#seb has literal heart eyes my god

[skitskatdacat63]

Having a mental breakdown over the video of seb and mark's Singapore date... 🫠

[vetteltea]

fic rec friday! ☕︎

➞ date: 29th september 2023

➞ welcome to the first week of fic recs! these are my personal favourites i have found during the week and want to share with everybody!

➞ theme: spice, all the spicy stuff

wanna be nearer by @leclsrc [Max smut, such good Max smut. this one sent me spiralling for the pure fact that their fwb relationship is so good. max dirty-talking is a weakness.]

puppy dog eyes by @tommydarlings [Carlos sub smut, he is quite literally the sweetest little thing and he just wants to make the reader feel good and - face sitting? oh my-]

mick & vibrator by @thisismeracing [all of millie's mick pieces send me and this one was the icing on the cake, it was so so beautiful and dominant and oh my god-]

thirsty thoughts - toto by @lorarri [This WHOLE series has been phenominal, but the space in my heart for Toto was so happy for this one!]

sweet like poison by @f1driverszona [SEB SMUT. NEED I SAY MORE? SEBASTIAN VETTEL. HOT. RED BULL SEB.]

➞ please make sure you like, comment and reblog these fics! let's share some love!

[neetily]

hello, so sorry it’s been a few days my govt job has been the literal death of me. but i finally got the chance to write some of those hc’s down i was talking about 🩶

~ sam and seb text about you. all the time. when you’re right next to them, into the late hours of the night. they conjure up hundreds of ways that they can get you alone, to get what they want

~ seb has taken many trips to the wizard (not only for his little toy) but for potions and drugs of all sorts. to sedate you, to make you fall in love with him, to be anything he wants you to be.

~ they have worked hard to set up cameras everywhere. for your safety, truly. to make sure every step you take is accounted for, to make sure you sleep peacefully, and that you don’t notice the watchful eyes on your skin stepping out of the shower every day

~ sam was in the boy scouts as a child, kent using it as the only way to bond with him. sam’s favorite part was learning about tying knots, and practices them whenever he can, the image of you on full display and completely helpless making him drool. until he can, he uses seb for practice, leaving rope burns all over for days.

~ sam’s canines are sharper than normal, and he can’t help but leave puncture wounds on any exposed skin when he has the chance

~ skirts. god do they drive both of them insane. with barely there underwear, bending over the pool table just enough to illicit sharp inhales stuttered coughs. bending at the waist when your phone accidentally falls to the floor, knowing you’ll pay for your teasing later

~ alex. they, especially seb, helped alex with coming to terms with his fluid sexuality. slowly manipulating him into thinking about it, not giving alex the chance to fight the idea that he might be gay, until he’s settled down sebs throat and can’t get enough.

~ day collar. a small one, not enough to spark any conversation unless you already know what it is, locked around your neck with a key hidden in sam’s guitar case. seb nearly collapsed at the sight, full of jealousy and lust, knowing that someone as stubborn and hard headed as you submits so willingly, but not to him. and he will change that

~ hostage. they cannot get that idea out of their hearts. leaking pre at the thought of you exhausted, weak, unable to fight back even if you wanted to. using you until they physically can’t fill you up again

~ obsession. they’re obsessed. with you. stalking, protecting, the whole nine yards. stealing worn clothing items, sneaking into your cabin to watch you sleep, and when they finally get the chance, consuming your blood just to have a part of you in them.

i could expand on these for hours truthfully but that’s the jist of things! i also have some others but i’m not 100% sure if they are ones you are comfy with, as they aren’t on your rules list so i left those one in my brain just in case <3 ilysm

pls take care of yourself thru kinktober !!

stoppppppp im obsessed with every single one of these... !! especially the stalker sambastian duo ough... they just work so well together, don't they? whats mine is yours yadda yadda, working together towards one common goal.

and alex... ughh my baby boy... he so hesitant and unsure, but literally can't stop himself one he gets that first feeling of sebs expert tongue against him... i like to imagine him a passive watcher of the boys stalking habits, offering to exert his strength if need be in exchange for sebs tongue again hehe....

very good thank you for the meal <3

[cevans-is-classic]

18+ only, please. Language, sexual themes, beefy Bucky

Masterlist

Sebastian Stan

@sergeantbarnessdoll (sorry it's short, dear, but I hope you enjoy it!)

He texted hours ago hoping you’d be home when he got in. All he could think about was curling up on your couch, cuddling down with some movies and some snacks before taking a very extended nap. Maybe some other fun stuff, too. 

Nap first though, he needed some sleep, possibly food before that happened. 

He smiles when your car comes into view, his driver dropping him off beside it. Every step closer makes his stomach warm with being home, being with you. 

“Hey baby,” He calls out when he swings the door open, “I’m putting my stuff in the bedroom real quick.” The TV is on, the mumble of voices growing faint as he drops his suitcase off. He hears you laugh, a sharp bark, and he grins before slipping into a pair of sweats and making his way toward the living room. 

He hears the music first and pauses in the doorway — it takes a moment to recognize what you’re watching. When the scene shifts and he sees RDJ he laughs — startling you. 

“Dude,” You look back at him, “Oh, Hello.” 

Seb wiggles his fingers. “Hello to you as well.” 

You flush, fidgeting, “Welcome home.” 

He moves through the living room, sitting on the couch behind you. You shimmy until you’re between his legs and he can drop a kiss on your head, “Mind if I ask why you’re watching Civil War?” 

“Yara and I played a drinking game last night for how many times Steve and Tony say each other’s names. We started with Avengers Assemble but made our way to the movies. I got kind of hooked again and had to keep watching them.” Your eyes never stray from the movie, even as your hand reaches back to grab his.

“Right here.” You point at the screen, “They forgot to put your arm on, or CGI it, whatever, but you can see your real arm and lemme tell you -” You lean forward, “Beefy Bucky is the best.” 

“Beefy Bucky?” He squeezes your hand. 

“Yes.” 

Sebastian watches the screen, eyes following Iron Man as he fights against the Winter Soldier. He remembers the choreography of this scene, how many takes it took, and when he’d switched out with his stunt double. 

He follows Chris chasing after him and watches Bucky try to fly the helicopter away.

“Yeah, I got beefy for this movie,” He pauses. “I felt like I had to size up to the others, which thinking about it now, makes no sense. The only one who I was up against, in my mind, was Chris.” 

“Cap is an asshole.” He knows you have a little frown. “Poor Bucky, though.” 

He laughs, “Yeah poor Bucky.” Both of you keep watching the movie playing on and he has to admit it’s been a while since he’s seen it. Everyone did an amazing job and watching Chadwick- it squeezes his heart. 

“Oh! Oh!” You jump forward, “You missed it, ugh. The fucking motorcycle scene. Baby, babe, he literally throws someone off the bike, but my god it’s gorgeous. Bucky is gorgeous.” 

“First off,” He pokes your shoulder, “That’s my stunt double you’re calling gorgeous. Second, you know I play Bucky, right? Me? The man who is currently sitting behind you?” 

“Yes,” You look back at him, “and you’re hot while doing it.” 

He grins at you, raising a brow when you turn around to face him, “You know, when I first saw this movie I was super drunk and told my partner at the time I was going to suck your soul through your dick.” 

Seb jerks a moment, his stomach tightening. “Yeah?”

“Never fucking thought I’d get the chance though, one in a million shot, right?” He didn’t notice you pausing the movie until the music stopped. 

Your hands trail up his legs as you rise to your feet. “You said you read some comics, right?” 

He grabs your hips, sliding his hands up your back as you settle in his lap, “Some. Why?”  

Your fingers trace the collar of his shirt. “You’re too tall.” 

Seb blinks, “What?” 

“Bucky is only five foot nine in the comics, I think? I’ll have to check.” Seb shakes his head, your fingers touching the edge of his jaw. “I think you make a great Bucky, though. Really brings him to life.” 

He squeezes your waist, digging his fingers in until you squirm in his lap. “You’re welcome.” 

That earns him a wicked smile, your tongue coming out to wet your lips. He follows the path, thinking about the feels of your lips against his and how warm your mouth would be around him. He leans forward to kiss your chin, then your cheek, over to your lips.  

You pause for a breath, “On a scale of one to ten how cool are you with me shouting Bucky while you fuck me?” 

Seb hums, brushing his lips over yours. “Let’s find out.”

[fandomfluffandfuck]

S!! i just reread Cant Explain All The Ways You Get Me High and i’m here to give you double the kudos bc god it’s fantastic 🔥 Honestly that one and I’d Fuck Me are some of my favorites—guess I have a soft spot for your solo scenes! Would you ever explore the inverse, with sub!bucky or seb taking care of themselves? What are the differences there between how steve/chris do it?

Can't Explain All The Ways You Get Me High

I'd Fuck Me

You know, I genuinely never noticed that among those solo, jerk off, fantasy scenes, I've only included the tops and/or doms. Huh. That's interesting. I mean, literally, there's also a scene in my "For Beginners" series with Chris fantasizing about Seb subbing for him...

Chapter One of Accept It

Maybe it'd because I'm a dom? So that sort of fantasizing is closer to my heart? Maybe it's just a coincidence, lol. Who knows 🤷🏻‍♂️

Anyway--

I think it would be pretty similar, I mean, the thoughts going on would be different, of course, but very much that same heady, frantic headspace as they barrel toward orgasm.

I'm not taking requests at this time, but sometimes I can't help myself...

Immediately, I had something in mind for Sebastian:

It's been a while for Sebastian--a while since he's gotten off with all of the work he's been doing (what feels like 15 different projects all that once, he swears) and the resulting exhaustion, and it's been a while since he's seen Chris with the way their careers stretches them apart all too often. So... orgasming hasn't exactly been his top priority. However, he's got the afternoon off. Somehow, after the early morning and late nights and their dedication, his director has decided they all need an early end for this Friday.

Thank. god.

And, with his time off, his thoughts unbusied, it's the tiniest thing that sets him off.

With their dynamic and how Sebastian gets, Chris will regularly send him orders when they're apart. It helps keep Sebastian from being overwhelmed with the need to submit here and now and being unable to, shutting down instead. Order this for dinner. Wear that pair of boxer briefs today. Chose this for the premier. Prep your meals for a week. Send me a photo of you when you have a minute. Sebastian eagerly fumbles to do as Chris says, especially eager the longer they've been apart. Craving a moment of calm, both-feet-on-the-ground steadiness that comes with Chris' pride. His approval. Even if it's just a text--

Good boy.

--or if it's more of a treat like a FaceTime call or rumbling voice memo.

"You're such a good boy, Sebastian."

that leaves Sebastian with chills, head to toe, and a helpless erection.

This time, what sets him off is Chris' reminder that he needs to have real food for, at least, one meal today. He's off set, so he should find something other than what he could get at crafty. Some protiens and healthy fats. Then, when Sebastian sends him a snap of his finished plate, Chris sends him another order as if he can feel that Seb needs to occupy his mind, playing into their push pull.

Make sure to clean it up properly.

Sebastian hand washes the fucking plate, silverware, and glass, despite the equally avaliable and usable dishwasher in his rented apartment nearby to the location they're filming at.

Done!

Sebastian texts him back.

Perfect.

It's one word. And yet...

It hits Sebastian like kick to the chest. He stares at the word, biting his lip. He doesn't expect more. He knows Chris is still working himself. It's more than enough that he's even able to send him a few words back and forth. He's not looking for a follow-up. He's just staring at the word.

Perfect.

Perfect.

Perfect.

Sebastian can hear Chris' voice sliding over the syllables in his head. It echoes through him, leaving his toes curling against the kitchen tile while his eyes slide shut, vividly imagining himself at home with his dom. He's just finished preparing dinner for Chris, home cooked--something simple that he can manage without too much thought, but enough that Chris knows he put effort into it--he set the table, he served Chris his food, then he sat at the table with Chris, watched Chris eat with Chris savoring each bite with smooth swallows and heartfelt moans of approval at the taste, he let (what a hardship) Chris hand feed him bites when he so desired, and he cleaned up their dishes and table, hand washing everything. He wants to. And, now...

Sebastian feels a wobble in his knees, so he lets his phone clatter onto the countertop and grasps it tightly instead.

Now, in his mind, Chris is stalking up behind him and Sebastian's heart is in his throat, ready and waiting for Chris to crowd him against the counter and cabinets and put those big, heavy, commanding hands all over his body. Pawing at him. He wants it. He aches for Chris to bend him over the sink and fill him up, fuck him hard and fast and dirty, while he tells him that he's good. He did good. He served him so well. He takes care of him so perfectly, now he's gonna take care of his perfect sub--gonna take him and use him like he craves.

Chris doesn't.

Not even Sebastian's imaginary Chris bends to his will. He's in charge. He will do what he pleases, and Sebastian will obey his word.

Submit.

Imaginary Chris bypasses him and goes to the fridge instead, bending over--oh, Lord, that's a sight--to reach the bottom shelf on the door where the beer lives, happily awaiting to be drank.

Sebastian dries his hands from the dishes... imagined and real. Imagined, he wants to turn and watch Chris' skillful, beautiful hands crack open the bottle. He doesn't. Real, he stands in place, letting his imagination pull him away, deeper, with how imaginary Chris walks right past him again, this time sparing one hand just to proprietorily draaaag his palm against the small of the back, "join me in the living room."

It's not a question, seeking company, maybe. If you like. But, hopefully. Join me? It's a command.

Everything in Sebastian wants to follow. The gravity makes his muscles weak.

Sebastian follows.

He follows Chris like a lovesick puppy, trailing after him and panting when he arranges himself on the sofa. Always so alluring that it's unfair. How is Sebastian supposed to do anything when his lover exists in such a state? Lounging about, casually, but perfect enough to have come straight out of a photoshoot. Thick, strong thighs spread wide, giving himself room, one arm over the back of the furniture, draped and taking up all the space he likes, commanding all of the suddenly humid air in the room with a heavy, dark look in his eyes.

Sebastian swallows, saliva flooding his mouth.

Meanwhile, Chris' other hand, having come to rest on his knee before, now mimes a gesture or two that's irresistible.

Kneel.

Come here.

Sebastian's eyes fly open, shattering the delicious fantasy his mind is painting. The image so real, so much ink, that it's spilling into his real life. He can't. Sebastian whimpers out loud.

Jesus Christ.

Even in the cold light of his real, afternoon kitchen, there's that pull inside him, forcing him from his comfortable center of gravity. Like missing a step on the stairs. Exhilarating. Heart hammering.

He needs.

The ache is now terrible inside him.

More than he needs anything else, he needs to be between Chris' thighs. That's where he belongs. His vision starts to go a little hazy and useless around the corners at just the thought. Chris towering over him. Powerful and authoritative. It's been too long.

And now Seb can feel the phantom heat of Chris' knees pressing against his shoulders and the weight of Chris' hand on his head, his blunt fingernails scratching his scalp, running through his hair and messing it up. He can feel the friction of denim jeans or cotton sweats or mesh basketball shorts against his cheek, muzzling into Chris where he's packed into whatever the fuck he's wearing but shouldn't be. He should never be clothed. He should--

Fuck me.

He should be between Chris' legs.

Sebastian blinks harshly a few times, trying to clear his vision and push away the raw throb that has begun to spread from deep in his gut to the base of his cock.

Impulsively, he snatches one of his hands away from his white-knuckle hold on the counter, intending to press the heel of his palm up against himself, but--

He whines again.

Here?

He looks around, taking inventory of his current situation, Sebastian gets distracted as his eyes land on his phone, and he recalls that damn text.

Perfect.

Glittering pleasure of praise from his dominant crackles through Sebastian like a lightning strike. All over again. Suddenly, he is back between Chris' thighs. Warm and crowded and so close to falling forward and mouthing at the bulge of his hardening cock in his sweats. Overcome by hunger. He can smell his arousal. Jesus. Seb wants to melt. He wants--

He can't fucking jerk off in the kitchen of a rental.

Can he?

Sebastian whimpers to the empty room. It offers him no comfort. Not a sound.

No.

Not here.

Quickly, Sebastian snatches his phone and dashes on clumsy legs to the bedroom. He's intending on texting Chris, asking him if it's possible for him to steal a few moments away. Sebastian just wants to hear his voice. For a minute. He wants it gruff and pressed right up against his ear, telling him he's perfect and good, and, and tell him--

Sebastian flushes hot, just thinking it. Admitting it to himself for the hundredth time. No matter, it always makes him squirm.

He wants Chris to tell him he's pretty.

He wants Chris to tell him he wants to put him on display and show everyone how good and pretty and perfect and odient he is. And--

Sebastian ends up distracted. His phone ends up on the bed, where he intends to also be. Lying back, relaxing, shoving a hand haphazardly down his pants to let Chris talk him off while he incoherently whines and moans and begs, the closest they can get when so, so far apart, but... he doesn't make it.

He doesn't even make it that far.

Instead, Sebastian gasps to himself, embarrassment making his cock pulse, thinking about how Chris would answer the phone and peel the mortifying words out of his mouth, make him admit how needy he is, then tell him he'a such a good boy for admitting it and he bet he looks so pretty, flushed and horny, and... Sebastian stumbles.

He ends up on his knees.

And.

He can't get back up. Aching. He's on his knees in his rented bedroom, near to the bed, but also too far away for it to be worth it to move again when he's so fucking hard.

The back of his eyelids are painted with the sights and sounds and sensations of their living room. Hardwood floors bite sweetly into his knees. Chris' cologne and laundry detergent clinging to his clothes, fading and turned darker the closer Sebastian leans into him, sweat and musk and arousal. Chris' hands on him. Holding his shoulders. Entwinted in his hair. On his throat or the nape of his neck, squeezing. Holding. Chris' voice rumbling through him, leaving him aching. Aching. Sebastian wants--

He wants Chris' cock out of his pants and in his mouth.

He wants to stare up at Chris' face, contorted obscenely into an expression of heat and pleasure, flushed and slack, as the weight and taste of his thick cock fills Sebastian's mouth. Heavy on his tongue. Coating his throat with the taste. Stretching his lips. Chris' hips pressed against his face, forcing him down his throat and making it hard to breathe in the most incredible way. Sebastian doesn't need to breathe. He needs to taste, to suck, to lick, to kiss, to gag and choke and cry.

He wants to cry on his cock.

He wants Chris to stare down at him over the handsome line of his nose and smirk. He wants Chris to tell him he's got such a good fucking mouth through a drawn-out groan. He wants to hear Chris moan through gritted teeth. He wants to have Chris cum down his throat and make Sebastian swallow, then lick him clean, then keep him warm while he finally drinks the beer he brought into the living room with him, watching the game, and keeping his needy submissive busy all at the same time. Multitasking.

Sebastian wants--

He wants--

Frantically, Seb shoves his hand into his sweatpants and cups his himself against his body, hissing with the temperature difference between his fingers and his heated, engorged dick.

In his mind, he's prolonging the moment of Chris' orgasm. The pornographic expression on his gorgeous face. Suspended in pleasure. The intense, incredible twitches and jerks of his cock as he pumps release onto Seb's tongue. The taste. The feeling. The way, oh, God, when Chris is really, really feeling himself, he'll reach down and recklessly plug Sebastian's nose as he shoves into his tight, wet, heat deeply. And Sebastian will spin. Sebastian will get dizzy. Sebastian will fly. His lungs aching to choke and sputter but not being able to. It all makes Seb so fucking hard. He's not in control. Chris knows what's good for him. Chris knows he's good. He's good.

He's so good!

Sebastian can't help but start to actually fist himself now. He's leaking enough to go faster. Faster. The friction is wearing his nerves down to raw wire, sparking and spitting electricity throughout his whole body. He's, oh, oh, he's--

It's so fucking intense, the images flashing through his mind. Now Chris has finished with him and Sebastian's chest is heaving, his lips buzzing, his mouth still stuffed full, tears and snot and spit running down his face, a complete mess, yet still pretty and perfect to Chris--for Chris. Sebastian helplessly cries out and loses his balance, his mind going haywire, imagining sucking Chris' still half-hard cock after he's finished, and grinding against his shin, feeling, feeling--

Good.

Obedient.

Sebastian falls forward, barely bracing himself against his now outstretched hand--the hand not wrapped around his cock--rather than faceplanting on the floor. His heart pounds in his chest. Lust rushes through him. Overpowering the fear. Pleasure rising and rising and--

"Gonna show me how pretty you are, baby? You gonna cum humping me with your mouth all full, jus' like you need, sweet boy?"

In his mind, in his fantasy, Sebastian cums with a muffled moan around Chris' dick. But, in his rented apartment, crumbling onto the floor next to his bed as if he might've been praying before he drifted off to sleep, he moans embarrassingly loudly. It's nearly a wail. It's like he's been hit over the back of the head. It hits him so fucking hard.

He's demolished as the pleasure crashes over him.

White-hot and ruining. Pumping wet, messy release into his hand and the inside of his boxer briefs. Humiliating and so, so good that he doesn't give a fuck.

"Atta, boy," Sebastian hears inside his own head, Chris' voice, as he achingly shakes through the last dregs of pleasure with a whine.

Oh, God.

But, (bratty) sub Bucky is pretty distinctive, too:

Steve's on a stupid fucking mission and he took his stupid fucking super dick with him (like an asshole) but, somehow, he didn't manage to take his stupid nuclear-level sex drive with him, too. Of all the things he has to leave behind! Fucking bastard.

He knows Bucky can't cope! And somehow, he still goes out there and fights the good fight despite being retired. Newsflash, Rogers, that ain't retired.

"Ugh," Bucky half groans, half moans, caught up in his thoughts, but also caught up in the physical sensations he's dealing with. Coping.

Steve's really left Bucky with no choice now. Not with his super libido bleeding over into Bucky, like, like--Bucky shivers, stifling a moan based on principle--bleeding into him like the hot, wet feeling of Steve fucking him with too much lube and then cumming inside him with his hurricane-like super-swimmers, pumping and pumping until Bucky swears he can see it stretching out his abs like he went too hard at dinner. Too much. Those goddamn swollen, heavy balls and...

"Guh." There's no stifling a dumb noise like that. It is what it is.

What is Bucky supposed to do but order via priority shipping and shove the biggest vibrating dildo he can up his ass?

This, this--

Bucky pants, his chest heaving, practically presenting his high, tight pecs and his begging-to-be-touched nipples. If someone was here to touch them! Bucky can't fight back a whimper, thinking about Steve's serum-hot, fever-hot body against his. His fingers--cruel and mean, plucking and twisting and pinching his nipples until they're puffy and raw, and Bucky is painting his belly white again. His mouth. Those lips. Plush, hot, and slick. Always just the tiniest bite of teeth that has Bucky shouting high in the back of his throat.

His cock jumps. Aching.

Fucking Steve.

This started out of spite. Bucky was bouncing on his fake cock, growling to himself, bratty and motivated. But it's devolved into something messy and pathetic and wet.

There are tears tracking shiny, salty paths down his cheeks when they're not being smeared into the sheets. It's really into a pillowcase. Not sheets. Steve's pillow. It still smells like him, and it's perfect for muffling the sniffling, howling moans that Bucky is pulling out of himself. He misses Steve's cock so much. He misses the rest of him, too. He misses the way he holds him down and pounds into him until Bucky is sure he'll finally fucking split into two. Hammering into him. Growling and grabbing him, throwing him around and making him take it. Bruising his hips and ass. Biting his shoulders, pulling his long hair until he's arched into a weak u-shape, every noise that Bucky has enough air to make fucked out of his wet, open mouth, "uh, uh, uh--"

Bucky aches for going dumb on Steve's cock.

He doesn't want to think! He wants to be able to do absolutely nothing. Fucked dumb.

He wants Steeeeeve!

Bucky whines to himself, his thighs quivering.

He's trying to replicate the magical ability Steve has to melt his brain out of his ears by giving himself as many orgasms as he can with the thick, heavy, vibrating toy shoved deep inside him. It's beginning to hurt. There's a puddle underneath him. Overflowing with pleasure. Yet, lust is still racing under his skin. It makes him whimper and squeeze the sheets in his fists.

He can hear Steve in his head, growling at him, smacking him around, goading him into another orgasm. The only one who can take Bucky; the only one who can hold him down and make him take it.

"C'mon, baby, I know that isn't all you got. You can take it. A cockslut like you? You can always take more. There's still spunk comin' outta'ya. I want you cummin' dry, darlin'. Then, then, I'll think about being done with you."

Instinctively, Bucky wants to do it. He wants to give it all to Steve. He has to. There's no other option.

So, he arches his back deeper. Blooming. His muscles complain, hurting with the stretch despite his daily yoga routine. He just can't--he's been at this for hours. He misses his fella bad.

He can't fucking be bothered, he's too frantically horny and too much of a spoiled pillow princess, to reach back and fuck his hot, puffy, wet hole with the vibrating toy. The closest he gets is jacking his cock. Even that's not normal, normally he has Steve to do that for him. Or, if Steve's not doing it for him because he's working too hard at working his cunt out--stringing him out until he's incoherent and stupid--Bucky is grinding against the bed, the couch, the floor, or whatever Steve has bent him over, unable to wait a minute longer. Right now, jerking off, he's so wet. His dick is swollen, and he can feel his pulse throbbing through it. He keens. Arching and spreading.

He feels fucked out and open but he knows he could be more. He could be hotter, he could be puffier, he could be wetter. If he pulled the dildo out of his hungry hole, he would be gaping. He could be gaping more if Steve had his way with him. Fucking him with that thick, thick cock, then getting frisky and sticking in his thumbs in alongside his dick. Prying him open. Wider and wider. Holding his hole open and feeling his own slick shaft thrusting in and pulling out as he ruins him.

He's thinking about Steve ruining him. He's thinking about Steve fucking him until he passes out--it ain't a true Rogers event until that happens, after all. He's thinking about Steve's strong fingers, scratching down his back, shamelessly groping his ass, and opening his hole. He's thinking about that fucking cock. He's thinking about--

Bucky doesn't want to think!

He wants to be ruined.

With an overwhelmed sob, Bucky collapses facefirst into his man's pillow and cums. Again. Crying out and jerking, soaking the bed.

The minute Steve gets home, he's demanding to be fucked within an inch of his life. Please. He'll get on his knees and beg. He'll break out the puppy-dog eyes and pout and beg. He'll offer to do whatever the hell, bendy painful (not hot, definitely, definitely. not. hot.) position his dog of a boyfriend wants. Anything. He neeeeeeeeds that dick.

[gaysindistress]

Gaysindistress’s 600 followers celebration

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Characters

Seb Stan: Bucky Barnes (my love)/winter soldier, Nick Fowler, Steve Kemp, Lee Bodecker, Max Burnett C Evans: Steve Rogers, Ransom Drysdale, Lloyd Hansen Misc: ACOTAR (Cassian, Az, Rhys), Pedro Pascal characters, Wanda, Yelena, Natasha, Sam Wilson, as well as other MCU characters. please note that I do NOT write RPF or for Tony Stark, John Walker, and Peter Quill. My guidelines can be found at the bottom of my masterlist for more info.

Prompts

I do not take credit for writing all of these prompts. I looked through many, many lists to make this one and I linked them 💕

Angst 💧

"I wish we never met. I regret the day I ever met you."

"I hope you’re happy now with someone else."

"What exactly do you want from me? Because I’ve been trying to figure it out, I just can’t."

"How am I ever going to be the same after this?"

"Say something. Anything. Please don’t let me sit in this silence."

"I stayed because I love you. Now I realize I should have left because you never loved me back."

Protective: ❤️‍🩹

“Hold my hand, okay? It’s gonna be over soon.”

“I need you to close your eyes for me love.”

“When I say run, I need you to do as I say without looking back and don’t wait for me.”

“I swear to you, that as long as I’m alive I won’t let a single soul ever harm you.”

“You can bury me yourself before I lose you. Now get down and don’t move.”

“Listen to me.  . . take deep breaths, yes follow my breathing just like that. There’s no need to panic, I’m right here now, aren’t I? You’re safe.”

Classic Bucky & Sam banter 🙊

“Who let you in here?”

“God you’re annoying.”

“Oh go fuck yourself.”

“Don’t look at me, that was all you!”

“you make me need to carry ibuprofen around.”

“Kiss me and I’ll…” “what? You’ll do what?”

Fluff 🧸

“I love you more than words can express."

“I'll love you til my lungs give out.” “Oh give me a break, you don’t mean that.” “I’m not lying, doll.”

“So… What’s the next date going to be?” Character b murmurs, nuzzling their face on Character A’s neck.

"Stay with me tonight. please."

"We don’t have to talk if you don’t want to. we can just sit here together until you feel up to anything else.”

"did we fall asleep?" "I think we did.."

Suggestive🌶️

This marriage has been nothing but a fake since the start. But we’re staying over at your parent’s home, and they’re expecting us to act like we’re in love… which side of the bed are you, regretfully, taking? 

"YOU SENT ME NUDES WHILE I WAS WITH THE GUYS/GIRLS!"

I’m damn freezing, and I know you run warm. You wouldn’t mind if I…

As a bodyguard, you’ve been posted in my bedroom. Just… come sleep next to me. That way I can be safe, and you can be comfortable. Deal? 

All the other hotel rooms are booked, and even though you are my ex, I would rather sleep next to you than a stranger, or even go back out into the snow. Move over, and let’s not talk about it. 

After a “there’s only one bed” kind of event, I slept next to you. But now, my bed seems so empty, and yours seems so comfortable. 

Dark 🌑

“don’t look at them, why are you looking at them? look at me. they’re not going to help you.”

“go on, scream for me.”

“Do you miss the way that I did everything for you? The way you watched me lose my mind? I hope it was entertaining.” A continues, their tone so chilling, it almost sends a shiver down B’s spine. A chuckles, there are obvious bags under their eyes, but it contrasts the fire within them.

“Did you really think i would let you go? Awe, doll, you should know better than that. You’re mine and I’m never letting you go.”

“I hope for your sake that you can run fast because you have approximately 30 seconds before I rip your throat out.”

“how you come out of this depends entirely on you. so i strongly suggest you cooperate, for your own sake.”

[andrewcogliano]

Please ignore these if you don’t feel like answering them or you already answered them ❤️

No pressure to answer but would love to get to know you a bit better 🫶

Name (or what you want to be called on tumblr)

Where are you from?

Where do you live?

Any pets?

Favorite driver(s) currently on the grid, and why?

Favorite driver(s) not currently on the grid and why?

Favorite romantic driver pairing(s) (e.g. Maxiel, Carlando)

Driver you’re most attracted to physically

Driver whose personality you like best

Favorite driver friendship(s)

Favorite team principal

Favorite team

Least favorite team, if any

Driver(s) you dislike, if any

If you’re a fic writer: if you could only write about one f1 pairing for the rest of your life who are you choosing?

Please send this to 10 (or more!) other F1 tumblr users that you love and want to get to know better 🫶

ooo thank you for this🤍

Name (or what you want to be called on tumblr):

inez!

where are you from:

australia!!

where do you live:

in melb hehe

any pets:

i used to have goldfish as a kid but not any more.

favourite driver(s) currently on the grid and why?

carlos - those big brown eyes captured my heart

lewis - i’ve known about him the longest and he’s the reason i got into the sport

alex - my fellow south east asian. humble as fuck and just such a great guy

charles - very funny and i naturally gravitate towards those who seem like they’re constantly burdened and doomed by the narrative

favourite driver(s) not currently on the grid and why:

seb - his red bull days as a menace. also beekeeping age babe

kimi - his personality. sucker for the cold exterior whose secretly a softy

liam lawson - fell in love during his few races on the grid and now i want him back

favourite romantic driver pairing:

carlando - i mean cmon. everything about them. the way their friendship started in mclaren and just has strengthened. the way lando has been part of carlos’ family. just them.

driver you’re most attracted to physically:

carlos - i mean. everything about him jesus christ he’s too handsome for his own good. i’m a sucker for brown eyes.

lewis - he’s so fucking fine. i love his change to the loose braids they suit him so well. again, beautiful brown eyes.

fernando - older men just phew. and nando god he’s fine. he gets better with age i swear.

driver whose personality you like the best:

alex albon!!!! literally the best guy on the grid

favourite driver friendship:

carlos and lando i mean cmon obviously. but george and alex also have my heart.

favourite team principal:

james vowles my beloved

favourite team:

unfortunate victim of scuderia ferrari

least favourite team:

red bull🤚🏼

driver(s) you dislike, if any:

checo and hulkenberg

[bbgem329]

Things Are Never As They Seem… Chapter Four

Pairings—Sebastian Stan x Actress!Reader, Sebastian Stan x OFC (PR relationship)

Summary

You and Sebastian Stan have been dating privately for over two years. Everything is perfect until he is coerced into a PR relationship when he signed with a new agency to advance his career. Trouble ensues…

Warning

MINORS DNI!! 18++. Fluff. Angst. Smut. Language. Penetrative sex, pussy job. Soft!Seb. Seb is good bf. Did I miss anything?

Series Masterlist

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August 12, 2020

“I’ll see you Monday, lover.” You signed, mustering a small smile as you slipped your tote bag over your shoulder. “And thanks again for making time for me today. I feel better prepared to slip back into Anya now that I’ve caught a glance of her look for this season.”

“Y/N.” Blake called out, dropping a makeup brush on the counter before shuffling around the chair.

You spun around as he approached you, one brow corked as you waited patiently for him to speak again. Only to be caught off guard as he flung his arms around your frame and pressed you to his soft chest.

“It’s all going to work out, sweet cheeks.” He hummed softly, chin resting on the top of your head. “Don’t even stress about it, alright?”

God, this man was a godsend.

You buried your face in his chest as you took a moment to thank the universe for sending you the best makeup/wardrobe artist and an even better friend all those years ago.

“I know.” You mumbled against the fabric of his soft t-shirt, pulling back enough to offer him a genuine smile, “I’m just really, really fucking bummed.”

“I know you are, honey.” He pouted, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “But you and I both know that man’s heart only beats for you. One birthday and anniversary missed isn’t the end of the world. You always have next year to make up for it.” He winked, a big grin tugging at the corner of his plump lips, “And many, many more after that.”

You nodded solemnly, exhaling a shaky breath, “I really hope so.”

“Baby, just trust me on this.” He huffed, combing his fingers frustratingly through his flaming orange hair, “I know how a man looks when he’s in love… And you are it for him. The only way you’re getting rid of him is if you literally forced him to leave.”

You rolled your eyes, adjusting the strap of your bag as it slipped down your shoulder before crossing your arms over your chest.

“So don’t go getting in your head now!” He scolded, wiggling an accusing finger in your face, pale features pointedly stern but faltering around the edges, “Go back to your hotel, draw up a hot bath, have a glass of wine…Or maybe a bottle,” He leaned forward to whisper, “And order some good takeout too”

You nodded noncommittally, bottom lip worried between your teeth as you considered his suggestion.

“Enjoy the long weekend because once shooting starts Monday, it’s going to be nonstop.” He reminded you, giving your tensed shoulders a subtle squeeze. “Get some rest, okay? Be sad today, let it go tomorrow, and be ready to kick some ass.”

“Yes, sir.” You giggled, leaning up on your toes to press a kiss to his freckled cheek before turning to swing open the door. “I love you, see ya Monday.”

“Love you more, boo.” He cooed, blowing you an exaggerated air kiss. “Oh, and don’t call me tonight. As much as I love to chat with you all wine drunk and probably crying, I’m going out with Damion.”

“Oh my god.” You gasped, whipping around in the doorway, eyes wide and lips turned up in a big, proud grin, “It’s about damn time. Why didn’t you say anything?”

Blake’s cheeks flushed, caramel eyes flashing to the floor and you couldn’t help but laugh, never in your six years of working together had you ever seen him so shy or flustered.

And for anyone who has ever met him, wouldn’t use such terms to describe him.

Flamboyant, ostentatious, self-assertive, and unperturbed were more fitting for your Blake.

“I don’t know.” He shrugged, twirling a few of the many gold rings adorning his fingers. “I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, ya know? If it didn’t work out or something.”

“You’re kidding right?” You gawked, “That man has been pining after you for three years and you for even longer.”

“Whatever.” Blake rolled his eyes, waving a hand dismissively, though you didn’t miss the way his bashful smile grew and the pink in his cheeks darkened. “You never know.”

“Oh, I know.” You smirked, wiggling your eyebrows suggestively, “I know how a man looks when he is in love…”

“I do not sound like that.” He gasped, hand pressed offensively to his chest. “For someone who claims to be an actor you really need to work on your impressions.”

“Shut the fuck up.” You cackled, leaning forward to swat at his chest. “You definitely do.”

“Whatever.” He grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest, lips turned down in a pout.

“Don’t be sour.” You chuckled, poking at his flushed cheek. “I’m just messing. But seriously,” You smiled, “I’m so fucking happy for you. You better call me tomorrow morning and give me all the details.”

“Fine.” He grumbled, waving a hand dismissively, “If you really feel the need to live vicariously through me…”

You scowled, whacking at his chest and causing him to fall forward in a fit of giggles.

“Kidding.” He gasped out, “I’ll call you. I promise.” He pressed a quick kiss to your forehead before spinning you around and pushing you out the door, “Now, go. Get some rest.”

“Geez, Blake.” You chuckled, “I see how it is.”

“Don’t take it personal, sweetheart.” He grinned, “Love you. Bye bye.”

You didn’t even get the chance to respond before the door was slammed in your face. You chuckled softly to yourself as you slipped your mask on.

The walk back to your hotel room was long and lonely. The normally busy streets of London were mostly bare due to the current COVID regulations and it left a raw ache in heart to think about just how different this world has become.

Slipping your phone from the pocket of your gray t-shirt dress, your heart dropped when once again you found no messages or calls from Sebastian.

Communication, to say the least, had been limited between the two of you lately—phone calls too few and far between and text messages left on delivered for hours.

It wasn’t like either of you were purposely ignoring each other, at least you hoped it wasn’t like that on his end.

You knew he was just busy dealing with the PR and trying to somewhat prepare himself for filming ‘The Falcon and the Winter Soldier’ that was due to pick back up in September. He’d also done a bit of charity work while in Madrid, Spain just as he traditionally did for his birthday.

You were still upset over missing the celebration of his birthday and your anniversary but you were trying really hard to look at the bright side.

At least now you had more time to prepare for filming, settle into your temporary home, and adjust your sleep schedule. You even had the chance to fly into London with Blake because he was required to arrive earlier than the cast and he was a great travel buddy.

And as Blake had assured you, there would be plenty of time to make up for it later. There would be many more birthdays and anniversaries to celebrate with Sebastian in the coming years.

You were confident of that.

You had to be.

You were so lost in thought the entire walk and before you knew it you were stepping into the lobby. You greeted the lady at the front desk with a small wave, to which she eagerly returned, on your trek to the elevator.

The ride to your floor wasn’t too long and your room was right off the elevator.

Although you hated being away from home, you had to admit the hotel was nice and they’d provided you with a nice big suite that included a decent kitchen. That way you didn’t have to rely on eating out during your stay.

A quick swipe of your room card and you pushed into the room. You let the door swing shut behind you, tossing your bag under the little table by the door. Your shoes were soon to follow, a soft spilling from your lips as your bare feet slipped across the cool floor.

It was really quiet, something you enjoyed more often than not but at the moment it was just a painful reminder of how lonely you’ve felt the past month and half. And for a brief second you considered the idea of a dog. One that you could take everywhere with you just as Henry did with Kal or Chris with Dodger.

Maybe you’d talk to Seb about it next time you spoke.

You wandered aimlessly to the fridge, your mind on a one track route to the freshly bought bottle of red wine nestled on the shelf.

“Hey there, pretty girl.”

You let out a startled scream, jumping half a foot off the ground. You spun around, hand placed over your heaving chest and heart beating frantically and sporadically.

“Oh my God.” You gasped, eyes bulging as you took in the sight before you. “Oh my God.” You cried out before barreling straight into the arms of the man you loved most in this world.

Sebastian didn’t hesitate, catching you in his arms with ease as you threw yourself into him. Instinctively, your arms looped around his neck and your legs around his waist.

“What,” You choked out, tears of relief budding in your eyes, “What are you doing here? How?”

“Had a lay over here.” He breathed out, burying his face in your hair. The familiar scent of your shampoo brought forth a wave of comfort and warmth he had desperately needed. “I demanded to stay for a few days.”

You couldn’t help but cry harder, pressing your face into the crook of his neck as you clung to him like a lifeline.

“Baby, don’t cry.” Sebastian whispered, one hand rubbing along your back as he pressed soft kisses to the side of your head and down your cheek. “I missed you so fucking much. Had to see you.”

“You’re here.” You croaked out, tilting your chin up so you could see his face. “You’re really here.”

“I’m here, sweetheart.” He smiled, voice cracking slightly and tears pooling in his cerulean eyes. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m all yours until Sunday.”

You let out a little squeak, burrowing your face back into his shoulder. Your body shook and trembled in his hold, muffled cries of utter relief echoing throughout the room.

Eventually, he plopped down on the edge of the bed, with you snuggled securely in his lap. He made sure to hold you close, rocking you in his embrace, whispering sweet words and placing soft kisses on any area of skin he could reach.

“I missed you so much.” You mumbled as you shifted to straddle his lap. “You have no idea.”

“I missed you more, baby.” He smiled softly, reaching up to cup your cheeks with both hands. His thumb brushed tenderly along the flushed skin there, inadvertently wiping away the remnants of your tears. “I promise you.”

You didn’t miss the way his eyes had flickered down to your lips, nor the way his hand slipped down to loop around your back, pulling you tighter against him.

You felt the mood shift, something needy and heavy settling between the two of you.

Sebastian’s tongue darted out to lick his lips, lids growing heavier and eyes darker.

A tug on the hair at the nape of his neck and you surged forward connecting your lips to his in a desperate, heated kiss.

He tasted just as he always did—like spearmint, a hint of coffee, and something uniquely Sebastian.

It wasn’t hard to lose yourself in the kiss and soon enough his tongue was prodding at your bottom lip, begging for entrance.

You didn’t need to think about it, eagerly parting your lips to taste him fully, your tongue meeting his in an all too familiar dance.

It wasn’t long until you found yourself rolling your hips into his, your clothed core brushing deliciously against the growing bulge in his grey shorts.

“Fuck, I love you.” He breathed out, lips sliding down to trail open mouthed kisses along your jaw and down your neck. “Missed you so much, frumos.”

A soft moan slipped from your kiss swollen lips, head tilting back to allow him better access as he paused to suck lightly on that tender skin just below your ear.

“I love you.” You managed out as his warm hands creeped up your dress, grabbing handfuls of your ass to aid you in your movements against him. “Need you so bad.” You whined, pawing at the cloth covering his broad back.

“You have me.” He whispered against your skin, “I’m yours for the taking.”

You pushed him back slightly, just enough to trail your hands down the strong plains of chest and abdomen until you reached the hem of his black t-shirt. He lifted his arms as you dragged the fabric up over his head and tossed it somewhere across the room.

You only had a second to admire his bare chest and chiseled abdomen before Sebastian was slipping your dress off. Once free, he brushed your hair from your face and pressed his lips to yours once again.

You let out a startled squeak as he flipped you over, pinning you beneath his large body on the bed before rolling his hips up into yours.

Your back arched as his clothed cock brushed just right against your clit, and Sebastian swallowed your moans, large fingers creeping up the warm skin of your back to free the clasps of your bra.

Once your breasts were freed from their confines, his mouth left your own to trail hot, wet kisses down your neck and to your collar bones. His full beard leaving a delicious burn in his lip’s wake.

You gasped as his mouth enveloped your breast, tongue flickering over your peddled bud.

“Please.” You cried out, legs locking around his waist, hips lifting desperately to meet each deliberate, drawn out grind of his hips. “Need you so bad.”

He gave one last harsh suck to your sensitive bud before pulling away with pop. He shot you a devilish smirk, lips swollen and eyes hooded, as your fingers weaved into his tousled hair.

“I know, baby.” He cooed tauntingly, hand sliding up your bare waist to twist and tweak your sensitive nipple between his fingers as his hips rolled steadily against your own. “But there’s no rush. We have all weekend.”

There was a pleasant flush to his cheeks that spread down his glistening chest and the look on his face and the twinkle in his eyes were enough to tell he was just as far gone and desperate as you were.

A little begging and you would have him right where you wanted him.

Inside you.

“No.” You mewled as he dipped back down to suck on your other breast, intent on giving it the same amount of love and attention as he had the other. “I need to feel you. Please.” You clawed at his shoulders and back, feet pressing into his ass and lower back, pushing his clothed cock harder against you. “Need you inside me. Right now. Can’t wait.”

He let out a filthy groan, sucking harder on your pebbled bud.

“Please, baby.” You gasped out, hands snaking between your bodies to tug on the band of his shorts. “Fuck me.”

Sebastian moaned against your skin, hips rutting faster against your barely covered core. He released your sensitive bud pressing his face in the valley of your breast.

He didn’t protest as you pushed him onto his back before crawling over him, a look of pure determination and desperation on your flushed face.

He watched you from beneath hooded lids as your thumbs hooked on the band of his shorts and briefs. He lifted his hips and you tugged them down, freeing his aching, weeping cock.

“God,” You breathed out, eyes trained on his long, thick, veiny member as it sprung out to slap against his abdomen. “Missed your fucking cock.”

“Yeah?” Sebastian smirked.

You crawled further up the bed, slipping out of your panties on the way, before settling yourself back over his thighs.

“Yeah.” You grinned, licking your lips as you took him in your hand, brushing your thumb over the tip, collecting the bit of precum residing there.

“Fuck, baby.” He hissed out as you tightened your hold and jerked your hand up and down the length of him. One large hand wrapped around your wrist, halting your movement as the other settled on your hip. “Let me eat your pussy first.”

“No.” You shuffled forward, positioning yourself over him, your feet flat on the bed. “We have all weekend for that. Need to feel you.”

“Fuck” He grit out,, grasping both your hips as you wrapped your hand around the thick base of his cock before swiping the tip of his cock through your drenched folds. “Fuck, feel so good.”

You caught him off guard by pressing his cock flat against his abdomen before settling yourself on top of leaking length, your soaked folds parted to rub against the hot flesh there.

“Fuck.” He groaned, head thumping back against the pillow and eyes rolling to the back of his head as you rolled your hips, his grip on your waist tightening. “What the fuck?”

You chuckled delightfully, a string of soft moans slipping from your lips as the head of his cock bumped deliciously against your sensitive bud each time you rocked your hips.

“Ah, feels so fucking good.” You mewled, hands pressing on his slick chest to steady yourself as you sped up your movements. “So fucking big.”

Sebastian’s hands fell to your ass, guiding your movements and pushing you faster and harder over his thick member.

“Yeah?” He panted out, lips parted and expression a little dazed. “Think you can cum like this?”

“Mm.” You whimpered, nails biting into the skin lining his chest as you rutted faster and harder against him.

“Come on.” He grit out, bottom lip trapped between his teeth as his hooded gaze traveled the length of your body. “Fuck, you’re fucking gorgeous, baby. Using my cock to get yourself off.” He lifted a hand, landing a hard smack against your left ass cheek. “God, I fucking missed you. Missed you and your pretty pussy.”

A high pitch whine slipped from your lips at his filthy words, only spurring you on more.

Your head lolled back, eyelashes fluttering against your flushed cheeks as he landed another harsh slap to your plushy behind.

The coil within your navel was tightening rapidly, seconds away from bursting, “‘m gonna cum. Please.”

“Fuck, come on.” He groaned, hips lifting to meet each of your desperate grinds. “You’re fucking soaking my cock.” His eyes rolled back on his head, losing himself in the feeling of your warm, wet, pulsing core slipping over his leaking length. “God, you’re so sexy. So beautiful.”

You let out a pitiful whine. With each grind of your hips, you could feel the slick tip of his cock catching on your quivering hole.

“Fuck, your pussy’s begging for it, baby.” His grip tightened on your hips, nails biting harshly into the fleshy skin there. “Feel your body trying to drag me in.”

“Please.” You cried out, “Please. Please.”

You weren’t sure what you were begging for. You definitely didn’t want him to stop but God, you desperately needed him inside of you.

“Cum for me.” He whispered, voice breathy and husky. “Need to feel you gush all over me like this.”

“Sebastian.”

“Come on, baby.” He urged, delivering another harsh smack to your ass. He could feel your body beginning to tense, your thighs trembling on either side of his hips, and your pretty cunt pulsing with every bump of his tip to your blushing nub. “Need it, honey. Give it to me.”

The pressure grew tighter and tighter within your naval. Sparks bursting behind your eyes and an all too familiar ringing sounded in your ears.

“I’m here. I got you.” He whispered, eyes alight and thumbs swiping tenderly over each hip bone. “Let go. I love you. I’m here.”

You tossed your head back, a soft cry of his name spilling from your lips as your body seized up and you let go.

The very moment you climaxed, Sebastian lifted you effortlessly by the waist and brought you down hard on his cock.

He let out the filthiest moan you’d ever heard as your pulsing, wet walls engulfed his length completely, slipping in effortlessly up to the hilt with how wet you were.

“Fuck.” He hissed, chest heaving and eyes squeezed shut in attempts to hold off on blowing his load. You felt way too fucking good wrapped around him like a warm, wet fist, your walls trembling through your climax and sucking him even deeper than before. “Oh. Fuck.” He grit out, “Feel too fucking good. Need a minute. Want this to last.”

You didn’t listen.

Of course, you didn’t.

Far too lost in the feeling of his cock filling you up. He fit perfectly inside you as if he was made just for you.

“Feel so good, baby.” You whimpered, voice breathy and whiny. Heeding his warning, you adjusted your stance on either side of his hips, lifted your hips until only the very tip of him remained inside you before slamming yourself back down on his thick length. “So fucking big.”

“Oh. Baby, no.” He cried out, eyes rolling to the back of his head and his hands tightening on either side of your hip in attempts to get you to slow down as you set brutal pace, fucking yourself fast and hard on his cock. “Baby, please.” He panted out, “Not gonna last. Been too long.���

“I don’t care.” You pouted, frantically shaking your head, “Need this. Don’t hold back.”

You pressed your hands back on his slick chest, streadying yourself as you leaned down to trail open mouth kisses along his neck, pausing to suck softly on his pulse part, something that you knew drove him wild.

You never ceased your quick pace, picking up the speed as he squirmed beneath you, his low grunts and whines echoing loudly throughout the room.

“Can’t…” He panted out, back arching as his hips began to meet you thrust for thrust, a smirk splitting across his face when you cried out as he angled his hips to hit that special spot with each drag of his cock. “Can’t cum before you. Need one more.”

“Yes.” You moaned out, straightening up again as his thumb slipped down to where your bodies were connected, gathering the slick spilling down his length before sliding up to rub tight circles over your sensitive bud. “Fuck, missed you so much. Love you so much.”

You were a withering, babbling mess. Head tossed back as his thumb brushed harder and quicker over your clit, in tune with each of your thrust.

The coil within your naval was tightening, your second climax approaching faster than it ever has before. Your legs began to shake on either side of his hips, turning to jelly and causing your rhythm to falter.

“Please.” Sebastian sounded so fucking gone, his face flushed, eyes hooded, lips parted as continuous grunts and moans spilled from his swollen lips. “Need you to cum. ‘M gonna cum.”

“Ahh.” You moaned out, nails digging into his chest as you worked yourself harder and faster on his cock, lifting all the way up before slamming yourself down fully on his pulsing member. “So close.”

“Need to feel you cum. Need to feel you soak my cock.” He whined, free hand guiding you harder while his thumb flicked quicker and quicker over your bud. “Please. Please, baby. I love you. I love you.”

One last swipe over your hard clit and deliberate circle of your hips sent you careening over the edge with a cry.

Your trembling body fell forward, landing limply against his slick chest, babbles of his name and ‘I love you’ tumbling from your lips as you vision swam and your core clenched around his twitching cock.

“Fuck, that’s it.” Sebastian moaned, wrapping his arms securely around your waist, pinning you to his chest as he planted his feet flat on the bed and thrust frantically up into you. “Fuck feel so fucking good. ‘M gonna cum.”

You held on tight, practically drooling on his chest as he lost himself in the feeling, fucking up into you with reckless abandon.

“Esti al naibii de superba.” He moaned as you tilted your head to press soft kisses along his chest, hands sliding up to intertwine in his tousled, chestnut locks. “Te iubesc atat de mult.”

You whined pitifully, the sound of skin slapping and his grunts echoed obscenely throughout the room.

The moment he started speaking Romanian you knew he was fucking gone.

“Te iubesc mai mult.” You breathed out against his skin, lips trailing further up to suck softly along his jaw as he continued to flex his hips up into you, his rhythm faltering. “Cum for me, Sebastian. Fill me up.”

“La dracu.” He whimpered, grip tightening on either side of your waist, twitching cock pistoning in and out of your abused hole. “Gonna cum. Gonna fill you up.”

Sebastian thrust his cock as deep as it could possibly go before letting go and painting your walls white with a loud cry of your name.

He fell limp beneath you, chest heaving and breathless pants spilling from his swollen lips. You lifted your head from the crook of his neck to take in his blissed out, content expression.

“I love you.” You whispered, combing his damp locks from his face and pressing a soft kiss to his bearded cheek. “I’m so happy you’re here.”

He gave you a lazy smile, eyelashes fluttering against his flushed cheeks as he gave your waist a subtle squeeze before wrapping his arms and holding you tighter to his chest. “I love you so much, pretty girl.”

He lifted his chin, lips pushed out and up, a silent plea for a kiss. You giggled softly, dipping down to connect your lips to his in a soft but passionate kiss.

A few more quick pecks and you settled down, resting your head back on his slick chest, his hands brushing tenderly along the smooth skin of your back.

It fell comfortably silent, only the sounds of both your steady breathes, Sebastian’s content sighs, and his heartbeat thumping steadily beneath your ear sounded throughout the room.

You hadn’t been this content since he’d left for Spain a month and half ago. You felt so much lighter and happy now that he was back in your arms, here with you. It was as if a weight had been lifted off your shoulders and you felt you could cry of relief.

This was exactly what you needed.

He was what you needed.

Nothing else mattered as long as you had him.

You knew it was temporary—you only had the next four days with him but to both of you, it was better than no time at all.

And you’d make sure to make the most of it.

“Wait,” You mumbled, lifting your head so your chin rested on his chest.

“Hm?” Sebastian responded without opening his eyes, his hands never ceasing their ministrations on your back.

“How did you even get in here?” You asked, “Like how did you get into my hotel room?”

Sebastian chuckled, peaking one eye open as a smirk crept up on the corner of his pink lips. “Ella and Blake helped me plan this.”

You gasped softly, which caused Sebastian to laugh, the sound like music to your ears.

“Of fucking course they did.” You groaned, playfully rolling your eyes, a grin splitting across your flushed face. “Those sneaky fucks. No wonder they were both acting so weird the past couple of days.”

That seemed to make Sebastian laugh harder, his entire body shaking beneath yours. “I was so worried Blake was going to ruin it. He’s so bad at keeping secrets.” He choked out, “Shit, babe. I was worried I was going to ruin it. Do you know how many times I almost said ‘See you soon’ before ending our calls?” He shook his head, lifting a hand to run it down his face. “That’s why I stopped calling you so much. I can’t keep shit from you.”

“Good.” You giggled, scrunching your nose at him. “You shouldn’t keep secrets from me. I’ll find them out anyways, always do.”

“I know.” He grinned, cupping your cheek as he lifted his head to kiss you quickly. “But I managed to get you this time.” He smirked against your lips, “You had no clue and I’m going to cherish this moment and rub it in until the day I die.”

You groaned, burying your face in his chest. “Fine, fine.” You smiled, gazing up at him from beneath your lashes, your heart stuttering in your chest over the sight of his breathtaking smile and the pure happiness residing in his cerulean eyes. “You did good, baby. This was the best surprise ever. Thank you.”

“It’s a gift for me too.” He shrugged, a cute blush rising to the apples of his cheeks. “I had to see my best girl.”

You shifted up, pressing your lips to his once again, pouring all of your love and adoration into the kiss. To which he eagerly, happily returned.

“I love you.” You whispered against his lips, “Just in case you forgot.”

He laughed, free hand skimming up your back to cradle your other cheek, his nose bumping softly against your own for an Eskimo kiss, “I could never forget but I do love to hear it.” He pecked your lips, “So feel to remind me-”

You nipped at his nose and he yelped before falling into a fit of laughter.

“Kidding, kidding.” He croaked out, thumb swiping across your pouty bottom lip. “You know I love you so much, pretty girl. Always have, always will.” He smiled softly, steel blue eyes scanning your face “You’re it for me, ya know that? It’s me and you forever.”

“You and me.” You whispered, tilting your head to brush your lips against his.

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[skitskatdacat63]

Niche history ramble(also boy king mention at the end ofc) //

I was reading abt Maximillian I today, the second Habsburg emperor, bcs ive prev read about his father who I think is very interesting. But omg somehow this guy is even more interesting, but in a completely different way(I like his father Frederick III bcs I think his life is very funny ooc, but Maximilian I is genuinely really cool!) Also it's surprising to me that it took me this long to read about him, considering I very vividly remember seeing his portrait in a museum in Vienna. It's weird looking at it being used as the display pic for his wiki page bcs im like ...I've seen that in real life omg....

He's referred to as "The Last Knight"(as well as being nicknamed "Heart of Steel") And god I love now having random knowledge, cause I'm reading this like "ha, how very Don Quixote of him" and then the very next line in the biography was like, historians question whether he genuinely was like a knight or if he was a Don Quixotic figure 😭😭 glad to see I was on mark. Anyways, I wonder if Cervantes knew abt this, like I wonder if him being popularized as the last knight was a widely known thing back then. It's funny how Don Quixote was written at the end of the 16th century, but even back in the beginning of the century, being a knight was still kinda an outdated thing. I like how the two views on Maximillian I are either that he was the Last Knight or the first Rennaisance prince who had Machiavellian ideals. It fits into my weird obsession w those two works(The Prince and Don Quixote)

Anyways that being said. Boy King au Fernando is def like this, except he has literally nothing to back it up djfkkglg. Like at least Maximilian I was actually out there being insane. Fernando just sits in his cozy reading room, fantasizing while reading The Prince, and commissioning suits of armor as decoration(thats what he says. The real purpose is to dress up in them so he can feel cool.) I think this is honestly a reason he goes along with the marriage. He begrudgingly finds Seb's family history to be very cool and interesting, and he isn't opposed to being around it 🤭 Well, begrudgingly isn't the right word. He's very earnestly obsessed with it, but he can never tell Seb that bcs Seb will literally never let it go.

Seb just finds him staring up at paintings of Seb's ancestors, and Fernando, tears in eyes, hand on his heart, proclaims "I'll continue your legacy!!!" Seb is both mocking him like "he's not even your relative" but also has tears in his eyes like omg he's my family 🥺 he's accepted being my family 🥹

[idy-ll-ique]

His Lovely Girl.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x F!Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Requested: nope

Warnings: insecurity

Summary: Sebastian spoils her all the time. What has she ever done for him? When someone leaves a rude comment under her Instagram post, she can't help but rethink her entire relationship with the handsome actor.

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! We're back to Marvel lol, enjoy!

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"I'll see you later, dove, have fun!" Y/N grinned when her boyfriend leaned over, pressing his lips to her forehead. "Bye, Seb, I'll miss you," she whispered and he looked down at her, his heart swelling in his chest, full of appreciation for her. He loved her so much. "I'll miss you too, Y/N, but I'll only be gone for around 6 hours." Y/N pouted and he couldn't help it.

He leaned over and pressed his lips to hers in a chaste kiss. "I know. Go now, I don't want to be the reason you're late." He laughed heartily when she pushed him away with a smile. "Oh, doll, everyone knows about us, they'll know anyway." With that, he waved at her and left the apartment they shared. Y/N had moved in with him 2 years into dating.

Sebastian Stan; let's just say, he was a busy man. Y/N sighed and got up from the bed, feeling hungry. They had started dating 4 years ago, and what years those were; the most blissful ones in both their lives. They loved each other to death, and they knew that. Y/N waddled into the kitchen and looked around the various cabinets, finding a box of Mac and Cheese.

It was a funny story, actually, how they met. Y/N, at the time, was working as a barista at Starbucks. One day, Sebastian had walked into the Starbucks where she worked, and she was the one who took his order. He was extremely polite, funny and a bit awkward and just like that, she fell in love with him all over again. Y/N was a Marvel geek and Sebastian had noticed.

"I really like your hoodie, doll, where'd you get it?" he had asked her after telling her his order. And she had looked down, seeing the custom-made hoodie she wore. It was black in colour, but one of the sleeves was silver and had a red star on the bicep, just like his arm from the movie Captain America: Winter Soldier.

Bucky's trigger words were printed on the front of the hoodie. She had blushed furiously, simultaneously cursing and thanking her fate and coincidence. "I had it custom made," she had told him at the time and he had grinned so wide he thought his mouth would tear open. That was the moment where he, too, realized that he was getting a crush on the pretty barista.

And he hadn't hesitated to ask her for her number. He had taken a tissue paper, scribbled his number down and had written what's yours? ;) underneath. When he went to pay for his coffee, he purposely made sure that he wasn't giving her any change. With his notes, he slid her the tissue and she took it, giving him a confused look.

When she read it, her breath hitched. While pulling out his change, she had discreetly written her number down on the tissue, saved his on her phone and had given the tissue back to him with the coins. Both of them had grinned widely at each other when he left. While walking home, he had taken out the tissue and had seen her number written neatly under his. And his heart raced, Y/N is worth it.

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*@yn_yln posted a photo*

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yn_yln Mac and Cheese, anyone? :D

Y/N smiled and logged out of her Instagram account after posting the photo. She just couldn't resist; she looked good that day, one of those days where she felt confident enough to post a picture. She kept her phone away and sauntered into the sitting room to watch something on the television. An hour passed before she yawned, feeling tired.

2:05 pm, her watch displayed. Well, there's no harm in an afternoon nap, am I right? Sebastian wasn't home anyway, and it's not like she had anything to do. Grabbing her phone off the dining table, she walked into hers and Sebastian's shared bedroom, plopping down on the bed. She decided to check her Instagram before falling asleep and opened the said app.

She went through the page that displayed all the likes and comments, pausing at one comment. Her heart dropped as she clicked on the comment, her entire being filling with an uneasy feeling. You're only dating him for the money, admit it. Until then, she had never even thought… about that. Throwing her phone to the side she sat up, breathing heavily.

Y/N was currently jobless. After they started going out, she continued working at Starbucks until last year; Sebastian had suggested that she leave the job and work somewhere better, earn a higher salary. Y/N had discarded the idea at first, since the job paid enough for her to go about her daily things and where would she even find another job?

Starbucks was okay. But Sebastian wouldn't hear it. So she left the job, now jobless. She had applied to a few places but hadn't received any news as of yet. They're right. I'm living off of him. I don't even have a job. What does it look like? A broke woman dating a rich, handsome guy? Oh my God, am I leeching off his hard work? All those thoughts rushed through her head in a span of a few seconds.

The more she thought about it, the more she teared up. Blinking the tears away, she lay back down and curled up under the comfortable blankets. His blankets. She closed her eyes, trying her hardest to fall asleep but the tears were proving it to be difficult. Fortunately, she drifted off into an uneasy slumber 15 minutes later.

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"Baby, I'm home!"

Silence. Sebastian frowned, carefully walking into the house. "Y/N?" he called out but there was no answer. Keeping the bag he was holding away, he walked further into the apartment, stopping at the doorway of their bedroom. "Aw," he whispered under his breath, smiling, stepping into the bedroom. He gently sat next to his sleeping girlfriend.

His knuckles traced her cheeks but he froze. Why is she so cold? His soft touch was enough to wake her up, because she stirred and blinked up at him. "Seb, hi, welcome back." Her voice was hoarse. "Y/N? Did you fall sick?" he asked worriedly as she sat up, distancing herself from him. "I'm not sick," she muttered but Sebastian wouldn't buy it.

He reached out to cup her cheek, feeling like he had been stabbed multiple times when she leaned away from his touch. "Y/N?" She shook her head and looked out of the window, bringing her knees to her chest. "Just wanna be alone right now." She didn't want to send him away. She wanted to sit in his lap, listen to him rambling about his day…

But she also didn't want to be near him. Do I even deserve him? "What happened?" he insisted, his eyes going wide when she glared at him. "Go. Away." He scrambled off the bed without another word, softly closing the door behind him as he walked into the sitting room, running a hand through his hair. He sat down on the couch and looked around.

What happened in those 6 hours that he was away? Sebastian knew she wasn't on her cycle, it still had another week to come. So it wasn't mood swings. His eyes landed on the empty bowl of Mac and Cheese sitting on the dining table but they skimmed right past it, not knowing that that bowl was the reason for Y/N's sadness. Then he stared at the designer handbag on the opposite couch.

Picking up the bag, he strode back to their room, knocking on the door. Maybe seeing a pretty purse would lighten her mood? "What?" Y/N called out from inside and he opened the door, holding the purse up. "I brought you a gift." Y/N's heart started thudding in her chest and tears glistened in her eyes anew as she stared at the bag with utmost resentment.

"I don't want it."

Sebastian went rigid. She never rejects my gifts. "Y/N—" She started shaking her head. "No. Return it. I'm not taking it. I don't want it," she repeated, her glare now directed at him. "But doll…" he tried, freezing when her jaw clenched. "Get out." Disheartened, he walked out once more, more confused than anything. Now I have to know what happened.

Inside the room, Y/N sobbed silently. The bag was so pretty, her favorite color, the sleek design… she wanted to keep it so bad, but she knew she wasn't worthy of it. Sebastian brought her gifts all the time. Most of them expensive as shit; he had the money to blow off. What had she done for him? Nothing, really. He spoiled her heartily, never once allowing her to do the same.

"You're mine, baby girl, mine to love, mine to cherish, mine to spoil."

She was definitely leeching off him. Outside the room, Sebastian took out his phone and texted Y/F/N, who was Y/N's closest friend. They rarely spoke, but Y/N told Y/F/N everything and he knew she'd have answers.

hey, do you know what's up with y/n

why what happened

she's in a really bad mood

she's angry at me and I brought her a gift but she won't take it

she usually loves them but today…

OH WAIT

I know what happened

she texted me in the afternoon

something about a comment on Instagram or something

ig that's why she's in a bad mood

oh

thanks

I'll check it out

He ended the conversation and opened Instagram, seeing a new post from his dear girlfriend. Sebastian couldn't help but smile as he liked the photo, commenting a heart emoji. There were only around 22 comments on the post, so he decided to go through them. Which comment had triggered her? He found it instantly and his nostrils flared.

Replying to the fairly rude comment, he typed, how about you fuck off and mind your own damn business? If you don't like her, unfollow and leave. There's literally nothing else you need to do. After hitting send, he kept his phone away and, determination shining in his eyes, ran back to the bedroom.

He threw open the door and a sob escaped the lips of the startled woman. He started taking off the annoying clothes he was wearing until he was just in his boxers, sliding into the bed next to her. She attempted to push him away but the strong man didn't budge, holding her on his lap as she thrashed. Soon, she gave up the fight and melted against him, crying her eyes out.

"I'm sorry," she apologized again and again, her breath hitching. "Hush, baby, it's okay, I'm not mad," he whispered, rubbing her back, helping her calm down. She rested her head on his shoulder, her arms tight around him. "Tell me the truth. What happened?" he asked even though he knew the answer. Tiredly, Y/N narrated everything; from the comment to all her insecurities.

Sebastian gently cupped her cheeks, wiping her tears off. "Y/N, you're mine. I love taking care of you, I love spoiling you, and I don't do it because I expect something in return, I do it because I love you. Don't listen to strangers on the internet, what better work do they have? Nothing but lowlifes. You don't have to do anything for me. I don't want you to do anything for me."

"But Seb…"

"No. No, you're my girlfriend and only the best for my girl. I love all the gifts you get me. I cherish them wholeheartedly. Just you being my girl is a gift better than anything else in the world, to be honest. But I'm going to continue looking after you whether you like it or not. You don't even have to go to work, I'm here for you. I love you." Y/N teared up again.

They were happy tears.

"I love you so much," she cried weakly and Sebastian pulled her to him, cradling her head, breathing her in. "I love you too, doll. Now will you take my gift, please?" She nodded against him and he gently lowered her on the bed, going outside to get the bag. Once back in their room he handed the bag to her, smiling at the way her eager hands reached up to accept the gift.

As he watched her admiring the bag, he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, till death do them part.

His girl, his lovely girl.

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A/N: Leave a like if you enjoyed, thanks for reading!

[sunder-soul]

1- Love your writing it’s *chefs kiss*

2- Can you write about how Tom is trying to get the attention of Hufflepuff reader by actually being nice like buying them flowers,telling them they look nice, always offering to help them. But he does it in a grouchy way and at the end it’s just fluffy. 👉🏽👈🏽

Holy shit this is just the most. Yes. Yes yes yes.

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

An Easy Mistake

Summary: Tom keeps trying to be nice to Hufflepuff Reader, but somehow it always seems to go wrong...

Wordcount: 1.6k

Content warning: none

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

“Is that Riddle?” Sebastian asks in sceptical disbelief.

Your whole group look around at once to see that yes, indeed it is Riddle coming towards you where you’re set up at a large table in the corner of the library, chatting more than you’re studying.

“What in Merlin’s name does he want?” Cecil mutters, shaking his head incredulously, the golden frames of his glasses gleaming against his dark skin.

“Maybe he’s going to tell us off for talking in the library,” Ethel giggles, blushing nearly as red as her hair as she glances Riddle’s way again.

“He’s quite pretty, isn’t he,” you say under your breath, giving Sebastian a cheeky look, “shame his face is hidden by a book half the time –”

“ – and kissing Slughorn’s arse the rest of it,” Seb interjects.

You both descend into giggles and Cecil pointedly thumps your shoulder right as Riddle arrives before you.

“Hello,” you say loudly, ignoring Cecil completely as you grin widely at Riddle.  

Riddle blinks once at the odd display, looking supremely unimpressed. “Hello,” he says smoothly as he stands tidily beside your table.

Sebastian kicks you under the table and you kick him back so hard that he chokes on a laugh. Riddle shoots him a sharp look and Seb attempts to school his expression into something composed (with very modest success) as you continue to grin blandly at Riddle.

“Might I have a word?” Riddle says coolly, his gaze swivelling back to you. He looks like he’s already regretting approaching you.

The other three immediately duck their head to hide their snickers as you gawp at Riddle, utterly bemused. “I suppose...” you say as you slowly stand.

He nods and walks off down a nearby aisle. You follow, giving your friends a baffled look over your shoulder – they shrug back theatrically, and then you turn the corner to find Riddle pulling something out of his bag.

“Here,” he says smoothly, handing out a small stack of parchments.

You take them automatically, scanning the first one. “Notes? On Delphi’s Brew?” you ask slowly, raising a questioning brow as you glance up at him.

“Yes,” Riddle says, sliding the clasp of his bag back into a place with a sharp click, “my notes. I heard that you’re attending Slughorn this weekend whilst he makes it.”

You stare at him a moment, unable to fathom how he knew about your extra credit assignment. “And… and why exactly are you giving me these…?” you ask, confused.

“To make sure that you do so correctly,” he says curtly, looking irritated.

You narrow your eyes and hold his notes back out to him. “Thanks,” you say coolly, “but I think I’ll manage.”

Riddle stares at you blankly. You hold them out a bit more and raise your brows. Something hard falls across Riddle’s face and he snatches them back. “Is there a particular reason you’re refusing my guidance?” he snaps.

“Very bold of you to assume I need guidance, Riddle,” you say sharply. “Is this because I’m a Hufflepuff?”

“No, it’s because Delphi’s Brew is an incredibly complex potion that only the most proficient Potioneers attempt,” Riddle says, just as sharp.

“Is that so?” you say, crossing your arms, “And why exactly did you assume that I’d need extra assistance rather than just raising your estimation of my Potions skills?”

“I was trying to help,” Riddle hisses.

“Perhaps you should offer Slughorn your notes then,” you say loudly, “considering I’m the one making it and Slughorn’s attending me.”

You wheel around and stalk back to your friends, sitting down angrily.

“What did he want?” Ethel asks quickly.

“To condescendingly insult my intelligence,” you grumble, returning to your work. “Merlin, some of those Slytherin boys really think they’re a cut above the rest of us, don’t they?”

“Ignore him,” Sebastian declares loudly.

“Shame he’s so pretty if he’s rude,” Cecil says casually. “What a waste.”

“You don’t have to talk to him,” Seb smirks. “You can just admire him from afar, like Ethel.”

“He’s much better from afar than up close,” you mutter.

“Like a Monet painting,” Ethel sighs dreamily.

“Or a Flesh-Eating Slug,” Cecil deadpans.

You all descends into giggles again.

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“You’re joking,” you say disbelievingly.  

A bouquet of flowers has just appeared in front of your breakfast plate, a huge bouquet of flowers. The garish, impractically large blooms are packed together and tied with a lavish green velvet ribbon, all wrapped in what looks like silk – it even has a few fairies clinging to the stems. It would have cost a fortune.

“Who sent that?” Seb laughs, picking them up. “Merlin’s beard, it’s hideous –”

“Is someone trying to buy your affection?” Ethel giggles.

You eye the bouquet disapprovingly. “I sure hope not, they must not know me at all.”

“This is hilarious,” Cecil says dryly, taking the bouquet from Sebastian and running his fingers across the ribbon. “To think, they could literally walk outside, pick a single weed and hand it to you, and you’d like it more than this.”

“That’s because that would take effort and time,” you say exasperatedly, “this is just...”

“Showing off?” Sebastian smirks. “Bet it’s from a pureblood whose whole personality is their family name…”

“Can I have the ribbon?” Ethel asks quickly, leaning forward. “It’ll look nice in my hair.”

By the end of breakfast you’ve given nearly everyone at the Hufflepuff table a flower from the horribly exorbitant bouquet – though the fairies linger around your head for a few hours before floating off out the door during Herbology.

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That Saturday, you step into the Potions classroom for your advanced assignment and just about turn around and leave again – Riddle is sitting at Slughorn’s desk, his eyes flashing to yours when you enter.

There’s a tense silence.

“Riddle,” you say evenly, stepping forward and letting the door shut behind you, “how… unexpected.”

“Slughorn was called away on business,” he says, calmly shutting the book he’d been reading and setting it on the desk. “I offered to attend you instead.”

“How generous of you,” you mutter, dropping your bag by the desk and collecting your cauldron from the cupboard before returning to set up.

“You look…”

You slowly look up, barely able to believe the words you’ve just heard come out of Riddle’s mouth. He’s looking at you with a supremely frustrated expression on his face, his eyes fixed heatedly on yours. “Yes?” you prompt disbelievingly.

“Different,” he finishes flatly.

You arch a brow. “I’m not in my uniform, Riddle, could that possibly be the difference?”

“No,” he snaps, “I meant…” he waves at you, his lips a tight line. “You look nice.”

You round on him fully. “And that’s a notable difference, is it?”

“Have I offended you somehow?” Riddle snaps, leaning back in his seat. “It seems that no matter what I do, you’re displeased.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I offer to help you with this potion and you act as if I’ve snapped your wand in half,” he says angrily, “I give you flowers and you pull them apart and give them away –”

“That was you?” you ask, dumbfounded.

Riddle’s eyes flash and he stands swiftly. “This is pointless,” he breathes, seizing his book off the desk. “I’m leaving. I trust you can handle this by yourself.”

He strides away and you watch him go in shock. The door slams a little too hard behind him.

You look back at the cauldron on the desk, your mind picking over your last few interactions with Riddle – and a horrible realisation dawns on you.

“Oh my god,” you whisper to your cauldron, mortified. “He was trying to be nice.”

Your head whips around and you dash across the room as fast as you can, wrenching the door open and skidding into the corridor as you frantically look around. You only just see a sliver of him disappearing around the corner and you sprint after him full speed.

You round the corner precariously, heart lurching at the sight of him about half-way down the corridor in front of you –

“Tom!” you shout, hurrying forward.

He stops at once, and slowly turns back to you as you slide to a halt in front of him, panting. “You – you were trying to be nice,” you gasp, leaning your hands on your knees.

Tom arches a brow. “Yes,” he says caustically.

“I didn’t realise,” you say, squinting up at him. “I thought you were being a condescending prick – you may want to examine why that was an easy mistake to make –”

Tom’s jaw tenses and he looks away. “Did you want something?” he asks through clenched teeth.

“Go to Hogsmeade with me,” you blurt out.

Tom’s eyes flash to yours, his tension melting into surprise at once. “What?”

“Hogsmeade. Go with me,” you repeat, standing up. “On a date.”

He stares at you. To your equally strong surprise and delight, you can see the faintest pink on his cheeks. “Alright,” he says quietly.

“Okay,” you say breathlessly, before giving him a cheeky smile, “just – no more ridiculously expensive bouquets, alright? Not really my style.”

He nods wordlessly, still staring at you.

You look back down the corridor behind you. “Listen,” you say slowly, turning back to him, “I… could use a hand with this potion… if you still want to.”

Tom blinks, and there’s a long moment before he replies. “I did bring my notes,” he says smoothly, a very small smirk building on his lips as he turns fully towards you. “In case you changed your mind.”

You snort. “I’m sure you did,” you say wryly, shaking your head.

[musette22]

Okay so I was looking for Seb gifs in case I had to cheer up Tej and I came across these again and I’ve been staring at them for a while now kinda in disbelief? And i thought who better to share it with than Minnie, so we can cry together about how fucking PRECIOUS this baby is ??? 😭😭😭 just like, his eyes and his smile in the first one? SOBBING. Heart overflowing. And the look of shock in the second one? WEEPING. So freaking adorable. And the tongue thing and then the way he stares up after? SCREAMING. Baby boyyyyy 🥺💖💖💖 anyway. I’m very normal about himmm (he’s so so pretty pretty). Hope you’ve had a lovely weekend and that capitalism doesn���t get too much in the way of you getting to do things that make you happy this week 💛💛

Yes, yes, YES, oh god Maya he is a literal angel, I can't believe it 😭 Look at his big eyes, his sweet smile, his pretty little face!!! He is so precious and beautiful and adorable, how even??!

I don't know what it is about his facial expressions that always manage to make me coo and swoon and want to pinch his cheeks, but they do 🥺 There's something so endearing and sweet yet cheeky and interesting about him, I still remember being completely captivated by him for the first time almost five years ago now, and it's still just as real today, if not more so ❤️ I can't believe our baby is going to be FORTY in two weeks 😍 Wow I love him 😭😭

Aaahh and thank you, my sweets 💖💖 You're truly just as much of an angel as our Sebastian is! I'm sorry I've been ranting about capitalism so much lately, I've just been having some beef with it 😅 Hopefully it all balances out a bit more soon! I hope your weekend has been wonderful and that your week off is going to be relaxing and filled with things that make you happy as well! ✨✨ Sending all my love your way!! xxxx

[mntalbrakdown]

Jealousy, Jealousy

Sebastian Stan x actress! reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4| part 5 | part 6 | part 7

based on 'jealousy, jealousy' by Olivia Rodrigo

mentions of: angst, sexualization, growth, comparison to other people

masterlist!

You completely lied about having to wake up early tomorrow, so instead, you were laying down on your bed, scrolling through your Instagram page. When you either had the best idea or the worst thing you could do to yourself. You decided to see the woman's page that Sebastian showed you at the picnic, the same girl who showed up at the Marvel Cast’s get-together. But that’s beside the point. You scroll through her page and oh my god she’s hot, maybe even hotter than you.

“Life isn’t fair,” you say wanting to throw your phone across your room, see you were a confident person, about damn time if you say so yourself, I mean you're stuck inside this body, you better love yourself. You hate scrolling through Instagram seeing all these girls too good to be true. With paper-white teeth and perfect bodies. Wish I didn't care, I know that beauty is not my lack. You were a so-called ‘beautiful actor’ as much as the title sounded great, it sucks because you are one of the most sexualized females out there.

It feels although you weren't allowed to feel insecure because there feels like there is so much weight on your back about how you are hot and cant feel like you weren't and you can’t let it go, the comparison is killing you ever so softly, and a bit too politely if you say so yourself. Your phone turned off by itself and that’s when you realized you are once again spiraling again. Why do you care so much about kids who don’t even know you? You are so sick of how your brain was wired it made you want to gag. You wanted to be someone else, anyone else. Jealousy might as well kill you, it has you right where it wants. It started to follow you, creeping up at your most vulnerable moments, and out of nowhere, your cat startles you because they jumped on the bed and snuggled up to you. You were tired of seeing everyone get all the things you want, I mean c'mon! They have their own house, at least five cars, millions of dollars, trips every other month to a different place. I mean how could you not be jealous. You were happy for them, but then again you were not. They get everything you want, cool vintage clothes and vacation photos.

You can’t stand it, oh god you sound like a maniac, their win isn’t your loss, you know it’s true. But you can't help get caught up in their comparison, you get compared to almost every other female actor and it never is about how you act. It’s always your looks and who is sexier. It is slowly eating at you, killing you at any given moment. “God I think too much,” you say aloud to the ceiling that has a skylight on. And out of nowhere, you knocked out.

buzz buzz buzz

The sound of your alarm going off and making you wide awake.

y/n I want to meet up today, please

It was too early for this, to get a text from Sebastian at nine in the morning seemed a bit much, especially when the last time you talked to him it ended in an argument.

I don’t want to

You sent a text message back, but then heard a knock on your door, great he was here.

“Hey Seb” you look at him with groggy eyes

“Nice outfit,” he says pointing to your hello kitty PJ pants and just a simple bra

“Gee thanks,” you say with a half-hearted smile

“I wanted to say sorry,” he says

“It’s ok, it was my fault, after all, it’s just that I am very jealous Sebastian about how I wish I could be anyone, literally anyone in the whole the fucking world, I mean like look at the new girl you are talking to, she has it all, she has cool friends, she goes out every night, in her daddy’s new car, yeah she’s living the life, got a pretty face and a pretty boyfriend too,” you say pointing to Sebastian “I want to be her so bad and I don’t even know her,” you say facing the ground because you were too scared to face Sebastian.

You did want to be her but she doesn’t have any play on why your life is shit right now. Sebastian was the one who moved on, even if she didn’t exist there would have always been another girl, it’s called fate. All she is, is what you should be happier, prettier, jealousy, jealousy.

“Comparision is killing me, Stan,” you say making both of you laugh “I think I think too much,” you say facing him and shifting your posture.

“Why,” he asks

“See that’s the thing it’s for the dumbest reason too, it’s about how kids who don’t even know me, I am so sick of myself, I‘d rather be anyone else."

That was about a few months ago, people have seen you blossom and become marvelous, 'you were glowing' is what people have said to you. you couldn’t help but laugh at all the questions people have asked you, about your past relationship and how you feel about Sebastian. After all, it does lead back to him.

“Everything is going great, I have nothing but love for the man, I hope he’s happy,” you say into the mic and looking at the camera. It was true, you have grown so much, you couldn’t wish something bad to happen to him. You were at a red carpet premiere for the Fast and the Furious movies, you grew up watching them with your siblings so being in a movie like this completed your life.

“People have seen me at a very bad place in my life, but now look at me, I’m not trying to sound cocky, but I am much happier and I hope people see me and see that as motivation to grow,” you say smiling, you could feel someone staring at you, you were also on the red carpet so it was probably nothing, but you turned to face the gaze of none other than Sebastian Stan. He walks up to you and side hugs you and you return the favor and hug him back. You had a huge grin on your face.

“Hey, how are you?” you ask looking at his beautiful blue eyes for the first time in a while

“Good, good, you look great,” he says and you mouth a simple ‘thank you’

“So Sebastian, we hear you have a special someone,” the interviewer asks and you look at her and then back at Sebastian who didn’t look away from you, you looked at him confused.

“Sebastian? Hello?” you ask trying to catch his attention

“Yes, hey! Sorry what” he asks

“Are you dating anyone” you ask straight to the point

“Oh, I sure hope I wasn’t at this moment,” he says following your movements and how you laughed at his jokes

“So you are dating someone” you try to confirm his words for the journalist

“Uhuh,” he says completely dazed

“Cool, loverboy, you should probably stay loyal to her, or else..well you know what will happen” you give him a dig at what he did to you, I mean he did cheat on you.

“I might impregnate you, because wow our kids would look beautiful,” he says still enamored at your beauty.

“You should probably not say that when you’re in a relationship” you look at his eyes

“Screw that relationship”

“You shouldn’t say that Sebastian” you kept eye contact, you didn’t want to be the reason you broke a relationship. After having many failed attempts at trying to lose Sebastian, it finally worked and you were able to watch how you acted in your movie and you cringed at yourself, yes people have called you a great actor, but it seems as if everything you do is completely shit in your opinion.

“You look great,” Sebastian says

“Shit I didn’t know you were there” you were startled making him laugh. “Why do you say that? You ask

“I know you are hard on yourself, but y/n you are a great actor, everyone says so, shit Leonardo DiCaprio even said so,” he says looking at you, you smiled at him, you never said it aloud at how each of your projects you do, in your opinion they should be in the garbage.

“Thank you Seb but I am not getting in your pants,” you say making both of you laugh.

“I know you won’t, but I miss you and I hope you're ok, I just want to be friends again, you are one of the most fun people I can hang out with and I don’t know, I just miss you,” he says with an empathetic smile

“Thank you Seb, but I can’t, maybe when I can fully trust myself, but for now, let me continue to grow, please,” you say and he nods.

a/n tell me if you want me to be in my taglist!

taglist: @slut-for-buck @toms-spiders

[another-fantasy-world]

The Idol’s Inspiration

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Title: The Idol’s Inspiration

Pairing: Valkyrae || Rachell x Fem! Reader

Summary: In which the international singer find’s her inspiration in a certain brown eyed-often screaming- streamer

Warnings: None? Fluff. Awkward Crushing. Top Rae? (Oh Gosh)

Word Count: 2,905 Words

@short-kid27​ helped me with this one. Go check her out she’s actually great

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You scoffed when you saw what your bandmate tweeted out, tweeting as if he wasn’t using his phone either. Deciding to throw something at him, you spot a plastic perfume bottle, reaching out for it, only for Luna, your other bandmate to slap your hands of her perfume bottle.

“Don’t you dare.” She playfully glares before turning back to her original position, with her hair stylist tending to her long reddish-brown hair.

“Sebastian, you are so lucky you’re on the other side of the room right now or I swear to God, you would have a concussion.” You frowned, before turning back to your phone, further proving Sebastian’s point.

“See?! What are you even doing?” He loudly asks, you barely hearing him from the noise of blowdryers.

“Writing.” You answered, annoyed. It wasn’t a lie tho, You were now writing a new song, since your management once again are rushing you to write at least 12 songs for your new album.

“We wrote 3 songs yesterday. Calm down.” Your bassist, Luna reassured you, who just finished her glams.

“We’re supposed to be finished with this by the end of the month. How am I supposed to calm down?” You complained.

Ever since your band, Coldify, got enough attention, your management barely gave you enough time to just breathe and write like you used to, How were you supposed to produce quality music?

“Choco Milk?” Jace, your drummer offers you his second cup

“No thank you. Hot sweet things stress my throat. Maybe later though.” You stood up, thanking your stylists, before changing into your casual clothes, since you would be doing a Q and A session first as a soundcheck and also for extra fan service before the concert proper.

Once you finished changing, you walked out of your dressing room, only to find that your bandmates are now all set up, all except you.

Jace is fiddling with his drum sticks

Luna is tuning her bass guitar

And Sebastian is playing a random tune on his electric guitar.

You rolled your eyes at them, before slinging your own acoustic guitar over your shoulder, the familiar weight and pressure of it’s strap makes you smile.

“Are we ready guys? We can start now, there’s only 5 minutes left.” You asked them, plugging in your “in-ears”

They all nodded at you and you guys started to do your signature intro, you playing a few notes on your acoustic, followed by Sebastian and Luna, then you all run out, hearing the screams of your fans intensify, before Jace started banging on his drums, ending your intro with all of you guys harmonizing your band name and lifting your right arms up, showing the compass tattooed into the insides of your wrists, symbolizing your band and the friendship that will never grow old.

“What is up LA!?” You loudly said into the mic, chuckling when they screamed louder than your own mic.

“Well, we certainly need to up the mic volume later.” Luna giggled, sitting on one of the chairs positioned in the middle of the stage.

“Mhhmmn. Let’s all calm down first yes? You guys save your energy for later.” Sebastian winked into the crowd, also sitting on one of the chairs, with his mic in his hand.

“Great, great. We’re all settled in, Please sit down and let’s start this 1 and a half hour Q and A? Soundcheck? Fan service? Whatever you want to call this whole shebang.” You joked, thanking the staff that gave you your own water bottle.

“You know the drill, if you don’t that’s fine. My name is Luna and I am the one who plays the amazing silver-gray bass back there.” Luna introduces herself

“That amazing silver-gray bass that you would marry someday. I swear you are inlove with that thing.” Sebastian teased, earning him a loud smack to the shoulder.

“That is animal abuse. Stop it.” You hold in your laugh, but bursted out laughing anyways when you saw the appalled look on his face.

“My name is Jace. And I bang my sticks into a hallow cylindrical thing for a living. I heard they’re called drums but whatever. I also live with these idiots and I, unfortunately, am the one who holds their leashes.” Jace introduces himself, smiling into the crowd

“Okay, Father. My Name is Sebastian. aka the most attractive one in this group. I play the guitarrrrrr. You guys can call me Seb, Sebastian or Daddy. Your choice.” He winked.

“Ew.” All three of you pretended to gagged, before laughing at Sebastian’s pouting face, your audience also laughing at your antics.

“Okay- Okay, Stop. We need to be serious. Gosh. My name’s Y/N! And I’m your local sapphic lead singer. Yes, I need to say that everyday because people still debate that I’m straight. It’s annoying” You introduce, taking a sip of your water

“Right. So this is how it’s gonna work. There are multiple Coldify interrogators, as we call them, roaming around, all you have to do, is raise your hand, first one they see wins the first question. And the cycle continues until we run out of time.” You explained

“HmmHmmn. So are you guys ready?” Luna asks, earning a few “Yes!” and “WHOOOOO” making all you guys chuckle.

“Okaaaay! on 3. 1,2,3! OH! That redhead with the all black attire. I like that.” Sebastian calls, waiting for the guy in the uniform to hand the girl the mic.

“What’s your name love?” Jace asked the now blushing girl

“Ah. Kadie. I just wanna say that I am such a big fan and I wanted to know if, besides the tattoo you guys have right now, the compass, are you guys still planning on getting a matching tattoo?”

“Ooooh. Tattooes. Hmm. I personally would love to have another tattoo. But you see, Sebastian here cried when we first tattoed. And I am not looking forward to that at all.” Luna answered, laughing when Sebastian whined.

“Oh yeah. No. Not again.” Jace agreed, while you just smiled and nodded.

“Next Question Please.” Sebastian interjected before you could even talk

“Hi my name’s Catherine-” You guys interrupted her to say hi

“Hehe. Hi. Uhm, I wanted to know if you guys have like, favourite youtubers or streamers?” She asks shyly, which made you smile.

“Oooooo. Okay, now you guys get to know why I tweeted that earlier.” Sebastian chuckles

“Okay Mr. Snitch. But uhm. I would have to say... Sykkuno. His voice is just the best-”

“Excuse me? Corpse?! Hello? Corpse has the best voice don’t even. He’s my favourite, what you said was just Corpse slander” Sebastian interrupts Luna, to which Luna answered with a glare.

“Uh-huh. Okay. As I was saying, Corpse’s voice is good, but Syk’s is just this wholesome anime type voice that just melt’s your heart you know? He should be a voice actor for like, an anime protagonist. AND HIS PERSONALITY IS SO GOOD AND WHOLESOME LIKE WHAT THE FUCK?” Luna gushes, nodding to Jace before she goes on a full rant

“I’m sure you won’t match with him, expecially since he’s quiet and you’re loud and abnoxious.” Sebastian casually says

“You know what?”

“Pokimane...” Jace speaks into the mic, interrupting the siblings from fighting. “...Because she’s actually a really good gamer, and she also has a cat called called “Mimi” and that’s major points in my book.” Jace says, smiling.

“Hmm. That’s actually a tough choice... I would have to say-” You were interrupted when your phone let out a noise, letting you know you forgot to silent it.

“BABUSHKA!” Your face felt hot as you desperately tried to put your phone in silent, but it was too late.

“My phone just outed me what the hell?” You mumbled into the mic, hiding your face as you hear your fans laugh and coo at your cuteness and embarrassment.

“Anyways, if that didn’t answer your question, I don’t know what will. But uhm, Valkyrae. 100 percent. She’s just really skilled in video games and has probably played more games than me. Also, she’s absolutely fucking gorgeous and I just love her personality and all.” You smiled, still feeling a little bit embarrassed

“I just love her personality- Please, last night you fell asleep to her playing a horror game. She screams alot in that video, I’m just saying. How could you sleep to literally her screaming in your ear?” Sebastian shrugs, ignoring the glares you sent him

“Just this morning, you were frowning because there was another viper on the team Rae was fighting against in Valorant, and you accused that viper of being a copycat.” Jace added

“Or the fact that you always flinch, or dodge and curse whenever someone shoots at Rae-” Luna finishes making you cover her mouth before she says something more

“Okay. I think it’s pretty obvious that I have a crush on Valkyrae but please- Stop.” You grumbled, frowning playfully at your fans when they awed at your band’s interaction.

“Next Fucking Question Please.” You huffed, closing your eyes and leaning back into your seat, trying to settle your beating heart

Rae will for sure see that. Oh my god. Thoughts of Rae seeing your clip of literally simping for her has your heart running marathons.

“Hi! Uhm, this question is for Y/N”

You hear the gasps of your bandmates, but you pay no attention to it since you were still gay panicking inside

“What will you do if you ever met Valkyrae in person?” a familiar voice echoed in your ears, you of course can’t figure out who it is.

“I honestly don’t know how I would react. Maybe faint? But then probably hug her? I dunno? Kiss her cheek maybe? I mean, how would you react if you meet your long time crush?” You answered mindlessly, chuckling silently knowing that you probably faint and be knocked out for God knows how long. Or maybe you’d fumble and embarrass yourself.

You hear your bandmates join in the laughter with the audience, and that made you open your eyes, throwing a confused glace to Luna who just patted your back and made eye contact with who, you presume, asked the question.

You followed her gaze, eyes widening when you saw the brown-eyed brunette beauty holding the mic. Your brain lagged, trying to comprehend the situation.

“Uhm, I mean- Unless, You know? She’s uncomfortable about it. I don’t wanna make her uncomfy, you get me? First impressions are a thing. I mean- I’m just gonna shut up.” You just spat words out before your brain could even comprehend it.

Come on Y/N keep it together. She gotta think that you’re cool. Not an awkward gay mess.

“Pfft- Little too late for the first impressions that included you being cool.” Jace threw his empty water bottle at you

“...I said that aloud didn’t I?” You asked, now trying to hide your face behind Luna’s back, who’s doubling over from laughter

“Please, someone tag me when you decide to upload this very moment. I wanna blackmail Y/N with it.” Sebastian wheezed out.

“I think we can do something with the hugging thing. Just don’t faint on me.” Your eyes snapped to Rae’s as you see the smirk etched on her face, her hands still holding the microphone

Your eyes widen as your fans, screamed and a series of “OOOOOOHHHH” and “Get it Y/N!” erupted, making your embarrassment amplify even more.

“Is it embarrass Y/N day today? God, please- Next Question please. Oh Jesus.” You put your face in your hands, trying to hide.

Thankfully, they didn’t pry anymore, your embarrassment slowly subsiding as they asked about your daily life, career, albums and upcoming awards. After finishing a couple more questions, you guys sang a couple cover songs, and that’s what concluded your soundcheck. (Sebastian managed to sneak in Janet’s PETTY song, which you rolled your eyes on but sang nonetheless.)

You walked out and to the backstage as you shoved Sebastian playfully for making kissy faces.

“Y/N and Rachell sitting on a tree-” He was suddenly cut off by someone

“K-I-S-S-I-N-G” Your gaze wonders to Pokimane, or Imane who just interrupted Sebastian

“Kissing?! Isn’t it a bit too early for that? Why would they kiss-” Sykkuno says glancing between Rae and I

You wondered if they said anything else because you’re going to be honest to yourself, you were only looking at Rae’s eyes. The deep brown orbs you only ever saw through your screen, was now staring right back at you, her brunette hair tied up in a bun- She’s staring back at you.

Quickly averting your eyes, you felt yourself grow shy, you now also find your shoes very attractive.

“Keep your head up or else you would faint on me and I don’t want that. I prefer to hug a conscious person, Thank you very much.” you lifted your head so fast you could’ve given yourself a whiplash. Darting your eyes around Rae, you quickly find that your friends + Imane and Sykkuno have left the both of you alone.

“Sorry. You just caught me off guard there. Hi! Uhm. I really don’t know what to say to you- Uhm.” You rub the back of your neck, nervously smiling at Rae you in turn smirked at you, raising her brow in the process.

She quietly chuckles before opening her arms, signaling for a hug, to which you launched yourself in, trying not to breathe because that would be so weird.

“Okay so now can you take out your knife and stab me just to make sure that this is real.” You stated, looking directly into her eyes

“...But I’m not the Impostor?”

“...Okay that’s clever-” You laughed, taking a sip out of your water bottle, leading her to your dressing room

“Speaking of, do you mind if I play with you guys sometimes? I’ll find time, I promise.” You say, watching the time considering you only have half an hour to change and get ready, not to mention your crush is right in front of you as well.

“Wait really? Yeah! Just DM me on twitter! I’ll organize a lobby just for you.” She replies, plopping herself on the sofa you have.

“Awe, I feel so... special” You smiled, finally composing yourself, emerging from behind the curtains, already in your performance outfit

“The almighty Creator of the Year, creating a lobby? For lil ol m-” You were greeted with a facefull of pillows thrown at you, just for that statement. Which made you laugh.

“Shut up.” She grinned

“I’m sorry, m’lady” You curtsied playfully, expecting her to start smacking your shoulders, instead when you lifted your head up, she was just sitting there with a soft smile on her face.

“You’re wearing my merch.” She stated

You widened your eyes then looked down, the hoodie that you just randomly picked up was her merch.

“I’m sorry, do you want it back?” You spit the words out before your mind could comprehend how idiotic that sounded

Rae bursted out laughing at your statement, putting her hand over her mouth while doubling over. You rolled your eyes at her and plopped down on the sofa, crossing your arms.

“Yeah, Yeah. Go on. Laugh. At least I can spell broccoli right.” You teased, poking her side

“OKAY! LISTEN HERE HOTSHOT! I-”  she was interrupted by a series of knocks on the door.

“Y/N! PLEASE TELL ME YOU’RE DECENT AND IS NOT SEDUCING RAE BECAUSE THAT’S JUST WRONG” Sebastian loudly asked through the door

“Oh My God. Please just kill me.” You rubbed your face with your hands

“I’m pretty sure I’ll be the one doing the seducing but okay.” You hear her mumble under her breath, making you look at her with a scandalized look on your face

“DOOR’S UNLOCKED SEBASTIAN. DON’T BE AN IDIOT..” You replied

“Don’t mind him Y/N We’re just coming in to say that you have 5 minutes until we have to go onstage.” Luna softly replies, shoving Sebastian out your field of view.

“I’ll be right there Lune.” You stood up, smiling at Rae

“I guess that’s it. I’ll talk to you later? I think? Just check your DM’s soon yeah?” She pulls you into a hug, kissing your cheek as she pulls away.

“Good Luck out there. I know you’ll do great.” She smiles, walking out, leaving you to your thoughts

“Huh?” You touched your cheek, a smile slowly paints itself upon your face

"Come on, lovergirl we're running late." Jace drapes his arm around your shoulder

"She kissed my cheek." You say, still shocked

"Lucky You." Jace says, his ears reddening.

...lucky bastard

"POKI KISSED YOU TOO DIDN'T SHE?!" You screeched

'Hush!" His cheeks are also red now.

"Huh. I guess today's our lucky day." You grinned, now extremely happy and hyped

"Oh, check your e-mail now by the way. Manager says she sent our line up there." he pats your back, getting into his position, as best as he can considering the stage is now pitch black

"Huh. Okay." You pulled out your phone, sending a piece of paper flying. Bending down to pick it up, you feel your heart soften into mush and then it decides to run another marathon.

Just incase my Twitter DM's don't work, or if I'm streaming. xx 09-xxx-xxx-xxx

"Be still, my beating heart." You sighed out

Valkyrae just gave you her phone number

[soulbornincoldandrain]

tag game shenanigans huh [rubs hands] thanks @catmanbowser its been a while since ive thought about my blorbos of days past

10 character/ 10 fandoms (this is actually very interesting because ive never rlly though abt them? i kinda just frantically slide them into their slots in my brain so)

1. sebastian debeste/ ace attorney : who would i be without my emotional support lawyer of choice. while i have my favourites from the games i think seb deb remains on top for like. one his relationship with his dad (hngh) two his relationship with himself as a person, his sense of self esteem and how it is affected by his entitlement, his lack of awareness etcertera and three god his Design rlly gets to me for some reason i love the owlish eyes the hair the baton that's really only there because he's icky abt touching gruesome evidence like. girl he's my best friend he's Me

2. danny rand/ ultimate spider-man : transed my gender when i was thirteen. saw him on d*sney xd and i was never the same. iron fist animated ver did so much for me as a person he was my coolguy surfer-vibe snarky but kind prettyboy crush

3. peppermint patty/ peanuts : honestly its not like peanuts is like a revolutionary piece of work but it gets me every single motherfucking time man. peppermint patty is kind of an asshole but i love her character and also gay gay holy shit i was a small queer kid once and so is peppermint patty (also marcy schrodinger charlie ily beloveds)

4. murtagh morgansson (and nasuada!!)/ eragon (the inheritance cycle) : the tragedy of murtagh morgansson effectively changed me as a pre teen i enjoyed the entire series so much (don't talk to me about eragon and arya hngh) but murtaghs arc as a person filled me with so much love like he loved his brother!! he was chained to his blood father!! he loves his dragon!! he made difficult choices for them both despite everything!! even his romantic interest was so well done i genuinely loved him as a character and i still do (and yet i like nasuada more i just think murtaghs character had more weight in the story)

5. frederick the great knight/ fire emblem awakening : cannot explain how much i would've played the entire game all over just to romance frederick instead of my girlboss crown prince chrom i had such a Massive Raging crush on him it's not even funny

6. jung heewon/ orv : yeah okay ideally it would be dokja because he's the sort of parasite that's latched onto my brain but god. god. i never recovered from jung heewon as a character i never will recover. she loves her friends so deeply (as does the entirety of kim dokja company if we're being honest) but god she is so powerful in her love and i think it's ridiculous how much i love her favourite ever jihye x hyunsung x me are so right in having a massive crush on her hngghghh

7. michelangelo/ teenage mutant ninja turtles : ive only ever watched the cartoon series and that was like a solid six years ago but i wanted to be him so bad it was fucking hilarious. i thought he was coolest shit since sliced cheese. mikey my belovedsest hngh i loved donny too but mikey just has a special place in my heart

8. boss/ underworld office : THIS GAME OH GOD. think the only time i ever spoke about it was with shiro but oh God oh god this game got me so good and im still rusty on the names and such but boss as a character was so incredible and im a sucker for a good powerful character who is the looker after of their friend group but also Every Single One of those characters were so good and i literally cannot recommend that game enough the art animatics and story is so good hngh (ticket system kinda frustrating but i can forgive them for it dammit)

9. hannibal/ nbc hannibal : ideally the title should go to freddie lounds and frederick chilton for being my favourite characters of the show but because i have a deep intimate relationship with hamball i guess he takes first spot. i talk abt him way too much anyways so i refuse to elaborate. the elaboration is that i also sniff people. that is all.

10. jiro horikoshi/ wind rises : idk if he counts as a fictional character but miyazakis version of him was- and i cannot stress this enough- so incredibly gender. also i was fascinated by aeronautical design and engineering and also the vintage male fashion rlly got to me man. one of my favourite ghibli movies till date

and that's ten!! that's not all of them but boy i really fucking love to talk huh (also a lot of these were difficult because all my favourite characters are my favourites in context of other characters so many of these should've involved more than one character but whatever) anyways thanks so much for the tag cymber i hope i didn't ramble too much :]

[farfromtommy]

seb being a stepdad to chris' kids or vice versa!

not my gif

a/n: okay this is literally one of the best ideas ever and im so in love with this fic. i think this takes the cake for my favorite fic i’ve written!! this is mildly edited so pls be kind. im so proud of it and hope you guys love it <3

please reblog if you enjoyed reading and and feel free to leave any comments!!

warnings: drinking, mentions of sex, brief mention of medical procedure(s), there might be some language i dont remember

word count: 4,400

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Chris has been your best friend since elementary school and all through middle and high school. Everyone knew how close you were to him and how deeply you loved each other. It was never in a romantic sort of way, though. Nobody really understood the relationship you had with him, they just shrugged their shoulders and minded their business.

When Chris told you he wanted to move to New York to follow his dream of being an actor, he asked you to go with him. You shared his love for theatre and the arts and always wanted to see if you could make it as a big-time Hollywood actress. You packed all your things into your tiny car and made your way to New York with your best friend.

You spent your 28th birthday sitting on Chris’s couch with a bottle of tequila and a broken heart. Your boyfriend of 3 years broke up with you on the grounds of you being “such a drag” and “not someone he wants to settle down with any more”. You had planned a life with him. He talked about marrying you and having kids with you just weeks prior. And he had just thrown it all away.

Having gone through almost half of the bottle of tequila already, Chris took the bottle from you and just looked at you with sad eyes. He ran his hand through your hair as you buried your face in your pillow and just cried. You pulled yourself together after a while and willed yourself to sit up and look Chris in the eyes.

“I know I’m kinda drunk right now but Chris, listen to me. Can we make a pact? When we’re both 30 and if we’re both still single and loveless. Let’s have a baby. We don’t have to like… y’know… do it or anything. We can do it through insemination or in a petri dish or however they do it. I’m just- I want to settle down and have kids but I don’t think I’ll ever trust anyone else.” You rambled, gesturing wildly with your hands. Chris suppressed a laugh and looked at you like you were crazy. You just looked at him questioningly until he realized this was not the alcohol talking.

“Are you serious? Like, me and you? Having a baby? Seriously?” He pulled himself off the floor and sat on the coffee table in front of you.

“I’m so serious. You can say no, Chris. This is me asking you what you think. I always said that if I don’t have a husband or have been with someone long enough to have a child with them, that I would go to a sperm bank and do it like that. You know how badly I want kids, and I know you want them too.” You moved to the edge of the couch to move closer to him. He stood up and grabbed your hand to help you up. He dragged you towards the kitchen and sat you down at the table, telling you to wait there while he grabbed something. He came back a few moments later with a notebook and a pen.

“Alright, let’s figure this out. We’re going to ask each other questions about this and write down the answers. Any conditions we have we’ll write down, if we can’t agree on them we don’t do it. I know you’re not super sober right now so we can do this now and talk about it again tomorrow.” He wrote ‘Y/L/N - Evans Baby’ along the top. You smiled a bit to yourself and waited for him to talk.  

“I don’t want to be just the sperm donor, I want to be involved in everything. From the ultrasound appointments to picking preschools. I also want to be in the room when you’re in labor.” He wrote it down as he was talking and looked up at you. You nodded with a big smile on your face.

“I would want you as involved as possible. We would be co-parenting this hypothetical child. My turn. To keep this from getting messy, we should do it through a clinic. Me in stirrups and your swimmers in a turkey baster. Sex can make things complicated and weird, I don’t want to risk something going wrong between us and then there be a child involved. Insemination isn’t as effective but we can always keep trying if it doesn’t work.” You pulled the notebook towards you and wrote down your condition.

That went on for the rest of the night. You and Chris take turns asking questions about your hypothetical baby. You had filled up pages and pages of notes about what you both want, from how you would decide to tell your families to living arrangements to if you’d circumcise or not if it was a boy.

A little more than 2 years later you and Chris found yourselves at the dining room table of his Boston home again. The notebook you had filled just a few years back right in front of you, along with 5 pregnancy tests. They were face down on the table as you anxiously waited for the timer to go off.

“Alright, Chris. This is it. It’s been 5 minutes, we can flip them over.” You released a shaky breath and stared at the tests right in front of you. Chris grabbed your hand and laced your fingers together. You looked at each other before reaching out to flip over the individual tests. Seeing all 5 of the tests with 2 solid pink lines knocked all the air out of your lungs.

“Oh my god. They’re all positive! Oh my god, Chris!! We’re going to have a baby!” You both jumped out of your seats and jumped around the kitchen before hugging each other and crying. He kept thanking you and kissing the top of your head while you sobbed into his chest, soaking his shirt. There were lots of tears over the next few weeks from you both after confirming your pregnancy with your midwife.

8 or so months later Penelope Elizabeth Evans-Y/L/N made her way into the world and the arms of her parents. The world seemed to stop when you heard the cries of your daughter for the first time. You could’ve sworn Chris stopped breathing the second he laid eyes on her when she was placed on your bare chest. He didn’t even care that she was covered in blood and other bodily fluids, he swore that she was the most beautiful human being to ever exist.

He took a lot of time off from filming and working to take care of you both. Once you found out you were pregnant, you stopped acting for the most part. You knew that you wanted to be a stay-at-home mom, at least until she was old enough to go to school, and maybe then you’d go back to smaller roles that kept you close to home.

Chris had a hard time leaving you and Penny once it was time to go back to work. He held her close to his chest and cried at the thought of leaving her when she’s still so little. Seeing the extreme separation anxiety he was already having, you offered to go with him to set and find an apartment or house to rent for the duration of the shoot. This ended up being the greatest thing you could have come up with. Every single project that took him away from Boston, you and Penny were right there next to him. You and Penny followed him to what seemed like every corner of the Earth.

The weeks leading up to shooting The Winter Soldier were the most exciting for Chris. He had been training for months to get into shape and was really excited to have you and Penny on set with him. He had also been talking nonstop about working with Sebastian and Anthony again.

One night Chris came home with Sebastian and Anthony trailing behind him. Penny had gone down for the night and you were nursing a glass of wine on the recliner, watching whatever you could find on TV.

“Hey, Y/N. I should've called ahead, I’m sorry. We’re just going to have some beers while we watch the game.” He walked in and gave you a quick kiss on the cheek. You moved the blankets off your lap and stood up to greet Anthony and Sebastian.

“I don’t think you ever got a chance to meet these guys before. Y/N this is Anthony and Sebastian, guys this is Y/N.” Chris introduced you and you moved forward to give them both hugs.

“Sorry for barging in on you unannounced, we would’ve made sure this idiot called you before to make sure it was all good,” Anthony said, taking the beer Chris handed him.

“Oh please, don’t worry about it. He used to do it all the time when we lived in New York. Sorry, the place is a bit of a mess. Didn’t get a chance to clean today, I’ve had my hands full, especially with this one” You gestured a thumb to Chris and he sent you a playful glare in return.

You offered to put together some snacks for the game, knowing very well Chris couldn’t handle his alcohol without some sort of food in his system. Anthony and Sebastian offered to help while Chris snuck off to go see Penny.

“How long have you and Chris been together?” Sebastian made some small talk while looking for serving bowls in your kitchen. Anthony leaned against the counter and continued to sip on his beer.

“Oh, we’re not together. We’ve been friends since we were kids and we actually are just uh...” You chuckled nervously, not knowing what to say to his friends. Chris walked into the kitchen with Penny in his arms at that moment. Her head tucked into his neck, hands gripping at the fabric of his shirt and his arms under her butt.

“We’re raising our daughter together. They go with me wherever I go so I don’t miss anything and so Y/N doesn’t raise Penelope by herself. We’re co-parenting in the same house.” He said, looking at the tired toddler in his arms. Sebastian and Anthony both sputtered on their beers at the same time, not believing what they were seeing.

There was no denying that she was a product of you and Chris. Even with her sleepy eyes, they could see the bright blue color that matched the man carrying her. They saw the swoop of your nose and the color of your hair. They stood there just taking it all in.

“I had a bit of a crisis when I turned 28 after my long term boyfriend dumped me out of nowhere. It was one of those ‘if we’re 30 and aren’t married’ sort of things. We turned 30 and were both still single, so we had a baby.” You shrugged, looking over at your girl.

“And it works, being parents without being together but still living together?” Anthony asked, gesturing towards the two of you.

“We had everything figured out before she got pregnant. We had conditions that we both had to agree on before we even got serious about it. We were both very adamant about not doing it the old fashioned way so things didn’t get messy. It took some time to figure out the… terms and conditions I guess.” Chris laughed a little bit. Anthony and Seb nodded in understanding and kept looking at Penny.

“I’m happy for you, man. Seems like you both are really happy. How old is she?” Anthony walked into her line of sight and waved his fingers a bit, trying to get her attention.

“She turned one a couple of months ago.” You said and watched Penny pick her head up and look at Seb and Anthony, inspecting them a bit. Her big blue eyes landed on Sebastian and she stared him down before he gave her a small smile and waved at her. She was a little shy around new people and would usually bury her face in the neck of whoever was holding her.

To your surprise, she leaned away from Chris and moved her hands out to Sebastian. Everyone’s eyes widened as she whined a little bit when he didn’t reach out to grab her. Chris moved closer and told him it was okay and let Penny make herself comfortable in his arms. She buried herself into his neck much like she does with you and Chris, her tiny fists clutching his shirt. Her eyes shut immediately and let herself fall asleep in his arms.

The next few months went on more pleasantly than expected. Chris often had late-night shoots and training, leaving you with Penny most of the day. Anytime he knew he would be home late, he’d send Seb over with dinner or just an extra set of hands to help you with Penny. She knew you were her mama and Chris was her dada, then one day she had her Seba. Anytime you opened the door to let him in with her on your hip, she immediately squealed and started to chant ‘Seba! Seba!’ and didn’t stop until he was holding her.

Sebastian had brought up the idea of taking you to dinner one night to Chris. Even though you were a single adult who could make decisions on your own, he didn’t want to disrespect Chris at all. Chris never saw you as anything more than his best friend, it had always been like that. He was ecstatic when Sebastian brought up the idea of asking you out.

“I’m so serious, Seb. I think it’s a great idea. She talks about you a lot and really loves being around you. She’s going to say yes, I promise. Y/N hasn’t dated since we had Penny, mostly because she’s scared of what someone would think about her living with her childhood best friend who happens to be the father of her child.” Chris told him honestly. You weren’t interested in dating at all since having Penny. Mostly because being a mom was your first and only priority.

Sebastian let out the breath he was holding and ran his fingers through his hair, all of a sudden nervous about asking you to dinner. Chris clapped a hand around his shoulder and gave him a quick pep talk before sending him on his way.

The 2 years between wrapping Winter Soldier and starting Civil War had been interesting, to say the least. Everything Chris did kept him in the states for the most part. You and Penny were still trailing along with him, always loving the things you got to experience as a family.

Sebastian had found his place right in your crazy life. You had been unofficially together after wrapping Winter Soldier. He went off to do his next project and you and Chris spent some time in Boston with your families. You texted him most of the day, and he called at night to talk for a few hours before you went to sleep. He always said goodnight to Penny and she blew her Seba kisses through the phone.

He flew to Boston a bunch of times to see you, even if it was only for a few hours. You flew to wherever he was for a few days at a time, most of the time with Penny. Chris somehow managed to get you on the plane by yourself a few times and promised he would FaceTime every single night and would have hourly pictures sent.

On one of your first weekend trips out to see him, he refused to let you leave without making it official with you. He had you in tears at the end of his ‘I can’t spend another second without calling you my girlfriend’ speech. When he proposed to you he had said that the only thing better than the girlfriend speech was the one he was about to give. His ‘I can’t spend another second without calling you my wife’ speech knocked that one out of the water.

Neither of you wanted to make a big fuss about a wedding. You weren’t interested in the big white dress and the stressful bridesmaids and the whole cliche wedding things. Sebastian suggested getting eloped somewhere quiet with a handful of the most important people in your life. Chris’s mom, Lisa, had offered to hold the ceremony in her backyard. Knowing very well how spacious and beautiful it was, you and Seb graciously accepted her offer.

You kept your dress simple yet elegant, a beautiful white lace dress that ended mid-thigh, and complimented your body so perfectly. Seb kept it classy with a dark blue suit and light blue button-up that brought out his eyes, no tie, because who needs one?

Right at the end of the ceremony right as the officiant was about to have you say ‘i do’, you heard whines coming from Penny, who was sitting right up front on her daddy’s lap. You looked over to see her squirming in his lap and whining out ‘mama’ and reaching out for you. Chris made eye contact with you and mouthed ‘i’m sorry’. You shook your head and let go of one of Sebastian’s hands to motion to let her go so she could walk over to you.

Everyone aww’d as she walked over to you as quickly as her legs could take her. You bent down and scooped her up, resting her on your hip and wrapping your arm around her waist to keep her up. Sebastian made faces at her to make her laugh and keep her happy for a few more minutes. Your photographer had taken advantage of the incredibly sweet moment and had made sure to get as many shots of Penny at the altar with you.

When the officiant pronounced you husband and wife, you were going to set Penny down but Sebastian was quick to pull you both close to him and go in for your first kiss as a married couple with your daughter right there. Everyone cheered and Penny was mimicking the claps of everyone around her. Before he pulled away from you two he pressed two sloppy kisses on Penny’s cheeks as she giggled, which pulled some tears out of you.

No more than 15 people were attending the ceremony. You wanted to keep it quiet with just family and a few close friends. The reception, however, was anyone and everyone you could fit into the ballroom you had rented at one of the best hotels in Boston. All your guests had filled the room before you and Seb arrived. You nervously held his hand as you heard the cheers from everyone inside after hearing the DJ announce “Ladies, gentlemen, and nonbinary friends … let’s give it up for the couple of the hour, Mr. and Mrs. Sebastian Stan!!”

No one understood how you, Chris, and Seb managed to make your situation seem so easy and flawless. He knew that living in Boston was a must, so he bought the house that sits right behind the one you shared with Chris for so many years. He never wanted to get in the way of the system you and Chris had created over the years. Somehow, he managed to make things easier for everyone.

Penny’s first day of school was emotional for all 3 of you. You were all at your front door taking pictures of Penny in her school uniform that she looks so ridiculously cute in and the backpack that was way too big for her. She insisted on getting the Avengers backpack that “has my daddy on it!”

“Okay my love, it’s time for us to go to school! Are you ready?” Chris grabbed her tiny hand and led her to the car.

“Yeah daddy, I’m ready!” Penny said as he lifted her into the car and her car seat.

“Daddy? Mama and Sebbie coming too?” She asked him when he clicked the last buckle together. Right on cue Sebastian opened up the door to the free seat in the back and climbed in right next to her. She squealed in excitement at the sight of Sebastian buckling himself in the car.

Chris laughed at her genuine excitement and made sure all her fingers and toes were inside the car before shutting the door. He saw you lock the front door and make your way to the front seat. He noticed you put a few packs of tissues in your bag before setting it on the ground and buckling your seatbelt.

“Planning on crying today, Y/N?” Chris asked in a teasing tone. You swatted his arm lightly and scoffed at his question.

“Our baby is going to her first day of school, of course, I’m going to cry! I cried last night after I tucked her in, I cried in the shower this morning, I cried doing her hair.” You heard Seb talking enthusiastically to Penny, telling her about all the fun things she’ll get to do in kindergarten.

“It’s okay, I cried in the bathroom while she ate her waffles this morning.” You snorted at Chris’s confession and looked back at your baby girl, who was not a baby anymore. She was waving her hands around telling Seb about how excited she was to see her teacher again.

Chris and Sebastian watched from the car as you walked through the front doors of the school with Penny’s hand in yours. They had agreed that it might not have been a good idea to go in with her since they might get recognized and to avoid causing a ruckus. They both waved at her as she turned around and waved one more time before the door shut.

“Did you and Y/N ever think about having more kids together? If I hadn’t started dating her, do you think you would've had more?” Sebastian asked Chris.

“We never explicitly talked about it. She brought up wanting Penny to have lots of siblings not long after you started seeing each other. She felt guilty and thought that I was going to be upset about you and her maybe having kids one day, which meant I probably wouldn’t have anymore. I told her that this was honestly the best thing that could’ve happened because I don’t think I want any more of my own. Penny is all I ever wished and hoped for, and I got it. But since you’re together, she’ll get all the siblings she could ever want, and I won’t have to change a single diaper.” Chris nudged Seb’s shoulder with his. “You guys thinking about having one?”

“Yeah... Yeah, we are.” Sebastian lowered his head and smiled a bit. “With Penny in school and everything, it makes sense. She’s ready, I’m ready.” Seb sighed and ran his hand through his hair. He looked up and saw you walking back towards them with a tissue in your hand.

“I had the morning crying shift, it’s your turn.” Seb looked at Chris.

Just as Penny wrapped up her very first year in school, you and Sebastian welcomed Beverly Olivia Stan-Y/L/N into your family. Penelope had been so excited to hear that her mama finally had the baby she had been waiting so long for. You had gone into labor in the late afternoon and Beverly made her debut in the middle of the night.

Sebastian had called Chris an hour or so after to let him know that both you and the baby were doing phenomenally and that you were asking for Penny and wanted to see her as soon as you could. Chris chuckled at the demands you were making, knowing very well how the epidural and pain meds messed with you.

Early the next morning Penny had crawled into bed with Chris, crying for you and wanting to know when she was going to see you. It was still too early for them to go to the hospital, so he called Seb in hopes that he was already going to be awake.

A very exhausted Sebastian lit up the screen and Chris heard the soft cries of the new baby in the background. Penny’s cries turned into hiccups as soon as she saw Seb’s face because she knew she would be able to see her mama, too.

“Sebbie can I see mama, please?” Penny’s little voice spoke up. Sebastian immediately handed the phone to you and whispered that Penny was on the phone.

“Hi, baby.” You spoke softly to not disturb the baby.

“Mama when you come home? I miss you.” Penny wiped her eyes with her fists to get rid of the tears stuck in her eyelashes.

“It’s going to be a few days until I get to go home, baby. But you and daddy will be able to come to see me, Sebbie, and the new baby in a few hours. You need to go back to sleep and be a good girl for your daddy. I’m sure he’ll let you have some cuddles in his bed with him and Dodger until it’s time to wake up again.” Penny hiccuped and looked at Chris with eyes that mirrored his. He nodded his head and she buried herself closer to him.

“Okay, I go back to sleep with daddy and Dodger. I love you, mama. I love Sebbie, too.” She yawned out, her eyes blinking with sleep.

“Me and Sebbie love you so much, Penny. We’ll see you so soon, I promise” You blew a kiss to her through the screen and waited for her to throw one back. She giggled when you caught it through the camera and put it over your heart.

You, Sebastian, and Chris all watched with tears in your eyes as Penny held her baby sister for the first time. Penny had jumped right up in the bed next to you the second she walked into the room and told you about all the fun she had with Chris. Seeing your girls together melted your heart into a puddle. Chris couldn’t believe his little girl was so grown up and was a big sister. Seb thought about the night he first met you and Penny and would’ve never imagined that he’d be right here at this very moment.

Everything was so perfect and you never wanted to imagine your life being any different.