#sebastian what a jerk lol

[deformedcat]

the fake princess

pairing: reincarnated male reader x yandere prince oc

fic includes: arranged marriage, cross dressing, reader's death (briefly mentioned), Dom to sub bottom male reader, rough sex, rimming 2x, gruwhdbwb will add more in the morning

note: THIS IS NOT FINISHED!! tumblr is rlly messing me up by posting my work earlier whenever i save my draft lol. feel free to read as i write the ending. reader is male! a male!! a certain character will be calling him "lady" for the plot!! i wont spoil much but please keep that in mind ;; this is messy lmao

poor you were just on the way back to your apartment after a barbeque party with your friends— until a drunk man grabbed you from the dark alley way and stabbed you in the stomach and pussied out after he realized what he did.

is this how you die? fuck, he couldve do you a favour by taking you out in one go and not run away?? loser behaviour.

you laid down in your own blood in the dimly lit alley way, your vision slowly getting blurry as your surrounding turns into a blur of colours and into nothing.

before slipping into darkness, you heard a loud voice shouting out your name. its too late, bootlicking shitfuck.

you opened your eyes by the sound of bird chipping, you stared up at the bright blue sky accompanied by someone with dark brown hair and green eyes staring back at you.

"Lady Amador.. it's time to go back to the palace. the prince is looking foward for you during lunch time."

who the fuck is lady amador, and why are they wearing a maid outfit?

sitting up, you take note of the grass underneath you instead of the rough concrete floor from earlier- are you hallucinating to the point youre in this nice garden..? huh, why are you wearing a dress, did a creep kidnapped you and dress you in one of their grandma's dresses?!

panicking, you got up towards the pond and looked into your own reflection. you still looked the same as before, you cant say the same since your hair looked much longer and the light makeup on your face.

lady amador.. prince?? garden.. holy- is that a palace behind you?! whats going on?!

before you could brainstorm any longer, the person from earlier waved their hand in front of you, catching your attention. "lady amador, its time to go. prince sebastian is looking for you."

prince sebastian? sebastian..

slowly, everything clicked to you, did you really reincarnated as one of the characters in the novel "The Villainess's Ultimate Plan!" holy shit.

you touched your face, and then looked into the pond again, that face..

the villainess younger brother?!

the one who disguised as the protagonist.. the one that planned the entire scheme to assassinate the crown prince but end up getting beheaded one day after the wedding night?!

with that information, your vision fade into black once again.

"My lady?!"

jerking awake, you hunched over, clasping a hand against your face. you slowly takes a few deep breathe, you slowly brought your hand away.

you looked to your side, the same person from earlier is standing next to you with a worried expression. not only them, a man with bright gold hair is sitting on a chair nearby reading a book.

prince fucking sebastian. the man that you're supposed to kill during you and the prince's wedding night.

he looked up from his book and walked up to you, you flinched away when he raised his hand, he stopped his action before he promptly caressing your face.

"you, please step out of Lady Penelope's room." he ordered the person (the maid maybe?), and they complied.

there was an awkward silence in the room, he was still holding your face, you looked at the side, scared to hold any eye contact with the man in front of you.

"look at me." he said in a stern voice, like a mom scolding her child.

so you did, afraid of any consequences. (since he was the same man that's willing to destroy the kingdom for your supposed sister.)

he let go of your face before sitting onto the side of the bed, his face is blank,, as if he dont care about you, but the worried tone in his voice said otherwise.

"y/n." you jumped at the name, how did he know your name- wasnt he supposed to call you by your sister's name ?! before you can say amything, he cut you off.

"..i was waiting for you at the dining table, but i got the news of you fainting in the garden right after waking up from your nap."

"..i apologize."

he leans in towards you, settling his hands onto your face once again as if to inspect for any injuries, he lets go once again when he saw no visible injuries.

"i know you prefer to be called lady amador when it comes to appearing as your sister, but a maid was here, and i have to convince people we have a medium love with each other.

especially when our wedding night is two days from now on."

what. the story already started?! no- screw that, how did he know you were pretending to be penelope?!

"how did you know im not lady penelope?" you kissed your teeth, gripping onto the comforter, subtly slapping the prince's hand away when he tried to reach for yours.

"lady penelope had sent a letter to me, personally stating about her plan, and we agreed on one term: i keep you safe and she sends me information of the war, simple.

though, i shall say, youre quite the beauty."

you were about to curse at penelope but your ears becoming warm after he said that, he chuckled before getting up of the bed.

"most married or engaged couples have monthly night together, and ours is two night from now on. we wont do anything sensual, do not worry."

"what-"

"see you tomorrow at lunch, dear." he kissed you on the forehead before walking out of your room.

for the next two days, you learnt the person at the garden is your personal maid, Andrea. apparently she found you laying on the ground at the garden (that sebastian built for you.) after you stated you were gonna take a stroll.

you also met your personal knight, William, Penelope's second love interest but was sadly killed when he defended you during your trail.

the three of you got along well, often seen having conversation near the garden or having tea party together. sebastian watched from his office and smiled at the sight of you chatting with Andrea.

william on the other hand,, have been too close to you for his liking. he nearly ripped an important paper when he saw william wiping off some biscuit crumbs from your face- why is he so touchy? Andrea couldve done that using a napkin.

he broke his pen, the black ink soaked his hand and his paper work. did you like damian better than him? why did you become flustered when the knight spoke about something?

should he get rid of him?

how troublesome.

he remembered when a butler and notify him what happened to you. he nearly tear down the entire palace when you didnt wake up for two hours he almost frown when you flinched and move away from him when he reach out to you. the way you were nervous around him,,

he slowly calmed down, reminding himself that you and his night together is tonight. he sighed, he should finish his work first then meet you tonight.

back in your chamber, Andrea and a few other maids helped you to get ready, even helping you to take a bath. you enjoyed the smell of lavender from the soapy water, an old maid massaged your body when you're just soaking inside the bathtub.

the old lady was kind enough to even offer you a drink as she tells you stories of her youth.

after that and when Andrea deemed you 'clean', began to dress you into a white night gown made with the finest silk, the strap of the grown barely hanging on your shoulder. the maid had explained that you have to wear this because 'the prince gave the gown as a gift.'

was he not shameless when his gift includes a set of lingerie?!

you fidget around with the ring, Andrea styled your hair into a loose braid, making sure you look presentable before leading you to the prince's chamber. you insisted that you walked by yourself, so she went back to the maid headquarter.

walking down the dimly lit hallway, no one is wandering except for a few knight patrolling. you soon arrived in front of his room, knocking a few time to make your presence known "sir sebastian-"

before you could finish, sebastian opened the door and grab you by the waist, dragging you into the room.

he lifts you up and carries you to the spacious bed, he gently laid you down and take a whiff of your scent before mumbled out a "you smells nice.."

you looked at him with wide eyes, he was only wearing a robe- your eyes wonders down and sees his toned body that he had clearly worked on. he noticed you and grinned, taking your hand and putting it on his chest

"like what you see?"

if you could kill him right now you would.

instead, you pushed him down the bed, him lying down on the bed and you on top.

"what if i do?

also.. i will be the one in charge tonight."

you leaned down, opening his robe hastily and take one nipple into your lips.

sebastian nearly flipped you over, but he held himself back. he moaned when you grinned onto his crotch, he lightly tugged your hair, leaning in as if asking for a kiss.

you gave him what he wanted, he softly moaned into the kiss, slowly his hand make its way towards your shorts, pulling it down your ankle before he pulls away from the kiss.

he sat up against the bed frame and settled you on his lap, he took in the sight of you wearing his gift- that he had commissioned for it to fit you, and god.

you are so pretty.

hair messy from the kissing session, the collar of the gown was low enough for him to see the lacey bra, a garter designed with silver lining tightly wrapped around your thigh and the underwear that only covered your erected cock-

he want to eat you up,,

so he did.

Sebastian was known to be a beast in bed as he was known in the battlefield,, was what the novel described him.

Unfortunately they were true to their words, his thrust was harsh and deep, creating impacts thats enough to make you cry out.

so much of being gentle?! he even ripped off your outfit, leaving you naked!

he was nice enough to eat you out earlier, even giving you to opportunity to ride his face.

sebastian continue with this harsh pace, holding one of your leg onto his shoulder while another holds your hand. his apologized multiple times while grunting, saying things likes

"im sorry- ah! youre so tight!"

"mm- if you keep moaning like that- hng! i wont be able to slow down-"

"dear.. mmh.. im sorry.. i'll take care of you later-!" im gonna kill you, you handsome bastard!!

you clung onto him on each thrust, it just feel so-! sebastian suddenly changed the position, pushing you on your knees while holding your arms at the back,

"se-sebasti- ah! wait-! mngh!" he holds your hand behind you back tightly to ground you, the position didnt help at all, you couldnt muffle your moans and his dick reach deeper than it did in the previous position.

he panted, letting go of your arms fearing that your arm is sore. he gave an apologetic kiss on your forehead before continuing .

he grunted when you tighten around him, he tried to sooth you by giving stroking your cock, but that only add to the pleasure as you cried out of overstimulation.

you felt like you were melting.

you had climax into sebastian's hand, fuck- why isnt he stopping-?! you continued to cry out before he stuff his finger with your cum into your mouth, you immediately bit onto his fingers to muffle your moans.

his climax came sooner than you expected, he twitched and came inside. he slowed down his thrust, riding out his climax before pulling out.

you panted, thinking its over,, until sebastian gripped your aas and spread them apart revealing your winking hole, dripping out his children batter.

without hesitation, he dive in as if its his last meal, slurping and eating his own cum. you moaned at this, trying to push him away but he stayed still.

"what are you-"

"round 2? gotta have heirs for the future y'know.." he said with a toothy grin, flipping you over your back and pressing you thigh until your ankle reach your chest.

"ah?!"

the knights guarding outside sebastian's chamber looked at each other then looked down, the two of them had an erection from your moaning- tone it down sometimes!

a/n: not proud with this one, will check and edit it in the morning (its 3.56 am right now) goodnight ^_^

[peachy-skies-writings]

Stardew Valley - Sharing a Bed with the Bachelors - Headcanons (SFW)

Pairing: SDV!Bachelors x GN!Reader

A/N: this is the first time I've done a headcanon so let me know what you think?

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💚🏈 Alex 🏈💚

Falls asleep so quickly my gOD IT'S FRUSTRATING. Maybe it's all the working out he does but as soon as his head is on that pillow, he's gone.

Alex snores. Loud. He's not as bad now you've got him those nose strips though.

This man runs laps in his sleep. So much for a relaxing sleep and trying to recover from the days exercise. Gains are gains.

Big spoon. Will cuddle (and is actually still if he cuddles so that's a plus for you).

Alex wakes up early - his training means he gets up around the same time as you do on the farm. Definitely will wake you up in other ways if you catch my drift.

🧡📖 Elliot 📖🧡

Elliot doesn't fall asleep straight away, he'd sit up in bed for a while reading a chapter of a book or doing some journaling.

It's not really snoring, more like breathing heavier than he does during the day. It's not noticeable really unless he has his nose against your ear.

Occasionally turns over in his sleep but mostly stays in the same position and is laid on his back, he's got to make sure his hair doesn't frizz (he also has a silk pillow, you're welcome)

He'll let you cuddle into him but as he's laid on his back, he's not really a spoon - more like a spatula. You can put your head on his chest though and snuggle in and he'll wrap one arm around you.

Gets up later than you but wakes up around the same time. He'll give you a good morning kiss and let you get on with your work.

🤍🩺 Harvey 🩺🤍

He's quiet and tends to fall asleep quite quickly unless he's had a stressful day or he's worried about a patient.

Harvey doesn't snore much, only if he's had wine. He has the decency to turn away from you and be the little spoon if he's had a glass or two though.

He stays pretty still in his sleep but doesn't that weird jerk thing occasionally as he's falling asleep. Y'know the one?

Other than after the wine, he'll be the big spoon - he likes to protect you as much as he can. He's also definitely not correcting your posture as you sleep - what are you talking about?

He gets up earlier than you on a weekend so that he can bring you breakfast in bed, telling you that it's healthy to stay in bed longer sometimes.

💙🎸Sam 🎸💙

Just yaps until he gets too tired and falls asleep. Talks about nonsense with you until his eyes start getting tired and he begins having his sentences interrupted with yawns. Then it's lights out.

Sam doesn't really snore, more like talks in his sleep. Just nonsense though. Although occasionally he comes out with something funny that you tell him about in the morning.

Tosses and turns, you'd think he was awake with all the sleep talking and moving. He's not violent in the way he moves though, he's quite fluid so it barely disturbs you.

Sometimes you wake up and Sam is basically laid on top of you cuddling you. He just loves feeling close to you and sleepy Sam just loves to snuggle.

Sam is already cuddling you when he wakes up so he just snuggles in further - trying to get as close as he can (and probably trying to get a few more minutes of sleep). Will grumble when your alarm goes off.

💜🎮Sebastian 🎮💜

Sebastian doesn't go to bed until he's actually tired so usually it's lights out as soon as his head hits the pillow. If he's had a bad day though, he's wide awake reliving everything he's ever done wrong (A/N: same lol) and you'd have to comfort him to get him to drift off.

He doesn't really snore, only if he's laid on his back (and even then it's only gentle). He knows though, so he tries to sleep on his side so that he doesn't disturb your sleep.

If you didn't see him breathing, you'd think he was dead. That's how little Sebastian moves.

At first he's a bit apprehensive about cuddling you, worried that he'll get too warm (boy is a furnace) but he starts to really enjoy it, especially when he's having those bad days - they really help him relax. He doesn't mind if he's big or little spoon, he just enjoys being close to you.

Wakes up pretty sleepy still and will move over to your side of the bed for comfort and warmth when you get up to begin farm work. He'll go back to sleep for a little but will wake up and make you a cup of coffee for when you're out of the shower.

🖤🐓Shane 🐓🖤

He plays on his phone for about an hour before he falls asleep - either on social media (doomscrolling) or on whatever the SDV universe's version of tiktok is.

Depending on how much beer he's had or if he's now sober, his snore will be louder than Grand Central Station if he's been drinking. If he's not been, it's still there but it's manageable for you to sleep.

Barely moves in his sleep. He's used to animals in the house so has trained himself not to roll over onto them. He used to not-so-secretly let Charlie (his chicken) sleep on his bed.

He's either big spoon or you're laid with your head on his chest. The only time he's little spoon is if he's poorly and needs some extra lovin'.

Shane wakes up with you in his arms and he's just so damn happy. He's a bit groggy from sleep but he holds you just a little tighter.

[domreader-headcannon-scenarios]

Now hear me out... What if, and stick with me here, what if we suck off both of Sebastian's dicks and finger that spot you mentioned in the last post?

(Post mentioned: https://www.tumblr.com/domreader-headcannon-scenarios/762907195459452928/fish-pussy-fish-pussy-fish-pussy-i-need-to-eat-him)

I really love this!! (I’m leaving the ‘spot’ vague unless asked lol I’m justvweird.)

Sebastian

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Cw: oral and fingering, two cocks

Sebastian rested against the cloth and fabric on the ground ment to be his ‘bed’. Though his cocks remained inside him, the slit was already a little loose from your fingers gently rubbing him. You gently pressed down and inserted a few fingers into him, with a light upwards press, you felt one of his cocks.

“You know…it would be easier to just…’flash’ me or maybe talk a little spicy to me to get them out?” He complained, though you felt the cock lightly throb and harden. “There’s no way this is convenient for you.”

You chuckled and gently pressed against his cock until you felt them both and then with a gentle but firm grip, you pull them out. Sebastian gasped, instinctively grabbing your wrist. “Don’t grab my wrist it’ll slow this down.”

Sebastian hissed, slowly releasing your wrist. “Don’t just pull them out! It’s uncomfortable, if you’re going through be rough I’ll coax them out-“ He groan as you lightly squeeze his cocks, his face turning darker blue at the ‘squelch ’ his cocks make upon being pulled out.

“Well you’re hard and they’re out, did that hurt?” You tease, earning a little whine. He shakes his head hesitently with a whimper. “Then let’s continue now that there’s space…”

Sebastian looked confused over you comment on ‘space’ only for you to shove three fingers into his slit, making him whimper. You duck down, taking his cocks into your mouth and begin sucking them slowly to ease yourself into taking his writhing cocks.

“Gaah! A-a warning would be appreciated!” Sebastian cried out, bucking his hips, trying to force his cocks futher into your mouth. He mewls softly, cocks jerking at the contact. You angle your fingers to curl towards you as you deepthroated his cocks.

Sebastian’s tail smacked harshly against the ground, loud whines escaped him as you taste his pre drooling from his cocks. As your fingers pressed into his sensitive walls, hitting the most delicate patch of flesh in him with no mercy while you suck his cocks earnestly.

Sebastian cries out and his tail desperately wraps around your waste for leverage. He squeezes your waist while pressing your head down, trembling as you keep sucking on his cocks, he doesn’t let you up until you drag your nails along his sweet spot, dragging him back to reality.

Sebastian whimper hoarsely but releases your head, trembling, he can’t look you in the eye. “D-don’t you dare try to stop…I’m going to…” He huffs, collapsing against the ‘bed’, his tail loosening as you resume your efforts.

He swaps between thrusting into your mouth and grinding against your fingers, until while you give a harsh suck of his cocks, you simultaneously relentlessly rub his sweet spot. Sebastian hisses, his tail tightly gripping your leg as you keep going.

He growls and whines, sounding more like an animal than he did a moment ago, with a quick burst of energy his tail grabs your waist tightly and he flips the position. He growl, bucking against you with a newfound desperation for release.

He whines as his cocks swell and to his surprise, you take advantage of the position…

You let your free hand reach behind him, pressing down on his hips right as you hook your fingers inside him and jab his sweet spot while sucking his cocks as hard as you could.

Sebastian’s growl devolves to a weak whine as he hits his peak, collapsing above you as his cocks release torrents of cum, his insides squeeze your fingers, forcing more pressure against him, earning weak whimpers as he lay limp above you. With a triumphant grin, you roll him off you, pulling his cocks out of your mouth, you pant, catching your breath.

“I wasn’t expecting you to go all out.” You tease, earning a low whine of protest.

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[harrypotterandthefandomaccount]

worthy of trust

pairing: sebastian sallow x fem!reader

warnings: sebastian being a jerk & calling you ignorant, angst, feeling like you lost a friend but he makes it up to you with a lil kiss

note: i've been obsessed with hogwarts legacy and the gameplay itself is just phenomenal. 39 hours into the game lol and still so much to do, so enjoy this sebastian oneshot. based on his questline, in the shadow of the mine i think?

important note: i do NOT support hate towards the transgender or LGBTQ+ community. JKR has made her stance very clear and i could not disagree and be disgusted with her more. this fic and future ones merely pertain to the character(s) in hogwarts legacy and to my knowledge, JKR had no part in the game. if you are still mad i play the game/write fics for hogwarts legacy, you can scroll past this. thank you!

you had no qualms about trusting lodgok since sirona ryan had known him for years, along with miriam. while the both of you had been albeit hesitant at first towards one another, he had proven his loyalty to stopping ranrok and was actively trying to be one step ahead of him - which is exactly what you, sebastian, and the others wanted.

however, when the opportunity arose to tell sebastian about lodgok, it all came flooding back to you - anne.

you and sebastian had just finished clearing out a cavern of arachnids, which quite honestly, was pretty exciting. you had even reminded him that well, spiders aren't insects.

"don't you start," he had responded, a small smirk on his face.

after finding the last piece to the tryptich and hoping to solve the mystery concerning isidora morganach, returning to the undercroft was the last step. you both were eager to see if the portrait piece would fit, and once it had been placed, you were able to breathe.

"please tell me you recognize the location in this bit of canvas," you said, turning around to face your slytherin partner in crime.

he sighed, "the good news is, i do, in fact."

your shoulders dropped, "and the bad news?"

sebastian turned to look at you, "we're in for more trouble."

you groaned, leaning your head back as Sebastian's eyes seemed to darken; gluing your attention back to your slytherin friend, he continued, "i know that coast. Ranrok has taken over a huge mine and the surrounding area. Marunweem has suffered for it. It's as bad as Feldcroft's become."

with a sigh, your eyebrows knitted together and you looked at the triptych once more. sebastian glanced towards you, "should we head there now?

you shook your head, "no, we should wait."

sebastian immediately questioned you, "why?

you gave a grimanced look, "all this time, we've been a step behind ranrok. I may know someone who could help us get head."

sebastian raised an eyebrow, "who is that?"

before you could even think about formulating your answer a different way, the words slipped out, "a friendly goblin named lodgok. he wants no part in ranrok's fight."

sebastian immediately became disgusted, angry, even. "a friendly goblin?" he started, "you know goblins cursed my sister to shut her up! said she should 'be seen and not heard.'"

you took a step towards sebastian as he stepped back. taking a breath, you nodded, " i do, but not all goblins-"

he glared towards you, "not all goblins what? have you forgotten feldcroft? have you forgotten the mine we just went through?"

you sympathized with him, no doubt. you knew how close the twins were, how much Sebastian loved anne and cared for her - but this fight against ranrok was against all wizardkind, not just anne. and you knew she would understand.

shaking your head, you tried to reason with Sebastian, "no, sebastian, i haven't. you're not listening to me."

sebastian scoffed, "why would i listen to someone so ignorant?"

ouch.

you knew sebastian could be mean, cruel, but throughout these months of knowing him, he has only been so kind, sweet and soft with you. there was never any malice towards you, no anger or disgust. towards the goblins and ranrok in conversations with you, but it was never directed. it was understandable that what happened to anne was hurting Sebastian as well, but this anger was now at you, and he was changing.

you already had reservations working with lodgok before sirona ryan said you could trust him, but there was something he wasn't telling you. but it wasn't a secret that jeopardized your working relationship with him, no. if it had been, you would have turned your back and not worked with him another day.

it wasn't ignorant at all, you knew that. a bit sketchy at first, sure, but not ignorant. lodgok had proven himself trustworthy and has helped you in being one step ahead.

you stepped back in surprise, "that was cruel. perhaps your uncle was right about you - you don't know when to stop."

sebastian glowered over you, stepping forward as his words were laced with venom, "oh, i do know when to stop. unbelievable."

taking a deep breath, you turned and walked out of the undercroft, ready to scream. you understood where Sebastian was coming from but the way he talked to you was so...angering. maybe you should have lied about who it was, about what lodgok was.

but calling you ignorant? okay, yes, this was your first year learning about magic and catching up to the rest of your peers, but you earned respect and knew - for the most part - what you were doing. you would never intentionally put Sebastian, anne, ominis, whoever in danger if you were not confident.

with a sniffle, you made your way through the dark arts tower to your common room, ready to just cry about how upset and angry Sebastian was. but before you could, ominis's voice stopped you, "coming from the undercroft, are we?"

you turned around, eyes glassy with unshed tears - albeit glad that ominis couldn't see them. you gave a small smile, "oh, yes. we were just discussing a painting we found."

ominis hummed, not entirely satisfied with your answer, "your voice is shaky. what happened?"

you let out a breath, "i - we can't talk about it here, ominis. too open."

he sighed, and with his free hand, he grabbed your arm, pulling you towards an owl statue inside a small window, before it turned around and you found yourself...well, inside a wall at hogwarts.

before you had time to question ominis of where you were, he asked once more, "what happened?"

you explained everything, just leaving out the parts where Sebastian was intent on not stopping to find a cure for anne, but moreso focused on the triptych. when you revealed who lodgok was, ominis cringed.

"oh, that's not the worst part," you said, wiping a stray tear, "he asked why he should listen to someone so ignorant."

ominis winced once more, "yikes."

you grumbled, "tell me about it. i want to cry because, well, i understand why he is upset but lodgok is a lead to stopping ranrok, to being one step ahead."

your blind friend nodded, "agreed, and if sirona trusts him, that's saying something."

you both stood in silence, the occasional sniffle from your nose giving ominis hints of how much this bothered you.

"give him time to cool off," he began. "anne is a sore spot for him, but he needs to understand that she won't be the only one cursed without your goblin friend's help. you made your way into his heart, those that he cares about. you'll be fine."

you nodded, trying to formulate your words, "thank you, ominis. i apologize for putting you in the middle of this, but it was nice to have someone listen."

ominis smiled softly, "of course, y/n. meet you at dinner?"

with a quiet, "yeah," you watched ominis make his way out of the secret room, and once again, you were left with screaming thoughts. sobs immediately racked your body, regret aching from your tears and sore throat. there was nothing left by the time you were done, face dried with tears as you composed yourself.

taking a breath, you left the room and immediately looked down, seeing a letter by the 'door.' on the top left was ominis's handwriting, but the letter itself was unopened: told you he's gone soft for you.

with a pained sigh, you picked up the letter and opened it, reading the words:

we need to talk. undercroft after dinner?

"merlin's beard."

dinner was not something you could stomach at the moment, and to be honest with yourself, you were sure it could come right back up as you made your way to the undercroft. with a wave of your wand, you opened up the clock-looking door and headed inside, anxiety eating you up like a full-course meal.

sebastian had his back to you, staring intently at the triptych until he heard the door open. his eyes met yours immediately, and he softened.

"hi," he said, biting his lip nervously as you made your way over to him.

"sebastian, i-" you began, but he shook his head. with a small smile, he grabbed your hands and held them against his chest, "it's ok."

your eyes welled up with tears, "but it's not, seb. i should've been honest with you and i wasn't. I'm sorry, you have every right to hate me."

sebastian was silent as the tears fell down your cheeks until he wiped them away with his thumb. you sniffled, looking up at him. he grasped onto your hands once more, "you were hesitant to tell me because you know how much i care for anne, for my sister. you listen to me and want what is best - that has always been you. I'm not mad at you, dove. I'm mad at merlin for making that our last option."

you gave a sad excuse for a chuckle as he smiled at you. he continued, "dove, listen to me. I'm sorry for what i said. i know you aren't ignorant; i reacted harshly about your goblin friend, but you understand why?"

you immediately nodded, squeezing his hands, "of course, seb. i know how important it is for you to find a cure for anne, and i would never jeopardize that if there was a chance lodgok could betray us. but he's good, honest."

sebastian grinned, and you continued, "i'm not mad at you either, y'know. you're good to me, seb, and i was just scared i lost you."

he held your face between his hands, thumbs softly rubbing over your cheeks as he adored you, "you could never lose me, dove. you are one of the few good things left in my life and i'd be an idiot to let you go."

you swallowed a sob as tears clouded your vision, but Sebastian hushed you, "it's okay, sweetheart. we're okay - i trust you. promise."

you nodded and gave a small smile, "i trust you too, seb. promise."

leaning forward, sebastian nudged his nose with yours, and you giggled as he mumbled, "there's my pretty dove." and with that, Sebastian sealed your lips in a kiss, your hands wrapping around his neck as he grounded himself on your hips.

maybe you should send lodgok a thank you card.

[hogwartslegacyreactions2]

Hi, I’m so glad that you’re back, I absolutely love your work!

Can I make a request where the HL students and MC are talking or doing something and suddenly MC kiss them on the cheek.

I hope I make myself understand, english isn’t my first language 🥺

In advance than so much and welcome back! ✨

A/N: not to worry, your english is fantastic! I know plenty of native speakers that don't write that well LOL!

HLC REACT TO MC KISSING THEIR CHEEK

MC: as an agent of chaos, they must kiss their best friends for no reason. They'll lull their friends into a false sense of security with pleasant conversation and then strike!

SEBASTIAN SALLOW: "See, I don't understand how they-!!" He flinches but MC still got him. He puts his hand over where they kissed him and smiles, confused. His cheeks tinge pink. "Wha- *ahem* what was that for?"

OMINIS GAUNT: He jerks his head away. He didn't have his wand active during the conversation so he was caught completely off guard. "What in blazes!? Did you...did you just kiss me??" It doesn't matter what their answer is, grumpily huffs at them while his face slowly goes pink.

ANNE SALLOW: "Oh my..." Her face flushes and she avoids eye contact. "How scandalous." She covers her mouth to hide her smile.

IMELDA REYES: "Woah!" She dodges MC. "What the hell are you doing!?" She wrestles with MC as they continue to attempt to kiss her cheek. They win eventually, but at a cost.

NATSAI ONAI: She catches them coming in and turns her head towards them to catch their lips with her own. She's the one to make MC blush. "Care to try that again?" She giggles.

GARRETH WEASLEY: "Thank you, but I asked if you'd pass me the leech juice." He doesn't skip a beat and continues their conversation as they brew. He kisses their cheek in return when they hand it to him.

LEANDER PREWETT: He blushes so hard he looks sunburnt. He's completely forgotten what they were talking about and stares wide eyed. "Did you mean to do that..? Why did- um...was that a one time thing or..?"

AMIT THAKKAR: *Amit.exe has stopped working* He's unresponsive.

EVERETT CLOPTON: His glasses are pushed askew when MC kisses him. He readjusts them with a shaky hand. "Wow, that was... unexpected." He has the goofiest grin on his face the rest of the day.

POPPY SWEETING: She lets out a surprised squeak and turns a brighter shade of red from embarrassment. She hides her face behind her hands and swats away at MC. "Stop laughing!"

[ladyveronikawrites]

AIN'T NOTHIN' BUT A GOOD TIME

Lady Midnight's Kinktober in the Concrete Jungle 2024

Pairing: Nicholas Ruffilo x Jolly Karlsson x OC x Noah Sebastian

Cw- masked men, roleplaying, sensory deprivation: blindfolds, scarf as bondage, unprotected vaginal sex, mean ex boyfriend, double penetration, oral sex (male and female receiving), mild thigh slapping, spitting, vaginal fingering,  jerking off, facial, cum eating,  revenge kink if you squint, getting caught, voyeurism, THICK DICK NICK, one hot foursome, If I missed anything please let me know!

AN: a little self-indulgent fic, Star Wars characters ahead - Nick as Kylo Ren makes me feral lol - pärla means 'gem' in Swedish

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Ruby swipes on her signature red lip as she looks over her outfit in the full-length mirror by the front door. She adjusts her boring brown Jedi robes Nathan insisted she wear to juxtapose his Darth Maul. She scoffs to herself knowing damn well he has no idea who Darth Maul is and probably found the costume at Spirit Halloween. Reluctantly she sighs, the distant dream of her Sabine Wren cosplay lying buried under clothes in her closet never to see the light of day.

Her phone chimes, ripping her from her brief moment of sadness. 

She frantically types ‘OMW’ as she slides into the Uber.

Nathan <Ru, I have been waiting for over an hour.>

She can hear Nathan’s anger through the screen, silently sending a prayer for the driver to go faster. Ruby and Nathan were high school sweethearts that turned into an on-and-off-and-on-again situationship while they were away in college, but when Ruby dropped out of college to pursue music full-time as an indie artist - things went sour really fast. He never understood her passion for music, too self-absorbed in his reputation at the Ivy League university he got into thanks to his wealthy parents. 

Her fingers freeze over the screen as her heart shatters into a thousand pieces. 

Nathan <You know what, since it seems like you don’t care about MY time, we are done. For real this time. Don’t even bother coming.>

Tears stream down her face as she powers down her phone and shoves it into her purse. He can go fuck himself, Ruby thinks to herself - and she gets an even better idea. 

“S-sorry but can you take me downtown instead?” she asks, her voice wavering slightly as the realization sinks in. She takes a deep breath, drying her tear-stained cheeks as the driver pulls up to Nathan’s most hated bar- which happens to be her favorite, Third Base. 

The bar is bustling as she walks in. It’s been updated since she had been there, all those months ago when Nathan was doing a semester abroad in Rome. Ruby instantly fell in love with the quaint charm of the dive bar. It didn’t help that the bar owner was ruggedly handsome, the kind of personality that was homegrown from a small town. She ached for the slow stroll of home instead of the hustle and bustle of city life. Festive Halloween touches add to the ambiance and that’s when she realizes other patrons are also adorned in costume.

“Haven’t seen you in a while,” his familiar twang wraps around her like a warm blanket. She should probably be sobbing into her wine glass in a rose-scented bubble bath in the comfort of her home instead she replies with “Whiskey neat, double.” She notices he’s the only one not dressed up, even his bartender is sporting a risque outfit. 

Ruby is about to mention the lack of costume when he asks “That kinda night?” Ruby downs the drink without a word, slides off the metal bar stool, and makes her way to the old jukebox in the corner of the bar. She scrolls through the CDs not really impressed with the selection. 

“Not finding what you’re looking for?” A distorted voice has Ruby turning. She opens her mouth to grumble about the lackluster music selection, but her brain turns to static. She’s met face-to-face with Kylo Ren. 

“I-” 

“Here, you might like this.” Another man dressed up as a Mandalorian pushes between them. Ruby stands in awe as the two men fight over a CD. Her awe turns into appreciation as she notices the small details in the homemade costume. Whoever’s in the suit spent hours making it.

“Can I buy you another drink?”  A deep voice comes from the bar.

She turns and freezes. “N-nathan? How’d yo-” She is silenced by a red-painted finger as the man towers over her. Realization strikes her that this man is too tall to be Nathan. 

“Nathan isn’t here Jedi.” Boldly, the stranger spits in her face - playing into the villainous role - yet Ruby can’t help but be even more aroused. 

Ruby finds herself being shoved into the back seat of an SUV. Not in a kidnappy way but in a rushed I-want-to-devour-you-way. The look Darth Maul is giving her has her pussy throbbing. She slides her way in as Kylo and Mando hop in the front. Warm lips pressed against her and; at this moment, she couldn't care less if she was covered in red and black body paint by the end of this. She pulls him in closer as his gloved hand teases the waistband of her leggings. Her head thuds against the window when he slips his fingers inside her as his tongue explores her mouth. Suddenly, his long finger slams into the sweet spot and she bites down on his bottom lip, hard. 

He groans, “You gonna surrender, Jedi?” 

“Fuck, don’t stop,” she whines as he finger fucks her all the way to her apartment. By the time they get to her apartment, his gloves are drenched and the back seat is damp where she was sitting, but Ruby could give a single fuck as in the span of 30 minutes she had already had more satisfying orgasms than Nathan could ever give her. Maybe it’s the adrenaline or the thrill? Probably both. If one of them can satisfy her alone with his fingers imagine all three of them.

“You wanna do this Jedi?” Kylo Ren asks once in Ruby’s apartment.

“It’s not every night you get three masked men in your apartment,” she smirks her hands roaming over his black robes. 

“You’ll have to wear this,” the foreign Mandalorian slides a blindfold over her eyes. 

“That’s fine,” her breath catches as her hands drift up to grip Ren’s mask. “Can I take this off?” 

Abruptly, she finds herself pressed against a solid chest behind her and warm lips devour her own. She tangles her fingers into long hair and he groans when she yanks. 

“I was not expecting long hair, but it’s so soft.” Ruby twirls a strand around her finger. Her hand cups his cheek and pulls him into another kiss.

“Ren’s not the only one here Jedi.” Her heartbeat skyrockets at the memory of Darth Maul in the backseat of the car. The way he towered over her, his eyes dark with lust, and his voice made her pussy flutter.

 The mattress groans with the added weight and Ruby’s mind begins to spiral. She yelps with teeth and stubble brush against the skin on her inner thigh. Fuck, Mando has facial hair that's fucking hot. Ruby giggles as he inches closer to her core and at the same time remembers how Nathan can only grow a pathetic and patchy beard. She squirms, aching for roughness against her pussy..

“Oh you’re a feisty one,” Maul whispers in her ear as he settles down beside her. Suddenly, her hands are bound loosely with something smooth and soft. Her brain rationalizes one of her summer scarves that hangs from the hooks over the door. A part of her hopes it’s her favorite one, the black one with skulls. 

“Our red hot Ruby.” he nips at her ear and at the same time one of them pinches her nipple. Ruby yelps at the sudden pain, endorphins surging through her body. “You like a little pain with your pleasure, hm?” 

Smack

A large hand makes contact with her inner thigh. “Fuck! Yes,” Ruby yelps. “Yes, I like pain ‘n pleasure!”

Lips brush against her cheek. “Our little pain slut.”

“Our little pain slut,” Mando mumbles against her throbbing clit as he sinks two thick fingers inside her. 

“Fuck,” she groans as her pussy walls stretch from the invasion. 

“God Ruby… have you ever- “ he trails off, lost in thought. He sucks her clit between his lips and thrusts his fingers into the spongy sweet spot. Ruby writhes as the coil winds tighter in her core. Large hands clamp down on her shoulders to keep her steady as her body starts to tremble. In a silent scream, the dam breaks, and euphoria floods through her body as she releases herself onto Mando’s face. She writhes oversensitive and overwhelmed as he laps up everything she gives him. 

“Little, pärla” Mando pants, “You are divine.” 

Ruby finds herself being pulled gently to sit upright. “Here’s some water,” Ren says softly, handing her a glass of water.

“Thank you.” Her cheeks warm to the kind gesture. “Nathan never took care of me like this.” Her lips press into a thin line and her shoulders slump forward as her mind flashes each disappointing experience. 

A warm hand settles on the small of her back, gently rubbing up and down. “Ain’t nothin’ but a good time, hm?” Mando whispers seductively, his breath is hot against the shell of her ear.  

Ruby briefly wonders if that would have been the track he chose at the bar. Her heart flutters at the parallels and she enthusiastically adds, “Hell yeah!” 

She squeals at first when hands grip her hips and hoist her onto his lap. His hard cock

“You ready for a good time, sweetheart?” Ren asks before pulling her into a heated kiss. His free hand roams over her tits as another set of hands rubs up and down her thighs. Sandwiched between the two men her heart races with anticipation. 

“Got any lube, darling?” Mando asks as Ren pulls her up onto her knees. 

“In… the… drawer…”  she replies between kisses. Her heart leaps into her throat when a cold and wet finger circles the tense muscle of her asshole.

“Can Mando fill you up back there while Ren plays with your pretty pussy?” Maul’s baritone makes her spine tingle. Mando’s finger stills at her back entrance and Ren nips at her other ear. 

“Can I watch?” Maul asks, pulling the blindfold off and Ruby’s eyes widen, taking in the sight before her. Ren’s stormy blue-gray eyes captivate her first, then his soft smile and tint of pink on his cheeks. She can’t resist carding her hand through his hair, so smooth. He leans into her touch, entranced by the gentleness. The world around them darkness slightly and she briefly forgets about the other two. She could stay here, locked in his gentle gaze but her eyes begin to wonder. Her other hand traces the tattoos on his shoulder to his wrist where in the corner of her vision she spies his large thick cock. 

Suddenly, a gloved hand grips her wrist and twists her sideways. His fingers entwine with hers as the other grips her chin. “Don’t forget about us, Jedi.” His deep brown eyes are piercing and she notices that his face is the only exposed skin free of paint. His abdominal muscles flex as her gaze lowers, she huffs disappointed that he is clothed from the waist down.

Her eyes widen at the sound of a deep moan. Maul tilts her head back so she can see the man behind her. His grasp loosens completely and she twists her body more to see Mando better. 

“Hello, pärla,” he moans her nickname, his eyelids flutter closed as he strokes himself. 

“Looks like Mando’s ready. Are you?” Maul asks. 

Ruby remains fixed on watching Mando touch himself. She mutters a breathless, “Yeah.” 

“Come back to your supreme leader.” A tinge of pain pricks at Ruby’s scalp when Ren fists her hair and tugs. She moans as the pain melts into pleasure. 

“Finally showing me your dark side, Ren,” Ruby smirks. “I like it.” 

“Good.” Ren crowds into Ruby’s space, thrusting his hand around her throat. He squeezes slightly then releases pressure completely. “Lean back.”

Ruby adjusts her stance to straddle Mando’s hips. Together, Mando and Ren guide her to lower herself onto him. Maul groans beside them.  The stretch takes her breath away, if only for a moment as the hand tightens around her neck and lips crash onto hers. Ruby succumbs to the sensations letting Mando set the pace while she battles for breath with the fallen Jedi. Ren shoves her back against Mando’s chest by the throat. She sucks in the air when he releases his hand, chest heaving with every inhalation. 

“My turn,” Ren growls, nipping at her earlobe. He squeezes the soft tissue of her breasts as his mouth trails kisses down her torso. Grinning he spreads her legs apart wider and his lips gently kiss her tummy before descending through her silken folds. Mando thrusts into her as Ren teases her other hole with his tongue and then sucks at her clit. She’s teetering on the edge of bliss when it is abruptly ripped away.

“No cumming yet darling.” Mando stills inside her just as Ren flattens his tongue licking one final time before pulling away. 

“Do you want a taste?” Ren asks, his lips ghosting over hers. Her mouth drops open to respond but without warning, fingers slide their way in. Disappointment sours her stomach when Ren leans over and kisses Mando. Greedily, she flicks her tongue around Ren’s fingers in hopes of vying for his attention. 

“Is our Ruby a little jealous she is getting attention?” Maul laughs. In the heat of the moment, Ruby had forgotten all about him. “No… you aren’t jealous, but your needy little cunt is.” Desperation flashes through her as she bites down on Ren’s fingers. Ren huffs a laugh against Mando’s lips, 

“I heard that cunt is still needy, hm?” Ren tilts his head, his gaze scanning over her body. A small whine leaks out of her mouth. He slides his fingers out of her mouth and onto her throat. His lips curl into a devilish smirk, “You want more?” 

“Yes, yes, yes, please!” Ruby’s lashes flutter when Ren sinks into her dripping pussy. 

“So tight-” Ren groans.

“Dude, I can feel you,” Mando gasps when Ren bottoms out.

“This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Maul muses.

Ren holds her steady as Mando slowly thrusts in and out of her. 

“Feeling good?” Maul whispers lowly in her ear.

“S-so good, so full.. he's so big” Her words melt into nothingness when Ren flexes inside her.

“Fuck fuck fuck, I’m gonna come… don’t-” Ruby whines as Mando and Ren alternate thrusting into her ass and cunt.

“Ru, you home? I saw your car out front.” Her ex’s voice booms through the apartment, his words slur together in one long word. But she can’t be bothered as pressure builds in her core. 

“Shhh,” Mando shushes her with a hand to her mouth

“Maybe,” Maul leans over and whispers turning Ruby slightly towards him. Grinning he offers his eager cock to her and she eagerly nods. Ren smacks Maul in the arms when he moans as Ruby takes him into her mouth. 

The bedroom door swings open and Maul’s cock throbs between her lips. Ren and Mando are too far gone to care when -

“WHAT THE FUCK!”

Ruby sighs against Maul’s softening cock slipping it from her mouth while she is still being pounded between two beautiful men. It takes all of her strength not to come when she leans around Ren to stare Nathan dead in the eyes. 

“Fuck! You!” she groans as she comes, flipping Nathan one and then sucking on each of her middle fingers. Her eyes roll back as she catches a glimpse of him stalking out the door. When the door slams shut she sinks into Mando as euphoria floods her body.

“Damn, that was hot!” Maul says impressed. Ruby peers up through her lashes at Maul who’s stoking his now hard cock. 

“Yeah?” Ruby cocks an eyebrow. Without hesitation, she pulls his free hand and sucks on his middle finger. 

Maul sucks in a curse. “Damn girl, fuck.” Ruby bites down at Maul’s finger, not painfully hard, but enough when her hair is yanked back and she is pulled off. 

“Wh-”

“Open up,” Mando commands as he grips her jaw forcing her mouth open. Ruby opens her mouth wide and sticks her tongue out with anticipation. Mando lowers his hands to rest around her throat squeezing gently. Ren tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear before leaning down to suck on her nipple. She jolts when he bites down, her pussy walls clenching around his semi-hard cock. Mando slides his hand down her middle to circle her clit as Ren plays with her tits. 

“Fuckfuckfuck,” Maul curses as he splatters his cum all over Ruby’s face. Small whimpers come from her open mouth as another orgasm wrecks through her. She swallows then licks her lips and smiles up at Maul before pulling him closer to lick and suck at his softening cock. She hisses when Ren pulls off her tit with an audible pop. 

Ruby hums satisfiedly, leaning back against Mando, as Ren slides out of her. Before he can say another word, she mumbles, “Baby wipes in the bathroom down the hall.” 

She doesn’t open her eyes but sinks further into bliss as Mando rubs his hands up and down her arms. “You did so well for us Pärla,” he whispers in her ear. All she can muster is a hummed agreement. 

“Let me clean you up,” Maul offers when Ren returns. She blinks to find soft brown eyes and a dazzling smile to greet her. “Thank you,” she whispers. “All of you,” she adds when Ren takes Maul’s place in front of her to press a gentle kiss to her cheek. As Ren and Maul redress, Mando steals more kisses as he helps Ruby up to dress her. 

“Here,” Maul hands Ruby her glass of water. “You can call me Noah.” 

“Hi, Noah.” she flashes him a dazzling smile in the afterglow.

“Food?” Ren asks before adding,” The name’s Nick and he’s Jolly.” 

“No please- you guys can go, I’ll be alright.” Ruby dismisses, gesturing to the door.  

“Please?” Jolly wraps her up in his arms. “Dinner and a movie and we will leave after that.”

“We just don’t want you to be alone,” Nick adds. 

“Fine.” Ruby relents as her stomach rumbles. “Thai food and the new Deadpool movie.” 

The four of them settle on blankets and pillows in the living room with Ruby in the middle. She finds herself leaning against Jolly’s shoulder and for the first time in a long time has finally felt at peace.

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[youre-amazing-say-it]

hi! can you do something with any mcu member (maybe chris or seb or anthony) where the reader is feeling peer pressure to have sex and she talks to one of the cast and they listen to her and hear her out and tell her it’s okay to take her time etc? i could use hearing this lol🤍 thank u

Am I Ready?

Warning: Talks of Sex, making out, talks of losing virginity, and manipulation.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x teen!reader, Anthony Mackie x teen!reader

Taglist: @chrisevansdaughter @slutfortaylorswiftandzendaya @dumb-fawkin-bitch

“Happy six months babe,” your partner Jack said seductively into your ear. The two of you were in a hotel room celebrating your anniversary. Jack flew in to celebrate as you were in Atlanta shooting Falcon and the Winter Soldier. The past six months with him have been incredible, and he has always been a kind and safe person to talk to. Except recently, when things have become a little award around a certain topic. 

You and Jack were in the middle of a heated make-out session when you felt him grab the hem of your shirt. Like always, you grabbed his hand and put them back on your hips. “Seriously babe, can we not do this tonight,” you said as you let go of the kiss and leaned against his forehead. He threw his head back against the couch and let out a groan. “Y/n, we have been together for six months. SIX MONTHS. Why don't you trust me?” Jack said. You got off and moved to sit next to him as you took his hand. “Jack, I keep telling you that sex is a big deal, and I'm not ready for it yet. I don't know when, but I'm asking you for patience.” Jack leaned over and kissed you on the lips. 

“You know I love you right?” Jack said looking at you. You gave a subtle nod to him, “and I really want to have sex with you. Don't you want to have sex with me?” he asked. “Jack, I don't know yet, okay?” you said as water lined your eyes. Jack got up from the sofa and headed for the bathroom, “where are you going?” you asked, not even looking at him afraid the tears would start falling. “To jerk myself off 'cause you won't fucking do it,” he spoke with a raised voice as he slammed the door.

Those events all transpired last night. 

Now you were back on set, and your tension has been weird since then. You sat in your chair, drinking water on the hot Atlanta stage when you heard two voices come through the stage doors. 

“The red ones are the best, no doubt.” you heard one voice say. “It's obviously the green ones Mack; you just have no taste,” sassed the second voice as they got closer to you. “Hey Y/N! What's the best skittle flavor?” Anthony Mackie asked as your other costar Sebastian Stan stood next to him. You quickly put on a small smile, responding “Yellow obviously.” The boys shook their heads and continued arguing for each of their flavors until they noticed you weren’t inputting yourself into their shenanigans like usual. “You okay Buttercup?” Mackie asked with a thoughtful look in his eyes. 

You trusted these two like brothers, always being there for you in times of need. Taking a breath, you continued saying “Can I talk to you guys later, maybe?” you asked looking at these men hopefully. Seb smiled and wrapped the metal arm around your shoulders, bringing you into a side hug. “Oh, course Y/n. How about during lunch, we chill in my trailer and chat,” he proposed looking down on you. You smiled back at him; “Sounds perfect.”

By the time lunch rolled around, you, Seb, and Mackie were on the floor of Sebastian's trailer. Craft’s Services had a taco truck for lunch, and each of you had your water by your side. “So,” Seb said as he had a piece of lettuce hanging out of his mouth, “what's up in that brain of yours?” he spoke with a smile on his face. You finished sipping your water before wiping your mouth and speaking. 

“When did you guys lose your virginity?”

It just so happened when you said that, both men had water in their mouths and some trickled out. “Um,” Sebastian chuckled,” well I was a senior in high school. A girl I meet at Stagedoor Manor. And I lied about being a virgin and we both had absolutely no clue what we were doing.” You turned to look at Mackie. “It was in my first serious relationship. I knew sex was important to me, and I wanted to wait till I was ready.” You looked up from your taco when Mackie spoke. “Did you feel that you were ready to lose it?”

The boys looked at each other and then looked at you. They knew about you and Jack, and only met him a couple times but from how you described him to them, he seemed like a good guy. Or so they thought. “Is Jack pressuring you to be ready?” Mackie spoke to you quietly. You set your taco down as you leaned back against the couch cushion you set up on the floor. 

“Kinda. I keep on telling him that I need time to think about if I want to have sex, cause its a big deal to me. And every time we make out, he always tries to initiate it and I keep on saying no. and he did it again last night when we were celebrating our anniversary, and he Keeps on talking about how I don't trust him. and how if I love him I would have sex with him.” You said in rant-style toned. 

“First of all, he shouldn't be pressuring you at all. It's not HIS place to say when YOU are ready.  got that?” Mackie responded quickly. You nodded your head as he waited for him to continue. “Have you guys talked at all since last night?” Seb asked politely. “I tried reaching out to him, but we haven't spoken. And it hurts cause I do love him, but annoyed he doesn't respect my boundaries.” 

“Break up with him,” Seb said bluntly as he took a huge bit of his taco. “That’s not your place to say,” you spoke angrily. “Look, you are asking us for advice, and I'm giving you some. Is he making you uncomfortable in this situation?” Seb said looking at you. “I mean kin-” you said before Mackie spoke up. “Do you think he will ever respect your boundaries?” Mackie questioned. “Maybe ov-” 

“EHH! Nope wrong answers. You should be able to answer those with a confident yes. Otherwise, he isn't worth your time.” Mackie continued over you. You know they were right, and you have been thinking about it for a while. But this talk really helped you solidify your decision. 

“I'll think you guys are right,” you spoke as you took a final bite out of your taco. Mackie scoffed, “Damn right we are.” he added as he got up to throw away his trash. “We just care about you, Y/n, and don't want to see you in an unhealthy relationship,” Seb commented. You gave them both a soft, warm, smile. “Thank you.” 

“Now,” Seb said as he took the giant jar of skittles from behind his back and placed it in the circle, “let's really figure out which flavor is the best.”

[fandomfluffandfuck]

me 🤝 this anon:

https://www.tumblr.com/fandomfluffandfuck/758477144418664448/i-know-that-the-richard-armitage-gifs-arent-of

this is so real, like i'm just bombarded of thoughts where chris has been feeling needy and horny (celebrity long-distance is just what they're used to) because he only got a a small taste of his busy baby so he still wants craves more 🥴

now i'm imagining a scenario just after the met gala where they have a quick meetup before seb dashes off to another press con or whatever in the morning and chris being too sleepy and groggy to give him a proper goodbye, only fully wakes up with a bundle of seb's clothes from the night before. a physical reminder of their lovemaking, the way they were so desperate to have each other that this expensive piece of clothing got left behind and discarded so they can have each other skin to skin.

...anyway this is the part where chris jerks off to the thoughts of what they did yesterday as those memories sear into his head and fuel him until the next time they can see each other again 😌

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

related to this ask, which goes back to these gifs

An excuse to look at Seb's Met Gala look again, lol

But, OKAY, you said "a bundle of seb's clothes" and my brain went into pure fucking static mode. I have one thought about what Chris does with those expensive, left-behind clothes...

So, jerking off/masturbating, fantasizing, bed/clothes humping, etc.

The second time Chris wakes up the morning after the Met, he's alone in the hotel room booked underneath Sebastian's personal assistant's name. The first time he woke, it was earlier and it was because Sebastian's alarm was going off and Seb was sleeping next to him, their bodies curled together, clinging and hot beneath the sleep-mused sheets. And they had slotted their lips together to trade kisses carelessly before Sebastian even bothered to reach over and silence his damn phone. It didn't matter. They were going to milk every last minute they could get together, dammnit, even if the last little bit they had together involved morning breath, squinty eyes, and one very unhappy, blaring alarm on the nightstand. Whatever. So be it. They'll take what they can get.

Now, the second time around, Chris has none of that but the heat. His own body heat, of course. He runs hot in his sleep and is a morning shower-er because of it. But, also, he's left with just the heat because... well... it's all centered between his legs, if you know what he means.

He's hard as shit this morning.

Jesus Christ.

Chris blows a frustrated breath out of his slightly-open mouth, shifting enough to spread wider on the queen mattress that felt too small last night. It's too large this morning, he needs another body. He wants another body.

Sebastian's body specifically.

The thing is, he's not surprised by the fact of his dick being ready to fucking go, he's surprised by the sheer intensity of it--he's hard-hard. Like. Teeth grinding, jaw clenching, throbbing hard. Feel in his balls hard. The kind of hard that tells him he either was dreaming up filthy shit as he slept or he rolled over onto his stomach at some point and started humping the mattress in his sleep.

Although, with sweat gathering under his arms and between his back and the sheets, Chris doesn't really give a fuck why he's so hard, how he got so hard, or if it's shocking or not. Instead, Chris' energy is on how he just fuckin' needs to do something about it. He's gotta. It's a crying shame that Seb isn't still here, his body offset by just a few measly hours. He had some of Sebastian last night after the Met but not enough. He can never get enough of Sebastian. He can have him again and again all in one night and it still isn't enough, he's waking up hard and wanting even if he's pretty sure last night he was fucking out of cum, it was that good. He's fucking insatiable when it comes to Sebastian. How could he not be?

Just as Chris is bemoaning his morning wood, debating on what he wants--should he roll over and luxuriate in the hotel soft sheet that smells like Sebastian, fucking his hips down into the plush bed? Should he prop himself up against the headboard of the bed and jerk off slow and tight like how it felt for Sebastian to ride him last night? Should he get into the shower and let the steam carry him back to a different memory, when they foolishly believed they were done and could finally rest, cleaning up but... not? Should he trust his legs and stumble to the front door to press himself against the door, one hand around his dick and the other on his own chest, pretending it's Sebastian groping his chest and using his wicked mouth to tell him about his tits? Should he just say fuck it and roll onto the floor where they fell before managing to make it to the bed? Options, options, options. All of them sound good, none of them as great as it was last night, making filthy, desecrating memories, but that's because they lack Sebastian.

Before Chris can lazily make any real decision, his hand uselessly cupping himself through his tented, worn-thin sweatpants, his body makes it for him. A breathy moan has him turning his head to the side, getting more comfortable, and his eyes fall on the open closet next to the bed. Sebastian's lengthy, heavy, dramatic coat from last night is still hanging there. His equally jeweled, heavy slacks are thrown over the rod holding clothes hangers (and subsequently the hanger with his jacket). And... his shirt is missing in action.

Chris spares half of his single brain cell to look down and around the floor, vaguely curious. Where the hell could it have ended up? Chris doesn't even remember how Seb got out of his clothes without shredding them, the way they were going at each other last night, much less remembering how any part of his outfit got hung up. But, he finds the deceptively simple, exorbitantly priced black shirt just over the side of the bed, rumbled on the floor.

If Chris is kidding himself, he picks it up thinking about how it can't be good for the expensive fabric to be wrinkled and heaped into a lump like that. But, if he isn't kidding... he picks it up because, fuck, he needs a piece of Sebastian. Anything he can touch. He was here and then gone and he isn't coping well. He wants Seb like his lungs burn for oxygen at the end of a drawn-out, full-chested moan.

The fabric quickly warms to his body temperature, soft and light in his hands. Chris likes sensation. Velvet and crushed corduroy and silk and--

This.

Sebastian's shirt squeezed in one hand, making a fist around as much of it as he can fit, feeling it desperately, intensely, trying to recall how it felt draped over Sebastian's body meanwhile his other hand gropes and squeezes his own cock.

There's something about it, lying back on the bed, kicking his legs wider apart, touching himself through his sleep pants, and bringing that black shirt that he knows was pressed tightly up against Seb's chest up to his own chest, leaving it in a heap against his bare, hairy, inked chest that gets to him. It wears him down. He throbs harder, grunting as his arousal works its way into his heart, stabbing him with its heated insistence. Chris leaves that shirt on his chest, close to him, reminding him of his lover who he's desperate to feel, for a pathetically short amount of time before scooping it back up and moving it. This time, not holding it in only one hand but two.

He cups Sebastian's shirt in two hands and imagines that it's hot from Seb's body, freshly stripped off of him, smelling strongly of his dark, alluring cologne, and not wrinkled from a night of abandonment on the floor but still molded to his shape. He pretends fantasizes. Chris yearns. He wants. And he drags that poor, innocent shirt down, down, down to hold it against the blazing, aching throb of his cock through his sweatpants.

Chris groans.

He's barreling forward now, he doesn't have time to wonder what the fuck he's doing or investigate how strange and perverse it is, he's just going. Thumping his head back against the pillows, arching his neck, and thrusting up against the shirt balled up around his cock. It's good. The friction. The build-up that started in his sleep burning hotter now that he's conscious. The overflowing way he misses Sebastian yet has his touch fresh in his mind to draw back on and make this feel even stronger. It's all enough to make him moan to himself, getting off alone in this hotel room, carried on waves of lust that want to wash him out to sea.

He's gonna drown.

He wants it.

"Seb," falls breathily off his lips and stains his neck as the sound drips down slowly like thick, hot honey. He's flushing so badly. Blushing across his cheeks, of course, but also pink from his hairline all the way to his chest--his hard nipples--because he can't help but imagine if Sebastian somehow was here, if he forgot something and had to rush back from the airport to the hotel, missing his flight because of it, scrambling, knowing he needs to hop on the next flight out, only to burst through the door and find his boyfriend not sleeping sweetly and soundly as he'd expect still so early in the morning, but squirming on the bed they shared last night, rutting against his shirt and moaning his name, getting off so hard on fucking nothing. Somehow still horny despite how they went at it like animals last night. What the fuck is this? Sebastian would be instantly distracted from all else, faltering with his eyes wide and dark and his tongue drawing across his bottom lip as he forces himself to keep silent, watching intently from the entryway as Chris can't take it anymore and peels his sweatpants down and gets his cock out. Bluntly. Brazenly. Foolishly thinking he's still alone while really putting on quite the fucking show--grinding urgently, desperately, rutting his bare, leaking, embarrassingly hard cock against Sebastian's worn shirt as if it's some fucking stroker or sex doll not just a shirt.

Chris swears to himself, broken open by how debauched his thoughts and actions are. Still, he can't help himself.

He keeps fucking going, going, and going. Each drag of his cock against Sebastian's shirt is better than the last. His sweat is building up and layering over itself, getting him wet, making him feel like butter melted in a pan over the stovetop--sizzling. He can't stop.

Oh, god.

It's good. It's hot. It's, it's--

It reminds him, suddenly, guttingly, of whispered rumors of dirty, bad men told in private. Words pressed into ears, raising goosebumps, hidden behind cupped hands. Gossip that drips down your spine and pools inside you, wrong but... helplessly intriguing at the same time. Intoxicating. A fly caught in a honey trap.

He feels like a dirty, bad man taking--thieving--some poor lady's worn panties and smothering himself in them, burying his face in the tiny, pretty, white-cotton underpants and fantasizing about her body, not her clothes. Picturing, filthily, how sweet and sensitive she'd be. How she'd moan and squeal and take it in a tight fit, pinned down. And as horrifyingly arousing as the nasty, vile comparison is--appealing only with his inhibitions lowered to the fucking ground, stupidly turned on and horny, not in his right state of mind--he can't quit. And, further, he makes it worse. He makes the comparison all the more real as he tilts his head to the head, thrashing side to side for a helpless, breathless moment before settling and pressing his blushing, burning face into Sebastian's pillow. He shamelessly inhales a chestful of his scent and leans that much more into it. He doesn't just rut against Sebastian's shirt as if it's a pillow conveniently held between his legs then. No. It's even more crude. Worse. He wraps Sebastian's worn shirt around his cock and defiles it.

He can't stop moaning and rutting--fucking the shirt, too dry and hot and hurting but so good--not until he's splattering his tight, clenching stomach and that goddamn shirt with his own cum, gasping, chest heaving hugely.

Jesus fuck.

Immediately, as he barely keeps his head above water between the waves of orgasm, Chris feels like he's never going to recover from this. It's so dirty. It's depraved. He... he's so shocked he just did that.

What the fuck got into him?

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It’s Okay, You’re Okay

Sebastian Sallow x Male Reader

A/N: Sorry Sebastian is so ooc, this didn’t end up being how I had planned it and I'm too lazy to rewrite it. I’ll probably remake this later and try to make Sebastian more like himself.

~ SPOILERS FOR SEBASTIAN’S QUESTLINE ~

It hadn’t been that long since you found Sebastian in the catacombs, holding the relic he had wished would cure his sister. That day left Sebastian in pieces, not only losing his uncle but also Anne too. Ever since, the two of you usually spent your days in the dorms, Sebastian in your arms as you lay in bed. Your focus was currently on a book, one that Sebastian had recommended to you recently. Said boy had his head resting on your chest and his hands wrapped around your torso as your free one scratched his back.

You feel the boy below you stir awake, his palms pressing slightly on your waist as he stretches. Your fingers find home in his locks, now scratching at his roots. You throw him a lazy smile as his head slightly lifts, eyes dull as he looks into your own. Your smile drops. “Are you feeling alright, Love?” Sebastian’s lips pull into a false smile before his eyes start watering, looking away as the first tear falls. The book is paid no more attention as it's dropped beside you, both of your hands making their way to his cheeks. “Sebastian?” 

"Did I-" He cuts himself off as he sniffles. "Do you think I did the right thing?" His voice cracked as he spoke, palms sloppily wiping his eyes. This wasn’t the first time Sebastian had woken up like this. You slightly nod as you speak. "Sebastian, you did what you had-" "But was it right to do?" Sebastian's voice raises as he interrupts you. "Sebastian.." You sit up, and Sebastian moves off of you, instead sitting in front of you. His breathing becomes erratic as his hands begin to grasp the sheets. Your hand slowly moves towards his arm; he pulls back quickly before he bursts.

"Don't!" Your arm jerks back in response to the tone, his body starts to quiver as he pulls into himself. "I'm a murderer!" His fingers grab at his clothes, pulling at the cloth for comfort. "No.. No Sebastian." You try to keep your voice calm; the shake in your voice slightly audible. "You're not a murderer." You slowly inch your way towards his shaking body. "I killed him!" You grab onto his shoulder. "Sebastian." His eyes shoot to your face. "Please, I need you to breathe." You wrap your arms around his folded body, he falls onto you and your hands grip him tightly as you whisper. "It's okay, you're okay." you start to softly rock him. "I'm here, Sebastian."

Sebastian's choked sobs become muffled against your shirt, your fingers gently running through his thick hair. "It'll be okay," you say calmly, soothing the boy against you. “ -’m sorry” He hesitated. “I shouldn’t have shouted at you.” You lightly smile, placing a kiss upon his head. “It’s alright, Love” His red eyes gaze up. “I didn’t mean to.” Your hand moves to his chin. “I know you didn’t, Seb.” You press a chaste against his ripped lips before raising your head, watching Sebastian start to lighten up. You kiss away the drying tears on his cheeks before leaving a final kiss on his forehead. It didn't take long for his quiet snores to start filling the room. You smile to yourself as you get comfortable below him. Holding him as close as you could as you started to drift to sleep.

A/N: Now that I’ve read it over, it seems very rushed so sorry for that too. Is it obvious I’ve never written comfort stuff before lol

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20 Qs for fic writers

tysm for tagging @kaidynsarell ily pookie xox

How many works do you have on AO3? - 5! i do have a few privated but i don’t count them

What's your total AO3 word count? - uhhh good question. 7416. pretty low cos i mostly write oneshots lol

What fandoms do you write for? - hogwarts legacy and harry potter

Top five fics by kudos? - well, i only have 5. but in order: potions tutor, skipping stones, more than anything, always you, a weasley christmas

Do you respond to comments? - i try to but i’m shy. i do re-read and cherish every comment i get though!

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? - i haven’t actually posted an angsty ending i don’t think. i’ve written them though.

What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? - more than anything will have the stupidest sappiest ending of all time i promise ❤️

Do you get hate on fics? - not directly but there was that confession sent to the confession blog that was very obviously about me. trans!leander still lives on regardless 🥰

Do you write smut? - from time to time. only published it once though (and i’m planning a part 2 ehehe)

Craziest crossover? - i’ve never done one i don’t think. i’d certainly like to someday.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? - mayyyybe? i really don’t think so, but i’ve been writing for a while so it’s possible some time a long time ago, but i highly doubt it.

Have you ever had a fic translated? - no, not many people read my work so it doesn’t feel necessary yet.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? - no but i would love to!

All time favourite ship? - PREWLOW mannnn anyone who’s been on this blog knows how obsessed i am with them. i rotate them constantly in my brain. i have like 400 aus of them going in my head at all times. my babies. they’re everything to me. leander needs more love

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? - i’m sort of worried i won’t finish my current wips because i’m drifting in and out of the fandom. but i’m trying!

What are your writing strengths? - i really don’t know. i suppose i’m good at writing angst and fluff interchangeably :) spellbound definitely knows my angst habits lmao

Thoughts on dialogue in another language? - i enjoy it and probably should try writing it. most of my ocs are at least bilingual and i have a pretty high fluency in spanish so it would be a fun challenge.

First fandom you wrote in? - harry potter. although i removed it a long time ago when i was 15 i wrote a wlw hufflepuff x slytherin fic

Favourite fic you've written? - my knee-jerk reaction is to say more than anything because it’s very important to me, but honestly i have to say skipping stones. i had a fun time writing it and exploring sebastian (as much as i could in a oneshot anyway)

No twentieth question - i haven’t always had the easiest time in this fandom, and i know i’ve made mistakes, but i love all the people i’ve met through it and i cherish you all who are reading this. you’re wonderful. marry me xox

tags! (sorry if double tagged): @girl-named-matty @limonnitsa @blueraineshadows @plxnetn1ne @crushribbons anyone who wants to <3

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A Dance for Two (SebastianxOminisxFem!Reader)

So... I have been replaying HL and this little idea crept into my head and I did my best to write it down. First ever time writing smut and first ever time writing fiction, so please forgive any errors in my writing. I also never use tumblr so I don't know the conventions of stuff here, lol.

All characters 18+, Content warning: praise kink, cunnilingus

You checked your watch and cursed gently. It was nearly time.

Taking a moment to check yourself over, you leaned into the mirror and applied a dab of lipstick with a handy charm that Dryad, one of the more senior dancers, had taught you when you first started. Your lips were left shiny and a wicked red, mimicking the flush one might get in the heat of the moment with a passionate lover. In any case, it flattered your choice of outfit for tonight- a new one which you had just picked up. A custom-made lingerie set comprised almost entirely of black straps and buckles, and installed with a handy charm to prevent any unsavory wizards (or witches) from gaining a glimpse of anything you weren’t willing to show.

“Get a move on, Pixie!” another dancer- Thestral- called out, smacking your ass as she shimmied past. “Busy night tonight. I saw another bachelor party,” she wrinkled her nose.

Nodding, you strapped your boots and hurried along after her.

The club was busy tonight, you noticed with interest, as you made your way to your usual spot on the stage. Usually this early there were wizards here and there, but there was a certain electricity about the crowd tonight. You lost count as your eyes skimmed the faces. The lights were dimmed and the thrums of a familiar, primal beat filled the air as you gripped the pole with both hands and arched your back, tossing your hair and doing a small twist of your hips. Just an easy warm-up to get the nearby wizards interested enough to part with some galleons once you did some more complicated tricks. You lifted your lips in a smirk as you hooked your knee around the pole, lifting yourself off the ground into a gentle spin, allowing your other leg to trail around you extended, getting lost in the music.

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Nearby, two wizards sat- whom you would have recognized if you had been able to make out the details of their faces. The first, with tousled brown hair and glinting eyes, leaned into the other, who had blonde, neatly coiffed hair and startlingly light eyes.

“You won’t believe this, Ominis,” the brunette breathed, his voice catching over the words.

Ominis tilted his head with interest as the other continued, “You remember our friend from Hogwarts. The one who disappeared after graduation?”

Ominis stiffened in surprise. “What about her?” he asked cautiously.

“She’s nearly 15 feet from us, dancing and dressed in the most filthy outfit I have ever seen.”

“Describe it to me,” Ominis all but ordered, his voice deepening in a way that made his companion chuckle richly as he heard it. Sebastian leaned into him, his hand running over his friend’s thigh as he spoke.

“It’s impossibly made. Just a bunch of straps covering up the important bits. I can imagine us taking turns unbuckling each one. Imagine her begging for us to go faster as we take our time, slowly unwrapping her.” As he finished this thought, he jerked his hand off of the other’s thigh and stood up.

“I’m buying us a dance. And a stiff drink,” he declared as he turned to make his way to the bar. “Stay here and enjoy the music. I’ll be right back.”

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Leaning back into the air, you relished in the feeling of being inverted and the rush that accompanied the feeling of weightlessness as the world spun by. The lights of the club twinkled and flashed as you turned. Spreading your legs wide while holding yourself upside-down and spinning was a challenge, and your arms burned as you held yourself in place. The sweat on the palms of your hands threatened to see you slipping down. But this was the final trick of the set and the steady clink of galleons filling your corner of the stage made the exertion worth it. You pulled your legs shut and loosened your grip enough to slide down, coming down onto the palms of your hands and kicking your legs backwards to do a small handstand onto the floor, as the final pulses of music signaled the end of the set. You caught eye contact with the dancer next to you and shared a grin, as you both swept the earnings into your pouches to be counted later.

You surveyed the crowd as you stood up, gently arching your back and feeling your muscles ache gently as you gave them a reprieve. One of the bartenders, Isabelle, a gorgeous brunette, caught your eye as she made her way up to you. She tossed you a room key which you caught and she pointed to one of the back rooms. “You seem to have an admirer,” she teased, winking at you. “He seems to be your age. Really fit; not like the usual sort. And he says he has a friend with him.”

You raised an eyebrow at her. “That should make this interesting then. Hope they tip well,” Isabelle gave you another grin and waggled her eyebrows at you. “Tell me all about it! After!” she called after you. You turned to make your way to the back rooms, lazily waving a hand in her direction.

The back rooms of the club were quieter, and the music was dimmed as you stepped through the doorway separating these rooms from the main room of the dance floor. The décor was nice enough, you supposed, comprised of red carpet and soft candlelight, casting the area in a romantic glow not entirely fitting of the actions that took place in these rooms. But, you mused, whatever it took to separate wizards, and the occasional witch, from their galleons.

You took a deep breath to steel yourself before grabbing the brass key and sliding it into the keyhole of room number 2. As you entered the room, you let out a small gasp of shock as you took in the sight of the men within. These were faces you recognized from your time at Hogwarts. “Ominis?” you asked, “and Sebastian?”

“That’s right, love,” Sebastian chuckled, his legs stretched out before him as he leaned back comfortably on the sofa.

You noticed with interest that the two of them looked quite cozy on the sofa. Ominis was leaning onto Sebastian and running his hands down his arm, before hooking his hand onto the other’s chin and pulling him in for a searing kiss.

You blinked in surprise. “I always thought you two had a thing for each other, but what are you doing here?”

Ominis laughed, pulling away from Sebastian, his lips slightly swollen and parted. “We paid for a dance, Pixie,” he teased. His familiar voice had an edge to it that you didn’t quite recognize, but which sent a slight shiver down your spine which ended in your core.

Flushing in some embarrassment, you slowly walked towards them. You noticed Sebastian leaning forward with interest, his hands placed on his knees as he observed you.

“Come a bit closer, love,” he crooned and he crooked his finger, “Don’t be shy. We won’t bite, unless you as us to.”

You stopped in front of him and appraised him. He looked similar to how he did in school, you mused, with tousled, boyish hair and an impish grin. But seeing him now, having grown into his features as he matured, sent another jolt of arousal through you. Reaching out your hands with a bit of hesitation, you placed them onto his shoulders and gently lowered yourself onto his lap facing him. You watched his eyes as he admired you, they were darkened and glittered dangerously.

“Good girl,” he whispered into your ear as he leaned back. His eyes flicked over to Ominis, who had a matching look of arousal and anticipation on his face.

It was hard not to make a noise at that, and you stiffened in embarrassment, looking between the two of them. 

Ominis chuckled. “Don’t you know, we’ve always been interested in you. We used to talk about you at school. You were the source of many of our mutual fantasies.”

“Don’t be shy, love,” Sebastian murmured again, into your ear. “Come here and give us the dance we paid for.”

You must be losing your mind, you decided, as you slowly gyrated your hips in time with the music. The course material of Sebastian’s pants felt incredible as you slowly glided over them.

“She looks so pretty,” Sebastian mused, leaning into Ominis. “The way she moves her hips is… exhilarating. It makes me wonder what other sorts of things she can do with her hips” Ominis grinned once more and turned his head towards you. “Seeing as I can’t see” -at this Sebastian groaned and rolled his eyes- “Come here and let me feel you.” You picked your hands up off of Sebastian’s shoulders and turned to the other, who also was, you noticed, incredibly handsome. His features were recognizable to you but sharpened and more refined with age. His hair fell into his eyes and he seemed to relax as he pulled you onto him. You settled into his lap and leaned back, arching your back and running a hand through your hair. His hands skimmed along your waist and neck, travelling upwards before twisting into your hair and pulling gently. You gasped in surprise, before letting out a soft noise of pleasure.

“Do you like this?” Sebastian murmured into your ear, coming behind you and running his hands along your back, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

“Yes…” you admitted, resting your head back against his chest, which was solid and muscular against you.

He smiled a boyish and familiar smile before grabbing your chin and pulling you in for a kiss. His lips were plush and warm against yours. Your lips moved softly together for a moment, in a chase kiss, before he let out a sharp noise and opened his mouth, his tongue sweeping into your mouth and brushing against your tongue. It felt too good, you mused, and your cunt clenched as your kiss deepened and you reveled in the taste of his mouth. Arousal washed through you sweetly, leaving you panting slightly and flushed with desire. With little warning, you felt two hands come to your chest and Ominis’ fingers pinched and rolled your nipples through the fabric of your bra, sending shocks of pleasure through you.

“You have such pretty tits,” Ominis stated, grinning as he heard your mewl in response.

Pulling away from Sebastian, you looked into his eyes as the two of you parted. He looked flushed as well, and his eyes glinted dangerously. “Let Ominis have a taste of your mouth,” he demanded. You were only too eager to comply and you swiveled on his lap to kiss him. He groaned into your mouth as you kissed, and you noted with pleasure that he was adept with his tongue as well, using it to gently massage your own.

Sebastian fell onto the sofa next to you, watching as you kissed. He lightly palmed his cock through his pants as he watched the two of you together. “Will you let us take off this wickedly sinful outfit?” he asked, his eyes dark and his voice taking on a quality that sent another jolt of arousal through you. You nodded eagerly, causing him to chuckle darkly. “Two kisses and she’s so eager, Ominis,” he teased, sending a sharp smack to your ass, “It makes you wonder how she’ll respond to other things.”

You almost felt your eyes roll into your head at that and made another keening sound into Ominis’ mouth. You could feel his lips quirk as he kissed you, clearly enjoying this.

“Start here,” you all but panted, gesturing vaguely to the large buckle at the side of your hips. Sebastian batted your hands away.

“We choose where to start, love,” he chided.

“Why don’t we make her more comfortable?” Ominis mused, and he helped lay you onto the sofa. You fell back with a sigh onto Sebastian’s lap, looking up at the two of them eagerly. Sebastian ran a finger down the center of your chest and popped open the buckle holding your bra together at the front. As he revealed your chest, he gently palmed your right breast and squeezed it, feeling its weight.

“You know,” he mentioned with amusement in his voice, “Our Pixie has filled out since we left Hogwarts.”

“I noticed that as well,” Ominis replied, cupping your left breast in his hand.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “How do you even know?” you demanded, “You’re blind!” Ominis chuckled, “I did hug you, you know. Many times. And I have Sebastian to thank for describing your lovely tits to me and providing the visuals, as it were.”

You groaned in frustration, though this quickly turned to one of pleasure as Sebastian began to gently pinch and roll your right nipple between his fingers. “I told you we talked about you in school,” he reminded you, and you could tell he was grinning even with your eyes closed.

It was an interesting thought- the two of them discussing you and pleasuring themselves-, you mused, as you arched your back into his hands, chasing pleasure as the two men laved attention on your breasts. You wondered what kinds of things the two of them got up to together in the boys’ dormitory at Hogwarts when you all were younger and still at school. At least, speaking for yourself, you had pleasured yourself before tucked into your bed at school following evenings in the Undercroft with the two of them. “I thought about you as well,” you admitted.

“Oh really?” Sebastian grinned. “Share your thoughts with the class, Pixie. Ominis likes it when you talk”

You flushed in embarrassment as he used your stage name. “I always thought you were both sexy. And those times the three of us spent cozied up in the Undercoft... I always wondered what kinds of things we could get up to.”

“Let us show you one of our fantasies,” Ominis urged, and you gasped as he ran a hand down your inner thigh, gently stroking the sensitive flesh there. “We used to talk about taking turns eating your cunt and we wondered how good it would taste.”

“Yes please,” you breathed, reaching out your hands and pulling Sebastian closer to you. He was all too eager to comply and he leaned down, his breath hot against your neck as he ran his tongue along the skin under your left ear. While he did so, you felt Ominis’ breath against your cunt as he knelt onto the floor and settled between your legs. “Spread your legs, love,” he asked you, nipping at the skin of your thighs. His hands gently urged your legs apart as you relaxed and revealed yourself to him. His fingers skimmed along the fabric of your panties before finding the buckles which popped open with a click and caused the scrap of fabric to fall onto the sofa. “You look like you were made for this” Sebastian whispered into your ear, his breath warm and his voice rich as he spoke to you. “Your legs spread open and your cunt on display for us.”

With your panties removed, Ominis ran a finger along your slit teasingly. “Oh, Sebastian,” he murmured. “She’s drenched.”

Sebastian groaned and his cock, already pressing into your back as you laid onto him, twitched and jerked in response to the others’ words and for how much you desired the two of them.

With that, Ominis began to softly lick at your folds, teasing you with soft laps. You whined in response and lifted your hips chasing greater pressure. Sebastian returned his attention to your nipples as he continued to whisper wicked things into your ear.

“That’s it. Good girl. Look at you so eager to receive his attentions.” You could only moan in response, bucking your hips again as the other continued to lightly tease your clitoris.

“More,” you demanded, before sighing in relief as Ominis seemed to take pity on you and began to lick you with more pressure, focusing on your engorged clitoris. His tongue expertly applied pressure in a steady rhythm, and you spread your legs wider as you chased the pleasure he was giving you.

“Let us make you feel good,” Sebastian murmured, continuing to squeeze and pleasure your nipples, somehow matching the rhythm that Ominis was setting with his tongue. “Keep making those pretty noises and let Ominis know how well he’s doing”

You let out a sharp cry as Ominis’ tongue made gentle, firm circles onto your clitoris, and your legs began to shake as you felt the pleasure beginning to build. His tongue was soft and smooth against the delicate folds of your cunt, and every sweep of his tongue along your slit caused you to jerk your hips to encourage him to apply further pressure. His hands were large and his grasp was strong as he held your hips down, his fingers digging into your hips and bruising the softness there. The inability for you to move caused the pleasure building in your gut to increase as he continued his expert ministrations. He circled, sucked, and nibbled on your clitoris, moaning into your cunt as he devoured you. And suddenly with no warning you felt your orgasm crashing around you. You felt your back arch sharply and your legs shake as you rode out the pleasure, a litany of moans and disjointed words leaving your lips. Ominis lightly tongued your clitoris as you came, prolonging the waves of pleasure and riding it out with you.

“She tastes so good. Tangy and sweet. Even better than we imagined she would,” you registered Ominis say, dimly and with a far-away quality, as you closed your eyes and reveled in the delightful bonelessness and satiation that the orgasm brought you.

“I want to have her cum on my mouth next time,” Sebastian mused, running his hands up and down your arms as he brought you down from your high.

Regaining awareness, you looked up at Sebastian and admired the arousal you saw, his eyes darkened with desire. “When can next time be?” you asked and shared a grin with him.

“Well, what time do you get off work?”

[spilltheteawithme]

I noticed that but what can you do, how many will stay once they part ways? /

That’s such a good question. I can honestly tell you that as someone who was an “outsider” looking in for a long time, here are my thoughts:

1) A lot of his “fans” actually hate him because they can’t possess or control him. Their need to write fanfiction about his personal life and force her into every aspect of his being is literally just them trying to exercise some control over his life. It brings them peace to see him visibly miserable with a woman because they don’t feel like they’re missing out on anything.

2) The shippers and other fans who feel obligated to like her subscribe to what I like to call, “uwu rule following culture.” A stupid, clunky name for a stupid, clunky way of thinking lol. It’s basically the idea that everyone in the world needs to act one way in order to be considered “good” or “worthy.” It happens amongst people who are deeply entrenched in fandom culture, I find. These are the people who think that liking the “age appropriate” (read: boring and unattractive) gf will get them brownie points with their fave. These are the people who would clutch their pearls over him seeing a woman in her twenties who has everything in common with him, but jump for joy when he’s with a woman who’s only 2 years younger and is the total opposite of all he’s claimed to stand for. These are the people who compare her to Ale and can only argue that she’s “not problematic” when she’s just as bad, if not worse. FFS, she USES tragedy to further her brand. That’s sick. They make no sense, but they want a gold star for running around the internet yelling at people on his and her behalf, as if they know them personally and have anymore of an insight on their lives than we do.

3) this is a *spicy* take, and it’s also where things get complicated. Bear with me lol:

There are psychos and idiots on BOTH sides of the PR/real argument. There are absolutely the fans who will hate any woman he breathes next to. There are fans who don’t hate Annabelle because she’s actually a jerk, but because she is currently being referred to as his gf. Period. They’re thrilled that there are valid reasons not to like her, but they’re messy af and make the rest of Team PR look tactless and stupid. These ain’t my people because I know that they’ll hate the next girl, too.

On the other hand, I’m going to refer back up to #2 and touch on my UWU Rule Following Culture point: There are people who only like her and refuse to dislike her or subscribe to the PR POV because they’re *not like other fans.* They just want so badly to be the chosen ones to follow Sebastian around with their hands cupped under his ass, not realizing that going along with shit like sheep could potentially be more harmful toward him and not at all what he wants. In short: they will like every rs he’s in, real or not, because they think it makes them better fans. It’s a purity contest.

NOW, here’s where it gets complicated: A lot of the people who typically hate his gfs because they’re his gfs are defending AW like their lives depend on it. Not because they like her or think she’s worthy, but because this is the first gf of Sebastian’s that he has no obvious affection toward or attraction to. And it’s a relief to them. A lot of these people are the same folks who would’ve harmed Margarita with their bare hands because he was obsessed with her. They like that AW is a self-insert. They like that they’re spared the pain of watching him love on a woman. I’d even venture to say that they like that he looks miserable next to her. Because deep down, in their delusion, they like that they can look at that and convince themselves, “I would make him happier.” They drone on about how all of us are sooooo awful and ugly and are just mad that Seb won’t fuck us, but they’re just projecting. Believe me when I say that they will hate the next girl he’s actually crazy about, especially if shes young, talented, and beautiful. And so, some of them will stick by AW because AW will inevitably hate and stalk this woman until every single stringy hair is pulled from her own head.

The obedient UWU rule followers will simply migrate their loyalty over to the next gf. They may be of use in that case if the next girl is lovely and the situation is the total opposite of what the AW situation has been.

Also worth noting that a lot of Seb’s fans hate men and like Sebastian because he’s shown to be a more sympathetic figure toward women (make no mistake: I ADORE that he’s a gentle soul who respects women). It’s kind of like how racist people are just in love with POC who say what they want to hear. They like that, in their minds, he’s submissive and easy to control. Realistically, they are about 2 seconds away from hating him at all times. They are just waiting for him to fail so they can say how he’s awful and just like every other man. A lot of these people ALSO love Annabelle because they don’t think a man should be with a woman he’s crazy about. It’s weird as fucking hell. These are the people who have the nerve to say, “he’s more problematic than she is.” You best believe some of these fuckers will jump ship when they split, and the normal Seb fans will be relieved. Go ride Annabelle’s narcissistic ass into the sunset. Don’t let the door hit you in your way out!

Aaaaand…I think that concludes my novel 😂 some will stay, some will go, some will stay and still ship him with a woman he was never actually in love with long after he’s found someone else. Sebastian said it himself: his fans are a trip!

😳🍿!!

[milflewis]

*slams table* MORE DANTTERI + OLIVER

ok. so. lol this got a bit too long to just leave it out free so it’s under the cut. idk if this is quite what you wanted but here !!

A kid pops up behind Valtteri, floppy hair, flat brim cap, big eyes, and before Daniel can stop him, tell him that Valtteri doesn’t like being touched, he taps him on the shoulder, all grin.

Valtteri turns, mouth curling into a smile instantly, and opens his arms. The guy laughs, hugging him around the waist. Huh. Okay. Okay. That’s so fine.

He punches Valtteri lightly in the chest when he pulls back, eyes bright. “This place is a fucking maze, you know? Took me ages to find you.”

Valtteri rolls his eyes, bumping his shoulder into his, and, and, staying there? What in the actual fuck is going on. Lewis’s eyebrows are raised beside him, long fingers fiddling with one of his chains.

“You found me eventually, didn’t you?”

“Yeah,” the kid says, beaming up at Valtteri. “I did.” Daniel rolls his eyes. Jesus.

“So,” Lewis starts. “You going to introduce us, VB, or?”

Valtteri gives him a stare, cheeks glowing a faint pink. “This is Oliver. Solberg. We met at ROC.”

“Oh, yeah,” Lewis says, holding out a ringed hand, grinning. “I remember you saying. Hey, I’m Lewis.”

Daniel does not remember Valtteri saying.

The kid’s — Oliver’s — eyes are a little wide when he shakes Lewis’s hand, once, twice, blushing slightly. “Yeah, I, uh, I know who you are.”

“Good race,” Lewis says, hand going back to his pocket. “That last one against your dad, whew, was close. Very fun.”

They could be matching, Daniel thinks, a touch sourly, looking from Oliver to Valtteri who is rolling his eyes. Everyone gets like this around Lewis — whether it’s the seven time world champion thing or the smile or the eyes or the arms or just Lewis — it’s a familiar song and dance.

“You watch ROC?” Oliver seems to be bouncing back quick, blush already fading. Daniel squints at him, ignoring the face Valtteri makes at him.

Lewis shrugs. “Have to. I’d never hear the end of it from him and Seb if I didn’t.” He jerks at thumb at Valtteri. “Apparently I’m a terrible friend if I don’t ‘support them virtually’, like Sebastian knows what the fuck virtually means but you know.”

Oliver laughs, pushing his cap up, teeth bright. Valtteri’s face softens slightly as he scoffs. Oliver looks at him, smiling, before turning to Daniel, holding out his hand.

Daniel swallows, grabbing it when Lewis looks like he’s about to step on his foot and pretend it’s an accident. He’s wearing those steel capped combat boots today, better not risk it.

“Yeah,” Daniel says. “I’m Daniel.”

The corner of Oliver’s mouth twitches and he glances at Valtteri again. “Oh,” he says. “I’ve heard so much about you.”

Valtteri is blushing again, darker this time, and Daniel squeezes Oliver’s hand one more time before letting go. He hates not knowing the punchline and there is a joke here. He knows there is. He can, like, smell it or something. Lewis is grinning up at blue cloudless sky when Daniel looks at him.

[monsterdramahub]

Monster Drama Danger Tiers

Here I’ve organized all my OCs into handy categories to give an idea how I’d generally like them to be treated in any given plot.

However, please note that all is fair in crack roleplay: just be aware of course, that crack is not canon and not serious. You can also use anon to mess around and find out without consequence. Though if I feel you’re abusing crack rp to do nothing but avoid consequences, Imma cut you off.

Literal Cosmic Supergod

The Producer

This is a world ender. A reality bender of terrifying prepositions. It’s not even really a character as much as it is a force of destruction. For this reason, I am incredibly selective on who gets serious plots with this thing. A good rapport is required before I bring the Producer into our plots in any significant way. It can be defeated, but that would need to be in one hell of a big overarching plot, if you feel ambitious and also if I trust you.

Boss Monsters

The Gourmand, Static, Tabs, Altar, Ari, Jelly, Carbonia, Nil, Trash, Bittersworth, We

Boss monsters are also still extremely powerful, (but the Producer definitely needed a category to itself lol). I expect narrative gravitas given to these characters. They aren’t to be brushed off (by the plot; characters will behave ic to mess around and find out obviously). Think of them as final bosses. Defeatable, but needs a lot of building up, and probably with things to overcome before even reaching them. As well, I won’t allow the first several plots we get to be defeating one of these. Again, build up. As well, no one is guaranteed a “kill the boss” plot: it all depends on what’s narratively satisfying.

Standard

Dactylus, Mastodon, Judas, Slayer, Phraktyl, Empress, Marshmallow, Flea, Jenna, Regina, PB, Leoni, Kid, Owl, Napoleon, Scavenger, Joei, Savannah, Spines, Crest, Duchess, Witchazel, Fern, Sphynx, Naja

This is your standard character. Not OP like the boss monsters but still with a respectable level of bite or seriousness that forbids them from being a total punching bag by the narrative. Not much else to say. Just some guys.

Chew Toys

Slugsworth, Maiden, Marinus, Huey, Sleezey, Wheezey, Cheezey, Dustdevil, Max, Null, Walter, Sebastian, Kattz, Scrapper, Roja, Chip, Zelle, Charlemagne, Rogue

These characters may be humiliated and trounced. Keep in mind, this doesn’t equate to these guys necessarily being pushovers. That may be the case, but what also might be the case is they are massive jerks who need comeuppance, or they’re chaotic stupid and need to be whacked with consequences. Keep in mind, even with these characters, I’m definitely going to get bored if interactions are nothing BUT humiliation.

[aspiringpolymath]

Mid Year Reading Check In

I compiled this at the end of June, so it's not up to the minute accurate, but a good indication of how my reading year has gone so far. I tweaked the questions a bit to suit my reading style. If anyone sees this and wants to answer them PLEASE tag me so I can see what you are reading!

Mid Year Book Check In Questions:

Did you set a reading challenge; if so, how’s it going? (AKA How many books have you read?)

Best book(s) you’ve read so far?

Best sequel or book in a series you've read so far?

New release you haven't read yet, but want to?

Most anticipated release for the second half of the year?

Biggest disappointment?

Biggest surprise?

Favorite new author? (Debut or new to you)

Newest favorite character (for whatever reason)?

Book that made you cry or saddest book you’ve read?

Book that made you happy?

Favorite review you've written this year? (Can be glowing or a takedown)

Favorite cover for a book you've read this year?

What books are your priority to read by the end of the year?

Answers:

According to GR, I’ve read 239 books (tho I prefer ‘title’ since some are pretty short. I read a mix of novels, novellas, shorts and manga/comics.) My GR goal is 365, so I’m ahead of schedule!

Bests

Manga - Restart After . . . duology by Cocomi

Graphic novel - Mamo by Sass Milledge (ff ya)

Non LGBTQ+ romance book - The Very Secret Society of Irregular Witches by Sangu Mandanna (still casually queer)

Short book - Bisclavret by K.L. Noone

Standalone mm romance book (there are not a lot of these, lol) - We Could Be So Good by Cat Sebastian (I didn’t want it to be over, so I really took my time.)

3. Three way tie between The Missing Page by Cat Sebastian, Malibu by Emmy Sanders, and Out of the Wild Night by Marina Vivancos. Oh, and Muscle Cub by Slade James!

4. Loads, but I still haven’t read The Secret Lives of Country Gentlemen by KJ Charles and I really need to get on that.

5. I’m looking forward to the next volume of Our Not-So-Lonely Planet Travel Guide by Mone Sorai. Oh, and Gentle Chaos by Tyler Gaga (ghosthoney on IG and TikTok)

6. I was most recently disappointed by How To Say I Do by Tal Bauer - not hugely, just wasn’t what I was hoping for.

7. I was really pleasantly surprised by Show Me How to Trust by Ray Celar. I didn’t have high hopes after book 2, but this one really took the time it needed to with the characters. Not a perfect book, but really lovely.

8. I’ve read a couple of short things by her in the past, but this year Crystal Lacy has become a new go-to author.

9. Sal from The Demon’s Mate by Delaney Rain, and maybe Collin from Off-Ice Behavior by Hannah Henry.

10. Some I’ve already mentioned made me cry, but I Felt a Funeral, in My Brain by Will Walton made me cry no fewer than five times. It’s a weird prose poem YA book about grief and generational addiction, I thought it was so well done. A book that made me cry mostly happy tears was Keep Me by HJ Welch.

11. The audiobook of Heartbreak Boys by Simon James Green made me legitimately lol.

12. Well, the one that has gotten the most likes on GR is my 1 star of The Right Wrong Number by Katie Warren, but I did like my pithy review for So These Rude Grumpy Arrogant Jerks Fall In Love and It’s Gross by TJ Land. https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/5353619286

13. The Roger Crenshaw books by Taylor Titmouse have amazing covers, and illustrations inside, too.

Also, Haunt, Heart, Havoc by Freydís Moon has a super striking cover.

14. I’d like to get back to In Memoriam by Alice Winn. I started it, but there were holds and I knew it was going to get very sad. Oh, and this probably should have been listed above, but I also want to get to Something Wild and Wonderful by Anita Kelly soon.

[spaceyaceface]

👓 🦈 💥 for the ask game please 👉🏻👈🏻 and i said it already but you deserve all the love so HAPPY BIRTHDAY CUTIE 💞

Thank you so so much!!! ily ahhhhhh

👓 - What helps you focus when you right?

Honestly what helps me focus is having things to jump around with lol. I have this silly system of writing about a 100 words, checking my phone or switching WIPs or something, then writing another 100 haha. Little milestones like that I guess?

🦈 - Which character is the toughest to write?

Hmmm for HL, I'd probably have to go with Leander. I feel like I just don't know his character too well right now, and I've only ever written him to be a jerk in my earlier stuff, and my opinion of him as kinda changed lol.

💥 - What is one canon thing that you wish you could change?

How freaking manipulative MC is to Ominis. It makes me soul hurt. Like NO, Sebastian is already being toxic to him, please stop he doesn't need more of this!!!