#sebastian fluff

[serpentsillusion]

MC: *drinking a cup of tea* bleh! 😖 I need some sugar.

Sebastian: *puckers his lips and closes his eyes* 😗😚

MC: What are you doing Sallow? 🤨

Sebastian: You said you needed some sugar. 😐

MC: FOR. MY. TEA.

Sebastian: oh... Well now I'm sad.

Ominis: Sebastian, stop being a simp. 😒

Sebastian: Never.

[writersp3n]

···➯ 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐞: 𝐒𝟎𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞

⋆.˚ ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐒𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐗 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞; Masterlist and other things regarding my blog are on my site. I started writing this before, we found out about that scraped ending (thank god they didn’t put it in.) At first, it was his family (of my own headcanon.) But I changed it to his mom last minute. I'm also finishing up a request I got it’s almost done so it's probably coming out in a day or 2. And this is my first Sebastian fic, def not the last one either. AO3

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; You knew Sebastian missed his life before UrbanShade, so you try to give him what you could of it.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠; Cursing, Fluff, Angst, Crying, Slight Sebastian Backstory spoilers (?), Reader and Sebastian are genuinely nice to each other.

8.27.24 |𝟏.���𝐤 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

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You were clawing through the vent to Sebastian's Shop, but once you got in there, he wasn’t there to greet you with a snarky remark. It didn’t take long for you to find him, sleeping in his makeshift bedroom area. Tail hanging off the edge, swaying slightly but something was off. You could hear soft whimpers and mumbles coming from where he rested. “M-mom, I didn’t do it, I.. I didn’t kill those people.” You heard him say as he tossed and turned, he was having a nightmare. 

Walking over to the area where he rested, there was a ladder, partially covered by his tail. Nonetheless, you could still use it to wake him. You could hear him call out for his mother once more, and others mostly feminine names, but one “Michael” that was a boy's name for sure. Was it his son? Father maybe? No couldn't make sense that he was calling his dad by his real name; It had to be his son. 

You were nearly at the top before his tail whipped around, and you pulled back dodging it. “God damn giant..” you grumbled, pushing yourself up on the ledge. Brushing your knees you crept over to Sebastian’s shelter, making sure to not step on anything he might’ve had in his makeshift bedroom. As you stood over him, reaching down to tap him on his shoulder you watched as his face contorted with discomfort and his ears twitched. You observed him for a few seconds watching, waiting to see if he would wake up himself, but he didn’t. Instead, he whimpered and mumbled more calling out a woman by the name of Abigail, his body twitching and he began to toss and turn more. 

It began to bother you to see his discomfort crouching down, you gently placed your hand on his shoulder shook him, and called out his name a few times. “Sebastian, Sebastian get up. It’s me.” 

“Mom?” He reached out toward your hand, but instead of pulling away, you let him grab you. “No, it's y/n” you answered,  “You were having a nightmare, I just wanted to wake you up.”  Pulling your hand back from my shoulder. You took a few steps back, giving him his space. 

“Thanks.. for that.” 

“You’re welcome”  

Sebastian made his way down the ladder, to shop part of the room. You followed behind, you were getting ready to climb back down before he spoke up.

“Jump.” 

“What?” 

“I said jump,” He repeated himself. “I know what you said but what.” You furrowed your brows, “I’ll catch you,” he added. You looked up at Sebastian and back down at the floor, and again, you looked back at him. “ You want me to jump and expect you to catch me?” You question all you got was a simple nod in return. “Ready?” he asked, extending his arms, prepared to catch you. Taking a deep breath, you stopped the back of it, giving yourself a run start before you jumped off the ledge half of you expected the fall to the ground and just died. You came to a stop when you felt Sebastian’s hand wrapped around both of your arms and gently placed you on the ground. “That wasn’t as scary as I thought it would be.” 

“Take whatever you need, free of charge.” The serpent stretched out his two upper arms, while the third one scratched his back. You paused for a moment, before speaking. “You sure?” 

“Positive.” 

You gleamed, smiling as hard as you ever have since you’ve been with Urbanshade. You quickly ran over to the table stuffed a few batteries in your pocket, grabbing a flashlight, beacon, and a medkit. “Thank you so much, Seb I promise I'll make it up to you next time. You have my word.” And with that, you crawled right back to the vent and went on with your task.  

 You left Sebastian, alone to sit with his thoughts. Usually, he would be thinking about collecting stuff off of dead Expandables but this time was different, the memory of his wife calling him was the only thing he could think about, she was the only woman to call him Seb.

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Pushing open the vent that led to Sebastian's shop you called out, “Seb, I got something you gonna really like!” All you got was a hum from him before he approached you. He watched as you started pulling things out of the bag you had, which was weird usually they don't let expendables bring anything with them down here. “Here's the normal stuff you ask for, but I was able to convince them to let me use a laptop and a printer.” Smile plastered on your face, you handed him a file ‘S0lace’. He took it, of course, opened it, and looked at the papers carefully. Flipping the pages there with photos of people, he knew these people it was his family. His mom, Wife, son, and his daughter. His brows furrowed as he glanced up at you “Why?” 

“The last time we saw each other, you were having a nightmare.” You said glancing down at the ground, nervous about how Sebastian might react. “You were calling out to people, your mom..” You paused, “You were calling for her, and your wife. I just thought you would like to know what they were up to in life.” You spoke quietly, picking at your nails you felt Sebastian stare at you. 

Sebastian listened to your short explanation as he continued to look through the folder, his sisters were there, and his younger brother as well. “And you got this past them?” He questioned, you nodded in response yet that did not satisfy him. “Words.”

 “I- I did.” You stuttered, “I um, it wasn’t easy though I uh almost got caught, but I got it down here for you.” You recalled the memory, the room was filled with silence. Before you felt Sebastian's lower arm wrap around you and pull you in for a hug. Sebastian was buried into your shoulder, as you stood there in shock for a few seconds before returning the gesture. “Th-thank you, I- You don’t understand how much his means to me.” You heard him mumble. “You’re welcome.” You replied, you felt your shoulder begin to dampen. You started rubbing Sebastian's back, “It’s okay, you don't have to hold it in.” You comforted him.

Sebastian began crying, his body relaxed, as he sobbed. In all your time knowing the giant blue sea creature you never saw him cry. but yet you coddled him in this moment.

[velvetlilith777]

Cedar Smoke

Sebastian x Reader

Author's Note: Another practice drabble! This one was loosely inspired by a plot post I saw on tik tok that was so cute it stayed in my head rent free. Also wrote this one gender neutral and I think I did pretty okay if that's chill to say.

Synopsis: Neither you or Sebastian sleep well, so you decide to spend the nights hanging out together since there's nothing better to do. It's just a way to kill time, right?

CW: Fluff mostly!!! They aren't in a relationship. Swearing bc it's a Seb fic so of course there is. Mentions and descriptions of anxiety and mental health problems. Oh also cigarettes because - Sebastian <3

Word Count: 2k

Tick. Tick. Tick.

It was enough to drive a person mad. An incessant reminder of every second you weren't resting.

You were tired, of course you were. Operating a successful farm and carrying the needs of a small community on your back wasn't for the weak. Every part of your body and mind ached for rest at the end of every day.

Each night followed the same routine: get home, bond with your dog, eat dinner, shower and head to bed. At the end of it, you always felt like you'd be able to fall asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow. However, when your head would finally lay and you'd begin to drift off, the last second before the sweet release of your dreams was met with what felt like a hammer to your chest. Knocking the wind out of you, you'd shoot upright upon being greeted by your old friend, anxiety. It wasn't the normal kind you dealt with on a daily basis, manageable with medication and some methods Harvey had taken the time to teach you. It was much worse and much heavier in your body. You weren't sure what the root cause was, just that it had been happening every night for months now matter what you changed or how you tried to cope.

You'd been lying there for hours, the clock finally hitting your last nerve. Sighing, you rolled over in search of your phone, finding it shoved under your pillow from when you gave up on a video or a game helping you calm down. The screen illuminated far too bright as you turned it on. Noticing you had a text notification from 20 minutes ago, you already knew who was trying to reach you at such an hour.

Seb: sleeping?

Of course he wasn't either. Though he would never fully share what was on his mind, you knew similar circumstances kept him awake well past most people too.

nope 🙃

Seb: same. wanna chill again?

yeah, you can come over here if you want

Seb: cool, be there soon

Standing up from your bed, you started fumbling around in the dark looking for something to change into instead of your pajama shirt. Settling on a sweatshirt, you threw it on and left your pajama pants for your bottoms before remembering that everything would've been easier if you'd just turned a light on. You really weren't sure how you were able to get about your day anymore with the effects of sleep deprivation in full swing.

The first time the two of you had spent the night in each other's company was accompanied by a symphony of frogs surrounding the lake by his house. The familiar pang of nighttime anxiety pushing you to search for any solution, you'd taken a walk under the stars to try and work through the tightness in your chest when you stumbled upon him smoking in search of similar relief. Since that night when you'd both realized you had similar luck around sleep, spending the dark hours together had become common, happening most nights of the week.

Padding out to your living room, you turned a single lamp on and plopped down on your couch while you waited for Sebastian to arrive. You began to scroll through instagram to pass the time, only making it through a handful of posts before you heard a knock on your door.

"It's open!" A half shout left your throat.

Creaks filled your ears as the programmer swung the door open letting himself in. A smile crept across his lips as a greeting.

"Hey, are you cold?" His nose was covered in a flush of red, reflecting the chill beginning to settle in for the upcoming season.

"Always. We can start a fire?" Your head tilted towards the stone fireplace his mother had carefully installed in your home during your last renovation.

"Thank god, it's fucking freezing out there" he let out a low chuckle while shutting the cabin door.

"I can make us some coffee too? Decaf, though, unless you want to commit to this whole 'awake when we shouldn't be' thing?" You poked, hopping up and striding towards the mug cabinet in your kitchen.

Sebastian glanced up from the fireplace where he'd already achieved a successful kindle over to where you had sat two of your favorite mugs. "Decaf is fine, but only because we should be sleeping. Don't give me that shit during the day."

The two of you locked eyes, the emo giving you a snarky side smile.

"I wouldn't dream of it."

With your mugs full of your shared favorite beverage, you returned to your spot on the sofa and pulled out the giant, chunky blanket Emily had knit for you last Feast of the Winter Star. Sebastian followed not long after, the fireplace crackling with the sounds of warmth.

"What's the vibe for tonight?" Your usual cheery tone coated your words even at this hour.

"Mmhm, we could start The Witcher over again? It's been awhile." Fabric slid across your legs as he tugged the blanket lightly to join you in bundling up.

"I'll never say no long-haired Henry Cavill!"

Taking a swig of his coffee, he snorted a laugh and shook his head at your thirst. You met his gaze with a giggle, reaching for the remote on the table beside him. The familiar dum dum of the Netflix intro sound filled your living room as you flipped on the series you'd rewatched a dozen times now.

Feeling a familiar cramp start up in your thighs from the hours of labor you put into your work each week, you decided you hadn't picked the most comfortable position to rest in having sat cross legged on the couch. Sebastian caught you wincing out of the corner of his eye as you adjusted your legs for any alleviation from how taught your muscles had become.

"You okay?" It came out almost a whisper, so quiet you weren't sure if he meant to ask at all.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah. Just sore from the farm. Sitting like this isn't helping either" a light laugh followed your words as you attempted to deflect from how unpleasant your pain had actually become.

He studied your face for a moment, your eyebrows had begun to furrow at the burn throughout your body while you continued to squirm in search of comfort. How you had overworked yourself to this point of exhaustion and still were wide awake with him he both did and did not understand. You should be passed out by now, but mental health was a bitch that took no prisoners, he knew that well.

"Would it help if you laid down?"

Shaking your head while giving him a tired smile, you returned "no, I can't watch the show from my room and I can't sleep either, remember?"

"No, on me" the emo blurted out so quickly he didn't realize how timid he should've been. "I meant, would it help if you laid on me. Out here."

Your mouth parted in shock briefly before finding the wit to respond. "Oh no, I really wouldn't want to do that to you I'll be f-"

"I don't mind. Promise" his face was straight aside from the worry lines on his forehead, giving away his genuine concern for you as he cut you off.

"Here." He gently helped you stand up before positioning himself horizontally on the cushions, resting his head on the arm. Once he had settled, his hand tapped against his chest beckoning you to him.

"Okay, fine, but this is better for your neck," you sighed a small laugh before tossing a throw pillow at his face. As you moved to crawl on top of him, he adjusted the pillow behind his head and moved to bring the blanket back over the both of you.

Stretching out, it was as if your body began to melt into his. Scent overwhelmed you in the best way. The air smelt of cedar from the fire, while the smell of tobacco smoke lingered on his hoodie. You weren't sure what cologne he wore, but something spicy and warm enveloped your head. Beams of light danced on the walls as the fire flickered around. Moment by moment, the ache in your chest grew lighter.

Geralt and Stregobor had just begun speaking in the illusion of the mage's tower when your eyes started to flutter shut. Sebastian's heartbeat thumping in your ear with the comfort of your favorite show in the other was enough to finish lulling you off with the anxiety now at bay. Once you allowed yourself to surrender to the exhaustion that was now your biggest worry, waking you up wouldn't be possible until morning.

"Want to watch the next one?" Sebastian quizzed as episode one came to a close.

Silence. Not even a twinge of movement left your body. He pushed your hair out of your face while he peered down at you in hopes of getting your attention. Greeted with the most peaceful he'd seen your face in months, the reality of the situation washed over him. You actually fell asleep. The corners of his mouth crept upward, relief brought to his mind that one of you was able to rest after all.

Seb pressed play on the next episode. Checking the time, he decided he'd put you to bed after this one and head home. His thumb mindlessly rubbed circles on your back and in your hair. Tension grew on the tv, but he found himself yawning when he should've been paying the most attention. Shit. He was about to fall asleep too. Realizing he wouldn't be able to make it through the rest of the hour, a wave of guilt hit him - he wanted to stay. Your body felt like the kindest weighted blanket on his own. The smells of amber and vanilla from your shampoo had been filling his nose as he played with your hair. His brain was quiet, and he couldn't remember the last time it was.

No. It would be wrong to overstay his welcome just because both of you had found peace in this moment. You weren't awake and able to ask him to stay and he wouldn't let himself cross any unspoken boundaries you may have had.

His elbows found the bottom cushions. He began to push both of you up in an effort to carry you to bed. As he slowly started moving, so did your head. Your arms wrapped around little tighter around his back. He froze, hearing you grumble something incoherent while your eyebrows furrowed together. Fuck. He wasn't sure how to get out from under you and keep you asleep.

Pulling an arm out from under him, he began to stroke your hair again.

"Hey, I need to get you to bed" he cooed.

You lightly shook your head, your brows still knit together. You muttered a small no along with it, but it was quiet enough to leave room for doubt.

He wasn't sure what to do. If he kept going, you were bound to wake up fully. You weren't actually awake enough to make a sound decision, but the small gestures you did manage made it seem like you wanted him to stay right there and stop moving. It went against everything in his moral code to stay without welcome, and he didn't want to put your friendship at risk. But god, his brain was calm and you were so comforting.

"Fuck it" he whispered to himself. If this was the wrong decision, he would gladly pay the price in the morning. His head met the pillow you'd given him as he wrapped his arms back around you. He swore he saw a smile tug at the corners of your lips in response. Hitting play on the show again, he let the quiet of his mind and the serenity of the moment soothe him away.

For the first time in years, he got a full night's worth of rest in your company.

[toppersbitch]

Okay okay I saw this prompt : Cry all you want… I’m starting to think you’re enjoying this.

Maybe your character somehow liking it when Sebastian used crucio on you?😭 idk

Cry All You Want // Sebastian Sallow x Reader

All underage characters are aged up to 18+!

Summary: Although you HATED having crucio cast on you, the way Sebastian cared for you after made you kind of like it…

Word Count: 600

Warnings: Hogwarts Legacy spoilers, changing of events and dialogue,  kinda sadistic, torture, throw up

Prompt: “Cry all you want… I’m starting to think you’re enjoying this.”

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"I can teach you Crucio or I can cast it on you."

"Wait, you didn’t know how to cast crucio." Sebastian’s words took you aback. Why in Merlin’s beard did he know how to do that?

"Because I'm not sure I do," he retorted, "but Ominous has left us no choice; I don't want us to follow in Gaunt's footsteps; I can cast it if I have to," he gestured at himself, touching his chest.

"I won’t cast it on you; you have to cast it on me," you said, with almost no thoughts running through your mind before agreeing.

"I'm not going to forget this," he said, reaching out his hand to grab your shoulder.

You stood, preparing yourself for Sebastian to cast the spell; you couldn’t imagine the type of pain that was about to hit you. A curse you'd heard so much about, with so much fear attached to it.

"Ready?" You watched as he raised his wand, squeezing your eyes shut.

"I’m ready," you readied yourself, placing your feet apart and bracing yourself.

"Crucio!" Sebastian yelled, and you felt a blast push you back and a rush of aches and pains. It was debilitating; you wanted to run and hide, and you grabbed at your clothes. It burned and stung, and whatever other words you can think of to describe the pain. Your eyelids were bright red; that’s all you saw.

Then it finally stopped, all at once, with the pain still echoing through your body.

"Are you alright?" You heard a voice right beside you and felt a hand grab your arm. You flinched and smacked it away. You began to cry, whimpering, holding yourself in comfort.

"Hey," Sebastian said, wrapping his arms around you and rubbing his hand across your back.

Your body heaved against his as you cried; you could hear Ominous’s footsteps in the back. This definitely freaked him out. You let go of your stomach, wrapping your arms around Sebastian; it was the tightest embrace. You let your breath even out, tears slowed their flow, and your body felt nothing at all—such an odd sensation.

You took a deep breath, shakily letting it out. You moved back, slouching against the wall; your body was exhausted. You felt a churning sensation in your stomach. You closed your eyes and inhaled and exhaled deeply. Sebastian grabbed your hand, providing a sense of support. You grabbed on, turning to the side and allowing dinner to come up. You slouched once more, beginning to giggle in relief, first quietly, then loudly. Tears are still streaming down your face.

"What?" Sebastian questioned you, and you clutched your stomach, feeling the pain from laughing so hard, and you clutched Sebastian's arm, keeping you from rolling to the ground.

"Cry all you want; I'm starting to think you enjoyed it," he said, grabbing your shoulders to keep you steady.

"I did not enjoy that," you said, staring him dead in the eyes. Crucio was a miserable curse, and you hoped to never go through that again. But if Sebastian held you like that every time, it might not be the worst thing in the world to deal with.

"Then why are you laughing?" He was puzzled, his eyebrows furrowing. He wiped your leftover tears away, wiping them on his green robes.

"I just feel amazing now; I feel so light," you said, jumping up with a springy action. You were never going to tell Sebastian that you liked his touch. You just hoped he would do it again, even if that meant Crucio again.

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I hope this take on your request fulfills what you wanted, I can't imagine anyone liking Crucio being cast on them haha <3

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[princess-sallow]

Dancing with my Slytherin boys at the Yule Ball. 🥰🌸💕

I am so in love with it and it makes me happy. Thank you! 🥹✨

Commission by: @giselsan

[hollowwrites]

🤍 Sebastian Masterlist 🤍

✨ Main Masterlist ✨

🔞 Sebastian Headcanon 🔞- Headcanons for everyone’s favourite Trash Man

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Missed Opportunities - Sebastian makes up for not going to a wedding with Victoria

The Captain and Her Keeper - Seb and Imelda cuteness

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(Separate Sebastian stuff that isn’t really canon to my other stuff)

Angsty Seb Request - a little themed request for after Sebastian’s story ends

Possession and Obsession - Request for Seb handling a possessed MC

The Yule Ball - Drabble of practising for the Yule Ball with MC

Game Changer - Drabble for Sebastian telling Imelda about fifth year

What do you propose? - Sebastian proposing fluff

Medusa’s Vipers - Ominis and Sebastian being protective of Evelyn

🤍

Don’t know where else to put this so this is the Relic I made…

Little reference for my Seb

[todoroki-waifu]

Headcanons about how Sebastian, Agni, and Rei would react accidentally overheard their gender neutral crush saying that they would be thrilled to have him as their romantic partner?

Warning: Gender neutral reader. 

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 392

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~Sebastian(Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler)~

Will act unfazed, but you can see a knowing smile on his face as he walks in on your conversation.

Offers you refreshments, but pours you a cup of tea first (he knows you tend to forget to stay hydrated).

You're a bit nervous that he's not saying anything because it's so obvious he heard you.

Asks you what's bothering you as if it was like asking how's the weather.

Sebastian will tell you that he did indeed hear what you said, but only after you bring up the topic. 

He's the type to make you so curious that you'll burst and have to tell him what's on your mind. 

Though it's hard to determine what he's thinking/feeling, he is also thrilled that your feelings are mutual.

Finds that he would need to work harder on getting you to not hide what's on your mind.

~Agni (Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler)~

Agni has to immediately slap a hand over his mouth to keep a loud gasp from slipping out.

Tries to keep himself unseen, but fails.

Apologizes constantly because he doesn't want you to think he's eavesdropping on your conversations. 

Agni tells you that he can forget what you said if it makes you uncomfortable.

His heart is leaping out of his chest when you tell him you don't want him to forget, but want to know his thoughts.

Not sure who gasped louder, you or him?

Definitely awkward about it at first, but relaxes after you reassure him to act like himself.

That's what made you fall for him in the first place.

Is too shy to kiss you on the lips/cheeks, but will hold your hand and kiss it.

~Rei (Buddy Daddies)~

His ears perked up immediately. 

Doesn't try to hide his presence.

Will come out and say "What?!"

Rei won't yell it, but his face says everything.

As you try to explain, he cuts you off and asks why you didn't tell him sooner?

Because the two of could have been playing Morio Kart together a long time ago!

He's never asked you before because he wasn't sure if you'd want to play with him.

But now you both can! (If you want.) 

His brain is rushing with different date ideas...most of them consisting of arcades or laser tag. 

Excited that he can share his likes/hobbies with you and vice versa. 

[scp230kinnie]

pls do music tastes for stardew valley bachelors🙏🙏

- someone you definitely don't know

Before we begin I want everyone to know I did see the requests for other fics/hcs and I’m working on them but it has been a little hard cuz of exams 😭 will have them finished as soon is I can

I love shartstew valley omg 😻😻

I definitely don’t know you or anything 😻💪

May I introduce to you all

STARDEW VALLEY BACHELORS MUSIC TASTE HEADCANONS

Characters: Alex, Elliott, Harvey, Sam, Sebastian, Shane

Warnings: cringe

Alex

Modern music

Not Harry styles or anything I think he would hate him

He probably listens to imagine dragons and rap music

He secretly listens to country music

His favorite songs are believer by imagine dragons and high hopes by panic! At the disco

He probably listens to pierce the veil secretly tbh

Emo music is his guilty pleasure

He listens to Eminem while he works out

He also probably doesn’t listen to music very often

Elliott

So obvious but classical music

Like if it has piano or violin he loves it

He also listens to opera

Like he won’t watch it but he likes hearing the voices

He has his music going when he’s writing or he’ll have it playing quietly while he does stuff in his shack

His guilty pleasure is EDM music

He swears he hates it and insists he’s a man of culture

But he does listen to EDM

Not very often tho

Harvey

I like to think he doesn’t really listen to music that often

But if he were to I think he would like smooth jazz

He has it playing quietly in his little hospital sometimes along with the elevator music that’s probably playing

He also listens to 80s rock music

Not very often tho

Usually just when combing his moustache or reading

Not really music but he also likes to listen to ocean noises

Usually only when he REALLY can’t sleep

Which isn’t very often

Sam

Rock music

Of course

He also probably listens to whatever music his own band makes

His favorite artists/bands are måneskin, Paramore, Ozzy Osbourne, and Metallica

He also listens to ABBA

His all time favorite song is dancing queen

He secretly listens to KPOP

Specifically the girl groups

But he totally fanboys over Felix from SKZ

Same

It’s not really a secret because I can guarantee Sebastian knows

He also tries singing along but he doesn’t know Korean so he just says gibberish and hopes it’s close

He also likes listening to whatever openings are from his favorite shows lol

Sebastian

My one true love

Listens to emo music duh

Jk he likes metal, rock, and nu metal

His favorite bands are being me the horizon, Pierce the veil, motionless in white, evanescence, and asking Alexandria

His favorite Song is dark passenger by motionless in white

He is not open to new music

He’s the typa guy to go “come on turn on something good instead of this trash” when you’re listening to anything that’s not within his music taste

He insists his music taste is better than everyone else’s

He doesn’t say it out loud, but when he sees someone in public wearing merch from one of the bands he likes, he really wants to ask them to name 3 songs

I still love him tbh

Late night K-POP karaoke with Sam

Shane

He listens to SoundCloud rappers

He doesn’t make any but he kinda wants to

His favorite band is Green day

His favorite song is Superman by Eminem

I feel like he would put in headphones on the way to work every morning and listen to music

Aside from that I don’t really feel like he listens to music that often

His guilty pleasure is country music

Claims it’s the worst thing he ever heard but secretly shazams any songs

Probably sits in silence with his own thoughts most of the time

Okay that’s it lmk if y’all want the bachelorettes lololol

I hope you enjoy person i definitely don’t know

[rae-and-mezo]

Can you do when ominis and sebastion reactions when freader speaks Spanish to them like romantic and don't understand?

A/n: I am not hispanic, nor do I speak Spanish! I am doing my best to honor people who do speak Spanish and or are Hispanic. Please, if I mess something up, tell me!!

Characters: Sebastian Sallow, Ominis Gaunt

Sebastian Sallow:

You're curled up with him in your Vivarium after a particularly hot day. Thankfully the enclosure is charmed too always be cool.

While yes, Sebastian CAN be a romantic, he can also be a nuisance. This was one of those days. He heard you complaining about the weather and dropped an ice cube down the back of your robes. You had spent the day looking for your lionfish spines only to find Sebastian had borrowed them and forgot to put them back.

So yeah. You were kinda annoyed with him. But, unfortunately, you love him. He apologized to you with a kiss and asked to have a date in the vivarium. Of course you couldn't say no to those eyes.

"I do hope you didn't get into much trouble over the lion spines." He mumbled into your hair.

"No, Professor Sharp didn't notice. I do owe Imelda a handful of them though."

He laughed at that. You both were quiet a moment before you decided to break the silence. "You're lucky I love you, Amor. A veces, me vuelves loca."

"Uh, what?" He leaned down to your face with a confused expression. "What does that mean?"

"That's for me to know." You teased.

A laugh bubbled from his chest. "You should speak Spanish more often. It's pretty."

"Sólo para ti mi amor."

Ominis Gaunt:

Ominis's favorite place to be is probably the lake. He just likes the sound of the waves and the smell is even slightly comforting. The lake is especially nice when you're there with him.

He's leaning against you with a soft smile as you read aloud from your book. Of course, he's capable of reading it himself but your voice is just so nice :)

He's startled when something runs across his lap and lets out a small yelp. "What was that?"

between your giggles you manage to answer him. "It was just a chipmunk!"

The chipmunk hadn't run away since most of the little guys were used to letting humans pet them in exchange for a scrap of dinner or an extra peanut. So you picked it up and held it to Ominis.

"Look! He's friendly!"

Carefully Ominis reached out. He let the chipmunk sniff his hand first before scratching it lightly on the head. "It's soft." He smiled. "and so...small! I thought they were bigger than this!"

With the way his face lit up at the small animal, you couldn't help but smile at him. So much love coursing through your veins.

"Eres un alma hermosa, querida."

You whispered it so quietly that Ominis almost didn't hear. "Hm? What does that mean?"

"oh, uh." You flushed even though he couldn't see you. "It means you have a beautiful soul...my dear."

His face tinged with pink. "O-oh. Well, thank you. As do you." He gave the Chipmunk one more scratch before you put him down and rewarded him with a piece of an apple. "Where were we?"

[purpleandgreen13]

Day 11 - Furniture

Little bit of Sebastian fluff for your Sunday evening reading pleasure

[serpentsillusion]

Hello HL fandom Friends! I've been away for a while, raised from the dead as I should be. Here is my latest doodle. ✨

|| Under the Stars ||

Ft. Sebastian Sallow x Jess Burke (MC)

I love them so much 😭 ✨

[sebbybooks]

My Sister’s Neighbor

Sebastian Stan Fanfiction

Part 3

I can only assume that everyone on this street was sleeping while Sebastian and I were the only ones awake. From my limiting view behind the window I look around and wondered if anyone else could see him watching me.

I should be terrified. The longer I sat with that feeling it started to feel like I was asking myself if I truly was. In hindsight I was alone with him. No one knew what was happening or was about to transpire in the middle of the night on their quiet little street. Not even my sister who was sound asleep in Sebastian’s home.

I wondered if that same thought crossed his mind as well. I pretended to look over my shoulder as if someone else was there. To give the illusion that I wasn’t actually by myself. He stared back at me undeterred like he knew my bluff, because by now he knew the line between us had already been crossed. Sighing a shaking breath I knew what I needed to do, an yet every logical thought paralyzed me as opposed to offering my mind a sense of sanctuary. Instead, I floated in a puddle of confusion. Almost like I chose this option on purpose. Like I wanted to be hunted. Without hesitation or even a single thought as to why I even did what I did. I slid the curtains away so that I could finally see him in clear view.

Faint orange lights glowed down the street and yet Sebastian still looked like a dark shadow. I stared into the darkness nearly straining my vision trying to get a good look at him. This man was twisted.

There’s simply no denying that anymore, but at this point what does that make me? Overflowing with a different kind of warmth that borders the thin line of arousal. I realized Sebastian was pushing me to insanity at this point if he was making me feel things for him. However, nothing was going to happen I thought to myself. He wasn’t going to step away from his perfect illusion especially since Dakota was so close. I was good, I was fine.

With that knowledge in mind I reacted rather stupidly by thinking between my legs instead of my head. It felt like an outer body experience one that I had no ability to tame. Moving the palm of my hand I brushed across my shoulders to push down the straps of my thin tank top. It slid down stopping at the waistband above my shorts. I let him drink the sight of me in for just a second. It was a strange erotic pleasure I felt knowing he caught a glimpse of me. Lifting up on my toes, I lifted my arm to draw back the curtains. Just as I closed it completely I peeked around it one last time to see if he was still there.

Of course he was gone.

My body froze. I stared at the spot he stood seconds ago. I tried to calm my nerves by telling myself he went back inside his house. Sebastian couldn’t have gone far that quick. I looked out the window for signs that he was back in his home. There were none that I could see, yet I still couldn’t relax. It dawned on me that he did possess a spare key to this house all thanks to my love crushed sister.

THREE DAYS EARLIER

“Why the hell do you have my cat?” The sight of Angus threw me in a tailspin that I couldn’t wrap my head around. Without further delay I quickly bent down and scooped him up before he could get away again. Though, watching as he cozied up to Sebastian I didn’t think the old boy dreamt of ever leaving him.

“I didn’t know that was your cat.” Sebastian says, lifting his brow curiously.

“Were you just not going to return him to his rightful owner?” I accuse.

Sebastian looks back at me with a frustrated glare, swallowing down a groan. “My only crime is that I gave him cat food and water when he wandered to my door.”

“Oh, so it didn’t dawn on you that he belonged to me when you clearly saw me with a cat carrier yesterday?” I say with a calmness to my tone, but it was laced with anger.

“I have to admit I am enjoying how much you think you left an impression on me from the ten seconds I caught a glance at you.” He looks at me like I am the delusional person here. An for a millisecond a cold splash of reality hit me right in the face. What if I was doing it again? Overlapping what was real and what wasn’t. I mean I did tell myself I heard him call my name yesterday. Which honestly could have been my mind playing tricks on me. Now I am accusing him of cat napping Angus. For all I know he actually could have wandered out of the house. I mean it isn’t like I’m his favorite person.

I was pulled from my own thought when Angus’s tailed swatted against my arm. Usually that was his way of urging me to put him down.

“Well…. ok.” I say as I turn to walk away.

“I think the words you are looking for are I’m sorry.” The low cadence in his voice falls across my ears.

“For what exactly?” I scoffed.

He fixates on something behind me before dragging his gaze back to me. I look up at him staring into his eyes dumb founded.

He folded his arms and made a mock expression as if he were thinking about something. “Let’s see, how about you charging over here onto my property ready to raise hell for no damn reason all for a cat you aren’t properly watching.”

Sensible words were lost on me, because I was too stunned by this buzzcut, too tight t-shirt wearing asshole before me. I kept my expression calm and I nodded my head suggesting that he wasn’t wrong.

“You’re right I should say fuck you.” I smile up at him.

“Demetria!” I hear my sister’s voice booming behind from behind me. I turn to see my sister’s face contorted with embarrassment and shock as she speed walks across the street. When she finally reaches where the two of us stands Dakota looks over to Sebastian apologetically and glares at me like a errant child and not an adult. Automatically assuming I am the one in the wrong here. And so what if I am? She’s my sister and she’s suppose to have my back.

“Is everything alright?” My sister asks with a giant fake smile plastered across her face. Sebastian flicks his gaze to me and I bore my eyes into his.

“I have food here for strays.” He exhales.

I let out a laugh. “Of course you do.”

Sebastian’s gaze soften and the corner of his eyes crinkle. Shaking his head slowing, the corner of his mouth upturn into a small smile as he turns away on his heels. Walking further into his garage I stand behind watching in curiosity. Within seconds Sebastian returns carrying two clear totes before dropping it to the ground. My eye’s immediately roam over to what’s in them. I roll my eyes to the point it hurts. I glance up at Sebastian and he’s looking at me like he wants to say I told you so.

Sure enough there was variations of food for cats and dogs, alongside rolled up blankets, disposable food bowls, and a handful of nylon collars.

“If he was still here when I got back I was going to check to see if he was chipped or not.” Sebastian says.

Dakota clutches her heart with both of her hands. “That is so sweet of you.” Her voice no louder than a whisper.

“It nothing. I run a nonprofit animal rescue sanctuary. I keep some stuff with here with me just in case I come across any strays in the area. This little guy was most likely attracted to the scent.”

“Who knew I lived across the street from Clark Kent.” Dakota cooed, it took everything in me to not crinkle my nose in disgust.

I stare back at her blankly unsure of what the hell was actual happening.

Bending down to access him, Dakota timidly rubs his paw between her fingers.

I look up at Sebastian. He was already watching me. Attempting to bite back a smirk, he turns himself away from me to face Dakota. “ I was just telling his owner Demi I’d never turn away from a pet in need.” The way he said my name sent moths instead of butterflies to my stomach.

“Really? Cause that’s not what I heard.” Dakota directing that towards me.

“I am going to walk away now.” I leave the two of them feeling weird. It wasn’t the weirdness you feel when you know you’re being left out or like you’ve been walking around with a stain on your pants that no one told you about. It was the feeling like something was wrong kind of weird. Not even barely out of earshot I could hear Dakota say to him. “I guess it’s still fresh for her, I mean its almost been a year since she lied about being stalked.”

[serpentsillusion]

He's such a cute little jelly bean. 💚🫘

Sallow's True Colors

Alternative Uniforms ft. Sebastian Sallow's Closet showcase

[princess-sallow]

I love my Slytherin boys very much. 🥰💖

I also ship them together so I absolutely love how this turned out. It’s perfect. Thank you again for your beautiful work @giselsan 🥹

[brunchable]

Don't Look at Me Like That [18+]

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader. Summary: You get stuck in an awkward position in a very tight space and Bucky's dick decides it's a good time to get hard. Themes/Warning: Comedy Smut, forced proximity. Oral sex - Male Receiving. Guided Deep throating. A/N: Hah......to have your throat ruined by bucky ;_;

@classicrebound can you guess what inspired this? LOL

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Bucky groaned as the door of the janitor’s closet clicked shut, trapping the two of you inside.

The Avengers’ compound was massive—thousands of square feet of pristine, state-of-the-art design, but you and Bucky had somehow found yourselves stuck in the one claustrophobic, cramped janitor’s closet with a broken door handle.

“Move your stupid foot,” you muttered, glaring up at him.

“I can’t move anywhere, doll. There’s no room,” he snapped back, looking like he was trying very hard not to elbow you in the face as he shifted.

He wasn’t lying. There was barely enough space for one person, let alone two. Your shoulders were pressed against shelves full of cleaning supplies, and your knees were almost touching the floor, awkwardly bent as you knelt in front of Bucky.

“Why didn’t you wait until I finished grabbing the damn broom?” he complained, glowering down at you.

“Because I needed it!” You rolled your eyes, exasperated. “You were taking forever, and— Look, I’m sorry, okay? Just… help me up.”

Bucky tried shifting again, but with the tight space and the way your body was jammed into the corner, it was impossible. “You’re wedged in there like a sardine. I’m gonna have to—”

“Just move!” you snapped, tugging at his belt for leverage.

The sudden force made him stumble forward. You yelped as his hips knocked into you, and you lost your balance, falling forward—right into the worst possible position imaginable.

“Whoa—! What the hell?” Bucky’s voice came out in a strangled yelp as you braced yourself on his thighs, your face now directly level with his crotch. You looked up at him, scowling.

“I swear, Barnes, if you don’t—”

But the words died on your lips when you met his gaze. His chest heaved with the effort of keeping his balance, and his hands hovered uncertainty in the air as if he didn’t know what to do with them. The tension in his face slowly turned into something else as he looked down at you.

You blinked up at him, your annoyance fading as his expression shifted. His blue eyes locked onto yours, and you could feel the air change between you—growing thicker, heavier.

“Bucky…?” you asked, voice softening as you looked up at him, noticing his breathing had gone ragged.

He swallowed hard, the muscles in his throat working visibly. 

“Doll,” he managed to croak out, his voice strained.

“What?” You frowned, looking at him in confusion.

“I—” He glanced down at you, his gaze darting to your lips before flicking back to your eyes. His nostrils flared, and he shifted awkwardly. “You… gotta stop looking at me like that.”

You furrowed your brow. “Like what?”

“Like—” He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut for a second before looking down at you again, his cheeks flushed. “Like you’re about to… you know.”

Your eyes widened, and it took a second for his words to register. 

“Wait… What?! I’m not—!” You pulled back slightly, trying to put distance between you, but it only made things worse.

Because that’s when you noticed it. The growing, unmistakable bulge in his jeans, right in front of your face.

“Oh my God, Bucky,” you gasped, your voice a mix of shock and disbelief. “Are you— Are you getting hard right now?!”

His face flushed crimson. “I— No! I mean— I don’t know! You’re the one kneeling in front of me like— like—”

“Like what, Barnes?” you demanded, eyes narrowing. “Like I’m about to— Oh my God!” 

You threw your hands up in frustration, accidentally brushing against his thighs in the process. His breath hitched, and you pulled your hands back like you’d been burned. 

“Stop it!”

“I’m trying!” he hissed back, his voice dropping to a desperate whisper. “You’re making it worse, dammit!”

“What do you mean I’m making it worse?” you snapped, staring up at him in disbelief. “You’re the one getting turned on in a janitor’s closet!”

“I’m not doing it on purpose!” he growled, his hands flexing at his sides. “You keep looking up at me like that, and I— I don’t know, okay? It just— happens!”

“Stop saying it happens!” you squeaked, your face heating up as you looked at the bulge right in front of you. “Just— make it go away!”

“I can’t!” Bucky barked, his eyes wild with frustration. “I’m not a damn magician!”

“Then just think of something!” you snapped, voice rising. “Think of— of— I don’t know, dead puppies or—”

“That’s not helping!” he yelled, his voice cracking in a way that would have been hilarious if it weren’t for the very real problem growing in front of you.

“Then stop thinking about me!” you shouted back, your voice a panicked whisper.

“You think I’m doing this on purpose?” His eyes narrowed, his gaze dark and dangerous. “I can’t stop it, okay? It’s a reflex!”

“Reflex?!” You threw your hands up in exasperation. “What kind of reflex?”

“The kind that happens when someone’s looking up at you like they’re about to—” He cut himself off with a groan, rubbing a hand over his face. “God, this is the worst.”

“I’m not looking at you like that!” you protested, shaking your head furiously. “I’m looking at you like you’re a goddamn idiot!”

“Well, your face is saying something else!” he shot back.

“What’s it saying?” you demanded.

“Like you’re about to— I don’t know—” He faltered, his eyes darting down to your lips and then back up. “Like you want to—”

“Oh my God, stop it!” You covered your face with your hands, utterly mortified. “Just— Stop getting turned on, okay?!”

“I’m not trying to!” he groaned, dropping his head back against the wall. “Christ, do you think I want to be stuck in a closet with a hard-on right now?”

“Then do something about it!” you yelled, glaring up at him.

“I can’t just tell it to go away!” he yelled back.

“Then tell yourself to go away!” you shouted.

“Where the hell am I gonna go, Y/N?!” he yelled back, throwing his hands up. “We’re stuck in a goddamn closet!”

The two of you fell silent, glaring at each other. Bucky was breathing hard, his chest heaving with every breath, and you were trying very hard not to look at the problem that was still very much in your line of sight.

“This is insane,” you finally muttered, shaking your head. “Just— take deep breaths or something. Think. . .Think of Steve in a Speedo!”

Bucky made a face. “Why would I think of Steve in a Speedo?”

“Because it’ll kill the mood!” you shot back. “Just do it!”

Bucky sighed heavily but nodded. He closed his eyes, muttering to himself as he took slow, deep breaths. “Steve… in a Speedo… Steve… in a Speedo…”

You waited, watching his face closely. After a few long moments, his shoulders relaxed slightly, and his breathing steadied. He opened one eye and glanced down at you.

“Better?” you asked cautiously.

“Yeah.” He let out a long, relieved breath. “Better.”

“Good.” You nodded. “Great. So, can we get out of here now?”

“I’ll try the door again,” he muttered, reaching for the handle. But when he moved, he shifted just slightly forward—and the bulge that was supposed to be gone brushed against your shoulder.

You froze.

Bucky’s eyes flew open.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” you shrieked. “Bucky, stop it!”

“I can’t!” he shouted, his voice echoing through the tiny closet.

“Why can’t you just—”

“I don’t know! You’re the one who’s all— all down there, and—”

“Stop saying I’m down here like I’m doing something else!” you screamed back, face burning. “Just— I don’t know— stop thinking about my face!”

“I’m trying!” he yelled back. “But you keep looking up at me like—”

“Like what?!” you demanded. “Like I want to blow you or something?!”

“Yes!” he shouted, then slapped a hand over his mouth, his eyes widening in horror.

The closet fell silent.

You stared up at him, mouth hanging open in shock. “Bucky… did you just—”

“I didn’t mean—!” he spluttered, turning even redder. “I mean— I just— Oh God—”

“Oh my God, this is— This is the worst,” you whispered, covering your face with your hands again. “This is literally the worst.”

“Yeah,” Bucky agreed, sounding utterly miserable. “It really is.”

The two of you sat there in stunned silence, the reality of the situation sinking in. Bucky was still very much hard, you were still very much kneeling, and neither of you could move an inch.

“…So, how long do you think it’s gonna take for this to… y’know… go away?” you asked hesitantly, still crouched awkwardly on your knees. You shifted a little, trying to get comfortable, but every slight movement made your face closer to the obvious problem in Bucky’s jeans.

“I don’t know, okay?” Bucky muttered, his voice dripping with frustration. “Just… don’t look at it.”

“Look at what?” you asked innocently.

“My… my—DICK.” He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut for a second as if to gather his composure. “Just… stop looking at my dick!”

You blinked up at him, eyes wide with feigned confusion. “I’m not looking at anything.”

“Yes, you are!” Bucky hissed, gesturing at his crotch. “You’re staring right at it, doll. I can feel your eyes on me.”

You glanced at the bulge again and then back up to his flushed face. 

“Oh, this?” you asked, pointing at it like it was a random spot on his jeans. “Sorry. Didn’t realise I was staring.”

“Y/N…” he warned, his voice low and dangerous.

“What?” You shrugged, doing your best to keep a straight face. “It’s kind of hard to not notice, y’know?”

“Just—” Bucky exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose with his metal fingers. “Just stop. Stop looking at the dick. Stop talking about it. Just… stop it.”

“Fine, fine.” You nodded and turned your head away, doing your best to ignore his predicament. But after a few seconds of awkward silence, your eyes involuntarily drifted back.

And there it was—still very much… present.

“Y/N!” Bucky growled, his voice strained. “Stop looking at it!”

“I’m sorry!” you blurted out, throwing your hands up in a helpless gesture. “It’s just— it’s right there, and it’s not going away!”

“Well, you’re not helping by staring!” he snapped, his voice a mix of irritation and something else—something that sounded suspiciously like desperation.

“Okay, well, maybe…” You hesitated, biting your lip as you considered your options. This was already the most awkward situation you’d ever been in, but if it wasn’t going away…

“Maybe what?” Bucky demanded, narrowing his eyes at you suspiciously. “Don’t even—”

“Maybe I should just…” You waved your hand in a vague motion, indicating the space in front of you. “Y’know… help or something?”

Bucky’s entire body went rigid. 

“Help?” he repeated slowly, his voice barely a whisper.

You nodded, feeling a wicked smile tug at the corners of your lips. “Yeah… I mean, it’s not going away, right? So maybe if I just—”

“And what?!” Bucky interrupted, looking both horrified and intrigued. “What are you saying, Y/N?”

“And maybe if I…” You pressed your tongue against the inside of your cheek suggestively, your eyes dropping down to the bulge again. You heard Bucky’s breath hitch, and you had to suppress a grin as his gaze darkened.

“Don’t,” he warned, his voice a low growl. “Don’t you dare.”

You tilted your head, looking up at him through your lashes. “What? I’m just trying to help. You said you couldn’t get rid of it, so…”

“So what?!” Bucky’s voice was almost hysterical now, and he shifted on his feet still not knowing what to do with his hands. “You think— You think you can just—”

“I mean…” You leaned in slightly, your cheek brushing against his thigh as you moved closer, your lips dangerously close to the outline of his jeans. “If it’ll get us out of here faster…”

“Y/N, don’t.” Bucky’s voice was strained, his hands coming up to hover uncertainty in the air as if he wanted to push you away but couldn’t quite bring himself to do it. “I’m serious. This isn’t—”

“Isn’t what?” You raised an eyebrow, pressing your tongue against your cheek again in that infuriatingly suggestive way. “What do you want me to do, Bucky?”

“Not that!” he blurted out, his voice cracking slightly. “Just— Jesus, Y/N—”

“What?” You tilted your head, batting your lashes up at him. “It’s not going away on its own. And you said it’s my fault, right?”

Bucky groaned, his head dropping back against the wall with a soft thunk. “You’re gonna drive me insane, you know that?”

You bit back a laugh. 

“So, should I…?” You trailed off, your eyes flicking pointedly to his crotch again.

“No,” he growled, his jaw clenching.

“Just trying to be helpful,” you murmured, smirking up at him.

“Helpful, my ass,” he muttered, but his gaze dropped to your lips, and his expression softened for just a split second.

You tilted your head slightly, your lips curving into a mischievous smile. “You sure you don’t want my help, Sergeant?”

His breath hitched again, and for a second, you thought he might actually say yes. But then he shook his head violently, squeezing his eyes shut.

“No,” he muttered, his voice rough. “No, I— We’re not doing this. Not here.”

You sighed dramatically, sitting back on your heels. “Fine. Suit yourself.”

Bucky let out a long, shaky breath, his shoulders relaxing slightly. “Thank you.”

“But you know…” You leaned in again, your breath ghosting over the front of his jeans as you looked up at him with a wicked grin. “If you change your mind—”

“Y/N!” he groaned, his voice breaking. “I swear to God, I’ll—”

“You’ll what?” You grinned, thoroughly enjoying his torment. “Push me away?”

“I—” He faltered, his gaze darting down to your lips and then back up to your eyes. “I—”

“Didn’t think so,” you murmured, pressing your tongue against your cheek one last time. He let out a tortured groan, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.

“You’re evil,” Bucky muttered, his voice low and rough.

“And you’re still hard,” you teased, eyes drifting down to the very obvious bulge in his jeans.

“Yeah, well, whose fault is that?” he shot back, his voice strained, his gaze boring down at you.

You shrugged, feigning innocence. “Guess you’ll just have to suffer, then.”

Bucky let out a long, tortured breath, his head falling back against the wall. His shoulders heaved as he struggled to keep himself under control. It was endearing, really—seeing the big, bad Winter Soldier at a loss for words, his composure unravelling inch by inch.

“I— I mean it, Y/N.” His voice was a mix of a plea and a warning now, and you felt a rush of satisfaction ripple through you. “Don’t… don’t mess with me like this.”

“Mess with you?” you murmured softly, leaning closer, the space between you narrowing. “Who said I was messing with you?”

He stilled, his jaw clenching as you brushed your cheek against the front of his jeans. You heard him suck in a breath, and when you tilted your head up to look at him, you saw the raw, unfiltered desire in his eyes.

“Doll…” He swallowed hard, his voice coming out rough and gravelly. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” you asked, lips curving into a slow, wicked smile. “Like I’m about to do this?”

Before he could fake his protest, you reached up, your fingers lightly tracing the outline of his length firmly through his jeans. Bucky let out a low groan, his hips jerking at the contact.

“Shit,” he hissed, his head falling back against the wall.

You hummed softly, applying more grip to the fabric. He was so thick and hard beneath the denim, and the heat of him seared through the fabric. You ran your thumb along his length, pressing against the tip slightly, and Bucky let out a ragged moan, his hips twitching again.

“Want more, Sergeant?” you murmured, looking up at him through your lashes. “Want me to touch you properly?”

“Jesus—Fuck, yes,” he groaned, his voice breathless, “Just do it.”

With your deft fingers you unbuckled his belt, unzipping his jeans, pulling down freeing him from the constraint of his clothing. He sprang free, thick and hard, the tip flushed and glistening. You wrapped your hand around him, though your hand couldn’t fully envelope him.

“God, you’re big,” you murmured softly, giving a slow stroke from base to tip. Bucky shuddered, a low, needy moan escaping his lips.

“Doll, I—” His voice was rough and breathless, his hands hovering at his sides, watching you. “Just like that. Nice and slow. I want to feel every inch of your hand.”

“Yeah? Does it feel good?” you murmured, gripping him with your other hand. You ran your thumb over the sensitive head, smearing the precum that had gathered there, and Bucky let out a ragged groan, his hips bucking involuntarily.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he growled, his hand sliding down to your chin, tilting your head up further. “Look up at me, doll. Want to see those eyes on me while you make me feel so fucking good.”

You stared up at him, your gaze locking onto his as your hands continued to pump his hardened length, your hand slick with precum as you moved faster, firmer. Bucky let out a choked moan, his hips thrusting into your grip as he lost himself in the sensation. 

“Like that, Sergeant?” you asked softly, twisting your wrist at the end of each stroke. “You can’t even fit in my hands.”

“God, yes—” he muttered, “Your hand feels so fucking good. But you know what I really want?”

You raised an eyebrow, your lips parting slightly as you looked up at him. “What’s that, Sergeant?”

“I wanna feel that mouth on me,” He murmured, his thumb brushing over your lower lip before gently pressing it into your mouth, your eyes locked with his as you slowly wrapped your lips around his thumb, sucking it seductively, “I want to come into your mouth and you swallow every drop of me.”

“Mhm, yes please.” You moaned softly, your breath hitching as his words sent a rush of heat straight to your core, making you undeniably wet under your skirt.

“Yeah?” he murmured, his voice dropping even lower. “You like that, huh? Like the idea of me using that pretty mouth? You gonna let me fuck that throat until it hurts, doll?”

“Hmm…” You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of him before pulling back, your gaze never leaving his. “Yes can you fuck my mouth good, Sergeant?”

“Holy shit—” 

You leaned forward again, your lips brushing against his tip as you gave him a slow, teasing lick. Bucky’s hips jerked involuntarily again, as he was not expecting this, accidentally forcing his cock further into your mouth. You just smiled around him and worked on the head of his cock, the tip of your tongue tracing the grooves of the head of his penis. You slurped your way to the tip and suckled on the head for a minute, keeping him in your mouth as you nursed on it. You worked your way down to his balls, and took one and then the other in your mouth, and started the whole thing again. 

You weren't even sucking him and he felt like he was about to scream.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he groaned, his voice strained. “Just like that…”

You took your time with him, lavishing attention on his tip with soft licks and teasing strokes of your tongue. Every time you flicked your tongue over that sensitive spot just beneath the head, Bucky let out a low, desperate sound, his body trembling with the effort of holding himself back.

“Y/N,” he groaned, his voice rough with need. “More… need more…”

You wrapped your lips around his tip, sucking gently as your hand continued to stroke his length. Bucky let out a choked moan, his fingers twitching in the air as if he was fighting the urge to grab you.

“God, you’re so fucking good at this,” he muttered, his head falling back against the wall. “. . . you’re gonna make me lose it—”

You glanced up at him, your eyes locking onto his as you slowly took him deeper into your mouth, your lips stretching around him. Your jaw widened and you pressed forward, letting him slide along your tongue. When Bucky hits the top of your throat, you paused.

His fingers itched to take the back of your head and shove his way inside, but he let you do this. You knew what he wanted, and he needed to see how far you would go to give it to him. You widen your thighs, changing the angle, and relax your throat muscles enough for him to slip in. 

“That’s it,” Bucky crooned. “I will let you breathe in a moment. Eyes on me, baby.”

Your wide, almost panicked gaze met his and he saw the fear and determination. It made his dick pulse, and he gave a short thrust of his hips to tunnel deeper. You worked together for a few seconds until he was fully inside, exactly where he wanted to stay. 

“Relax,” Bucky instructed. “Don’t pull off.” 

Tears gathered and spilled over your lashes, the most beautiful sight Bucky’s ever seen. His cock filled your mouth and throat, your lips pressed to his pelvic bone.

“Swallow, Y/N.” 

Your throat muscles worked, squeezing him, and he gasped. “Oh fuck,” He moaned, pulling back so you could take in air. 

After a few seconds, he lifted a brow in question, asking silently if you were ready, and you nodded once. This time Bucky didn’t wait, unable to keep from grasping your head and ramming his cock in your throat. When he was as deep as he could go, he held there, loving the way you looked on your knees, suffering to make him feel good. 

Bucky could feel the orgasm building, his balls growing tight and heavy, the need to empty his seed in your mouth. You saw it in his face, swallowing twice, then again, trying to force his come from his body, and the idea of it was so hot that he began roughly fucking your mouth. 

Every third or fourth stroke went in your throat, and he was like a man possessed. It was so much better than he imagines, your sweet tongue rubbing the underside while your lips pulled to give him suction. Like you couldn’t wait to drink him down.

You let him set the pace, your eyes locked onto him as his movements become more erratic and desperate. His cock was sliding in and out of your mouth like an oiled piston, and the suction noises you created were squelching into the room. You held yourself steady, hands holding onto Bucky’s ass, while his hips moved faster, his grip tightening as he chased his release. His mouth hang open while ragged gasps escape past his lips and his moans filled the tiny closet, raw and needy and desperate.

“I am going to shoot all over your mouth,” Bucky panted.

You moaned in your throat as if you liked the idea, and the sound vibrated along his shaft. The thin threads of his self-control snapped and his balls sizzled with the impending orgasm. Pulling out of your mouth, Bucky fisted his cock as he aimed his spurting cock into your waiting mouth, thick jets erupted in pulses, his come pooling at the back of your mouth, coating your lips and chin. You sat patiently, taking it, letting him paint you with his release, and Bucky snarled in satisfaction, wishing he could drown you more in his come. When he finished it dripped off your chin and onto the floor.

“Fuck,” Bucky said, slumping against the wall. “I wish I could keep you like this. Just like this, baby. At my feet, covered in my come.” 

Swallowing, you grinned, you licked your lips, tasting the thick mess. “Yum.”

Wiping the corner of your mouth with your thumb as you sit back on your heels. "Glad I could help, Sergeant," you murmured, your voice soft and teasing as you licked your lips, making sure to savour every last drop.

[hollowwrites]

Where has my Cardi-gone?

(Otherwise titled clothing related waffle I thought was cute)

Not a unique idea at all but who doesn’t love a trope am I right? How our precious bois react to MC in their clothes

Am I going to ruin something from one of my fics doing this? Possibly. Do I need to force myself to write something because I feel dooky? Yes.

Garreth, Ominis, Sebastian

~

Garreth

It’s pretty obviously when Maeve is wearing something of his. It’s either offensively Red (a huge contrast to the comforting Mustard of her usual Hufflepuff attire) or it’s a knitted jumper with ‘G’ on the chest. He has thousands, he doesn’t miss the few that he gave her. But most notably, she wears his Quidditch Jersey, that he gave her after he couldn’t be bothered to join the team again in sixth year. His brews we’re more important now and it just took up space in his trunk. The edges were frayed and moth bitten but it didn’t stop Maeve panicking when she added to its distressed look. He smiles dreamily when she looks up at him, worry evident on her face.

“Garr, I’m so sorry!” She says scrubbing furiously at the sleeve now covered in a failed experiment. “I can get you another one”

“Don’t worry….” He sighs contently picking up the corner of the jersey and rubbing a thumb over one of the permanent stains “…It’s like a tapestry of our time together…” he mutters without thinking

“What do you mean?” Her brows still knit together in concern.

“Look…” he tugs softly at the garment, pulling it out for them both to look at. “…Heres where we ate chocolate frogs watching the fireworks. Here’s the hole from when you cut those Dittany Stems and dropped the knife. I nearly died that day…just a casual reminder…” he chuckled “…oh and here’s the grass stain from when we-“

“Garreth!” She scolded going red in the face. He laughed and pinched her cheek

“Point is…It’s ours now. It’s nice knowing you think of me…just a little each day”

~

Ominis

It’s pretty difficult for Ominis to know if Evelyn is wearing anything of his. He doesn’t wear flashy or outrageous clothing so feeling the texture of the clothing is out of the question. And they’re both in Slytherin so no one else knows if it’s his scarf or hers. His jumper, or hers.

He does however, recognise when she wears a certain gift.

When his fingers interlock with hers, at first, he’s irritated by the feel of cool metal against him. He holds her hand up almost offended at the change to the norm.

“What is this?” His brows furrowed in annoyance, twisting the ring between his index finger and thumb

“It’s the ring you bought me. What else would it be?” She laughs and releases his hand, opting to link with his arm instead.

“Oh…you’re wearing it…” a smug smile threatens to tug at his lips.

“Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I? I’ll wear it on my other hand from now on if it-“

“No no…” he takes her hand in his again, twisting the ring around her finger over and over. A small smile creeping up on his face. “…I’ll get used to it.”

He makes a mental note to buy her a ring with a huge, obviously noticeable stone in the centre…when he gains the courage to propose.

~

Sebastian

Sebastian has little to no patience. Whenever he’s waiting for Victoria to get ready or if they’re just hanging around in her room, he rifles through her things looking desperately for anything about her .

He wants to know…everything.

His eyes drift over to her unkempt bed where a long shirt sleeve can be seen sticking out from under the pillow. He pulls on the sleeve noticing the ink stain on the cuff.

“Hey Vic?” He calls to her holding the shirt between his hands a look of confusion across his face. This is his. He hadn’t seen this shirt in months…he thought he’d lost it. Why was it here?

“Hmm?” She replies finally walking back into the dorms, ready for their day out.

“Why do you have my shirt under your pillow?” He asked still staring down at it in confusion.

“You gave it me last term remember? We got wet walking back from Hogsmeade. And well…you never asked for it back and it smells like you so…” she shrugged and continues to pack her bag for the day. “…I sleep in it now…” she says everything absentmindedly, like it means nothing.

But Sebastian was reeling

She went to bed…every night…thinking of him.

He grinned and looped his arm around her waist, resting his head between her shoulders blades as she continues to prep for the day

“And why do you have my shirt?” He asks again, this time giddily

“I just said we got wet and-“

“No…you have my shirt because you’re mine”

Masterlist

Sorry for always writing about my MCs but my brain doesn’t do anything but what’s stuck in it. Stubborn brain no smart enough.