#sebastian is gripping his pearls

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the kirkwall crew on their way to ask meredith the stupidest fucking question they possibly can before giving her more grey hairs and gaining 9 additional felony charges

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Self Defense: Terry Silver x Reader

Tagging: @volumesofforgottenlore@kmc1989@somethingdarkside17@noonee333

A Loaded Gun - Terry begins to struggle after John Kreese turns up on your doorstep.

Letting Go - It takes you leaving for Terry to realise he needs to make a change.

Stranglehold - Terry begs an unlikely duo for help.

Three Men & A Baby - You discover you're pregnant at an unforunate time.

Terry isn’t home the night that John Kreese tries to kill you. He’s trapped in an LAPD police station with his driver and his lawyer, trying to explain why they found a couple of baggies of coke in his car.

Terry, he hasn’t touched the stuff since the eighties and his driver is as sober as a judge.

“What about your wife?” He’s asked as he sits in an interrogation room, his hands clasped together. “She uses the car too.”

He fixs the officer that’s interviewing him with a hard look.

“My wife has never used coke, she wouldn’t put it anywhere near her body, especially in her current condition.”

He spends hours with his lawyer trying to straighten the whole thing out. When he finally gets home it’s to blue and red flashing lights and his house being cordoned off with crime scene tape. It’s in that moment that he realises that his incarceration tonight, it was entirely by design.

It’s when you’re led out of the house covered in blood, that his heart just dies in this chest. It’s smeared across your face, matted in your hair, the pearl, silk pyjama short set you’re wearing is soaked in it.

There’s fingertip marks already blemishing your delicate throat. Your arms are wrapped protectively around your stomach. It’s the expression on your face that terrifies him, there’s no life in your eyes, no spark, there’s nothing.

He thinks about the sonogram stuck to the fridge, the one of his son at twelve weeks. You were four months along at this point, a small baby bump beginning to show. He wonders if Kreese has taken that from the two of you, if he’s stolen away your baby.

“Georgia.” He says as he ducks under the tape and hurtles towards you. A cop puts his hand on his arm trying to stop him but Terry shakes him off. There is nothing in this world that will prevent him from being with his wife right now.

He rides with you to the hospital in the back of the ambulance, his hand clasping yours and he listens to the litany of injuries. You squeeze his fingers tightly as they reel them off. Concussion, damaged larynx, bruised ribs, laceration to your right hand.

“What about the baby?” You ask, your voice barely more than a rasp.

“I’m sorry Ma’am, they should be able to tell you at the hospital.” The paramedic says apologetically.

It’s a few hours later after you’ve given your statement to the police that you tell Terry what happened, about how you killed John Kreese in self defence. The two of you are in a private room, the lights turned down low. Terry’s sitting on the hospital bed with you, your entire body curled up against him as his fingertips comb soothingly through your hair. You feel so small in his arms, so fragile.

“I woke up with his hands around my throat.” You tell him, your voice devoid of emotion. “He was surprised when I broke free, that I fought back. Danny and Johnny, they taught me what to do if…”

You trail off, your grip on his shirt tightening just a little. Terry has never felt as grateful as he does in this moment for those two men.

“I broke a glass in the scuffle, we ended up on the floor. He got his hands back on my throat, slammed my head against the hardwood. I was starting to blackout when my hand found the glass and I just… I stabbed him in the neck and I kept stabbing him until he stopped, I just wanted him to stop.”

Your voice breaks then and Terry can’t stand it. He gathers you up even closer, his lips brushing over your hairline. Your hand comes to rest on the small baby bump, smoothing over the space where your son resides.

“I kept thinking about Sebastian, how he wouldn’t get to meet you.”  

Terry’s hand covers yours and he thinks of the tiny life nestled inside of you, the one that survived despite all odds.

He’s a fighter, his son, just like his mother, like his father.

“You’re going to stay here with me tonight?” You ask him as his fingertips caress your stomach. “With us?”

“Yes my love.” He whispers as he tips your chin up to meet his gaze. “I’m never leaving you alone again.”

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To drown your sadness in a sea song. — Epilogue

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Mermaid!Reader Parts: one - two - three - four - five - epilogue Status: completed

EPILOGUE — THE MERMAID | Words: 2.4k

It’s still raining when he wakes up.

In fact, it’s storming outside. The persistent patter of rain against the windowpanes is accompanied by a wind that sends tree branches thrashing against the glass. It’s this natural commotion that first stirs him from sleep, but it’s the chill of the empty space beside him that jolts him fully awake. 

He knows before his mind fully processes it. 

She’s not there with him.

The voice of reason tells him not to panic. She could simply be elsewhere in the house; in the bathroom or downstairs, going through his stuff and wondering what’s the use of each and every other thing she finds.

But fuck the voice of reason. It’s easier to just panic. So he jumps out of the bed, puts on his boxers, and leaves the bedroom.

He’s unable to call out her name, for he doesn’t know it. He doesn’t even know if she’s got one.  

He makes his way downstairs, his body growing colder with each step, his heart rate increasing, his breathing getting ragged by the second.

Everything in the house is where it should be. She hasn’t touched anything, but she’s nowhere, and she should be here. She should be in his bed. 

Returning upstairs, a sharp pang grips his chest as he notices something he overlooked before—the necklace resting upon the pillow. 

In that moment, the weight of his heartbreak settles in, the heavy realization of her departure crushing his spirit. 

He knew it would happen —that his heart would break—, but he hadn’t expected it to happen so soon. He’d had hopes that they would have time to get to know each other better, to learn about each other’s worlds, to get familiar with each other’s perks and quirks, to inspire and be inspired. He’d wanted to show her so many things, take her to so many places, introduce her to the wonders of his world and traverse new horizons together, create music and learn the arts of lovemaking with one another.

When he cradles the necklace in his palm, the pearl within catches light, and a sudden burning sensation starts to grow on his left thigh.

He clenches his teeth against the pain. Refusing to release the necklace —the only thing he’s got left of her—, he hurriedly pulls down his sweatpants and inspects the source of pain.  

He doesn’t expect what he finds.  

Above the rose on his knee there’s a new tattoo adorning his skin. Waves. Each crest and trough are meticulously inked, capturing the essence of the sea’s fierce beauty. Emerging from a tumult of swirling waves, there’s a mermaid, her hair cascading in intricate detail and weaving a path from the crest of his thigh down towards the inside. The tattoo seems to pulse with life, as if the mermaid herself were poised to slip from the confines of his skin.  

It’s breathtaking.

It’s… his mermaid. 

But the meaning of it scares him, that’s why he loves it and hates it at the same time. 

Determined to defy whatever implications that new piece of ink on his skin might mean, he wraps himself tightly against the biting cold and leaves the house. 

The sun is still struggling to ascend in the horizon, and everything is still shrouded in a veil of dampness. His jacket becomes sodden with the drizzle, and his hair whips about in the wind as he wrestles to open the car door. 

The thought of her returning to the sea fills him with a sense of dread too profound to articulate. He cannot bear to think about her walking along the coast on the empty road at that dark time. 

In his heart, there’s a flicker of hope. Maybe she left not long ago and he can still intercept her journey, wrap her in the warmth of his embrace, and whisk her away to safety. They would sit in the car with the heating on, they would talk, and find a solution. They would exhaust every avenue of thought, even if it meant traveling to the furthest library and devouring book after book until a quick fix revealed itself. It sounds stupid but he doesn’t care. Logic holds no sway in his condition. He’s never felt like this. He needs her. 

The mere thought of waking up tomorrow without her presence beside him is inconceivable. 

But as he searches the coastal road leading to the secluded beach, she’s nowhere to be found. 

By the time he reaches the beach, what meets his gaze is the solitary sight of his abandoned sweatpants lying on the shore, and it’s that view that makes him realize what he’s been eluding for the past twenty-four hours. 

She’s gone. 

He runs into the water, heedless of the icy chill seeping into his bones or the ruin of his clothes. His desperation propels him deeper, driving him to seek her. He’s determined to find her, to reclaim the light she brought into his life, no matter how deep he must travel, no matter the cost.

Suddenly, the new tattoo on his thigh ignites with a fiery intensity, emitting bioluminescent rays that pierce the darkness of the ocean depths, where half of his body is submerged. It’s a surreal sight, but in his anguish, he can’t appreciate it.  

With a guttural cry, Noah screams to the heavens, to the sunrise, and to the depths below as he submerges himself, swimming further and further from the safety of the shore. The darkness of the bottom of the ocean threatens to consume him, but he presses on, driven by an insatiable need to find her. 

It’s so dark that he thinks he will never recover from this. Whatever good was supposed to come out from this twenty four hours with her has all gone away. He needs her light, her smiles, her feathered touches. Her voice. 

He’s been holding his tears for weeks. 

Today, he cries.  

He understands how brutal the ocean is when his tears hit the waves and just disappear, merging with the water as if they meant nothing at all.

He lingers in the water far longer than he can track, his skin wrinkling and his bones trembling from cold and with exhaustion. 

Eventually, he swims back, leaving behind his hope, willing it to sink to the ocean’s depth hoping it finds her.  

He would have given her the world because she gave him inspiration and strength.

On the shore, he stands, his back turned to the relentless ocean. Beneath his soaked clothes, the tattoo on his thigh continues to glimmer. The necklace, now a memento of his time with the mermaid, rests safely hanging from his neck and against his chest. 

He wipes the tears from his face in a futile attempt, for it’s still raining. It’s the rain who seems to keep him anchored to the ocean’s edge, refusing to release its hold. 

Suddenly, an agonizing pain fiercer than the one before seizes his thigh one more time, and he cries out, doubling over in agony and clutching his leg with both hands. His scream rends the air, a sound that echoes across the stillness of the deserted beach. 

It takes him a few moments to realize that suddenly, in the wake of his scream, the rain has subdued, and the waves are not crashing violently anymore against the rocks. 

Suddenly, the ocean is still at his back.

With a flicker of hope, he turns to find his mermaid, her ethereal form rising from the tranquil waters. Her shoulders break the surface, her long hair clinging to her skin in a hauntingly beautiful illustration.

He doesn’t think twice. 

Noah plunges back into the water. 

He swims fast towards her. 

She puts her head back in the water and swims towards him with the same urgency, her tail slicing through the water with graceful fervor, her hands pushing her body towards him with a sense of longing.

He doesn’t wait for her to reemerge.  

He dips his head in the water to meet her halfway. His hands find her face, and he pulls her to him and kisses her. 

When they break the surface, he moves the hair away from her face to get a good look. She’s okay, she’s fine, she’s smiling at him. 

The weight of their situation still presses heavy on his heart. He cannot smile. He wraps her in his arms and cries silently with his face buried in the crook of her neck. She smells of the sea, of salt. Her scales are glistening in the early sunlight, restored to their former brilliance.

She’s alive.

She clings to him fiercely, as if she doesn’t want to let go. 

She never wanted to let go. 

But at least this way they can still have each other, even if it’s for a moment under the glimmers of moonlight or under the peeking eyes of the sun coming up from behind the mountains. 

She never intended to become another sad chapter in his story. Her deepest desire had been to cure him from that sadness and guide him back to the light. She needs to know if she has succeeded in her quest, if she has managed to erase the darkness that threatened to consume him. 

She wants to ask him, but words fail her. Her voice is gone. So instead, she lets her eyes and her touch convey how desperately she needs to know that he will be fine. 

They stare at each other, his hands enveloping her waist, his fingertips brushing the transition from skin to scales with fascination.

Her thumbs brush away the tears that cling to his lashes. 

He understands the plea in her orbs. He swallows and he summons the strength within him, fortifying his heart not just for himself but for her.  

He nods, but she doesn’t let go until she sees him smiling genuinely, for her own well-being is inextricably intertwined with his, and she cannot find peace until she knows he has found it too. 

She never intended for him to get so attached to her, to love her this much. 

But here they are, and she needs him to understand that it’s okay to let her go. A part of her will always be with him, on his skin, on the piece of ocean hanging from his neck, on his heart… but they belong to different worlds, and nothing can change that.         

She will dream of taking him to the depths, to her home, revealing to him the myriad of wonders hidden within the ocean’s abyss. She will dream of kissing him, sharing tender underwater kisses and twirling in endless pirouettes beneath the waves.  

She will dream of him in his living room, engrossed in his musical compositions and creations. She will dream of him standing in his kitchen, brewing morning coffee, his smile illuminating the room like a moonrise as he sees her coming down the stairs clad in his clothes. She will dream of the way he loved her on his bed and how he held her in the afterglow.  

This morning, she will have him like this, partially submerged in the water, with his legs kicking at her tail, his wet hair brushing her cheeks, his lips ghosting over her mouth, his breath warm against the cold of the morning.

Because she refuses to settle for a mere existence without him. She desires him wholly, even if only for this fleeting moment. 

He whispers words of love against her lips, their breath mingling in the crisp morning air.

As the sun hastens its ascent, he gently guides her head back, tilting her face upwards so that he can kiss her through the sunrise.  

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A month later

She’s not where she’s supposed to be. 

It’s nearly midnight and she’s not in the spot where she always awaits his arrival.  

Each night, without fail, she waits for him, lying expectantly on the shore next to a rock where she could hide if necessary. 

It has become a ritual—meeting beneath the stars, sharing kisses that bridge the divide between their worlds. 

The first kiss always follows the same steps:

First, she watches him with bated breath as he removes his shoes. Then, he walks to the shore, smiling. Her heart flutters. When he bends down, her heartbeat speeds up. He grabs her chin and pulls her face up so that their lips can meet. 

His kisses, she knows with absolute certainty that she could never bear without them. 

Tonight, however, she is not there, and a surge of panic tightens Noah’s chest.  

Where is his mermaid? 

He’s about to get in the water when a familiar voice calls out his name, pulling him back from the edge of the sea. 

He turns to find her emerging from behind a massive rock, her appearance causing his heart to skip a beat. 

She stumbles a little, her hand reaching out to steady herself against the rough surface of the rock. 

She’s wearing his now damp and torn and not so-white-anymore t-shirt.  The fabric clings to her curves, revealing tantalizing glimpses of her form, and her skin seems to glow with an inner light. 

She looks beautiful under the moonlight, and she is… human. 

She takes hesitant steps toward him, extending an arm so that he can hold her. 

He fights the urge to laugh at the sheer happiness coursing through him at this moment. He’s aware this is just another temporary offering from the ocean, but he’s more than willing to accept it, to embrace her in any way he can.  

“How long do we have?” He asks, holding her steady against him, her chest pressed against his. 

She kisses him, her lips soft and alluring against his own.

“Enough,” she whispers, her voice is a call that ignites a fire within him. 

He’s already ensnared that night, and he knows that for the next twenty-four hours, he’ll be consumed by the desire to hear her sing for him and moan his name. 

It will never be enough, he thinks.

But nothing, not even time, will keep him from taking her home, from letting her voice inspire him, see her walking around in his worn t-shirt, let her explore each corner of his mundane house, and answer every funny question she asks.

And then, when night comes, nothing will keep him from laying his mermaid on his bed and loving her until he’s drowning in her. 

Author's note: I can't believe I managed to put out a fic in a week, regardless of its length! Writing this short story has been so delightful. Thank you all so much for reading and sharing your thoughts on this, and I'm sorry if it's been too angsty 🐳

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I’m curious to how Sebastian and Ominins would react to an Mc that had a father that works in the Ministry of Magic as a prime figurehead; not prime minister but important enough to know and be wary of the name. Everyone thinks of him as imposing and intimidating, but he is stoically shy and fretful of his only daughter all alone at a big school.

She’s supposed to be a spin of Draco Malfoy’s iconic line, “My father will hear about this” to “Please don’t let my father hear about this.” With how much trouble Mc gets into at Hogwarts, the last thing she wants for is him to get angry or most likely have a heart attack.

I can do a little something based on this yeah :)

MC: This is super risky of me to do you know, if my Dad found out the shenanigans I get up to with you both he'd be so angry, he'd probably hate you both too for "being a bad influence on me *giggles*

Sebastian: Pfft, Well, good job I wouldn't be scared of your Daddy isn't it *chuckles*

Ominis: What's your father's name? I want to know who I'd be addressing if ever such a situation happened where I'd be face to face with your father *smug chuckle*

MC: Arthur Aurelius.

Sebastian and Ominis: (?!)

MC: ....What?

Sebastian: THEE Arthur Aurelius?!

Ominis: Good lord, and I thought I had connections *grips imaginary pearl*

MC: Dont get all intimidated now for god sake!

Sebastian: Are you serious!? Your father is BIG news in the ministry! Why did you never tell us?!

MC: Because I knew you'd act like THIS. He's visiting the school tomorrow by the way, so I need you both to act normal. I'm a good girl, ok?

Sebastian: Pfffft. Lies. *smirks*

Ominis: We all know you're far from that MC *chuckles*

MC: Shut up *rolls her eye's*

(The next day)

Arthur: MC! My darling! *smiles*

MC: Hello father *all prim and proper*

Arthur: Have you been doing well?

MC: Of course, lots of work to do, always got my nose in a book, you know me *smiles* Father these are my two close friends,  Sebastian Sallow and Ominis Gaunt.

Arthur: *eyes them suspiciously as a protective father*

Sebastian: *Being overly confident* Mr.Aurelius, pleasure to meet you, Your daughter is quite the gal *smiles*

Arthur: Is she now? *narrows eyes*

Sebastian: *clears throat awkwardly* of course s-sir, a very polite and respectful young lady..Its an honour to be friends with her *side eye's to MC*

Arthur: Hmm..*turns to Ominis* And you, Ominis was it?

Ominis: *visibly nervous sweating, a small squeak leaving his mouth*

MC: ANYWAY! Father, I must run off, I have a class in 5 minutes and need to go and grab some books *smiles*

Arthur: *smiles at her* Very well sweetheart, we shall catch up later on, meet me in Hogsmeade at 6 *smiles and walks away all tall, dark and mysterious, eyeing Sebastian and Ominis as he does so*

....

Sebastian: *turns to MC* Jesus...He was definitely on to me..Its like he was staring into my soul..

MC: It wasn't that bad! Don't be dramatic.

Ominis: *shaking slightly* My heart was in my throat..That was unnerving..

MC: *sighs* he just cares so much about me, im his only daughter. He's not a monster.

~

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2k, sebcedes, explicit content

They both claimed they had too much to drink. That was fine, and possibly true. Nico had been handing out shots all night. At one point, he’d licked the salt off the back of Sebastian’s hand like it was a perfectly normal thing to do, glint in his eyes far too bright and knowing.

It didn’t matter. Sebastian liked driving.

“Go slow,” Nico slurred, or fake-slurred. “I like seeing you drive.”

“Who wouldn’t,” Lewis said.

Maybe they knew him a little too well. Sebastian sat up straighter, held the wheel tighter, the praise a sickening coil in his belly. He hovered just under the speed limit while they made out in the backseat.

Easy enough for Sebastian to keep one eye on the road. Lewis hated driving outside of a track, and Nico picked every other Toyota or Ford to hate, but Sebastian enjoyed the easiness of traffic. It was no big task waiting at a red light. Listening to All Shook Up by Elvis on the classic rock station. Watching Lewis and Nico swap air like they couldn’t get enough, while Nico slipped a hand unashamedly down Lewis’ waistband. On a scale of one to ten, this probably ranked pretty mid for a regular cabbie. No one was vomiting. No one was crying. No one was holding a gun to his head.

Yet.

Sebastian alighted them at the guest lobby, fairly deserted at this hour. He waved the valet over, then gave him a twenty to look the other way while Sebastian unfolded two semi-drunk Formula 1 drivers from the back.

Nico was giggling at something Lewis was saying. His usually flawless hair was decidedly flawed, all mussed up from someone running their hands through it. He flopped out of the car, lips dangerously close to Lewis’ very obvious erection. Sebastian straightened him up and eased him on his feet. Nico looked at Sebastian like he could see right through him.

“Aren’t you coming up?”

“I’m one hotel down,” Sebastian said. Nico rolled his eyes while Lewis’ jaw tightened. They all knew that.

“You can’t be this thick, Sebastian.”

“Maybe he’s not interested,” Lewis said, tone neutral.

“Oh,” Nico said, raking his eyes up and down Sebastian, “he’s interested.”

“I’m—” Not? Not not interested? He was looking down the barrel, pointed to his head at last. An unloaded gun wasn’t supposed to carry this much weight. Sebastian could say no, turn around, drive away, and what could they do to him that hasn’t already been done? They’ve just about taken every race in the season.  

“It’s a two-for-one deal,” Nico said, very salesman like, as if he sensed Sebastian just needed an extra push.

Nico’s hip was cocked to meet Lewis’ groin. They were joined together at all their sharpest, angriest angles. Sebastian could see them as a priceless painting, something people stared at and could never get enough of. All those lines and shapes and colours. There was so much to look at.

“We’ll treat you right,” Lewis said softly. Sebastian had to lean in to hear, a fish on a hook. “Wouldn’t you like that?”

Sebastian called for the valet, who scrambled over, expectant. There was something equally expectant in both Nico’s and Lewis’ gazes too. The idling Ferrari sat, almost pretty in its uselessness. Where was its siren call when Sebastian needed it most? He handed the valet another twenty, and then the keys.

--

Nico’s grip under his knees was unrelenting. He was holding Sebastian open like two oyster halves, pearl on display in the middle. The hard line of Nico’s dick pressed like a hot poker against his back. He squirmed, and Nico let one hand go to smack him on the back of his thigh. His body had lost all finesse without Nico holding him up, and Sebastian’s free leg shot out, catching Lewis on the hip.

“Sorry,” he said.

“Spoiling for a fight,” Nico said. Lewis didn’t even look up from the kick. He was staring at a spot somewhere far below Sebastian’s eyeline. Sebastian’s ears burned. His hole fluttered in anticipation. He watched as Lewis swallowed. “You’re just Lewis’ type.”

“I am right here,” Lewis said mildly, like he was used to this. How many people had they invited in this way? Sebastian forced the question back down his throat. You didn’t ask things you didn’t want the answers to.

“You won’t believe,” Nico went on, “how long he’s wanted this. How many times we’ve fought and fucked over this.”

Sebastian knew what to look for—the clenching of Lewis’ jaw, and there it was. He was starting to feel akin to a stuffed teddy bear being torn in half between two children. By tomorrow, he’d be nothing but shredded fabric.

Control had been a pretense ever since he agreed to drive, but Sebastian wouldn’t be Sebastian without trying. “You’re telling me you don’t like this?” Sebastian twisted his torso around to look up at Nico. Through his eyelashes, the way that seemed to irk Nico every time he saw Sebastian do it. “Me, naked in your arms, you don’t like it?”

“I like you—” Nico said slowly, and the pause in between those words and the next was long enough for a stupid little thrill to creep into Sebastian’s chest “—restrained.”

His hand was back on the underside of Sebastian’s knee, and he peeled Sebastian apart with even more vigour than before. Sebastian’s hips were going be in a world of hurt tomorrow. He had no leverage, no give. Nico was a lot stronger than he appeared.

Lewis circled Sebastian’s hole with a lubed-up finger, almost apologetically. He dipped his middle finger in just partway, before pulling out and petting Sebastian’s rim again. In and out, just taking his time. Played with Sebastian until his hole was almost intolerably sensitive. Sebastian was making small, gasping noises. His cock was starting to drool. He couldn’t see Nico’s face, held in place as he were, but he pictured it pleased, before mentally rearranging it to smug.

“For someone so fast,” Sebastian said to Lewis, “you’re being awfully slow.”

It was enough to drag Lewis’ attention up. He looked exasperated, a familiar expression, and unbearably fond, a not-so-familiar expression. Sebastian wondered which one was for who, and decided he liked that it was ambiguous enough that he had to guess. “Seb,” Lewis said. He wrapped his large hand around Sebastian’s cock, didn’t move it, just lay it there. Sebastian moaned like it was torture. “Relax.”

“I can’t,” Sebastian admitted, wriggling helplessly in Nico’s arms. He bore down on Lewis’ finger, and was mildly satisfied at the wounded sound Lewis made. “You’re driving me crazy.”

“Come here, then,” Nico said, in a manner Sebastian could only describe as bossy. He let out a hysterical giggle against Nico’s lips. Competitive, even here. He thought he might have understood. It wasn’t enough that they won everything this year. It was never going to be enough. That’s what made them the best. Sebastian was right likening them to a painting. A picture of ultimate appeal. How could anyone ever say no to that?

Nico offered him his most unimpressed look, before shoving his tongue into Sebastian’s mouth. Sebastian focussed on the slick slide of their tongues, and he loosened up under their touches. Lewis had two fingers in his hole now, searching, probing.

“Fucking Christ,” Nico said. His lip was going to be beautifully swollen tomorrow. Lewis had thrust his fingers up against Sebastian’s prostate, and Sebastian had bit down on the closest thing available.

Lewis looked delighted. Sebastian grinned. Lewis grinned back. Nico sank his teeth into the meat of Sebastian’s shoulder in retaliation. This was all starting to become very funny. Sebastian liked to think he did better in the funny. The same way he did better in the wet. In the right conditions, even collisions could be fun.

“If the two of you are going to fight over me,” Sebastian said, craning his neck to look at them both, “then fight over me, damn. Schoolboys could do this better.”

Lewis pushed against his prostate, and Nico’s teeth clamped around his nipple. Sensation jolted through him from all directions. His synapses were rewiring, his skin was hot. Oh. Sebastian might have bitten off more than he could chew.

Fuck it. They were somewhere far ahead, and Sebastian needed to catch up.  

Nico’s hands were no longer holding Sebastian’s knees up. He was rolling Sebastian’s left nipple in between his fingers, and sucking Sebastian’s brain out through his right. Sebastian sagged back against Nico’s solid chest. Lewis’ fingers were stuffing him so full he could barely breathe. His cock lay neglected on his stomach, while Lewis rolled his balls leisurely in his palm. In stringing Sebastian along the edge, they were united.

“Please,” he gasped, limbs trembling. He was so hard it hurt. “Lewis. Nico. Lew—ah, Nico. Please.”

The world went stark when Lewis pushed in, and Nico’s hand found his cock. Sebastian’s mind went to a different place. A second time, a third. Nico fucking him while he fucked Lewis. Lewis riding Nico while Sebastian watched. Sebastian sucking Nico’s cock while Lewis fucked him so hard he saw stars. It all played out before him, as predictable as the season went.

The ending? Predictable as well. There wasn’t a way this went that would end with all of them being happy.

He was wailing, calling out for impossible things, calling out for them both. Nico’s fingers were mean on the head of his cock, pinching and rubbing at his slit. Lewis was splitting him open.

Two-for-one. Two against one. Sebastian didn’t really stand a chance.

He came with a garbled shout. Was it their names? He wasn’t sure. Nico was kissing his cheeks, now wet with tears. Lewis fucked into him gently. He twitched and shuddered in their arms. Someone was petting his hair, someone was stroking his hip. Sebastian floated, suspended in air. Perfect stillness. He could make out the landing zone, but it could wait.

--

Everyone was at the weekend party. When the winner was already decided, it lent itself to greater relaxation. Why stress when you already knew the result? Even Kimi couldn’t stay away.

Oh, fuck. Even Kimi.

Sebastian was going to have to get used to Nico licking his hand like a stray dog. Nico’s tongue felt rough against his skin—or was it his skin that felt rough against Nico’s tongue? The lights were blurring everything. It was the fifth shot Nico had downed. He was going to actually be drunk this time. Lewis was off sulking somewhere. Toto had yelled at them both. Tonight was going to be rough. Anticipation curled in Sebastian like a spark in an engine.

Kimi didn’t say much. He never needed to.

“It’s not—” Sebastian couldn’t finish his sentence. Not when he didn’t know what it was himself.

Kimi grunted.

He wasn’t being taken advantage of if he allowed it. He wasn't being used if he used back. And it wasn’t wrong if he wanted it.

“It’s just some fun,” he said weakly.

“Is it,” Kimi said. He pried the shot Nico had shoved into Sebastian’s hand away. Stared at it for a second with distaste, before downing it himself.

Sebastian barked out a laugh. “You’re a good friend, iceman.”

“Good friends tell their friends off when they’re being stupid,” Kimi said. He clicked his teeth together, before shrugging. “Don’t drink if you’re driving.”

It was the best advice he could give, being that it was the only advice Sebastian would listen to. Maybe they’d just been that obvious. Maybe the three of them would circle endlessly on a mobius strip until their tires ran into the ground. In every one of the scenarios, a crash.

Half-past midnight found Sebastian waiting by the car. The air was crisp enough to wake him up. Nico stumbled out first, shirt askew. Lewis showed up, not five minutes later, like he couldn’t even wait long enough to fake a believable story.

“You driving?” Lewis said.

It wasn’t a question that needed answering. Sebastian held up the keys.

[sharpwitfic]

Aesop Sharp x Reader (Not Platonic, Not Filth, Not OK to Open at the Office)

Part 6/? - Minors DNI - It's not filth, but DNI regardless. Go play with Sebastian or something.

A/N: Oh, fuuuuck I posted this on main for a hot sec. Have mercy and just avada me before the embarrassment does.

“If I stay?” His lips parted as he searched for the only words he could allow himself to speak. “You are far too bright to be short-sighted in this regard,” he said softly from his seat on the unmade sofa where you often slept, his hand resting on the small of your back. “It has been some time since I have courted someone. Should you choose to surrender your innocence to a man old enough to -”

“My innocence? Sir,” you protested. “I believe my innocence was gone the moment the thestral appeared in front of my carriage. If not, then it had certainly faded by the time I took down a poaching ring. You needn’t handle me with such care,” you insisted, wrapping your arms around his neck as you stood in his embrace.

Aesop rested his forehead on your shoulder and heaved a sigh. “You know that is not what I meant.” You did and found his concern for you charming. “You deserve to be romanced.”

“I have not had a need for pearls or roses since brewing Amortentia in your lesson. Proper courtship is a complex and rather extortionate dance to earn a lady’s heart. You already have mine. After all that I have been through, I only want a place to feel safe. I have that with you. Please, do not play reluctant for my sake,” you assured him, idly stroking the back of his neck as you spoke. “Unless you’re reluctant, yourself?”

He lifted his head from the warmth of your shoulder and offered a soft squeeze as he held you closer. “You should know my injuries were substantial. My legs are badly scarred, and my hips may not move like they once did,” he confessed. His eyes closed slowly as you ran your fingers through his hair. “I wish to savor the look of admiration and desire in your eyes before they express your unspoken regret. I ask that you sleep on your desires.”

You pressed your lips to his scarred brow, “Believe me, I was trying to.”

Tightening his grip on your hips, he guided you to the lap of his uninjured leg. His hand rested on your cheek as he gazed into your eyes; the mischief in them caused him to scoff. “Look at you, running full speed into another vexatious situation. If I didn’t know you to be the most amongst the most considerate and brilliant of my - peers. I might start to think you enjoy getting into trouble.”

“Trouble has always found a way of finding me. I’ve had enough hexing and vexing for a lifetime. That is precisely why I prefer my business and personal affairs to be conducted with a steady mind, comfortable, familiar -” you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and grinned, “and sturdy.”

In an instant, you were swept from his lap, shoulders pinned to the quilt as his lips crashed upon yours. Excuses and fears he had confronted since the first time you’d appeared in his dreams were cast off as quickly as his jacket and waistcoat as they fell to the floor.

His kiss was long and slow as he teased and tested your comfort with his calloused hands. Each touch elicited sighs of pleasure and begging from your lips against his neck. He knew what he wanted from your body and took his pleasure without restraint. As his urges were quickly satisfied, his focus turned entirely to your desires, taking the time to savor your shameless pleas before spinning them to cries of pleasure.

Aesop, as a lover, was everything you adored about him as your teacher. Meticulous, deliberate, and self-assured, but he never lacked the capacity to offer a delicate touch when required. By the time the first glimpse of the morning sun peeked through your curtains, ushering in a new era, you lay breathless and entangled.

As the sun began to rise over the Hogsmeade, you surrendered to your exhaustion. The prospect of life beyond studenthood had seemed daunting when you first penned your letter to him. But now, with a trusted friend, mentor, partner, and lover at your side, you felt a new warmth in the light of dawn.

[funtombunny]

True Form

“Is that an order?”

The earl nodded with a sense of false bravado. He began to question his resolve as he felt the room drop in temperature, eliciting goosebumps along his sensitive flesh. The knot in his stomach grew as he assimilated into the surroundings. The once familiar bedchamber was now devoid of all luminescence. His senses heightened as he scrambled in vain to determine where his demon was. The young man felt his blood grow cold as honed talons dug into his face, red pearls departing along their wake.

“Nothing in this life is ever free my foolish little lord.” The dark figure straddled the boy beneath him. “Every god demands his sacrifice. The blood has already spilled upon the altar.” He arches down to lap at the ruby droplets overflowing onto his master’s trembling form. The demon lets out a moan as he senses the earl’s galvanized heartbeat in response to the alabaster canines descending against his exposed neck. “Do my teeth frighten you my lord? Look in the mirror, for you have them too.” His voice became more formidable as he paused against the young man’s collar. “You cannot claim to be enamored by my bite yet recoil as I bare my teeth.” The demon bit down, eliciting a pained yelp from his master. “Sebah- ah!” His cock twitched beneath the fabric of his waistcoat in response to the man writhing beneath him. He resumed his task with a renewed vigor. 

“Do you recall the way its metallic rotting stench consumed the air?” 

“Sebastian wait” The earl tries to move away once more yet is pinned down by the man above him. The demon continues, garnering a soft moan from the earl with each rut against the young man’s pelvis. “The smell of its filth made even your eyes water. Oh how it permeates... How it lingers on your skin. Its scent has already overtaken your senses. Overtaken you. It makes you want to gag. Throw up. You’d do anything to rid the smell of decay that’s entered your body. The filth. But it's something you can’t ever wash out my lord.” 

The boy lets out a choked sob as his member twitches in response to the stimulation occurring above him. The demon pauses, his eyes full of a perverse sense of devotion. He softens his grip against the boy as he leans in, his breath hot against the earl’s ear. 

“But you can’t help but admit there’s something romantic in it all. The tears in your eyes” The figure pauses to take in the shivering form contorted beside him. 

“The gleaming rubies pooling at your feet. It looks so enticing….my lord. It makes you almost want to dip your fingers in. To savor the taste on your tongue. 

The demon leans in to press his lips against the boy’s mouth, one that was breathing harder in a mix of fear and arousal.

“Put the cherry wine to your lips and swallow it all. Don’t you feel as if you can almost take back what’s spilling out of you? What was once yours is now on display for all of God's choir. No matter how loud your cries are, the singing will only drown it out. The blood has already stained the floor, my lord.” 

The earl reaches up and wraps his arms around the demon’s neck with a wretched sense of insistence. It was miserable. It was blasphemous. It was desperate. It was as if he was the one attempting to pin the demon down, seizing him with a sense of urgency as if he were to be abandoned by him at any moment. 

“Sebastian, for fucks sake. Hold on - ah!”

The little earl was abruptly cut off as two digits were driven into his backside.

“Oh God, Sebastian. Fuck”

“For whom do you call out to? Neither god nor man will help you my lord.”

He quickened his pace, the earl’s jaw began to grow slack as the demon added a third digit. 

“You know better by now than to call out to anyone other than me.” The demon retorted with a cruel curl of his fingers, earning himself another choked out moan.  “My lord must be aware he’s a dead man walking.” The demon leaned in to occupy his tongue within the warm cavern presenting itself.

The earl gazed at him beneath fluttering lashes. 

“Must a man be in his grave to be considered dead?”

The demon slowed his pace, appearing to ponder for a moment, “Have you not been clinging to your grave with a pitiful sense of desperation this whole time, my lord?”

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Thinking about Chris and Sebastian and pearl necklaces 👀

Like, just imagine--

Chris pulling out of Sebastian's greedy mouth all of the sudden. No explanation. Leaving Seb chasing him. Aching to keep going. C'mon c'mon pleeease! He loves this. On his knees, Chris standing over him, shoving his cock into his mouth. Crowding him. Making him take it. Filling his mouth.

Seb feels so little and so used in the most debauched way 🥴

But, Chris has his hand in Seb's messy hair, holding and pulling his head back to make his neck arch gorgeously. So, Seb can't chase Chris' cock that far. And as Chris grabs at him, pulling his head back, he gets an eyeful of Seb's face.

Sebastian’s face is a picture. His lips are swollen and red and shiny and his jaw is wide open. Slack. A hoarse moan careens out of Sebastian's used mouth as he struggles to open his eyes--the weight of his arousal and the clouds of subspace too great. He gets there after a few seconds of fighting though, hazily staring up at Chris with big, eager eyes. He can't even put together two brain cells to attempt to talk, all he can do is stare desperately. Sebastian's been crying too. So, tears have been running down his flushed cheeks, but his eyes are still watery as they stare up at Chris. Begging. He's begging for Chris' cock to be back in his mouth and stuffed down his throat rather than out, in front of his hungry mouth.

That cock...

God. 🥴🥴

His cock is shiny and slick with Seb's spit, held tight and jerked fast and rough in one of Chris' big hands. The tip of it is drooling pre-cum, making him that much wetter. Thick and red and wet. His balls look swollen and heavy. He must be so close.

And Sebastian knows he's so, so close when Chris starts making those hungry, deep, involuntary sounds from deep in his chest that he always makes when he's about to burst.

Helpless, struggling uncoordinatedly against the grip on his hair, Seb makes another fucked-out, desperate sound.

Pleading.

Seb's pretty sure he's drooling. He wants that cock back in his mouth. He wants that cock badly.

So fucking badly.

And Chris' dick is all he can look at even though he knows his head is at the perfect angle to look up much easier at Chris' face, on the cusp of orgasm. Eyebrows pulled tight together; mouth slowly, slowly dropping open with more and more sounds; a blush deepening on his cheeks; a bead of sweat rolling down from his hairline. Seb knows that fucking incredible orgasm face well but he can't tear his eyes away from what he wants most.

He wants his mouth full.

"'Pluh-please, please, pleeease," he whimpers desperately, his voice rough from having Chris' dick where he wants it all the fucking time. Deep in his mouth. His throat.

Chris--still absolutely towering over Sebastian where he's on his knees, melting even more--groans and swears and his cock jerks as he pulls a little harder on Seb's hair, exposing the line of his neck even more. His head arched back almost painfully. Presenting his bare, vulnerable throat to Chris' heavy, dark eyes. Staring him down hungrily.

Suddenly, with a growled sound, Chris' cock twitches violently and paints Seb's pretty neck with his release in immense waves. It's so hot and thick and so much.

Sebastian gasps.

He feels fucking light-headed.

Oh.

Oh.

This might be better than having Chris cum in his mouth. It might be better than having his face painted. It might be better because the instant Chris has recovered from his high he's using his other hand, the one that was just on his cock, he grabs his chin tight and keeps his other hand weaved in his thick hair. Holding his head immobile for a moment. Staring at him. Breathing hard. Heavy. Then.

Then, he rasps, "keep your chin up," he swallows, removing the hand from his chin slowly, "mmm-hmm, that's it, keep lookin' right at me, pretty boy," and-

Oh, jesus.

Chris collars his throat with his newly freed hand. Tight.

Seb inhales harshly, throbbing between his legs.

Chris smears his cum up the line of his throat with his thumb. Drawing a line.

Sebastian swallows a truly desperate sound.

"You look so fucking hot," Chris keeps drawing his thumb up and up and up until he can push it between Seb's gaped, buzzing lips.

There's not really any of his cum left on his thumb but Seb laps at it like there is something to clean off. All that's left is a salty taste and it has his mouth watering. Seb suppresses a shiver and a moan, sucking harder on his digit. God. He could cry having his mouth filled like this. He wants to grind himself against Chris' shin and have his own orgasm with something between his lips. Please.

[riddikulus-writings]

Distracted

Chapter 13

Nyx is angry. Rick is angry. The Thinker is dumb.

Ding!

And fuck he wished he was sleeping now. The green tinted nightmare they’d just walked into was worse than anything he could’ve imagined. His heart started hammering against his ribs, slow and hard like someone was squeezing the blood straight from it, “Good God.”

The Thinker fucking grinned over his shoulder towards Rick. Cleo. Fuckin’ Nyx– “If God existed, wouldn’t this be proof that he wasn’t good at all?”

Cage upon cage upon cage of… people, crying out in pain. Clawing at their cage doors, shoving their hands and arms out, “What the hell is this?”

Every single face was covered with a fat, pink, one-eyed fucking starfish, “I thought you were looking for Project Starfish.”

One from the left – a woman, or what’s left of her, called out in a deep, twisted voice that didn’t match her frail looking body, “You’ve brought us visitors, have you, Grieves?”

Something snagged at Rick’s boot and he instinctively kicked out– more people, below the grates they walked over, “Have you come to save me from that madman?”

“Thirty years he’s kept me here.”

“Tortured me.” another chimed in.

“Had his way with me.”

Something blurred past Rick’s shoulder and into Grieves, knocking Grieves to the floor. As fast as Rick moved, Nyx still got two good hits to The Thinker’s face before Rick grabbed the collar of her jacket and hauled her off The Thinker, “Eris!”

She was thrashing against his hold, the noises coming from her damn near animalistic, “You motherfucker! Fucking bastard motherfucking asshole I’ll fucking skin you alive you motherfucking fucker I’ll rip your fuckin’ throat ou–”

He clasped one of his hands over her mouth, his mouth directly next to her ear, “Lieutenant, you need to calm the fuck down. Self control. Find some.”

She tore his hand off her face, “Those are children!” her voice shook, the screech slicing through the tense air.

The fact being announced, out in the open, sent a sharp pang through Rick’s chest. He’d hoped he was hallucinating, seeing shit because it was so dark down here–

The Thinker stood, finishing rubbing at his jaw as he moved closer to the large, circular window at the end of the corridor, “I call it Starro the Conqueror. That’s meant to be derisive. Sorry, old chum. These two are here to kill you. It’s out of my hands.” he appeared to be apologetic, shrugging at what seemed like nothing on the other side of the window.

“We need to help these people,” Cleo whimpered out, clutching Sebastian closer to her chest. Covering his eyes, Rick noticed.

“Impossible, dear,” Grieves interrupted, turning back to them, “They’re corpses beneath those stars.”

Nyx stiffened up. Rick felt a rumble come from her chest. His hold on her tightened, “Who are they?” He asked. Did he even want to know?

“The fodder of powerful men through every age. Dissidents, journalists, political rivals, and their loved ones.” The Thinker stepped out of the small lab to the side – the lab containing people, Rick noticed, once his vision cleared from the red he was seeing. One man was missing half his body. Others pulled open. All of them still wriggling like worms on hooks, every one of them with a fucking star covering their face. He noted with a gag, one who’s starfish was pulled up; a star-shaped chunk missing from his face.

His grip on Nyx loosened a little.

She was vibrating. Shaking with barely contained rage. Or fear. Probably rage. 

He learned decently quick that she had a temper.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to let her go bat-shit for once.

“Oh, please, unclutch your fucking pearls, Flag. We serve the same master,” Grieves snapped, rushing back towards them.

“We were sent here to stop you.” Cleo announced with vindication.

Grieves turned his attention on Cleo, a hungry look in his eyes that made Rick’s already churning stomach burn, “Child, your government didn’t send you here to protect the world from alien technology. Your government sent you here to cover up their part in it.”

Rick released Nyx completely to close in on Grieves, pointing at him, “You’re a Goddamn liar.”

Grieves stiffened, baring his teeth at Rick, “American Goddamn astronauts found Starro. Yankee-fucking-doodle dandies. Although the Cold War was ended, your government saw the potential in weaponizing such a powerful beast, but banish the thought of any such experiments being held on American soil,” his tone was bitter, “Your people have always been squeamish about the sacrifices necessary for scientific advancement. So, the United States made a secret deal with the Corto Maltese government to conduct their illegal experiments here in Jotunheim. And they hired me to oversee them. And now, because of a run-of-the-mill fucking military coup, they’re gonna destroy 30 years’ worth of efforts.”

Another pair of footsteps behind Rick made him jump but he didn’t take his attention off The Thinker. The newcomer didn’t even get a chance to speak before Nyx was snarling at them, “Get the fuck out of here.”

Who the fuck–

Peacemaker, with a pistol aimed at The Thinker, “Yeah, you’re the real victim here,” he scoffed.

“What the hell are you doin’ down here?” Rick demanded, actually turning to face Peacemaker, “You’re supposed to be upstairs plantin’ explosives.”

“I told you, I didn’t trust him.”

“And I told you that I had it handled.” Nyx sounded far away. Absolutely pissed but far away. Underwater.

[starshipsofstarlord]

The Eyes Are Lined

Summary: whilst on the last days of set of filming the show where he plays Tommy Lee, Sebastian is greeted with a surprise guest in his trailer, and he is certainly not going to be one to complain whence he’s gets a treat as sweet as you

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, mentions of phone sex, oral sex (male + female receiving), unprotected sex, penetrative sex, p in v, degradation, spanking, daddy kink, teasing, fingering, pet names

Word Count: 4133

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It fell from his lips as a relieved sigh, it had felt like forever since he had last seen you, and as he took in your form coiled in a baggy sweatshirt of his and hopefully nothing more, he was fast to close and lock the door behind himself. His tongue darted out to swipe the upon the underbite of his lip as he stepped slowly forwards in his adjourned flip flops, the wide shorts hanging off his legs. For this role he had very much diversified his appearance; lost weight, changed his hair, worn temporary tattoos - yet from the prowess that resonated through your eyes, nothing in the way of your attraction had changed.

“Sebba.” You greeted him with a wide smile, dismissing your phone that had been in your hand to the side of the couch, and crawling off the seat that you had taken up residence in. Instantly, your arms wrapped around his sleek torso, taking in the aroma of his deodorant that obliterated the senses through your nostrils. He pulled your face up with the grip of his heavy palm against your courteous cheek, as his breath fanned against the platter of your forehead.

“You’re here early, shooting doesn’t finish for another three days.” He stated, the grin that was tugging at his features clearly showing that he was anything but disappointed by your unspoken arrival. Tucking your arms to land around his waist like a belt that was enclosing him against you, you happily sighed, stroking your nose against the expanse of his bare chest that was beholden before you through the open curtains of his plain black hoodie. For a moment your eyes flickered down to the fake piercings that were strung like light fixtures from his nipples, watching as the silver metal beamed in contrast to the bulb that was fixed into the ceiling.

“I wanted to surprise you, it feels like forever since we were that close.” Was your confessing admission, as you pressed a warm kiss upon his revealed flesh, causing him to hum in acknowledgement of the amorous act. “Though I’m happy that god awful shadow is gone from your chin, if you want hair there then I suggest that you grow your beard back out.” You stroked your thumb over the crescent of his chin, running the pad through the indent as he inwardly cocked his brow, stiffening his jaw at your straight opinion.

“What’d you think of everything else? Be honest now darling.” He clicked his tongue, staring down at you with his smokily framed eyes, as you coiled back into your shoulders so that you could get a better overall viewpoint of him, as your hands descended to cupping the inward joints of his elbows. You balanced your weight on both of your feet, juggling between them to remain sturdy as you felt the mood in the trailer punctually shift, as though you were crossing through the mysterious channel that inhabited the Bermuda Triangle.

“Hmmm, well I’m rocking for the eyeliner, it really makes your eyes stand out more than they already do. And you know I’ve always been an absolute sucker for the longer hair, but I’m a sucker for you in general.” At that suggestive statement, you casted a sultry wink at him, hoping that he caught onto the act rather than thinking you had something entrapped in the perimeter of your eye. It was not dust that had clogged upon your pupil, instead it were lust, gripping onto the very image of him. It had been months, long ones at that since the pair of you had seen each other.

All the intimacy that your relationship confined in its long distance was dealt with over the phone, never once did the space that his work divulged the two of you apart make you feel lonely, he tried his utmost to ensure that you were comfortable even with miles for what seemed like an eternity separating you. The cellular contact that immersed your spare time furloughed for both late night calls that brought an innocent lovesick smile to resort upon the spectating image of your face that was reflected through the front camera of your phone, and sexual conducts that travelled across the countries that you were both in to bring you closer and alternatively higher together, in a blissful reunion that swamped your head with hyperactive hormones that followed after your mutual orgasms.

“Naughty.” He condoned you for your filthy innuendo, his hand cascading down the artwork of your body, and moving behind you, so that his fingertips were dancing upon the crown of your exempt ass cheek. “Guess all that time away has gotten you desperate for me, huh? Do you want to some sucking up to me? I’ve had a pretty hard day, and it would help me relieve a bunch of the stress that depends on these last few days. Not to mention I am so pent up from not seeing you all this time, it was practically torture honey bee, I’m not even sure how I survived.”

Dragging his head down to meet with your own, you pressed luscious and. Extended pecks onto his thin lips,having missed them covering every inch o your skin with the love that swelled in his chest and other places for you. “I don’t even know if you’ll last that long Bas, its been a certain while of you solely using your hand.” A giggle reaped from your throat as your hearing absorbed the gasp that slithered out of his mouth; he playfully pushed down upon the line of your shoulders, only enhancing your amusement by doing so. “So pushy.”

“That is right, and I will only get rougher with you the longer that it takes you to get down on your knees for me, so I would think logically. After all, after I completely wrap on this show, I’m going to have all the spare one in the world to put you in your little place and stop you from being a disobedient little brat.” It was a promise, he was threatening you in the most sexual way possible, and you’d be lying if you were to say that some aroused nectar hadn’t gathered in the passage that divided your highs down the middle. You gulped, intimacy written in every speck of your irises as you lowered yourself to be poised on your thighs, your face near the tent forming at his crotch.

The material of his shorts gathered with creases as his cock grew beneath the baggy subject that defined his legs that much more. A hand ravelled through your locks as you found yourself darting your tongue out to caress his legs, moving your muscle upwards as your hands teased the waistband of the barrier that prevented you from seeing all of him. “How much have you missed me baby, let daddy know.” Lightly, he begs to roll his hips forwards, pressing his erection teasingly against your face, and you were loving every second of it. His balls were pressing against your chin on every mimic forwards, and as you tried to speak, your voice was a tiny bit muffled by them.

“So much Sebby, I hated being apart from you.” You thought that would be a good enough answer, but as his fingers threaded further through your hair, a quiet yelp ejected from your throat as he strayed you head to be leant upwards so that you were gazing into his domineering eyes. That was when you realised that you must have made a mistake, but no matter what it was, it was much too late to take it back. Sexual fear paved through your gaze as you poured, wanting nothing to get back to your journey of duty which was to suck his cock, however, you could not continue if Sebastian had other things, such as whatever you had done so wrongly plaguing his mind.

“Bitch no cause why did you pronounce my name wrong? It begins with your favourite letter; a D, remember? And now I’m not even sure that you deserve my D. Right now I am not your Sebastian, what am I little girl?” He growled down at you, his toes rigidly curling in the open toed shoes that he were sporting, his hand remaining tangled in your hair.

“Daddy.” You tried not to sob out of dismissal, and instead expedited for apologising to refrain from angering him any further. “I’m so sorry daddy, I’ll do anything. Anything to make it up to you, please, I’ll never make that mistake again.” Unless it was not in this scenario of course, the pebbles of your tears brought a vivid richness and innocence upon your face, as though you were pooling diamonds out of the windows of your explicit soul. And I’m return, you were met with the gift of Seb shoving his shorts to be draped over his feet, his cock playing the curve of a sail as it stiffened more so at the air that hit it.

“Are you wearing anything underneath that sweatshirt baby?” He enquired as his right hand held his length in hand, enclosing his fist around the warm flesh that was beading with visible emotion at the tip. It was as though a pearl was balancing on the sector of his slit, teasing you as you dryly licked your lips, wanting nothing more than to ingest that into your body. To answer his question, your hands toyed with the bottom of his clothing article, pulling it up so that he could see your bare abdomen, of which was dressed in nothing more than your flawless skin.

“No daddy, I’m not. Am I in more trouble for that?” You worried that you were, all that you had wanted to do was surprise him, and you felt yourself grow a little giddy as he slowly shook his head, and pull back the coat of his foreskin to flash off as much of his cock as possible. He was teasing you to the slyest of his abilities, he wanted to subject you into doing something against your better judgement, and you remained strong, no matter how much you wanted to coil your lips around the head of his member and take him as far as the hollow of your throat would naturally allow.

“No baby, imma let you off the hook for that because I haven’t seen you in so long and I know that pretty little cunt has missed me probably more than the rest of you, but don’t test me again angel, or on the plane home you’re gonna have to sit on a bag of ice.” A part of you wanted to smirk, to coyly piss him off to see if that perseverance were to be true, however if you knew Sebastian, and you knew him more than well, you wouldn’t put anything past him nor his motives. “Go on, I can see you practically drooling to take me in your mouth. Don’t tease or I’ll fuck your face; be a good girl would ya.”

You weren’t going to waste anymore time, for all that you aware, any one of the set assistants could take him away from you, and that possibility only fuelled your instincts further as you hovered your head away from his hand, that was now patting and gently playing with your locks instead of using them as a leash, and flickered your tongue out to swipe that sample of precum and swallow it without hesitation. Before your mind could comprehend it, your body had already taken the next steps forwards and started to swallow down his member, your lashes fluttering closed as you hummed, sending a rhythm through Sebastian’s body of which made him cuss.

He was looking through half lidded eyes, almost shutting them, though stopping from doing so when he noticed your hand creep down the smooth skin of your thigh, and pry at your own folds. He was going to reprimand you for being so confident that you weren’t going to get caught doing something that was so ludicrous, but he decided that he were to allow you to continue for a moment. If he made a scene after revelling in his own pleasure, then you would be more compliant with whichever punishment that he nailed you down with. The tips of your digits quivered around your lips, before sinking within your walls and the rest of your palm cupped your pussy.

It made more sense now you were moaning against him, for not only the taste of him that hung heavily on your tongue, but from the slip of power that you thought you had over him, even if it be cloaked in secrecy. As he thought more of that, he found himself starting to fume with an underlining of rage, his fists stiffened at his sides as he exhaled through a combination of the sensations rippling beneath his skin. It was a combination of brewing disappointment and foreseen arousal; his veins burned with both, turning his blood warm and drumming his brain with one thing - it were his birthright to make you submit before him.

And though you were positioned in front of him, cast to your knees as you worked on his hard cock with your heavenly mouth, your mind had slithered away from the laws that you were supposed to obey as you fingered yourself against and without his jurisdiction. To retain from speaking out just yet Seb put the pressure of his front teeth down upon his bottom lip, as he tuned his ears on the sounds of your mouth i taking his cock and slathering it with the natural lubricant of your saliva, and if he paid enough attention, the sound of your nimble fingers darting in and out of your entrance was echoed through the slick that was provided from your hormonal body, that coated your fingers and glistened underneath the lighting.

As he felt a spark approaching through the intermissions of his pleasured body, he found it to be best to direct you away, and exhibit distance despite having forgone with that flow for the time space that you hadn’t seen each other in. And thus he gently stepped back, allowing his cock to fall past your lips and a string of spit to be the only thing connecting you to it. It was an instinct for you to whine as you watched him take his cock back into his hand, giving himself a couple of easing tugs to cool himself down from his ruined orgasm.

And that was when all prevailed in realisation for you, that he continued to ogle at you from above as your index and middle fingers on your right hand remained inside of your cunt, and as your mind sparked some sense back into it, you instantly removed them despite the emptiness that attained within that area. Your eyes remained wide as you watched with caution as Seb took it upon himself to take a seat on the sofa that was below the blind strung window of his trailer, his hand temptingly patting his thick thighs as a means to convince you to move closer.

“Get up here you deviant minx.” It was not a sweet gesture that he were offering you, no, instead you were getting punished despite evading such a fate earlier on. Pushing yourself up from your knees, you went to lay yourself against him homely lap, however as you went to do so, he tugged at the sweatshirt that compiled a flush of heat against your addictive body, pulling it up a few inches to send you the message. Once you had completely removed the appeared and were dressed to the eye in nothing more than your naked flesh, that was when Sebastian allowed you to continue laying your stomach across his legs, as your own legs and breasts were draped either side of them.

His rough fingertips caressed the muscles of your back, making them twitch from rugged anticipation. They descended lower as he dug his knee into your ribs, enjoying the way that your breath hitched. “You know the rules angel, you don’t touch without permission, and yet you did. Do you have anything to say for yourself before I bruise this beautiful ass red and blue?” The worst thing was you could imagine how your cheeks would look all bruised up from the harsh strokes from his commanding hands; it had happened before and each and every time you’d tell yourself that it’d never happen again, that you’d avoid such intimate brutality because you’d behave.

But you both knew better than to trust those empty promises that wailed from your desperate throat as you were subjected to a pain that made your mind hazy and your throat parched. “No daddy, just that I’m sorry.” A yelp quickly followed after as he collided his hand down upon the fat of your behind, your entire body jolting as you shakily inhaled, knowing that in a few minutes that you’d get used to the pain and find it less surprising. The first strike was always the worst, and as another clapped down, followed by more and more, tears reigned the paving of your face as they spilt down your cheeks.

Your apology was simply a waver in the air, it did nothing other than tell him something that he’d heard a million times by this point. And when nothing added to the soreness of your bosom, you swore that you were in heaven, it continued to sting though as relief washed over your aura, and your lashes flickered through the fallen tears, slowly drying from the sobbing that they had commenced. “You took that well, okay.” Seb breathed, beginning to softly stroke your ass which made you whimper from the feather light pressure that digressed against the impact he had prohibited you to dwindle in. “I’m gonna reward you, think you can turn over baby?”

He slipped out from beneath you, allowing you to remain on your stomach for the moment until you had finally came up with your decision. You wriggled a little, stretching your toes as you hummed in reply and switched, despite the searing conundrum that resorted favour over your backside, onto the polar of your position, only to find your lover of whom was in control crawling towards you, the rings around his eyes looking sinful as he stared at your naked body as though you were his prey. His hands began to reel up your legs, coercing you into squirming against the cushioning that was managing to keep you at the same physical level as him, though the same couldn’t be said for the mental premise that rendered in interference of your relationship.

Hot air brushed upon your mound as he pressed a kiss to the hill that lead to the lake that was fawning at his close proximity, waves crashing and glistening to appeal to his ocean eyes. “Daddy, can you please do something?” A grunt differed from his throat as he inhaled the sea salt that subordinated his nose to the all natural scent, all before he nipped at the inside of your thigh before delving his face between the tightened proximity, sealing his mouth around your sensitive bud as he mumbled moans against your reactive flesh, earning himself a deeper invasion as you rutted your hips up to his face.

Sebastian Stan was a man of many talents; he could clearly mimic anyone that a script needed him to, but the one thing that he was truly magical at was using his mouth. It was a skill set that made you mercilessly comply to him, it was his superpower, which was indeed ironic considering that he played a hero in one of the world’s biggest franchises known to cinema. He raised his hands to grasp at your own as he trailed them into his strongly pigmented hair, giving you permission to ravel your hands through his straight hair, and feel the smooth sheen against the judge of your skin. You liked it, as you knew that you would.

Using his tongue, he pried at your entrance, sinking it within you as he began to shake his unruly head, extracting small screams from your throat as you became victim to his plentiful evidence of love. Your chest raised out in the air as your eyes rolled back, and a tweak pulled at your clit once more, and looking down, it revealed that it were your beloved tugging at the button with his teeth, as he gouged your reaction. When you reached your orgasm, he dived head first back into your emptying cavern, cleansing all that he had subdued from your body via his amazingly versed and performed sentiment.

“Taste so fucking good baby.” To prove his point, he clambered above you, slipping his lips against your own as he swabbed your tongue with his own, sharing your own juices so that you could feel them balance on your taste buds. His hand ran down your body as he pinched your hardened nipples, earning himself a withered and high pitched sigh from your mouth as he pulled away from the kiss. “Think you for another one in you angel? Daddy wants to fuck this sweet pussy, you okay with that?” A dazed nod gave him permission, though he grasped your jaw with his strong hand as he ensured that you stared back at him. “I need to hear you.”

“Yes, want your cock in me daddy. Always do.” A content smile used your mouth as it’s efficient puppet as he held onto his cock, and teased it around your folds, wetting his foreskin and other areas to make it more pleasurable for the both of you when he went to push in. And when he did, you felt like you had died and gone to heaven, it made you wonder how you ever survived going months without his touch, in any which way. Your hands held onto his hips as you steadied his weight, silently giving him the okay to start moving, and he did, he sunk within your cavernous walls, only to pull back and repeat the action. “Seb.” You breathed the shortened version of his name, the hot air leaving your mouth hitting his shoulder as he panted beside your face, his nose dragging up your cheek as you ran your hand down, cupping his balls and stroking them with the tender contact of your thumb.

For once under these circumstances, he did not shun you for saying his true name, instead he was too busy with the maddening rush that flew through his body as he fornicated with you. His pace increased, provoking the sound of flesh slapping upon flesh in the air as your thighs and hips clashed, amongst other parts. “Fuck sugar, ya close?” He asked you hurriedly, his forehead scrunching up as he felt immense pleasure as your cunt clenched around him, using his leverage to play with your clit once more. You ravenously nodded your head, dragging your nails over his body as you tried to jut your body up against his, chasing the approaching high which ultimately had you slumping against the cushions as he continued to pummel your body with his delivering thrusts.

“Shit.” He almost shouted, a soothing buzz ongoing in his body as he released his seed within you, you being able to feel every drop even after he pulled out and rolled to lay beside you, tugging you to be laying on his chest, neither of you caring for the cum that was escaping from your entrance that also happened to be the exit. “Why you laughing at me angel face?” Sebastian queried as he heard your cheeky sounds of amusement, a grin ruining the formation of his rocker disguise.

“You’re eyeliner’s all smudged.” You laughed, running the pad of your thumb beneath his eye and in the crows feet that dipped below, blending it further into his skin and giving it a grey hue to its ebony gradient. “You still look hot though.” You shrugged, nestling your head deeper into his chest, finally relieved that you and Sebastian were in the same place at the same time again.

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My Year In Review 2022

I posted 2,731 times in 2022

That's 638 more posts than 2021!

411 posts created (15%)

2,320 posts reblogged (85%)

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Pearl Necklace [Chris Evans]

A/N: just an idea that floated into my brain…

Plot: Reader has fun times with Chris Evans and he makes sure to praise her right.

Pairing: Female!Reader X Chris Evans

Warnings: smut, oral (male receiving), use of honourifics

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Chris had flopped down on the sofa - sinking his way down so his head could lean back - as soon as he had come home. A long day has been expected but it had been especially stressful and had included more than one call to you so he could offload his thoughts.

You had made sure that when he had gotten home you were ready; you wore his favourite little black form-fitting dress and had forgone the need for any underwear. Your hair was tied up and back off of your face which was made up with only the cheapest mascara, eyeliner and lipstick. The kind that smudged and ran with ease.

Silently you walk into the room and stand between his spread legs, sinking to your knees as his eyes open. He smiles widely at you and licks his lips. “Well damn baby…”

You smirk but stay silent and run your hands up his thighs, squeezing lightly and then moving up to his waistband, quickly unbuttoning and unzipping the denim that held him captive.

“You sure know how to make a rough day much better..” Chris runs his fingers over your cheek and holds your chin, his thumb moving back and forth over your jaw while your hands pull down his pants “you’re such a good pet for me…”

A shiver runs over your body at his words and you wrap a hand around his hardening length “always for you…” you whisper quietly and work your hand over him; your fingers dancing around the head and making him squirm.

“You always know how to make me feel good.” Chris moans and runs a hand into your hair to grip the messy bun. “Please…”

You lick your lips and dip your head, sucking the head of his cock lightly; teasing him just enough to make him whine your name. Just when he’s getting extra needy you lower your head and take his cock into your mouth fully until he hits the back of your throat.

“Oh Jesus fuck! When did you learn that?!” Chris arches off the sofa and groans loudly, looking down to watch your head move with each suck of his cock. He grips the messy bun and helps guide your rhythm and speed; jerking his hips when he feels you wrap your hand around his balls and massage lightly.

The dildo you had practiced on wasn’t quite the same size as Chris but it had worked well as you now take him deeper and practically breathe through your ears. Chris’s groans and panting were music to your ears but too soon he pulled you away “I wanna be inside you..” looking down at your running mascara and smudged lipstick with a smirk.

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[ikeromantic]

Summertime Swim

Written for @cinnamon-hoe as part of my 500 follower celebration

Arthur, Riches, Something Borrowed, and Surprise Me!

Approx. 1900 words - spicy NSFW!

It was a hot afternoon in Paris. The pavement shimmered in the heat and the air felt thick against the skin, too heavy to breathe. Arthur had shed his gentleman’s coat hours ago, and his vest soon after. His shirt was undone, and his tie hung loose at his collar.

Sweat beaded over his chest, the drops swelling until they ran down his slick belly. He couldn’t remember a day in which he wanted to be naked more than this one. Clothes, any clothes, felt unbearably heavy.

Arthur glanced at the woman beside him. She was pink-cheeked from the heat and fanning herself with her hand. He could see how damp her collar was, and imagined she was even more uncomfortable than he in all those layers of clothing.

They were on their way back to the mansion with a wrapped set of books Arthur had borrowed from one of le Comte’s friends in town, and a few items for Sebastian. The errand seemed like a good idea but now that they were halfway through, he was regretting the choice.

“I suppose we might have been cooler at the mansion. Sorry luv.” He squeezed her free hand lightly. “I didn’t realize it would get quite so hot.”

“It’s alright. It will just make us appreciate the cooler air outside the city more.” She smiled over at him.

Arthur shook his head. “Always so cheerful, aren’t you? Even when you look like you’re about to melt.” He leaned close and kissed the tip of her ear. “If you melted, I would have to eat you up.”

“Only if I melt?” She raised an eyebrow.

“I never said only!” Arthur leaned close and flicked his tongue across the skin just below her ear. He smiled at the way she shivered. “I’d eat you any time.”

She poked him. “When you say it like that, I can’t even think straight.”

“And that is half the point. The other half is seeing how much you want me.” He nipped her earlobe.

“Hey! It’s entirely too hot for you to be doing that. You’re just making it worse.” She smacked his arm and pretended to pout.

Arthur took a step back. She was right, of course, but he couldn’t help it. He wanted to touch her, kiss her, taste her . . . even when it was so hot they were both dripping. What he needed was a way to cool down so he could heat things up in a more pleasant way. And being his smug self, he knew exactly how to do it.

They were better than half way home, with the sweltering Paris streets behind them. In the countryside, the breeze was sweeter and a little cooler, though the fields still shimmered under the bright, afternoon sun. In the haze, just past a field of waist-high wheat, Arthur spotted his only hope. A blue ripple in the golden brown afternoon. It was a small lake, rimmed on the far side by trees.

He tugged his lover’s hand. “Come on, let’s take a little break before we walk the rest of the way.”

“What? But why? Don’t you want to -” her eyes found the lagoon and she stopped mid-sentence. “Oh! Yes, I think a little break would be great. We can splash our feet in the water and enjoy the shade.”

Arthur grinned. “Spot on. You read my mind.”

The lagoon was a perfect spot for a picnic, a rowboat trip, or an afternoon swim. And since it was outside the city, few people ever came this way to enjoy it. The two lovers walked around the water to the far side where the trees were tall and the shade was deep.

Arthur set down the bundle of books and began shrugging off his coat, vest, and shirt.

“Ah, A-arthur? You . . . I think you’ve lost your shirt?” She covered her mouth with her hand and he couldn’t tell if she was serious or just teasing.

“I’m about to lose a lot more than that,” he grinned. And undid his belt.

“Wait! But . . . I thought we’d . . . just put our feet in.” She was blushing now, and Arthur knew this sudden shyness was genuine.

He let his belt drop to the ground and slid his pants off. He was gloriously bare underneath and gods but the air felt good on the bits and pieces. Arthur nearly sighed with the sheer pleasure of the breeze. “Oh, come now, my pretty little skirt. You didn’t really think I was going to sneak you off to a secluded pond just to splash our feet in the shallows, hm?”

“But someone will see!”

“Oh yes, there are crowds hiding in the wheat,” he chuckled. Then he took a step toward her. “Don’t you want to take a swim, luv? Aren’t you achingly hot?” He ran his hand up her arm, tracing the droplets of sweat with his fingertips.

“I . . . I can get cool enough . . .”

Arthur tugged at her skirt with his other hand, pulling it up and up until the fabric rested at her hip. “Doesn’t the air feel good on your skin? Now imagine the water . . . look at it. It’s cool and blue and perfect.” He smiled as her eyelids closed and she took a long, slow breath.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he grinned. His skillful fingers found the buttons of her gown and he popped them open one after another. With each little bit of exposed skin, he found himself more and more excited. He’d seen her nude so many times before that he expected the novelty to wear off, but with her . . . it never did. Just seeing the curve of her breast, the lines of her bare shoulder - it was hard to go slow. To be patient.

“W-what if there are snakes or - or -”

Arthur laughed. “Luv, the only snake here is the trouser variety.”

“You’re so wicked,” she giggled, and peeked at him from one half-opened eye. “I can’t believe you just stripped down like that!”

“I don’t know how you can even tell, with your eyes shut. Why don’t you open them and see if you enjoy the view?”

She blushed a deep crimson, but her eyes fluttered open. They traveled from his damp brow and messy hair to his eyes, and his lip. Past his shoulders to his bare chest. A pearl of sweat trickled past his nipple to the dimple of his bellybutton. She licked her lips.

“Ah, Arthur, oh . . . you . . .” she coughed. “You -”

“Now you see what you’ve done to me, hm? Naughty girl.” He popped another button open, revealing even more of the inner curve of her breast.

“You can’t blame that on me,” she said breathily.

“I can. I do.” The last few buttons came loose. He pushed her top open. “Come on luv. Come swim with me.”

The last bit of resistance in her broke as the cool breeze sighed across her breasts. She slid her clothes to the ground.

“Mmmm, that’s the way.” He lifted her up, sweat slicked-skin to skin, and carried her into the water. The pond’s bottom was soft and he stirred the silt with each step as he walked them deep enough to be covered to the shoulder. Then he let her down.

“I hate it when you’re right,” she sighed.

Arthur laughed. “Is that so?”

“It is!” She splashed him. The water drops fell in a splatter over his face and shoulders.

He sent a little wave of water at her in revenge. In seconds they were shouting and laughing, turning the lagoon into a warzone of water weapons. It was all fun and games until Arthur went under. He swam out past her and then turned. She was watching for him to surface, but that wasn’t the plan.

Instead, he moved slowly until he was close enough to touch. And pinched her. Just a light one, enough to startle.

She let out a shriek and leapt up, half out of the water like a startled mermaid.

Arthur surfaced, laughing so hard he was almost in tears.

“That isn’t funny!”

“It is,” he grinned.

She crossed her arms. “I thought for a second that something bit me!” Her lips were set in a frown, half annoyed and half amused.

Arthur sidled close. “But luv, something did bite you . . .” He lowered his head to her neck and kissed her. His teeth grazed her skin lightly, enough to pull a sigh of longing from her lips.

Her legs wrapped around his hips, and her arms went around his shoulders. “You’re an awful tease.”

“Pot, kettle,” he muttered. With her snug against him like this, his need became a physical ache. No more play. No games. He just wanted her.

She smiled. “I never said I wasn’t . . .” She leaned down and bit his neck where at the join with his shoulder. Her little teeth were sharp for a human, but what made him gasp was the way she suckled at the bite, and licked the skin.

“Wicked,” he gasped. His wit was nowhere to be found. Gone along with all sense. He could hear the pulse of her blood. It matched his own heartbeat. Fast. Desperate.

Her smooth fingers circled his shaft under the water. Playful fingertips danced along that so-sensitive skin from root to tip and he felt - he felt as if he might burst just from that light caress. “Mmm, I guess I am . . .”

Arthur felt helpless in her grip. The water and the way she’d entwined him . . . “Is this payback,” he asked hoarsely.

“For all the times you teased me? Absolutely.” Her laugh was crystal chimes and silver bells. Sweet and saucy. “But especially for that pinch!”

She laid bare his need with her soft hands, taunted him with her lips. She used him, rubbing the head of his cock against her hard little pearl until she climaxed. And worse, slid just the tip - the tip - inside to let him feel her heat, and the shuddering pleasure he brought her.

Arthur was almost begging to be released. Every brush of her skin on his was torture, bliss, a fire in his heart and his groin. “L-luv . . . I’m . . . please . . .” He gasped as she let his shaft slide against her clit again.

She drew back and for a moment, he thought she would only tease him again but this time she sank onto him. A slow descent. The cool water replaced by her searing, tight heat.

He might have tried to draw it out, but he was savage with need. Arthur grabbed her hips and plunged deep into her, again and again. It was heaven. The silken slide of their flesh, the gasps and sighs and shivered cries, the way her nails dug into the skin on his back.

Arthur felt himself almost peak. He lowered his head to her neck and bit. The sound she made pushed him over the edge, and he knew he’d brought her there too - again. He came hard, with the sweet-copper taste of her on his lips. He would give all the riches in the world to stretch this moment into forever. Their breath mingled, joined at heart and hip, and the pure ecstasy of making love.

They got back to the mansion near dark. Hair dripping wet, both smelling of pond-water and sex. Sebastian didn’t ask any questions. Just pointed them to the baths. Arthur set his borrowed books down along with Sebastian’s bag of sundries. There would be time for reading later. Right now, he was ready for some payback of his own in the shower.

[awesomerextyphoon]

That was really something, huh Sebastian? Great fic!!

Age gap filth with Seb pls😩 innocent!reader and overstimulation

principesă ✪ s. stan

summary | you meet your idol, sebastian stan, outside of his hotel. when he realizes you’re just an innocent little doll, he decides to take you back with him.

warnings | innocent reader, virginity loss, unprotected sex, naivety, age gap (reader is 19), masturbation, vaginal sex, spanking, slapping, spitting, daddy kink, overstimulation, breeding kink, edging, hair pulling kink, choking kink, rough sex, absolute filth, + more?, SMUT, 18+

pairings | sebastian stan x innocent!reader

a/n | fan!innocent!reader x sebastian (this isn’t dark, seb just really cares for you)

Sebastian ushered you into his hotel room, before following behind. He shut the door behind you and watched you adoringly. You looked around the lavish room in awe. “You can admire the place all you want, but I don’t want you to go home alone, alright? Stay the night, please?” He reasoned, taking you into his bedroom.

You naively followed him, trusting him completely. “But why? Why do you want me to stay safe?” You curiously pondered. “Because you’re my innocent principesă, and I don’t want anything to happen to you” he reasoned, his hand moving up towards your face.

His thumb lovingly stroked your cheek, and you felt tingly at your apex. Your brows furrowed together, confused as to why you were feeling that way. It wasn’t the first time. The first time was when you watch Sebastian fight as the Winter Soldier, and you felt tingly throughout the whole movie. Sometimes, after you watched his movies your panties would be wet, for some odd reason.

You looked around the room and found that there was only one bed, which was for Sebastian. He sensed your realization and caressed your hand with his other one. “We can share principesă, you can trust me” he smiled, feeling a bit guilty. He was almost taking advantage of your innocence, but at least it was him instead of some creep.

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna be rude and take up your bed” you questioned, rubbing your thighs together to try and alleviate the tingles. But they only grew stronger. Sebastian watched and cleared his throat, feeling a rush of blood flow down to his cock. “I’m sure principesă” he reassured.

His voice was husky, dominating, and it had you rubbing your thighs even harder. You couldn’t control yourself, and neither could Sebastian. He tilted your head up and pressed a kiss to your lips. He moved his lips against yours, and you tried to keep up with him. You had no idea what you were doing, but you were trying.

Sebastian’s hand moved between your legs and he rubbed your pussy through your panties. “What a naughty little girl, hmm? Wearing just her soaking panties under such a short dress” he teases, making you whimper. Your legs had a slight tremor to them as he touched you, and you felt weak in the knees. He laid you back into the bed and pulled away from the kiss. He wasn’t going to stop, even if you were begging him to.

His hand pulled the dress off your body, but in shreds. Your tits bounced out, making you shy away from embarrassment. He chuckled and leaned down to suck a pebbled nub into his mouth. Your back arched off the bed and you whimpered softly. “W-Why does it feel so good?” You asked, gripping the bed sheets tightly.

“Because your body loves me, my little principesă” he smirked up at you. You were only left in your panties, which were evidently soaking with your arousal. He moved down your body, leaving a trail of kisses behind. When he was facing his pussy you tried to shut your legs, embarrassed of the scenario you were in. It was seldom to all the fanfiction you had read about him that left you with tingles and butterflies.

You felt your heart clamour in your chest as he pressed kisses on your inner thigh. “I would go down on you, principesă, but tonight it seems like we’re both a bit too eager” he pulled down your panties and the feeling of his lips on your thighs lingered. There was no way you were going to forget about it. “Fuck, principesă, you’re soaked. All because of me, right?” He smirked as he looked up at you. You whimpered and nodded your head, looking away.

Eye contact was too intimate for this. “Daddy never said you could look away, principesă” he spoke with absolute dominance, which made you squirm slightly. You looked back at him and he no longer was the soft Romanian actor you adored. He pulled off his clothes and you watched him with no shame. You could see the bulge through his boxers, but you didn’t know what it was. “What’s that?” You innocently asked, pointing at his large erection.

He gave a sultry chuckle and slowly pulled down his boxers. His large cock was revealed, and you still were confused. “This is Daddy’s cock, and Daddy is gonna fill you up with it. You would like that, wouldn’t you, principesă? My little needy girl” he husked. You bit your lip at the size, how was something so large going to fit you?

He pushed your thighs all the way up to your chest, making you hold them in place. You watched as he stroked his cock a few times, his face frowning in pleasure. “Fuck, principesă, you’re all spread out for your Daddy, aren’t you? Say it.” He bemoans, and you watch him suck his bottom lip in. “I- I’m all spread o- out for my D- Daddy!” You sputter, feeling an overcome of excitement. Adrenaline courses through your veins, and Sebastian simply smirks.

He can see the neediness in your eyes. He trails a digit up and down your soaking, sensitive folds. His finger found your pearl of nerves, and you immediately jerked when he put pressure on it. “T- That feels weird” you admitted, but you still wanted more. “Call me Daddy, principesă” he growls, pushing down harder on your clit. You squeal and try to move away, the sensation was too much. He growled and pulled you back to him, this time rubbing your clit in hard ministrations. You moaned at the feeling, not at all embarrassed at how good it felt.

He stroked his cock faster, and his movements on your clit sped up. “Daddy! I feel like I need to use the washroom!” You whimpered. “No baby, you’re gonna cum. Don’t you wanna cum for Daddy?” he cooes, and you feeling even more wetness drool out of your hole. He stroked his cock as he slowed down his digit on your clit. You whined as the pleasure got weaker, making him let out a sultry chuckle.

“You wanna know what Daddy really think/ of you, Pisoi? Well I'll tell you. You’re nothing more than a jucărie dracu that I can dispose of once I’m bored of you. The only thing you are to me is my own curvă personală. So, be glad that I’m giving you any of my spermă.” You didn’t understand, but when he sped up his finger on your clit — you mewled and nodded. “You’re gonna cum, aren’t you? Cum for Daddy” he growls, making your cunt spasm. You felt wetness gush out of your cunt, electricity running throughout your body. Your heart clamoured in your chest and you moaned continuously.

Sebastian moaned as white ropes of cum painted your pussy. The warm, foreign feeling made you moan. His finger scooped some up and he opened your jaw. “Say ‘ah’ principesă” he cooes. You opened wide and he stuck his finger into your mouth. “C’mon, suck Daddy’s finger clean” he demanded. You obediently did so, lapping up his cum from his finger. You didn’t know what you were doing, but his asserting nods made you grin like the Cheshire Cat. The musky, yet salty taste filled your mouth, and you didn’t know if you wanted more or not.

He pulled his finger out of your mouth and stroked your cheek. You smiled, but when he pulled his hand away your grin fell. He lightly slapped your cheek, making you whimper. “Such a good little slut” he muttered against your lips. He situated himself between your legs, his hands groping your gorgeous swells. He pinched your nipples and twirled them between his fingers, making your back arch off the bed. You pushed your chest towards Sebastian involuntarily, a way of begging for more.

“Patience, principesă” he pulled his fingers away and reach down his body. His cock was still impressively hard as he dragged it up and down your pussy. You jerked and tremors were sent through your body. “Daddy! Feels so good!” You mewled pathetically, hey still confused at your body’s reaction. You felt his large hand wrap around your throat, squeezing at the sides. You grabbed his wrist tightly, but you didn’t try to pry his hand off.

It was new, debauched, yet you didn’t mind. All the air in your lungs left as his cock filled you up with no warning. He pulled out all the way, before snapping his hips forward. He set a relentless pace, your grunts and moans filling the room along with the smell of sex. He fucked you hard, his cock poking at your cervix every now and then. “Fuck yes. You love getting fucked, huh? You love Daddy taking away your innocent” He grunted, squeezing your neck a little tighter.

You nodded your head at his words, your legs tightening around his waist. Black dots sported your vision, and you thought you were going to pass out under him. He pulled his hand away from your neck and slapped you on the face, making you squeal. Your cunt clenched around his thick cock, and he slapped you again. You shouted, “Daddy!”, and came all over his cock. Your release hit you like a truck, and it was almost painful. Your entire body shook, and you knew that the other guests in the hotel hated you both.

Sebastian continued to fuck you through your orgasm, making you overstimulated. You babbled absolute nonsense, making him chuckle. “Daddy, it’s too much!” You cried out as if you were in agony. “Be quiet, or else Daddy is gonna have to pull out and put you over my knee. I’ll spank your ass raw, do you understand?” He spoke, stopping his thrusts. You pouted and nodded.

“Good girl” he praised, before turning you onto your stomach. He pulled you onto your knees and watched your count clench around nothing. He filled you up in one motion, making you moan his name. His fist tangled itself in your hair whilst he fucked you hard. His balls slapped against your sensitive clit again and again. He tugged on your hair harshly, the feeling sending you over the edge. You gushed your release all over his cock, some of it getting on the sheets.

“You love my cock, don’t you?” He asked, pulling his hand out of your hair. His thrusts became more powers and you felt pleasure searing through your abdomen once again. “Yes! Yes Daddy!” You cry out, tears streaming down your face. The overstimulation melted your mind, and you came all over again. You squirted everywhere, on yourself, on the bed and on Sebastian.

“Fuck that’s so hot, you fucking squirted everywhere!” He shouted, his thrusts becoming more erratic. He slapped your ass a few times and watched it ripple back at him. He grapped you by the throat and pulled you up against his bare chest. Your back had the meanest arch and he began to slow down his thrusts, edging the both of you.

You whined loudly, craving another orgasm. He tilted your head back and spat on your face, before snapping his hips into you. You both came at the same time. You gushed around his cock as his warm cum painted your inner walls. You moaned at the sensation, savouring it before he pulled out. He laid you back on the bed, before laying down next to you. You felt his cum trickle out of your channel and onto your leg.

He pushed his cock back into you, plugging you up with his cum. “Can’t have any of it spilling out, or else I won’t be able to breed you properly” he smiled down at you. You grinned back up at him, admiring his steel blue eyes. “But we aren’t done for tonight, principesă”.

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[legacyshenanigans]

I’m sorry but a thought occurred to me in the shower and I cannot help but share. I would just love to see the reactions of some of the characters react to MC drinking tea (as one of my, very good and proper, English friend calls it “American atroci tea”) using the cheaper pre made sachets in like twenty or so a box. I just would love to think at least one person (definitely ominous) would faint upon hearing about it

This is HILARIOUS

I've seen vids of some Americans (not all) making "Tea" and I SWEAR to god 🤣🤣🤣

Here's a little dumb script drabble ahahahaha

MC: Anyone want a cup of tea?

Sebastian: Yeah I'll have one.

Ominis: Ooh yes please.

MC: *gets three cups out, and a box of shitty weak ass tea bags that she bought*

Sebastian: *narrows his eyes watching her, before glancing at the teapot and GOOD tea going untouched*

MC: *puts milk in the cups first*

Sebastian: What the FUCKING HELL are you doing?!

MC: (?!)

Ominis: What's going on?

Sebastian: She put milk in the cups first. And has a box of generic teabags..

Ominis: She WHAT?! *grabs imaginary pearls in disbelief, mouth agape*

MC: *as she's putting the teabags in the lonely cold milk at the bottom of the cups* What's your problem?

Omins: Good Lord, next she'll be putting those teabags in the cold milk.

Sebastian: She just did!

Ominis: OH HEAVENS TO BETSY!! *grabs Sebastian* SEBASTIAN DO SOMETHING!!!

Sebastian: *gripping onto Ominis* I cant! I'm too scared! She's doing it so nonchalantly, like some kind of psychopath!!!!

Ominis: Call the police Sebastian!!! Hold me!!! Don't let her come near me with those cups of poison!!

MC: *confusion* (?!?!?!?!?!)

~

[extremelyblackandwhite]

handmaid - 16

PAIRING: mob!sebastian stan x ingenue!reader

WARNINGS: age gap, sexual content (18+)

A/N:  hope you enjoy this chapter xxx

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   - I’ll spank you, angel. - he muttered with a rather raspy and low voice in her pearl adorned ear. Immediately, Y/N could feel the familiar heat that always lingered around whenever the mob boss was present and cleared her throat, holding one of the champagne glass scattered around the table to have it do something instead of just saying on the table again for no reason, blushing like an idiot. 

Before she could even question him about his words, a waitress approached, a rather attractive one dressed in a tight white dress reminiscent of the one Cher wore in Clueless, and whispered something against his ear. Whatever it was, it caused him to join the other associates rather fast, leaving Y/N in the table with minor associates, their wives and partners. 

I don’t belong here, she thought to herself. It was a rather stark contrast to look at the table filled with men dressed in polished suits expensive enough to pay the downpayment on a small house and women dressed in tight equally expensive red, black and emerald green dresses and then look at the handmaid in a hand down rather flowy old white dress with small flowers. She looked adorably out of place as she took several sips from the sparkling water glass Sebastian had ordered for her. 

   - Aren’t you view for sore eyes? - she turned her head slightly towards where the voice went before she sighed. Mr. Williams. 

Y/N didn’t really enjoy his presence which rather concerned her. He had done nothing to make her be suspicious of him and most of the prejudice she knew towards him had come from both Gwen and Sebastian. Sure, he had asked her to speak with Sebastian about being less abrasive back in Paris but someone who was in danger would beg for their life anyway. Despite all of that, she just felt a somber atmosphere settling in whenever he was around. 

He took a seat where Sebastian was once sat, grabbing one of the champagne glass and raising it up almost as if he was saluting the handmaid to which Y/N responded with a lower raise.

  - I don’t see Miss Forrest anywhere. 

  - Oh ... she wasn’t feeling very well. - Y/N softly smiled, taking another sip from her glass.  

  - Well, Mr. Stan does look rather prideful of showing you off. I must say, if I had you as an accessory on my arm, I would also be that prideful. - his fingers reached over to her chin, pushing it slightly down. - You have some very familiar eyes, I can’t point where I’ve seen them before.

  - Oh ... - Y/N looked around wondering if any of the people are the table would come to her defence but none did. She wasn’t his wife or his partner, they mostly thought she was a upper ranking mistress and by so, she deserved no protection or words from them, leaving Y/N to protect her own self. - Eyes aren’t that specific to one person, more than one individual can have equal ones.

  - Not yours, my darling. They’re laced with gold. 

  - Well ... thank you very much but ... - she looked around wondering if there was anywhere for her to go. Surely Sebastian wouldn’t spank her, he was just trying to scare her. Spanking was for children and the BDSDM ridden books, he wouldn’t spank her. - I must go.

Y/N abruptly pushed her chair away from the table with her feet, getting away from the table before he could touch her face again. The music was slightly more subdued and mostly came from the girly noises of the barely dressed women singing show tunes from the golden age of theatre, which made the environment much more inviting for exploring. She moved through the crowd of tables of men hollering at the stage girls before she reached a little black door in the back. Looking around, she opened the door which seemed to lead even more into the back of the cabaret. She wandered around in the dark until she found another door but this one led to a flight of stairs. It was either that or return to the table and be questioned by Mr. Williams. With that in mind, Y/N climbed the stairs which led to another door that opened to the outside.

The cold air hit her exposed skin as she moved to the railing, eyes on the horizon of the never sleeping city. The upper east was Y/N’s favourite spot to be during the night, the city just seemed to light up yet she wasn’t the biggest fan of the noise. Like Ariel exploring the human world, she perched herself on the railing, letting herself get lost in her own thoughts.

   - Hey, you, you can’t be here. - her thoughts were interrupted by a man grabbing her by the arm. - The show girls are in the backstage.

   - Oh, I’m not a showgirl. - she spoke up to who she thought was one of the guards. - I’m here with Mr. Stan.

   - You? - he investigated her from head to toe and toe to head, before his eyes settled on her. - Great joke, sweetheart. You have a show to put on. 

  - Unhand the girl, Alex. - a very familiar voice made Y/N sigh in relief. What show could she put on? She could probably give a lecture on English Literature but she didn’t think that’s what the men and women who came in were expecting to see and hear. The man seemed to shiver at the voice and the grip on her arm softened, allowing her to rush over to Sebastian’s side who wrapped an arm around her waist swiftly. 

He didn’t say anything else to the man, instead slamming the door shut behind the two of them before accompanying her down the stairs back to the table, probably. However, as he passed the table with her still in arms and instead walked outside the cabaret and lead her to the car, Y/N couldn’t help but sheepishly smile, happy she was not going to have to stay there any longer.

   - Sometimes, angel, I think you like to get in trouble. - he signalled something to the driver which led for the partition to roll up. - However, I do not like people disobeying me. 

   - Amelia did say you dislike relishing control. - she spoke up mindlessly. Without much of a struggle, Sebastian wrapped his hands around both sides of her waist, pulling her up and down onto his lap which made her let out a little squeak. 

  - Listen, angel ... - he ran his hand down her back until he reached her lower back. - There are various dangerous men out there that could harm you if you don’t follow my rules. Now what did I tell you before I left, angel?

  - Not to leave the table. - her eyes were stuck onto the car’s carpet. He’s not gonna do it, he’s not gonna do it, she thought to herself.

  - And what did you do, angel? - his hand ran even lower, settling just in the small of her back and turned to toy with the fabric of her dress. 

  - I left the table.

  - Yes. - he cooed. - You left the table. What did I say would happen if you left the table, angel?

  - You said you’d spank me. - she could feel her cheeks heat up. As soon as the words left her lips his hand came down onto her ass over her underwear causing a breathe to get stuck on her throat. Oh, he was gonna do it.

  - Are you alright, angel? - Y/N could pin point a tone of concern on his voice as his hand massaged the hit spot. She couldn’t say anything, her mind still processing what just had happened so she took to nodding her head very slowly in a manner of reassuring him. - Good. 

Y/N wasn’t ready for when his hand came down once more on her supple flesh leaving her to let out a small yet high pitched moan. At that sound, she brought her hands to cover her mouth and soon she realised that having her thighs spread apart was starting to become rather uncomfortable when all she wanted to do was to rub them together. This, however, proved to be quite difficult as he made sure she kept her legs somewhat spread. 

The first spanks aren’t as hard almost as if he was inducing her into it but as time went by the slight sting heightened mixed with levels of pleasure that Y/N was not used to. 

   - What did we learn, angel? - he handled her again so she was straddling his lap. - Tell me.

   - Not to leave the table. - she spoke up, unable to look him straight in the eyes which were darker than before. 

   - Good, angel. - he smirked at her, placing the young handmaid back on her seat. Once she found herself not restrained anymore, she immediately crossed her legs, noticing how wet her underwear felt. 

The ride home seemed to last ages and ages and Y/N wasn’t entirely sure of what to say or how to act. She had just been spanked by her friend’s fiancé and enjoyed it a bit too much, scratch that, enjoyed it very much. After a while they were back onto the lowly lit and silent penthouse. Y/N guessed Gwen was probably already asleep or too busy to come downstairs.

  - Goodnight, Sebastian. - she bite her lip, still not sure of what to say and returned upstairs to her bedroom.

Once in her bedroom, she felt like she could finally breathe properly but instead of freaking out which was what her mind was screaming at her to do, she just smiled like a teenage girl after her first kiss, slowly sliding down the door. How could she not smile? Here he was, a man who did everything fo her, was handsome and noticed her in a way she had never been noticed before. Still, he was very much engaged and she should feel bad so why wasn’t she feeling bad? Maybe it was because of Gwen’s promiscuity, after all if she could go around and sleep with whomever she wanted and still be engaged would she even mind if Y/N was involved with Sebastian? At the same time, was she really ready to backstab her friend like that and become a mistress?

She shooshed those thoughts away, stripping away from her dress and grabbing her pjs from the top of the bed before climbing under her duvet. Sleep would’ve come faster had it not been for her door being opened by Sebastian who was dressed in black sweatpants and a distressed black tee. Before she could ask him what he was up to, he sat next to her, hand coming to caress her face. 

  - I wanted to make sure you were alright. - his finger traced her jaw. - You were very silent in the car. 

  - Am I a bad person?

  - I don’t think you’re able of doing bad things, angel. You’re too good.

  - I can’t stay away from you and you’re Gwen’s.    

  - Y/N ... I will figure something out, okay? You’re not a bad person and I’m definitely not Gwen’s. - he took both her hands in his to kiss them both before settling them down again with a small frown. - You shouldn’t always worry about doing what’s right, Y/N. You can’t always be selfless or you’ll lead to your own self destruction. 

  - I don’t know anymore. - she buried herself in her own sheets. - What are you doing here, anyway?

  - I was wondering if you’d like to make me company tonight. - Y/N furrowed her eyebrows at him. - Not in that way, I just thought that maybe you’d be up for a bit of cuddling.

   - The mob boss, cuddling? 

   - Don’t get cocky, angel. Just because you’re the mob boss’ favourite doesn’t mean I won’t punish you. 

   - I know ... - she raised her torso, leaning against the bed frame. - I just ... what if Gwen catches us?

   - She won’t, she’s not that astute. Definitely not her father’s daughter. - Sebastian smiled at the young handmaid, his hand sneaking towards her while her pinky locked itself with his. - C’mon, trust me. 

   - Mr. Forrest said that no smart girl should trust a mob associate much less a mob boss. - Y/N took to swinging her legs to the side of the bed. - Much less with the Stan family. 

   - Oh trust me, angel. You can rely on me. - his hands came under her thighs, lifting her bridal style. She squeaked, holding onto his shirt for comfort as he walked her away from her bedroom and into his bedroom, if you could call it a bedroom.

Y/N knew the penthouse was big but his bedroom looked bigger than the living room. The walls were as white as hers and most of the house but the main wall was covered with a wood like material. At the centre was a bigger king size bed with the biggest and tallest duvets that looked absolutely comfortable in shades of brown and white. Several pillows were scattered around the bed and by its sides two bedside tables holding picture frames and some night lamps. 

Sebastian laid her on the centre of the bed and she couldn’t help but dip into the luxurious cotton bedding, a small giggle escaping her lips out of pure comfort. She guessed this was what sleeping in a cloud must felt. 

   - What side do you like to sleep on? - he questioned, trying to hide his smile from observing her relish on the softness of the bedding’s material. 

   - Oh, no, it’s alright. - she raised her head. - I’ll sleep on whichever one is lost. 

   - No, angel. This won’t fly with me ... - he crawled up to her. - You’re not my handmaid. When you’re with me you get first pick and you get what’s best. 

   - But I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. - she chewed on her lip, eyes lowering down to her hands. Should she even be here? If so, she shouldn’t be making decisions like a queen, she was a handmaid and that was it. 

   - I could never be uncomfortable next to you. - his fingers picked her chin but unlike Mr. Williams, it was a soft touch, a beautiful view. How could she not let her morals out the window when those cerulean eyes bore themselves into hers? - So which side is gonna be?

  - The one facing the window. - she leaned against the pillows, pushing the duvet over her body. - Goodnight, Sebastian.

  - Goodnight, angel. - he kissed the top of her nose.

All her worries seemed to wash away as his arms wrapped around her waist and she let herself go to sleep. Maybe she was a bad person, maybe she was a good one but right now she was just a person hopelessly devoted to a man who was just a man right now. The night went by seamlessly without any noise and without any nightmares and just as morning rose, Y/N was up on her feet and already on the kitchen trying to cook, much to Amelia’s dismay. 

   - You’re acting like a headless chicken, Miss Y/N. - Amelia grabbed the pot of boiling water away from the handmaiden. - Someone had a good night sleep.

   - Maybe ... - she sighed dreamingly, sitting on the top chair, her mind forgetting that she had just slept in the same bed as Gwen’s fiancée. Should she feeling guilty? If so, why was Y/N so happy? 

   - I’m guessing it’s not all because it’s Christmas season. - the maid put a plate of eggs and bacon in front of the young girl. - Should I be too intrusive to wonder if Mr. Stan had any to do with such glee?

   - I don’t kiss and tell.

   - I certainly do. - Y/N moved to see Gwen walk into the kitchen with a smirk on her lips. - I never thought a man would be that talented with just their hands. 

   - You certainly have no filter do you? - Y/N smiled at her friend who grabbed a plate of breakfast for her. - So, what are you planning to do today?

   - Christmas shopping. - she shrugged. - I need to get dad and Dan something before we go back home. 

   - I forgot it was that close already. - in the midst of all her confusion, Y/N had forgotten with how time had flied and in no time she would be able to return home for the holidays.

   - I sure hope I get that birkin this year. - she sighed.

   - You already have a birkin, Gwen. 

   - Yeah, one. Have you ever heard of any mob associate wife, daughter or partner with just one birkin bag? 

   - It’s just a bag.

   - It’s a status symbol, Y/N. - she pointed out.

   - Isn’t being almost married to the mob boss of the most powerful family a status symbol?

   - Maybe Sebastian should give me a Birkin.

   - Keep dreaming, Genevieve. - Y/N bite the inside of her cheek as she recognised the voice coming from behind the two of them. As per usual, he was already dressed in his traditional polished suit and as he walked towards his coffee machine, his hand lingered on Y/N’s lower back making her shiver in anxiety over Gwen noticing it. The heiress, however, did not notice it, too busy in her daydream about getting another Birkin for Christmas from either her father or her fiancée to be. The same fiancée Y/N had spent the night with. - It’s too much money for a bag. 

   - Oh c’mon. - Gwen rolled her eyes. - Every single girl has wanted a Hermes bag, even Y/N wanted one when she was younger.

   - Not a Birkin. - she pointed out. She did remember seeing a black and white photo of Grace Kelly with a big black bag which had hypnotised her as a young girl obsessed with royalty and their wardrobe. 

   - Still ... - the heiress got up from her seat. - I’ll meet you in five, Y/N. Better bring some comfortable shoes. 

   - Will do. - Y/N spoke against her cup while the heiress walked back to her room with a spring in her step. 

  - I must say, angel, I wouldn’t picture you as one to want an expensive bag. 

  - Grace Kelly had one. - she shrugged. - I should go and get ready, Gwen takes shopping seriously.

  - You should buy yourself something too. It’s on me, angel. 

  - No, it’s fine, I don’t need anything. - she really didn’t. Maybe she needed a conscience or a therapist to help her figure out why was she not running away from the very much promised mob boss but other than that she was pretty much happy with what she had. - Besides Christmas is about family and being with those who we love. 

  - That is awfully considerate of you but still, it must not feel good to watch someone shop and get nothing for yourself.

  - I can manage. - she smiled. - I’ll see you later, Sebastian.

  - See you later, angel.

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[sleekervae]

The Neighbour [1.5]

Masterlist

A/N: Gooooood Mooooorning! Start your day off right with a healthy dose of filth 😈

Trigger Warning: smut, nudity, marijuana (don’t do drugs, kids!), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), fluff at the end

Eva watched the smoke ascend toward the ceiling, her head swaying gently to the soft tunes tingling from the stereo in the background. The lights in Sebastian's house were turned down low but the large wall of windows allowed a spectacular view of the city of angels, lighting up the night all the way into the back patio.

Sebastian and some more of his friends were splashing around in the pool, giddy drunk after having just blown the candles off the custom Mishka birthday cake Larissa had ordered for him. And having enjoyed her own piece of chocolatey goodness she found herself sitting back on the couch with Remington and a few of their friends,  conversations and laughter passing in and out through her ears.

Remington had a joint in between his fingers and was passing it between their friends as they all reclined. He was laughing about something with Andy, he couldn't remember what it was now but he felt funny, regardless. Eva's eyelids were heavy as she glanced up at him, the sound of his laugh like happy pearls of popping boba in her ears and she rested her head against his shoulder.

"You still with us?" he chuckled, waving a hand in front of her face. Eva raised her own hand to meet his, linking their fingers and she nodded.

"I'm a little baked -- I think," she replied, looking up to the ceiling as though in deep thought.

"I think you're more than a little baked," he said, though not objecting when she took the joint back and took her puff. His lips curled into a smile as he leaned in, eyes locking with hers as she pressing her lips to his, holding the smoke in her mouth until they both parted their lips and she blew into his mouth. His lips were warm, soft, and she just pulled back, waiting until he'd exhaled to capture him in a needy kiss.

"You're gonna' have to carry me back home, then," she teased, smiling against his lips. She kissed Remington's neck softly and rested her head back on his shoulder. Remington chuckled to himself and pulled her further into his side, his thumb stroking over her bare arm.

"Hey Rem, pass it?" Larissa's friend, Katrina, asked. Rem nodded, taking one quick puff himself and passing the joint to Katrina.

"C'mere, darlin'," Remington wrapped both his arms around her as she snaked her arms around his torso.

She hummed quietly, "You look sooo fuckin' good in this shirt," she muttered, her voice low and gravelly. He was wearing a thin white muscle tee that he had rediscovered in his closet, putting his well-toned arms on full display. Eva grinned as she leaned into Remington's ear, her lips brushing softly against his skin, "But you look so much better out of it," and she gently bit the lobe.

Remington smirked and pecked her lips, "Someone's getting excited," he whispered. She often did when she was under the influence. Eva simply smiled and kissed his cheek.

By the time they came home it was somewhere around two in the morning, with Remington practically hanging off of Eva as they wandered up those three flights of stairs to her place. She struggled to locate her keys in her bag, woefully distracted as he attacked her neck and shoulder in kisses. When she did find the key and opened the door they immediately rushed inside, with Pluto not paying the giddy, intoxicated couple any mind as he slept soundly in his bed.

Eva fell back into her bed, throwing her hands behind her head as she watched him pull off his shirt and struggled out of his black skinny jeans. She smiled at the faint silhouette of his body in whatever small light came through the bedroom.

He smirked when he caught her staring, "Take a pic, why don't you?"

She shrugged simply, "I was right," she sighed, "You always look better without a shirt,"

"Shameless, aren't you?" he crawled over her on the bed, her airy giggles music in his ears as he caught her lips with his own.

His eyes fluttered shut and sighed against her lips, cupping her face into his hands, deepening the kiss. He tasted so good, smelled absolutely intoxicating, the herbal scent mixing with his cologne.

She bit down on his bottom lip lightly, drawing a soft moan from him and letting her hand wander down his bare chest.

He ran his fingers through her hair, his tongue finding its way to dance with hers and she moaned softly. Eva was relaxed, had found it so easy to relieve stress with him but his kisses had more effect on her than any hit possibly could.

They both pulled for air at the same time, giggling quietly when their eyes met again. Eva made Remington so happy, so carefree, he was on cloud nine.

He rested his head in the crook of her neck, shutting his eyes as her fingers raked through his hair, "Eva..."

"Yes?"

"Call me crazy, but I think I'm falling in love with you," his heavy eyes watched for her reaction, her flushed lips curling up in a smile and her dark eyes twinkling in the small slivers of light.

She tittered quietly, "I don't have to think about it. I've loved you from the moment I first saw your smile and ran into your arms, and my God, you felt just like home..."

Remington giggled quietly, "You should recite in bed more often,"

"I came up with that just now," she beamed, playing with his hair and kissing him again, passionate and slow.

He hummed, returning the kiss with equally as much passion. His hands came down on her sides and he rolled them over so she sat in his lap, moaning when she wrapped her legs around him, brushing against his tent that hadn't remained unaffected after watching her dancing, smoking and licking her lips, kissing him with so much lust, it drove him crazy.

He was already crazy about Eva sober but whenever he was under any type of influence, anything Eva did was highly arousing to him and he couldn't keep his mind from wandering.

She rolled her hips to grind into his, breaking the kiss to let her lips descend on a trail of kisses down the sharp edge of his jaw and to his neck, sucking lightly on his skin while keeping one hand on his bicep, the other roaming his chest and his shoulders, tracing the outline of his adam's apple when she made him swallow hard and he bucked his hips up into hers.

It was like nothing around them mattered; he was the only thing filling all of her senses, his warm skin, his scent that just drew Eva in and made her want to taste every inch of him. Little breaths and sounds falling from his lips and she just wanted to make him louder, see him come undone for her.

He ran his hands under dress and to her back, effortlessly pulling it over her head, unclasping her bra, and he slowly moved the straps down her arms, caressing her skin.

She discarded the bra and looked at him, his hair messy, a soft bruise forming on his neck and she pressed her hips into his, wrapping her arms around him and kissing him deeply again, moving him to rest back against the headboard.

Her bare breasts pressed up against his chest, she felt her nipples hardening, sensitive to every bit of friction and moaned softly into his mouth. He held the back of her head to keep her close to him, almost losing his mind. All he could hear was her soft breathing, her moans, the soft sounds he could never get enough of. In the distance, he heard the thrum of the dryer down the hall, cars rushing by outside but when she moved to grind her hips into his again, biting down on his bottom lip, she had his full attention.

Remington's other hand descended down her back, pushing her hips into his by cupping her ass and Eva moaned softly when his hand slipped inside her underwear, chuckling into the kiss. She was dripping wet for him, humping him needily through the material of her underwear, desperate for more friction to satisfy that itch throbbing between her legs.

"You're soaked, babe..." he breathed, breaking the kiss and licking his lips, his fingers brushing up teasingly against her folds.

She whimpered, pushing back into his touch desperately. She needed him, wanted him bad, "Rem..."

With renewed vigour, he rubbed his finger in circles. He felt her bundle of nerves and the slick dribbling over her. With their eyes still locked on each other he teased his finger up her slit. She jolted at his touch and he smirked.

"I haven't even done anything and you're already this wet for me?" he grinned, teasing his finger up once more.

"Don't tease, please," she practically whined, and Remington's eyes darkened at her form of submission. He kissed her roughly and inserted his finger into her once again.

She gasped in his mouth as he twirled his finger inside of her and she rose on her legs so he could get a better angle. He pumped into her languidly, then when he added a second finger she moaned loudly and knocked her forehead against his. He tilted his head so he could still see her face as he twiddled and scissored his fingers inside her.

And just as she got that fine edge of ecstasy, he retreated his hand from her, making her whine with need but once she caught up to what he was doing, she lifted her hips to allow him to push down his underwear, licking her lips at the sight of him.

He kicked off his briefs and hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties at the back, tugging them down to expose her butt, kneading it lightly before pushing her to lie forward to him so he could push her panties down until she could fling them off, whimpering as she trembled against him, his cock brushing against her clit.

"Remington, please..." Eva whispered, sitting up to straddle him but he gripped her hip with one hand, restricting her movement and instead brushing his thumb against her clit, teasing her and she watched him needily, attempting to push into his touch with each flick of his thumb

He just shook his head, holding her where she was, his eyes fixated on her delicate face. "Look at me, darling,"

She blushed, pressing her lips together as she looked down at him. He always wanted to see her, was completely fascinated by her "I need more..." she whimpered, looking back at him with big eyes.

Remington bit his lip, keeping his eyes on hers as he gripped his cock, stroking himself slowly, rubbing his tip against her entrance.

She whined with need, her body trembling but once again, he held her too tight for her to move. He was underneath her but he had all the control, could move her as he pleased.

The empty feeling inside Eva was driving her mad, she was aching for him to be inside her. "Please..." she pleaded again.

He smirked, he couldn't resist that look in her eyes. Without warning, he loosened his grip on her hip and with instinctive movements, despite his restriction now successful, she sank down on him, his cock slipping all the way inside easily, making her moan loudly as he filled her up all at once.

He groaned and shivers ran down her spine and she gripped on to his hands, squeezing them to adjust to the overwhelming feeling. Her eyes filled with tears of intensity and she pressed herself up against him desperately. "Shit..."

"Fuck..." he moaned, kissing her temple. "You're so tight ... so fuckin' hot and tight..."

He walls fluttered around him, squeezing him and he pushed his hips up against hers, hitting deep inside her and they both moaned softly. He felt incredible.

Once she'd adjusted to his size and released his hands, she attempted to sit up, hands sprawled out on his chest for leverage and she started riding him slowly, rolling her hips.

His eyes were fixated on her breasts swaying, her chest rising and falling and he bit down his lip, soft moans escaping him. Sweat was cascading down his chest and he pushed his hips into hers each time she sank down on him, groaning and helping her slow movements on his cock, sending little shocks of pleasure up her body each time he hit deep inside her.

"You're taking me so good, Eva," he moaned, "You're so fuckin' good,"

She whimpered, feeling herself getting wetter around him, squeezing him inside her when their hips met.

He moaned loudly, wrapping one arm around her to pull her body flush against his, his hand coming down to slap her butt, making her cry out and push down onto him roughly, and he started to thrust into her hard and fast.

"Ahhh, Rem..." she moaned, trembling. She was at his mercy completely and just wanted more.

He groaned, angling his hips to push deeper inside her and she threw her head back, whimpering with each of his deep thrusts.

He dipped his head to her chest and roughly took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking lightly on it, his hand toying with her other breast before switching. She was oversensitive, all she could do was rock with him, he made her feel so good.

"Rem, I -- ah!"

He nodded eagerly, letting her fall against him and pulling her close, brushing his fingers through her hair, "Let go, darlin," he whispered, increasing the speed of his hips. "All over my cock,"

She whimpered desperately and her body shook as her walls contracted around him, drawing him in and he buried himself deep inside her, groaning as she came all over him, squeezing him.

Triggered by her orgasm, he bucked his hips up and released inside her with a groan, letting the pleasure wash over his body as he held onto Eva tightly in his arms, her breasts rubbing against his chest as their hips rocked together slowly, riding out their orgasms together.

She lifted her head that felt much heavier now and pressed a soft kiss to his nose, stroking the ridge of it gently.

"Damn, baby..." Remington huffed, looking up at her with wild eyes.

"You fuck me so good..." she giggled, running her fingers through his sweaty hair.

He giggled, bucking his hips up into hers again.

She whimpered at the feeling. She was so sensitive, "R-Rem, fuck..."

"Sorry," he chuckled and lifted her hips with his hands, his cock slipping out of her and they both sighed at the loss of that tight, hot feeling between her legs. She collapsed beside him, her skin covered in a thin veil of sweat but tingles shot up her body, she felt deliciously satisfied.

Though it wasn't their first time having sex, Eva always felt the same way every time they finished. And for the times he forgot to grab a condom, they had a backup in her taking the pill. The way he touched her, fucked her, whether he was soft or rough, he always took great care of her.

And that was what Remington did as he retreated to the bathroom, cleaning himself up first before bringing back a warm damp towel for Eva. When he came back into the bedroom he found she was on her phone, typing.

"That's kinda' rude," he remarked jokingly, "Considering what we just did,"

Eva chuckled as she placed her phone back on the bedside table, happily taking the small towel he brought, "I was just writing that line I thought of, just in case I forget it tomorrow,"

When she finished he tossed the towel into the hamper and crawled back into bed, pulling her in to snuggle against him and drawing the covers over their bodies. Her fingers traced the lines in his chest and abdomen, drawing over the ink of his emblem tattoo. Her high had worn off a tad in the adrenaline and ecstacy and all she could feel now was fatigue, his own hazy brown eyes mirroring her own.

"I mean it, you know," she said quietly, garnering his attention, "You feel like home to me,"

He smiled sleepily, still drunk on the alcohol and weed but as well as the delicate look on her face, and the gravelly hum of her voice, "Is that your way of telling me you love me? Because I meant it when I said it,"

"You said you think you love me," she pointed out.

"And after the last five minutes I'm now bordering on pretty certain," he replied.

Her fingers drifted over the cross just off from his centre chest, "So, what's holding you back from being absolutely certain?"

He was silent for a moment as he thought it through, sobering up quickly, and at first he thought of the reasons she had for him holding back. But it didn't take Remington much to realize that it wasn't Eva he had issue with...

"I am," he admitted, "You make me happy, there's no questioning that. But I have my good days and I have my bad days, and I've been thinking about what you'll think of me on those bad days. I think what I'm trying to say is I don't want to do something or... or you see something that's going to change how you feel about me, o-or make you leave,"

Eva's hand traveled to rest on the curve of his neck, a comforting touch as she looked at him with ease and assurance, "You don't understand what I mean when I say you feel like home. A home is supposed to be safe, happy, but it can also be a complicated environment with unresolved issues. I always liked that metaphor because in a good, stable home, everybody helps everybody with their shit. And it may be hard, but if you put enough effort and care into a person, the relationship stands strong, and the home isn't just a place of happiness it also becomes a place of healing,"

He stayed silent, queuing her to continue, "I listened to your album, I know you went through shit. And it's not my job by any means to try and fix you, you've already done most of the hard work. It's up to me to make sure that you remember that the bad days, and the awful things -- they don't define who you are. What you do from this point, and what you've accomplished: that defines you. And you're a pretty awesome little weirdo, if I do say so myself,"

She chuckled abashedly at the end. Her words permeated his brain and calmed his heart that was thrumming nervously in his chest. And to drive her point home, she pressed her finger into the corner of his lip to put a lopsided smile on his face, quickly reforming into an actual smile. She traced the curve of his upper lip, giggling when he parted his lips, snapping to bite her finger but she pulled it back with a giggle, and Remington's heart spreading a warmth through him that could only ever be caused by hearing the sound of Eva's laughter.

"Okay, I'm certain," he decided, his soft giggles filled her ears once again, his warm arms wrapping tighter around her and he pressed himself closer to her warm skin, "I'm in love with you, Eva Kuznetsov,"

She sank further into his arms, her body melting into his embrace as he half lay on top of her but she never minded him smothering her, he was warm, he smelled so good and being close to him was simply her favourite thing, "I'm in love with you too, Remington Leith... Kropp?" she propped an eyebrow, giggling again, "Do I throw that in at the end?"

Remington rolled his eyes, "Nah, doesn't roll off the tongue as nicely," he decided.

"Really? Remington Leith Kropp," she repeated, "Sounds pretty romantic to me..."

"G'night, Eva," he chuckled, she nuzzled into the crook of his neck, with half his body draped on top of hers, both of them smelling like herbs, booze, and warm covers.

"G'night, Remington,"