#[and Seb KNOWS Will takes his naps at around this time!]

[ask-elland-n-will]

Having just drifted off for an afternoon nap, Will is startled awake by a sudden sound. When he sits up, he sees:

William audibly gasps. A wide range of emotions flies across his face: frustration at being woken up, confusion at what he sees, shock at watching somebody's slipper being demolished by a rather feisty-looking chihuahua. It takes the sleepy fox but only a moment to decide what to do: the faster the prefect sorts this out, the faster he can go to sleep. Even if he has an agreement with the other prefects regarding dousing flames when it's Will's nappy time…

He swings his legs off of the bed to get up and see who thought it funny, letting a dog into their dorm room. And then his feet touch the ground and he freezes. There, on the floor, is only one of his slippers, meaning…

"Hey, stop that! Shoo! Bad! No!"

#william #Sebastian #puppy seb #And if the dog refuses to give the slipper back and leave the room #Will would wrestle it and snug it to sleep instead #[I don't make the rules] #[Will has no idea it's Seb] #[and Seb KNOWS Will takes his naps at around this time!] #[He does it on purpose!]

[frenziedfireworks]

Book Exchange

Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Summary : You read quite a risque book next to your best friend and the next few days are filled with lots of tension.

CW : SMUT, f!reader, 18+ Characters, Praise/Degradation, fingering (f! receiving), breeding kink, possessive!seb (if u squint), lots of teasing & cheesy petnames

A/N : I thought of this idea a few days ago and have been working hard on it LMAO. I love the game and have such bad brainrot - if anyone has requests for the hogwarts legacy characters.. send them my way <3

Sebastian and you had been close for a long time. I mean with everything you two had gone through it was only plausible. He was your rock, best friend, and maybe.. secret crush. He didn’t need to know about that though! Besides, you would never want to ruin what the two of you had. 

“You’re staring. What’s wrong?” Sebastian’s voice took you out of a daydream. You shook your head as the boy raised an eyebrow.

“Nothing. Just was thinking about the potions essay.” Sebastian groaned, throwing his face into the couch pillow.

“Don’t remind me. This is supposed to be our break, you know.” 

He was right. For it being Christmas break it didn’t feel as much. All of your professors were going overboard with the homework as if a few weeks off would make your brain go smooth. You had barely any time to read or venture around with the looming thought of essays.

“It is quite tedious. I don’t get why they continue to add even more work.” 

“Beats me. I think they just like to watch us suffer. Either way, I still don’t like them. I’m taking a nap.” Sebastian adjusted himself over the couch, laying his legs across your lap. You smiled as you rested your hands on his limbs, looking at his relaxed face. He was quite beautiful when he wasn’t talking himself up or making snarky remarks. Not that you would tell him that, you would never hear the end of it. 

‘Does dear Y/N really think I’m beautiful? Am I like your little swan, my love’ 

You shuddered at the thought and rolled your eyes. He would. With this time alone, or more so, without Seb bothering you to death you looked around and took out your book. Nobody would catch you this late and it wouldn’t hurt to read.. It made you nervous thinking about if Sebastian woke up and caught you with such a scandalous book but you couldn’t help yourself. You had always secretly loved dirty literature. You’d go into a quaint bookshop where your friend, Agatha, had a hidden section for women like you. The scandalous and degenerative novels. 

His fingers trailed down her bodice, lips making their way down her neck. Their breaths combined as he yanked at the last remaining garments. 

You held your breath. You knew you were finally getting to the good part.

“Darling, you are ravishing. Look at you, such a smart and pretty girl, open all for me..” His hands circled her neck, pulling her ever closer. “Say it. Go on.” She shuddered at his domineering voice.

“Merlin’s beard.” Sebastian grumbled as he adjusted his back. 

You had almost screamed, shuffling your book into your bag. Sebastian was just as shocked, holding his chest as if he had just had a heart attack.

“I think I’ve just died. What in the world did you jump for?” Sebastian breathed out, hand rubbing at his eyes.

You calmed yourself, rubbing soothing circles into his leg. 

“Sorry. You moving scared me, I was out of it.” You gave him a small smile hoping that he wouldn’t pry anymore in his sleepy state. He just hummed and closed his eyes.

“Right. Try not to jump next time I wake up, yeah?” A half smirk made his way onto his face. You only nodded, continuing to fidget for the next few minutes. Maybe reading improper literature in the halls wasn’t your best idea.

—

It had been a few days since that incident and you and Sebastian were out and about. He had decided that going on a walk would ‘clear your minds’ before going back to the hell that was classwork. You had to admit that seeing his nose and cheeks tinge with a lovely shade of red was worth freezing your ass off. 

“It’s pretty isn’t it?” Sebastian’s voice cut through the silence, his eyes wandering across the fields of snow. It was gorgeous but you couldn’t help but think that your view of him was much more of a sight.

“It is.” You murmured, watching as he turned to meet your eyes. He gave you a small smile, one he reserved for moments like these. The calm and kind Sebastian, the unprotected one that he let almost no one see. You liked this Sebastian. It made you feel special. He let you in to see his vulnerabilities and you felt like you could melt away in them.

“It’s getting late, you know. Wouldn’t want to get in trouble getting back after curfew.” His tall frame ushered behind you and weaved his arm around your chest. His head laid against yours and you swore Medusa had turned you to stone. You took a few slow breaths trying to calm your racing heart and finally spoke.

“A few more minutes couldn’t hurt Seb.”

His lips lingered by your ear and his scent engulfed you.

“Trying to get us in trouble? Such a naughty girl.” 

Your whole body lit up in flames. Sebastian was a flirt but he had never said something so brazen before. There was no way in hell he was doing that on purpose, he had to be trying to get a rise out of you or something.

“Oh shut up. You’re one to talk.” Your voice cracked and suddenly your shoes looked very interesting. 

“Heh. You’re cute when you’re embarrassed. Let’s get back.” Sebastian smacked your back and began walking away without a second word. Your mouth was almost on the ground. You would kill him if he didn’t kill you with his comments first.

—

Things had turned back to normal after your little moment. Well as normal as it could be. The comments he made still lived in the back of your head and got louder as you tried to sleep at night. 

You had tossed and turned in bed for what felt like hours, dirty thoughts of Sebastian plaguing away. His large and calloused hands making their way down your body. His broad chest caging you against the bed as his fingers yanked at your undergarments. God was it insufferable. You finally got up and looked around the room for your bag. You desperately needed release or something to take your mind off the impurities of Sebastian.

Perfect. 

Your hand pulled at your book and you settled down into bed again. It couldn’t hurt to finish the novel and at least there was no prying eyes while you were alone.

—

There was a bang against the door waking you up from your much needed sleep. You raised your head from the comfort of your pillows with a loud groan hoping it was enough to get whoever it was to go away.

“Sebastian has been annoying the shit out of me for hours, Y/N. I cannot take him for much longer and he has been begging for you. Can you please come take care of your boyfriend?” Imelda’s voice echoed through the dorm halls.

“He isn’t my boyfriend!” You moaned as you got up to get dressed. Leave it to Sebastian to keep you up all night and wake you up early.

“Yeah and I’m not good at Quidditch! Just keep him out of my sight!” She barged away, a few profanities leaving her mouth.

You begrudgingly made your way through the halls of the common room to be met with the puppy dog eyes of your best friend.

“Y/N finally! I was starting to think you’d never wake up!” Sebastian automatically took your arm in his and led you over to one of the empty couches.

“Wish I hadn’t. Wouldn’t have to deal with your ugly face then.” Sebastian mocked offense and rolled his eyes.

“Whatever you say. I have a busy day planned for us.” 

The boy went over his need for a few potion ingredients, something about losing a bet with Ominis and how you would accompany him to Hogsmeade. You just nodded along, half asleep as he continued to dawdle. 

“So then when I get that all done- Y/N are you even listening to me?” His hand shook at your form and you rubbed at your eyes.

“Yeah, your potion for Ominis and everything. I got it Seb. Let’s just get it over with.” You stretched and motioned for him to get walking.

“Jeez, someone didn’t sleep well. Nothing a few butterbeers can’t cure though.”

—

Half of the day you spent standing behind as Sebastian bought things. He even went and bought a few new sweaters with your ‘much needed approval’ as he put it. It was quite funny seeing him strike a pose or two whenever he tried on a new outfit. In your mind though Sebastian was handsome enough to pull off a garbage bag if he wanted to.

“Now we can go get those much earned butterbeers.” His cheery disposition made you grin as he tugged you along to the Three Broomsticks. You two quickly made your way over to ‘your table’.

“Oh if it isn’t trouble. I was starting to miss you two.” Sirona plopped down two butterbeers and grinned. “On the house today.” She walked away as you both spouted your thanks and got to drinking.

“Today wasn’t too bad was it?” Sebastian asked.

His hair was a bit askew and his new green sweater made his eyes blend with the caramel color of the drink. He was absolutely breathtaking. 

“Yeah, not too shabby. You like pulling me around?” You joked. Sebastian’s fingers brushed against yours on the table and he sent you a look you had never seen before.

“Oh trust me there’s a few other things I’d like to pull you into.” 

Your mouth went agape and it felt like you had just walked across hot coals. 

“You-” 

Sirona interrupted the two of you with a smack to the table. 

“The two of you best leave, have to close early I’m afraid. One of my dear friends fell ill.”

Your brain had barely processed the words before the two of you were being shooed out the door and Sebastian was walking you back to the castle.

“She was in a rush. I’ve never seen her so concerned. I hope everything will be alright.” Sebastian filled the empty void with words but you couldn’t pay attention. The heat along your core still flamed as you took each step. How much longer was he going to keep up this charade?

—

You were having a major sense of deja-vu. Your eyes circled the drapes of your bed as your thoughts ran wild with Sebastian. Again. A plan had to be made because there was no way you could continue to be in his presence with the comments and tension. Would you tell him your feelings? No. Could you flirt back? Not to save your life. Whatever could you do.. You punched your pillow in defeat and got up looking for your book. You rummaged through your bag when something caught your eye. There was a book in there that hadn’t belonged to you. You brought it into the light and your soul left your body.

It was a scandalous novel. A new one that you had not yet read or bought. You peeled the cover open and a card dropped into your lap.

‘You don’t need to read these sinful books to get what you’re looking for. Although it was quite hot to see you do such a lewd thing right in front of me. You’ve got balls. Enjoy this one, yeah? Maybe we can even act it out once you’re done.’

If it was possible to die of embarrassment you would already be ten feet underground. Sebastian had caught you that night and enjoyed it. Who knew how long he had sat there and watched you squirm as you read the words. Not only that but he had the gall to buy you another and write such a cheeky note. Your body hummed with electricity at the thought of reenacting such stories with Sebastian. 

You had a book to read.

—

You practically ran down the corridor stairs in the morning. You had come up with a perfect plan to corner him in his own game. Your mouth formed into a devious grin as you spotted Sebastian. Slowly, you approached him and ran your finger over the back of his neck. His eyes raised and his cheeks were dusted with a sheen of rose. You gave him a casual smile and sat down.

“Morning Seb. Any plans for today?” You asked as you laid your legs across his lap and stretched your back revealing just a tiny bit of your stomach. His grip on your thighs got just a tad tighter. 

“I-Uh no. You have anything in mind?” 

“Quite a few things actually. You game?” You rubbed at his hand, attempting to connect the dots with his freckles. You could hear his uneven breathing from the other side of the couch and that only fed into your newfound confidence. You tapped against his hand again.

“I said are you game or not?” Your voice commanded and his hues widened like saucers. 

“Of course. When would I not be?” He exasperated and dug his nails harder into your flesh.

“Mm.. good boy. That’s what I thought. Come on then.” You couldn’t help but chuckle as you heard the tiny gasp leave his mouth. It wasn’t even seconds before he was in tow following you like a mother hen.

You cackled silently to yourself when you made your way to the front door of the Great Hall and turned. Sebastian had never looked so confused nor dissatisfied in his life.

“I’m starving!” You made your way down to your usual seats and watched as his sulky attitude got worse. His grip on his poor spoon would soon break it if he wasn’t careful.

“Your plans are to eat? That’s it?” His voice was deep and annoyed, dark eyes following the movement of your lips. Seeing him like this made you uncomfortable. Not in a bad way of course, but more so extremely turned on. 

“Yeah? Like I said I was hungry. Thought we could go out and play gobstones-“

“You think you’re fucking funny?” His grip was suddenly not on the spoon but your shoulder, lips lingering on your ear.

“I think I’m fucking hilarious.” You whispered under your breath. That was obviously the wrong move because he ripped at your shoulder, practically dragging you out of the hall.

“Fucking brat. Think you’re funny. I’ll show you fucking funny.” Sebastian grumbled as he shoveled you down the Undercroft stairs. Your core clenched at his snide remark and part of you hoped that he really was angry. Maybe he would finally stop dancing around the subject of you two.

Sebastian’s hand pushed you against a pillar as the other slammed next to your head. He had perfectly sandwiched you beneath him, his dark eyes watching your every move. 

“Not talking much anymore, are you?” His breath danced against your face, nose nudging against yours.

“Kiss me already.” You groaned and Sebastian took action. His mouth was everywhere at once. Dangerous kisses were pressed against your neck and jawline, his teeth rubbing against the flesh enough to leave red marks. He moved slowly as if you were prey, his eyes watching the way you squirmed under his gaze. 

“You’re lucky I want to kiss you. I wouldn’t be giving you it so easily otherwise.” His face melted into your own, tongue prodding its way into your cavern. His hands roamed your body earnestly pulling at almost anything he could touch. Your whole body was jolting from the little touches, feeling as though he had made you anew. 

“Seb-” You moaned as his hands ran beneath your shirt. It was tantalizing the way he rubbed the plush of your stomach, eyes pleading you to take off the garment. You could only nod in consent before he had thrown it halfway across the room. His hues took your form in, tongue wetting his lips. 

“You’re fucking beautiful. I’m going to ruin you.” His hands worked at the hooks of your bra and he raised an eyebrow in confirmation. You don’t know where the sudden confidence came surging from but you moved his hands and trailed it slowly down your body. Part of you wanted to hide but it was too late for that. He had already seen you and besides, you had been imagining this for quite some time. 

“God. Look at you.” Sebastian shoveled his hair back and dove in. His lips circled your nipple, teeth tugging at it just enough to make you yap. 

“Fuck! Sebastian please.” Your nails dug into his shoulders as he continued to lap and massage your tits. He looked absolutely sinful making eye contact with you from such an angle. 

“Please what? Tell me what you want.” His hand came down to slap your tit and an equally evil grin appeared as he heard your moan. 

“P-Please. Put your hands on me.” Wanton moans passed your lips as he continued to indulge in his pleasures.

“My hands are already on you. See?” You could practically see his ego soaring as he kneaded your breasts. 

“More.” 

“More? Aren’t you demanding?” Sebastian mocked as his fingers trailed your waistband. He pulled at the soft material and danced on a fine line of barely touching you. He was slow and agonizing as he pulled at the buttons of your skirt, continuously glancing to watch your reactions.

“Sebastian, please. I need you.” Your fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt getting even more agitated by the second. His hands swatted yours away and quickly stripped away the cloth.

“You’re a greedy little thing. I swear I could’ve thought you were teasing me not even ten minutes ago. Now I have you pliant and needy. Should I really give you what you want?”

Your hands splayed against his bare chest and there was nothing more you wanted to do than to be one with him. A sudden primal desire to be as close as humanly possible and feel his muscles convulse against you. You knew that Sebastian wanted to hear you beg and you would give him whatever he wanted.

“Please. I’m begging you. I’ll be good.” You choked back a moan as Sebastian ripped your outfit off at the seams. Your underwear and skirt pulled away in one swift move and his hands rubbed deliciously at your inner thighs.

“Gonna be my good girl, Y/N? Gonna give me what I’ve been craving?” Sebastian hovered his hand over your core for a few seconds to let his words seep in. Your body yearned for his touch and you couldn’t help the way you bucked into him.

“Yes! I’ll be your good girl.” You practically yelled as his fingers finally dipped through your folds. He hummed in response and leaned back in to kiss you. His teasing had come to a stop when you felt his first digit slowly push into your heat.

“Oh fuck!” Your head fell against the pillar and your arms shook against his back. 

“You’re so fucking tight. I can’t wait to be inside of you.” Sebastian began plunging in and out, his pace brutal. You had thanked Merlin that Ominis was busy because you were sure anyone coming near the Undercroft entrance could hear your screams. You could feel the string in your stomach becoming tighter by the second and Sebastian noticed too. He picked up the pace and added another digit making your eyes cross. 

“Who makes you feel like this?” Sebastian grunted as his thumb rubbed at your nub pushing you even closer to the edge. Your hands gripped to his form for dear life as your orgasm finally hit.

“You! Fucking hell. Sebastian, all you!” Your head rested against his shoulder as he continued to pump his fingers in and out to prolong your high. 

He gave you a few seconds before withdrawing his fingers and bringing them up to his lips. If you hadn’t just came you were sure you would’ve from the sight alone. 

“You’re ridiculous.” You whispered as he pushed his boxers down and his hard cock slapped against his stomach. The sight alone made you drool. 

“It’s all your fault.” Sebastian chuckled and swiped his fingers across your slit. You jolted in his hold and watched him in a trance as he used your slick to pump his cock. You had never seen a more erotic view in your life.

“I’m gonna fuck the life out of you now. Okay?” Sebastian’s words knocked any air out of your lungs. He was so vulgar and yet you felt yourself convulsing around nothing, wishing for nothing more than to be pummeled by the man.

A small please passed your lips before he was frenzied. He snapped his hips into yours, not even waiting for you to adjust as he got to work. It felt as if you were a rag doll being thrown around with the animalistic pace he set. Every spot within you was on fire and if it kept it up you would explode.

“F-Fuck Seb! So good.” Your back knocked against the pillar as he groaned.

“Fuck yeah. Only I can make you feel like this.” His grip was sure to leave bruises. Not that you really minded. If anything it only added to your pleasure.

“I can feel you tightening princess. Is the little slut gonna cum again?” His wicked words made you gasp and lose your composure. Your body shook as you came, Sebastian still impaling you on his cock in search for his high. You could tell he was close from his unintelligible groans and praises.

“Fuck! Good girl. Take it.” Sebastian’s dark eyes closed shut as he leaned his head onto you. His hot seed filled you up and the only sound in the room was your heavy breathing.

Sebastian pulled out of your wet heat, both of you whining in the process. His eyes shot up to yours and he grinned.

“That was so fucking good. I’ve wanted that for so long.” 

You could only laugh and nod in agreement.

“Me too. Does that mean we’re done with the charade of being best friends?” You looked around the room for your top as he hummed.

“Yeah. Reckon my girlfriend deserves a proper date now.”

“I would sure hope so after getting my brains fucked out!” 

Laughter filled the Undercroft as the two of you redressed. Maybe you would read more dirty literature in the halls if it led to this.

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x you #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy x reader #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #sebastian sallow smut #sebastian sallow x reader smut #sebastian sallow x mc

[libraryofloveletters]

New Years At Home

Kimi Raikkonen  x Fem!Reader

Warnings: baby fever to the max, girl dad kimi, alcohol and the consumption of, sweetness all around, matching daddy daughter outfits, mention of seb and hanna cause it is even me if I don't mention seb?

Word Count: 384

Author's Note: kimi is so dad coded, he's so sweet with his kids it makes me melt <3333

--

From partying to parents; you and Kimi celebrate your first new years with your baby girl. 

The red and black plaid dress fit her perfectly, a gift from uncle Seb and auntie Hanna. Kimi was wearing a plaid shirt with the same colours but the shirt was unbuttoned, the white t-shirt underneath a contrast to the busy pattern.

Your daughter, Lily, laid against her father's chest, the girl drooling all over his shirt as she napped and the man hadn't a care in the world.

"You're gonna wake her up," Kimi tells you quietly, your phone flashing every two seconds as you take photos of them.

The girl shifted a bit, Kimi brushed her blonde hair softly and kissed her head. "I can't help you," you tell him. "You two are so cute."

Kimi rolls his eyes, picking her up carefully as he walks to the playpen, putting her down gently. "Don't disturb her," he tells you, kissing your head as he passes by to get to the kitchen.

You snuck over quietly, taking one more picture of your sweet baby, sending it to Hanna before you turned your phone off, finding your husband in the kitchen.

"Last year, we were at some party around this time, drunk off of that horrible tequila." You laughed. Kimi hands you a glass of champagne, "that stuff was gross, I've never had anything like that before."

"Yeah, I don't know who brought that." You tapped your glass to his as you two took a sip of the gold colour liquid.

Just as you go to settle down on the couch, looking for the countdown channel, Lily wakes up and begins fussing. "I got her," you step over your husband, picking up the girl and rocking her.

Kimi disappears into the kitchen and comes back a few moments later with her bottle, handing it over to you when you sit on the couch with her. You hold Lily in your arms, feeding her as Kimi puts his arm around you.

The countdown playing in the background; 5,4,3,2,1 - happy new years! The big gold graphic plays across the screen.

Kimi leans over, kissing the top of Lily's head gently, her blonde hair all fuzzy and unruly from her nap. His hand cups your jaw, "happy new years, babe." He kisses you softly.

You smile, forehead to his. "Happy new year baby.

#holiday extravaganza blurbs 23 #kimi raikkonen #kimi raikkonen x reader #kimi raikkonen x you #kimi raikkonen x y/n #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 x y/n #f1 imagine #f1 blurb

[dittanyinbloom]

Note Taking

Ominis Gaunt x fem!MC (there is only one gendered term in the very last line). 1.8k. No specific house. Fluff and a bit of MC embarrassing themselves.

Based on this post I made about having HoM with Ominis.

.💕✍🏻💕

“In today’s lesson, we will cover a truly thrilling event. . .,” Professor Binns had just started class, but half the students were already dozing off.

It was widely accepted that History of Magic was merely used as a free period. Whether that meant catching up on sleep or doing last minute homework for another class, one thing was certain: no one paid attention. Attendance hardly mattered since Professor Binns rarely ever engaged with the class directly. In fact, you would bet he didn’t even know a single students name or even the exact year. Everyday he floated into class, discussed whatever curriculum he felt like, then drifted off through the wall to his office at the end of the period without so much as a goodbye.

To say the least, it was no one’s favorite subject, that is, except you. Every Tuesday and Thursday, you practically skipped to your afternoon slot of History of Magic. With all the extracurriculars other professors sent you on, and the adventures you went on without their knowledge, you were elated to have time set aside for assignments and catching up on some sleep. Those horrible demiguise statues Mr. Moon asked you to find were really taking a toll on you lately.

Perhaps the most exciting part of class was that you didn’t share it with Sebastian Sallow. Now, he was a very lovely boy for helping you out on multiple excursions, but his presence could be intense at times. This could be simply fixed by spending time with your other friends. Natty, Poppy, and even Amit were great company and just as, if not even more helpful than Sebastian. But that boy had one thing drawing you back every day to meet up. .

Ominis Gaunt, Sebastian’s right hand man and arguably his moral compass. Oh, how you would spend hours practicing spells with Sebastian in the Undercroft for the smallest chance that Ominis would walk in to study, or have a chat, or sometimes even join in on the dueling. That was the only time you ever saw him without his school robes. Neatly folding up his sleeves and grinning like a mad man when he landed a blow on Sebastian, who as of late, rather deserved a few jinxes thrown his way.

History of Magic was the only class Ominis sat beside you in. It was hardly the place to make conversation since even the softest of whispers would be heard by the extremely bored students around you. Nevertheless, you were content with just sitting beside him and admiring his lazy smile as he drifted off into what was probably his fourth nap of the day.

That was one of the first odd quirks you had noticed about the boy. While you ran around the castle from one fool’s errand to the next, you often passed by Ominis lounging about on benches, windowsills, and most often the floor. Sometimes he was snacking or working on revisions, but more often than not the boy was merely napping, just out in the open, where anyone could step on him. The first few times, you had gently woken him up and offered to help him to his common room, but he always acted as though you were the strange one for not letting him sleep in the middle of a hallway in the Defense Against the Dark Arts tower.

Now whenever you saw him, you hummed in endearment and graciously covered him with your scarf as a makeshift blanket. You used to have an array of scarves, but now half of them were likely stuffed in a trunk deep in the Slytherin boys’ dormitory, never to be seen again. It was a small price to pay, in your eyes.

“Seb told me to tell you to meet us in the library after classes,” Ominis said as he leaned forward on the desk, getting in a comfortable napping position.

“Does he think you’re an owl?” You teased.

“Something about you being more likely to say yes if it comes from me.”

“I see,” you whispered, hoping he didn’t hear how flustered you had become. “So he’s scheming again?”

“You say again as if he quit to begin with.”

“Well, you know I can’t say no to an adventure.”

“Exactly why the two of you will be the death of me. Wake me up if anything crazy happens?”

Nothing ever would, at least, not while all the other students that usually caused trouble were sleeping as well. You dated your parchment for notes then began doodling to stay awake. As of late, the professors had been elated with your progress and stopped giving you so much extra work. Not much catching up needed to be done since most other students couldn’t take on a troll alone and live to tell the tale.

Your eyes wandered to study the pretty moles Ominis had scattered about his face and neck. The unhinged, love stricken part of your brain desperately wanted to draw little love hearts or flowers around them. Your fingers twitched, but you controlled your urges and drew hearts all over your notes instead. This was turning into a common occurrence. Most of your history notes contained one or two key points from Binns, a few random drawings, and many iterations of your deskmate’s name scribbled about. At the top corner of every parchment you would even write your name with his last name along with the date. And oh, how the two went so well together.

The period flies by while you daydream of holding Ominis’ hand or kissing his beauty marks as the two of you part ways. The sound of students scuffing their chairs in the worn wood flooring brings you back to reality. You tap Ominis on the shoulder. For a moment your hand lingers, drifting between his shoulder blades.

“Ominis, class has ended.”

“Already?” His voice was almost a whine which was strange because most students jumped at the opportunity to leave history class.

“Don’t sound too disappointed. Binns might offer to go on for another hour if he knows a student is willing to stay.”

You had one more class before meeting the boys in the library. Sebastian seemed to be awaiting your arrival, spotting you the moment you walked in, and waving you up to join them on the second floor. As you greeted them, you set your scarf and robes on the back of the chair.

“You really do need to come by our room and grab your scarves,” Sebastian commented. “They’re taking over.”

“Hmm, yes. I am missing quite a few at this point.”

The culprit, though it wasn’t entirely his fault since you were the one always covering up his sleeping form, went pink at the mention of scarves. Despite looking as though he wanted to add to the conversation, he quickly went back to writing the twelve inches for Sharp’s latest assignment.

“So, Sallow, why have you dragged me here today? Are we going treasure hunting again?”

“Sorry, little adventurer, today’s request is rather boring in comparison. Thought it would be a good time to start revising for O.W.L.s, and I need help in History of Magic. I’ve managed to fall asleep every single period since the start of term. . Quite impressive if you ask me.”

“Don’t know why you thought to ask me. I hardly pay attention in that class.”

Sebastian tilted his head to the side, frowning in confusion. “But, Ominis said he can hear you writing notes all period.”

Your eyes flicker to Ominis almost in a look of betrayal. He seemed as focused as ever on writing, either exuding an excellent poker face or genuinely not showing any interest in being mentioned by Sebastian. Quickly, you swallowed down your own emotions and insisted, “Well, sorry. My notes for that class are very scattered. I mostly just draw to keep myself awake.”

“Anything would help. I honestly don’t even know what we’re meant to be learning about. Nellie heard there might be a quiz next week. My uncle can not hear about my grades slipping on top of everything else.”

Seeing the innocent look of terror on Sebastian’s face made you melt a bit. In his defense, he didn’t know you made a fool of yourself by doodling his best friends name across your parchment twice a week. He was just asking for notes, which was something the three of you often shared.

“I can. . read them to you?” You compromised.

Both boys gave you an odd look, but Sebastian agreed without much hesitation given how desperate he was.

“Suppose I should be writing this down too, if there really is a quiz coming up,” Ominis said with a grimace.

You unrolled your parchment and began to read. Both boys studiously jotted down every word. Hopefully you were explaining everything accurately. There were clearly periods in your notes where you had dozed off between key moments, but unless Binns was looking for his exact wording on the quiz, the three of should should be able to pass.

“It’s with an ‘A’, Grimbald, not Grimbold,” Ominis said out of the blue.

“Thanks,” Sebastian muttered as he went back to add a flick of ink to his ‘O’. He seemed unbothered but Ominis’ correction. You, however, were too tongue-tied to continue reading. Sebastian frowned at the silence and finally looked up at you. “Is there not more?”

“How. . ?”

“Oh!” Realizing your confusion, Sebastian was quick and rather proud to explain his best mate’s ability, “Ominis can hear the letters, or, dunno really. You explain it better, Ominis.”

Suddenly, Ominis went ridged like he had been caught in an act. “When the room is quiet enough, I can pick out the sounds of a quill or chalk on the board. Letters all have a distinct cadence to them. Some sound too similar to be distinct like ‘b’, ‘d’, and ‘p’, but I can make an educated guess.”

“So you can hear what people are writing?”

“Precisely!” Sebastian spoke up with a wide smile. “Brilliant, isn’t it?“

“It is. . quite the talent, Ominis.”

“Thank you.”

You cleared your throat and went on with the lesson. Just because Ominis knew Sebastian’s penmanship did not mean he had your memorized, or that he even listened in the first place. After all, he slept through every class, and you weren’t bold enough to write his name in such a way while he was awake.

Still, knowing of his ability left you wary. The next time you sat with Ominis in history class, you were meticulous with your note taking. No doodles, no love hearts, no childish name writing. Those days were over. They had to be because if Ominis somehow didn’t already know about your embarrassing crush, you were not going to give him the opportunity to find out.

This time when you wrote your name and the date at the top of the parchment, you used your own last name. After that was finished, you moved on to title it “The Goblin Rebellion of 1752”, but you hadn’t gotten past “The” when a hand landed on your knee.

Warmth spread across your thigh while chilling nerves sprinkled down your spine. You nearly fell out of your chair at the touch, causing Ominis to squeeze down harder, keeping you firmly in your seat.

“Ominis?”

He almost seemed angry, but he kept his voice a low whisper for only you to hear, “What do you think you are doing, Mrs. Gaunt? Title your notes appropriately.”

~You can find part two here~

#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x mc #ominis gaunt x reader #my writings

[latoyalestrange]

eternal glory

s. sallow x f!reader

summary: sebastian is selected to compete in the triwizard tournament during your seventh year at hogwarts. after he won the first challenge (by a landslide), you could've practically exploded with excitement for him. seeing you like that...wait, were his pants getting tighter?

words: 700ish

warnings: fluff, established relationship, aged up seb and mc, praise kink!seb?? soft!seb, not smutty just a spicy lil makeout sesh. not edited. minors dni!!

a/n: someone pls draw seb with the kisses all over his face how cute would that be!!

the triwizard cup, one thousand galleons, and eternal glory. that's what sebastian was promised. how could a slytherin resist? sebastian knew that as long as you were by his side, eternal glory was as good as his. however, this tournament was already proving to be easy enough. it also came with some...unexpected perks.

after defeating his appointed common green dragon, debatably the easiest to beat, you were obviously overcome with joy. as soon as he emerged from the player's tent, you launched yourself into his arms. a smile split from ear to ear on his face, seeing your genuine excitement for his win. he felt so much pride, so much love.

"you did so good, my love!" he instantly felt his heart flutter in his chest as he held you close to him in the air. you peppered exaggerated kisses all over his face, turning his cheeks and nose a bright red. he couldn't help but giggle as you wouldn't stop when he tried to plant your feet on the ground again.

"you were incredible! oh my days, i'm so proud of you!" the pure look of joy on your face still lingered as you continued to sing his praises in front of everyone, including the reporter for the daily prophet. with your lipstick now splattered around his face, he had an infectious smile that even he couldn't deny. he was blushing, hard, as much as he hated to admit it.

"it was easy enough." he smirked, keeping his tough exterior.

"i must interview this boy! mr. sallow--" before the man could get another word out, sebastian raised his hand to stop him.

"i won't be answering questions," as unusual as it was to say, his expression was casual--smug, even. "thank you." the reporter stood stunned for a moment as he watched sebastian usher you away by your wrist.

"sebastian? you're not going to talk to anyone?" he weaved through the crowd, reaching a clearing near the south exit.

"waste of time!" he answered, glancing back at you with a mischievous look.

"waste of time? are you late for something, sallow?" you teased, but he didn't respond. he only increased his speed to a jog, creating giggles between the two of you as you raced the halls. you quickly recognized that he was leading you to the slytherin common room. as you reached the dimly lit hallway, a familiar serpent slithered around the wall, and the grand door appeared beneath it. he quickly shoved it open, pulling you in with him before turning to push you up against the cold slab of wood as it closed.

"i don't suppose you were this excited to cuddle and take a nap?" you looked up at him teasingly as he towered over you, hands trapping you below.

"you know me well." his head dipped to leave love-marks at the base of your neck. your hands naturally raised to tangle in his brown locks.

"can i ask-- was it winning, or--" he chuckled at your assumption.

"no, hardly." he craned his neck to meet your gaze again with his dark eyes. the smirk still lingered on his lips. "tell me how good i'm doing." that same smirk turned downward as his he bit his lower lip impatiently. you also lost any sense of smugness in your face, and curiosity replaced it.

"oh?" he nodded, his eyes pleading for more as he continued nipping at your chest. you breathed out a sigh of contempt, feeling a fire beginning to spark to life in your lower-half.

"you look so handsome, leaving marks on me." he groaned into your skin, almost making you giggle from the vibration.

"you like it when i praise you, baby? you did so good for me today, looked so good in your uniform." that was enough to make him mad. he quickly crashed his lips into yours, needing to transfer some of the fire he felt to you.

"don't stop...never stop saying those things to me." his lips were swollen when you finally broke apart, and his eyes were anything but satisfied.

"never." you shook your head, promising him. he smiled innocently for the last time that day before your lips met once more.

he loved being so rough with you, who would've thought he liked it when you were so gentle? either way, you were happy to know how sebastian felt when he saw you crumble underneath him when he used you for everything you had. seeing him weak at the knees from just your words, you felt, leveled the playing feild.

#sebastian x reader #sebastian sallow fanfiction #sebastian sallow imagine #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x you #harry potter hogwarts game #hogwarts legacy sebastian #hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts oc #hogwarts legacy #harry potter cu #harry potter imagine #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #harry potter smut #sebblurb #sebastian sallow fluff #sebastian sallow smut #sebastian sallow fanfic #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow angst

[norrisleclercf1]

Heyy can you do a dark rbr seb fic where the reader is part of the Red Bull team as an assistant to the media team, Seb is just very infatuated with her, and the reader is very close to everyone including Mark and one day the reader just had a long night of paperwork and she just keeps yawning all day and Mark told her to go sleep it off in his drivers room since he doesn't mind, and seb is wondering where she went and his team told him that she was napping in Marks room and he just gets mad but composes himself and he goes to Marks drivers room seeing you bundled up in blankets and he carries you back to his own room and when you wake up Seb is just there holding you caressing your hair telling you that when you want or need something you should go to him not other people. And that rings alarm bells for you and you try to avoid him but he always manages to get you always in the place where he always wants you to be which is with him. CONGRATS ON THE 4K FOLLOWERS!

It's horrible to keep yawning throughout the meeting. Mark was sitting next to you, as you were his assistant for media and were glued to his side. Mark kept casting you looks, hand going behind your back to rub your neck.

"Y/n, why don't you go take a nap in my driver's room?" Mark asks, fingers playing with the ends of your hair. Dropping your head you groan from his fingers working into the back of your skull. "I shouldn't." You grumble, but with each passing moment his fingers rub the more your eyes grow heavy.

"Come on love, go to my room and sleep." He whispers, ghosting your cheek with a kiss which has you smiling. Making your way to the room, you let some of your coworkers know where you'll be in case they need you for something. You step into the room taking a deep breath loving the smell of Mark's aftershave.

Going to the small bed you grab one of his blankets, laying down you wrap it tight around your body. It doesn't take long for you to fall asleep.

"Hey?" Sebastian yells, irritated with the fact that he can't find you. He's been searching for what it seemed like hours. "Have you seen Y/n?" He tries to control his frantic behavior in trying to find you, but one of your friends can tell he's desperate.

"Yeah, she said something about sleeping and Mark." The friend waves him off rushing to finish what they're doing. Seb feels this white rage turning and kicking the wall hard, the spot folding with ease leaving a hole. "Fucker." Sebastian growls, pulling his foot out of the wall as he composes himself heading to Mark's room.

He fully expects Mark to be in the room, maybe trying to convince you out on a date. Sebastian made the mistake of telling Mark he likes you and ever since then, Mark's been making his move. Pushing open the door he stutters to a stop, seeing you curled up on the bed fast asleep.

Sebastian doesn't even think it through when he picks you up with such ease as he walks you back to his room down the hall.

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It's the fingers playing with your hair that has you sighing and leaning into the pillow even more. "Mark, stop." You whisper, the fingers still but then tug a little harder. "Don't ask Mark for anything, you should always ask me." You sit up fast, scrambling away from Sebastian. "I have to go." His smile turns into a frown as he watches you rush out of the room.

Ever since then you run into Sebastian all the time. Staring at you or leaving you little gifts for you, it creeps you out as you've started to stick closer to Mark. Mark just smiles telling you that Sebastian has a crush on you and that it's harmless. Yeah just harmless

#f1 #formula 1 #f1 fandom #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 x y/n #formula one #f1 scenario #f1 blurb #f1 oneshot #f1 one shot #dark!f1 #rbr seb #sebastian vettel blurb #sebastian vettel x you #sebastian vettel x reader #sebastian vettel imagine #sebastian vettel #sebastian vettel one shot

[cevans-is-classic]

18+ only, please. Language, sexual themes, beefy Bucky

Masterlist

Sebastian Stan

@sergeantbarnessdoll (sorry it's short, dear, but I hope you enjoy it!)

He texted hours ago hoping you’d be home when he got in. All he could think about was curling up on your couch, cuddling down with some movies and some snacks before taking a very extended nap. Maybe some other fun stuff, too. 

Nap first though, he needed some sleep, possibly food before that happened. 

He smiles when your car comes into view, his driver dropping him off beside it. Every step closer makes his stomach warm with being home, being with you. 

“Hey baby,” He calls out when he swings the door open, “I’m putting my stuff in the bedroom real quick.” The TV is on, the mumble of voices growing faint as he drops his suitcase off. He hears you laugh, a sharp bark, and he grins before slipping into a pair of sweats and making his way toward the living room. 

He hears the music first and pauses in the doorway — it takes a moment to recognize what you’re watching. When the scene shifts and he sees RDJ he laughs — startling you. 

“Dude,” You look back at him, “Oh, Hello.” 

Seb wiggles his fingers. “Hello to you as well.” 

You flush, fidgeting, “Welcome home.” 

He moves through the living room, sitting on the couch behind you. You shimmy until you’re between his legs and he can drop a kiss on your head, “Mind if I ask why you’re watching Civil War?” 

“Yara and I played a drinking game last night for how many times Steve and Tony say each other’s names. We started with Avengers Assemble but made our way to the movies. I got kind of hooked again and had to keep watching them.” Your eyes never stray from the movie, even as your hand reaches back to grab his.

“Right here.” You point at the screen, “They forgot to put your arm on, or CGI it, whatever, but you can see your real arm and lemme tell you -” You lean forward, “Beefy Bucky is the best.” 

“Beefy Bucky?” He squeezes your hand. 

“Yes.” 

Sebastian watches the screen, eyes following Iron Man as he fights against the Winter Soldier. He remembers the choreography of this scene, how many takes it took, and when he’d switched out with his stunt double. 

He follows Chris chasing after him and watches Bucky try to fly the helicopter away.

“Yeah, I got beefy for this movie,” He pauses. “I felt like I had to size up to the others, which thinking about it now, makes no sense. The only one who I was up against, in my mind, was Chris.” 

“Cap is an asshole.” He knows you have a little frown. “Poor Bucky, though.” 

He laughs, “Yeah poor Bucky.” Both of you keep watching the movie playing on and he has to admit it’s been a while since he’s seen it. Everyone did an amazing job and watching Chadwick- it squeezes his heart. 

“Oh! Oh!” You jump forward, “You missed it, ugh. The fucking motorcycle scene. Baby, babe, he literally throws someone off the bike, but my god it’s gorgeous. Bucky is gorgeous.” 

“First off,” He pokes your shoulder, “That’s my stunt double you’re calling gorgeous. Second, you know I play Bucky, right? Me? The man who is currently sitting behind you?” 

“Yes,” You look back at him, “and you’re hot while doing it.” 

He grins at you, raising a brow when you turn around to face him, “You know, when I first saw this movie I was super drunk and told my partner at the time I was going to suck your soul through your dick.” 

Seb jerks a moment, his stomach tightening. “Yeah?”

“Never fucking thought I’d get the chance though, one in a million shot, right?” He didn’t notice you pausing the movie until the music stopped. 

Your hands trail up his legs as you rise to your feet. “You said you read some comics, right?” 

He grabs your hips, sliding his hands up your back as you settle in his lap, “Some. Why?”  

Your fingers trace the collar of his shirt. “You’re too tall.” 

Seb blinks, “What?” 

“Bucky is only five foot nine in the comics, I think? I’ll have to check.” Seb shakes his head, your fingers touching the edge of his jaw. “I think you make a great Bucky, though. Really brings him to life.” 

He squeezes your waist, digging his fingers in until you squirm in his lap. “You’re welcome.” 

That earns him a wicked smile, your tongue coming out to wet your lips. He follows the path, thinking about the feels of your lips against his and how warm your mouth would be around him. He leans forward to kiss your chin, then your cheek, over to your lips.  

You pause for a breath, “On a scale of one to ten how cool are you with me shouting Bucky while you fuck me?” 

Seb hums, brushing his lips over yours. “Let’s find out.”

#sebastian stan #sebstan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x you #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes

[effervescentdragon]

brocedes + 6:39 am

It's 6.39 AM and Lewis can't sleep.

That's not accurate. He hasn't been able to sleep throughout the whole night. He dozed off last night, a little nap around 10 PM. He was supposed to go out to some club, but when he woke up it was already past one and he didn't feel like moving. His phone showed him too many missed calls and messages, but he didn't feel like dealing with them, so he just - didn't. He got up, went to the bathroom to brush his teeth, and he went back to bed to go back sleep.

It didn't happen.

Nothing was bothering him and everythibg was bothering him. The contract extension, the car, the season. His team, his teammate, his boss. Everything was fine and it was all shit and Lewis couldn't sleep because all was fine and all was absolute shit. He tossed and turned. He played music. He lay in silence. He meditated.

None of it helped even a lick.

So it's 6.39 and Lewis is in the elevator in his running gear, because maybe if he goes for a run and sees the sun rising over Monaco he'll feel better and he may finally sleep. Perhaps. He has obligations today, too many messages to answer, and an agreement to go get lunch with Seb, who was also in Monaco for some reason he hasn't yet shared with Lewis.

It's 6.39 and the elevator door opens and before Lewis can take a step forward, Nico is there.

There is a smile on his face and Lewis' stomach does that twisting thing it always does when they stumble upon each other, given that they still live in the same building, no matter that Lewis usually isn't in Monaco.

(He should move. It's somehow never a priority.)

Nico's hair is mussed up and his collar is crooked. It's obvious that he was just coming home from partying. His eyes widen a little when he sees Lewis.

"Oh," he breathes more than says, and Lewis knows he's taken aback. "Lewis. Good morning."

Nico's voice is flat. He rolls his shoulders but doesn't move. Lewis blinks. There is a hickey on the side of Nico's neck, barely visible and half covered by Nico's shirt. It's a nice shirt. Lewis thinks it's Armani.

"Good morning," Lewis says. "Good party last night?"

He doesn't know why he asks. He hadn't slept and he isn't thinking.

There are lines on Nico's face when he smiles now. "Yes," he chuckles. "Very... productive."

That can mean anything. Lewis is too tired to try and figure it out. He's been to tired to try and figure Nico out for a long while.

Nico's eyes fly over Lewis' form. "Sleepless night?" he asks in return, and Lewis wants to punch him.

"Nah, just, you know," Lewis replies with a smile. "Making the most of the day."

He can't be here anymore. The door starts closing and they both reach for it at the same time from opposite sides. Their eyes briefly meet as they exchange places. Lewis can smell the alcohol and the club and sex and pine and cigarettes on Nico as he exits the elevator as Nico takes his place.

"Good night," he says.

"Good day," Nico replies, pushing the button for his floor.

Lewis doesn't look back. He starts running the moment he exits the building and doesn't stop until he's all the way above on the hill. The sun sgines down on him as he pants and teies to catch his breath. He checks his watch.

It's stuck on 6.39 AM. He must have forgotten to charge it last night.

He takes the long way home.

-

"It's good to see you, Lewis," Seb says, smile wide and uneven in the Monte Carlo twilight, his arms open for a hug.

"It's good to see you too," Lewis says sincerely and steps into the hug. "What are you doing here?" he asks, but before he can finish the queation fully, his stomach turns.

Seb smells of pine. He's always smelled of pine, like that deodorant he's been using his whole life.

Seb pulls back from the hug first. "Oh, you know," he says with eyes and smile full of mirth. "Checking up on some investments."

Lewis forces himself to smile.

"Come on, we'll be late for the reservation," he says, checking his watch.

It's still stuck on 6.39 AM.

He forgot to charge it.

#i dont know what this is but it sure is something #effervescentdragonwrites #my writing #f1 rpf #brocedes #but also #sico #the german twincest #c tag <3 #love youuuuu

[russellsppttemplates]

mick "wearing" rora or baby seb in a wrap sling 😍

(the bulky chest and narrow waist but with a cute baby attached to them is too much for my poor poor ovaries to handle.

Note: as you can see, dad!Mick and mentioning his waist and back get me going

"Do you want to go outside today?", Mick asked you as he looked out of the window as he finished washing the mugs from breakfast, seeing it was a nice sunny day.

"It would be nice to leave the house", you commented, looking at Angie, "and I bet she would love to go on a W-A-L-K", you spelled, knowing the word would send her running, "I'll go get ready then, she's still sleeping, but I think she'll wake up soon", you said, excusing yourself and making your way upstairs.

When you reached your bedroom, you set the baby monitor on your bed while you looked for something comfortable to wear, finding a pair of leggings and a comfortable hooded jacket, looking for some socks and then heading to check on Aurora, having seen her move a little bit on the monitor's screen. So, reaching her bedroom, where you saw your baby girl wagging her little arms, cooing up to you when she heard you walk inside the room, "hello, my little bunny", you smiled, "did you have a good nap?", you asked as you helped her out of the cot, picking her up so you could change her diaper, "I hope you did, because papa has a fun morning planned for us".

Unfastening her body suit, you managed to change her diaper all in one go before choosing a warmer outfit so you could go outside without her getting cold.

Packing the diaper bag, you slung it over your shoulder while holding Aurora in your arms, heading downstairs to see Mick adjusting Angie's collar, "all good, Angie", he said before the dog noticed you two, making her way to you, "look, Rora, it's your best friend!", you exclaimed.

Since you had brought Aurora home, Angie had taken it upon her responsibility to always look out for the little baby whenever she was in the room, finding her many times asleep at the feet/bottom the furniture pieces your daughter would sleep and play on.

"Do we need her buggy?", you asked, "the ground there has a few stones, it will be bumpy for her", you recalled, "I was thinking we could put her in the wrap sling", your husband said and you nodded, seeing him grab the soft fabric from one of the cabinets.

"Can I carry her?", Mick asked, "I know you usually do it, but I want to try it of that's okay", he said, a hint of blush on his cheeks as he looked hopeful at you, making you chuckle at his cuteness, "sure, let me help you, though", you said, laying your daughter on the large sofa so she could wait comfortably.

Grabbing the material, you wrapped it around Mick's narrow waist, pulling each end over his broad shoulders, "grab these, please, I can't pull them all the way in front of you on my own", you asked, giggling at your struggle before finally being able to manage all the cross patterns in in torso, "are you just feeling me up or is this all needed?", your husband giggled as you swatted his chest playfully, rearranging the fabric, "can you blame me though? All this is doing is hugging your very handsome and well looking torso", you said as you went to kiss his lip, turning around to grab Aurora so she could be secured in the bundled fabric, "Hello, my little love, ready for a walk?", he said before kissing the top of her head, hands going around where her butt was.

The walk was slow paced, since you were still taking it easy, Angie always near you as you and Mick talked about some gossips he had heard and other news you had to share, "You can let your arms go from around her, you know? It's the whole point of wearing a sling after all", you teased your husband, seeing his arms locked around the bundled up baby, "I know, but I like having one here", he said as his other hand went to lace yours. Throughout the whole walk, your heart fluttered everytime Aurora would make a little noise, Mick explaining to her everything you were seeing and enjoying the family day out.

(Thank you for submitting an ask 🤍)

#mick schumacher blurb #inês writes blurbs #f1 blurb

[oliver-quick-ens-my-pulse]

Can You Handle It

Sebastian x f!reader

Summary - Many requests for subby boys and inspired by the suggestions of "their first time getting eaten out/Rimmed by a GN!MC?" and "the boys made yn mad and yn wants revenge and decide to overstimulate them until they were crying and apologizing to her"

Word Count - 2,366

Warnings - 18+ smut, dom!reader x sub!Seb, overstimulation, punishment

A/N - Not oblivious to the first suggestion referring to GN!reader, but my intent with this first submissive fic was f!reader because I imagine that's where it'll be easiest for me to start since I'm just not used to writing a more dominant reader. These two specific requests were in response to me asking for some help with ideas, so please don't hesitate to keep sending m/m or gn/m pairings or whatever it is that suits you. I don't skip over them, I do make my best efforts for them.

You were going to ruin Sebastian when you found him. You were nearing your final weeks at Hogwarts, stressed to the nines about how your NEWT scores were going to turn out. And yet he decided it would be a great idea to borrow your notes and not return them when you asked him to.

He was your boyfriend, yes, but that didn't give exclusive permission to take your things. You also were furious that he didn't know any better at a time like this. You stomped your way through the dorms, utilizing disillusionment when you needed it before making your way to his bedroom. You hadn't been able to find him in any of his other usual hangouts so you figured he must be in his bed.

He was taking a nap, clearly exhausted with parchment scattered around him. His tie was loose and his robes were off. You almost felt bad for what you were about to inflict on him. You charmed the door to the room quietly, ensuring a simple alohamora wouldn't unlock it.

When you were satisfied, you sat on the bed next to Sebastian. He didn't even flinch from your weight on the mattress. You decided to tidy up all the notes and set them aside so that they didn't have to be a part of your revenge, you still very much needed them to look over, but only after you dealt with Sebastian.

You crawled on top of him where he lay and admired him for a few moments. He was so perfectly innocent with his clothes all disheveled and his hair falling over his eyes. You smirked to yourself as you sat between his legs.

You gave him a few slaps to the cheek to try and wake him. He only flailed around for a moment or two before his eyes opened and he took in the sight of you looming over him.

He cleared his through, "Y/N," his voice was still coated in the remnants of his sleep, "I was just dreaming about you. And there you are."

He made a move to wrap his arms around your waist before you batted his hand away, crossing your arms against your chest. "I don't think so. You didn't bring my notes back at all! Do you have any idea how worried I was that you lost them and were searching for a way to cover your own ass?"

He blinked a few times, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he noticed you taking your robe off and setting it aside. "I — I'm sorry. I just lost track of time and —"

You put a finger to his lips a placed a single soft kiss on his nose. "You're going to be sorry when I'm done with you." His eyes widened and you saw his adam's apple bob when he swallowed hard. "First, you can take away all this stress you caused me. And then I will deal with you."

His cheeks flushed red when he realized what you were referring to. He stuttered, "Y-yes ma'am." Although he looked slightly frightened you knew it was just a part of his act to try and make you feel bad and go easy on him. The bulge that you made sure to ground down on as you stood up told you otherwise though. He groaned at the contact.

"You're a little pathetic, aren't you? I've just threatened you and you're as stiff as a board in your pants." He said nothing but sat up on his elbows as he watched you drop your skirt and undergarments. You unbuttoned your blouse just enough to give him something to look at later.

You leaned down to his face, giving his cheek a more delicate slap, "Why don't you tell me how much you're about to love taking care of me? How the minute I put my pussy in your face, you'll be lucky not to cream your pants? And I do mean lucky because the consequences will only be worse if you don't listen."

You looked into his chocolate eyes, watching his pupils expand as he tried to formulate a response, "Yes, I — I want you to sit on my face. It's a privilege you're letting me taste you before you wreck me. You're so good to me."

Sebastian reached out with needy hands ready to scoop your thighs up as you crawled on top of his chest, positioning yourself over his mouth. He was nearly drooling at the sight of your soaking folds. He looked up at you for reassurance that it was okay to start on you before you forced your cunt into his mouth.

He moaned at the taste as you moaned from how expertly he moved his tongue through your lips and up to your sensitive nub. He gripped your thighs hard as it was the one luxury you allowed him while you ground your hips against him, riding his face whether he could breathe or not. You could feel the knots in your stomach coming loose as the day melted away on his tongue, "Fuck, Sebastian, just like that, just for me, honey." He used the pad of his tongue to rub circles on your clit, just the way he knew you liked it. You tugged on his hair as you started to come undone, looking down at how blissful he looked latched onto you.

Your thighs were shaking as you came undone in his mouth. "Ahh, clean it up Sebastian. Taste all of it. To his credit, he continued to work on you until you couldn't take it anymore. You were just afforded the pleasure of shifting your hips away from him to decide when enough was enough.

You panted and looked down at him through heavy eyes, seeing how he had your juices spread from his chin to the tip of his nose. His lips glistened as he licked at them, but looking up at you he was still hungry. "Is it, is it my turn?" His voice was whiney and thick with lust.

You smoothed your hand through his hair, down to his cheek. "If you're ready for your turn, but it might just never stop."

His eyes searched yours and you could tell he was nervous at what you were implying, with really no idea what exactly you had in store for him. You adjusted yourself so that you were once again between his legs and you gestured for him to sit up.

As he did so you swiftly grabbed his jaw and pulled his face forward, your other hand making easy work of the buttons on his shirt. His freckled face was a mess as he moaned merely from you grabbing him in such a way. You teased him, "Oh, Sebastian. I wish I was here just to make you feel good today, but I have to make you feel too good. I have to hit you where it hurts so you learn. Why don't we get the rest of these clothes off?"

As you released him he quickly obliged and tugged at the laces of his pants, pushing them down his legs. You moved out of the way just long enough to pull his pants and underwear all the way past his ankles to discard them on the floor, leaving him naked in front of you.

You ran your fingernails up his legs and leaned forward to blow hot breath against his dripping erection. He shivered and squirmed from such small touches from you, and you laughed at him.

"Today's going to be a little different, okay?" He nodded at you fervently, willing to do anything to get his own relief at this point. You dipped your head down between his legs, ignoring his cock and using your hands to gently nudge his thighs up, giving you access to his entrance. He spluttered out incoherent sentiments as you told him to be a good boy before you run your tongue down the seam of his sack and down to his virgin hole.

"Y/N, I've, we've never done this. I — augh —" A cry of pleasure negates his protests as you tease your tongue around the rim of his asshole. You couldn't keep the smile off your face as he grabbed his own thighs to keep them held up towards his chest.

"You're such a good boy, Sebastian," you cooed before plunging your tongue inside of him and swirling around his walls.

"Ah, Y/N, it feels so good," he was whimpering as you kept up your assault on his tight hole, experimenting to see what motions would make him make certain noises.

"I, I, Y/N," you reached up to wrap a hand around his cock as he struggled for words. You could feel how tense he was while you teased your tongue lightly over his hole, just shy of going inside and stroked him at the same time. You thought about edging him, but you had better plans for him than that. You had plans to make him cum again and again and again until his body just couldn't take it anymore.

When you could tell his orgasm was coming you licked and kissed your way up his thighs to sit back up in front of his cock. You loved looking down and seeing how flushed he had become from his neck to his chest. You replaced your hand with your mouth and he yelled loudly, almost immediately releasing his seed down your throat.

You gagged but took as much of him as you could while still swallowing every bit of his cum. You began to slow down your movements enough to let him catch his breath and think things were over. He opened his eyes to gaze down at you and looked completely fucked out.

That's when you started bobbing faster on his cock, running your tongue up and down it while you tried to take more into your mouth. "Y/N, you, you can't, I, fuck," he gave up trying to string together any words. He reached down to pull on your hair, but you refused to stop. You released him from your mouth with a pop, using your spit to resume the motions with your hand.

You gently wiped the corner of your mouth, "Sebastian I told you it had to be this way. You have to learn. You have to really be sorry before I can be done with you."

His mouth hung open as his thighs shook, he closed his legs around yours as gasp after gasp left his mouth. You took your other hand and rubbed his tight sack which he just released several days of pent-up sexual frustration from. You gently pressed your fingers together, squeezing and pulling against his balls and he was practically writhing on the bed.

His cock was completely hard and already leaking again, but every place you touched him felt like it was on fire with how his nerves were in overdrive. "Come on, Sebastian, I have to be sure there's nothing left in here. It's only the right thing to do."

You jerked him hard and fast, tugging on him just to see him whimper. You decided to allow him a slight relief as you took your hand from his balls and instead finished unfastening your shirt, letting it fall open. You tugged down the thin fabric that was left over your breasts, leaving them exposed.

He looked dazed as he watched you massage and pinch your own nipples. He couldn't decide if you were an angel or a devil, but he was pretty sure he felt another orgasm coming soon. He was on the verge of tears with how intense everything was. You could see how his eyes were watery and glazed over.

You released him suddenly and without warning before straddling him. He gulped as he looked up at you, too exhausted to even touch you as badly as he wanted to. You pressed a hand gently to his throat, "Are you sorry Sebastian? Sorry for not returning my things?"

You grazed your swollen lips over the tip of his cock, making his breath hitch. "Y — yes. Yes, Y/N, it'll never happen again, I swear on Merlin."

You caressed his cheek gently before you sank down onto his length. You were sure you were hearing sounds from him that you hadn't heard before. You moaned yourself as you rode on his cock, determined to milk at least a second orgasm from him.

You leaned down to bring your lips to his, making him taste himself before you left a trail of spittle down his jaw. You sucked and bit at his neck, whispering to him about being a good boy and cumming for you one more time.

"Just one more time, I promise. I can tell you learned your lesson, baby." As you spoke to him, kept your lips all over him, and fucked him hard it finally happened. He clung to you, wrapping around you tightly as he held you to his chest and let out guttural groans. Your name was certainly mixed into the jumble of words somewhere.

You knew how he must be feeling by now, so you gently slipped off of his cock and just lay on top of him between his legs. You pet his hair and gave him much softer kisses than the ones you'd been giving him moments prior. You traced over some red marks you'd sucked onto his neck in such a short time. When you ran a finger across one of his nipples he nearly jumped out of his skin.

"P — please! I'm so sorry. I was good and I did what you asked. I need a moment to breathe." You obliged and nuzzled yourself against his neck, hoping your hair buffered the contact enough for it to not be too sensitive.

"I love you, Sebastian," you spoke quietly against his neck. He returned the sentiment, his voice barely a whisper. "I'm going to take my notes when I leave, but why don't we get things cleaned up and tuck you back in for that nap?"

#sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow smut #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy smut #sebastian sallow x f!reader #hogwarts legacy x f!reader #sebastian sallow

[gothushi]

thinking about Seb lashing out not being able to control himself he would totally leave tones of scratches and bitemarks

collar him

i literally just woke up from a nap and have to answer this my jaws on the floor. cw collaring, mild breath play if ur squinting, marks

maybe something happened with his guardian (still don’t know if i headcanon him being with his own family or possibly a foster family or another relative/someone who adopted him. idk idk details shmetails) so maybe he’s just like. overstimulated. pissed off. every single thing makes him upset or angry. but he’s come over because he promised he would and you two were gonna watch a movie and spend time together.

one thing leads to another and you’re making out on the couch, he’s pawing at you, desperate to release his pent up energy from an entire days worth of anger and frustration. cut to him laid back, you’re ontop, grinding down onto him slow and teasing and he’s just so… upset.. he needs more, needs to take and take, needs these feelings to get out before he just absolutely blows up like a bomb. so suddenly, his frame is over yours, pinning you to the couch, your legs around his waist, and he goes feral. im talking hips slamming into yours, jostling your entire body up, his hands on your shoulders and dragging over your back and arms, nails digging into your skin, all the while he’s buried his head in your neck, biting at the junction of shoulder and neck hard, so fucking hard that my god it really hurts? is he drawing blood? (you consider stopping him, already having said plenty “seb–! hey!” “slow down– seb, fuck slow down” “sebastion” grabbing at his hair, pushing at his shoulders, it doesn’t work. but you let him do what he must because yes it hurts but it isn’t past your limits) he’s panting through his teeth, sobbing tears of frustration as he takes takes takes, fucks like some wild, rabid animal until he cums. he doesn’t even know if you’ve cum too but that’s the least of your worries as he collapses onto you, crying, panting, and you pet over his hair like you’re comforting a stray cat, gentle, soft, careful.

cue clean up, your back is fucked. red scratches from his dull nails go from shoulder blade to just above your ass. some even go from shoulder down your biceps, and the left side of your neck is ravaged. a deep bite mark is on the junction where he stayed for the most part, small little cuts from his teeth, but also a cluster of hickies and more faint little teeth marks littered down your shoulder. he sobs again, cries, says he’s sorry, he doesn’t know what happened, he feels so ashamed and is horrified you’re going to leave him. but you tsk, try to ground him with a few ‘i love you’s and order him to clean your back for you and apply some cream to the scratches since you can’t reach. he does so, hand trembling all the while, and then you sit down with him to have a proper talk.

he doesn’t know what happened, doesn’t know why he just lost control. he says he was just so.. so mad all day, everything was going wrong, everyone was upsetting (save for you). you have a healthy talk with him, telling him he can’t always leave you like you’ve been mauled by an animal when he gets upset, nor can he turn to other things like breaking shit or yelling. you tell him that you’ll both figure something out, reassuring plenty that you aren’t angry with him and you aren’t leaving him. two days pass, you’ve come up with a solution the next time you hang out.

you present a little box to him, no bigger than his hands held out together. he’s confused. a gift? for him? he insists he doesn’t deserve anything but the constant sting when you move on your back serves to remind that yes, he does deserve this, and urge him to open the box. inside is a black leather collar, meant for a dog, silver buckle and one singular ring beside it, and a matching leash. he’s like.. “i don’t have a dog..” but his own puppy eyes say otherwise! you gently explain that it’s meant for him, for his neck, something to try that might be able to ground him, and he’d only wear it when at your apartment. it takes a second for the intentions to click in his brain, and his cheeks go red, “you.. you think that’d work?” he’s skeptical, but you remind him he doesn’t have to try it, you just thought it’d be a nice idea. so.. he agrees. he lets you buckle the collar on, enough to fit three fingers through comfortably, and oh.

oh.

his cock fucking aches. it hurts in his jeans. the constant pressure on his neck is just so good he can’t believe he’d never explored this. he’s laid with his head in your lap, watching a movie, trying not to squirm around. he feels he doesn’t deserve to fuck you again yet afterall.. but you notice. notice the color on his cheeks as you play with his hair, the way his thighs stay pressed together, the subtle shifts of his hips, the way he hasn’t really said a word about the show when usually he’s a little chatterbox critiquing or pointing things out.

cue fifteen minutes later, he’s sat back on the couch whilst you’re riding him. the pace is agonizingly slow, and he’s grunting and whining like crazy. you’ve clipped the leash on, but it’s slack right now. his punishment is to not touch you, he has to just take what you give. soon enough though (you knew this would happen) his hands fly to your hips, grasping, a shakey “please” escapes him. quickly, you’ve got your one hand on the back of the couch, leash in hand, and it tugs on the collar enough to yank his head back some. the most pathetic noise you’ve ever heard comes from his throat, brows furrowing up, lips parting as it’s just a bit harder to breathe. “behave.” you’ll groan, fucking yourself down a little bit faster when his hands leave your waist.

he cums twice that night, and next time he’s at home jerking off with you on the brain, his hand wanders up to his neck.

#AHHHHH IM CRAZY IM OBSESSED WITH HIM #HELLPPPP!!!!! #neil newbon #neil newbon x reader #seb as if #seb as if x reader

[marvelfanfics1]

hii can i please request a rainy day with daddy chris? watching cartoons and cuddling. hope your doing well btw and i love your fics sm! <33

Rainy Day

Pairing: daddy!chris x little!reader

Warnings: Age Regression, fluff, don't like? Don't read!

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You pout while looking out the window where it was pouring non-stop. The actual plan was to go to the dog park with Dodger today but it was already raining when you woke up.

You were in your playroom sitting and waiting with Dodger before the window after breakfast and desperately hoped for the sun to come out again.

"What are you two doing?" your Daddy asked while walking inside to stand behind you, leaning down to kiss your head and reaching to the side to scratch behind the pup's ear.

"Don't wike the rain" you pout again, leaning against Chris.

"Oh, Honey, I know you wanted to go to the park. I promise we go tomorrow if it's not raining again, yeah?" he said and you nod, you were still a little disappointed but it's not your daddy's fault that it's raining and you know that.

Chris tried to distract you by playing different kinds of games with you for a while when he saw you start to rub your eyes and yawned a few times.

"What do you think of cuddling and watching cartoons for a bit and later we can look through the coloring book that Seb gave you last week, how does that sound?" he asked and you stopped playing, making grabby hands for him.

"Yes pwease," you gave him a little smile. He picked you up and pecked your lips, making his way to the living room with Dodger trotting behind.

On the way there he stopped by the bedroom to get your stuffie and favorite blankie that he knows comforts you very much.

"What does the princess want to watch?" he asked while setting you down on the sofa, handing you your comfort items and you giggled.

"The Pwincess and the Frog!" you smiled, going with the nickname.

"A good decision, isn't that right buddy?" Chris asked and Dodger barked in agreement, jumping on the couch and laying down beside you.

Chris put on the movie and sat down on your other side, placing his arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer.

He grabbed your blankie and covered you with it and you took some of it to also cover your daddy with it.

During the movie Chris was rubbing either your back or your arm, that's something he does often when you're close to falling asleep.

Later that day, after you had taken your nap on the couch, you were sitting in the kitchen and coloring in your new Marvel-themed color book while your daddy was preparing dinner.

"Daddy, look! Is you!" you squealed when you showed him the page.

"That's right, such a smart girl I have" he praised and you started to color happily.

When Chris was done with cooking you put the book aside and he placed a plate with spaghetti before you.

"I wanna eat on my own today. M big girl!" you said and he was about to hand you the fork but hesitated, making you look up at him.

"You can eat on your own but only if you take a bath afterward," he said but quickly added. "Without complaining" you nod, taking the purple plastic fork and starting to eat.

Just like he thought, you ended up with sauce all over your face and clothes.

He was relieved when the bath went smoothly, only a few whines but got easily distracted by all the toys he let you put in. After he helped you put on your jammies he went with you through your bedtime routine which included doing your hair, brushing your teeth, and putting on body lotion.

Chris send you to the bedroom so he could get ready for bed as well and smiled when he heard you giggling and shuffling around on the bed, knowing that you were probably fooling around with Dodger.

He wasn't in the bathroom for long and soon joined you in bed with a story to read you to sleep. You got as close as you could to your daddy and wrapped yourself around him, feeling him kiss your head and listening to him reading the bedtime story.

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[internetgremlin-writes]

Hellooo

First of all, congratulations for your 1300! You truly deserve it.

Could I request prompt 23 with Sebastian Vettel please, with reader saying it please?

Thank you very much!

I wish you a very good day 💞

23 - "It's hard to get used to..." "What is?" "Being someone that cares for.."

meant to say something/post a prompt yesterday but i was having a mental breakdown about what's in booster vaccines but

holy fucking shit last night I hit 1.5K!! Screaming, crying, throwing up. i literally sat looking at my stats for a while just shook. i fucking love all of you <3

Seb is just *chefs kiss*

If there was one thing you'd learnt about Sebastian Vettel, it was that he was stubborn.

He was the most stubborn person you'd ever met, by a long way. So you couldn't say you were entirely surprised when you walked into the garage looking to see him holed up in the back corner, beanie on and heavy coat pulled up around his ears. His eyes were closed, and he was breathing slowly through his mouth.

Was he sleeping in your garage?

Okay, it was his garage technically, but you worked there. And right then you needed to be working there, and a sleeping driver was not conducive to working.

You tried to move silently around him, working as much on the computer as possible, taking as much care as possible to avoid any unnecessary noise. You were actually doing quite well, and pretty pleased that you'd managed just over an hour of silent work whilst your driver snoozed in his corner until another member of the team sauntered by.

"Hey, Y/N? Have you seen my-" you were waving your hands frantically, trying to get Ed, one of the mechanics, to shut up but it was too late. A soft groan from behind you let you know Seb had woken up. Ed's eyes widened as he noticed the pile of coats behind you stir, and typical Ed-style, he scurried off.

"Y/N?" Seb's voice was thick, accent heavy with sleep. You sent him a nervous smile.

"Hey,"

"Oh no," he groaned, his head dropping into his hands for a second before looking at you. It made your stomach drop, and not in a good way because Seb was pale, he looked exhausted despite his recent nap and seemed to be trying to tuck himself even deeper into his little nest of layers. "How long was I asleep for?"

"An hour, probably a little longer," he groaned. Something felt off, Seb went back to quietly flicking through his pre-race notes as the garage started to slowly fill up. Usually, you and he were on quite good terms, and he'd chat to you and badger you the whole time you worked, not to mention he was the life of the team. So seeing him like this, so quiet and withdrawn was definitely an alarm bell.

When you noticed him standing in the corner, pressing his thumbs hard into the small space on either side of his nose for the third time you pulled him to the side.

"Are you okay?" he really did look pale, and you knew Seb. This wasn't pre-race nerves; he'd qualified in a strong position and was pipped for a podium finish. His blue eyes shifted guiltily across your face and he sniffed. You noticed then that his brow was damp, and the skin around his nostrils red and irritated.

"I'm fine," you scowled at him.

"Seb-"

"I'm fine! I have to go for the anthem now," his voice was nasal, his accent still thick and you knew then it was no longer from sleep. He was definitely not okay. You tried to flag down anyone of authority over you to tell them Seb wasn't well, but with the race being so close you were vastly ignored.

When he came back onto the grid to collect his car and get started for the formation lap, he looked worse. He was sweating profusely from standing in the sun, his cooling vest clearly not doing its job. He pointedly ignored you as he zipped up his race suit, pulled on his helmet and avoided everyone on the grid walk as best he could.

You spent the whole race incredibly stressed out, and not even the joviality in the garage from Seb's impressive gain of places or the jokes of the pit crew could settle you. You sat tense in your seat, headphones on and unable to move until he crossed that chequered flag safely in P4. You could barely even bring yourself to feel guilty about being glad he hadn't gotten a podium, that he could come straight back to the garage.

You made sure you were there when he pulled in and clambered out of the car. It was painful to watch, unable to touch him until he'd been up to the FIA building to be weighed. He looked broken, stumbling out of the car and having to grab onto the halo to steady himself the second his feet touched the floor. He was drenched in sweat, dripping in fact. Seb kept his helmet on and didn't say a word to anyone as he walked off.

He didn't take his helmet off until he'd made it back into the garage. You were hanging out back there, tidying up the line of mechanic's helmets and headphones and at first, you didn't notice him come to a stop beside you. He was stooped over as he pulled his helmet and baklava off, but when he stood up and turned to face you, you were horrified.

His skin was positively ashen, his whole face shining and slick with sweat. He was staring at you, blue eyes complete unfocused on your figure.

"Y/N," he mumbled and swayed dangerously.

"Seb? You feeling okay?" You'd barely gotten the question out when he swayed again, this time stumbling forwards and you only just managed to catch him. "Jesus, Seb, watch out," but he was clinging onto you and shaking his head. The next thing you knew he sank down onto the bench in front of you, eyes still bleary and unfocused.

It took you and another engineer to hoist him onto his feet and help get him to his driver's room. As you were one of the few members of the team with any scrap of first aid training, a silent yet furious battle was lost and you found yourself tasked with looking after the semi-conscious, babbling driver. Not that you really minded, you always loved any excuse to be around him.

Sebastian came around pretty shortly after you'd placed a damp, cold flannel across his forehead. You knew he'd woken up because he was grumbling, and you heard a wet slap as he flung the flannel on the floor. You picked it up and took it out to rinse out for new, cold water. You knew Seb must have been quite sick, because he hadn't tried to get up, and was just watching you with bleary eyes as you returned to his side.

"No, it's cold," he was making a weak attempt to swat the flannel away from his face. You placed a hand against his forehead.

"Shit, Seb, you're burning up. Come on, you have to let me help," he whined, actually whined, and if you weren't so worried about him you would have stopped because it really was one of the most beautiful things you'd ever heard.

"No,"

"Sebastian," he managed a scowl at you, but relented and you pressed the flannel back against his forehead. He was shivering, his race suit soaked through with rapidly cooling sweat.

"Christ, you're in a right mess," you mumbled, fetching a blanket to place over him until he was able to change himself.

"Wanted the points," that made you soften, and you returned to where you'd been crouched by his head.

"Seb, no race is worth your health," you were fighting a losing battle with your instinct to touch him. You placated yourself by lifting the flannel and pressing it against the rest of his face, before cradling his cheek to lift his head and place the flannel under his burning neck. He caught your hand as you went to move away. You let him hold it.

"It was worth it," you had no idea how he was managing it, but there was no doubt there was a half-smirk forming on his lips.

"You don't have to make it so hard," you muttered, your eyes focusing on the floor, "It's hard enough to get used to,"

"What is?" He'd lost some of the stuffy tone from earlier, and it sounded like his sinuses had cleared a little. You could feel your own face burning, not quite sure how he'd managed to drag a confession out of you when he couldn't even stand.

"Being someone that cares for you. When you don't even care for yourself. Every time I watch you get in that car I worry it'll be your last," the words rushed from you, too late to be taken back and something about Seb's state made it so much easier to be honest with him.

"You care for me?" His eyes were sliding in and out of focus on your face again, but the toothy smile he managed to crack was sticking firm. He was still holding your hand, his palm burning hot but surprisingly soothing as he rubbed gentle circles with his thumb. It was that motion that was enough to keep you talking. You stared at your hands as you spoke, unable to meet his eye.

"Of course I do,"

"Hey, look at me," and you did. There was a soft smile that shone all the way up to his eyes. Even in his pallid state, he looked a little brighter. "Remind me to ask you on a date when I'm better," you couldn't help the relieved laugh that bubbled from you.

"I promise," his hand squeezed yours weakly.

"Good, now can I have that flannel again please?"

#1.3k prompt night #f1 #formula one #sebastian vettel x reader #sebastian vettel imagine #seb vettel #sebastian vettel

[bwoahtastic]

Nico takes bath time so hard when he helps with Max. He knows it’s best for everyone if Seb isn’t the bad guy and Max won’t let any of the papas touch him when he’s in the bath, so Nico really is the only one that can help. He cries a little afterwards and holds little Nicky very close. Mika cuddles him close and gets him into a nice warm nest. The papas come to check on him too, they know how bad it is to feel like you’re hurting a pup when you’re only trying to help

Plls Nico trying to be brave and offers to help bathe Max but he takes it so hard! Max is sobbing at Nico and asking why auntie is punishing him! Nico just tries not to cry and soothes the little one, and tries to make bath time quick before getting him safely in Seb's arms.

Nico stumbling out of the bathroom and letting out a little sob as he falls into Mika's arms. Mika getting him in a nest and gently calling mousy and little Pascal over who cuddle up to momma! Maybe little birdie Logan crawls into the nest with them too and squeaks up at the bigger bird!🥺

Kimi coming to check on Nico and thanking him a lot and the other papas come to say thanks too! Maybe Toto sits with them a little longer, telling Nico it's okay, Maxy isn't going to hate him and he did the right thing!

After a little nap with Maxy, Seb comes to Nico carrying the little kitten and Nico is tense, thinking Max will panic seeing him but Max clings to Nico and wraps his little tail around Nicos' wrist so auntie will stay and snuggle!

#asks #oh deer orphanage

[sarahrogersevans]

Actors Behind The Scenes- Sebastian Stan Shy!xreader Fan Fic

Summary: Sebastian and reader are best friends & film Captain America Civil War together and reader is having a rough time and then Seb takes reader back to his place and surprises her with a blanket Fort and wants to admit something …

Warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of anxiety and feeling upset, Soft gentle Seb, shy reader, let me know if I miss anything

(Y/N’s POV)

Just got done filming the airport battle scene of Captain America Civil War and I’m feeling a lot of things right now. I went to go change out of my character uniform and change into some normal clothes and I tried not to cry but fighting against Sebastian was hard because it felt real, even though he always told me that everything would be ok and just have fun which it was fun but just really exhausting. I finished getting changed and saw Sebastian over by Anthony Mackie and I walked over to Sebastian and hugged him. Sebastian got worried after hearing me crying and said “hey doll hey shhh shhh you ok?” I hugged closer to him and said “just need a hug from you.” Sebastian smiled and pulled me closer and said “hey I’m here now I got you Y/N, feeling tired?” I nodded and he rubbed my back saying “yea you seem pretty worn out love, how about I take you back to my place and we can hang out and relax hmm? Sound good?” I smiled at Seb feeling shy and said “ok, could I maybe nap at your place?” Seb smiled and said “of course doll it’s not a problem come on let’s go.”

(Sebastian’s POV)

We got to my place a little while later after stopping at a restaurant for lunch and we walked inside and I put my keys on the table in the kitchen and said “alright here we are, let’s get you upstairs so you can rest and I’ll clean up a bit so we can watch a movie down here ok?” Y/N nodded at me while walking close to me, I had her lay down on my bed and put the blankets over her gently and kissed her forehead smiling at my beautiful best friend and said “ok, you get some rest hon I’ll go get the living room set up so we can watch a movie and if you need anything either text me or come get me, I’ll be right back to wake you up I promise.” Y/N smiled while falling asleep and said “thank you Sebastian .. for taking care of me.” I blushed and said “always, get some rest.” I closed the door quietly and went downstairs and tried to think of the best way to make the living room cozy for watching movies and then I remembered she loves blanket forts with fairy lights!

I got all of the blankets out of my closet and the fairy lights and set up the fort first right by the tv and then hung up the fairy lights along the walls and turned the lights off and the fairy lights came on and I felt so happy knowing she would love it. I got the snacks out and some drinks and then I went back upstairs to wake up Y/N and when I opened the bedroom door she was just waking up and I smiled at her and said “hey you, good timing I was just gonna come wake you up! Did you sleep well?” Y/N stretched and said “mhm, thank you again for letting me nap in here Seb I really needed it.” I sat close to her and wrapped my arms around her and said “hey you don’t have to thank me, I’d do anything for you, by the way downstairs I have a surprise for you that I think you’ll love.” Y/N looked at me confused but I could tell she was excited and got up and said “lead the way sir!”

I took her hand and lead her downstairs and we walked into the living room and I said “surprise!! I made you a blanket fort knowing you love them and wanted the living room to be cozy for us.” Y/N cried and hugged me saying “thank you Seb!.. thank you for this, it means the world to me oh and you hung up some fairy lights! I love those, thank you for everything! May I?..” I opened the fort and said “after you darling.” I followed her in and we sat down and Y/N looked around after laying on a pillow and I just adore this woman and love seeing her happy. I looked at her looking through the movies and I thought now would be a good time to tell her how I really feel about her though I was really nervous but I didn’t wanna lose this chance. I sat a bit closer to Y/N and said “hey Y/N, before we watch anything there’s something I was hoping to talk to you about.” Y/N sat up and said “oh, of course Sebastian what’s on your mind??” I loved how she always looked at me and really listened and made me feel heard and she always cared about how I felt.

I blushed and said “ok so, you know you mean a lot to me right? I would do anything for you.” She smiled and said “I know you would Seb and I care about you too a lot, are you ok?” I got more nervous and said “oh yea I’m ok, it’s just.. I love you Y/N like I really love you and you make me smile everyday and I love spending time with you, there’s no one I’d rather spend my time with than you. You’re an amazing woman and I wanted to let you know how I really feel about you.” Y/N blushed and took my hands in her and said “Oh Seb, I’m so glad you told me because I’ve had those same feelings for you for a while now and I was always too nervous to say anything, being close to you feels right and I always look forward to spending time with you, you do so much for me and I’m so grateful, I love you Seb.” I cupped her face in my hands and moved closer to kiss her and it just felt like time stopped and my heart was racing and I smiled at her feeling so damn lucky. I kissed her forehead gently and then put in a movie and cuddled close Y/N feeling so happy she was mine.

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So, this is the third and last part of this. I really loved writing it and sharing it, and I hope y'all like it too. Enjoy 💜

His eyes fly open.

He can't see. All he feels is pain.

He needs to protect. All he sees is red.

He hurts. All he is is gone.

He soon falls again.

When he wakes up, he is not alone.

Something rough and warm is touching his right hand.

He can sense the sun on his skin, so bright its light is basically white.

He feels -not better, per se- but not as bad as before.

When he tries to open his eyes, he finds he can only see the right side of the ceiling.

Ah, so this is it. He takes stock of all the pains he is feeling. The left side of his face is burning, he has for sure some broken ribs, and his right leg is in a cast. Well then, could be worse.

He tries to lift his head, but it requires too much energy he doesn't have.

So he simply shakes his hand.

Suddenly, the pressure on it squeezes back. Soon, a mass of curly blonde hair colours his vision, followed by a face so beloved he almost aches watching it.

"Seb" is all he manages, but for his lover it's enough. He starts crying, then he can feel the same drops raining on his face, and a gentle hand in his hair.

When he stops, Sebastian dries his tears, and just looks at him like he is a miracle. Charles honestly thinks it's the other way around, but he stays silent, old arguments left behind.

Then he remembers the kids. Pierre with the cut on her arm and Dani with the wide smile and fear in their eyes.

He doesn't even have to ask, because Sebastian is already answering.

"Pierre is alright. Lando healed her cut and now she is napping with the other kids. The other one..." and then stops, not looking in his eye, expression sad.

"Dani. They distracted one of the last monsters. It threw them at a wall before I could slay it" he says, and actually feels like dying. Now that he is awake and his body pains are somewhat lessened, it's other things that are truly starting to hurt. Friends lost, children killed, trust betrayed.

He momentarily closes his eye, needing a second of stillness and quietness.

Then he opens it, determined to not stop, not yet.

"Ok. One step at a time. The kids?" he asks.

"All four of them are ok, not one wound. They have been helping around" Seb says, and his heart breaks once again. One more thing to add to the to-do list: make sure the kids are somewhat mentally supported.

"Losses report?" he needs to be focused for this part, cynical. He needs to know who was lost, who is alive and who is hurt.

"Charles, you don't have to..." Seb starts, but the son of Aphrodite doesn't let him finish.

"Somebody has to. We need to know. And I'm just lying down, with no way to really help" he is about to continue, when this time is Seb that stops him.

"No help? Charles, you sacrificed your eye. You saved Pierre. You were ready to die. Now it's your time to rest, and let others handle this"

But Charles has always been stubborn.

"No. My job is not done" then continues, after a deep breath "I know I need to rest, but I can't. The thought of me sleeping while you work is unbearable. So please, let me help"

And Sebastian never learned how to deny him anything. He is not starting now. He just sighs, and starts talking.

"Before the split, we were 279. Then 114 left, leaving us in 165. Right now, in these tents, we are 89, mostly injured but only a few heavily"

That's bad, but he can't change anything. So he starts making a plan.

"Ok. It's like this. We need to search for anyone who is still out there but can't move. And also for those who are too scared to return. We send a group out, at least four elements, so they can split up into groups of two. I don't want anyone alone. Then we..."

"Stop right there. Repeat to me who we are looking for?" he knows damn well, but he wants Charles to say it out loud again, and realize how stupid it is.

"People who can't move and people who are too scared to return" he says, defiant and stubborn.

"No. We are not going to help traitors" he spits out, the only thought already making his blood boil.

"Seb, they are our siblings. We are not going to leave them"

"They betrayed us. They sided with the monsters that killed Dani. That almost killed you. That torn Kimi apart" he can't hold back the tears anymore. All Sebastian can see behind his eyelids is his best friend missing the lower part of his body, left on the streets to die alone and scared.

Charles doesn't say anything, giving them both a moment to grieve. He didn't know the other as well as Sebastian did, but the son of Khione was the first to know about them, even before they got together, and often teamed up with him against Seb, speaking French just to make Charles laugh.

"Seb, believe me, I understand how you feel, and I'm not saying we should just forgive and forget. But we are still family. We are not like the gods, petty and vindictive and resentful. That's how Mattia took power and divided us. We help them, we heal ourselves and then we start rebuilding. It's all we can do" he says, and knows he won, once again, but the deep hurt will remain.

"I don't think I'll ever forgive them"

"And I'm not asking you to. I'm just saying, we all need to do better. To make sure something like this won't happen again. So, are you going to be by my side, philtatos?" he asks, but only because he loves hearing Seb's response.

"Always and forever and beyond"

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