#sebby raw

[digitalfountains]

Maryam Iman by Sebby Raw

[drk-of-light]

My dream is to one day make a piece of media that will permanently change the heart of at least one person entirely and set their whole life on a new trajectory in a positive way

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

I accidentally deleted one ask instead of saving it in draft :( but luckily still had the email notification from anon so I can copy the text!

Anon asked: "Hi! If it's alright, can I ask for the SDV + expanded bachelors accidentally discovering the farmer is secretly half siren (or basically half sea beast) or something. A silly twist would be that the farmer also had no idea of the ability either, and thought that their late grandpa being this fish person was just a tall tale (now they realized that they also inherited this magic as well, and have no clue on what to do). I apologize if it sounds random. It actually is, and I was a little bored, lmao. Have a great week OP ✌️"

Thank you very much for your question, dear anon! Hope you have a wonderful day too!

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SDV/SVE bachelors accidentally discover that Farmer is secretly half sea creature:

A swim in the sea on Ginger Island ended with Farmer coming ashore all scaly, scaring the resting Harvey to white. Luckily the doctor had a small first aid kit with him, and with everything he needed he took the full shocked Farmer away to examine them and not embarrass them in front of the others. At first Harvey (and Farmer too), thought it was some rare skin disease or a very unusual and strange manifestation of allergies. Because... he couldn't think of anything else. That magic was involved was not even an option. But later it turned out to be magic. Honestly, siren or not, Harvey was just glad that Farmer was healthy and nothing threatened their lives.

Elliott used to jokingly refer to Farmer as a siren all the time because of their beautiful voice and how gloriously they sang when the couple were relaxing in the evening on the seashore. A truly magical voice that would take a writer in love captive in mere seconds. However, when one fateful day Farmer appeared before Elliott with a fishtail, both realised that his jokes were not so far from the truth. It was rather shocking, undeniably. He had guessed about the existence of sea creatures, but he couldn't have thought.... Farmer themself was also quite shocked as well, so they are keeping the secret from everyone in town and will think about what to do next.

You know, despite the rather fucked up situation as it is, Shane now knows why Farmer had such an obsession with eating freshly caught fish RAW while sea fishing. So it's their staple diet, huh... How weird is this whole thing... It would be okay if Farmer just decided to show Shane their true look, but they didn't know they were half sea creatures themself. He has no idea what to do. He wants to help Farmer, but he doesn't even know how, feeling completely helpless and therefore even more fucked up. No, Shane need advice from an expert on magic crap, so he will get information from either the weird hermit in the woods or even their local fisherman.

A fish tail instead of legs and the frightened look in Farmer's eyes... Sebastian certainly hadn't expected this. Maybe this green rain had something to do with people after all and they shouldn't have been walking in such strange weather? However, after couple of days, both of them then found out (from the Wizard) that the Green Rain didn't turn Farmer half-fish directly, but simply activated the magic inside them. Farmer is completely shocked. Sebby is too (but also thinks it's cool). He lets Farmer decide what to do next, but he won't refuse to help them if there are any difficulties with transformations and they need to hide.

Alex was ready for a fight when he heard a loud shout from Farmer. Someone had hurt his partner?! And in the rush, the athlete accidentally almost hit Farmer, because... He didn't recognize them. "Is that... you?" Despite the fish tail where their legs used to be, it's still Farmer. A scared shitless, confused Farmer. Alex gently wrapped his partner in a beach towel and quickly took them to the clinic for help. Wizard was the first to reach them, calming the couple down and explaining what had happened. "Your grandpa was a mermaid?!" "It was just tales!" Basically, a week was enough time for them both to get back on track and think further about what to do about Farmer's origins.

Sam laughed at first, thinking that Farmer had decided to put on a costume and prank him by pretending to be a mermaid. Except when the young guitarist saw the terrified eyes of his friend/partner, the realisation that this wasn't a joke struck him like a lightning. So they're a real sea monster?! Wow, that's... so awesome! Or no, wait, does that mean they're going to be taken to some secret organisation? All right, well, no more distraction! Sammy is always willing to help Farmer and will let them hide in his room if their transformation into a sea creature is not well controlled (even if his mom Jodi will constantly berate Sam for the sand and seaweed on the floor).

It was a good thing Victor's mother wasn't home, or she would have had a heart attack from her son's heartbreaking scream. He shrieked when scales suddenly appeared on Farmer's skin and webbing formed between their fingers. At that, Farmer screamed as well. "What happened to you?!" "What happened to me?!" "You... don't know?" The first thing that came to the spaghetti lover's mind was that Farmer had been cursed. The news from Wizard that Farmer had always been half fish in the first place threw both of them into a stupor. He won't tell anyone about this event and will remain the same caring friend/lover towards Farmer.

What surprised Lance was not even the fact that Farmer was half sea creature, but the fact that Farmer themself did not know it. They hadn't had any strange sensations from contact with seawater before? Or maybe there were some details in the tale about their late grandfather that might have made them aware of their origins? This explain their strong magic and aura around them, by the way. Fortunately, The First Slash has more experience in studying sea creatures that any other guild, so there's definitely a book in the archives that could help Farmer figure out how to transform back into human form. Lance promises to help Farmer and keep the secret.

Magnus also can't understand why Farmer couldn't know for so long that they were half-siren. Although on the other hand, even the wizard's sense couldn't tell him that the person standing in front of him wasn't quite human. He, with his vast experience and excellent sense of magic around him! Hmm, maybe the transformation only manifests itself after person growing up... Either way, it's good that Farmer turned into a sea creature in his tower, and not in the middle of Pelican Town. A wise wizard will give Farmer special elixirs and ointments that will help hide their true appearance, and also recommend visiting him if something happens.

[annaizscribbling]

one of those Stardew drabbles where the farmer is not quite human but from different villager perspectives. Here's Sebby's

(Pt 1) (pt 2) (pt 3) (pt 4) (pt 5) (pt 6) (pt 7)

Sebastian sipped his piping hot coffee. He took it with a bit of cream these days. He was comfortably settled against his favorite windowsill, watching his wife work in the field. The sun politely warmed his pale skin. He’d gained a little color since moving to the farm, but not enough to really lose his sickly pallor. He made sure of that, wearing plenty of sunscreen.

He’s content. It’s nice to feel that way. Living in a stuffy basement, working and isolating himself felt foggy and miserable. But now, he’s happy. Calmer. He managed to get out of that old environment, and here with his wife, life finally seemed to mean something. He doesn’t long to escape and become something, instead, what he already is has become something worthwhile.

Living on a quiet farm, making breakfast for his wife, picking fruit and feeding chickens. It brings out a softness in him, a side that never fully been realized. Tenderness. Serenity. Peace.

Sebastion watches his wife chew some raw seaweed, pulled directly from her little black backpack. She’s never without that bag, as soon as she gets out of bed, it’s over her shoulder until she sleeps again. His eyes trail her bare arms as she clears some rocks. He’d given up on understanding how and why she consumes some strange foods, as long as he can wrangle her into a few balanced meals with him, he doesn’t care too much.

Her muscles are toned, far more defined than his will probably ever be. She hefts her pickaxe high above her head before brining it down onto the stone, shattering it. She’s quick to scoop up the rocks she wants as she kicks the rest to the side. His wife could do it for hours without pause, hours upon hours. Time always seemed to part for her.

She unknowingly flexes her bicep as she prepares to strike again. So strong, he can’t help but lean a little further into the window to catch a good glimpse. The little black tank top she usually wears leaves her deeply tanned olive skin on display. There’s hardly a sheen of sweat on her, which Sebastion always found strange. He takes one step outside on a summer day and he’s instantly disgusting. Somehow every hair on her face is immaculate and the thick eyeliner she applies every morning is always inexplicitly intact.

Perhaps he once thought of her as a strange woman, but now she’s his strange woman. The love of his life, the sexy farmer who he accidently stumbled into a romance with. The quiet, perhaps at times eerie, foreign city girl who changed the whole town. Who changed him …

He enjoyed watching her. It didn’t really matter what she was doing, her existence just drew him in. Sometimes he felt like a housecat unwilling to leave a sunbeam. Her radiance warmed him, calmed him, it made him feel like he was exactly where fate wanted him to be. She was the sun, or at least she was his. It didn’t matter what he was, so long as he could bask in her presence.

Speak of the devil, Sebastian doesn’t realize she’s come back inside until the front door opens. He discovers that he’s smiling before he’s even realized he’s turned his head to look at her.

Short curls that don’t seem to care for gravity and its rules. Freckled olive skin. Big brown eyes that seem to melt anybody who stares into them long enough. Muscles that he longs to caress and be wrapped up in each morning. Big heavy boots who have seen more monster blood and dirt than most do in their lifetimes. A shy smile.

The Farmer. His wife.

“Hey, Babe,” Sebatian says, “want some coffee? I woke up early from a nightmare and couldn’t fall back asleep.”

She smiles, and it’s so genuine that even now that they’ve been married a year, his heart just swells with that fluttery kinda love. His wife wasn’t a huge talker, it’s not that she didn’t talk at all, but she often spoke with her face. At this moment, her soft eyes are telling him everything he needs to know.

Soon, they’re cuddled together on the big sofa his mother had built. A cup of coffee for each of them rests on the coffee table. She’s resting her head on his lap, looking up at him with a dreaminess he’s sure is present on his own face.

“I have a gift for you,” she whispers, reaching into her bag, which she slipped off her shoulder and onto the rug. “Eyes closed, please.”

Sebastian does as he’s told. He feels her warm hands pry open his cold one, and something chilly is pushed into his palm. One side of his mouth turns up in a knowing smile. He knows what the gift is by the shape, and it charms him just as much as it did the first time she brought him one.

“A frozen tear,” Sebastian says fondly, holding up the glassy, perpetually cold little tear. He loves collecting them, keeping them, studying them. The first one she ever gave him is his favorite. He even had Clint turn it into a necklace. It’s under his hoodie on a chain even now, slightly cold, pressing against his chest, gently reminding him how much somebody loves him.

“It’s perfect,” Sebastian says, rubbing his thumb over the round base of the tear.

She tries to give him another one, but Sebastion laughs and tells her to stop spoiling him. He’ll take it later, when he doesn’t see it coming. One gift a day is already so much, especially combined with getting to hold her every night. A man’s heart can only handle so much.

Sometimes he wonders how she could possibly be of this world. She’s an angel. She’s a celestial being who commands the earth below her feet by purely existing. He’s sure of it some days. The plants grow like they’re reaching for her somehow. The waters always bring a fresh fish for her hook within seconds. The two can go looking for seashells together, but they’ll wash up to shore just for her, surely they must be. She heals weary souls by simply talking to her. Her farm animals love her, managing to produce perfect eggs and milk through their adoration for her.

Sebastion didn’t really know what she was, but he loved her.

[melindaaskblog]

[Sebastian had been counting the 'day' cycles since he had last seen Melinda, the bare skin around the 'new' collar scratched raw, from a mix of anxiety, and the agonizing jolts of electricity that dug into his flesh through the metal box haphazardly attached to the steel band.]

[Why did he warn Melinda. Why did he feel the need to give the voidmass information- He was supposed to keep his mouth shut. Keep it shut. Don't say anything that you haven't cleared with the researchers. Stay quiet and fix the things that the kind people down here can't.]

[The light next to the door flicked on. He quickly slithered to the opposite wall.]

[The door slid open. MTF unit, and a researcher. Why the researcher? They wouldn't let him see Melinda again. He wanted to see Melinda again.]

"Come on out, Z-13. You're set to meet with Melinda again. Read through this- If you break from your script like last time, I can't help you from being more severely punished."

[Clipboard. The writing was tiny. He could barely read it. A lot of questions.]

"Come on now. Read up on that while we go visit the voidmass, understood?"

"... Hi again, there-!"

[He looked at the cell. It looked.... cleaner, then last time. How did they clean it? It looked clinical. Was Melinda comfortable?]

"Are you... okay, in there?"

[He scratched at the skin around the collar again, dried spots of blood visible on the metal. He didn't touch the collar.]

"Er- I mean- Sorry for what happened last time, I was just in a bit of a paranoid fit- Urbanshade wouldn't hurt you!"

[The words rang hollow in empty air.]

-sebbi

[Melinda would seem pleased for a moment as she grabbed her notepad and now new pen, but her eyes would narrow a fraction at the end.]

◇Well, he got the boldness beat out of him, didn't he? Great. I'm practically talking to Urbanshade's dog.◇

`Hello again, and I'm quite alright. I had my cell cleaned after a bit of an incident, but it's nothing to worry about.`

`I understand your excu explination, we all have our bad moments. It's hard to stay calm in such a place. But, if it's any consolation, I do appreciate that your first instinct was to try and warn me. You're quite the kind soul.`

◇Under all that obedience, that is.◇

`But, I've been here for quite some time now, born and raised here even. Trust me when I say I know the kind of... situations that can happen here.`

[Melinda's form would ripple with a shiver, quickly throwing one of their now freshly washed blankets over themselves.]

`Apologies, that must have looked strange. It's always kept quite cold in here. Meant to keep me docile slow and sleepy, or calm, if that's the word you prefer.`

`I believe I can safely assume you have questions. Feel free to ask what the researchers told you. Though I don't mind you having your own, it's nice to have a bit of small-talk instead of pure business.`

◇Then maybe I can actually get some enjoyment out of this. I feel a bit bad for the poor bastard.◇

[ghastigiggles]

I dunno if it’s okay to go on a mini ramble but that one death voice line with Sebby where it’s literally just “*holding in laughter*” IS SO SILLY HDNDHDHD I DUNNO IF YOUVE EVER GOTTEN IT BUT LIKE AUGH I KNOW HE’S LAUGHING AT US BUT ITS JUST SO CUTE

YEAH ACTUALLY SOMEONE DMED ME A TIKTOK WITH IT. I need to try and get it so i have the raw audio (though if anyone else has it & can send it my way my life is yours)

[bloodyknucklesforme]

I am physically incabaple of writing smut without following up with angst. anyways here's Nina finding out her family is dead and Gaz being a good friend

Nina turned her phone on 'do not disturb' before clocking in. She wanted to avoid any further family arguments. Her mum was still upset she'd chosen to stay and work rather than join the annual family holiday on the coast. Another tradition that only started when her brother was born. She tried not to take it out on him but it was hard to watch him get everything she ever wanted from their parents.

She tossed her phone into her locker, giving up any temptation to look.

"Good afternoon, beautiful." Kyle grinned as he moved around her. "I just put a table in your section."

Nina enjoyed work. She liked when it was fast paced and time breezed by. SHe didn't like arguing with Simon over the rawness of steak.

"It is medium rare!"

"I'm not saying it's not. The dickhead at fifteen says its not! Can I just get a new one?"

"Just switch plates and give that back!"

"It won't be hot!"

"Fuck me!"

He remade it for her.

"Thank you."

"Fuck off."

"Dick!"

The corners of his eyes raised in a smirk as she took her plate and left.

It was slowing down before evening rush. She went to the back of house to steal some fries and sips of water. She could hear Kate and John yelling from down the hall.

Everyone turned to look at her as she walked in. It unnerved her. So many faces with looks of devastation. Kleo covered her mouth with her hand and looked away. Gus and Reyes were the first to turn back to their work. Kate looked like she'd been crying. She felt Simon standing behind her.

"Nina, Kate's office. Now." John said, untying his apron. He nodded at Simon and he was gone as quick as he appeared. John laid a hand on her shoulder. "C'mon love."

"You finally firing me?" She tried to joke. He wouldn't even look at her.

John shut the door and sat her down in the comfy chair. He knelt down before her and took her hands in his.

"I'm so sorry, love. I am so sorry."

"What?" She was scared, like she was at the edge of a cliff and the ground was crumbling. She was going to fall and she couldn't do anything to stop it.

"Kate got a call from the Dungeness police."

Nina bit down hard on her lower lip. That's where her family was staying.

"There was an accident."

She let out a cry.

Just him. Let it just be him. Let her mum and Sebby be okay. Let it just be him.

"There weren't any survivors, Nina." John held her hands tight. "They're all gone."

Downstairs Gaz looked over the seating chart. Nova and Chuy could each take another table.

"We're closing," Simon said. Kyle jumped.

"Bloody hell, you never fail to live up to your namesake do you?"

"Tell the people waiting to leave." Simon said. Chuy, Nova and Kate were already going around telling people they had to close, everyone's meal was comped.

"Why are we closing?" Kyle had never seen Price close early. Simon frowned, trying to answer.

"Nina's family-"

There was a scream from the back office. Kyle's heart sunk in his chest. It was a scream of pure pain and grief. It was Nina. He shoved his way past Simon, almost crashing into multiple patrons on his way to the office.

Nina sat with her head between her knees as Price rubbed her back. Kyle looked at Price and before he could ask was answered with a solemn nod.

He knelt down in front of Nina and pressed his head against hers.

"Gaz. They're lying," She said softly. Tears ran from her cheeks and onto her pants.

Kyle laid his hands on her knees. He didn't know what to say. They'd grown up together. He didn't get on with her family but he'd known her parents his entire life. He took her brother to football practice only a couple weeks before. He was only fifteen.

"Kyle... tell me they're lying." Her voice cracked as she reduced to begging. "Please. Tell me...tell me they're lying."

"I'm so sorry, Nim." He did his best to hug her, pulling her closer to him. She opened up, wrapping her arms around him and sobbing into his shoulder. He did his best to keep his balance as she slid of the chair and into his lap. Her sobs were long and aching.

Any arguments customers had about leaving were subsided by her cries. Everyone was quiet as they started their cleaning tasks. Kyle rocked her in his arms. Price knelt down beside them, rubbing her back again.

"Let's get you home."

"No..nonono." She clung to Kyle. She still lived with her family.

"Want to go to my place?" Kyle asked, stroking her hair. "You can stay with me."

She nodded against him.

"Just hold on, I got you." Kyle scooped her up bridal style as he stood, Price offering his arm for balance. Nina could hardly focus on what was going on. Her whole chest ached. She wanted to throw up.

Kyle was the only thing she could focus on. She pressed her nose against the crook of his neck and breathed in his cologne, the same scent he'd been wearing for years. She glad he was carrying her, she felt like there wasn't even a floor. She'd just fall forever. If she let go she'd fall and she'd lose him too.

There was a knock on the door. Simon had gathered her things. He looked at her with a shared grief, like she was going through a door he'd already been through.

"Clear her notifications," He said to Price. How many calls did she miss? If she'd picked up would it all be different? She could saved them.

Price drove them to Kyle's flat. He laid her on his bed and started to undo her hair from its bun. He helped her change out of her work clothes and into one of his shirts and a pair of boxers.

Price made tea that would go cold.

"I'm going to go down there and bring them back, okay? Kyle will look after you." He kissed her forehead. "Kyle you call me about anything, understand?"

"Yes, sir." Kyle had been out of the service for a year now and he still called Price sir. Kyle tucked her into bed climbed in beside her. She alternated between ear shattering sobs and silent tears. He held her through it all. His mum stopped by with food at some point. Nina's mum had been her friend.

Kyle only focused on Nina, stroking her hair, rocking her, helping her shower and eat, staying awake while she slept to fend off any nightmares.

He was her life jacket on the raft of his bed. The world outside of it was too awful to even think about. It was made of nothing and meant nothing. Time stopped meaning anything.

Price was asking her questions about funerals and she couldn't even sit up to look at him.

"I wish it was me," she whispered.

"Don't say that, Nina." Kyle pressed his forehead against hers. They were under the covers, shielded from the daylight.

"It's my fault."

"No, it's not."

"I didn't go. if I had gone-"

"I would have lost my best friend." He wouldn't let her talk like that. He couldn't stop her from thinking but he could stop from vocalizing those thoughts, making them real. "I love you, Nina. I'm so happy you're here."

He held her as she started crying again. He held her during the funeral. He gritted his teeth as people lined up to pay respects to her father. An SAS captain, like Price. The union jack was draped over his coffin. He didn't deserve the respect. He was found at fault for the accident, going too fast around a corner.

Nina hated him. He stole her family from her in childhood, neglecting her over anger that she wasn't a son. He stole her family from her as an adult, killing her mother and brother with carelessness. Kyle and John were all she had left.

Tags: : @water-bearz @gogh-with-the-flow @queen-ilmaree @macravishedbymactavish

[sebsxphia]

Sebbie dahling, forgive me for I've come to sin, I had the funniest thought on the way home from getting dinner (funny enough it's Greek food on the menu this week at my town pub and the lamb burger was delicious, but after reading that last chapter last night......lol).

It's no secret amongst your family and friends that Preacher!Rhett is a serious horny toad. After you adopted Amy, the last thing you were expecting was for her to walk her little self into your shared bedroom to find you both "wrestling" in bed together one night but hey, she at least got a baby sister out of it (lol).

Things are going real smooth when after a Sunday service you tell Rhett you're pregnant again and he's over the moon. Pretty soon the whole town knows the preacher's wife has another bun in the oven.....well two actually and they're both boys. Rhett helps both you and the midwife deliver the boys at home. Of course, they're his little angels right?

Cut to when they're five.

You've got the girls loaded up in the truck on a sweltering summer day, you're waiting for Rhett when he comes around the corner, nostrils flaring and his lip tight with annoyance. The boys are each under one of his arms, giggling like crazy and all three of them are covered in spatters of mud and probably something else.

"You ok?" you ask, trying to stifle a laugh.

"GIVE ME FROGS!!!!" Rhett finally blurts out. "FLIES, BURNING ICE, A FUCKING RIVER OF BLOOD!!!!!! BUT THESE TWO?? THESE TWO ARE THE ELEVENTH PLAGUE THAT MOSES HIMSELF CHOSE TO GIFT ME WITH!!!!!"

You quickly catch the laugh that nearly escapes your throat, trying so hard not to laugh on the way there and during the service, your head bowed to keep your husband from seeing your face. Of course your boys are total angels when their father is at the pulpit, but good God when they're at home? That's a whole other story.

Later on while dinner's in the oven and the kids are running around outside in the yard, you and Rhett are snug on the couch watching a movie and he notices the laughing look on your face.

"Whatcha thinkin m'lamb?" he asks.

"Guess this is what we get for doing it raw in the back of your truck," you laugh.

"Nah m'lamb that's nothin," he says flatly, setting his Long Island iced tea down on the coffee table. "I knew they were gonna be an unholy nightmare the minute they showed their lil dingers on that sonogram."

Sebbie I'm so sorry, I'm in a really silly mood this evening and this is the result (lol).

ehehe please don’t apologise my love, i loved this 🥹 i like to think that he can be patient… but with your little ones running around like that? it’s okay for him to say the lord’s name in vein 🤭💌

[missheatherlee]

She grinned to her friend, shrugging playfully. 'Sebby's quite the ladies man. Maybe you should take some lessons from him.' A noise of amusement escaped her throat as she elbowed Marco. 'No one's stopping you from joining him. I'm sure raw pumpkin guts are a delicacy.'

"did you just compare me to sebby?" he asked, unable to stop the laugh at left his lips. "sebby is way better looking than me, that's not fair to him" marco nodded his head "sounds like sebby is getting the best deal out of us all, pumpkin guts and seeds? a feast for a king"

[digitalfountains]

Maryam Iman by Sebby Raw

[yanderemommabean]

Please give ghe more unhinged thoughts, theyre amazing

“There we go~ good boy, such a good boy for me” Alex praises, stroking up Sebastian’s cock slowly “Gotta get every last drop from you. Can’t have my baby’s tasty milk going to waste can we?”

Sebastian whimpers, sobbing as he bites down on the gag between his teeth. His hips jerk and try to dislodge the jock, but it’s no use, he’s so weakened and drained that all it does is amuse the man.

“I know, I know, feels too good huh? Hmph you’re so cute like this. Cumming in my hand and being so pretty for me” Alex continues to praise and admire, slowing his ministrations for a moment to soak in the sight.

Poor Sebastian was exhausted, terrified, and confused. Alex is sure Sam has never given him a good time like this, it might as well be Sebastian’s first! Sam has no idea how to touch a man like Sebby, how to make him melt and moan like a good boy.

“Sams never touched you like this has he? Maybe dry humped and called it a day, but he’s never touched you like you needed” Alex bites out, slowly spreading Sebastian’s legs as he licks up his sensitive shaft. “Mmm I can make you feel so good. I can do every nasty thing you can think of, and more. Just tell me what you want and I’ll do it!”.

The gag is taken out with a soft tug, and Sebastian catches his breath, tears forming in his eyes as his sore throat tries to form words. “Just- please I’m sorry for whatever I did! Alex I-I don’t know what I did I’m sorry!”

Alex just hushed him softly, stealing a kiss as he rubs his hands over his chest. “Shh shh shh baby, you didn’t do anything wrong at all! It’s the other people who pushed me to my limit. I hate how they treat you, make you upset. It’s why I had to snatch you up”

Sebastian was about to sob again, but chokes and tenses when he feels Alex’s warm, wet tongue sliding over his hole. “Mmm my sweet baby, being so neglected. Such a pretty hole, needing my attention” he moans, pulling Sebastian’s cheeks apart even more to slither his tongue inside and hold him open.

“Ungh! Alex no! No please! A-ah!” The bound man moans, pathetically fighting as Alex just holds him still, tongue fucking his tight hole as he groans and growls obscenities. “Fuck yes, cute little hole begging for me”.

Fingers join in on the assault, abusing the gummy, velvet walls and bundle of nerves, Sebastian’s body wound tight like a bow as he babbles and begs. “No! No no ugh- please fuck! It’s-its too much please!”

Alex just milks his walls, sucking on his balls as he pumps his fingers in and out. “You got this baby, you can do this! Pushing your limits is hard but great for you” he punctuates his point with a kiss to his weeping cock, grinning as he watches precum drool from the tip.

“Cum. Cum for me and give me that delicious load baby. C’mon, I can feel you squeezing! Cum! Fuck yes, cum for me baby!”

Sebastian cries, tears rolling down his face as he’s forced into another orgasm, spilling across his abdomen and chest as the jock licks it up with psychotic glee.

“P-please…please” Sebastian weakly croaked, eyes red and swollen with tears as his wrists are rubbed raw. Alex just cooes, kissing the sore skin while wiping back his sweat soaked hair. “Alright alright. You were so good for me, I can give you a break. I need to feed my baby anyway, you haven’t been eating enough!”

Sebastian’s heart sinks as he’s readjusted on the bed, with metal instead of rope this time. “You just rest here ok? I’ll get some stuff from Gus and make sure you have more vitamins. Then I can bathe you! I’ll be back babe, get some sleep”

((Mkay this was dumb I’m sorry sksksk -Mommabean))

[thewholecrew]

@deathvisited: kassy & sebastian. / verse: addiction.

her world was spinning and she almost wished she'd stayed in the darkness, the light of the hospital blinding as aches and pains began breaking through the numbness that had set in. her throat and nose felt raw, chest aching and everything made it hard to breathe. tears stung in her eyes as lashes fluttered and she tried to look around without moving her head. hearing sebastians voice was like seeing a lighthouse through the fog, immediately she latched onto it, dark and tired gaze finding him as her heart squeezed painfully in her chest.

the hospital. she wanted to curse as anger built in a tight, hot pit in her stomach which only had her body ache more. she was angry with herself more than anyone at this point. how had this happened again? she could have sworn she was keeping tabs on just how much she was using. how could she've been so stupid? when sebastian offered her the straw to some water her initial reaction was to refuse it but she didn't, dry lips parting as she took a painful few sips of water. swallowing had her wince, a quiet pained noise escaping her throat as her eyes closed, hands trembling at her side.

"like shit...." she groaned quietly, eyes opening again to look sadly up at sebastian. she never wanted him to see her this way, never wanted to be like this. but he had warned her before and she hadn't listened, had been so angry with him and while she still was, she was also grateful he was here. dark eyes flooded with tears as she weakly shifted her hand palm up on the bed beside her to offer it to him. "...'m sorry sebby..." she whimpered as tears streaked her cheeks. she missed him so much and in this moment was tired of hating him. shame flooded through her as she struggled again to swallow.

"..p-please stay..." she begged him in a hoarse whisper, such a phrase she wondered if she had used so much earlier that all of this would have been avoided. if she had told him how badly she needed him, how she was struggling without him, maybe things would be different. but there was a deep pain in her heart, a great fear that he still would have left even then and it would have crushed her just as, if not more, than she felt now.

[ wake ] for one muse to wake up to the other at the side of their hospital bed - kass

sebastian had been doing his best, he'd tried again and again to stop her from indulging in her addiction but there was only so much he could do. he couldn't lock her away forever and with callum being unable to say no to her..... they were here again. he sat beside the beside, hands clasped in front of him. he knew she was mad at him, probably hated him, but he'd sent both alec and callum home. they weren't good for her right now, neither of them able to hold their ground quite as well as he could, and hell he even failed. this time had been particularly bad and now.... he bent his head and prayed.

he couldn't lose her, he couldn't deal with the idea of her never waking up again. it was obvious she wasn't able to care about herself enough not to destroy herself and she was so angry with him for being gone. he could completely understand that, to a point, but there was some kind of issue with her not understanding that just because he wasn't here didn't mean he didn't care. he did, far too much, and if he was around he'd thought that it was worse off for her. his life was dangerous and the people he dealt with could hurt her. staying away was better for her, or so he'd thought. he hadn't given her the choice to make the decision for herself and that was wrong, he supposed.

he didn't believe in god but he'd start as long as she got better. they'd said she could have lasting damage from the seizure this time but he had to believe that she'd be fine, that she'd see the seriousness of it this time. he had to.

he had never felt so fucking lost, and when she stirred hours later his eyes were bloodshot from unshed tears, he'd talked to his mom and ted and they were coming because clearly everything he'd been saying hadn't been working and he needed back up. ted was furious at him for letting this happen --- as if kassy wasn't her own person and he could control her completely --- and his mother was beyond worried. "hey," he whispered, his voice quiet as her eyes fluttered open and he sucked in a breath. confusion coated her expression and as he held his breath he hoped for her to yell at him. "where am i?" the words were softly spoken and her voice hoarse with disuse. he rose to grab her some water coming back with it and a straw before answering. "the hospital," he didn't judge her for her addiction, he was just trying to understand why.

he knew kassy had her own things going on, that she'd indicated she didn't feel happy throughout the years, but he'd never realized she was medicating with pills and blow and now...... he hoped it wasn't too late. "i found you in the bathroom," he murmured. just like he had last time, she'd been sick on herself while she was OD'ing and he'd never been so scared in his life. his kassy was neat and tidy and always well put together but when she got like that..... it was terrifying. "how are you feeling?" was she going to kick him out or let him stay? he hadn't been here when she needed him but he hoped he'd proven he wasn't going anywhere.

@thewholecrew

[sinner-as-saint]

Take It Off.

Mob/cherry!seb x reader HC

Requested.

Run-through: Your beloved man is coming home from a long, tiring day filled with stressful meetings and now all he wants is to ravish you. So he calls and makes sure you’re ready and waiting for him just like he wants you to... 

Themes: SMUT, phone sex, fluff, cherry!seb

He grips the steering wheel tightly and groans as he drives away from from a stressful meeting

fuck... he’s had a long day and only you can make it better. And although he was currently on his way home, it would take him at least 30 minutes before he gets to you. So he decides to call you in the meantime

Your phone vibrates beside you on the couch as you’re sat there waiting for him, in the living room. 

“Hi baby! Are you on your way home?” you speak through the phone and only get a sigh as reply. 

You knew him well. Too well. And just by the sound he made you could tell that he was frustrated - in more ways than one. 

“Where are you, babe?” you hear his gruff voice. There was just something about his voice which made pleasant tingles dance down your spine no matter what or when. His voice alone was pure sex

“Downstairs, watching TV. Why?” you ask, unknown to what he has in mind

You hear a ‘hmm’ of appreciation from the other side. “I’m on my way home right now, keep the call going until I get there. Understood babe?” 

oh you knew that voice... “Yeah. What’s-,”

He cut you off. “Go upstairs, hurry. And tell me when you get to our bed.” his voice sounds low, and velvety and lust shamelessly dripping from his voice. 

You whisper an ‘okay’ and make your way upstairs as quickly as possible. 

“I’m here.” you say and wait for his further instructions. Your heart raced as your body burned in anticipation. 

“What are you wearing?” he asks, wishing he was right there with you. Instead he was half an hour away from home. 

“Just a robe.” like he likes it. Your answer makes him swear under his breath. He can visualize you in his mind; dark satin robe cool against your burning skin. You erected nipples showing through the thin material of the robe... fuck he was hard already. 

“Take it off. Take everything off and lay down for me. I want you naked in my bed.” his voice sounds almost like somewhere between a growl and a groan. He’s just as hot and bothered as you, you can tell.

You put your phone on speaker and place it down on the bed and untie your robe. Midway through you hear a growl from him, “Hurry up.” 

You quicken your pace and shrug your robe off and get on the bed. “I’m done.” you sound almost breathless

You hear him swear under his breath again. “Touch yourself for me. I need to hear you moan.” his voice is hoarse and almost as deep as his morning voice; lust lacing his words. 

Your face heats up at the sound of him and you hesitate for a minute and he catches it. 

“God damn it, Y/N!” he hisses, “Know what I would do to you if I was there? I would push you down on the bed, and eat you out until you’re squirming.” 

You swallow audibly and lay down, your body burning with desire and need. “Fuck...” you whisper under your breath and shyly reach down in between your legs

Seb goes on, “I would press my body down into yours, I would let you feel my big, erected cock against your wet little cunt.” he chuckles. “You’re already wet for me, aren’t you kitten?” 

You sigh and whimper. The sound makes him smile as he makes his way into traffic. 

“I would kiss my way down your body, bite you and tease you and make you moan for me. I would bite and lick and suck on your nipples.” he chuckles when he hears you moan through the phone. “I know you like that, babygirl.” 

You whine out loud as you pinch and twist a nipple between your fingers, wishing it was his mouth and teeth instead. “Seb... please.” you whimper his name and he smirks. 

“I’ll be there in a little while baby. And I will fuck you until you cry. I’m gonna make sure you have trouble walking tomorrow.” he teases you even more. “Finger yourself for me.” his voice sounds like pure heaven even through the phone. You waste no time in pushing two fingers past your wet entrance. Your back arches off the bed and you moan as you slowly stroke your walls. 

You hear his words of encouragement. “That’s it baby, let me hear you. Moan for me.” he sounds desperate but hungry and feral at the same time and it messes you up in a good way. “If I was there I would finger fuck you slow and deep. I would let you feel yourself stretch around my fingers as i’m knuckles deep inside you.” he sounds a little breathless, but still authoritative and hot as fuck

You whine as you quicken your pace and stroke yourself faster. “Sebby...” you cry out, whining like a little brat

He chuckles. “I know,” he coos, his voice thick and deep. “You’re never satisfied with your pretty little fingers, are you baby? You want my cock, don’t you? You want my big cock to stretch you out and fill you up until you can’t think straight,” he teases, mocking your never ending need for him. “You need me to pound into you like a wild animal. You want me rough and raw...” his voice dies out into a moan. 

Seb looks down at the hard on in his pants, which only throbs more and more as your wanton moans and whimpers fill his expensive, sleek car as it makes it way into the traffic. “Fuck... the things I would do to you if i was there babygirl...”  

You can’t talk anymore. You can only moan as you finger yourself, your head getting more and more foggy. You feel lighter as you take yourself higher and higher with the help of his voice. 

“You know I would fuck you until your body can’t take another stroke of my cock against your walls.” he chuckles again. “I bet you would do anything to have my hand wrapped around your throat right now, wouldn’t you babygirl? Yeah, I bet you want to feel my cold metal right against your burning skin as I lean in to kiss you, and bite your lip and spit in your mouth.” He scoffs. “Like being fucked like a little slut, don’t you baby?” 

You heartbeats ring in your ears. It’s too much, his voice, his words, knowing his cock is hard and straining and throbbing in his pants. All you want to do is wrap your hand around it and feel it. Feel his hunger for you... 

You whine as your body shakes and writhes in the middle of the large bed. Seb smirks as he hears you getting closer to your release. 

“Are you close, baby? Can you feel yourself on the edge? So close... so needy,” he murmurs, and you can hear the engine of his car getting louder - meaning he’s driving a little faster to get to you

“Seb... please, can i cum?” you ask, breathless, needy. 

He smirks at the sound of desperation in your voice. “No. Don’t you dare cum until I get there.” 

You whine in frustration. Seb smirks, because that’s exactly what he wanted. He needed you to be as impatient as he was. “Keep fucking yourself with your pretty fingers baby. Think of my cock inside you, filing you up entirely, twitching against your walls, pulsing...” he teases

You clench around your own fingers as you try to fight the feeling of letting go. You feel your mind getting all sorts of messed up as you feel yourself right on the edge... waiting... needy. “Fuck!” you scream and you hear Seb chuckle. 

“I’m two minutes away baby. Hold on, I’m coming.” He reassures you he’s close by. 

You whine and moan and whimper wantonly, shamelessly as you squirm and writhe on the bed, your body begging for a release; shaking in need and desire. 

You needed him. Bad. 

Seb didn’t even bother checking if he parked his car correctly once he made it into the yard. He rushed inside, clutching his phone to his ear. You could hear him moving up the stairs. 

“I hope you’re wet little cunt is ready for me, babygirl...” as soon as he finished his sentence, he barged into the bedroom and found you in the middle of his bed. 

Legs spread apart, your chest heaving, your body bare and your eyes showed how wild and hungry you were. He found you just how he liked you - ready for him. 

“Fuck...” he threw his phone somewhere and rushed to climb up your body in bed. He hovered above you and you threw your arms around him. “Missed me?” he smirked. 

You sighed, in frustration and in relief as well. “Fuck me, Seb. Please.” You begged, just like you had been on the phone. Sebastian could almost smell your arousal. 

He chuckled and settled in between your hips, he pressed his clothed erection against your wet core and you moaned and mindlessly bucked your hips against him, trying to alleviate the sweet pain. 

“Fuck...” he groaned. “I can feel your pretty little cunt throbbing. You want my cock so bad, don’t you baby?” 

holy fuck... “Seb, please...” you whined as he pressed himself further into you. 

He lifted off you for a brief moment, taking off his dark suit and undoing his pants and removing his underwear in a hurry. He hovered above you again in no time. “I’ve missed you so much all day,” he spoke as he pushed his cock inside you, you walls welcomed him in perfectly, “Been thinking about your perfect cunt all day,” he set a pleasurable pace, speeding up with each thrust

fuck...fuck...fuck... 

You whined and squirmed under him, but he had you pinned down on the bed. Hands above your head, tight in his grasp. Your legs wrapped around his waist and his mouth on top of yours as he pounded into you and made you scream

Your walls clenched around him, milking him as he moved in and out of you like his life depended on it. He bit down on your lip, kissed your open mouth and spat in your mouth making you moan out loud

His hand came up to your neck and his long fingers wrapped around your throat, his cold metal rings pressing against your skin just like he promised. “You feel so good...” he murmured, pushing his face into your neck and biting down on your shoulder as he speeds up into you. 

Your back arched off the bed as the tip of his cock touched you in all the right places. There was nothing else you could focus on in that moment, just him and his body. 

He sped up again, gripping your hips and pinning your body down on the bed as he fucked you into the mattress; hard, passionately, wildly. “Cum for me,” he murmured against your mouth. “Cum for me now!” he growled and kissed your open mouth as you cried out and moaned, letting go and gushing out all around his cock. 

You felt his warm load filling you up not even seconds later. He panted against your mouth, his hot breath giving you goosebumps. He pulled out of you and rested his forehead against yours, breathing heavily and you could even feel his heart racing along with yours. 

When he caught his breath, he pushed into you again and his next words made you tingle in excitement, “Now let’s see how many times I can make you cum until you beg me to stop, babygirl...” 

a/n: ah cherry!seb... how i missed him!!

[bloodyknucklesforme]

Never Thought I'd See You Go | Kyle x Nina

Nina is told devastating news at work

TW: Family death

Note: this was orginally a ramble post but I just formatted it into a fic so if you think you've read this you probably have.

Nina turned her phone on 'do not disturb' before clocking in. She wanted to avoid any further family arguments. Her mum was still upset she'd chosen to stay and work rather than join the annual family holiday on the coast. Another tradition that only started when her brother was born. She tried not to take it out on him but it was hard to watch him get everything she ever wanted from their parents.

She tossed her phone into her locker, giving up any temptation to look.

"Good afternoon, beautiful." Kyle grinned as he moved around her. "I just put a table in your section."

Nina enjoyed work. She liked when it was fast paced and time breezed by. SHe didn't like arguing with Simon over the rawness of steak.

"It is medium rare!"

"I'm not saying it's not. The dickhead at fifteen says its not! Can I just get a new one?"

"Just switch plates and give that back!"

"It won't be hot!"

"Fuck me!"

He remade it for her.

"Thank you."

"Fuck off."

"Dick!"

The corners of his eyes raised in a smirk as she took her plate and left.

It was slowing down before evening rush. She went to the back of house to steal some fries and sips of water. She could hear Kate and John yelling from down the hall.

Everyone turned to look at her as she walked in. It unnerved her. So many faces with looks of devastation. Kleo covered her mouth with her hand and looked away. Gus and Reyes were the first to turn back to their work. Kate looked like she'd been crying. She felt Simon standing behind her.

"Nina, Kate's office. Now." John said, untying his apron. He nodded at Simon and he was gone as quick as he appeared. John laid a hand on her shoulder. "C'mon love."

"You finally firing me?" She tried to joke. He wouldn't even look at her.

John shut the door and sat her down in the comfy chair. He knelt down before her and took her hands in his.

"I'm so sorry, love. I am so sorry."

"What?" She was scared, like she was at the edge of a cliff and the ground was crumbling. She was going to fall and she couldn't do anything to stop it.

"Kate got a call from the Dungeness police."

Nina bit down hard on her lower lip. That's where her family was staying.

"There was an accident."

She let out a cry.

Just him. Let it just be him. Let her mum and Sebby be okay. Let it just be him.

"There weren't any survivors, Nina." John held her hands tight. "They're all gone."

Downstairs Gaz looked over the seating chart. Nova and Chuy could each take another table.

"We're closing," Simon said. Kyle jumped.

"Bloody hell, you never fail to live up to your namesake do you?"

"Tell the people waiting to leave." Simon said. Chuy, Nova and Kate were already going around telling people they had to close, everyone's meal was comped.

"Why are we closing?" Kyle had never seen Price close early. Simon frowned, trying to answer.

"Nina's family-"

There was a scream from the back office. Kyle's heart sunk in his chest. It was a scream of pure pain and grief. It was Nina. He shoved his way past Simon, almost crashing into multiple patrons on his way to the office.

Nina sat with her head between her knees as Price rubbed her back. Kyle looked at Price and before he could ask was answered with a solemn nod.

He knelt down in front of Nina and pressed his head against hers.

"Gaz. They're lying," She said softly. Tears ran from her cheeks and onto her pants.

Kyle laid his hands on her knees. He didn't know what to say. They'd grown up together. He didn't get on with her family but he'd known her parents his entire life. He took her brother to football practice only a couple weeks before. He was only fifteen.

"Kyle... tell me they're lying." Her voice cracked as she reduced to begging. "Please. Tell me...tell me they're lying."

"I'm so sorry, Nim." He did his best to hug her, pulling her closer to him. She opened up, wrapping her arms around him and sobbing into his shoulder. He did his best to keep his balance as she slid of the chair and into his lap. Her sobs were long and aching.

Any arguments customers had about leaving were subsided by her cries. Everyone was quiet as they started their cleaning tasks. Kyle rocked her in his arms. Price knelt down beside them, rubbing her back again.

"Let's get you home."

"No..nonono." She clung to Kyle. She still lived with her family.

"Want to go to my place?" Kyle asked, stroking her hair. "You can stay with me."

She nodded against him.

"Just hold on, I got you." Kyle scooped her up bridal style as he stood, Price offering his arm for balance. Nina could hardly focus on what was going on. Her whole chest ached. She wanted to throw up.

Kyle was the only thing she could focus on. She pressed her nose against the crook of his neck and breathed in his cologne, the same scent he'd been wearing for years. She glad he was carrying her, she felt like there wasn't even a floor. She'd just fall forever. If she let go she'd fall and she'd lose him too.

There was a knock on the door. Simon had gathered her things. He looked at her with a shared grief, like she was going through a door he'd already been through.

"Clear her notifications," He said to Price. How many calls did she miss? If she'd picked up would it all be different? She could saved them.

Price drove them to Kyle's flat. He laid her on his bed and started to undo her hair from its bun. He helped her change out of her work clothes and into one of his shirts and a pair of boxers.

Price made tea that would go cold.

"I'm going to go down there and bring them back, okay? Kyle will look after you." He kissed her forehead. "Kyle you call me about anything, understand?"

"Yes, sir." Kyle had been out of the service for a year now and he still called Price sir. Kyle tucked her into bed climbed in beside her. She alternated between ear shattering sobs and silent tears. He held her through it all. His mum stopped by with food at some point. Nina's mum had been her friend.

Kyle only focused on Nina, stroking her hair, rocking her, helping her shower and eat, staying awake while she slept to fend off any nightmares.

He was her life jacket on the raft of his bed. The world outside of it was too awful to even think about. It was made of nothing and meant nothing. Time stopped meaning anything.

Price was asking her questions about funerals and she couldn't even sit up to look at him.

"I wish it was me," she whispered.

"Don't say that, Nina." Kyle pressed his forehead against hers. They were under the covers, shielded from the daylight.

"It's my fault."

"No, it's not."

"I didn't go. if I had gone-"

"I would have lost my best friend." He wouldn't let her talk like that. He couldn't stop her from thinking but he could stop from vocalizing those thoughts, making them real. "I love you, Nina. I'm so happy you're here."

He held her as she started crying again. He held her during the funeral. He gritted his teeth as people lined up to pay respects to her father. An SAS captain, like Price. The union jack was draped over his coffin. He didn't deserve the respect. He was found at fault for the accident, going too fast around a corner.

Nina hated him. He stole her family from her in childhood, neglecting her over anger that she wasn't a son. He stole her family from her as an adult, killing her mother and brother with carelessness. Kyle and John were all she had left.

S/O to Gen V for the gifs lol. If anything happens to Cate or Andre I will go ballistic.

Bonus Angst!

TW: Nina trying to use sex as a distraction

Kyle watched the tv with half shut eyes. Nina was laying on his chest, staring at the wall, as he ran his hand up and down her back. Fast food bags laid in a pile on the floor. They'd done delivery for almost every meal that week. Price had let them use his card thankfully. The funeral had been only two days ago.

Nina's hand rubbed up and down his chest. They didn't speak, he just leaned down and kissed the top of her head. This was their morning routine now. Lay in bed wrapped up in each other, only getting up to get the food from the downstairs or to use the bathroom.

She looked up at him, brown eyes glassy. He set his coffee down and stroked her cheek. He could only hold her and hope it offered a modicum of comfort.

She kissed him. It was the first real kiss they'd had since before it all happened. He was tender.

She moved to straddle him, her mouth acting hungrier than his. He held her hips until she started to grind against him.

"Nina wait..." He broke the kiss and held her still. "We really shouldn't."

It didn't feel right to him. She'd barely talked these past days and now she was on top of him, trying to be intimate.

"I want to." She assured, kissing his neck. He placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her away gently.

"Nina. I'm not going to." He said, firmly. He couldn't recall ever denying her before. They were normally on the same wavelength, feeding eagerly off each other's energy. They'd been regulars in each others beds since they were seventeen. He could tell she wasn't her usual self, she didn't want sex she wanted something else, something he couldn't give her.

She slipped off his lap and laid with her back facing him. He moved behind her to wrap an arm around her middle. She was crying.

"I'm sorry," she whimpered.

"You don't have to apologize." He pulled her tight and kissed the back of her head. "I can tell you’re not that into it.”

“Everything just hurts.”

“I know. I’m sorry but I can’t make it stop.”

She was shaking in his arms.

“Nothings changed between us, Nim. I still love you. You’re still my best friend. I’ll always be there for you.”

She pulled his hands up to her face and kissed his knuckles. The tv started playing another re run of East Enders. Kyle pulled the blankets over them again.

[sebsxphia]

Alright Sebbie, this thot's been eating me all day (ha ha, pun intended). I honestly love this thot and I wanna share it with alot of people but I'm a little nervous to. You don't have to do anything with it at all, I just wanna share it with the world.

You wouldn't think it, but Rhett has some seriously sensitive titties and some seriously sensitive nips. He loves it when you gently brush over them with your fingertips, the feeling of you sucking and leaving little love bites when you two fuck.

But wait there's more.....(lol).

Rhett's favorite position? A little something he likes to call "Stand And Deliver". He'll pin you against the walls anywhere in the house and rut into your with everything he's got. He turns into a FUCKING ANIMAL and it's also in this position that his breeding kink is on full display too (lol).

And when it sticks??

He'd barely be able to keep his hands off your belly, feeling the baby kicking inside. As it gets closer to your due date, you're worried that you're gonna have to give the baby his/her eviction notice and Rhett, ever the smartass just kinda looks at you with that look in his eyes.

"Is Daddy gonna have to stand and deliver again?" he asks.

"Yeah but this time it might be for two different reasons," you half laugh.

AAAAH i love both of these so much my love!!

firstly, i absolutely agree with rhett having some seriously sensitive titties. i believe rhett is so whiney and needy when you touch him, and the same goes for his titties.

secondly, i’m giggling so hard at the pun involved in ‘stand and deliver’, but also loving the idea of this being when rhett’s breeding kink comes into full force. it’s the raw and animalistic sense of having you pinned against a wall and fucking into you.

shivers!! thank you so much for these insane thots my love!! 💌