#seb says he can be needy and chris loves to feel needed

[blueheartboys]

i can’t help but find it special and even beautiful that chris and sebastian’s lives aligned enough for them to meet and work consistently together for a decade - now going on 15 years of friendship. and even more rare that they have so much in common where it matters most while their innate differences still complement each other. and that their interests and styles and personas have visibly blended as time has gone on. they’ve grown with each other and taught each other so much. they balance each other out in a way i’ve never seen, that everyone deserves to have.

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Dom Chris making needy, desperate Seb tell him about all his favorite fantasies while not touching him and making Seb either use a flashlight or a dildo send tweet ask

For reference, my ask box is no longer open for requests, but this is from before I closed it, so I will be writing for this ask.

YES!

And as fucking much as I love the idea of Sebastian being left out to dry, allowed to pleasure himself with a fleshlight or dildo but not having permission to cum, not until Chris is satisfied by the amount of filthy, dirty little secrets he gets Seb to spill, consider the idea of Chris touching Sebastian extensively, driving him out of his mind, not letting him cum but making sure he feels so, so good and he will keep feeling good... he just has to keep talking.

I say consider because if Chris is the one doing all the hard work of coordinating the rhythm and deciding when Sebastian has earned more or less stimulation, then Seb's mouth is that much freer to spill all his fantasies. He'd be so out of control, unthinking, just talking. Floundering, fully submitting to Chris' whims.

Further, imagine that they've just gotten together officially after dancing around each other for a while, keeping up with the friends with benefits charade even as they develop feelings for each other and are exclusive. So, while Chris knows Sebastian responds very, very well to praise and direction, he doesn't know just how deep that runs within Seb. As a result, he wants to find out. He's curious. He has a hunch, but he really needs to know if he's right or not for sure, so...

Time to fuck around and find out.

Including: kink discovery, collars/leashes/cages mentioned, an utterance of "pet", dom/sub undertones, etc.

Sebastian is a gorgeous, rare specimen spread out beneath Chris in perfect technicolor. Rare and precious, he is immobilized against Chris' bed like a butterfly secured to cork board by entomological pins. He isn't going anywhere.

Sebastian's pins, really, are silk neckties--the easiest thing Chris had on hand to help with his plan for drawing out every latent fantasy that Sebastian seems to be full of yet just can't manage to get out of his mouth without a little bit of encouragement. Chris is here to encourage him. He just needs a little push to get over that hump so everything going on in that pretty little head can be shared with the class. Chris needs to know him inside and out. It's all he wants.

And according to Chris' wants, Sebastian's wrists are tied to the headboard, one at each corner, and his legs are arranged similarly to the baseboard, so he's really fucking spread open. Beyond that, though, Seb's eyes are also covered, another necktie keeping him in the dark so he can't predict the way Chris is jerking him off.

There's no real rhythm to his hand as he strokes him. He doesn't even stroke him sometimes. Chris is doing entirely as he sees fit, keeping his fist really, really wet and slick with lube but not consistently squeezing or keeping loose or going fast or going slow. He's not even continually teasing his foreskin or tugging at and rolling his balls. He's leaving it all random. He doesn't want Seb to be able to get a fucking grip.

The only dependent factor out of this whole experiment is what comes out of Sebastian's mouth. Everything else is up to Chris' whim and, isn't that telling?, how much Sebastian likes it.

He really likes it.

They haven't been having bad sex up until this point, not by any stretch of the imagination. But the sex they've been having, as heart-stoppingly good as it was, doesn't compare to this. They're not even really having sex. Like. They are. But no one's getting penetrated? Chris isn't even getting touched? So, whatever? Sex or not sex, this is electric. The undercurrent is crackling. Tight, hot, and expectant.

It's magic.

Sebastian really fucking likes this.

Chris really, really fuckin' likes this, too. He likes it way more than he even thought he would when he devised this devious, perverted plan in the privacy of his own dirty mind.

Jesus Christ.

At some points, Chris has been nice enough to start stretching out his hole, sliding in two fingers to his smooth, wet, heat, just enough to curl and rub and press against his prostate. Nothing more. They're at Chris' house in Boston, so they don't have a ton of supplies, not Sebastian's in NYC which does contain lots of, uh, supplies (which was another hint to Chris that Seb is into way, way more than he lets on, way more than he can stutter out around a blush), and definitely not in the bare-bones environment of some random-ass hotel room in the middle of wherever. So, there are options, obviously, but not a ton.

So, Chris is working mostly with his hands. Chris likes working with his hands. He's hands-on whenever the option is allowed. He's working completely with his hands if the neckties are to be discarded and ignored. Which. Sebastian seems to be incrementally forgetting about them. Every few minutes, when Chris does something that feels particularly good, particularly randomly, shockingly, and Sebastian jolts, tugging harshly against his restraints before settling again, whining for a moment but accepting his fate. Accepting and loving his fate if his following shuddering groans and moans are anything to go by.

Chris feels like a kid in a candy shop, grinning to himself wickedly. He likes this! He really fucking likes this! They both do.

But.

His hands.

Mostly, it's Chris' hands.

He's jerking Sebastian off. No real pattern, just a single-minded goal to drive him out of his mind, hitting all those sensitive places sometimes and other times not. Just because.

Chris works Sebastian chaotically up to orgasm with his hands--touching him wherever he pleases, and he pleases that entire fucking gorgeous body--but backing him down before he can fall over the edge to heightened bliss.

He's flicking those poor, hard nipples and making Seb's chest heave with cries of desperation. He responds so well to just a little bit of nail, adding to the bite of an otherwise simple pinch. Just a tiny bit more pain. He's, just, so responsive. And responsive to everything--pleasure, praise, pain, orders, everything. It makes Chris eager to do more.

Truly, this is, already, more than he's done with anyone else--kinkier than anything else he's experienced with anyone--just by virtue of tying and blindfolding and ordering Seb to talk about anything and everything that makes his dick hard, but... with Sebastian underneath him? Reacting like that? Looking like that? He could do this all fucking day and not bat an eye.

It's impossibly hard to think deeply with such intense, heavy fog clouding his head. As much as Seb likes this, Chris does. He might even fucking like it all more because he's so shocked by how every bit of this, every word that trips and falls out of Sebastian's mouth, turns him on. How did he not fucking now this about himself? Was he just waiting for Sebastian to come along so he could be unmasked? Why was nothing this good with anyone else?

Fuck.

Chris has it bad.

He's fingering him. One finger, then two, then going after his sweet spot, and knowing exactly when he hits it because Sebastian's noises get just that much more needy. He's loud. It's perfect. Moaning, gasping, and clenching with wet sounds around Chris' fingers as he blubbers about his fingers.

Chris is beginning to think Seb has some kind of fetish for just his hands. But maybe it's just the bias of Chris only using his hands. It's possible.

He's playing with his balls then, rolling them, tugging at them, feeling their weight, and painting Seb a picture about how good they look after being backed off from so many orgasms. Right between his legs, his balls are all drawn up tight and full, eager for his release. Yeah. Yeah, he's gonna make a big fucking mess for him, isn't he? He's rubbing his perineum, torturing his prostate not just from the inside but the out, too--worrying over that tender little spot and loving how it makes Seb howl.

He's kissing him and biting his jaw and nibbling at his ear and even daring to suck marks into his spread, quivering inner thighs, adding to Sebastian's pleasure with his mouth. Chris fucking loves how the suddenness of each unexpected kiss makes Seb turn, squirming, nearly thrashing, sometimes into it and sometimes away from from. Wanting it so fucking badly that he'll chase it, but also so overwhelmed that he doesn't know what he really wants. He doesn't know anything. He's just handing it all over to Chris. Giving it up. Trusting him.

God.

That's so fucking hot.

It's no wonder Seb is saying all kinds of dirty things like this. He's fucking strung out. Chris can't imagine how maddening it feels. He thinks he'd be overwhelmed as hell, probably fucking dying, just wanting to get off and stop already, so much sensation that it's blinding, despite being blindfolded. But, every time he checks in and gives Sebastian an easy out, he pleads with Chris to keep going. He's sobbing now.

Desperate.

And Chris... Chris has seen porn where people cry it in before. Of course. Chris has had sex where his partner has cried from how much meaning was laced into it. (More often, Chris has been that partner so caught up in it, really fucking making love, that he's cried.) He's never--he's never known how fucking erotic it is to make someone cry because they're so out of their mind.

So, so out of their mind--his mind, this is Sebastian he's talking about, that Chris can't help but blurt out some of his own unrealized, buried fantasies, too. He's just so drawn into and feeding off of the crazed heat rolling off of Sebastian in waves. He can't filter himself, groaning, "could lead you around by the cock like this, hmm? Couldn't I, baby? You'd let me." He doesn't even know what he's saying, he doesn't know what he means, he doesn't know where it comes from, he just knows that Sebastian likes it, crying so hard, nodding so urgently, it seems like he's possessed.

"Please, please!" Sebastian whimpers urgently, his words blurring together.

"You want that?" Chris pushes, he's so fucking hard he can't stand it. But. He also can't take his hands off of Sebastian. He wouldn't survive a moment not touching him when he's like this.

"Yes!" He whines, so loud and so high that it's got to hurt his throat. If it does, at this point, Sebastian doesn't fucking notice or care.

"What else?" Chris asks for the millionth time tonight. He wants to pull everything single thing out of Sebastian. He wants to know him when he's entirely unraveled. And he's feeling that, at this point, he should either be taking fucking notes or, damn, he should've thought to record this. It'd be great reference (and great jerk off) material. If only he'd thought of that before...

"L-lead me around by the, the cock like 'm leashed." Sebastian whimpers.

Fire burns, tears, and rips hotly through Chris immediately. The way he says that word.

Leashed.

Chris moans raggedly.

He's never considered leashing someone like they're a goddamn pet he needs to keep close, but, Jesus Christ, something inside him is so possessive and greedy and obsessed with Sebastian and all his prettiness that yeah. Yeah, he could do that. He could leash him, lead him around, and keep him close. He'd take care of him. Feed him, bathe him, love him--

Chris cuts off his horny caveman spiral, murmuring, mostly to himself, "you'd need a collar first if you wanna be leashed, honey."

Sebastian hears him, though, and he sobs wordlessly. Reacting so responsively to him, like always, stretching his neck back, arching as if to show off the pale, elegant column of his throat, putting it on display so Chris can take in how empty it looks without anything there laying claim to him. He needs a collar. If not a collar, at least, he needs a necklace of love bites. Teeth marks. Hickies. But they can't do that, Seb can't go outside like that. A collar would be...

Yeah.

That'd be fucking something.

Just for them.

No one else around. Behind closed doors. A mark of trust and submission and--

Chris growls.

"Yeah, baby?" Chris jumps off the deep end, joining Sebastian as he drowns, uncaring about the burn of water getting into his lungs, "you want that? You want a nice collar and leash so I can keep you close to me?"

"Yes!" Seb cries, his muscles tensing and rippling like he just can't contain himself--it sounds that fucking sexy to him.

God, Chris is so into how into this Seb is.

Chris isn't sure if he's actually got any of these kinks, but it doesn't matter when he has such a strong, potent kink for Sebastian. He wants Sebastian so bad. He wants to eat him. He wants to please him. He needs to give him everything he wants--everything he deserves. He'd do anything for him, pretty baby.

"Should I get you tags, too?" Chris is teasing, breathless. Mostly. He is also curious. Where does this end? How far will he go? How far will they go? Is there more pleasure to extract from this? How can there be more? Better? Huh?

"Oh, god!" Seb chokes on a moan.

"What was that?" Chris chuckles despite how fast his head is spinning, no longer fingering Seb but jerking off his throbbing cock instead. He's throbbing. Twitching. Jerking.

"Ohmygodd, tags! I want tags, wanna be yours--p-property of Chris Evans--want you to collar me and keep me and lead me around by my leash. Want everyone to know. Wanna be good for you. I'll do anything. Just, please. I want it. Wanna be collared and leashed and--"

"And?" Chris cuts in. Seb's spiraling, going down, down, down. Chris wants to know how far he'll go, but he's got to direct a little. He doesn't mind. He fucking loves directing, especially directing such a sweet thing like Sebastian.

"My collar and leash and you can put me in my cage and--"

"Cage?" Chris questions, so dangerously, hotlt intrigued.

Seb makes this high, pitchy sound that says that that wasn't supposed to come out of his mouth, but it did anyway. If his hands were free, Chris suspects they would be slapped over his mouth in embarrassment, yearning to take back what he just let slip. "S-sorry," he whimpers, all desperate and cute, "'m so--"

Chris cuts him off, "it's okay, honey," he soothes, rubbing his cock fast and tight just for that. Seb keens. Pleasured hard. "I didn't say cage, but that's 'cause I didn't know you wanted a cage. You can have a cage, sure thing, sweetheart. What about your cage?"

"I, I, oh god, I saw a cage that fits underneath a bed online, and I want it," he sobs. "I want it." He's shaking so hard, jerking as much as he can up into Chris' fist. It's not very much. He's so weak. "I wanna be in my cage, collared and leashed. You can tie my leash to the bars of the cage and leave me there with a toy to keep me, me, keep me occupied."

"What kinda toy?" Chris urges.

"Hnngh, anything, anything you want. Just. Just something to keep me occupied and hard while you're in bed relaxing. 'M just so needy you needed a break, and I'm dying. I'm hard and whining and you won't touch me, won't lemme cum even though I need to. I need it. But you won't let me."

"Why not? Why wouldn't I let you?"

"'Cause you know what I need. You know better than me. You know, you know--"

"Do I?"

"Mmm-hmm! You know what I need, I just get so, so... I need you. Need you to tell me what to do. Need you to collar me and leash me and cage me and have me. Wanna be owned. Wanna be yours. Please?"

"Say that again."

"Wanna be yours."

"Who's?"

"Yours!"

"Say my name, Seb, and I'll let you cum."

"C-Chris!"

"Again."

"Chris!"

"Who's name is gonna be on your collar, honey?"

"Chris!"

"And where are your manners, Seb?"

"Please, Chris, pleeease!"

"Good," Sebastian convulse from just the single word, shaking apart worse as he says it again, "good boy. I want that, too. I wanna give you what you need, you kinky fucker," he chuckles, "and I want you to cum, right now."

Sebastian cries out so hard that his voice breaks into silence. Shattered. But he does as Chris demands. And, oh my god, Chris is going to be hard pressed to get off any other way ever again now that he knows he can make Seb cum because he told him to.

Fuck.

[musette22]

Please give me some TommyRockstar! Seb and big cuddly Chris headcanons. I am having a crap week and I just need that big soft lumberjack to comfort his emo boyfriend. He is so tiny now, does he feel cold even more often now that he got so skinny? Pls, some hurt comfort please 😭😔😞😭

Hi darling! Aahh I’m really sorry to hear you’re not feeling great, and I’m sorry for not replying to your messages sooner. The thing is, I absolutely love love love the idea of skinny Seb and big cuddly Chris and I think about them all the time, but I’ve been so busy and honestly a bit exhausted lately that it’s a bit trickier to actually write down the thoughts. But I just had a chat with @rainbowsandcoconut about this and she had some wonderful thoughts, so how about these? Not really hurt comfort, but definitely lots of comfort! 🥰

So as you said, we know Sebastian has always been prone to feeling chilly and likes to layer up, but now that he’s skinnier, he gets cold even easier. As soon as Chris realizes this, he designates himself to be Seb's personal space heater when they're at home. But because he doesn't want to coddle his bf, he tries to be subtle about it - only subtlety, as we all know, isn’t one of Chris’s strong suits. What he actually does is he basically tries to bear hug Seb constantly, and act as his human blanket whenever possible. Sebastian loves it of course, not just because hugs from Chris are just about his favorite thing in the world, but also because he knows how tactile Chris is, and that Chris needs to know that he’s taking care of Sebastian somehow. So Seb never pushes him off – even when he isn’t even all that cold, even when he can’t even see the TV anymore because Chris turned spooning into fully lying on top of him, trying to surround him like some sort of big, buff koala bear.

Also, even though Chris absolutely loves Sebastian’s skinnier look and adores the fact that he can pick him up more easily now (to put him on the counter and kiss him, to toss him around a little in bed, to carry him bridal style to their bedroom when Sebastian has fallen asleep watching TV), Chris can’t help but motherhen a little. He’s always trying to make sure Sebastian eats enough, so he takes to leaving parts of his dinner (the bits that he knows Seb likes best) while loudly insisting he’s full and Sebastian should eat it because it’d be a shame to let is go to waste. Chris also makes sure there’s always a supply of peanut butter and chocolate for when Sebastian feels like having a snack late at night, and when he tries to cook Sebastian’s favorite dish one day, he forgets he can’t actually cook, meaning that Seb comes home from a long day on set to the fire alarm going off, Dodger barking like mad, and the house smelling like smoke and burnt… something. They end up ordering pizza instead, and Chris orders the truffle one Seb likes so much without even having to check <3

Chris has known for a long time that he loves seeing Sebastian in his clothes of course, and Sebastian is aware of this (plus he likes wearing Chris's clothes too), so he’s used to grabbing whatever T-shirt of Chris’s happens to be lying around. Only now that Seb gets cold more easily, Chris is even more vocal about being all "I like you in my clothes", and he makes sure that his wardrobe is filled with plenty of big sweaters and warm sweatpants. The fact that they swamp Seb’s smaller frame now and make him look absolutely adorable and cuddleable is just an added bonus <3

And finally, Chris cannot stop touching Sebastian’s longer hair. He already knew he loves it when Seb grows out his hair from their time working together on Marvel sets, so he’s thrilled that the longer hair is back and he takes every opportunity to comb his fingers through it and grab handfuls of it whenever they’re making out. He can’t get enough of how thick and soft it feels, and he loves it when Sebastian lets him wash it when they’re in the shower or bath together. Not just because he loves the feel of Sebastian’s hair, but also because Sebastian goes completely lax and blissed out whenever Chris washes it, massaging his scalp and pulling on the strands just enough to make Seb let out those needy little sighs that Chris hears in his dreams whenever they're apart. Needless to say, they have a lot of shower sex these days.

So yeah, Chris is kind of crazy about this look of Seb’s and he’ll miss it when it’s gone, but then again he’s literally loved every single look of Sebastian has had so far, and he already knows he'll love every single look he's yet to have. He just loves Seb. 💘

[buckyownsmylife]

GREEDY!CHRIS CAN'T STOP TOUCHING YOU AND BEGGING FOR THE PLEASURE ONLY YOU CAN GIVE HIM

I GOT U

Okay, so greedy!Chris is different from whiny!Chris

Though whiny!Chris is pretty much a begging puddle of needy boyfriend, I feel like greedy!Chris is much more about taking control of the situation and getting what he wants from you

Like, “by force”, if necessary

Obviously, I don’t mean he’d do anything without your consent

It’s just that, when he gets that way, you know you’re in for a wild ride!

So let’s imagine you’re at a friend’s house and they’re hosting a party (post-covid, of course)

And your eye meets Chris’ as you straighten yourself after leaning to take a shot at the pool game you were playing, inadvertently giving him and everyone else at the party a perfect view of your breasts

You’d smile, happy to see him talking to Seb with a beer in his hands, but when he wouldn’t return the gesture, you’d get confused

And then you’d notice it

The way his hand was gripping the cold bottle

The way his neck’s veins were popping

The way he was subtly clenching his jaw

And instantly, you’d be wet

Of course, he’d know

He could read you like a damn book

So the second he knew he’d able to escape without being noticed

He’d drag you to the nearest bathroom and have his way with you

And of course, you’d succumb without even putting up a fight

Because honestly, having his dick inside of you is a thousand times better than any gathering could ever be

“Fuck, such a good pretty girl. I love how you let me fuck you anywhere I want.”

He’d take you from behind, only pushing down both of your jeans just enough so you could accept his member

“Shit, look at you. Your face when you’re stretching around my cock...”

You felt like the most beautiful woman in the entire world when he complimented you while talking dirty

It was the perfect combination of filthy and sweet

Much like Chris is, I feel like

I also think he’d say something that could be really stupid, considering the moment, but it’d only make you clench around him

Something like “Goddamn, I’m so fucking glad that I fucked you in that bar that night we met”

And/or “You were such a good girl, what happened, sweetheart? Letting me fuck you in our friend’s bathroom. You’re only this slut when it comes to me, huh?”

So, to shut him up, especially since you’re sure that anyone walking down the hallway could hear you, you’d beg

“Chris, just shut up and kiss me. You’re acting crazy!”

He’d laugh but would satisfy your desire to feel his plump lips dancing with yours

However, because he’s a little shit, he wouldn’t be able to let it go, so he’d say something like

“No need to act so innocent, baby. C’mon, cum for me. Milk me dry.”

And “You can scream all you want, I’m sure everyone has heard the sounds of my cock fucking this wet pussy. Just give them what they want to hear, God knows I love hearing your moans.”

No one touch me, I’m gonna spontaneously combust 🥵

[221bshrlocked]

VII. Needs

Pretend You Don’t See Her! Masterlist

Pairing: Mob!Sebastian Stan x Reader

Words: 4164

Warnings: Some angst, some swearing. SMUT!!! Wrap the dingaling my dudes please. Better safe than surprised. 

A/N: The smoot is here. Let me know how I’m doing in the comments please and maybe push that reblog button?? :D Thanks people!!

A familiar ringing pulls you from sleep and you groan when you feel the heavy source of heat move away from your back. Pulling the covers over your head, you turned around and finally realized where you were. As you peaked through the covers, you saw Sebastian holding the phone a little tightly, and you were sure whatever it was had to do with you because as soon as he sensed you were awake, he hissed angrily at Chris before ending the conversation. 

Before you could say anything to him, he was slithering under the covers and pulling you towards him again, wrapping his arms around you and bringing you as close to him as possible. You weren’t sure what this all meant and you hoped it wouldn’t come to an end any time soon because for the first time in forever, you felt like you belonged to someone and perhaps, someone belonged to you.

“Good morning,” you whispered against his neck and felt your stomach twist when you heard his hoarse, gravelly voice ring in your ears.

“Morning sweetheart,” his fingers wrapped around the back of your neck and squeezed, and you couldn’t help but shiver under his touch because you haven’t been awake for more than five minutes and he was already getting you hot and bothered from the simplest of actions. Sebastian, however, misunderstood your reaction to him and pushed himself away from you, his eyes frantically searching your face for any signs of discomfort. When you refused to look at him, he tilted your chin up and blinked confusingly at you.

“I’m sorry I didn’t- Y/N, I didn’t make you uncomfortable did I?”

It took you a few seconds to register his words and when you did, you felt a little bolder and trailed your hands down to his chest. Sebastian held his breath when he felt your fingers slide through the space between his shirt buttons, turning back to you again and swallowing shyly at your sudden moves. He trailed his eyes over your features, afraid your response to him was forced and not because you truly wanted him.

“Y-you did...but in a good way.” You focused on the skin peaking through his shirt, marvelling at how hard the buttons were fighting to stay closed. 

Sebastian didn’t know how to react to your words but then he felt you rub your thighs beneath the covers and realized that, yes, you did want him, perhaps even needed him to scratch that itch. Lord knows he’s been wanting to do the same ever since he saw you that fateful night. 

“Yeah baby? What way would that be?” He pushed one of his thighs between yours, smiling devilishly when you saw you shut your eyes and bite on your lower lip to suppress a moan.

“I- I think you know.” You didn’t want to meet his gaze, couldn’t if you actually tried. He was such a force to be reckoned with and you weren’t sure you’d be able to hold back from acting on your deepest desires should you find him as needy as you were. 

“Want to hear you say it...please sweetheart.” Sebastian allowed his hand to roam the expanse of your skin, pushing on your lower back and sighing heavily when he felt the heat of your center dragging against his slacks.

“Seb...please-” He was sure he died and went to heaven because even though he’d heard that nickname a million times before, it never sounded so angelic and soft as when it came from you. Before he can try to talk himself out of it, Sebastian was grabbing your hips and pulling your roughly against his thigh, trying his hardest not to blink so he wouldn’t miss a single second of you coming undone at his touch.

“Come on baby, you look so pretty like this...all needy and quiet and fucking heavenly...use me Y/N, use me however you want and drench me.” Sebastian wished you could open your eyes and look at him but he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. A part of him was afraid you’d still run away from him, that this was all a dream his sick mind conjured up since last night. He didn’t want to let you go, wishing he could stay in this bed forever. For the first time in god knows how long, he felt like he was right where he belonged. He had his whole world in his arms, and nothing else mattered. His hands never let up, dragging you deliciously across his thigh and groaning when he felt your heat wet his pants. What he’d give to push you down and lick you dry until you couldn’t remember anything but his name.

“Goddamn- you’re the prettiest fucking sight in this world. Cum on me darling, cum on me and let me walk around with the scent of your sweet little cunt soaked into my skin. Mark me dragă mea! Atât de frumos. God baby, that’s it. C-cum...now!” 

You weren’t sure what it was that threw you over the edge, the way he whispered the filthiest things into the quiet room or when he spoke in what you assumed was his native language. Perhaps it was a mixture of that and the underlying meaning behind his words. He wanted you to mark him, he wanted to walk around with the scent of you on him. He thought you were the prettiest sight in this world and wanted you to use him for your own pleasure. It didn’t matter in the end because as you threw your head back and screamed his name over and over again, Sebastian leaned against you and kissed along your neck, biting harshly on your shoulder as he felt you shudder in his arms. 

He kept on pushing you down on him, wanting to prolong your pleasure if only to see you let go with him. In him.

When you did finally manage to catch your breath, you swallowed the lump in your throat before opening your eyes and looking at him. It should have terrified you, the way he was looking at you right now. He was feral, eyes dilated until there was barely any of the soft blue left in them. But he somehow looked soft as well, as if he was committing every inch of you to memory. You smiled at him and felt your heart skip a beat when he returned the expression, pulling you against him and kissing your forehead before removing his leg.

“I- uhh,” you struggled to form a coherent thought, mostly because you were still high on all the endorphins rushing through your bloodstream.

“Thank you.” Sebastian swiped your hair back and almost laughed when he saw the quizzical look you were throwing him.

“For giving me a chance to e-explain myself.” You could tell this was difficult for him, opening up and being vulnerable with someone else, someone he barely knew anything about.

“Can I ask about yesterday?” You kept your hand on his chest, hoping the skin contact would put him at ease.

“I- I can’t tell you everything just yet, but I do want to tell you why I said what I said yesterday. I won’t try to make excuses Y/N, because...as much as I hate to admit it, Chris was right. I could have handled this a lot better. But I want you to understand that I didn't mean those words. I swear on my life baby I would never...I could never say something like that to you.” He was breathing heavily and you knew the two of you needed some coffee before this conversation went any further. 

“Okay.”

“Okay?” Sebastian wasn’t sure if he’d heard you correctly and when you nodded at him with that lovely smile again, he knew this was it. You were it for him. 

“Yeah. How about we go freshen up and have some coffee and you can tell me whatever it is you can then? I- I won’t ask for details I swear, I only need to hear your side of things..just for- just so I know.” He didn’t know what he’d done to deserve you and he realized he needed to make this right before anything else happened. You were so easily forgiving with him when you didn’t have to be and in that moment, Sebastian knew he’d spend the rest of his life making sure he became the man you thought he was.

“That sounds good, yeah. I- okay.” He was never one to flush under someone’s gaze or become so nervous that he couldn’t form a proper sentence but you’d found your way into his heart and made him act like a teenager all over again. Surprisingly, Sebastian didn’t mind any of this, not when it was you that was breaking down his walls.

You sat up on your elbows and kissed his cheek, not waiting to see his reaction and jumping out of bed towards the bathroom. Sebastian held his cheek and looked at the closed door, grabbing his heart and sighing when he felt lighter than ever. Grabbing his phone, he made his way to the other guest room and freshened up, shooting a quick text to Chris as he descended the stairs to make some coffee. 

You, on the other hand, spent a few minutes looking at yourself in the mirror. What the hell just happened? Your eyes trailed down your form, smiling at the memory of his hands on your waist pulling you closer to him. 

But as happy as you were, you couldn’t help but think over the past twenty four hours. There was a lot to think over and evaluate, especially now that you knew Sebastian was a much more complicated man than he let on. But you had a feeling he’d be worth the hassle. 

Putting your hair up in a ponytail, you brushed your teeth and took a quick shower, allowing the hot water to wash away every insecurity brought about by last night. You were thankful you found some casual clothes in the dresser near the bed and smiled when you realized why Sebastian was reluctant to let you go with Chris last night. 

As you went down the stairs, you could hear Sebastian talking on the phone and made sure he heard you approaching him in case he didn’t want to say anything in front of you. When he held out the cup of coffee and continued his conversation, you felt relieved because true to his words, he did want to let you in on what happened and wasn’t trying to hide anything from you. He walked to the couch and hissed something into the speaker before turning to you and apologizing. You smiled and shrugged your shoulders, following him and sitting right next to him, almost chuckling at the way he seemed to grow nervous every time you touched his skin. 

“Hey uhh Chris, let me call you back. There’s this thing...I need to um, yeah.” At that you did laugh, apologizing when you heard Chris teasing him through the phone before he turned it off and threw it on the table.

“Sorry.”

“No no, you have nothing to apologize for. Chris just...it’s been a while since I’ve, since I grew close to someone. Someone like you.” The change in his behavior was endearing and you would have never guessed that such a dangerous alpha-kind-of-guy would act so shy in front of you of all people.

“I can move to the opposite side if-”

“NO. N-no, please stay here.” Sebastian grabbed your wrist and pulled you back towards him, relishing at how you easily melted into his arms. 

“About yesterday-”

“Let me make this easier for you.” You cut him off, turning until you came face to face with him and you had his undivided attention. “I heard you talking with Chris yesterday so I know, I know where your mind went when you heard him talking about me. I can sort of understand how that must have looked and I don’t blame you. I really don’t work for him, and I hope you know that by now. I- I kinda got what this was all about, with that man I mean. I’m assuming he isn’t a friend and from the sounds of it, he had Aaron work for you so he could get some information on your business? Or your deals? I don’t know and honestly, I don’t think it’ll change anything so you don’t have to talk about that if you don’t want to.” You held his hand in between your own, massaging his wrist and squeezing his fingers to put him at ease.

“He wasn’t feeding him information about my work, sweetheart. He was telling him about you.” Sebastian felt his chest tighten at your expression. You were so calm and collected and understanding and he wasn’t sure how you’d managed to be this sweet when, as far as he knew, you didn’t have a really nice life up to this point. But he wasn’t about to abuse your understanding either and against his better judgement, he went ahead and told you what last night’s issue was actually about. 

“Me? What do I have to do with anything? I’m nobody...I literally just started working for you.” Your little outburst shot straight to his stomach and it must have shown on his face because you found a way to move closer to him and place your hand on his chest. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to- it’s okay. Can you...do you mind explaining to me?”

“When I tell you it’s been a while since I’ve been with someone Y/N, I mean it. I can’t even remember the last time I went on a date. And- fuck, there’s a reason for that. The things that I’ve done, and- and what I do now...it’s dangerous for anyone to be with me. But I couldn’t stop myself with you. You were a surprise baby, a goddamn sweet surprise and for the first time since I was a kid, I wanted to be selfish. I wanted you, wanted to get to know you and take care of you and make sure you’re not in danger. I expected him to come after me after that night with you. I was in his territory and I had no business being there. I was so busy trying to get closer to you baby girl that I didn’t see what he was doing to try and get close to you. And I- fuck it if I didn’t see red yesterday and almost fucking killed him when he touched you. I- I’m sorry Y/N, I didn’t want you to see this side of me this soon but I can’t not be honest with you. I swear on my life I didn’t mean what I said yesterday, I was afraid and stupid. Please...please give me another chance. I- we barely know each other but I need you, I need you like I need air and that fucking terrifies me but I don’t care. You’re it for me Y/N, don’t want anyone else. Never going to look at anyone else darling.” 

Sebastian’s voice broke and you weren’t sure how to react to any of what he said because as far as you could tell, that sounded a hell of a lot like a declaration of love and he was right. You barely knew each other and there was definitely a lot that was yet to be exposed. But you couldn’t shake away the feeling in your stomach, that same feeling that only grew over the past few days of interacting with him. You could tell he’s been through a lot more but was choosing to hold back for now and you hoped that the day would come where he’d trust you enough to tell you his story. 

You slowly got up and stood between his legs, looking into his eyes as you held out your hand and waited for him to take it before pulling him behind you. Sebastian wasn’t sure what you wanted of him so he decided to follow your lead and wait until you spoke your mind. You went up the stairs and occasionally looked at him, smiling to reassure him as you stood at the top of the stairs. You raised his hand to your lips and kissed his palm before pulling him to the room again. Sebastian was close to losing his mind, hoping he wasn’t misunderstanding your intentions and that the two of you had moved past this little bump in the road. 

You walked into the room and shut the door behind you, moving to the bed and softly pushing on his shoulders until he was sitting down at the edge of the mattress. As you leaned down to kiss his cheek, Sebastian wrapped his arm around you and kept you there until you wrapped your arms around his neck and moved to straddle him.

Sebastian reluctantly ended the kiss, shutting his eyes out of fear of looking at you and pushing you beneath him. 

“Baby, you don’t have to-”

“Shh, please Seb. Let me show you how much I lo- how much I care about you.”

Sebastian opened his eyes and looked at you, truly looked at you, and found something swimming in your eyes that he thought he’d never see again in his life.

Love.

You trace his eyebrows and lean forward to kiss one eye before slowly moving to the other, completely melting into him as he turns the two of you around and pins you beneath him on the bed. 

“You have no idea how much I want you Y/N.” Sebastian whispers as he begins to strip off his clothes, never once breaking eye contact as you mirror his movements and pull the shirt over your head. His hands begin to shake when he sees that you aren’t wearing anything underneath and almost loses his mind when you make quick work of the shorts and throw them away. 

“You’re a fucking dream baby, and I never want to wake up from it.” He aggressively pulls his shirt off and moves to unbutton his pants but you sit up in nothing but your panties and push his hands away, unbuckling his belt and undoing his slacks agonizingly slowly. 

“Shit, please…” He’s rubbing your shoulders and tilts your head up so you could look at him, almost falling over when you pull his pants down far enough to cup the bulge on his boxer briefs while smiling at him. Sebastian swallows the lump in his throat, no longer able to control himself as you continue to tease him. He abruptly pushes off the bed and slides both articles of clothing down his thick thighs, trying to hold back a proud smirk when he sees the way you react to seeing him.

“Seb,” you lay back down and open your legs, unable to hold back from moaning his name over and over again as he settles between your thighs and rocks against your clothed heat. 

“I feel like I’ve known you all my life,” he whispers to you, kissing your neck and holding onto your hands as he licks and nips at the flushed skin of your chest. You buck against him when he bites on your nipple and rolls the other one between his fingers. 

“I need you, Seb- please, we can do slow later. Just, fuck me already.” You aren’t sure how you’re saying any of this without wanting the earth to swallow you and you have a feeling it’s only because you’re with Sebastian and not some other man. He swears under his breath before rolling your panties down your legs and throwing them on the floor. 

“Wait fuck, I- I don’t have a condom.” You can sense a hint of panic rising in his chest and grab his cheeks so he could look at you.

“I...I want to feel you, all of you. Nothing in between us. Please.”

“Are you sure sweetheart? We can stop and-”

“I haven’t had sex in years. And I was tested right after my last...encounter.” You wished you were being awkward about this and you hoped he wasn’t thinking you were being too needy with him or misunderstand your words.

“I- neither have I.” Sebastian wants to ask so many questions but he realizes they would probably kill the mood should he voice them now so he shuts up and lowers his lips against yours, his stomach dropping when he feels your hand wrap around his cock before rubbing it against your slit.

“Shit baby you’re soaking. Haven’t even touched you yet.” He looks down to where you’re touching him and loses all train of thought when he sees how soft and almost innocent your hand looks squeezing and pulling him. 

“Oh god Seb you’ve no idea how much I’ve been thinking about you. Just- just looking at you in that suit makes me wet baby, I...fuck oh fuck that’s it.” He slowly inches inside you, groaning against your neck when he feels you clenching around him tightly as he bottoms out. 

“You’re- you’re perfect. Everything about you is perfect.” Sebastian can barely hold himself up, finding it harder to rely on his arms as you gyrate your hips and beg him to move. He pulls out and growls into the room when you cross your legs behind his back and forcefully push him back into you.

“God damn it, fuck. You tryin’ to kill me darling?” He’s sort of laughing, sort of begging his heart to beat so he doesn’t completely lose mind. But then he feels you digging your nails into his back and he lets go, pushing himself up and thrusting into you like a wild animal. You’re both panting and screaming each others’ names, and it takes Sebastian a few extra seconds to notice how you squeeze him a little bit harder when he talks to you in Romanian. He picks up the pace and rotates from swallowing your moans and sucking on your tongue to telling you how good you feel and how he can undoubtedly stay in between your thighs for hours. 

“Touch me Seb, t-touch me.” You throw your head back and rotate your hips violently against him when you feel the tips of his fingers rubbing furiously at your clit. He’s torn between staring at where you’re joined and committing your facial expressions to memory. Never in his life has he felt this physically and emotionally connected to someone and he swears again when he feels your cunt swallow him.

“Fuck, baby- look at me...l-look at me.” He takes hold of your cheeks and thumbs at your lips, not sure if he wants to kiss you until you’re breathless or bite you until you’re screaming his name.

Your hand leaves his back and grasps at his wrist. Sebastian is staring at you like he’s finally found his heaven and you cum around him just as he closes his lips softly around your lower lip. He hisses when he feels you contracting around him, fucking you through your orgasm to stretch out your pleasure and reach his own. 

“C-cum for me Seb,” the short request shoots straight to his heart and for a brief moment, Sebastian wonders if this is what it feels like to catch a bullet into his chest. It must be because his own release catches him off guard, the sheer force of it knocking out his strength and he falls on you as he continues to thrust his cum deep inside you. You’re shaking from how warm and full you suddenly feel, scratching his neck and whispering his name and telling him all kinds of sweet words as he comes down from his high. 

Sebastian slowly returns to himself a few minutes later and he barely manages to push off of you before falling onto his side. You’re looking at him like he’s your world and he’s close to tears but holds them back to not ruin the moment. He smiles at you when you move to face him and kiss his cheek. 

“You’re amazing.” He’s rubbing your neck and pulling you closer to him, bumping his nose with yours and laying out his arm so you could lay flush to him.

“You’re pretty amazing yourself.” You return the compliment and chuckle when he blushes at your words, hiding in the crook of your neck to hide his embarrassment. 

As the two of you drift to sleep, Sebastian realizes that no matter what happens now, he is going to try his hardest to become the man you think he is. A man that’s worthy of your adoration and who can one day be deserving of your love as well. 

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[smutsonian]

Hi lovee!!!

Can you write dark!steve rogers x reader , where reader cheats on him like something and decide to breakup with steve but stevie is not letting her go....😈😈😈

dark!steve with ‘cheating’ reader

warnings: dark fic, dark!steve, SMUT, NONCON, obsession, possessiveness, stalking, degradation, pain kink?, a lil bit of man handling, not proofread

word count: 1k

an: i hella changed something because i don’t like writing about cheating especially from the reader’s part ehehe hope this is okaay... tell me if i fucked something up.

kinda just testing the headcanon thingy so my bad if it sucks

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- It wouldn’t actually be cheating but in dark steve’s mind, it is.

- He’s going to be very furious when he’s out ‘watching’ you from your windows or maybe the hidden cameras he managed to put all over your home.

- He’ll be watching through the screen, watching every move as the stranger’s hands move all over your body. The body that Steve owns. The body that should be touched only by Steve’s hands.

- Steve’s blood will be pumping with anger as your lips touch the other man’s mouth and Steve would probably burst when you let this man’s cock inside you. 

- Steve will only watch your face for your reactions. He’ll be so smug because he’ll be able to see how hard the stranger is trying but it will still not be enough for you. His girl is needy and only he can satisfy her.

- Steve will scoff at the stranger’s proud look after you fake an orgasm. Steve will despise how the man would cuddle you into his arms. He should be the one doing that. How dare you even find comfort in another man’s touch?

- Steve will smile at the screen when you deny the stranger his cuddles and Steve couldn’t be any prouder when you kicked the stranger out, only assuring the stranger that it’s only a one-time thing.

- You’d be so confused and sad when your best friend seems to be ignoring you but you keep reminding yourself that he’s probably busy. Being Captain America will take up a lot of your time. But that never stopped Steve from talking to you... So why now?

- But you’d be so glad and relieved when he texts you.

- Come over.

- It’s a simple text but it nerved you. It wasn’t his usual texts and given that you haven’t talked for a while, the text just seemed ominous. 

- But you followed his instruction, too eager to reconnect with your best friend. Is he alright? Did a mission go wrong? Was he injured?

- You’d be knocking on his door but no one will answer. Your nerves will only become worse and the door being unlocked will bother you even more.

- “Steve?” You’ll look around the house, slightly freaking out at how empty and silent the house is. You know that nobody knows about this place. Steve wanted privacy and he told you that he wasn’t getting any of that at the tower so he got this one. You were really honored to be the only one Steve told about the secret house but why does that thought bother you now?

- You’re not getting any response so you started to think that maybe he’s meant to be at the tower. Was he asking you to go to the tower?

- Before you could even leave the eerie house, your body gets attacked by a big man, covering your mouth with a huge hand and dragging you back while the other hand is wrapped around your torso, preventing you from getting away.

- You only tire yourself out from moving around his hold too much and in no time, you’re panting against his hold, body limp from all the exerted effort.

- You didn’t know what to feel when the familiar voice of your best friend started shushing you and comforting you.

- “It’s alright, doll. I’m right here... You can calm down now...” Steve’s voice would be so sweet but it did nothing but unnerve you.

- “S-Steve? W-What the f-fuck?!” You can’t even bring yourself to sound mad because all you are right now is terrified.

- Steve would just chuckle bitterly before his grip on you tightens, he seems to be cuddling you but the force of his hold only makes breathing harder for you.

- “How can you not see?” He’d ask, voice filled with hurt and disappointment.

- “You’ve been looking for me. I’ve been watching you. You can’t even go a few weeks without seeing me so why do you seek love and comfort from someone else? Are you just unaware or do you enjoy hurting me? Yourself?” Steve’s calm tone turned aggressive and he easily manipulated your body so you’re lying on a bed on your back while he straddles you, face filled with anger.

- “You enjoy hurting the both of us? Is that it?” He’d be grabbing your face, shaking it violently as if it will make you realize where he’s coming from.

- “If you want to hurt, you could’ve just asked me, princess...” His hands would be running all over your body smoothly but then it gets harsher.

- “But you don’t want to be treated like a princess right now, do you? You wanna be a slut? I’ll fucking make you my slut!” His rough hands will easily tear your clothes apart as harshly as he could, not caring about how the cloth may hurt your skin.

- “You want to hurt? I’ll hurt you. You just gotta ask nicely...” He chuckles before forcing a kiss on your lips, easily securing your wrists with a big hand.

- “I’ll hurt you real good, you’d be begging for more...” He’d waste no time, he’s already out of his clothes and he’d force his cock into your hole, not wet enough for his big cock.

- You’d cry into his mouth and he’ll use his free hand to soothe your hair comfortingly before rutting into you with vigor.

- “I’d give everything to you... You just have to ask. for. it.” He says each word with a harsh thrust as if it’ll make his words clearer. And it does.

- Your cries will start to turn into moans and that’ll just make Steve motivated and proud of himself and he’ll be crying as well when your walls start to suffocate his greedy cock.

- He’d take you over and over again, groaning every time your walls would clamp shut around him, forcing him to cum as well.

- He’d be panting over your breathless body, smiling genuinely at you with that familiar friendly look, eyes filled with love that would make any woman swoon.

- “I’d happily treat you like a slut if you want to but you need to remember that you’re my slut. Nobody else’s.”

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a/n: now excuse me while i try to do some college stuff :’) alsoo the formatting with hwadcanons just fucks me up. It never works well with me and i have to edit a bunch of times and my lazy ass could NEVER.

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Marvel: @jemzeraion 

[ixalit]

Little Tipsy on Your Love

After almost four years of not writing fic, I was inspired last night by @buckyshappyending‘s post. And then this happened. Thanks @the1918 for help and hype. 

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Chris and Sebastian are leaving the reception of a mutual friend’s wedding. It’s late, past midnight at least, they’re both tipsy from the champagne, and they can’t seem to stop giggling. 

In the back of his mind, Seb knows they should wait until they’re in their room, safe from prying eyes, before starting anything. But, well, who can blame him for not being able to wait. 

Chris’s smile is light for the first time in months, not edged with worry and stress. For once, his laughter lines are showing more than his frown lines. During the reception, he’d taken off his jacket and rolled up his white shirt sleeves. Since leaving, he’d undone his loosened tie, which now hangs off his broad shoulders. It makes him look relaxed and slightly debauched all at once. Sebastian is far from immune to Chris’s looks, and he’s been having thoughts about those shoulders, and how good they look under Chris’s shirt. 

So really, who can blame him when, in the elevator, Seb steps between Chris’s legs and leans him back against the wall, pushing his hands against Chris’s chest? He giggles into a chaste kiss and tucks his grin into Chris’s neck, murmuring, “I love you’s.”

Chris pushes his thick fingers through Sebastian’s hair, messing up its slicked-back style. “I love you too, Sweetheart.” Which would be fine, except he says it in a low whisper that’s almost a growl. 

They’re both grinning like idiots, and Chris’s easy laugh when Seb turns his head and lightly nips at his earlobe is music to his ears. 

The ding of the elevator doors opening disrupts them, and they spring apart out of habit, both letting out a sigh of relief when only the empty hallway greets them. 

As they’re walking down the hallway, they can’t keep their hands off each other. Brushing fingers, bumping shoulders, and sharing looks out of the corners of their eyes like teenagers. By the time they make it to their room (with only a couple stumbles), they’re simultaneously laughing and shushing each other. 

Chris takes advantage of Sebastian’s struggle to get the door open, stepping behind him and snaking his arms around his waist. He idly plays with the hem of Seb’s unbuttoned vest, pressing little kisses to his nape. Softly, Chris starts humming the chorus to “Don’t Stop Believin’” in his ear, no doubt stuck in his head from the party downstairs.

Sebastian snorts inelegantly. “Oh my god, you are such a dork.”

Chuckling, Chris resumes his teasing kisses on Sebastian’s neck. Seb gets a little lost in the sensation, daydreaming about Chris being able to mark him up to his heart’s content. “Cut it out. I can’t concentrate with you being all … you,” Seb whines. 

“Mmmh ’cause it’s so hard to open a door,” Chris teases lightly. Sebastian swats his hand, earning another warm laugh that feels too loud in the empty hallway.

After what feels like an eternity, the door eventually cooperates with the finicky key card and clicks open. “Finally,” Sebastian grumbles. As soon as he pushes the door open and gets the light on, he’s turning in Chris’s arms, taking hold of the fabric hanging from his neck, and pulling him into the room. 

He has just enough time to register the glint in Chris’s eyes and the edge to his smile before his back hits the closed door and Chris is pressing against him from chest to knees. 

Sebastian’s breath catches in his chest, and he licks his lips nervously. Chris tracks the flash of his tongue with ravenous eyes before closing the short distance and kissing those lips. He tightens one hand on Sebastian’s hip and fists the other in his hair while pressing his tongue softly inside his mouth. 

Sebastian lets out a breathy whimper into Chris’s mouth. Chris’s hands feel like electricity where they’re touching him, and the tastesmellfeel of him consumes his mind. Desperate to feel more of the warmth of Chris’s skin, he hastily pushes his hand under his shirt’s hem. 

Seb always loves when Chris gets like this. Loose and relaxed from the party and alcohol, playful but assertive. And, god, insatiable and possessive, too. 

He’s half hard in his pants already, and when Chris lets go of Sebastian to quickly undo the buttons of his shirt and toe off his shoes, it’s clear he’s in the same boat. Seb follows his lead, cursing when his overeager hands won’t cooperate. 

“Lemme help ya with that, Baby,” Chris drawls in that stupid Boston accent of his. He thumbs open the remaining buttons and slowly pushes the shirt and vest down Sebastian’s arms. 

Chris kisses him again, pressing Sebastian’s head against the door and pulling his bottom half toward him with a firm grip on his ass. And Sebastian is finally able to feel Chris’s skin pressed against his. The contrast of his own smooth torso against Chris’s slightly bigger, hairier one always drives him crazy. Makes him feel like Chris is older than him by more than just one year. That never fails to make him feel a little sweet, especially when it’s coupled with a hand around his throat, or fingers stuck in his mouth, pressing on his tongue to keep him quiet … When Chris does that, he feels owned.  

Seb’s pulse is racing as he shudders and rocks his hips against Chris’s. “Chris. Bed,” he manages to whimper in between hard kisses. 

He feels Chris’s smile against his lips and the warm puff of air when he murmurs, “Ask nicely.”

Sebastian’s pretty sure Chris’s strong grip is the only thing keeping him from sinking to his knees then and there and forgetting the bed altogether. God, he’s always so easy with a little alcohol in him, especially for Chris.

Through the haze of need, he’s able to gasp out a soft “Please.” It comes out sounding high-pitched and needy and makes Chris grin and look at him like he wants to devour him. 

“Good boy,” Chris says, smiling and patting him lightly on the cheek. “C’mon, Honey.” Chris takes his hand gently and leads him further into the room, toward the bed.

[fandomfluffandfuck]

I am having many, MANY thoughts that I cannot put into words other than to just, like, write them? idfk.

Sebastian is on the brink of… Jesus, he’s not quite sure what. All he knows is the fuzzy, warm feeling that’s spreading through his veins, making him sway gently in front of Chris. Chris is smirking, making Sebastian feel even more crazy. He doesn’t know what’s going on. He knows Chris is saying something, but… it just doesn’t register.

“huh?” Sebastian asks, a bit stupidly. Chris sighs, but he’s smiling a bit.

“îngenunchea.” Chris commands. Sebastian does, on instinct, not even clocking the-

Wait, holy shit. A needy, desperate sound is punched out of him, he’s confused but so fucking turned on… How? What? When? But all of those thoughts are pushed out of his head very quickly as Chris opens his mouth again.

“Good boy. Treci între coapsele mele, acum.” Again, Sebastian obeys, scrambling to get between Chris’s thighs, staring up at him with big eyes.

How the fuck is this happening? What is going on? Why does Sebastian find himself panting and whining and trying to get friction from the floor? Is he that desperate?

“Oprește asta.” Chris snaps, and Sebastian is done for.

IDFK MAN, IM JUST PICTURING CHRIS DOING COMMANDS IN ROMANIAN BECAUSE HE KNOWS HIS BABY GOES STUPID

According to Google Translate (lol): îngenunchea -> kneel Treci între coapsele mele, acum -> Get between my thighs, now Oprește asta -> Stop this

I APPRECIATE YOUR THOUGHTS

The way Sebastian is swaying and fuzzy, totally fucking hypnotized, I looove that for him. Jesus.

The way he's stupid, too! And not understanding because he just doesn't expect Chris to break out the Romanian and gut him mercilessly with arousal. Fuck yeah.

"Wait, holy shit. A needy, desperate sound is punched out of him, he’s confused but so fucking turned on… How? What? When? But all of those thoughts are pushed out of his head very quickly as Chris opens his mouth again." I LOVE this part. Guh. He's so fucking smacked upside the head with arousal. Yes. It's ideal. I love his reaction.

I love how you said scrambling and how he stares up, eyes big... I can vividly picture Seb like that.

Humping the floor, too? SHEESH. YUP. I LOVE THAT. It's ✨filthy✨

This is the reason Chris needs to learn Romanian, not to demonstrate his love and devotion for his man, not to communicate with Seb's mom in English and her native tongue, but to ruin Sebastian unsuspectingly. Y-E-S. That's 👏🏻 what 👏🏻 Sebastian 👏🏻 deserves 👏🏻

Thank you for the thoughts <3

[howdoyousleep3]

Kinktober, 10/21: Phone Sex

Jesus Christ it is done. Take it. I can’t look at it anymore. I had many people help me with this one. All my love to @musette22, @rainbowsandcoconut, and Max (who I won’t tag for fear of him getting even the teensiest bit horny when he should be resting up instead) for hype and characterization and @maddiewritesstucky for the constant hype. 

I am nervous. This is different. I’ve never done this. I chose to do only dialogue because, as @sheetsforwhichimmade so lovingly pointed out — “You don’t make life easy for yourself do you?” 🙃😅 Hope you love. 💕

Pairing: Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan Tags: Phone Sex, Established Relationship, Long Distance Relationship, Dirty Talk, Light Feminization, Mutual Masturbation  

“Hello?”

“Hey… hi.”

“Hi sweetheart, what’re you… what time is it there? You okay?”

“Mhmm fine yeah. S’about 11:30 at night.”

“You’re okay?”

“Chris, yeah m’fine, I’m… m’more than fine.”

“Are you now? Why’s that?”

“Don’t… nothin’, it’s nothin’, just… just maybe have been… drinkin’…”

“Ohh, s’that it?”

“Mhmm…”

“You think I don’t know when you’ve been drinking? You think I don’t know when my baby’s been drinkin’?”

“Don’t ‘baby’ me. You don’t know a damn thing, Evans.”

“Ohh, I think I do, baby. Listen to that giggle! You can’t even stop it.”

“Quit! I’m… m’not easy, I’m—”

“Can read you like a book, what’s it been, huh? Ninety seconds? Ninety seconds and I know for a fact you’re drinkin’ red wine?”

“Chris, how…! No, no. I will not give you the satisfaction. S’my choice, my drink. Stop laughing!”

“Don’t… don’t you pout on me, don’t go sad, sweetheart. Would never try and stop you, of course it’s your choice. I know you, is all. Your voice goin’ all low and sweet, slow and quiet.”

“Mmm…”

“That’s your red wine voice. What are you, about a bottle deep?”

“… I’m hanging up.”

“No, Seb! Baby, don’t be mean. Should be flattered I know you so well.”

“Hmm, a blessing and a curse.”

“Not sure you have many examples of that there curse but it’s fine, it’s fine. It’s just…”

“Just what?”

“Seb, honey—you know what happens when you drink red wine…”

“Mmm, I don’t think I do know. Why don’t you tell me, baby?”

“Look at you… okay. I’ll play. Your voice is all hot, it’s right before bed, you’re callin’ me, you’ve been drinking red wine. I know it’s not tequila because, while one of your favorites, it does not get you calm; you turn into a loud happy little thing when you’ve got tequila in your system.”

“When’d you turn into some sort’a Sherlock Holmes?”

“Why’d you call me, Sebastian?”

“I… missed… I missed you is all. Can’t a guy call his boyfriend when he’s missin’ him?”

“A’course you can, baby. You’re doin’ more than missing me though, aren’t you?”

“I…”

“Hmm…?”

“You…! There have been so many fucking times you’ve called me while drunk on Heineken wanting me to—”

“Seb, honey… baby, shh. That feistiness is the red wine talkin’. You can call me whenever you want for… whatever you need. I just wanna hear you say it, c’mon. We both know what this is, why you’re callin’.”

“Don’t… I don’t have a reason.” 

“No? You don’t get more than a little hot and bothered when you drink red wine? A bit needy?” 

“Chris…” 

“C’mon, Seb— you callin’ me ‘cause you’re hard?” 

“I’m… ngh maybe…” 

“Yeah? C’mon, Sebastian. Tell me.” 

“Baby don’t… god I hate how that voice makes me just… do things.” 

“What voice?” 

“Right, like you don’t know. I may have a red wine voice but you… you gotta horny voice, a hot voice.” 

“Do I now? S’it helpin’ you? Is it what you want?” 

“S’always what I want…”

“Atta boy, there you go. Let’s try again— why’d you call me, Sebastian?” 

“M’hard and I… I miss you.” 

“God, love when you call me when you get like this. Miss you too, sweetheart. You in bed?” 

“Mmm, mhmm yeah. S’a bit empty. Wish you were here to take up space and hog the blanket.” 

“I’d give anything to come be your blanket hog. You naked?” 

“God… yeah yeah’m… m’naked.” 

“S’my favorite version’a you. So fuckin’ pretty, should never wear clothes.” 

“Ngh, Chris…”

“Ohh already, baby? You already there?” 

“No, not close, not—“

“No, Seb— not close to coming. You know what else happens when you drink red wine? Know you know…” 

“I… I can’t really think right now, Chris. I’m busy doing—“

“You get sweet. You love bein’ pretty and sweet for me when you are this far gone, ain’t that right, kitten?”

“Fucking hell.”

“Tell me I’m right.”  

“A’course you’re right, I… I don’know why I get this way, but I do. Maybe it’s you.”

“There’s no need to pout, sugar. Love you no matter what version’a you I get. It’s just how you are when you get to sippin’ on wine—you get needier.”

“Mhmm, I do. I miss you.”

“Miss you too, baby. Know you’d be all up in my neck right now, can practically feel your tongue on my ear. Fuck, can’t wait to get my hands on you. Tell me what you’re doin’, what’dya look like?”

“Y’know what I look like…”

“Tell me anyway, pretty.”

“Oh I’m… m’on my back, flat. Got my hand on my chest, I’m—”

“You givin’ yourself those soft touches? Yeah?”

“You’re proud’a yourself for knowin’ that, can hear your smile. Makes me even harder…”

“Jesus… c’mon don’t distract me, I know what I want and that’s you to tell me what you’re doin’.”

“I’m… m’so hard.”

“Don’t need to whisper it, honey—I know. You been touchin’ yourself?”

“No, I… m’waiting.”

“Oh, Sebastian. What a good boy…”

“Chris, tell me… tell me what to do, please I’m—”

“Oh, sugar never have to beg. Sound sweet as fuck doin’ it but don’t have to; y’know I’ll give you anything you want. Wet your finger, get that thumb and another one in your mouth, don’t—Baby, don’t you get carried away. Don’t get distracted the second somethin’ gets in your mouth.”

“But I—”

“Put those fingers on your nipple, give it a good swirl, yeah. When you pinch, pinch lightly, light. Just—there it is, just like that. Know that noise. How’s that feel?”

“More… want more.”

“So greedy. Bet you’re leakin’, bet you’re so wet. That pretty dick all wet?”

“God… could listen to you… yeah yeah it’s wet I’m… m’so wet.”

“Yeah you are, know you are. Touchin’ those pretty nipples makes you drip, sweetheart. Listen to you…”

“Want… are you hard?”

“Am I hard? Sebastian, of course I am, are you fuckin’ kidding me? You call me all needy and touchin’ yourself and you don’t think I’m gonna get hard? Baby, I’m achin’.”

“Wan’it.”

“Mmm, want what? Huh?”

“Chris want… fuck, want you, want your… your cock.”

“Goddamnit… fuck, you ready to put a hand on yourself? S’that what you need?”

“Please… yeah, please please I—”

“Go on, baby go on. Get yourself all wet, spread it around. God, listen to you. Feel good?”

“God mhmm, yeah it… it does it… so fuckin’ good. Tell me what you look like, what… what your hand looks like on yourself.”

“Shit, how’d you know?”

“You may know my red wine voice, but I know your fist-fucking voice.”

“God, I love you.”

“Mmm… love you. Tell me, please...”

“Fuck, m’so hard, Seb. On the couch, a hand on myself, loose. I’m thinkin’ about how pretty you’d look here between my legs, would fit real well.”

“Ohh… that’s exactly where I wanna be right now. Wouldn’t even ask you to stop, would just wanna get my mouth on your balls, wanna make it sloppy.”

“Jesus, I love it when you drink red wine. What else you want? What else you wanna do while you’re down there?”

“I just… fuck, Chris I just miss you in my mouth. I miss how… how big you feel on my tongue, how you fill my throat right up. Wanna be good for you, wanna choke on it.”

“God, Sebastian you’re so good, so fuckin’ good. Nothin’ better than your mouth on me, ngh.”

“I… I can think of something else that may be… be better…”

“Oh my, listen to that voice, the way you couldn’t even say it without moanin’. I think I might… s’it what I think it is?”

“Mmm, maybe…”

“Don’t tease me, baby. Don’t be coy.”

“Want…want your mouth on me.”

“Fuck, you’re hungry for that aren’t you? Yeah? Jerk yourself off a bit faster, Seb, a bit more. There you go, sweetheart. Tell me more about my mouth on you. Are you…?”

“Mhmm, yeah yeah. Just miss your fuckin’ mouth, ngh. Miss how… miss how you eat me out, y’so good at it, Chris. Don’t even fucking care, don’t hold back, eat my pu—oh.”

“Mmph, Sebastian. You feelin’…fuck, you feelin’ extra sweet?”

“Chris…”

“C’mon. M’hard god, baby I’m so hard for you. You wanna hear it? You wanna hear me, wanna hear my hand on my cock?”

“Oh fuck… don’t…! God, you just spit in your hand, didn’t you? Fuck.”

“Without your mouth I gotta make do. Listen, Sebastian—listen.”

“Jesus…!”

“S’wet, ain’t it? So hard, my hand is so tight, so good. Sounds like…”

“Oh god yeah, say it.”

“Sounds like your pussy.”

“Oh… oh please, oh—!”

“Fuck yeah, y’love it don’t you, princess?”

“Oh Chris, don’t… don’t do that. Don’t…ngh, ngh. Can I… I want tighter.”

“Yeah, sweetheart give yourself what you want. You’re close, I can hear it. You don’t want this often; let yourself enjoy it, come on.”

“Oh, m’close. I’m close, baby please…”

“God, wish it was that pussy eatin’ me right up instead’a my fist. D’have to spend such a… such a good amount’a time openin’ that pussy up to take me, wouldn’t I, sugar?”

“Fuck yeah you would, such a fat fuckin’ cock. God, I wan’it, Chris I miss it. Your mouth on my… on my pussy. Your fingers. You know how I like it; make it hurt a bit. Wanna feel you for days.”

“Jesus Christ, I’m close. M’close, Seb. You close? Talkin’ about your pussy is gonna get me there, talkin’ about taking just… takin’ hours gettin’ you ready is gonna make me come.”

“Yeah yeah I’m… m’close. Chris…”

“Yeah, you gonna come thinkin’ about how that pussy feels when it’s bein’ stuffed? When it’s bein’ fucked? God…”

“Know that voice. Tug on your balls, give… give ‘em a good squeeze—”

“Fuck, Seb oh—”

“I’m gonna come, make me come, Chris please…!”

“Come, baby come on, give it to me. Come with me oh, Seb baby m’comin’, fuck…!”

“Oh…! Oh god, oh…!”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Sebastian goddamnit nothin’… nothin’ better than hearin’ you come, fuck.”

“Chris… oh, Chris…”

“Yeah, baby yeah, get it all, make it count, long strokes.”

“Fuck, yeah yeah, so good, oh.”

“S’my boy, listen to that, oh. So fuckin’ hot.”

“S’good, so good, ngh love it, oh…”

“Mmm yeah, honey love it. God, m’so… god I made such a mess, sweetheart, oh.”

“Love…mmm love when you get the giggles after an orgasm, just… you’re just the best, god I love you.”

“Love you more. God, I needed that little afternoon delight. How’d you know?”

“Red wine brain knows everything.”

“Hmm, that voice, know that voice too. You’re about to crash. Y’get so sleepy after you come.”

“S’the red wine. Maybe. Hmph. M’messy now too.”

“Mmm, you should send me a picture’a that.”

”Christopher, it hasn’t even been five minutes after we’ve come and you wanna go again?”

“Not… not again! Just… it’s been a while, I don’t know. Gimme a little extra for later.”

“Anything for you.”

“Don’t be dramatic, don’t waste what energy you have left. You should head to bed soon. You gonna go clean off?”

“Mhmm. When do I get to see you next? Next week?”

“Yeah... yeah next Thursday, sweetheart. God, can’t wait to see you. Wish I could just stay the whole time you’re there.”

“Would love that. Love you.”

“I love you too, Seb. Wake up. Go get cleaned off. But not before you take a picture of your mess.”

“A teenager is what you are.”

“You love it. I’ll talk to you later, okay? Hope you sleep well, baby. Sweet dreams.”

“M’kay, goodnight. Bye.”

“Bye.”

[inagetawaycarxo]

Dating Sebastian Stan Would Include

—Requested by anon

—Requests are open btw, send in a imagine idea or a headcanon idea for Sebastian or marvel!

—A/N: *sighs dreamily* I might have gone a little overboard on this one! Feedback is appreciated!

When Sebastian first met you he couldn’t help but stare at you, getting captivated by you, which resulted in him running into a glass window of the coffee shop. He got flustered when you came over and asked if he was alright. Which made him stumble over his words.

“I’m fine.” He squeaked out, his cheeks reddening, as he looked anywhere but at you.

He then stumbled off, not waiting to hear your response, bumping into people on the way out. Tbh he was a clumsy mess. Still is when he is around you.

The second time you and Seb met was when Chris took you to the set of marvel.

You’s two started off as friends.

Chris and Anthony trying to get you and Sebastian together, and being frustrated by how oblivious you are to the feelings Seb has for you.

With a lot of encouragement from Chris & Anthony, Seb finally gets the nerve to ask you out. When you agreed to go out with him Seb can’t help but smile at you, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you off the ground spinning you around.

Being besties with Mackie as well as Chris.

Sebastian is always a blushing nervous wreck around you.

Also can be a cocky little shit as well, and a tease.

Seb adores you so much. You are his entire world, he loves to brag/talk about you to friends and family, though some of them get annoyed by his constant rambles/fangirling about you, not that Seb cares.

Seb looks at you and gets lost in a daydream a lot, sometimes dirty daydreams.

He could stare at you all day and not get bored.

Learning to speak Romanian. Though you butcher some of the words.

Sebastian falling more in love with you when you try/speak Romanian, his eyes beaming with happiness.

If you do speak Romanian, then having a conversation in Romanian with Seb.

A lot of PDA…Not really in front of paparazzi though, mostly in front of your family and friends. Sometimes fans.

Seb likes to have his arm around you a lot, either on your waist or around your shoulder. Or hold your hand in public. He will kiss your cheek and forehead but never your lips in public.

He likes to hold your hand all the time.

He loves to wrap his arms around your waist, pressing soft kisses on your shoulder then your neck, or resting his chin against your shoulder. Or in the crook of your neck.

Seb is really protective of you, if anyone says a bad word about you, god help them they get the wrath of Seb, he definitely gives them that Bucky glare, he is also protective over you in public too

Being the biggest space nerds ever.

Stargazing.

Watching space documentaries/ sci-fi movies.

A lot of dates; coffee dates, pizza dates, movie dates, midnight dates, beach dates, hiking dates, Picnic dates

Dates with Seb are never boring.

Midnight strolls

Working out together.

You and him like to encourage/motivate each other when you’s are working out.

Trying not to stare at him too much while he is working out.

Vice versa Seb trying not to get distracted by you when he works at.

Trying to impress each other.

Taking a lot of selfies together + photos of each other {even without one of you’s knowing}.

He doesn’t post most of them keeping them to himself.

Anthony teasing you and Seb a lot.

Anthony calling Seb whipped.

He is definitely whipped.

Seb finding it cute/hot when you are mad at him.

When he is home, you’s two mostly have lazy days.

Seb taking you to cons.

Visiting him at his panels.

Getting fan art/gifts from the fans that ship you and Seb together.

Seb taking you to his movie premiers.

Seb finding it adorable when you fangirl about Marvel.

Sending each other memes. Telling him he is a walking meme. He is a walking meme tbh.

When he had longish hair he used to steal your hair ties.

Convincing Seb to keep his hair longer for a little while.

Playing with his hair a lot.

Braiding it when it was a bit longer.

Seb playing with your hair.

You’re his best friend, and he is your best friend.

A hell of a lot of kissing.

Forehead kisses.

Neck kisses.

Shoulder kisses.

Nose kisses.

Cheek kisses.

Thigh kisses.

Belly kisses.

Hand kisses.

Morning kisses.

Goodnight kisses.

Needy kisses.

Kissing you at random times

And a lot of making out.

Let’s just say he is obsessed with kissing you.

Your neck will be covered in a lot of hickeys, so will Sebs and the rest of your body, mostly your neck and thighs.

Seb buying matching turtle neck sweaters to cover the hickeys.

Seb believes every time you smile it makes the world a little bit brighter.

Visiting him on set.

Making out with him in his trailer.

The dudes a huge hopeless romantic.

Always being there for each other.

Loving each other no matter what.

Being there for each other when one of you’s have a bad day.

Listening to each other’s problems.

Long skype calls while he is away filming, he mostly falls asleep in them.

Or facetiming each other, either one.

A lot of “I miss you’s.” when he is filming.

Helping him with his lines.

Seb being your #1 Fan/supporter,

Being his #1 fan/supporter.

You spend most of your time at his place and he spends most of his time at your place.

If someone comments rudely on one of your post on Instagram then he will defend you.

Seb cursing in Romanian when he is angry.

Seb biting his lip constantly when he is around you. {Since he knows it turns you on}.

Teasing you in Romanian.

Seb likes to go lingerie shopping with you.

Also likes to go shopping with you in general. He has great taste.

Matching outfits.

Supporting each other no matter what.

Plus being honest with each other and trusting each other.

Being there for each other through the ups and downs of life.

Most of the time you’s don’t fight, but when you’s do its mostly small fights, though you’s two makeup and have makeup sex.

Sebastian getting jealous of your celeb crushes

“Yeah, well he/she can’t fuck you and love you like I can.” He grumbled.

Saving water and showering together, though you’s are probably wasting it since you’s have a lot of sex in the shower.

You love to run your hands through his hair.

You’s two don’t hide the fact that you’s your dating from public but you’s are private about it.

Though that doesn’t stop him from gushing about you in interviews. However, if it’s his friends or family then he will talk their ear off about you.

Cooking together, though it’s mostly make out sessions leading to the food to get burnt and you and Seb have to end up ordering take out.

You’d suggest going to cooking classes, but then you and him probably end up making out and get kicked out of the class.

He loves to cuddle you, he is such a snuggle bug, whether it’s spooning or you cuddling into his chest or his side. He loves cuddling you.

Morning cuddles.

Bear hugs.

Hugs from behind.

He also likes being the little spoon as well. The feeling of your arms wrapped around him makes him feel secure.

Seb is so handsy. Not that you are complaining.

Netflix and chill.

No, really you’s do watch Netflix and chill as well.

A lot of movie marathons.

Dancing. Well, dorky dancing.

A lot of pet names for each other.

Calling him either, Seb, Sebby, baby, babe, sexy, hot stuff, darling, honey, mon Cheri, daddy, babykins, cutie pie, babycakes, bae, beautiful, big boy, my love, cupcake, cutie, dreamboat, goofball, dork, gorgeous, handsome, honey bun, honey bunny, hot stuff, hottie, hun, love, love bug, love muffin, lover, loverboy, my drug, pumpkin, snuggle bug, snuggle butt, snuggle muffin, sugar, sweet stuff, sweet thing/thang, sweetie, sweettums, sweetie pie, tiger.

Seb calling you baby girl. Baby doll, doll, {your nickname}, sweetheart, adorable, babykins, beautiful, buttercup, cutie pie, cutie, darling, gorgeous, honey, hon, hottie, kitten, love, muffin, my queen, my love, peach, princess, sugar, sunshine, sugar pie, sweet pea, sweettums, sweetie, toots.  

He definitely says some of those pet names in Romanian too.

Whenever he speaks Romanian it turns you on.

If you have an accent then that definitely turns Seb on.

You even beg him to sit and watch his movies with you.

Accidentally calling him “Bucky.” only to get this response “Who the hell is Bucky?”

Seb always either smacks your ass or grabs it, either one, actually he does both.

Telling each other really corny jokes.

Always making each other laugh.

Buying you flowers/roses for no reason

“What are these for?” you asked Seb, smelling the roses.

“Cause I love you.” Seb answered, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing a soft kiss on your neck.

Comforting him when he is feeling sad.

Vice versa, Seb comforting you when you are down.

Begging him to tell you endgame spoilers.

“No, I’m not telling you, watch the movie.” He grumbled, getting out of your grasp.

“No, please tell me I don’t want to walk into endgame unprepared, I need tissues if my baby Steve is going to die? Or if Tony or Thor is going to die, I can’t be unprepared if my favourite dies.” You whined, giving him puppy dog eyes.

“What about Bucky? I thought my character was your favourite.” Seb whined, pouting at you.

“Bucky’s dead though, oh my gosh, I hope Carol kicks Thanos purple ass, Oh does Bucky at least come back, maybe he can be the new captain America if Steve dies or Sam.” You ranted, Seb rolled his eyes letting out a sigh, before turning around and walking away from you.

“Don’t walk away from me, tell me spoilers god damn it.” You shouted...

He is so needy. Might be a little clingy but so are you.

Seb likes to buy you gifts and spoil you.

Also, pamper you as well.

He loves you so god damn much and you love him so much. You’s two love each other a lot.

He is such a romantic.

You are his whole damn world.

Domestic Seb, got to love Domestic! Seb.

Grocery shopping.

Brushing your teeth together, because he hogs the mirror.

Seb making you breakfast in bed.

Adopting a dog together.

Live streaming.

A lot of “I love you’s.”

Straddling his waist either to cuddle or make out.

Moving in with him.

Piggyback rides.

Deep conversations.

Taking bubble baths together.

Falling asleep on his chest.

Seb tracing your spine with his fingers.

Road trips.

Helping each other when you’s are stressed.

Roasting each other.

Being proud of each other.

Roasting Tom Holland with him and Mackie, (poor Tom)

Texting each other a lot while he is away filming.

Giving each other massages.

Talking about the future, like getting married and having kids. He daydreams about having kids with you a lot.

Being couple goals.

“One day we will be marriage goals.” Seb cooed, smiling at you.

“Are you trying to hint to me you’re going to propose to me?” you asked, looking up from your phone to look at him.

“Maybe.” He answered, biting his lower lip as he stared at you.

Going on vacations when Seb is off of work.

Sending you flowers/gifts while he is filming.

Getting drunk together.

Carpooling.

A lot of eye fucking. {Did I write that already probably did anyways more eye fucking.}

Tickle fights.

Fans adoring you.

His beard, you are obsessed with it, you’re always stroking it.

Hiding his razor so he doesn’t shave it.

Having fights on how to pronounce memes

Going to charity/galas with him. And red carpet events.

Telling each other how much you love one another.

Spilling tea to each other.

Seb wakes up before you do, he likes to admire you for a little while, before waking you up by kissing you/ your body.

Adoring every inch of your body and your flaws.

Same goes for you, adoring every inch of his body and his flaws. Not that you think he has any flaws.

He cherishes you in general.

Meeting each other’s friends.

Meeting each other’s families.

His mom absolutely loving/adoring you.

His mom teaching you how to cook Romanian recipes

Your family adoring/loving Seb.

Your mom even shows him baby pictures of you.

“Aw, I hope our babies look like you when we have one because you are just so damn cute.” Seb cooed, beaming at you.

Listening to each other about how your days went, what you’s did and so on.

Wearing his jumpers/ shirts. He loves it when you wear his clothes.

Being each other’s backgrounds/or/lock screens on each other’s phones.

Helping him navigate social media.

Seb gets jealous easily.

Seb getting jealous of your girl crush on Brie Larson. {Unless you don’t have a crush on Brie Larson then just ignore this.}

Taking videos of each other doing weird stuff and cute stuff.

Taking naps together.

Getting lost in those blue eyes, and not listening to what he is talking about. Damn those blue eyes.

Jogging together.

Seb getting insecure when you talk to guys younger than him.

Seb smirking when he gets you flustered. Also hot and bothered.

Sex with Sebastian is never vanilla.

A lot of hair pulling when you’s two are having sex, from the both of you’s.

A lot of oral.

Pretty much having sex every hour (if possible) you’s two kiss a lot and have sex a lot.

Seb speaking Romanian when you and him have sex. {Most of its dirty talk.}

He definitely loves to grope your boobs a lot.

He has a huge daddy kink.

And a praise kink

Lazy morning sex.

Shower sex.

Passionate sex.

Rough sex.

Jealous sex.

Making love to you.

Lots of quickies.

Lots and lots of hickeys.

And thigh burns.

A LOT OF DIRTY TALK, he will even say it in Romanian to which brings you close to your orgasm.

Orgasm denial, from the both of you’s

Orgasm delay.

Light bondage.

He is a Dom but he can be a sub as well.

His favourite positions are doggy style, missionary, the lotus position, cowgirl,

You’s two have sex nearly in every room and anywhere.

Seb is the king of aftercare.

Let’s just say you’s two have a lot of sex and a lot of make-out sessions.

If you are an actress or newly actress then Seb will support you, watching your movies, or TV appearance, helping you with lines, going to charity events, red carpet events, and movie premiers with you.

Seb prob feeds you food.

Seb is a gentleman though he is a dork and he a freak in bed.

The both of you’s are such big dorks.

Watching sunsets and sunrises together, mainly sunsets.

[jennifersylvesters]

give a little - part two

Pairing: Chris Evans / Sebastian Stan x fem!reader Word Count: 3.6k~ Warning: swearing Prompt: fake dating ( @petalparker and @suncitydanvers writing challenge ) A/N: /whispers: yeet yoot. new part done. another couple to go. ( if i forgot to tag you, i’m so sorry! i’m in a loopy state at the moment ) hope y’all enjoy! as always, feedback is appreciated and loved!

You never thought much about the idea of having two boyfriends. After all you were fortunate enough to just have one. So nothing could’ve prepared you for the certain problems that arose when dealing with Sebastian and Chris.

It turned out that Chris was quite demanding when he wasn’t the center of attention. “I need you to come over.” “Do you remember which Mexican restaurant is my favorite? Not fake Chris’s, but mine? Lucy will expect you to know this.” “Can you tell fake Chris to stop bothering you so you can help me with something?” He wasn’t one for sharing, insisting he needed your utmost attention. Whether or not that was the truth wasn’t his concern. His demanding behavior was taking a toll on Sebastian whose patience was running thin.

“If he calls me “fake Chris” one more time, I swear I’m gonna knock him out” Sebastian threatened as the two of you walked to the parking garage one morning. He grumbled about Chris being an absolute jackass and how he couldn’t understand how you put up with his whining. You wondered how two grown men could act like complete children.

You sympathized with Seb reminding him that it wouldn’t be much longer dealing with this fake relationship. Just one coffee date and it would all be over. He wouldn’t be burdened with this mess anymore.

Unlike Chris, Sebastian wasn’t needy. In fact Sebastian complied with whatever you asked. Would he gel his hair back? Sure. Could he wear that dark brown leather jacket for the date? Okay. Did he mind coming over to discuss certain details Jake would expect Sebastian to know? No problem at all.

The only thing that bothered you were his constant reminders of the inevitability you would get caught.

“Don’t tell Jake, and we won’t get caught” you would irritatedly counter back. Sometimes he sat too high on his moral pedestal that you wanted to give him a swift kick off. But he offered you help in one of your weakest moments so you weren’t in a position to say anything. At least not yet.

Twenty-seven steps forward. Swivel on the heel. And start all over again.

“You alright there?” Glancing up you spotted Sebastian leaning against his apartment door with an amused smile.

You had been pacing back and forth in the hallway waiting for him. Smoothing down your skirt, you flashed him a tense grin. It was a tricky question. Technically you were alright. You were in good health and looked nice. You made sure to doll up knowing you were meeting Jake today. This time you were fully prepared for anything.

Except there was a sickening feeling in your stomach that something would inevitably go wrong. It gnawed away as you muttered that you were fine. Concern visibly read on your face as Seb burst into laughter.

“I’m not gonna mess this up for you” he promised.

The two of you walked side by side towards the designated cafe in nervous silence. A couple blocks before you reached your destination, you suddenly took hold of his hand.

He stopped walking and stared down at your interlocked hands.

“It’s for the date! Fake dating obviously! Erm, gotta hold hands before we get there so that this looks authentic, y’know?” you babbled.

Feeling rather embarrassed you began to let go of his hand when he gripped back.

“Makes sense. I just...It caught me off guard that’s all.”

You nodded at him and he mirrored your action.

It was clear the two of you needed to focus. You asked him to repeat your favorite drink and pastry, which he recited quickly. He gave your hand a squeeze as if to say “we got this”. You began walking once more - this time hand in hand - confident this could work. The two of you could totally fake this.

And at first it seemed plausible. The two of you greeted Jake in unison with ridiculously chipper smiles. Seb ordered for you and scooted his chair close as the three of you conversed. He slung his arm around your shoulder, laughing at all the right times while agreeing with anything you said. Yet the finer details began showing cracks.

As Jake offered his extra pastry to Sebastian, you shook your head and placed a hand out.

“Oh, Chris actually doesn’t like that” you stated patting your fake boyfriend’s knee.

“I, uh, actually really like blueberry scones” Sebastian mumbled under his breath.

“Wait, so that was...other?” you whispered so Jake couldn’t hear. Were you thinking of the actual Chris?

Sebastian nodded his head. Crap.

“Shoot. I must’ve confused Chris with...my...grandmother.” Sebastian pursed his lips, trying his best not to laugh at your improvisation.

“You mistake your fake boyfriend for your grandmother often?” he whispered in your ear. There was no way he would let you forget that.

“Didn’t your grandma pass away two years ago?” Jake tapped his chin as he recalled the event. So he couldn’t remember your best friend’s birthday party, but he could remember your grandmother’s passing? How convenient.

“Yes...But my other grandma...She’s alive…And she doesn’t like blueberry scones” you managed to piece together. Sebastian bit down concealing a smile that threatened to pop out. Neither of you were particularly good liars, which made this interaction all the more difficult.

Jake asked “Chris” what he did in his spare time and the other man rattled off various hobbies. The two of them found they both enjoyed hiking launching into a discussion of the best trails.  

“Yeah, Y/N and I go hiking sometimes” Seb grinned causing your face to pale.

“Really? The last time I tried to do that, she was a wheezing mess when we finished. She told me that she’d rather have her foot sawed off than hike again” Jake raised an eyebrow in curiosity.

“Se-Chris and I only did it once” you quickly interjected.

“And she was very enthusiastic the whole time” Sebastian chirped.

You knew Sebastian was trying to make things better yet his additions only added to the cracks.

“Huh. That’s so funny. I tried seeing if she might give it a second chance at that path near Northview, and she told me she’d rather stab herself than hike again.” Fuck. Why was he fact checking so hard?

“Well, people do funny things for love” you replied, leaning into Seb. “Do not take me hiking” you hissed into his ear.

“Duly noted” he whispered back.

“What are you two lovebirds whispering about?” Jake forced a laugh as you both chimed it was nothing.

As the three of you continued chatting, you hadn’t noticed your best friend on the other side of the street waving in your direction. Tessa was about to shout your name when Sebastian pulled you close and whispered something in your ear. As you flirtatiously giggled in response, her jaw dropped. Who was this attractive man you were flirting with, and why wasn’t she informed about this sooner?

Despite her confrontational nature, she eyed the situation carefully. When she spotted Jake in the midst, she scowled. Something was definitely up.

Tessa decided she wouldn’t cause a scene. At least not today. She pulled out her phone and snapped a photo of you and Sebastian. She would ask when the time was right. Lucky for you, the two of you had plans to meet up on Friday.

Tessa’s presence never even registered on your radar, more preoccupied with muddling through this sticky situation.

As the conversation steered towards your job, you shared a concerned glance with your fake boyfriend. The two of you never discussed your careers. Hopefully Sebastian would keep quiet and let you handle the matter.

“Actually the reason I wanted to meet with you is because of your job at SHIELD Enterprises” Jake cleared his throat, straightening up as he placed his hands on the table.

“As you know both of our companies are launching co-branding products at the end of the month.” You nodded. Of course you knew. Your work inbox was full of constant reminders for the “monumental” launch. It was becoming so irritating that you resorted to sending those emails to your spam file.

You eyed Jake as he spoke about how excited he was for this launch, how good this would be for both companies. You weren’t sure if he was trying to convince you and Sebastian or speaking for the sake of filling space. Either way you wanted him to get to the point.

“I know both of our job’s departments will be working on a couple things as they finalize the deal.” You tried your best to keep a composed face even though this news took you by surprise. Perhaps you should’ve read all the updates.

“I just didn’t want things to become uncomfortable or turn unprofessional if we have to work together. And I know we didn’t end things on a great note-” You grunted, unable to contain your disdain about the subject. “-But I’m glad that you’re happy with Chris.” Sebastian mustered up a smile as he squeezed your hand. “And I can’t wait to see you both at the gala in a couple weeks.”

Wait. What?

“What gala?” you asked, head perking up at this news.

“Oh, you know. They’re planning on throwing a gala to celebrate the success of the co-branding. Everyone’s going to the party at The Ritz. I assume you’re attending?”

“I...am” you choked out. Suddenly those spam emails seemed more necessary than ever.

“And I’m sure Chris here is accompanying you” Jake added. Sebastian stared at your horrified expression that he didn’t notice Jake calling him. “Chris? Chris, buddy? You’re going, right?”

It wasn’t until Jake nudged Sebastian that he finally snapped out of it. “Oh. Yes. Me. I’m Chris. Yes” he rambled trying to focus on what had been said.

“You’re of course joining us at the gala, right?” Jake watched him expectantly. Sebastian froze. Jake’s question completely caught him off guard. He opened his mouth but nothing came out.

“You wouldn’t let your girlfriend attend that soirée all by her lonesome, would you?” Despite Jake’s teasing tone, there was an underlying challenge presented. “Chris” wouldn’t just abandon his girlfriend at one of her biggest work events, right?

“...O-Of course not. I’ll, uh, be there” Sebastian finally stammered out.

“Great!” Jake drummed his hands on the table as you and Sebastian stayed frozen in position. “Coffee’s on me. Can’t wait to see you both” he winked as he placed a couple twenties on the table. He pushed back his chair and walked out of the cafe leaving you both in a daze.

“So…” Sebastian started, unable to find the right words.

“So…” you echoed, staring down at your coffee. The two of you had been so close to pulling this off yet Jake pulled the rug right under at last minute.

You both internally questioned what this meant now.

“Guess I’m gonna be “Chris” for a little longer?” he realized out loud. Hearing the words slip out, he bobbed his head up and down. He didn’t like the idea of playing pretend - especially if that meant being Chris Evans - but he was starting to accept this sad reality.

“Guess we’re still fake dating then” you concluded as you slowly nodded your head along in rhythm.

“I guess so.”

The two of you continued nodding your heads, just a pair of idiotic bobbleheads stuck faking a relationship for a little bit longer.

So maybe you weren’t too confident you could pull this off.

“Too high. That’s too high.”

Chris scoffed at your comment, moving his hands down slightly. “How about now?”

“Still kinda high.”

“If I move my hand any further down, it might as well rest on your ass” he pointed out. You glared as he took his hand off your side only to hold both hands in the air. “I’m just saying…”

You shook your head muttering how unbelievable he was. Wheeling the grocery cart down the bakery section, you reckoned you should’ve just stayed home.

In fact you originally planned on relaxing after a long day at work, but Chris had other plans. He insisted the two of you needed to make the relationship look believable by spending more time together.

When he invited you to grocery shop with him, you initially declined. You didn’t have money to freely spend just to hang out with a fake boyfriend. That changed when he said he would pay for your groceries. Not a bad toss up.

Except it turned out that Chris could be annoyingly bossy. As much as you wanted free groceries, you weren’t sure it was worth dealing with his attitude.

He was in the midst of figuring out how to make it seem like you two were a naturally loving couple instead of complete strangers. Yet whenever he touched you affectionately, you couldn’t help but jolt away or instantly freeze.

“Stop tensing up” he instructed as you whined that you were doing your best. His actions were far too intimate for someone you barely knew. Your suggestions of just an arm around your shoulder or even linking arms were vetoed immediately.

“That’s something I would do with my relatives. It has to be believable” he urged. You internally groaned as you rolled your eyes.

Every time he complained, you found yourself throwing something into the cart. Why not? He was paying after all. If he wanted to be annoying, two could play that game.

“I’m not made of money like Robert Downey Jr., y’know?” he reminded you after you tossed in two bags of Doritos.

You let out a snort. Despite knowing the logistical name of his job, you still weren’t sure what he actually did. “I’m not expecting you to be a tech billionaire, but you did say you were paying.”

“That’s when I didn’t think you were buying the whole store” he complained. Staring him dead in the eye, you swiped another bag of Doritos into the cart.

Chris rolled his eyes before wrapping his arms around your waist. You stiffened at his touch prompting him to laugh. “Most women would kill for this. You know that, right?”

Taking in his features, you understood why women liked him. He had that all-American charm and was certifiably handsome. But you were finding out that beneath the dreamy smile was a man with a lot more bite than you initially expected.

He kept hold on your waist as you realized he wasn’t wrong. Perhaps it was a conceited notion but you saw the way others gushed and pined over Chris. Other women wanted that domestic lifestyle with him yet he would never even think about that possibility. You pointed out that you were in this situation because one woman in particular would legitimately kill for this. 

“I’m gonna get murdered by her, aren’t I?” you worried out loud.

“I’ll start getting your funeral preparations ready. I’m sure one of these aisles has some flowers I can lay on your casket” he joked.

Meanwhile Tessa was doing grocery shopping of her own. As she debated whether she wanted carrots, broccoli, or to screw the healthy choices in general, she spotted you getting comfortable with Chris.

Her eyes widened witnessing him wrap his arms around you. He said something that must’ve been hilarious because you to burst into laughter. Tessa nearly toppled over the orange stand watching you flirt with another attractive man with such ease.

Taking out her phone, she snapped a couple of pics. The two of you had a lot to discuss this Friday.

Completely oblivious to your friend’s nearby presence, you gently shoved Chris away before turning back to the cart. He laid his head on your shoulders blowing a bit of air on the shell of your ear. Swatting him off, you began pushing the cart oblivious to Tessa rushing away. “You ever think that this Lucy situation might be a sign that you should settle down?” you questioned earning you a booming laugh.

“Absolutely not. If anything, it convinces me that I’d be stupid to do so.”

“Such an optimist.”

“I like to keep grounded in reality.”

“Then let me remind you that the reality is you have a stalker. And you probably should’ve reported her.” He laughed again and insisted you didn’t need to be so concerned. Chris never really worried seeing as he wasn’t on the receiving end of Lucy’s death glares. Lucky him. Kind of.

“Seriously, though. You really need to find a better girl” you advised.

“Too much work” he retorted tossing a box of cereal into the cart.

“Yet you’d put in the effort to have a fake girlfriend? Just imagine what you could get done if you actually tried.” Finding the box of protein bars on your shopping list, you placed it in the cart before wheeling around.

“You sound like my parents” he grunted, scratching the nape of his neck.

“Yes, that’s what every fake girlfriend likes to hear. She wants to know that she reminds you of your parents. God, that gets her all hot and bothered” you teased.

Chris gripped the cart near the handle, forcing you to stop moving. Had you gone too far?

Slowly he leaned in close making your heart beat quickly. With his serious manner, your mind went blank and got lost in those brilliantly blue eyes. His face was only inches away, his gaze never leaving yours.

He pulled away, revealing a can of pasta sauce in his hand. You turned your head realizing he grabbed the jar from behind you.

“Did that get you hot and bothered?” he cheekily asked with an eyebrow raised.

You scowled. Of course he was messing with you. Maybe men like Chris weren’t destined to settle down.

Grabbing the sauce from him, you put it in the cart before grabbing three more jars and two boxes of pasta. The only revenge you could do was to raise the bill. A cocky expression lingered on his face as he grinned at your flushed appearance.

“So it did?”

“Shut up, Chris.”

You typed away on your work keyboard, glancing at the clock every couple minutes. While you enjoyed Fridays, the anticipation for the weekend always made you antsy especially after lunch. The weekend was tangible but not in your grasp quite yet.

As five o’ clock rolled around, you quickly packed up and headed to your favorite cafe to meet up with your best friend. You hadn’t seen Tessa in a couple weeks so it was nice to finally catch up in person.

“Hey!” you threw your arms around Tessa, bringing her in for a tight hug.

The two of you settled into your seats before the waitress came by to take your order. Getting your usual, you asked Tessa how things were going. It was the typical response; everything was as good as they could be.

She watched you closely as the waitress set down glasses of water. “So...How are things with you?” she asked nonchalantly drumming her fingers across the table. You shrugged stating everything was relatively the same. The lie slipped out easier than you thought it would. While you didn’t like keeping secrets from her, the less people that knew about the circumstances the better.

“Are you seeing anyone?” she asked.

You hummed, bringing the cup to your mouth. “Not really” you played off casually.

“”Liar!” she shouted so loud causing you to choke. A couple people glanced your way but she paid no attention. Tessa yanked out her phone, smashing in her passcode before pulling up the photos of you with the two men.

You had two options: you could admit the truth or you could lie.For some reason you picked the latter. Trying to play it cool, you insisted that wasn’t you. “Th-That could be anyone” you nervously argued.

“Obviously that’s you” Tessa’s deadpan expression made it clear she wasn’t buying it. “You think I don’t know what my best friend looks like? Plus you’re wearing the skirt you borrowed from me two months ago with that coffee guy. I want that back by the way.”

You knew there was no point in denying any longer when she not only had proof but a tenacious attitude to back up her claims. So you admitted that you were in both those photos hoping she wouldn’t pry. Ever the optimistic thinking.

She stared at you expectantly, waiting for you to continue. There was no way she was dropping the matter without hearing a proper explanation. While she expected to hear that you were just getting back in the dating pool, her eyes widened at the elaborate schemes currently going on.

Tessa had you break down everything slowly so she could fully process the situation. She grimaced at the mention of Jake, sticking out her tongue in disgust. Even when you were dating, Tessa never liked him and made no effort to disguise her feelings. You ignored the her comment about how either men was an upgrade from your ex.

Once you finished, you looked fixedly at her waiting to hear her final thoughts.

“So you’re dating two men?” Tessa posited looking for clarity on the situation.

“Technically no” you answered slowly.

“Oh, so you’re…” she paused, raising her eyebrows with a smirk. With one hand, she held up her pointer finger. With the other, she made a small circle connecting her thumb to the other pointer finger. She proceeded gesture crudely in and out of the circle, causing your face to redden.

“No!” You swatted her hands as she giggled. “It’s not like that!” Your face heated up at the idea of doing anything sexual with either of them.

“I know there wasn’t much you could really do about the Chris situation, but you didn’t have to go that far with Sebastian.” You blinked, confused by her words. “You realize you could’ve just told Jake that “Chris” was sick, right?” You said nothing, letting this sink in.

She was right. There had been no reason to drag Sebastian this far along. It could’ve been a brief coffee meeting with a “see you at the mandatory meetings and then never again” ending. Perhaps both of you were absolute morons.

“So...Should I just attend the gala by myself then?” you wondered out loud.

“You could. But knowing Jake, he’ll probably give you grief about you being by yourself” Tessa pointed out. That sounded highly probable. You could imagine Jake acting sympathetic, He would shoot you “poor Y/N is all by herself” looks with his arm snaked around whatever hot chick he decided to bring that night.

“Honestly I think it’d be nice for you to have a bit of arm candy by your side. It’d probably drive Jake crazy. Plus it’d be a nice confidence boost” she suggested. You mulled the thought, figuring it would be a nice blow to Jake’s ego. “I’m sure both boys would look good in a tux. Well, whichever one you choose to bring to the gala” she added.

“Stop!” you smacked her arm.

With a tut and a shake of her head, she laughed “Y’all are messy.” She sipped her water as you heaved out a heavy breath. That was the understatement of the century.

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Little Sister

Parings: Sebastian x Reader

Summary: You’re Chris’s little sister and he is very protective of you

A/N: This is for a anon request prompt I got where Seb see Reader (Chris’s younger sister) and falls for her; but Chris is way too protective.

Warnings: Smut...I’m lazy and don’t want to break it all down...

Word Count: 1593

Masterlist

I love my big brother, he is one of the best; and I’m lucky to have him. Whenever I had issues growing up with guys he was the first to jump in to be my white knight. You used to love it; until I didn’t. It was great when I was 13 and boys were trying to make me do things I wasn’t comfortable with; it’s another thing now that I’m an adult and are capable of making my own choices as a woman.

The first time I met Sebastian, I was visiting Chris on the set of Captain America: The First Avenger and I fell head over heels. He was caring, sexy as hell, and funny. He was everything I wanted in a guy; and he seemed interested in me! Chris, being the overprotective brother stepped in and put a stop it anything before it began. Sebastian was warned off and I was given a lecture about how it’s not right because he is his co-worker.

A few years went on, and the filming on The Winter Soldier happened. Chris watched the way Sebastian looked at me and how I reciprocated. He put his foot down and reminded me that getting involved was a bad idea as Sebastian was his co-worker and he didn’t want there to be bad blood if things went south. I fantasized about that man as The Winter Soldier everyday. What he would do to me, how much he would push and pleasure me. I was constantly on fire and needy.

Sebastian’s name was forgotten about by Chris again until filming started on Captain America: Civil War. I was invited to the set two weeks into filming. The highway scene is on the call schedule for the next week and when Sebastian walks on set with the red henley and jeans, I want to die. I look at his left arm and see he has the winter soldier arm and I imagine what it would be like to have those fingers on me; I can’t help the whimper that passes my lips. He has put on a lot of muscle and everything about the man is delicious.

Chris greets him with a friendly handshake and pat on the back, and he turns his attention on me. “Y/N?” His smile spreads across his face and my knees go weak.

“Hi Sebastian, good to see you again,” I smile and he pulls me in for a hug.

Someone calls for Chris on set and the two of us are left standing there. “Does he know?”

“I don’t think so. I have been extra careful to not talk about you when he’s around.”

“I’ve missed you so much Y/N, it’s been too long.” He’s itching to pull me into his embrace and I want nothing more than to melt into his touch; but I don’t.

“Sebastian, it’s only been a month,” I laugh.

“It’s a month too long, and I can’t get enough of you. God, I want to kiss you so bad. Please tell me you are free tonight and I can come over?”

“I don’t think he has anything planned for me; so I think that will be fine.”

Sebastian’s personal assistant comes for him and filming begins on the scene. I watch him intently, the way he moves, the murderous look in his eyes; it all sets me on fire and I can’t wait until tonight. I’m tempted to head back to my room and play with myself, thinking of the perfect man that I call mine.

Finally, after what seems like forever, filming wraps for the day and we all head back to the hotel. I feign not feeling well to get out of dinner with Chris and he seems to buy it. Maybe I should have gone into acting too! I send a quick text to Sebastian letting him know my room number and to come over.

I hear a quiet knock on the door and look through the peephole, Sebastian is on the other side looking sexy as ever. I unlock the door and usher him in, looking up and down the hall for Chris.

“Did my brother see you?”

“No, I told him I was tired and wanted to call it an early night, he was okay with it. Now, I am in desperate need of some sugar.” He taps his lips with his index finger. “Come here and give me some.” He takes a step closer and wraps his hands around my waist and the back of my neck. His kiss his needy and I moan as he dips his tongue into mine.

He walks me backwards and my legs hit the bed. “Strip baby, I’ve been thinking about you all day. I need to feel you around me.” He commands, and I comply pulling my shirt over my head and pulling my shorts off. I stand there in a red lacy bra and matching panties. He apprases my choice of undergarments and smiles wide.

“Red has become my new favorite color after seeing you today Seb. You are wicked hot as the Winter Soldier. The knives, the murder strut, I couldn’t wait to come back and play, I was so horny watching you today.” I reach forward and slide my hands under his shirt and pull it over his head. My hands went down to his pants and I undid them, sliding my hand into his boxers and stroking his hard cock.

He groans, “Fuck babe, when I saw you and couldn’t touch you, it was like torture.” His head falls back as I drop to my knees and suck him into my mouth. I run my tongue along the underside of his shaft and take him all the way in, my nose hitting the curls at the base. I start with a steady rhythm of bobbing my head back and forth, rolling his balls between my fingers.

He pulls me off with a pop and helps me stand. “I need to be in you. When you got back here tonight, fif you get yourself off picturing me?” I nod my head and he kisses me. “Good girl.” He swipes his long index finger through my folds and I gasp as his fingers gently rub my clit. “So wet. How bad do you want me?”

“So bad Seb, please. I want you to fill me up.” I turn and bend over the edge of the bed, my ass in the air. I hear him growl and he grabs my hips, sliding himself in me ever so slowly. We both moan and he drags his cock out. He keeps up the torturously slow pace as I rub small circles on my clit. “Oh fuck, please I need more, fuck me harder Seb. Make me yours.”

“I’m enjoying just being in you babe, I want this to last.” He grips my hips tighter, but doesn’t change his pace.

“Seb, if you don’t fuck me like a crazed man, I’ll keep you from it for the next week. I’m going to be here everyday and I’ll make sure you wear short skirts with no panties under them. I’ll make sure you know it too,” I threatened.

“You wouldn’t.”

I turn and look over my shoulder at him, “I would.”

He starts pounding into me, my ass bouncing off his thick thighs and my legs start shaking. I’m moaning so loud I don’t even care who hears at this point. Sebastian’s cock is stroking my inner muscles and I’m clenching around him greedily. I drop my head onto my arm as I start coming around his cock. I thrust back into him, trying to riding my orgasm and he suddenly pulls out.

“On your knees, and open your mouth” he says. I turn around and drop to my knees, opening my mouth wide as he strokes himself. A stream of come hits the corner of my lips and he continues to pump his load into my waiting mouth. I wrap my lips around the tip and suck the last of his come off him, swallowing everything he offered.

The two of us lay blissed out on the bed when we hear a loud knock on my door. We turn to look at one another wide eyed and I run to the bathroom to throw on a robe. Sebastian grabs his clothes and wedges himself into a corner from view and I open the door. Chris is standing there.

“Y/N, how you feeling? Chris asks, looking past me into my room.

“I’m fine, what are you looking for?” I ask, looking over my shoulder.

“Is there something you want to tell me? Maybe about a certain someone?” He tries to push past me into the room and I stand my ground, not allowing him to pass. “I promise I won’t kill him. Sebastian, get your ass out here.”

Sebastian comes into view and I’m mortified. “Hey Chris,” he smiles and gives a small wave. “How’d you know?”

“You may play an assassin in the movies; but you aren’t very stealthy. I saw you enter her room; and I put two and two together. Just don’t make me kick your ass, alright?”

“I’ll treat her like a princess, cross my heart.” Chris nods and turns on his heal, leaving the two of us alone and I close the door. “Get your ass back on that bed, Princess. I’m starved and you’re my next meal.” He smiles wickedly and I swallow thickly knowing it’s going to be a long night.

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*skipping around and singing*

“phone smut! phone smut! come get your phone smut!!”

S, can you fucking imagine how goddamn needy puppy boy Chris must be when his and Sebastian’s schedules force them to be apart? He just loves being close to his Sir, and when he can’t he just gets so needy! And if he can’t see Sebastian, he can at least hear his voice, right?

It’s a Thursday night, and Chris is restless. He’s been away from Sir Sebastian for two months now and he would give anything to have Seb’s hands on his body. His hole practically aches with the need to be filled, but Chris stupidly forgot to bring any of his toys with him. Chris is deep in thought about his Sir when his phone rings from its place on the nightstand. He quickly grabs it, and nearly squeals with delight when he sees its Sebastian calling. He picks it up, lying back down on the bed.

“Hi, Sir!” He says, beaming.

“Hey, puppy. How’re you?” Sebastian says, voice smooth and like a tonic to Chris.

“I’m alright, Sir. Miss you. But I’ve been bein’ good!” He quickly says, his Boston accent getting thicker as he gets more relaxed.

“Yeah, I know you have, baby. I’ve got such a good puppy. D’you wanna know why I called you?” He asks, and Chris blushes.

“Yes, Sir.”

“It’s because I missed you, too. Missed your cute little ass. Missed your whines and moans. I missed my sweet, perfect puppy.” Sebastian rumbles, and Chris has to sit on his hands as to not be bad. He makes a high pitched whine, drawling out Sebastian’s name. A chuckle rings in his ear, and it makes him shudder.

“My silly puppy, can’t think when his Sir talks to him all dirty? I wonder how my puppy would react when I tell him he’s got a little surprise waiting for him when he gets home? “

A gasp flies out of Chris’s chest, smiling and blushing. “I’m so excited, Sir! Can I know what it is? I’ve been good!”

“Yeah, you can, baby. It’s a sweet little collar with your favorite colors, all pretty and cute just like you. And my favorite part about it is that there’s a little inscription on the collar. D’you wanna know what it says?” Sebastian’s voice is rich and makes Chris’s head feel fuzzy in all the best ways.

Chris pulls himself out of subspace just enough to respond. “Y-Yes, sir, please.”

“Sir’s Perfect Puppy.”

A downright feminine moan wrenches its way out of him and by the morning he feels really bad for his neighbors.

*heavy breathing*

This is perfect 👌🏻

The way Chris is so needy and fuzzy headed and the way you describe the sounds he makes.

Jesus.

I am weak for such a big, big man making all these high, feminine noises that he just can't help from making. They're ripped out of his broad chest and spilling over his gaped lips before he can even think to muffle them, painting quite the goddamn picture for Sebastian on the other line 😮‍💨😮‍💨

And that fucking fantasy of the collar 😫🥴 it fries my brain.

In conclusion: puppy, sir, collar, whine, moan, blush, and too many words that are too damn hot.

Thank you for thisssss, fuckin' Christ

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Hiiii S :)

Do you know that I LOVE puppyboys? I mean you probably guessed to be fair, I’m a bit obsessed But sometimes, they get too needy. And maybe they don’t have their Sirs there to help them, they do bad things. It’s sad, I know! And I wonder what a certain someone will do when his puppy is bad…

Chris knew he shouldn’t be doing this. He’s being bad, making his Sir jealous. He hates being bad. All he wants is for his Sir to pay attention to him, and Sebastian just has been too preoccupied to do that. So, Chris makes a show of flirting with the interviewer right in front of Seb. God, the face that his Sir made when they were in the car after it made Chris want to drop to his knees right there.

“Sir…? Is everything okay?” Chris whispers, trying to be discreet. There’s not a barrier between them and the driver, so who knows what he could hear.

“I think you know the answer to that question, Christopher.” The use of his full name makes his eyes widen.

Oh, he’s fucked up royally.

He’s expecting to be pinned to the door or wall when they get into the hotel room. Or maybe thrown on the bed, whatever his Sir wants. What Chris is not expecting is to be completely ignored. To have Sebastian sit in a chair opposite the bed he’s kneeling on, scrolling through his phone like he’s not there.

He whines, but Sebastian says nothing. He whines louder, and still nothing! Finally, he gets up, crawls over to Seb, and kneels right in between his legs, with his collar (and leash!!) on, looking up at his Sir with his best puppy eyes.

“Puppy, can you tell me why I’m ignoring you? You know how much I hate ignoring my sweet puppy.” Sebastian says, making Chris whimper.

“I was bad, Sir, I’m so sorry…” Chris whispers, resting his head on Sir’s thigh.

“That’s right, sweet thing. How were you bad?”

“I- I flirted with someone else to make Sir jealous…” Chris pouts, and Sebastian softly grips his chin and tilts his head up into a kiss.

“Correct, pretty puppy. Now do you know what has to happen?” Sebastian says, and Chris nods.

“I have to get punished.”

“Smart boy.”

Chris smiles, and Sebastian kisses him softly.

“Chris, sweetheart, you know I adore you, right? You’re my favorite person, and if you’re uncomfortable with this, I need you to tell me. If you don’t want to do this, we absolutely do not have to.” He whispers, and Chris melts. He’s so fucking in love.

“I’m okay, Seb. Don’t worry. I love you too.” He whispers, and he’s being kissed again and dragged onto the bed by his leash.

“Pants and boxers off now, Puppy. You know what Sir wants.” Chris scrambles to comply, tearing off his shirt as well for good measure.

“Good boy. I’m gonna give you 20 spanks, and you’re gonna count them and thank me for each one. Do you understand?” Sebastian says, voice low and Chris can hear his Romanian accent slipping out and it makes his mind go even fuzzier.

God, he’s so gone for his Sir.

Lord, I’m too obsessed with this stupid silly puppy and his Sir.

Oh my god

I'm so fucking glad you're obsessed because I'm obsessed with the way you write ✨️them✨️ Chris getting so gone and being so wanting to be corrected because he needs it. He doesn't feel right without it. It's perfect.

Thank you thank you thank you for sharing this with me 😮‍💨🥴

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okokok because this gq shoot is already one of my favs from chris ok so hear me out:

seb comes along to every interview, premiere and event chris goes to. he's happy to watch his boyfriend mingle with the reporters and answer their questions, just happy to be around chris, talking to his publicist when he's busy off getting his photo taken. but when it's shoot day?

seb brings his camera.

he literally has a whole folder in his phone with hundreds of photos of chris posing for another camera, and others of chris just sitting there, looking perfect and handsome as ever, some of him taking sips of water from a straw and close ups of his mouth wrapped around it (because he's just so beautiful and seb likes getting detailed shots). chris doesn't know that seb has those photos but he finds it endearing that seb likes coming along to these shoots that can sometimes last hours and produce only a few decent shots.

seb will look at the photos when chris isn't around or when he's missing him, looking at the slight pout of his lips chris does when he's posing, the different angles of his jawline that make it appear even sharper, the cherry red of his lips, the mischievous sparkle in his eye. naturally, seb is going to have a visceral reaction to these photos and the thoughts that come along with them, but like hell is he going to let chris know he jerks off to photos of him not even doing anything. just sitting there and looking like he always does, maybe with a little more product in his hair or some lining up of his beard. he'd never let chris know the simplest of poses get seb off.

but he doesn't have to, because seb eventually gets too desperate one day when chris is out - shopping for gods sake - and starts touching himself. he's so wrapped up in feeling good that he doesn't notice chris has been standing in the doorway watching him fuck his fist to a photo from a fresh shoot, one where they used less natural lighting and shadows to make the hard lines of chris face stand out and the veins running from his hands to his forearms stand out.

sebs imagining being manhandled by those hands when chris does just that, striding into the room and taking sebs wrists, growling out something about being 'so desperate he couldn't even wait a few hours?' and sebs cheeks burn with further humiliation when chris spots the photo of him on his phone, scrolling a few more times and seeing more of the same type of pictures.

chris promptly reminds seb that he shouldn't need to look at photos of chris to get off because he has the real thing right here, right now, warm and solid between his legs.

"How about I give you a reminder of what you get to come home to every day, huh? These pictures can't touch you, can't fuck you like you need so badly. But I can - will you let me do rhat for you, baby? Let me make you feel good?"

chris starts kissing him before seb can reply and, yes, of course seb fucking wants that.

sorry if this was long lmao

-arch

related to this new GQ shoot

ARCHIE YOU AREN'T ALLOWED TO BE SORRY ABOUT THIS!

Why, how, and WHY is the idea of Sebastian jerking off to "normal," "regular," "innocent" photos of Chris so fucking hot??

Oh, right, because that level of desperation and being head-over-heels crazy for someone is fucking obscene! That's why!

You can not change my mind, Chris says that to Sebastian and Sebastian straight up moans into his mouth. Jesus Christ.

There's no way he could forget that real life Chris is better than any photo, but he will take every reminder Chris is willing to give him. He will take anything Chris wants to give him 😏

How dare you write something so hot? Do it again.

I love, love, LOVE this idea. Sebastian being around, constantly unable to drag his eyes away from Chris. Sebastian being reduced to an absolute needy mess with and without Chris present. Chris getting possessive against himself. Jesus. This is too hot, hot damn!

THANK YOU for sending this my way 😮‍💨😮‍💨

And might I offer you my own thoughts about the GQ shoot here, and here?

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okay so idk if other countries have this or not but basically at train stations and stuff there’s normally a “kiss & drop” 15min waiting area where someone can drive up a bit closer to the platform and drop off/pick up someone else and over the last few years they’ve changed them to be called “kiss & ride” and I’ve been taking the train 3x a week for years and for some fucking reason last night I was like in bed and my brain did two things for the first time:

conjured up an Entire Scenario where person A (PA) is picking up person B (PB) after a long college/work in the city and PB has just had a DAY (derogatory) and is grumpy and bratty and upset and PA is all smiles and ‘yay it’s the weekend!’ and so when PB gets in the car it’s a literal “Kiss And Ride” as in ‘i don’t wanna fucking talk I want ur dick’ and PA is all ‘babe, babe, we’re 10 mins from home’ and ‘we’re gonna get picked up for publi—oh’ PB is ‘i don’t want to wait and idgaf what you say’ (#bratnation)

my brain absentmindedly made this evanstan for the first time ever and I REALLY THOUGHT I was gonna be able to keep myself away from RPF but…..y’all gave me the brainrot :/

((guess whom i’m imagining as PA? guess whom i’m imagining as PB? does it have anything to do with the fact that I started The Golf “Drabble” just before sleeping last night? I guess we’ll never know))

(aforementioned golf drabble here)

I can't say the US [derogatory], or at least the part I am in of the US, has that exact thing/has it and calls it a kiss and drop but that sounds very cute. And not just cute based on the scenario you just laid out 👀

I love that idea though! And it definitely makes sense as an RPF prompt because Chris and Seb certainly are always in different places, always then getting back together and, y’know, celebrating when they can finally get their hands on each other again, I mean what, see each other face-to-face again. (Also yes yes yes *rubs hands together* spreading the evanstan brainrot)

With the golf drabble in mind though...

I can imagine Sebastian having A Shit™️ Day at college only to collapse into Chris' expensive sports car at the kiss and ride; sighing at first, simply relieved to be removed from the real world and placed into his sugar daddy's (and boyfriend's) world. However...

He looks over and godfuckingdammit-

He didn't mean to get in the car and instantly lean over and start pawing at his lap, needing to get his mouth on that dick but what the fuck?

Why the fuck is his sugar daddy, his business suit and proper mannered, raised with butlers and private tutors boyfriend dressed like, like-?

A goddamn frat boy.

And why is it turning him on? He was just fuming after getting back from college - receiving a bad grade for a nonsensical reasons yet still feeling stupid as a result of the low score - and excited for the long, low-key holiday weekend and now-? Why is he suddenly thirsty for someone he could (in theory) see at school? 😫

What? Why?

Daddy's all smiley too, asking him, "y'excited for for the weekend, sweetheart? Y'ready to get goin'?"

And Sebastian doesn't even-

He didn't remember he agreed to go on a short road trip this weekend to one of Daddy's luxury cabins away from the city and now that he does... he doesn't even really want to. He wants to go home, suck Daddy's dick while he sips on his beer in front of the massive flatscreen TV, watching some football game highlights, then once Daddy’s cum down his throat and Seb has rutted a needy, good orgasm out against Daddy's shin crash in Daddy's unfairly comfortable bed. The best fucking memory foam that money can by. King size, making ultimate star-fishing possible. The mattress neverending and squishy and easily conforming around his body with the softest, nicest smelling sheets.

He doesn't want to drive for hours, bored and stewing in his own negative thoughts.

He didn't even get to pack his own clothes and he know Daddy did for him but... while normally he revels in seeing what Daddy bought him- what pretty things he bought and then packed for him (or more realistically, had one of his assistants pack on his request), today he wishes he could have packed his own clothes. Made his own decisions. Yet. He also just wants to dress up in whatever Daddy brought him and be told how stunning he looks and never see anyone else ever again. Just Daddy.

Ugh.

His brain is split into two.

😫

Sebastian is so caught up in his own mood™️ that he doesn't even register what falls out of his mouth until it's echoing back into his ears through the small space of the car, "the only place I wanna go is in your pants."

At first, Daddy laughs at his thoughtless pickup line. But when Sebastian leans across the center console before he's even pulled away from the kiss and ride, his hands finding their way to Chris' favorite red belt, Daddy suddenly has qualms about it, "Seb!" he squawks, trying to actually tell him not to when they clearly could get caught but still caught by surprise, half laughing.

Sebastian looks up, trying to give Chris his best, what? I'm innocent! puppy dog eyes as he looks rapidly between Sebastian and the road. And after a moment of contemplation, Seb settles on digging his hole deeper, whining, "I want your dick, Daddy."

"Not now."

"Why not?"

"If you wait until we're out of the city limits, I'll find somewhere to pull off and fuck you in the backseat, 'kay, sugar?"

"No, Daddy, I want your dick noww," he knows he's whining. And he knows he's being difficult. But... for some reason, he can't stop himself. Even if, yes, being fucked sounds like a good way to get his frustration out of his system. Better than a dick down his throat, forcing him to only focus on the feeling and taste of Daddy.

"Not now," Chris says again.

Sebastian ignores him, leaning over enough to mouth hungrily at him through his pants.

Daddy pulls his hair to get him to quit, pulling with enough conviction that Sebastian has to arch his neck and follow him up. Sitting up.

"Ow! Daddy!" He pouts. It doesn't really hurt. He's being dramatic.

"Sebastian-"

"Just want your dick now," he's really pouting now. Pushing out his lower lip and everything, "'lease?"

"I said no, I don't want to be charged for public indecency. You know what that'd do to my reputation."

Sebastian shudders, remembering how much of a big, popular, powerful man Daddy is before he huffs, crossing his arms and finally sitting straight up; acting more pissed than he feels. He turns and looks out the side window, arms crossed over his chest.

"God," Chris says under his breath, perfectly loud enough for Sebastian to barely hear, "you're spoiled," but Sebastian can hear him. And he can hear his smirk. It frustrates him more. The slight slight sting of tears rise in his eyes, so he squeezes them shut, he won't cry for not getting dick. He won't cry over a bad grade, he's not a middle schooler.

"You spoiled me, so it's your fault if you don't like how I act," he retorts back, feeling a little pathetic as he does the equivalent of sticking his tongue out at the other, older man.

Chris doesn't take his bate. He just reaches over and places a hand over the back of Sebastian's neck, holding then squeezing him there. Seb, despite his best efforts to cling to his bratty mood, deflates under the touch. "I might've spoiled you," Daddy reminds him, "but you're still easy. C'mon now, sugar, what's gotten into you? Tough day? You need some attention? Tell Daddy what's wrong."

Sebastian turns away farther, tears prickling in his eyes for different reasons now. Daddy cares about him...

Daddy squeezes his neck again, scruffing him in such a way that makes him sigh and go boneless.

Daddy's hand drops from his neck to his lap when he feels Seb's tension leave him. Driving one handed. "You tell Daddy what's wrong and you can have an orgasm. If not... I'm sure I'll be tired from driving when we get to the cabin. And tomorrow I can fill the whole day with activities... jus' 'cause we're alone all weekend doesn't mean Daddy's gonna fuck you all weekend. You don't wanna have Daddy all to yourself, all his attention on you and not work, and waste it, do you? You said you wanted dick, baby. Daddy doesn't have to give you any dick at all, y’know."

Sebastian feels his bottom lip tremble. Rapidly cracking he shifts to sit normally in his seat, looking ahead. Not twisted around. "Dunno," he sniffs.

"You don't know what's gotten into you?"

"No."

"Tsk tsk," he starts to remove his hand from where it was rubbing his thigh. Up and down. Up and down.

"No!"

"What, baby? You know. Tell Daddy. Be a good boy."

His cheeks burn. "I- I," he really doesn't want to go an entire three days without Daddy’s dick in his hand or mouth or cunt. "I don't know. Just... I don't know. I just feel bad."

"Bad like sick?"

"No. Jus'-" he pauses, whining, "I don't know. School sucks."

"Mmm-hmm."

"School sucks and there's this stupid fucking professor and he gave me a shit grade when I didn't deserve it. I worked so hard on that paper and I don't even think he read it all the way through. I knew he wouldn't like my view point because he's fucking like that. He only wants you to spit back his own opinions to him. He doesn't want you to think for yourself. And I thought. I thought really hard! I thought my argument was smart and good and- I dunno know! A good argument! But it wasn't his side so... he graded me down," he rants, hardly stopping to breathe.

"Aw, I'm sorry, baby," Daddy says, meaning it wholeheartedly. Empathizing with him while also pressing his hand against his (so far) soft dick. Massaging his dick with the heel of his hand. "I never liked school and I especially never liked professors or teachers like that. Shouldn't be teachers," he clicks his tongue, "they aren't encouraging learning, they're encouraging thoughtless robots. They don't listen either. It's fuckin' bad teaching."

Sebastian feels his dick start to fatten up further, swelling as his heart thumps thumps thumps, feelings vindicated that Chris agrees as well as horny. He can't help it. Daddy starts touching him and... yeah. He's easy. He always falls apart. So easy.