing a single word out from his full throat.

“Yes,” he whispered.

He winced. He’d wanted to sound calm, collected, as if this was the most normal thing in the world, but it came out more like a scratch, rising at the end to a squeak. He turned away and cleared his throat, his cheeks searing. Beside him, she chuckled softly.

“That’s good. This isn’t something you’re used to, is it?”

Ominis shook his head, not trusting himself to speak again just yet. She moved a little closer, her hand still on his, her arm now pressing against his.

“I want you to be comfortable,” she murmured. “I don’t want to push you into anything you’re not ready to do.” Her hand left his, and Ominis closed his eyes, cursing himself for his baffling inability to reciprocate, thinking her fed up of him already, but then her hand slid to his shoulder, gliding from one to the other, tracing a heated path over his upper back to hold.

“If you need me to stop, if I go too far or do too much, I need you to tell me,” she said, her voice as gentle as an autumn dawn. “If you don’t feel comfortable saying it, you can pull away, or move my hand. For my part, I just want to be close to you.”

Ominis took a steadying breath, willing his racing heart to slow as the pressure on his shoulder increased in subtle increments until he could no longer remain upright, pulled inexorably towards her, his body twisting instinctively, his cheek coming to rest on her shoulder, his nose pressed against her neck.

His entire body went taut. Her body was lither than he’d expected, soft and hard all at once, and her skin was almost searingly warm over her collar. The faint traces of citrus brushed against his nose, the scent of her perfume, or her soap, perhaps, or was it just the way she smelled? The fabric of her blouse moved against his cheek as she shifted, the cotton rough in comparison to the satin of her neck, and he could feel the swell of her chest against his upper arm. Ominis bit his lip, overwhelmed by the sensation, his attention zeroing in on it in a way that was most ungentlemanly. He twisted again, trying to move away just enough to preserve her modesty, her hand still tight on his shoulder. He could feel every detail of each slender digit, the way they came together and parted like the beginning notes of a song, rubbing gentle caresses into him in a way he’d never known was possible.

How was it that so simple a touch could set his mind afire like this? He didn’t know what to do other than remain where he was, remain rigid, try to save himself from some awful outburst of Merlin only knew what. Her head came down, her chin resting against his temple, her breath rushing over his ear as she sighed, silently, seemingly content.

How could she be content? He’d read books, sappy romantic stories that curled his lip where people draped themselves over one another like dust sheets over furniture, and this was far from it. He may as well have been a statue with how tightly was he holding himself, but he couldn’t bear the thought of letting himself relax. Who knew what would happen if he let himself go?

Her other hand came up to join the first, beginning at his shoulder and trailing down his arm, sending more of those devilish kittens gambolling about his skin. Her hand curved around his, lacing their fingers together and raising his hand, his arm following.

“Is this okay?” she whispered. “You can relax if you want to, I’m strong. I can hold you.”

Ominis squeezed his eyes shut all the tighter, fighting to keep his breathing steady. In all his imaginings, his lonely, nighttime thoughts, he’d pictured her curled into his lap, not the other way around. He’d imagined holding her, stroking her hair, hell, even… even kissing her. He’d never thought about this. He’d never thought about her holding him. But as he considered this, trying his absolute hardest not to focus too much on the way her arms seemed made to fit around him, her hand so warm in his, the tips of her fingers against the veins on the back of his hand, he came to realise that there was nothing in this world he wanted more than to be held.

With a low sigh that was almost a groan, Ominis let go. His muscles unlocked, his joints softened, and he folded into her embrace, his face pressed into the crook of her neck, rewarded with a soft, satisfied sigh from her lips.

“That’s right,” she murmured. “You’re doing really well, Ominis. I’m proud of you.”

Proud. She was proud of him for doing something that should be simple, natural, as easy as breathing. Was she making fun of him? He nibbled his lip again, debating a moment whether or not to pull back and ask, but when her hand moved from his shoulder to his back, rubbing gentle, loving circles across his shoulder blades, he completely forgot what he was going to say.

Hell, for a moment, Ominis forgot his own name. His mind sparked with new fire as his attention became caught upon this new sensation, her palm and the pads of her fingers five separate points, easily distinguished, occasionally joining to become a singular point of pressure as she smoothed her whole hand over his back. She unlaced their fingers and joined her other hand with the first, both tracing individual patterns over him that were yet still joined in a soundless dance.

Ominis found himself sinking further into her embrace, his arms winding around her hips to lock in place, holding her as tightly as she held him. She breathed another contented chuckle, then shifted, reaching down to hook behind his knee. Ominis froze again, a soft gasp escaping him as she looped her arm under both his legs and tugged, pulling him into her lap completely. She leaned back, bracing herself against one of the many stone pillars of the Undercroft, then she returned to rubbing his back, only her other hand moved up to the nape of his neck, her fingers pushing into his hair, making his entire body tingle as if he’d just been electrocuted.

It was almost too much. The heat of her body, the movement of her hands on him, so tender and so gentle, so inexplicably loving made him want to weep. Ominis couldn’t remember ever being touched like this, held like this, in his entire life. Yes, Aunt Noctua had cuddled him as a boy, but they were swift, furtive things, brief hugs that were all she’d been able to give for fear of reprisal from his family. They had never even so much as offered him a friendly pat on the head.

To his dismay, Ominis found the backs of his eyes prickling. His instinct, borne of religious training, told him he needed to get up and run off somewhere private where he could handle his emotions properly, before returning to behave with the decorum a man in his position was expected to exhibit. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t push her away. He couldn’t bear the thought of being apart from her ever again.

He needed her to keep holding him. He needed her to keep rubbing his back. He needed her to keep running her fingers through his hair like she was, in the way that made him want to purr. Indeed, a low, rumbling sound began at the bottom of his lungs, but he bore down on it. He couldn’t let her know how much he craved this, because even he hadn’t known. If he’d known how good it felt to be touched by another person, he’d have been much more open to it long ago.

But something told him it wouldn’t be like this with everyone. There was something remarkably special about the way she held him to her, as if it was meant only for them, and no one else. Ominis tucked his face tighter into the crook of her neck, screwing up his face as his hands rose to grip the back of her blouse, one of her knees braced against the small of his back, his legs draped over her other. Something clawed at his chest, a great howl of loss and misery fighting to get out as he tightened his grip on her, needing to be closer, longing to be nearer. If he could climb inside her very skin, it wouldn’t be enough.

He could hear her heartbeat. It pulsed against his ear, fluttering like a caged bird, far quicker than he’d expected. He could feel her ribs expanding and contracting as she breathed, the air that gave her life rustling over his hair as she continued to stroke it, her fingers spreading apart and coming together, the pads of her fingers pressing against his scalp, and it was all he could do not to roll his eyes back and lean into her touch, her other hand still gliding over his arm, his back, his side, hell, even his chest.

She rested it there a moment.

“You’re heart’s racing,” she whispered. “Are you okay?”

Still he didn’t trust himself to speak. He nodded and pushed himself closer, leaning his full weight against her torso, one arm clamped around her waist, the other rising up to tangle in her long hair, coming to rest in the middle of her shoulder blades, trying to press her closer to him. She seemed to understand, for she tightened her arms around him, lowering her head and pressing her cheek to his, resting her forehead on his shoulder.

He did cry a little then. Silently, his teeth bared, two slim tears escaped from under his lids and vanished into the cotton of her blouse. He drew a shaking breath, wishing he could do more than just lie here and be held, but then, it was all he ever wanted. Listening to her heartbeat, feeling her arms around him, feeling safe for the first time in his life, he could have died. He could have given up his life and been content that he had experienced all he ever wanted to, safe at last in her arms, protected from all the ills of the world around him. In her arms, there was no dark magic. In her arms, there was no crucio. In her arms, there was no pain or fear of regret.

In her arms, there was nothing but love and acceptance. As he held on to her, inhaling the citrus and raspberry of her scent, feeling the satin of her skin and the cotton of her blouse, the strength of her arms and the swell of her chest, Ominis realised for the first time in his life that he was worthy of being loved, and he never wanted to be loved by anyone but her.

I've had other similar asks to this one that requested a smuttier ending, so I plan to continue this at a later date with significantly more ✨spice✨

Keep an eye out 😉

Masterlist

[fictionrealms]

Good Girl

Rafayel x Non MC

TW:

smut, orgies, vaginal fingering, MDNI, inexperience, sexual guidance, smoking, recreational drug use, handcuffs, BDSM, orgasm denial, edging, more tags to be added but I'm brain dead rn

Chapter Summary:

What happens when an inexperienced photographer meets the siren's call of a notorious painter.

Word Count: 783

Ongoing (Unspecified amount of chapters)

Good Girl - Chapter 1 - bhaalistbabe - 恋与深空 | Love and Deepspace (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]

A normal person wouldn’t have accepted an invitation not addressed to them. A normal person wouldn’t accept an invitation that wasn’t addressed to anyone in particular. 

But it sounded promising. I needed connections and this–or rather what I thought it was–was the perfect opportunity.

A house party at Mo Studio was notorious for its lavish extravagance. Flashing lights and gorgeous ambiance with music that could be heard before one ever entered the building. I was underdressed. Or would have been if this was a normal occasion. However, I was sorely overdressed. In every sense of the word. Or maybe the problem wasn’t the black leggings and fitted shirt. Maybe the problem was the fact that I was dressed in the first place. Sticking out like a sore thumb in clothes that covered every inch of skin and a Catwoman Halloween mask from the year prior. It was a masquerade, but I didn’t have the right material for that. Too underpaid for such luxuries.

Masks made of molten golds and ivories shielding the faces of strangers. All of which with naked bodies pressed against one another. Whispering sweet words of praise and worship in each other’s ears. Absolutely covering the white marbled floor blanketed in sheets and pillows. 

A sea of bodies.

I didn’t belong here.

Sebastian would be shitting his pants if he knew where I was right now. I would never hear the end of it.

But could I blame him when I was so sorely mistaken? When I was clearly a fish out of water? Out of my element. Overdressed and inexperienced. It was embarrassing at my age to be perfectly honest. And I couldn’t say for certain was kept me here. What kept propelling my feet forward in my exploration of the studio. Sure that when the pearl marble that made up its structure wasn’t bathed in the ethereal glow of turquoise and red lights that it was stunning. Lights that rippled like water across sweat and worship. A song that echoed through every part of the space like a siren’s song. Caressing and teasing at once.

Maybe that was what pulled me up the winding staircase. Maybe that was what made me pause at the sight of him. Lounged on a bed so large it could easily fit many. Made up of ivory bedding and coral pillows surrounding him while he was fed cherries like some kind of deity. Arched windows making up the curved wall behind the massive bed. Long, flowing curtains of crushed azure pulled out of the way to let moonlight filter through.

His head tilts back, waiting for the cherry to be brought to his mouth. A woman standing off to the side, barely clothed save for the veil that hides the lower portion of her face, giggles in delight as she hovers the fruit above his lips. His chest bare, and covered in gold shimmer gleams under the moonlight. I swallow, perhaps a little too loud. Eyes the color of a sun setting on the horizon snap to mine. Soft purple hair falling over a face so innocent it could only be described as angelic.

His expression stoic, if not a little intrigued. Almost calculating. Assessing. My breath stills in my chest despite the pounding of my heart.

“You look a little out of place.”

The timbre of his voice is something like a purr. Caressing my skin and eliciting goosebumps to rise on my arms. 

My mouth parts as though I were to speak. But no sound comes out. Only the deafening beating of my heart in my ears. I wonder if he can hear it too. If he can sense my anxiety and rising panic. Taste the excitement that coils in the pit of my stomach like something sour.

I didn’t belong here.

He curls long, sinful fingers decorated in golden rings as if to summon me close. And the fool that I am obeys. Like I was pulled. Lulled by the siren’s song booming down the stairs. Only it came from him. Though no sound left his lips. The woman to his side giggles once more, passing me the bundle of cherries as she exits the room.

“You’re lost aren’t you?”

I can’t speak. My throat too tight and dry to emanate sound. I can only nod in response. Like a lost little lamb who found their way to a wolf’s den.

His fingers curl around my wrist, guiding me further onto the bed as I reach the edge. Coaxing me into his lap with such ease and elegance it’s sickening. Like he was made of silk and velvet instead of skin and bones.

“Let me help you find your way.”

[bon2bonn]

Weathering your Storm

° The winds are howling

With summer break around the corner , it's just one weekend . What could go wrong ?, Well........ , Seb , Lewis and Daniel are about to find out.

*The start of the 22!23! Grid!AU !

*requests and questions are open so don't be shy ! ✨

2022!F1 grid X female!driver!reader

Sebastian vettel , Daniel Ricciardo, Lewis Hamilton X female!driver!reader.

Words count : around 1.4k

Warnings : grammar, cursing,sad girl hours, mercedes slander(not really), McLaren, I'm missing up the timeline but it's fun , not proof read nor edited .

leaving the media pen brought y/n relief as she's finally able to stretch her legs and get some fresh air away from the bustling reporters asking the same questions over and over again and buzzing teams finishing interviews and packaging garages after the race .

She avoided her team's garage like a plague , having to witness as the engineers pushed her car back in was more than too much for her to handle , so she opted for walking around trying to clear her mind before it goes on to a spiral.

Spotting Sebastian's green team shirt alongside Lewis and chatting among themselves down the pit wall she made a beeline for them . "Hello gentlemen . seb, Lewie " she greats them cheerfully as she gave each one a hug as they congratulate her before settling back beside Seb as he nudged her shoulder teasing " p3 , not so bad huh? " causing her to smile bashfully at him , Lewis pumped his fist with her's " great driving out there " , "thank you " she said with a beaming smile " yeah those last 3 lap were from hell , Sainz almost got my ass " both looked amused at her ranting post race as she always dragged them to listen , not like they were complaining as they adored how she went on giving them her full review with them giving her input here and there .

after a while of catching up they noticed how uncharacteristically quite she got while looking around searching for something or rather someone but before they could ask she perked up as Danny barged over lifting her in a tight hug shaking her around while exclaiming loudly "demon spawn!" And she returned the hug letting out a loud "Ricky Martin!" The other just stood there used to their antics same as everyone around them as they love to tease (bully) eachother around the paddock .

She turned to Danny giving him a wide grin" you're right on time , I was about to send out searching party " he nudged her shoulder " awww , I didn't know you'd miss my charming personality and handsome face that much " she scoffed at him " as if " he stepped back hand on his heart dramatically whining " you've wounded my delicate heart !" That got him a kick in the shin from her before she grinned back at him " stop with you theatrics , I have a great idea , we should start our own F1 support group !" mildly amused he threw her a wide grin " I'm all in baby , but what for?" So she looked at the other two drivers maintaining her wide grin as she lowered her voice to avoid any preying ears "well , mainly for you , Mick and Seb , but I'll be needing it too . my lovely team pulled a McLaren because guess who's mercedes dropping during the summer break ? , to give you a hint it's not Lewis" .

The three of them stood still staring at her as if she'd grown a second head , Danny was the first to snap out laughing "nice one mate ! That Almost got me" after a moment of silence Sebastian signals to him and he immediately reached to cover her ears as he cursed loudly "that's fucking bullshit , why the fuck would they ?" As she just stood there waiting for him to finish , Lewis just stared at her bewildered " what do you mean they are dropping you ? They can't do that , you're competing for the championship in that tin can excuse of a car incase they've forgotten about the standings ! Hell ! We both got a contract till 24 _ 25 they can't just drop it".

she just shrugged " well , they sure can and already did so ....." Danny's eyes couldn't get wider "what?!" So she gave them a nonchalant hand wave "starting from tonight I'm officially an unemployed F1 driver , they bought my contract and sent me out the door" Lewis interrupted " but Toto...." Only for her to shake her head " he sat me down along with the team management , PR and legal team which explains why they were lurking around lately , and both my lawyer and Manager out of nowhere and went on about the team and the drivers , how the last two years were great for the team bonding building a solid foundation and all of the usual pe-race briefing no big deal right ? , He went on talking about my contract which was odd because I knew wouldn't be up till 24 at least with great possiblity of extension , and how I have a promising future in the sport but not with them and I honestly just zoned out after that ,up until they gave me an offer out of of guilt or pity I guess to drive for Williams alongside Albon " that got Danny's attention "what about Russell?" So she whispered to him to subtly hold both Lewis and seb back as they both were close to marching over mercedes demanding answers after her declaring " they finalized singing him today for the next three seasons so starting from SPA he'll be driving full time for mercedes , that's net even the worst part , apparently they were discussing the position since the beginning of the previous season but they wanted me out with the least PR damages so now is the best chance to do so after most teams got their seats confirmed for next season so here I am " .

"Wait so you're telling me that everyone knew except us ? " she shrugged "pretty much, yeah " , "bono?" , " He knew" , " sussie?" , "Nodding "yup" , "James?" , "Uhuh , he was all in for the change" , "fucking hell!", "Exactly" she shrugged " they even decided they won't even announce any of it till Spa " . Daniel whistled in astonishment " wait until Nando hear about this " causing them to grimace only thinking what he'd possibly do " oh he already know ! Found him this morning cornering Toto in the garage , don't know what he said but by the time I got him he was done , talking about too many witnesses " , that got seb to realize as he voiced out concerned " that's why he seemed so cryptic , well more than usual, he asked me to get ready to head out to Brackley headquarters for some urgent business had to talk him out of it " she snorted" Don't be so sure , He asked me to join too right before quali so I reckon that talk didn't do much , Kimi is in it too so .... Yeah ".

Silence overtook them as their somber faces took her demeanor in , her now fidgeting fingers , tense shoulders , and strained smile , seb stepped up giving her a tight hug whispering " are you okay?" And she reciprocated with a strained voice " yeah , it's just didn't hit me yet so I would give it two to three days to fully set in but right now, everything is shitty and I want to cry but I'm too angry to cry so now I'm hungry , I want ice cream ". That earned her a sympathetic smile from Lewis as he pulled her next " I known darling , let's grab our things and I promise you we'll get you as much of ice cream as you want okay? ", " Okay , but I'm not going there , I can't , they're taking down my name and number off of everything" she let out with a small voice as he sighed heavily "already!? They couldn't wait?" Shaking his head while heading up to their drivers rooms .

Danny put his arm around her shoulders swaying them as he reminded " it might be so shitty and as bad as it seems , but we've got you okay? You'll find us there whenever you need us , you're stuck with us for good , and if you wanna burn down you know what , you know where ........." Seb snapped. " no one is burning anything!" Only for him to carry on pretending to whisper " we won't tell him " causing her to let a loud giggles at how serious Daniel was and how seb was trying to tell him off of it ." Just know you won't be alone in this".

[hogwartslegacyreactions2]

HLC REACT TO MC TURNING INTO A KIWI BIRD IN TRANSFIGURATION

A/N: inspired by the wonderful @kiwiplaetzchen

MC doesn't know what went wrong, but it went VERY wrong! One minute they're at their desk practicing wand movements and the next they're shrunk! Where are their arms!? Where'd the beak come from!?!?

Distressed, the small flightless bird squeaked and squawked as it ran in circles. Professor Weasley easily undoes the accidental transformation, but not before suppressing a smile. Admittedly, it was one of her favorite parts of teaching transfiguration.

SEBASTIAN SALLOW: He is losing his shit. He is crying. He is struggling to breathe. The great and powerful MC, reduced to a walking potato. He really wishes he had a camera, but regardless, he's not letting MC live this down anytime soon.

OMINIS GAUNT: He's confused. He's not even sure what his wand is detecting. A rat, perhaps? On two legs? Based on the energy in the room, it's quite hilarious.

ANNE SALLOW: She just facepalms and waits for it to be over. She really needs to focus on her reading.

IMELDA REYES: She smirks and transfigures MC's textbook into a lizard that starts chasing them. Kiwi MC and the book lizard proceed to knock most everything off of the shelves, sending the whole class into another round of laughter.

NATSAI ONAI: She tries to comfort MC when they're human again. She's suppressing her own laughter, but she wants to reassure MC that they aren't the first to make that mistake. Accidental transfigurations happen all the time. Everyone will forget about it by tomorrow. (They didn't)

GARRETH WEASLEY: He chuckles along with the class but when things die down he whispers to MC. "You know, I could probably persuade my aunt to give you private transfiguration lessons. ...Why are you looking at me like that?"

LEANDER PREWETT: He's really happy that other people are finally laughing at someone else rather than him. Sorry MC, it's not personal.

AMIT THAKKAR: The second hand embarrassment is STRONG with this one. To make such a mistake in front of the whole class. He hides his face like he's the one who turned himself into a kiwi.

EVERETT CLOPTON: He needs to ask MC how they did that. He knows a few people that could use a good "accidental" transfiguring.

POPPY SWEETING: She tries to catch MC to get them to sit still, but they are really hard to catch when you're laughing so hard your ribs hurt.

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

I accidentally deleted one ask instead of saving it in draft :( but luckily still had the email notification from anon so I can copy the text!

Anon asked: "Hi! If it's alright, can I ask for the SDV + expanded bachelors accidentally discovering the farmer is secretly half siren (or basically half sea beast) or something. A silly twist would be that the farmer also had no idea of the ability either, and thought that their late grandpa being this fish person was just a tall tale (now they realized that they also inherited this magic as well, and have no clue on what to do). I apologize if it sounds random. It actually is, and I was a little bored, lmao. Have a great week OP ✌️"

Thank you very much for your question, dear anon! Hope you have a wonderful day too!

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SDV/SVE bachelors accidentally discover that Farmer is secretly half sea creature:

A swim in the sea on Ginger Island ended with Farmer coming ashore all scaly, scaring the resting Harvey to white. Luckily the doctor had a small first aid kit with him, and with everything he needed he took the full shocked Farmer away to examine them and not embarrass them in front of the others. At first Harvey (and Farmer too), thought it was some rare skin disease or a very unusual and strange manifestation of allergies. Because... he couldn't think of anything else. That magic was involved was not even an option. But later it turned out to be magic. Honestly, siren or not, Harvey was just glad that Farmer was healthy and nothing threatened their lives.

Elliott used to jokingly refer to Farmer as a siren all the time because of their beautiful voice and how gloriously they sang when the couple were relaxing in the evening on the seashore. A truly magical voice that would take a writer in love captive in mere seconds. However, when one fateful day Farmer appeared before Elliott with a fishtail, both realised that his jokes were not so far from the truth. It was rather shocking, undeniably. He had guessed about the existence of sea creatures, but he couldn't have thought.... Farmer themself was also quite shocked as well, so they are keeping the secret from everyone in town and will think about what to do next.

You know, despite the rather fucked up situation as it is, Shane now knows why Farmer had such an obsession with eating freshly caught fish RAW while sea fishing. So it's their staple diet, huh... How weird is this whole thing... It would be okay if Farmer just decided to show Shane their true look, but they didn't know they were half sea creatures themself. He has no idea what to do. He wants to help Farmer, but he doesn't even know how, feeling completely helpless and therefore even more fucked up. No, Shane need advice from an expert on magic crap, so he will get information from either the weird hermit in the woods or even their local fisherman.

A fish tail instead of legs and the frightened look in Farmer's eyes... Sebastian certainly hadn't expected this. Maybe this green rain had something to do with people after all and they shouldn't have been walking in such strange weather? However, after couple of days, both of them then found out (from the Wizard) that the Green Rain didn't turn Farmer half-fish directly, but simply activated the magic inside them. Farmer is completely shocked. Sebby is too (but also thinks it's cool). He lets Farmer decide what to do next, but he won't refuse to help them if there are any difficulties with transformations and they need to hide.

Alex was ready for a fight when he heard a loud shout from Farmer. Someone had hurt his partner?! And in the rush, the athlete accidentally almost hit Farmer, because... He didn't recognize them. "Is that... you?" Despite the fish tail where their legs used to be, it's still Farmer. A scared shitless, confused Farmer. Alex gently wrapped his partner in a beach towel and quickly took them to the clinic for help. Wizard was the first to reach them, calming the couple down and explaining what had happened. "Your grandpa was a mermaid?!" "It was just tales!" Basically, a week was enough time for them both to get back on track and think further about what to do about Farmer's origins.

Sam laughed at first, thinking that Farmer had decided to put on a costume and prank him by pretending to be a mermaid. Except when the young guitarist saw the terrified eyes of his friend/partner, the realisation that this wasn't a joke struck him like a lightning. So they're a real sea monster?! Wow, that's... so awesome! Or no, wait, does that mean they're going to be taken to some secret organisation? All right, well, no more distraction! Sammy is always willing to help Farmer and will let them hide in his room if their transformation into a sea creature is not well controlled (even if his mom Jodi will constantly berate Sam for the sand and seaweed on the floor).

It was a good thing Victor's mother wasn't home, or she would have had a heart attack from her son's heartbreaking scream. He shrieked when scales suddenly appeared on Farmer's skin and webbing formed between their fingers. At that, Farmer screamed as well. "What happened to you?!" "What happened to me?!" "You... don't know?" The first thing that came to the spaghetti lover's mind was that Farmer had been cursed. The news from Wizard that Farmer had always been half fish in the first place threw both of them into a stupor. He won't tell anyone about this event and will remain the same caring friend/lover towards Farmer.

What surprised Lance was not even the fact that Farmer was half sea creature, but the fact that Farmer themself did not know it. They hadn't had any strange sensations from contact with seawater before? Or maybe there were some details in the tale about their late grandfather that might have made them aware of their origins? This explain their strong magic and aura around them, by the way. Fortunately, The First Slash has more experience in studying sea creatures that any other guild, so there's definitely a book in the archives that could help Farmer figure out how to transform back into human form. Lance promises to help Farmer and keep the secret.

Magnus also can't understand why Farmer couldn't know for so long that they were half-siren. Although on the other hand, even the wizard's sense couldn't tell him that the person standing in front of him wasn't quite human. He, with his vast experience and excellent sense of magic around him! Hmm, maybe the transformation only manifests itself after person growing up... Either way, it's good that Farmer turned into a sea creature in his tower, and not in the middle of Pelican Town. A wise wizard will give Farmer special elixirs and ointments that will help hide their true appearance, and also recommend visiting him if something happens.

[runningincircl3s]

Nothing Ever After

Noah Sebastian x Reader x Vinny Mauro

The End, Part 1

chapter warnings: alludes to sex? i wasn't really in the mood to write actual smut rip, and alcohol use!!

wow... we're finally here... i wasn't sure how many parts i was going to make the ending as i wrote it as one big chapter then split it into three parts but the last part is soo much longer than the others, so i've combined the first and half of the second part here, so there could possibly be one or two more parts, we'll see :)

also i really want to post the next part this week too (possibly valentines day?) if [untitled next fic] is ready by then as it is kinda a sequel to this :) but i can't talk about that yet. happy monday!! <3

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“Good morning, birthday girl.” Noah beamed, a card in one hand and a rather large gift bag in the other. “Can I come in?” 

“Can you let me wake up first?” You smiled, still half asleep as you held your hotel door open, squinting at the light coming in from the hallway, “Come in, I’ll quickly pee then I’ll be right back.” You groan, still blinking the sleep away from your eyes. 

You let Noah in, and he sat down on your bed, getting comfortable as you went to the bathroom. After peeing, washing your hands and attempting to fix your hair, you walk back out and sit yourself down opposite Noah, crossing your legs as you smile up at him. 

“I know it’s an unwritten rule that you open your card before your gifts, but in this case I think it’s best you have your gifts first. I can't wait to see you open them!” He grinned, pulling the rather large bag up onto the bed, handing it to you. 

You wondered when he had gotten the time to not only shop for your birthday gifts but to wrap them too? You reached to pull the first one out of the bag, he watched your face as you opened it, and smiled at your reaction. 

“That’s sick!” You grinned, it was a Sleep Token hoodie, one that you had your eye on from their latest merch drop, but by the time you went to obtain it, it had sold out. “How did you know I wanted this one? I never even said anything about it!” You shook your head in disbelief. 

“It looked like something you'd wear...” He smirked, “C’mon! Open the next one!”

"Okay, okay!"

You smiled as you reached for the second gift, it was a lot heavier than the last, and your face screwed up in confusion as you pulled away the paper, almost having a heart attack as you held the box in your hands.

“This isn’t what I think it is...” You felt your eyes begin to fill with tears as you inspected the box, “Noah, you didn’t.” 

“I did.” He smiled proudly, “You've been complaining that your old laptop was broken and when you’re at home you won’t have Rick’s to borrow so…”

“You got me a macbook? Isn't this the newest one too, I-” Your bottom lip quivered, “Noah, I can’t have this.”

“Well I bought it for you, so yes you can.” He laughed, “C’mon you’ve still got another gift!” 

“Noah, please, I'm still trying to process this one!” You laughed, before Noah pulled you in for a hug, “Thank you so much, I don’t deserve that-“

“Yes you do! You’ve worked your ass off for us on this tour, and that piece of shit you call your laptop deserves an upgrade don’t you think?” 

“Thank you.” You repeat, “Really Noah. Nobody’s ever gotten me something like this before.” 

“Well you’re gonna love your next gift then.” He grinned, and you couldn’t help but wonder what it was. 

As you opened your next gift, your heart sank to your stomach as you see it’s a velvet box. However, when you realise it’s a little too big to be a ring, you were left even more puzzled.

“What?” You gasped as you opened it, feeling your eyes fill with tears.

It was your dream necklace, one that no matter how many paychecks you got from your old job at the bookstore, you weren’t able to afford. You’d wanted it ever since you saw it on display at a store not long after your 16th birthday, telling Bryan how when you finally get your dream job, this would be the first thing you would go out and buy. You were surprised it was still being sold 11 years later. 

“How did you know?” 

“Bryan might have mentioned something to me about it...” he confessed, ���And whilst you were at Vinny’s family party for the weekend we tracked down the store and I bought it. The guy who works there said we were lucky we came when we did because he was ready to get rid of it, apparently it had been there for 15 years.”

“Stop.” You said, unable to hold back the tears anymore, “You don’t know what this means to me, Noah… Nobody’s ever put this much thought into a gift before… Even if Bryan did help you out.”

“I’m glad I can raise your standards,” he smiled, “Oh, and we’ve got plans tonight so if you were doing anything else, you better cancel now."

"We do? I didn't have anything planned..."

"Yep," he smiled, "It’s a pretty long drive there too so I’ve rented a car, we should probably leave in the next couple hours to get there on time.” 

“Where are we going?” You asked, taking the necklace out of the box and handing it to him, and he helped clasp it around your neck. 

“It’s a surprise!” 

“But then what do I wear? Are we talking about a walk on the beach? Dinner?... Skydiving?”

He hesitated for a moment, not wanting to give anything away. 

“There’ll be people dressed up… There’ll also be people in more casual wear… If that helps?”

“...Dinner or event?”

“Event.” He nodded. 

"Cool. And do we have time for me to thank you for these gifts?" You said, a smirk tugging on your lips as you reached out, your hand brushing his upper thigh.

"Oh, I'm sure we have plenty of time for that."

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“You’re really committing to this? You won’t tell me where we’re going?”

“And ruin the surprise?” Noah raised an eyebrow, “Why would I want to do that?” 

“You’re kidnapping me on my birthday!” 

He gave you a look to say ‘really?’, before parking the car. As you looked around, you realised you were at a familiar music venue, one the guys played at around the start of the tour, and there were fans lining the streets, most appeared to be wearing sleep token merch?

“Noah?” You felt your heart racing in your chest, “No… You couldn’t have…”

“Couldn’t have what?” He asked, taking the keys from the ignition, a smug look on his face. 

“You’re fucking lying…”

“Hey, I haven’t even said anything,” he laughed, watching as you looked towards the entrance, “Oh, we aren’t going in there.”

“What?” Your heart sunk in your chest, “Can you please just tell me what the hell is going on!” 

“In time”. He smiled, getting out of the car, and you quickly followed behind him.

He led you towards the back of the venue, you both knew your way around which was helpful as you walked down the halls. Everyone you passed who seemed to be the band’s crew seemed to know Noah, which was no surprise. He was Noah fucking Sebastian. 

All of a sudden you spotted none other than iv, dressed in his stage attire, as you passed by the dressing room. This had to be a dream, right?

“What is happening?” You asked again, but Noah still just stood and shrugged. 

“Just thought we’d come back here, I think I forgot a pen in the greenroom.”

“But we passed the greenroom?!”

You continued to follow him as he talked to a member of staff at the venue, who then took you up some stairs, to a balcony with quite possibly the best view of the stage. There were already fans beginning to flood the venue, some rushing to the barricade and some more unbothered, standing further back. 

You forgot the staff member was still present until you heard Noah thank him, before asking for a couple bottles of water.

“This show was fully sold out within hours, no more tickets were even released. How the fuck have you done this?”

“I had people who owed me favours…” He shrugged, pulling his hood up as fans began to look point up at you two. 

“What are you, the mafia?” You laughed, standing further back so you weren’t in the light, “And out of anything you could’ve asked them for… It was for this?… For me?” 

“Y/n,” he shook his head, a chuckle leaving his lips, although there was no humour in his tone, “I would do anything for you, you know that.” 

“Noah…” You pouted, weeks- months of built up guilt finally bringing tears to your eyes, “You shouldn’t have…” Your voice was barely above a whisper, and you couldn’t bring yourself to make eye contact with him. 

“Two bottled waters?” The guy returned, and you thanked him as he handed them over to you. 

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The crowd began to quieten, the support acts had long cleared the stage and the preshow music had stopped. You felt each hair on your body stand on end as the stage began lighting up blue, and the intro to the night does not belong to god began playing. 

You swallowed hard, trying to keep your composure, but as Vessel rose up on the stage and began to sing you couldn’t hold it in anymore. You had never cried so much on your birthday before.

His voice was even more powerful and unreal in person. You smacked your hand over your mouth as tears began to fall, the atmosphere was like nothing else, and for the last few months you had been used to this, but this was something else entirely. 

Noah noticed your reaction, a small smile on his lips as he put an arm around you, holding you close to him as you both enjoyed the show. 

You could barely see the stage through your tears, and you barely had a voice to sing along with, but that didn’t stop you. 

Like lovers entwined

I know for the last time

You will not be mine

So give me the night, the night, the night…

You were too lost in the moment, the time was passing too quickly this evening and you didn’t want to let it slip. This was quite possibly the best night of your life, seeing one of your favourite bands with your favourite person. You felt content for the first time in your life.

However, at the intro to ascensionism, you knew you were going to make some bad decisions tonight. And as the song was almost at an end, it all hit you at once. You had a strange feeling in your chest, one you couldn't begin to explain, like everything would soon be fleeting, even though you knew it wouldn't.

I know what you want from me, you want the same as me 

You turn to Noah, feeling too many emotions to even process right now. 

“Thank you.” You told Noah, “Thank you so much, for everything. For having me on this tour, for putting up with all my shit.” You looked up at him through your teary eyes, and he smiled back down at you. His thumb wiped your tears from beneath your eyes before cupping your cheek. “Thank you.” 

My redemption eternal ascension setting me free 

“This is my thank you to you,” he said, “All the guys know you badly wanted to be here tonight… I mean not everyone can say their favourite band’s playing a show on their birthday. And you’ve been working so hard, I need you to see how much we- how much I appreciate you.”

So i’ll take what i want then leave 

“I love you.” You cried, your eyes meeting as you confessed to him, “I love you, Noah. Fuck, I’ve loved you for so, so long.” 

You felt his hand tilt your chin, your lips crashing into each other as the songs tempo picked back up again, sending chills through your body as you kissed Noah back harder, with more passion than ever. 

You make me wish I could disappear 

You kissed him like it was the last time, your hands finding his face as you poured every ounce of love, fear, and longing into the moment. His hands slid to your waist, pulling you closer, anchoring you to him as if he couldn’t bear to let go.

“I love you.” You whispered against his lips as you pulled away. “I've been thinking and... I’ll do it.” 

“Do what?” He chuckled, brushing your cheek with his thumb.

“What if I ditch Black Veil and move to LA with you…” You grinned, “I’ve been thinking about it ever since your friend James from Thousand Below reached out to me a couple weeks ago, he asked if I was booked and I said yes but I… I don’t want to do it Noah, I don’t want to go back home and wonder when am I ever going to see you again-”

“Hey,” he gently placed his hand back on your face, cupping your cheek, “Let’s worry about this later, but for now… Let’s enjoy the rest of the night, yeah?” 

You make me wish I could disappear 

Maybe everything with Vinny was just temporary, it was just fun, just a fling. You’ve known Noah for years, you’ve loved him for years. 

But if you really did love him, why was Vinny even in the picture?

Before you could think any further, Noah’s hand slid down and held you at your waist, before leaning down to whisper in your ear. 

“I’ve booked us a hotel for the night, I packed a bag for you while you got ready. Just us, no interruptions for the night. I want to show you how much you really mean to me.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, the promise of the night ahead sparking something deep within you. But even as you leaned into him, letting his love and warmth envelop you, the weight of your choices lingered at the edges of your mind.

You needed to step up and fix your mess.

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You giggled as you both rushed in and shut the hotel door, shedding your clothes and leaving them in a pile on the floor. You backed up onto the bed, pulling Noah down with you before your lips met. His hands explored your body, before they came to rest on either side of your head, holding himself up over you. You couldn’t help but look at his biceps, you couldn’t believe how fit he had gotten over the last few years, it made you weak in the knees. 

“My eyes are up here, doll.” He smirked, pulling back as he noticed you had become distracted. 

“I know,” you smiled softly, “Have I ever told you how fucking hot you are.” 

“Hm, maybe a couple times,” he teased, “I’ve caught you staring at me from across the room a few times, don’t think it goes unnoticed, baby.” 

The pet name only made the ache between your thighs worse, and he could tell he was having this effect on you, and he was loving it. 

“Everything okay?” He smirked, and you nodded your head.

You both stayed like this for a moment, neither of you saying anything, neither of you doing anything. 

“You didn’t say it back earlier…” You swallowed hard, bracing yourself for if this conversation took a turn for the worse. 

“It’s not obvious enough?”

“I-”

“I love you.” He said, a soft smile on his face as his hair fell over his eyes, his chain dangling from his neck, “I never I was capable of it, I thought anybody would ever mean so much to me but… I love you, y/n.” 

“Then show me.” You smirked.

… 

Hours passed, and when the two of you finally reached exhaustion, Noah threw the used condoms in the bin and collapsed beside you on the bed, pulling you closer to him to rest your head on his bare chest. 

You pulled the sheets over the two of you, feeling a little self conscious now that you had come down from the high of your 5th orgasm. You both felt so at peace, like you could spend the rest of your lives together like this. 

His fingers combed through your hair as you traced the outlines of his tattoos, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his chest beneath you. 

“So, you really want to move in with me?” Noah said, breaking the comfortable silence in the room. 

“Well, I was thinking of getting my own place but if you’re offering…” 

“Maybe we could find a place together? All my friends have moved out, I don’t see the need for me to have that whole place to myself. We’ve spent the last three months together pretty much every day, I think we could make it work.”

“Really?” You asked in surprise, “I’d love that, Noah.”

“Me too,” he smiled, his fingers gently tracing shapes on your shoulder, “And you want to turn down Black Veil for Thousand Below? You said that was your dream, I don’t want to get in the way if that’s what you’ve been wanting? Please don’t feel like you have to do that for me.”

“I know, but you know how they say to never meet your idols… I’m just worried that if I start working for them they might turn out to be assholes or something.” 

“Like us?” Noah raised an eyebrow. 

“No!” You chuckled, “I mean… I love those guys, I’m such a big fan but maybe I just want it to stay like that, y’know? And I like the thought of touring with a smaller band.”

“I understand, I just don’t want you to have any regrets.”

“I won’t.” You said with a smile.

“I think maybe you should wait another week, then decide on what you really want to do. ”

“Okay, but I’m sure it’s what I want,” you sighed and as you looked up you saw Noah yawn. “Are you tired?”

“What do you think? I know my stamina’s definitely improved over the years but three rounds seems to be my limit,” he confessed, “I might take a shower and then go to sleep… Wanna join?”

“You bet.” You grinned. 

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The car ride back to the city you were staying in was comfortably quiet. The world outside blurred into streaks of orange and pink as the sun began to set in the horizon. You sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window whilst Noah’s playlist played, but mentally you weren't here, you were still caught in the events of last night. You hadn’t stopped replaying the moment you told him you loved him, over and over in your head, and the moment when he said it back.

But now, in the quiet hum of the car, you weren’t sure what you felt, or what he was thinking. It was almost as if you felt shy around him again, something you had not felt since you first met him.

You good?" Noah asked, his fingers tapping absently against the steering wheel in rhythm with the music. His other hand found your knee briefly, a simple touch that sent warmth through you before he returned it to the wheel.

You smiled, nodding.

"Yeah. More than good. Thank you for everything last night... It really meant everything to me, Noah."

"You don't need to thank me. You deserved it. And you deserve this too."

Before you could ask what he meant by that, he parked the car?

You didn’t recognise where you were, but followed him down the street and into a venue.

“Noah…” You turned to him, your heart racing. “What’s going on? There’s not another concert, is there?”

“You’ll see.” He smirked.

This was definitely the smallest venue you’ve been in for a very long time, and you couldn’t help but wonder what on earth was going on, where was he taking you?. 

When you reached the end of the hallway, Noah opened the door, stepping aside to let you go in first. The entire room was pitch black, so you slowly took a step forward, and then...

“SURPRISE!” 

Everybody shouted, and the lights were soon switched on, lighting the room with different colours that shone off the balloons and streamers that decorated the walls. The guys and crew from both bands were here, even Shae and the others’ girlfriends were here. There was a table off to the side loaded with snacks and a beautiful cake in the centre.

For a moment, you were completely frozen. Tears pricked your eyes again, but this time they were tears of happiness and gratitude.

“Oh my god…” You whispered, turning to Noah, who stood behind you with a proud grin on his face.

“Happy birthday.” He said, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead. 

Angela was the first to pull you into a bone-crushing hug, followed closely by Bryan and Folio, who handed you a glass of champagne.

“You’re one lucky girl,” Angela said, nodding toward Vinny, who was chatting with Ricky. You noticed he was the DJ, and you couldn’t help but chuckle to yourself. Typical. “He’s been planning this for the last week.”

You glanced over at him, feeling your heart swell, but that guilty feeling was still weighing on you.

“He has?” You smiled to yourself, “Any excuse for him to get up there and DJ.” 

“Well, that’s Vin.” She chuckled, “So how was last night? Noah told me he took you to see Sleep Token, I don’t think he’s told the others he was with you.”

“He didn’t?” You furrowed your eyebrows, but before you could say anything else, another pair of arms wrapped around you.

“Happy you day!” Vinny smiled, and Angela took this as her cue to leave, smirking as she did so, “So what did you get up to yesterday?”

“Oh, well one of my friends from home got tickets to see Sleep Token and decided to surprise me with them for my birthday,” you smiled, cursing yourself for lying, “It was pretty sick.” 

“Cool! I hope you had a great time," he smiled, "I got you a gift, it’s still at the hotel- Actually I got you two, one to open in front of the others and one for later.”

“Oh…” You couldn’t help your cheeks heat up as he said that, but he reassured you it wasn’t anything "like that." 

“I better get back over there,” he motioned to his laptop which Justin was currently in control of, “Cute necklace by the way.” 

Your fingers ghost over your necklace, the necklace Noah gave you. You shook it off, you were going to have a good night tonight and nothing was going to ruin it! You would leave all your problems for tomorrow.

“Y/n! We’ve got gifts for you over here!” Bryan smiled, waving you over to a table that was full of gift bags and presents. 

“Guys,” you pouted, “You didn’t have to do all this!” 

“We know,” Matt chuckled, his hand on Alyson’s waist, “But we wanted to.”

Shae hands you her gift first, explaining how it was a joint present from her, Justin and Ryan. 

“Awh this is so cute!” You grin as you unwrap it, revealing a self care hamper. It was full of your favourite snacks, candles, skincare items and a little note that reminded you to take time for yourself. “Thank you guys so much!” 

You get up to hug each one of them, and before you could even pull away from Ryan, Folio’s handing you his gift bag. 

“This one’s kind of from all of us,” he motioned to the Bad Omens guys, “I hope it’s okay, I didn't have much time to think of something…” 

You took the gift from the bag, it was a Bad Omens shirt, and all the guys had all signed the back with littles notes, but at the top- in Folio’s massive handwriting- wrote “VIP FOREVER!”

“This is more than okay!” Your eyes softened as you pulled Folio into a hug, “This is incredible, thank you so much guys. This is now officially my most prized possession.” You said with a chuckle as you folded it and placed it back into the bag.

“That’s not all from us!” Matt announced, pointing to a wrapped present on the table, “That one’s from us too.” 

You reached over, taking it from the table and beginning to unwrap it…. It was a scrapbook?

“Look inside.” Nicholas smiled, and so you did. 

The pages were full of candid photos from the last three months, with dates, funny captions and inside jokes written inside. You could feel the tears beginning to prick your eyes again, yet you tried your best to hold yourself together. You just couldn’t believe how thoughtful everybody was, you hadn’t just made friends on this tour, you had found your family. 

“This is so sweet,” your lip quivers as you put it back down on the table and wrap your arms around Matt. “Thank you.” You whisper, and he chuckles as he pats your back. 

“Here’s mine,” Ricky smiles as he hands you his gift, wrapped in a deep purple paper, “I would’ve gotten something more meaningful but like Folio it was pretty short notice, I didn’t know the others got you gifts until this morning and-”

“It’s okay! I didn’t even expect anything!” You smiled, taking the gift from him. 

You gasped as you unwrapped it, it was a framed sheet of paper with handwritten lyrics from your favourite Motionless song, and one of his picks.

“Oh, Ricky!” You looked up at him with teary eyes, “Now this takes the top place of my prized possessions.” You chuckle as Rick pulls you in for a hug. 

“There’s still mine, Chris’ and Vin’s to go!” Angela announces, handing you her gift, “C’mon, I can’t wait to see your reaction to this!”

"You didn't?" Ryan groaned, giving you the impression he knew what it was going to be.

As you opened it, you gave her a look to say ‘what is this?’

“It’s a tour survival kit!” She grinned, “Read the little notes, I spent ages on them!”

You can’t help but laugh as you read out the notes stuck to each item in the basket…

Headache relief pills (for when Vin’s around), your favourite snacks (WARNING: don’t share with the guys), mints (to give to the guys in the mornings, coffee breath ew!), a mini first aid kit (for when you trip over a cable, or Rick falls off the stage again), a stress ball (to squeeze or just through at Vinny, works either way!), room spray (two words, Folio's socks), polaroid camera film (use this for actual memories girl, not blackmail material!!), there was also a sticker that read “I <3 hot drummers” and another one that said “I <3 Noah Sebastian”, and a photo of the two of you from the night you stayed at her apartment, with a friendship bracelet. 

“This is actually amazing, what the hell?! I love it so much!” You didn’t know how to express how this made you feel, it was both so funny and so thoughtful.

“Good luck trying to top this.” She smirked at the others as you wrapped your arms around her.

“I will.” Vinny stated proudly, walking back from his DJ setup, “Mine's the one in the red paper!"

You nodded, placing Angela's gift back on the table and reaching for Vinny's.

As you unwrapped the paper, it revealed a box. And inside the box was...

"Vin, it's a couple rocks?" You laughed, looking up at him.

"No, it's a couple pet rocks!" He grinned, noticing they were upside down and flipping them over, "Look, it's us as rocks!"

You couldn't help but laugh at what appeared to be your hair sharpie-d onto your rock, and his onto his.

"Pet rocks?" You laughed, watching Vin shrug.

"Rick wrote out lyrics from a song two hours ago and you're criticising my rocks?" He sighed dramatically, "A lot of effort went into these by the way! Nobody seemed to have any sharpies and I couldn't find the right colours in any stores-"

"No, I love them, Vin," you smiled, "Thanks for the rocks. I'll take good care of them."

"You better!"

The rest of the night was going very well, you were up dancing with some of the guys and their girlfriends, Vin was doing great as the DJ, and you and Noah even shared a kiss (behind everyone's backs).

But now, you were happily sat down with Angela, sharing a plate of food when Shae left Justin and began to approach you.

“Y/n… Uh, I think there’s something you need to see.” Shae said, her tone calm, yet rather serious. 

“What’s up?” You asked, your eyes widening, "What have they done?"

“The guys? They haven't done anything but... Have you been on twitter this afternoon? Or any of your socials?” 

“No… Why?”

“Oh my God,” she frowned, “I don’t want to scare you-”

“What is it?!” You raised your voice slightly.

“Is everything okay?” Angela asks, watching as Shae slowly shakes her head.

“Have you seen it?” Shae asks, and Angela screws her face up.

“Seen what?” 

“Fuck,” she groans, before taking a deep breath, pulling her phone out of her and handing it over to you, “Read this.” 

You and Angela both begin to read the tweet, and your heart sinks to the bottom of your stomach, the world around you stops, you sit there frozen in fear.

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@/MotionlessInWhiteTea:

Why I think Y/n Y/l/n shouldn’t be working in the scene, a thread

Disclaimer: The majority of this is simply rumours, but there is also photo evidence. Personally I think she has been acting very unprofessionally during this tour and I haven’t seen anyone talk about it. So here’s what I have to say.

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@rumoured-whispers @collisionofyourkissmakesitsohard @lma1986 @thisbicc @dominuslunae @miss570 @miamore0570 @jilliemiw86 @itsyaboinoah @kait16xo @discocowgirly @rainy-darling

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

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Any Sebastian Solace headcannons?

Funnily enough I don't actually have all too many,, here are some I do have tho

(Warning,, a lot of them are kinda angsty loll)

Sebastian Headcanons:

I don't think he has eyelids,, not ones that can shut all the way at least. The reason for this is bc of him (previously) being part sea snake, and sea snakes don't have eyelids. I imagine he probably lost quite a bit of sleep when his eyes first formed this way, due to him not being used to sleeping with his eyes open

Commonly has nightmares about the experiments he endured, and is now (obviously) heavily against being touched due to them. I imagine he likely has a fear of needles n such too now

The first day or two of the lockdown were sleepless for him. I imagine there were probably alarms blaring, the monsters were loud as all hell, and he was running off of adrenaline. By the time the player gets there I can imagine him coming off of that. He's starting to become exhausted after running around the blacksite. This could also partially explain his rude behaviour to the player, he's gone two or so nights without sleep, he's cranky, he's tired and he wants to go home

He probably has lost hope every now n then. He wants to get out of the blacksite, but he also doesn't have a full plan on what it is he'd do after he's out,, he's likely contemplated whether he should be brought out at all. He knows he can't go back home to his family, he knows he can't integrate back into society, not like this at least. However, he also knows that its possible for him to be changed back into a human. He knows the companies he's selling data to have the technology to do that, but would he want to? I don't think he would,, he's been this way for a decade now, he's so used to this body that going back js wouldn't feel like him anymore. Sure, being human again would mean he could go back into regular society, but he couldn't be 'sebastian' anymore. He'd need a new face, a new identity, to start from scratch. His life would never be the same again. That's not even mentioning the fact that he'd likely have to go through the pain of the experiments again, and I don't think he'd want that. He'd likely be terrified to go through all the surgeries and injections and tests all over again, it'd bring back so much of his trauma,, not only that but he'd likely be wheelchair bound or need some kinda aid in walking too, going from a fish tail to legs again? That's gonna be tough, he'd have to completely relearn how to walk

He's very touch starved. There's probably been moments where he's longed to just grab one of the expendables and hold them, but at the same time, he doesn't trust them. These are the same people who'd disrespected his personal space, the same people who have flashed him with beacons. While the urge is there at times, he would never allow himself to. You'd likely have to build a very strong bond with him for him to allow you to touch him

When he moves I can imagine him kinda doing so like a snake, but maybe going in more of a rotating sorta motion, rather than a side-to-side slither. If he's moving quickly he'd likely use his hands for support, almost crawing in a way very quickly

Probably does the same tongue flicking as a snake. He uses it the same way he uses his ears to express emotion. In game u can kinda see that when he's mad, his tongue sticks out a bit, so I can imagine he uses it when he's pissed,, he probably also does it when he's content too

Ok that's all I can reaaaally think of for now,, tho if I think of more maybe I'll make another post, it all depends

[handymanz13]

— sudden alliance.

( 1060 words ) ... in which sebastian and painter officially meet.

sebastian's heart thumps in his chest, rings in his ears, and fogs his brain. the anesthetic, or what little of it there is, still runs through his veins and makes his movement groggy. he's distinctly aware of the blood towards the end of his tail, but he does his best to ignore it.

 sebastian is quick, sure, but not in this state. there are urbanshade operatives behind him, though they keep their distance; they saw what he did, they saw the doors he had opened, and they've got no orders to take him down just yet. sebastian knows, or at least a little voice at the back of his mind knows, it's only a matter of time.

 shouts of, "stand down, z-13," "stop resisting," "stop running," echo in the halls. alarms blare and drown them out. though there are no execute orders, the mutant serpent running through the halls has most certainly been warned for. no one stands in his way, and he's thankful for that.

 he doesn't know where else to turn. his mind is still fuzzy, and he takes to the one place he likely knows better than any operative: the maintenance shafts. sebastian is up there in an instant, into those winding tunnels that cover the entire span of the building, just above their heads. yells and demands to stop continue. sebastian ignores them.

 sebastian clutches his forehead, pressing his head against the walls of the maintenance shaft. though, at his size, it's much closer to a vent. he shakes his head. this isn't the time, nor place, to stop. he pushes onwards, not even sure of where he's headed, he just knows the room he's looking for exists.. he knows the operatives below can hear him; the tiny, pointed legs near his hips are loud as they make tik-tik-tik sounds against the metal flooring.

 it takes him a few minutes, before he finds an opening that does not have the same screams and sounds of boots hitting the floor. just below, he peers down into the opening. a white room with server towers, as tall as the ceiling. a computer in a cage, which sebastian finds odd. not like the computer could run, but maybe it's to keep people like sebastian out.

 sebastian zones into the thought. so much so that he forgets what he's been doing, where he's at, and that he's hovering over a giant opening in the maintenance shafts. he falls, and he falls hard. "fuck!" sebastian shouts as he hits the tile and brings his two largest arms up to shield his head. he whines on the floor for a moment, before a harsh and raspy voice pipes up nearby.

 "oh! hello," it (he? they? she?) speaks, "that's one way to make an entrance, z-13." 

 sebastian slowly lifts his head and squints all three eyes at the source of the voice. shit, that's right! the computer! yes! the mutant fish-man hauls himself towards the grate surrounding the computer and finds his hold. he hauls himself upwards. "you," he pants, out of breath, "how- how do i get in here?"

 the computer draws a puzzled expression. "i-i'm not sure," it stammers, bewildered, "if i knew, don't you think i'd be out of here?" sebastian frowns and furrows his one eyebrow. it makes a good point… if you ignore the leg - or, rather, lack thereof - issue, which sebastian is.

 sebastian is about to give up, surrender himself back to urbanshade, before he remembers he killed an operative. he doesn't have that option. surely this grate can't be that tough. he tries it, grabs the metal wiring, and puts all the strength he has into tearing it. and, sure enough, it gives. it's easy for him to break, and perhaps he's got that mantis shrimp DNA to thank. whatever it is, sebastian is in, and the computer is sputtering repeatedly, "woah! woah, hey! hey, i'll get in trouble, you can't just-"

 "shut up- just- just shut up. where's your keyboard?" sebastian slurs, though the computer can't pick it up. "keyboard, you've got to have one. there's-" he coughs. his chest aches from overexertion. "code, there's a code, and i can- i can get us out, i just…" he trails off. his eyes look bewildered, lost, and frustrated all at once. he bites a hole into is bottom lip. the computer winces.

 "first off," the computer pipes back up, "you're talkin' crazy, and-" it draws a panicked face, "we haven't even met! and you're asking all of these things, and-"

 sebastian grunts. "painter," he suddenly blurts, like he's remembered the name out of nowhere, though he's not quite sure he remembers where he heard it, "i can… hook you up, to the- the…" he doesn't know the words. he gestures wildly upwards, outwards, and whips himself around. painter adds angry eyebrows to the panicked face from before. it's confused.

 "mainframe?"

 "yes- yes, that. that," sebastian snaps his attention back to the computer. "i can get us out, i just need you to buy some time. please." he doesn't wait for a reply. he doesn't have time to wait for a reply. sebastian grabs onto the laptop next to painter and sets off to work. he doesn't have experience with this, but he figures there's a way to override painter's permissions. painter says nothing in protest, and simply draws a question mark and an exclamation point.

 it takes a moment before painter replies, "yeah, yeah. yeah, i'll help! but it's easier if you just let me put the code in," it mumbles. sebastian either doesn't comprehend through the drug-addled haze, or he ignores it. it certainly takes a while, but sebastian finds where to edit the permissions, edit what painter has access to, and it's done.

 sebastian opens his wide mouth to speak, to explain what needs to be done, but he's interrupted by heavy boots and shouts outside of the door. "buy me time, that's it, i-" he swallows, "i'll be back later, i'll be back." and just as soon as he entered, sebastian had hauled himself back up into the maintenance shafts, and was out of sight.

 the operatives breached the door a moment too late, weapons drawn. the only thing left in the room was the lone computer, a tattered fence, and small spots of blood dotting the tile that sebastian had crashed into. 

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