#two things cooking on the back burner rn but one of them is longer + the other i need 2 go back n relisten. so.

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also u should lmk which prime defender 2 put in the blender next. only u can alter my ao3 output!

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Tempting Fate- Chapter 9

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Word Count: 1,438

Warnings: swearing, cuteness, SMUT!

A/N: Hey, y’all! @sonofadeanwinchester and I decided it’d be cool if we wrote a series together. SO, HERE’S CHAPTER 9! Please, please, please give us feedback. Feedback is the glue that keeps the writers together. We need the feedback. Send either of us an ask, and we’ll just send each other screenshots. Or you can send it to both of us. Thanks, lovelies.

You leave Magic Kingdom, sleeping on Sebastian the whole way back. You wake up in his arms as he carries you inside. He sets you on the bed, pulling off his shirt and shorts and tossing them on the floor. He gets in bed with you, pulling you close to him. You kiss him softly, not wanting to push him if he was too tired. He kisses back, deepening the kiss as he slides his hands under your shirt.

“I think we should go slow this time, baby.” Seb says, “I want to show you how much I love you.”

You nod and he pulls your shirt off, and your shorts are next. He slowly, carefully slides off your panties, kissing you as he reaches down, a finger stroking your clit. “You’re so ready for me,” he whispers in your ear, eliciting a moan from you. He slides two fingers in, slowly pumping them inside you.

“Seb,” you moan in his ear, closing your eyes.

“Say my full name, baby,” he says, still moving his fingers, adding a stroke of your clit with his thumb.

“Sebastian, please,” you whimper, desperate for more. “Please what, (Y/N)?” “Make love to me, Sebastian.”

He lets out a groan, quickly sitting up to remove his boxers, then leans back over you, teasing your entrance with his erection. “Seb, please. I need you.”

He smirks, leaning down to kiss you roughly as he slips inside you. He thrusts slowing, dragging himself in and out of you. He wasn’t kidding when he said he wanted to take it slow, you think to yourself.

This wasn’t just sex, though. This was you completely giving yourselves to the other, trusting them with this. This was the definition of lovemaking. You know you and Seb truly love each other, and you know just how special and powerful this is. Sure, you’d had sex the other night, but that was different. This was slow, sensual, and passionate. This was what you’d longed for with him. This closeness, this intimacy. This is what you’d always wanted.

He nibbles on your neck and he starts to roll his hips, hitting your spot. You let out a loud moan, knowing that you won’t last much longer if he keeps this up. You wrap your legs around his waist and it’s a completely different angle. Seb groans loudly, and you know he’s close. He rolls his hips harder, still maintaining a slow pace. Your breathing speeds up as you orgasm, looking into Sebastian’s eyes as he finishes with you.

He kisses you deeply, pulling out while still laying on top of you. You stroke his face with your hand, kissing him back. He flops on the bed next to you, laying on his side to look into his eyes. He places an arm around your waist, looking into your eyes. “I’ll never love anyone else as much as I love you.”

“Oh really?” You say with a smirk. He nods seriously, “of course. Because I’ll never love anyone other than you. I’m going to spend the rest of my life with you.”

You blush, kissing him softly, “is that so?”

He grins, “of course. That’s been my plan since the day I met you.”

“Class, please welcome our newest student, Sebastian.” Mrs Crawford glanced at Sebastian and nodded. “Would you like to tell us about yourself?”

He shook his head. “No thank you.”

A kid piped up in the back. “Ha! New kids got a freaky little accent.”

I swung around in my chair and gave him a dirty look. “I like his accent.”

The fat kid rolled his eyes. “Leave it to (Y/N) to like a freak. Takes one to know one.”

I smirk. “You would know, wouldn’t you? You and your freaks.”

Mrs Crawford shook her head. “Now stop that mean talk. Sebastian, please go take a seat next to (Y/N).” He smiled at her and walked slowly to the seat beside me. “Now, let’s continue on page number thirty five in our social studies book.”

Sebastian sat beside me and huffed. I watched him take his history book out and mutter to himself quietly. “I’m (Y/N).”

He smiled. “I’m Sebastian.”

“Your accent’s cool.”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. That kid thinks I’m a freak.”

“Fat Tommy? Don’t listen to him.” I chuckled. “I think it’s cool.”

“Thanks.” He smiled again and turned his eyes to the teacher.

“Where are you from?”

He cleared his throat. “Romania.”

“Where’s that?”

He pointed at the map at the front of the classroom. “Europe.”

“Why did you move all the way from Romania to Los Angeles?”

He sighed and shifted in his seat. “I don’t know. My mom moved us here for work.”

“That’s cool.”

The bell rang overhead of us and Mrs. Crawford dismissed the class. “‘Remember that you all have a test tomorrow.”

Sebastian slowly gathered his things, shoving them into his backpack. Fat Tommy came up behind him. “Where do you think you’re going, freak?”

He cleared his throat again. “Lunch.”

Tommy winked and shook his head. “No freaks allowed.”

I stepped between them and sighed. “Tell me this, Tommy. Why do you and your friends get seats? This is a no pets zone. Guess you’ll have to take little Rickie and Sammy outside for pee and poopie.”

Tommy shook his head. “Why are you sticking up for this freak?”

“Because the only freak here is you, Tommy. No eight year old should weigh a hundred pounds.” He punched his fist into his hand. “Let’s go, Sebastian. I’ll show you where the lunch room is.”

“You’re gonna wish you never said that, girl.” Tommy yelled after us.

I sighed and shouted over my shoulder. “Exactly, I’m the girl. You already have bigger boobs then my mom. I’ll get you a bra for your birthday.”

You awake the next morning to an empty bed, confused as to where Sebastian is. You put on a pair of pants and a hoodie, going downstairs. You see your boyfriend in the kitchen at the stove, and the smell of cinnamon is wafting all around the house. You quietly sneak up behind him, hugging him from behind.

“Good morning, Sebby,” you say, and he takes the pan off the burner before turning to kiss you. You smile into the kiss, and he lifts you up onto the counter. You giggle, still kissing him.

He pulls away, grinning at you. “Good morning, indeed,” he says with a wink.

He turns back to the stove, putting several pieces of French Toast and scrambled eggs on a plate and bringing it to the table. You get off the counter, going to sit down at the table. “I really, really missed your cooking, Sebby.”

He sits down with you, kissing you softly, “well, hopefully, you’ll get it every day for the rest of your life.”

You blush, putting some toast and eggs on your plate. Sebastian had always been an incredible cook, and one thing you’d missed the most in the last five years was his cooking. He knew what you wanted without him ever having to tell you, and that was one of the things that had always stuck out to you the most during your relationship. You take a bite of the French Toast, smiling at him.

“I can only spend the rest of my life with you if I don’t elope with this toast.”

He laughs and starts eating, and you realize you wouldn’t mind hearing that glorious laugh forever.

You finish eating and get ready for another Disney day, opting for a pair of jeans and an Avengers t-shirt. Seb wears jeans and a plaid long-sleeved shirt since it’s a chilly day. By the time you get to Hollywood Studios, you realize just how stupid not having a jacket is. Sebastian notices you shivering and takes off his jacket, placing it on your shoulders. You slip it on and take his hand, bringing it up to your lips to kiss it.

You enter the park and start walking down Hollywood Boulevard, and your parents tell you and Sebastian to spend the day together and they’ll meet up with you later.

Like the child he is, he drags you straight over to the Indiana Jones show. You sit on the hard seats, looking over at Seb. The second Indy’s theme comes on, he’s grinning, and you can tell that it’s been much too long since he came to Disney. “I’m SO excited. This is my favorite.”

You smile at him, kissing his cheek softly.

“What was that for?”

“You, Sebastian. You’re adorable.”

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