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drvscarlett · 2 months

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About You Pt5

Sebastian Vettel x Webber!Reader

Summary: Everyone knows about the history of Sebastian Vettel and Mark Webber. But there's a well kept story within the paddock about Sebastian Vettel and another Webber. This is that story.

About You Series 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

A/N: and its a double update!!! im showcasing a lot of side characters that will eventually be a huuuuge part of the plot (winks). also the brewing tension. let me know what you folks think about this

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2010, Istanbul Park

The necklace sits heavy on Y/N's neck. She had been fiddling with it the whole morning. There was something about the internal and unspoken pressure happening in the Red Bull garage ever since both of their drivers tied their points for the championship. She have heard more conversations here and there about who would Red Bull side with, their older driver or the rookie.

It was very stressful for Y/N to spend time with the two drivers involved with the discussions.

"Nervous?" Sebastian noticed.

"Can't help it" she gave a weak smile.

"For me or for Mark?"

Y/N had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. As if she hasn't had enough of this whole which driver would you pick to side on. She just gestured that her lips are sealed meaning that she won't take anyone's side.

"Stop trying to get my sister on your side" Mark apparently overheard the conversation "Blood runs thicker than water, am i right sis?"

"I'm not gonna comment on that"

"See what you are doing to my sister, you are ruining this family Seb" Mark overdramatically reacts

"Your sister is my bestfriend, get over it" Sebastian rebutted.

Bestfriend.

And just like that, there was a pang in Y/N's heart. Maybe another factor of the heavy feeling is that she has been doing her best to bury her feelings for Sebastian. But after the whole Monaco pre-birthday thing, every effort that she has to bury her feelings is thrown out of the window. She was hopelessly inlove with the man and Sebastian was very blind about it.

"Just have a good race, okay?"she reminded the two.

"I think we will score some good points today" Sebastian confidently stated.

"That's the fighting spirit" Mark cheered on.

It was moments like this that Y/N was reminded that the two Red Bull drivers are not fighting each other as the team pictured them to be. They may showcase competitiveness during the races but that's just normal. Outside the track, the two share a very friendly atmosphere with each other.

Soon, the two set off to go their respective cars. Y/N watched the race outside of the driver's room for a change. Ever since, she started to hear the gossiping of the Red Bull crew about Seb and Mark, she opted to be more around them. She wanted to know what they are saying to warn the drivers or make a possible plan on how to resolve if ever the situation escalates.

The race started out well with Mark leading comfortably. Sebastian was behind and Lewis was next. It was going really well for Mark and if Y/N have to say it then he might win another race. Sebastian, on the other hand, has been challenged by the two McLarens of Hamilton and Button.

Then it happened all so quickly.

Y/N let out a gasp as the two Red Bull drivers crashed with each other. One was sent down to the gravel while the other managed to push back to the track. Y/N was too focused that she didn't notice that the cameras were pointed at her.

'Y/N Webber

Mark Webber's sister and assistant, Sebastian Vettel's bestfriend.'

The whole garage was in shambles as the radio messages from Sebastian sounds really angry. The amount of swear words in the radio was a stark difference from the jolly Sebastian that she was speaking to a couple of minutes ago. Y/N looked worriedly as Sebastian goes to the stewards.

"It was Vettel's fault"

"No, Mark Webber wasn't looking and giving him space"

"That's stupid, it was clearly Sebastian Vettel's fault"

Watching the replays, Y/N hates to admit it but this one is on Sebastian. She could hear the discussion even becoming more rampant as Sebastian reaches the garage.

A permanent scowl graces his face as he talks to Helmut and Christian about the incident that occurred. Y/N followed to check up on him and she can't help but overhear the conversation.

"That was not right, this shouldn't have happened" Christian lectures "It will cost us a lot of points with the two McLaren looking for two podium finish today"

"Don't look and point fingers at me, I'm not the only one who crashed" Sebastian clearly not thinking his words through.

"Sebastian this should never happen again, understood?" Christian firmly ordered

"But it isn't right to blame Sebastian, the boy is right there were two of them there" Helmut comes to the defense of Sebastian "It was clear that Mark did not make way for him resulting to the crash"

Y/N felt herself getting red. It was clear as a day that the crash was not caused by Mark. It was getting clearer for her that someone has been playing favorites.

"See, you better have word with Mark" Sebastian said.

"Unbelievable" Y/N muttered.

She was taught that if she couldn't say anything good then she probably shouldn't say anything at all so she walks away. She decided not to show herself even after Mark got a podium finish.

Her sudden disappearance did not go unnoticed but Sebastian just let her be.

2010, Silverstone Circuit

Things at Red Bull garage has gone from bad to worse. It was difficult now to hang out with Mark or Sebastian as the two drivers have intended everything to be a competition. Y/N didn't want to see any part of this which is why she is currently doing babysitting duties at Mercedes.

It was a weird set-up seeing how one of Red Bull's employee is staying at the pristine white facility of Mercedes—she sticks out like a sore thumb. But Mick Schumacher only wants Y/N to be with him as he watches his father race. It has always been that case ever since Y/N met Mick when he was around 4 years old.

"Y/N, are you not scared for your brother and Seb?" Mick asked as the two of you watched the cars go out for the formation lap.

"I used to be scared" she still is "But its something that they love"

"Mama says Papa gives her a lot of stress when he races. I hope there is no aksident"Mick's tone was with a slight worry.

"Your Papa will be okay, he is a legend"Y/N assures.

The cars are now slowly lining up to the starting grid. Sebastian was on pole while Mark was the 2nd one so they were sharing a Red Bull front row. It only made Y/N worry even more because race starts are quite chaotic here in Silverstone.

"Mark and Seb must be really lucky to be at the front"Mick commented

"I sure hope so"

The lights started flashing and the infamous lights out and away we go went off. It was indeed chaotic at the start with Sebastian and Mark neck to neck with each other. They were both trying to take the lead even if it means pushing the other off track.

"OH FUCK" Y/N immediately covered the ears of Mick as the collision was broadcasted.

Mark managed to go through but Sebastian had puncture. The German was obviously mad for losing crucial places.

"What happened Y/N to Mark and Seb, I thought they are teammates" was the confused question of Mick.

She sighs. Her thoughts are echoing what Mick just said. What happened to them.

"Mick,they are still teammates its just that they also have to compete with each other. Its a sports and sometimes we lose,sometimes we win"Y/N tried to explain it to 10-year-old Mick.

She could already imagine the chaos in the Red Bull garage. She hears the commentaries that maybe this was Webber's revenge for Istanbul. The headache that will emerge for her after this whole race will be very difficult to ignore.

"Y/N if I become an f1 driver,would you come see me?"Mick asked

Its like heaven sent an angel in the form of Mick for Y/N. When she hears him talk it feels as if the world is slightly a little simpler and better. How she wish she lives in that same bubble as Mick.

"I won't crash, I promise"Mick added

Young Mick is still very young but he really dreams to be a Formula 1 driver like his father. Y/N could feel grey hairs developing if she sees Mick in an F1 car.

"Of course Mick"

"Good"Mick grinned "Oh look Y/N your brother is leading! Go Mark Webbahhhhhh"

The cheers of the little Schumacher made Y/N grin. She will deal with all the Red Bull stress later.

2010, Hockenheimring

Usually, Y/N likes getting her coffee at the catering but she doesn't feel like interacting with any Red Bull team for this morning. This is why the Webber girl is seen queuing up in a local Starbucks.

She was just about to sit down and wait for her coffee when a random man bumped her. It sent all her paper flying and Y/N could only grumble since the man didn't even look at her to help.

"Some people these days lack manners"she huffed in frustration.

It was a good thing that someone was helping her picking up the paper. She looked at the bracelets adorning her wrist and the long blonde hair tied up into a bun, thank God for a woman.

"Thank you so much for helping me" Y/N started "You really didn't have to"

"Nonsense, it will be rude to just stare at you picking up your papers"the woman has a thick German accent, similar to Sebastian.

She is probably local, Y/N thinks.

"Still thank you" Y/N politely insisted "Do you want to sit with me, the whole cafe is full"

"Of course"

Y/N wasn't usually chatty but the woman is very comfortable to talk to. She mentioned that she was a local but she lives a bit far from here and that she was only here for the weekend. Y/N shared how she is also here for the weekend.

"Wait are you going to watch Formula 1?" she quizzed

Y/N was about to answer when she heard the call of the barista. he quickly picked up her coffee and went back to her new friend.

"No way, you are Y/N?THE Y/N Webber?" the girl repeated.

Y/N chuckled. It wasn't usual that she has been recognized by formula 1 fans. She felt red as she admits that she is a bit flattered that she knows her name.

"I didn't know I am famous around here"Y/N joked

"Sebastian always talks about you, I was really looking forward to see you later at the garage"

Oh? Y/N thinks there is only one Sebastian that she knows.

"My name is Hanna, Hanna Prater" she introduced "I'm Sebastian's childhood bestfriend"

2010, Circuit de Spa-Francorchamps

Sebastian was bitter. He felt as if he lost a golden opportunity by not being able to score any points today. He is so bitter that he choose not to celebrate with the team tonight and he intended to stay holed up in his hotel room.

However, after a while,he grew tired of the hotel room walls so he ended up walking at the rooftop of the hotel.

Only,he wasn't the only one there.

"Hey stranger" he called out "I haven't seen you in Red Bull garage for a while"

Y/N turned around and she smiled when she met his eyes.

He doesn't understand how she does it but everything seems to melt in the background when she does this. It felt like he was back in his rookie days when they met up at the rooftops and talk for hours. It was much more simpler back then.

"I have been busy.. socializing" Y/N replied.

They both know that was a lie. Y/N was obviously using socializing as a front when in truth is she doesn't like to mingle with the toxicness of the Red Bull garage. But, Sebastian lets it slide.

"Is it bad that I missed you and I want you to stay at the garage?"Sebastian popped the question out of the blue.

"I'll be there as Mark's sister and his assistant, I don't think it will work well with the situation" Y/N informed.

There it goes again. This was that line that Sebastian has been hindering him to confess or ask her out.

It felt so stupid that he can flirt with anyone with ease but when it comes to Y/N, its so hard.He shouldn't have been scared of Mark, he is never scared of Mark (and it shows multiple times on track). But the thing that Sebastian knows is that Y/N has high regards for her brother and Sebastian didn't want to put a strain in their family.

"How are you feeling with the race today?"Y/N asked, diverting the topic.

"I could have been better." Sebastian sighs "Maybe I should train over and over again"

"Don't push yourself, you are still in the pool for the championship" Y/N assures

The championship. It's everything that Sebastian has ever thought of lately. Its within his reach and he really wants to extend a lead with it but somehow its not working. He really thinks that there is a high possibility that he can get his first championship this year.

"The championship must feel really nice" Y/N comments as she observes the smile on Sebastian's face

"I mean that's why were all racing dangerously" Sebastian chuckles.

No sane man would want to race in harsh conditions or beyond normal speed limit without any incentives.

"Just don't lose yourself"Y/N said "I worry about you Seb"

He acknowledges that. He is not dumb that the Red Bull crew has been pitting him and Webber against each other. In the end, it places a pressure on both of them to perform well because all that Red Bull cares about is who will bring the victory. The more likely victor will be the more favored one.

"We'll be alright" Sebastian comforts.

Even if this is all a lie, the two finds that comfort and repeat it to themselves. Maybe if they repeat it a lot then maybe it will end up coming true.

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #sebastian vettel x reader #sebastian vettel imagines #f1 fic #f1 angst #f1 x you #sebastian vettel x you

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twitter-bores-me-to-death · 12 days

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Blue Revenge arc, a turning point in Ciel and Lau's relationship? A theory.

This is a follow-up to my analysis of chapter 212

Tl;dr Aboard the train, Ciel and Sebastian are being watched. Although well aware of the situation they're in, both engage in a leisurely discussion about their top secret plan for all to listen, while sipping tea.

I have been thinking... If Scotland Yard is listening in to Ciel and Sebastian's little chat, doesn't them mentioning Lau being directly involved in their operation plus potentially trying to smuggle some advanced technology to China, essentially amount to throwing him under the bus?

I believe an arrest warrant was issued for the sevants already (Finny was making the front page of The Times alongside Ciel and Seb), so mentioning them offhandedly is kind of inconsequential at this point.

Lau, however, he's been hiding our crew for a few weeks yet the police didn't knock on his door, meaning he wasn't that high on their list of suspects.

Looking at the way Ciel speaks about his relationship with Lau, it is a purely buisiness-based, mutually beneficial one. He doesn't believe he was done any favours for free and Lau himself did say he was expecting the debt to be payed with interest.

O!Ciel is currently embroiled in a mass murder, blood harvesting scandal. If the police catch wind of Lau, one of his accomplices, effectively acquiring advanced medial tech shipped for China, wouldn't that add more allegations against o!Ciel? He could be charged with treason, to top it off. Lau is obviously not paying any mind to his actions' repercussions on o!Ciel's already muddied reputation. He could even be planning to flee England altogether if everything goes smoothly.

and Ciel, of course, is aware of that.

Which is why, if you look closely at Ciel and Sebastian's discussion, the most they do in regards to the other servants is drop their names and some personal trivia. Nothing about their missions or whereabouts.

In contrast to that:

-Ciel spared no effort exposing Lau's ties to the mafia, his location, his goals AND his motivations. Not only that but Sebastian backed him up, saying that there was no doubt about his operation's success... They are basically urging, nay, *begging* the police to go to Athena Sanatorium to thwart Lau's schemes, be it by getting him arrested or simply having the Yard sieze the medical equipment (and the miracle healer?) before he gets his hands on it.

Ciel and Lau are playing 4D chess and unfortunately for Lau, Ciel is three steps ahead of him. He refuses to compromise and is ready to cut Lau off the second he's served his purpose, aka dismantling the blood collecting facility.

Now, the question is: What will become of Bard in all of this? I don't know. I doubt Ciel informed him of his plans but I am sure he'll come back to retrieve him if he ever gets caught. Maybe Bard is sharp enough to sniff out Ciel's plot and retreat in time.

In conclusion: Could we possibly be witnessing Lau's villain origin story? If he connects the dots and manages to slip through the fingers of justice, he'll certainly try to get back at our earl. Which will unavoidably lead to an epic confrontation not unsimilar to that of season 1 of the anime!

(Yes, I believe that for better or worse, the manga will follow the main plot points of the anime...)

#kuroshitsuji #black butler #ciel phantomhive #sebastian michaelis #Lau #I noticed Ciel bringing up the Sanatorium out of nowhere and my brain started ticking lmao #I should be studying

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sebastiansluts · 5 months

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Anon Ask - Sebastian Stan

Anon Ask: naked scooter ride- reader is nervous bc she's been sheltered her whole life and it's her first big movie. seb goes to see her in dressing room, notices she's on edge. never had a man see her before so she's self conscious; not a creepy way Seb offers if she wants just him to see her first before they start filming instead of a whole film crew; fluffy and smutty- vaginal cockwarming

I hope you like this love!! It got kinda long haha ❤️

Sebastian Stan x Reader; everyone is above age; first time, virgin!reader, vaginal cockwarming, handjob, aftercare

ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON'T LIKE, DON'T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

You were sitting in your dressing trailer, wearing only a thin, silky robe, something you had been given to wear until it was time to shoot. You still couldn’t believe you were really here- not only were you in Greece, far away from home, you were on the set of your first real movie, and you still couldn’t believe you had agreed to this. You were about to be naked, fully nude, in front of god knows how many people, and you could barely stand to look at yourself in the mirror.

‘Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad,’ you reasoned with yourself, glancing down at the robe covering your breasts. ‘Maybe no one will notice how your one breast is larger than the other, and one nipple doesn’t quite point straight, and how there’s that lumpy skin of a stomach, and-’

A knock on your door startled you out of your self-conscious thoughts, and you quickly stood, making sure the robe covered you completely, and opened the door. Your costar, Sebastian stood opposite you, also wearing a robe, nearly identical to yours, which relaxed you a little. Then you met his eyes and all that tension was back as you were stunned by that brilliant blue.

“Hey, they’re nearly ready for us, you wanna head on over?” Sebastian asked, and you bit your lip, hesitating.

“Um, yeah…just let me check my hair?” you said, reaching up to tug on it nervously, your other arm crossed in front of your chest. You quickly turned around, walking back to the bathroom in your trailer, and breathing quickly. You sat down on the closed toilet, hearing Sebastian take a breath in like he was going to say something, then nothing. You didn’t think he had left, but you couldn’t ask him to go either.

“Everything alright?” Sebastian finally did ask, and you sighed, putting your face in your hands, elbows on your knees.

“No,” you groaned, and there was the sound of footsteps then you were looking through your fingers at Sebastian in the mirror.

“Can I come in?” Sebastian asked gently, and you nodded, huffing another sigh when he knelt down in front of you, staring at you with concern in his eyes. “Are you okay?”

You nodded, then shook your head, then nodded again, laughing pathetically. “I’m fine, I just- no one’s ever seen me naked before, let alone thousands. I don’t know what I was doing thinking I could do this! No one’s going to think I’m beautiful, everyone’s going to know how ugly I am, and-”

“Whoa! Hold on, you agreed to do a movie with a nude scooter ride through Greece and no one’s seen you naked before? That’s a lot of strength and courage right there,” Sebastian said, and you paused, feeling warm at his admiration.

“I- I just, I didn’t quite realize how much we were going to be nude,” you said quietly, and Sebastian shook his head.

“Damn first agents never tell you the whole story,” he muttered, looking at you with soft eyes, and you felt a flutter stirring in your belly, that you tried to quell. “I’m sorry hon, they really should’ve told you everything. Are you sure you still want to do this movie? It’s not too late to find someone else-”

“No!” you cried, putting your hands on Sebastian’s shoulders, as if you could keep yourself there with him. His eyes widened, and so did yours, and you quickly pulled your hands back into your lap, realizing how close you were to him. You sat back, your cheeks dark red in embarrassment. “I mean, I want to do this.”

Sebastian grinned, nodding and standing up. “Then let’s go do this,” he said, holding his hand out to you. You took it, nodding as you stood up.

“Yeah, I can do this, it’s not that big a deal, just jump in the deep end…and drown!” You let go of Sebastian’s hand, having walked out into the main area of your trailer and gotten too close to the door. “I can’t do it, I can’t have hundreds of people see me naked for the first time, all at once, I just can’t do it!”

“Hey, hey, angel, you’re doing great okay? We made it out of the bathroom, that’s progress. And, at the risk of sounding like a total creep- would it help if I saw you naked first? Just one person as opposed to the hundreds in downtown Athens?”

“I- um, maybe? I think, I think yeah, maybe that would help. Like you said, just one person first. Um…do you think you could maybe like, close your eyes?” Sebastian nodded, closing his eyes immediately. You breathed out a sigh of relief, before taking a deep breath, trying to steel your nerves. You slowly undid the tie at your waist, letting the robe fall open, exposing yourself.

Your heart was beating wildly and you desperately wanted to cover up, but you grit your teeth and dropped your robe to the ground, whispering, “Okay.”

Sebastian’s eyes didn’t open immediately, but slowly, starting at your eyes, smiling gently, before his gaze traveled down. Down to your collarbones, and then he was staring at your chest, and your cheeks were hot because you could feel your nipples hardening in the chill. His eyes kept moving, down to your tummy, that you tried not to suck in, desperate to look appealing but also be honest, down to your mound, over your thighs, before coming back up.

“Angel…” Sebastian whispered, something like awe in his tone, as his eyes trailed down your body again. You flushed, shivering as you saw that his gaze was full of- something, you weren’t sure what, but it wasn’t disgust.

“Sweetheart, the world’ll have no trouble falling in love with you,” Sebastian muttered, hand raising like he wanted to reach out and touch you, before falling back to his side. You realized you were longing for that touch, aching when you didn’t get it. “Anyways, I don’t think you’ll have any problems, but if anyone so much as looks at you wrong, I want you to tell me. I’ll keep you safe, won’t let anything happen. If you’re uncomfortable with something, say so, and we’ll see if we can’t change that.”

You smiled at Sebastian, feeling better about your decision to do this by the minute. So much so that you had forgotten you were still naked, until Sebastian glanced down and cleared his throat.

“You uh, might wanna put that back on before we go out there.” You weren’t sure why he seemed so awkward, until you bent down without warning to grab your robe, and saw that Sebastian’s was tenting partially. You swallowed hard as you stood up, your cheeks hot again as you couldn’t look him in the eye.

“Sorry angel, I just- you’re so fucking beautiful, just standing here in front of me…No, I’m sorry, it’s not professional-” Sebastian said, but cut off as you continued to stand in front of him, holding your robe. “You gonna put that back on?”

“Do you want me to?” you asked quietly, biting your lip as you tried to read the situation. You hoped you weren’t wrong, because Sebastian was everything you’d been waiting for.

“Aw sweetheart, that’s not- I shouldn’t- we shouldn’t- Oh hell,” Sebastian swore, stepping forwards and cupping your face in his hands. You dropped your robe, startled, and he leaned in slowly, giving you time to pull away, before he kissed you.

You moaned into the kiss, embarrassment hitting you but before you could pull away, Sebastian was groaning in response, his hands sliding down your neck, over your shoulders and down your arms to grab onto your waist.

You gasped and Sebastian moved his lips to your neck, sucking lightly before moving on. “Wanna sit down?” he murmured against your skin and you nodded desperately, stumbling along with him as he guided you to the couch. He pulled you down with him, straddling his lap, his dick pressing into your stomach through his robe.

“I want-” You glanced down, hands pulling at his robe, uncovering his dick, and biting your lip again at the size of it.

“Don’t have to do anything angel,” Sebastian reminded you, and you nodded, but you couldn’t look away. It was big, thick and heavy in your hands, warmer than you expected.

“I want you in me,” you whispered, and Sebastian breathed heavily, nodding slowly.

“Okay baby, we can do that. Here, you just- you just sit and slide down, there you go, now slide…” His dick was positioned at your entrance and you paused before sinking down onto him. You pressed your face into his shoulder as you were stretched, the feeling more foreign than you expected.

“Atta girl, that’s it, just like that,” Sebastian encouraged you, his hands on your hips, helping ease you down onto his dick. Your breaths came faster as you were impaled, until it felt like something gave way and you were suddenly full, almost uncomfortably so, and Sebastian was swearing.

“Fuck, angel, that’s so good, you’re such a good girl, fucking took all of me,” he groaned, his hands flexing on your hips. You whimpered, aching and full, until Sebastian brought his lips back to yours, kissing you deeply and making you shift forwards, his dick suddenly pressing a spot inside you that had you keening.

“S-Seb! Oh!” You cried, hips shaking slightly, before settling, your body relaxing on top of Sebastian’s, your head on his chest, feeling comfortable and strangely safe. “There we go sweetheart, you just sit here for a bit, take some deep breaths. Don’t worry about anything, I’m here. I’ll take care of you, angel,” Sebastian murmured into the top of your head, pressing kisses there as he spoke.

You could feel him inside you, weighted and huge, but the more you breathed, the more you relaxed, and the more you could feel little twitches and throbs from his dick. Sebastian’s hands were soft against your waist, stroking your hips and back as you laid against him. You were aching again, but in a different way now, your hips trying to shift minutely but Sebastian still noticed.

“Need something, angel?” he asked, and you nodded, forehead pressed to his bare chest, kissing it before tucking your chin over his shoulder. “I gotcha sweetheart, you just hang on there okay?”

Sebastian began lifting your hips slightly, then he dropped you back down just as slow. You buried your face in his neck, trying to muffle the moan that came out of you.

“Yeah, that’s a girl, we’ll be nice and gentle, hm? Keep it slow and steady, mhm,” Sebastian murmured in your ear, as he kept raising and lowering you on his dick, your walls clamping down every time.

“I- S-Sebastian, I think- I think I’m gonna-” you cut off with a cry, spasming around his cock as you came, sitting on Sebastian’s lap again, his fingers between you, rubbing at your clit until you were whimpering. He stopped, lifting his fingers to his mouth and tasting you on them, his eyes getting darker.

You slumped against his chest again as Sebastian gripped your hips a bit tighter, lifting you up and off of his dick, but keeping you close. He brought his hand to his dick, between the two of you, and began jacking it, his knuckles bumping against your tummy but he didn’t seem to care. You mouthed at his neck and his one hand tightened on your hips, cum splashing up between you, coating your breasts and his pecs, dripping down your torsos.

Sebastian was breathing heavily through his nose, kissing your temple, and holding you close. After a few moments, he gently started to shift you off his lap and onto the couch cushion, your mind a little hazy and confused.

“Where…?” you tried to ask, but couldn’t finish the question.

“Just cleaning up angel, I’ll be right back,” Sebastian muttered quietly, before walking off. You floated for a bit, as he wiped between your legs gently, and cleaned off your breasts and stomach. Then he was back, murmuring in your ear, “Hey angel, think you can sit up for me? Drink a little water?”

You nodded, sighing happily as you opened your eyes, Sebastian helping you sit up, before sitting next to you, handing you a bottle of water. You sipped at it, realizing you didn’t care about your state of undress anymore, you felt safe with him.

“I’m ready to do the scene,” you said, and Sebastian looked into your eyes deeply, as if making sure he believed you. He nodded slowly, then leaned in, kissing you languidly before pulling back.

“Alright angel, let’s go film us a movie!”

As you walked out to the set, you felt more comfortable than ever, in large part due to the fact that Sebastian was holding your hand. You felt warm all over, and when he let go, to take his robe off, he looked at you with encouragement. You took yours off too, and climbed onto the scooter behind him.

Sebastian held your thigh as you listened to the director tell you exactly what he wanted. Sebastian's thumb stroked your skin when your breath hitched, and you nodded, reassuring yourself and him that you were okay.

The trailer that the two of you were hooked up to started, and Sebastian moved his hand to the handlebars. You wrapped your arms around his waist and leaned in.

"Thank you," you whispered as everyone was getting ready.

"For what?" Sebastian whispered back.

"Helping me believe I can do this."

Sebastian turned his head and quickly kissed your cheek, before turning back to the camera crew. You buried your face in his neck, flushing bright red, but loving it.

"And in 3...2...1...Action!"

#rose answers #anon ask #smut #no y/n #sebastian stan #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x y/n #sebastian stan x you

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yeehawbvby · 4 months

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Falling Away With You | Ch. 48

Sebastian x F!Reader and M. Rasmodius x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: Y/n goes a little apeshit at JojaMart lmao

Author’s Note: *Crawls out of a pit covered in dirt and blood. Slaps this chapter down in front of you, on a SUNDAY no less!*

My health situation hasn’t improved whatsoever, but I will prevail, damnit!!

I wrote most of this and posted to ao3 early this morning, and haven't had a chance to proofread really. I'll do my best to get that done soon ^.^ Sorry if there are any weird wordings. Also sorry for the complete lack of Seb and Magnus in this one, I hope the shenanigans make up for it <3

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I hate that stupid, cryptic, blue note I got.

Ever since it came, I think about it every time I check the mailbox, without fail. I don’t want to, I kinda just want to forget it exists, but I just… I dunno. I have a bad feeling about it. A gut feeling. Like, something’s totally up with it. It’s just been sitting in my closet for safekeeping until I decide what to do, though.

For some reason, I’ve been too nervous to bring it back up to Magnus. He’s forgotten it exists, from what I can tell. I think I’ll do my best to keep it that way for now. It feels more like my burden to bear than his, and besides, he’s already got the whole region to take care of.

After today’s confirmation that I don’t have bills or anything important like that, I head inside to get ready to leave the farm. Reeeally hoping my routine will shake out my heebiejeebies.

I got the OK from Magnus to use his fancy shrine for Spirit’s Eve. Got an idea of what I think I want to make myself look like, too. Maybe a tiefling or something. If tieflings don’t really exist, I’m sure some sort of succubi, or imps, or some sort of creature that looks like one’s gotta, no? I suppose I could always fall back on just pretending I’m an elf… man, a tail and horns would be so fun though.

Either way, tomorrow is the big day and I am so ready for it.

I mean, like, almost ready. Whatever.

Today I’m going to Magnus’ place to get some practice in. Just a precautionary measure to try not to, like, blow myself up or something.

I’m gonna keep my outfit cozy and easy to move around in, but I have half a mind to make sure I wouldn’t mind losing these clothes in particular if something goes wrong with the transformation. Just some leggings, some crew-cut socks, an old hoodie, and my favorite boots, since I won’t have my shoes on in the shrine anyway. All of it is in black. Sebastian cosplay.

I’ll pop my red studs in too, gotta commit to the bit. I haven’t had time to talk to The Emo and see if he actually did get his shit pierced last night, but assuming he did, and assuming he was able to use these for it, I wanna go all out, baby.

Now, before I head to the tower, I’ve got some errands to run around town. I woke up a bit late so there’s gonna be more people out than I’m looking forward to, but hopefully I have no creepy Alex encounters or awkward conversations with Shane again.

I promised Sam I’d visit him at work sometime soon, so I might as well head there first. He hates it there, and it’s been a while since we’ve caught up, so I’ll hopefully be a welcome distraction. I’ll bring him a coffee too to keep his spirits high.

After it’s done brewing, I grab two foam cups and pour the coffee in. Knowing Sam, he probably needs this stuff sweet, and I’m in the mood for sweet too, so I pour in a bunch of vanilla-flavored creamer. To make the beverages ~gourmet,~ I add a little whipped cream to each, as well as a light drizzle of chocolate syrup. After securing the plastic lids and giving Cannoli some well-deserved love, I head out.

While I pass by the bus stop, I make eye contact with Pam. I’ve never spoken to her, but… I dunno. I can’t tell if I like her or not. She gives me a nasty stink eye and I can only further assume she’s as mean as she outwardly appears. Unless she was just cursed with an intense resting bitch face...

I smile Pam’s way anyway. She doesn’t smile back, but that’s okay. It doesn’t benefit anyone to be so judgemental of her.

I pass a few local moms once I make it to the town square. None really mind me, which could mean they either didn’t notice, or they don’t care. Either is fine by me. I don’t hear what they’re saying, but Caroline talks very animatedly just before the rest of the group bursts into laughter.

I turn my attention back ahead as I pass by Pierre’s and nearly bump into Marnie as she’s leaving the shop.

We both squeak out a little “Oh!” before apologizing in unison.

“I wasn’t really paying attention,” I double down.

“Oh, that’s fine. I rarely ever am!” She then motions to the two cups in my hands and adds, laughing, “At least the coffee’s safe!”

I awkwardly nod in agreement. Then, a brief flash of myself actually spilling coffee somewhere down the road raids my mind, my necklace tingling against my skin and my fingers practically buzzing.

Great.

“Everything alright, sweetie?”

That probably looked weird. “Yeah, sorry,” I try to recover, “just sleepy today!”

I take a sip of coffee to emphasize my point. Plus, I might as well drink what I can before these puppies go down. Hopefully I’ll be able to save at least one of them when the time comes.

“Aw, I’m sorry to hear that!” She puts a gentle hand on my shoulder. “I need to get back to the shop, but take it easy and don’t overwork yourself, you hear?”

I nod, thanking her and waving her off with a shy grin before I continue moving. Once I get closer to the spot I’m supposed to be spilling these drinks — just before that little bridge over the river by JojaMart — I begin to walk more cautiously. If I can just keep these steady and focus on the ground…

A sneeze creeps up on me. Oh god. Oh god oh fuck oh no.

Just as I’m beginning to carefully place one of the cups on the side of the bridge for safe keeping, the sneeze forces its way out of me. Luckily, one beverage — the one I hadn’t drank from yet — stays safely in my hand. Unluckily, the one I was working on trying to keep safe fell to the stones at my feet, opening up and dispersing its contents fucking everywhere.

God damnit.

“Nice one.”

God fucking damnit.

I look up to the voice. It turns out Shane’s outside having a smoke. He’s at the opposite end of the bridge watching my clumsiness unfold with an aloof look about him. He’s bent over to lean on the stone wall, his right elbow propped up and his corresponding cheek in his palm. His left forearm is flat against the structure while his left hand lazily dangles his cigarette between two fingers.

Is that pink nail polish on one of them? I wonder if that’s Jas’ doing.

I merely groan back my response, picking up the now-empty cup to discard in the trash bin near the store. As I proceed on my walk of shame past Shane, I point out, “At least my clothes stayed safe.”

Shane follows and asks, “How many ants do you think you murdered with that accident?”

I grin a little at his dry humor. “Oh it was a massacre,” I bounce back. “The war in Gotoro pales in comparison.”

“Ha!” Oh my god, I made Shane — the grumpiest fuck I’ve ever met — laugh?! “Right on. Seems like pointless violence anyway.”

I turn to see if I can catch him smiling for the first time, like, ever. It’s not there anymore, but there’s a residual brightness in his features.

Shane snuffs out his cig on the ashtray built into the garbage’s lid, abandoning it there before shoving his hands in the pockets of his bright blue shorts.

“Those sons’a bitches,” he nods in the direction of my carnage, “they had it coming.”

My nose scrunches as I laugh a little, giving him a funny look. “Damn, what’d they do to you?”

There’s a playful glint in his eye, as he deadpans me. “Exist.”

I shrug and nod — I get it, they can be pretty annoying! — and follow the man as he makes his way through the white-rimmed, glass-centered automatic doors. I try not to cringe outwardly at how many self-righteous pro-Joja fliers are on them.

Shane stops a few steps into the store. Turns around. I stop too and look up, tilting my head. What’re you looking at, punk? I think to myself. Dunno if I’d be pushing my limits by trying to say it out loud. Better not.

Shane gives me a weird look too, but I can barely see it. My senses are taking their damn time getting used to the obnoxiously fluorescent lighting.

“Don’t you shop at Pierre’s?” Shane wonders out loud.

I blink a few times as I adjust to the environment and then nod. “Visiting Sam,” I explain.

“Ah.” He nods too, in understanding, and then looking the other way he continues, “Enjoy.”

Shane makes his way towards a door to the right of the manager’s office. Says “Employee’s only,” so I’m assuming it’s a break room or something. I don’t miss the incorrect apostrophe, but choose not to linger on it either.

“You too.” He looks back over his shoulder, so I pair my well wishes with a lazy salute.

“Buh.”

…Buh?

I smile. I think he’s warming up to me!

Feeling a tad lost now that I’m alone, I look around before making any advances. Should’ve asked Shane if he knew where Sam would be around now. I dunno how the shifts work around here.

The cashiers to my left — a visibly exhausted red headed woman, probably in her late 30s or early 40s; and a scrawny, scruffy looking teenager, with thick-framed glasses sitting atop his freckled nose — both look miserable.

The boy is boredly leaning against the counter, zoned out on the ground in front of it. The woman looks totally spaced out on nothing in particular. It almost seems like she’s fighting off sleep, too. Poor lady.

The woman and I lock onto each other. She looks away from my face before I can even register it, but I notice her eyes flicker longingly to the coffee cup in my hand a few times after the fact. I peer between her and the beverage twice before I all but scurry away into the aisles. I’m too awkward for this. My only option is to retreat. Never said I wasn’t a coward.

While I venture past the boatloads of boxed, bagged and canned foods in search of the resident dog boy, I observe some of the products. Some don’t look safe for consumption, while others seem like they’d be fun to try as a one-off sort of deal. It overlaps a few times as well. I mean, why wouldn’t I want to try this cereal which very explicitly states on the box that it’s more sugar than grains? It makes me stifle a giggle. I like the brutal honesty.

I stop and stare at it for a sec. Gnawing my lip. Wondering if I should just…

No. I shan’t.

I break away from temptation and trek on. As I reach the end of the aisle, I pan across the back of the store. More shelf-stable products, a small produce section… ah!

Sam looks like he’s supposed to be mopping the floor near the freezers. To be fair, he is holding a mop, and it is touching the floor! But instead of cleaning, he uses the tool as a microphone; singing against the end of the brown wooden handle, both hands passionately gripping it as he bends his torso to quietly belt one part in particular. Sam’s eyes are shut, his bulky black headphones are secured over his ears, and he has not a single worry in the world.

Holding his coffee in both hands now, I stop walking and lean against a nearby shelf. Observing. Waiting. Eventually he’ll have to see me.

He does a little spin move and carelessly bumps into the bucket of soapy water he’s working with, causing it to slosh around a little. Some of it lands on the floor, and some on the pants of Sam’s jumpsuit. Doesn’t faze him in the slightest.

He does another spin the opposite way and nearly knocks over the conveniently placed display of sprinkles that are situated right in front of the ice cream freezer.

I feel like I should probably stop him before something bad happens, but he looks so damn content and so stinkin’ cute that I can’t be assed.

Just as I’m thinking this, he opens his eyes, completely avoiding my direction while he immediately peers over his shoulder. Sam scans around, getting a full view of the proximate areas. It seems like he’s just making sure he’s not about to get caught by his boss or something, if I had to guess.

Eventually he lands on me. We both smile wide, and I triumphantly hold up his (unspilled!!) coffee in one hand, presenting it with a small flourish of the other and a bow of my head.

“For you, my good sir.” I make sure to sound extra fancy, dropping my voice an octave and annunciating my words a bit too much.

He looks around again before meeting me in the middle with a fist bump, completely ignoring my bit. Aw man.

“Hell yeah, thanks dude!”

I shoot some awkward finger guns at him, “You got it, bud.”

“You didn’t make yourself one?”

I sigh, lamenting, “I did…”

Sam scans my face as we share a short silence. Then, the lightbulb almost visibly goes off in his noggin. “You spilled it, didn’t you?”

Pursing my lips, I nod. “I spilled it, yeah.”

“Buuummer, dude.” He pats my head and I sigh, leaning into his touch. I’ll be damned if I don’t still love head-pats, even if it’s been a while since I’ve gotten one. “Wanna split this one then?” he offers, palm still on my crown. At this point he’s just trying to messy me up.

“No thanks, I’ll just grab another later if I’m really craving it.” Not having noticed the trance I’ve been in as my hair gets slowly and steadily ruined — it feels nice, okay? — I finally look up at him, cheekily glaring as I manually remove his large hand from me. I add on as I try to repair the frizzy aftermath, “Sick performance, by the way!”

“You think so?” he beams. Makes me laugh.

“Of course! It looked like you were having a lot of fun.”

Sam’s face is a bit flushed as he takes the compliment, not even trying to hide it; he has a big goofy grin on his face, too.

It drops and Sam looks behind him as a deep voice with a bit of a southern twang booms from one of the aisles nearby. “Samson?”

“Shit, here.”

Sam hurriedly places his coffee into my hand and rushes back near his water bucket, looking around for his manager as he moves. I try to make things less suspicious by pretending to look at some nearby end caps.

I take a peek over when I hear Sam greet the man, “Hiya! What’s up, Morris?”

Crossing his arms and puffing out his chest to try and make himself look mighty, a man in a navy blue suit, a bright red bow tie, and a poorly-applied black toupee corrects him. “That’s Mr. Saxton, son.”

I roll my eyes. Awesome to know the guy running this Joja is just as insufferable as the dudes who work on the corporate side.

Sam puts an anxious hand on the back of his neck, and halfheartedly smiles as he apologizes, his speaking patterns much more formal than before. Poor guy… it hurts to see him having to tone it down so much for this dipshit.

I turn my attention back in front of me so as to give him some privacy. Not sure he’d want me to hear him getting his ear talked off.

This display is full of holiday cards... I might as well waste some time with these bad boys. I pick up one with a cartoon beagle wearing a birthday hat on it, stealing a sip of Sam’s coffee as I read the pun on the front: “Have a doggone good birthday!” Alright, nice and cheesy start…

I flip the card open. It starts blaring Baha Men’s “Who Let The Dogs Out.” Fucking hell. Jumpscare me, why doncha! I shudder at how tinny the music sounds — likely made worse by its volume — then close the card and place it back in its spot, not bothering to read more.

“Excuse me, miss?”

I peer over my left shoulder, and see that Mr. Saxton is making his way towards me. A vein is popping in his forehead, but he has a toothy smile on his face that screams customer service. Not sure what’s going on and feeling a little anxious about the situation, I don’t answer with words — I just turn my body to him and watch him expectantly.

My eyes flicker to Sam real quick, who’s closer to the opposite end of the freezers now. He’s looking over here though, and when his eyes catch mine, he mouths “Go!” and motions his arm towards the front end of the store. Maybe he got caught socializing or something… wouldn’t doubt that there’s probably heavy surveillance in here. Man.

I look back at Sam’s boss as he says, “I’m going to need you to discard your beverage.”

My brows furrow and I tilt my head. “Why?”

Ah, he’s the asking-questions-is-talking-back type: He huffs a deep breath and tilts his head as if to mimic me, clasping his fingers together in front of his ribs. The smile and vein are both still on his face.

“It is not only unacceptable to bring your own food into a grocery store,” he strains, “but I cannot have you spilling your drink all over our products.”

…I haven’t spilled anything. What does he think I am, some crusty little kid?

Damn, this is bringing out a rage that I haven’t experienced since working behind a Joja desk. I didn’t know I was even capable of it anymore. Must be something about the overstimulatingly bright blues, or the blindingly white strips of lights. Same ones we had above each cubicle in the office.

My anxiety is rapidly replaced with a petty yearn to cause a ruckus as I realize that I don’t work for Joja anymore. I never have to even come here again, actually.

I don’t answer to this fucko! I don’t answer to anyone!

Screw this guy!

Feeling courageous, I put on my own customer service mask as I inquire, “Do you want me to spill this on your products?”

“E-excuse me?!”

I hover the cup near the cards, tilting it a little. Doing a little eyebrow wiggle too for good measure. “It feels like you dooo.”

“I— w-what are you doing?”

Seb would be so proud if he were here. Not sure how Magnus would react, but I’d like to imagine he’d support me too.

Completely on impulse, I bring the cup in front of me and splash a little coffee in the man’s direction instead of the cards’. The now-lukewarm liquid splatters onto the white button-down beneath his jacket and rapidly seeps into the fabric, leaving a light brown, unsightly splotch.

Sick, got him where it hurts and none got on the floor! Less work for Sam!

Making sure my voice is just as cheery as Morris was trying to keep his, I cap this off, “Stop treating your employees like crap and stop treating complete strangers like children, asshole.”

This feels so good. My heart is racing and my pits feel a little moist and I might just end up an anxious mess the second I walk away, but I’ll be damned if this isn’t cool as fuck in the moment. When Leah asked me last week if Magnus ever wanted to go apeshit, it didn’t even occur to me how badly I wanted to go apeshit.

I walk down the nearest aisle as Morris continues sputtering something about me leaving, paying for this, whatever.

Shane’s kneeled down in the middle of the aisle stocking shelves. He faces me for a moment and grins slyly. “That was cool as hell.” Why does this feel so validating? “A woman after my own heart.”

HUH?

I blink that fucking flashbang away — seriously, the last time I saw him he was still being a dick, and today he’s treating every interaction like we’re fully acquainted, if not more, what the heck — as he turns away to scan items onto the shelf again.

“I really didn’t do much…” I really didn’t. Just kinda caused a minor inconvenience for the guy.

My hands are shaking though, so it must be catching up to me.

“That still took some balls.” He glimpses at me briefly and adds, “Y’look like you might cry, though. Get outta here before I change my mind about you.”

I huff out a quiet laugh and steady Sam’s — well, my, now — coffee in both hands. “On it, boss.”

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jrooc · 3 months

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Joining in the Saturday night picrew ✨

Thanks for the tags lovely humans @mybrainismelted @doshiart @juliakayyy @heymrspatel @krysmiss @sgtmickeyslaughter @sam-loves-seb

Went vampire cat here! Looks nothing like me but I sometimes rock a leather jacket and am joining the coffee crew ☕️

Tagging @mickeysgaymom @skylerwinchester @creepkinginc @ifallonblackdays @redwiccanrobin @mmmichyyy @guinguin1984 @gallavichsuperfan @ian-galagher @whatthebodygraspsnot @too-schoolforcool @suzy-queued @deedala @energievie and anyone seeing this!!!

#picrew #saturday night vibes #tag you're it #gallavich community #come play

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mignonricciardo · 2 years

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intro + masterlist

hello! I'm em, and welcome to my little space where I let everything in my silly little brain come to life :) I write mainly motorsport works, but there are some fics I love too much to go unpublished. learn a little bit more about me and access my masterlist⬇️

about me:

I'm american, but my family is from france so I speak french and a bit of Italian and spanish (these two might be a stretch)

I love most sports including f1, indycar, soccer/football, rugby and even american football

some of my favorite f1 drivers are daniel, mick, pierre, carlos, charles, lando and seb (but really I support most of them)

I also love books and reading and music <3

masterlist:

a one sentence summary is below each fic. for a longer summary, please check link of the original post.

as a note, I am an adult, so most of my work typically contains allusions to adult themes and/or adult themes. I will try to tag all of my work appropriately, but please be sure to check the more specific tags in each individual fic for specific mature content.

fics containing smut are denoted with a ★

motorsport/formula 1

DANIEL RICCIARDO

things have changed since the last yearly visit to the winter beach house, but if there's one thing that hasn't, it's the magnetism between callie o'connor and her best friend daniel. with an unspoken history and the urge to navigate their changing lives, the two bring the crew back together for one more winter at the house. is this the august trip that truly changes everything?

simply the best | pt. 2 (★)

dan has covid in bahrain, and you come down with it, too.

LANDO NORRIS

holiday jitters

the aftermath of two friends hiding their feelings sharing a drunken kiss.

taking care of him

taking care of lando during and after the spanish gp.

medicine

lando wakes up sick before the brazil gp and he knows just the medicine he needs

CHARLES LECLERC

pancakes for dinner

charles has pre-race jitters, and only he won't feel better until he admits something.

stuck in my brain

following the French GP, charles searches for comfort from his best friend.

CARLOS SAINZ

surprise, surprise | pt. 2

family vacation, holiday around the corner, unexpected pregnancy. what could go wrong?

LEWIS HAMILTON

compromised (★)

sneaking around mercedes team settings hasn't always been easy, especially when you're caught in a compromising position.

massages (★)

lewis is sore after a long day of testing, and you've got just the remedy.

PIERRE GASLY

sore loser

you've just lost the champions league, and your favorite boy is a call away.

comfort

pierre helps with your chronic illness, assuring that you haven't ruined vacation.

LANCE STROLL

self-control (★)

lance is injured but has little self control when it comes to you.

après ski (★) [written and social au]

lance has some ideas for how your trip's après ski should look. too bad his future brother-in-law has different ideas.

MICK SCHUMACHER

dim lights, thick smoke (★)

mick heads to the bar with his sister's best friend. tomfoolery ensures involving a certain cowboy fashion statement.

FELIPE DRUGOVICH

a helping hand (★)

a certain conversation with your best friend leads to him teaching you a few things

MAX FEWTRELL

secret's out

you don't realize max is on stream so you let you some words fly.

3 AM (★)

drunken nights in Ibiza followed by 3 a.m. texts. what could happen?

F1 DRIVERS

formula one drivers as romance tropes pt. 1

formula one drivers as romance tropes pt. 2

other fics

CHRISTIAN PULISIC

home for the holidays

christian is a little homesick for the holidays. you have a plan for that.

BRADLEY "ROOSTER" BRADSHAW

can't take my eyes off you

a long history with rooster comes to a head when you're brought back to top gun.

take my breath away (★)

rooster will do anything to make sure you first date happens, no matter the circumstances. [part 2 to can’t take my breath away]

tag list

if you want added to my tag list, shoot me a message! just let me know who exactly you want to be added on to :)

#mignonmclaren #masterlist #mignonricciardo

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a-cosmic-elf · 4 months

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Wip Wednesday

My AO3 comment box has blown up! My heartfelt thanks to @tafferling and @turbo-toast , I will reply as soon as I can. I should be working, you’re all gonna get me fired from my new job! 😂

I’m tagging my lovely beta @kalliesa , who might be a little jealous that after all this time she’s not the one reading new stuff from Absolution after a goddamn year hiatus.

Tbf, it’s been a hell of a year, and since nobody seemed to be actively reading the Abby, it’s easy to forget that people read it at all, and my attention wandered off elsewhere (Starfield, mostly 👀 lol, which reminds me, I’m tagging the whole of The Coemancer Crew in this post too, I’d love to see what you’re all working on, but no pressure!)

Do not underestimate the power of commenting on a fic that looks as though it may have been abandoned. They rarely are, it’s just the authors are people, and people’s attention spans tend to wander, especially if they think they’re in a boat on their own.

Without further ado, here’s a very rough (unbeta-read) snippet of Chapter 17: Their Law.

(and you know when a chapter is inspired by The Prodigy, it’s going to be action-packed).

Shouting, grasping, pulling and shoving, the Cerberus soldiers burst through the doors, dragging Sebastian and Tegan from their cells at gunpoint. They forced them to their knees in the main holding area, alongside all the other C-Sec detainees.

“Dad, what’s going on?” Faith asked through their connection.

“Honey, it’s Cerberus,” said Sebastian.

“And some fucker must have told them we were here,” added Tegan.

“Why ARE you here?” But she knew, oh, she knew. They were her parents, after all. And they were alive!

A combination of relief and irritation flooded the connection from all sides, “Honey,” Sebastian didn't need to finish the sentence.

“I’m not going back,” she stated defiantly.

“Can we talk about this later?”, asked Tegan, “so good to hear you, possum.”

“I-”

A single gunshot made them all jump.

Two Cerberus operatives moved methodically down the line, they scanned each human prisoner, then shot them in the back of the head.

They didn’t pause to scan the aliens.

One after the other each prisoner fell to the floor. It sent the rest into a frenzy, they pleaded for their lives, for their gods. The smell of fresh urine further assaulted the senses.

“Please, why do you have to kill us?” The next prisoner asked. Another single gunshot rang out, and he died without an answer.

The soldiers moved onto the next, more screaming, another dull beep on the scanner followed by a further gunshot.

There was just one human and a baterian between Cerberus and Tegan, “Seb.” He warned.

“I know,” said Sebastian, he could feel Tegan’s rising terror, coupled with his own. But he could also see the back of their own heads from Faith’s perspective, as she swung over the ledge two stories above. A glass roof was all that separated them.

“There are six,” he told her. “Four grunts, one officer, and a phantom”, he looked around as best he could, marking their positions. “They’re all wearing civilian grade, standard issue, full Cerberus armour and helmets, which means-“

“Which means they’re using tech to see. Even without the cloak I am a ghost to them.”

“Exactly, sweetheart-“

Another gunshot. The batarian was dead.

The two Cerberus operatives stepped across placing Tegan between them, the gun was inches from the back of his head.

“Seb.”

“I know.”

A different kind of beep emitted from the handheld scanner, and the Cerberus operative laughed, “Well, well. So, the rumours were true. You’re Tegan O’Hara. Which means you must be,” the scanner beeped brightly again, “Sebastian Crosse. It’s your lucky day, you’ve won yourself a little chat with the Illusive Man. Now, where is that little alien bitch of yours?”

Sebastian began to physically shake. After days of solitary confinement, intense questioning, he felt like a coiled spring, wound too tight. He tried to hold on to his composure, closed his eyes briefly and he knew Faith had let go, she was falling, he could feel the cold wind in her hair…

He’d never felt such rage, but could not help smiling up at the doomed Cerberus operative, “I think you’re about to find out.”

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#wip wednesday #cosmic writes #mass effect absolution #oc sebastian crosse #oc tegan o’hara #oc faith #the prodigy #“fuck ‘em and their law”#music for the jilted generation #that generation being gen x #I love the top comment on this YouTube vid #‘Keith ain’t dead he’s just gone to outta space to find another race’#lmao 🤣🤣🤣

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whorekneecentral · 2 years

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HIII ITS ME AGAINN! okok so, the reader and lance stroll are together, at a club. They aren't in a relationship, but the reader is wearing this BEAUTIFUL yet very naughty dress, and men are dancing with her and around her. Lance gets a bit jealous, and teacher her a lesson when they get home ;))))))

hi babe! starting back on this account with my fav guy <333 - it’s giving dom lance 👀

The dress was short - too short for his liking but you were a big girl and he didn’t run your life, you made that abundantly clear to him. Lance watched as you walked around, laughing with the mechanics and crew, smiling and making jokes as you pass through the crowd.

It was no secret that you were Lance’s girl - you wore his name and number proudly, always the first to congratulate him on a job well done but the only thing was that you and Lance weren't officially a couple.

Everyone knew enough to leave you be when you were there.

Your little green dress stopped under your butt, barely covering the top of your thighs. Aston Martin was having a little club event for their crew to thank them for their hard work.

You had joined Lance as his plus one. You were doing more entertaining than the drivers themselves. Lance and Seb perched themselves on the bar stools for the night, making small talk with whoever passed by.

Lance watched as you danced with the guys, laughing as one of them wrapped an arm around you. His jaw clenched, his grip on the bottle in his hand tightened. Seb nudged him, “relax. She’s young, she's having fun.” He follows the younger driver’s gaze to you.

“I know.”

“If you’re so upset, why don’t you join her?” Sebastian asks

“I don't like to dance.”

“Don’t sit here all upset then.” Seb laughs, shaking his head.

The night went on, Lance watched you enjoy yourself; dancing, doing shots, singing along to the horribly loud music that was playing. You were quiet and kept to yourself on track and you joked around sometimes but this was the first time you really let yourself relax all season with the guys.

Lance comes over to you, resting a hand on your lower back. “Let’s go,” he tells you.

“Why?” you ask, turning to face him. “I’m having fun.”

“I’m not, let’s go.” Lance was already pulling you away.

You shout bye to the boys you were dancing with, pulling away from Lance to say goodnight to Seb. You hugged the man on the bar stool, and Seb being the troublesome guy he is, rests his hand on your hip, sliding it to your lower back. Both Seb and Lance knew that would never pan out to nothing other than a friendly hug but Seb liked to irritate Lance.

“Think you’re in for some trouble when you get home.” Seb whispers to you.

“Think so?” You ask, glancing at Lance. “That was the plan all along.” You laughed. Seb chuckles, “you’re trouble, sweetheart.”

“Always.” You smile, leaving him there to find your boyfriend.

The drive back to his place was quiet, the tension building by the second. Lance pulls you inside with him, pinning you against the closest wall. “What the hell do you think you were doing?”

“What?” you look up at him, your hands playing with his shirt.

“Why were you out there all night instead of with me?”

“I can’t have fun, Lance?” You ask him, the driver picks you up and tosses (most like rests) you over his shoulder as he walks to the bedroom. You feel your heels fall off your feet with all the kicking and squirming.

“Put me down!” you smacked his back, Lance drops you on the bed. “Lance, what the hell?” You sit up.

“I don’t want to hear it,” he stops you, grabbing you by the legs and pulling you to the end of the bed.

“You say you want to be mine but then you act like that,” he says, getting down on his knees. His lips pressing kisses along your thigh, stopping to look back up at you. “Since you wanted my attention so badly, you have it.”

“Lance-” “Shut up.”

“You wanted me so here I am. You’re gonna shut up and take what I give you, okay?” He looks up at you, his hands already reaching to pull your panties down. “And say thank you, hm?”

“Yeah,” you breath, dropping your head back onto the bed.

#not full blown smut sorry!#lance stroll #lance stroll smut #favs <3

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nyan-koii · 4 months

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I have a confession .. I’ve been obsessing over Seb’s body so much 😭😭 specifically these shots are so..

My reviews of the pics :3

1. first of all the shirt - too big and almost down to his elbows. It is like pressed against his stomach so it’s FLAT and legs and arms are soo tiny 😭😭 like little pookie get off that football field y need to be in bed w mark and Jense rn

2. .. no words honestly he’s just so tiny and manhandable. Like I can just imagine Seb just being moved around by the mechanics, being in the way unknowingly and they just wrap their hands around his entire upper arm and picks him up and moves him idk. Like the mechanics groping him and like just touching him makes my brain go brrr. Also anyone on the 2010 grid with big hands like Fernando, Robert, ofc mark and Jenson just like moving him around and finding out just how tiny he is and UGHHH

3. IH MY GODDDD his arms are soo fucking tiny compared to Mark’s and I can’t like formulate words.. like it’s half the size of his. Idc if it’s the angle or not that man is a TWINK and he needs to be fucked and grabbed and chocked and-

Also just imagine someone covering Seb’s ENTIRE body part with their HAND. Like .. he would malfunction and cum in his pants. Probably like whimper and just like die on the spot or something

Td;lr

Rbr seb is tiny and needs to be fucked until he can’t speak

(I can’t believe I’m sending this unanon but :,) ye)

HIIIII TRASHTEENKIDD (idk what to call you lmaoo 😭)

THE PHOTOSSS OMGGG THOSE PHOTOSS !!! I ONLY SEEN THE SEBMARK ONES BUT THE OTHER TWO OMFG,,, I MOANEDDDD

1. YESS !!! look at the size of the shirt its not made for his size or is he into larger shirt that can cover his body because well um 😏 you know why, he likes the feeling of being small??? Mhmmm the way the shirt covers his butt too AND YESS his tiny legs and armss seb youre not supposed to be there indeed ! Get your ass on the bed now !! Also i love how red his ears are ngl. I think most of the time its always red which make me think if its like that on the other parts too 🤭 imagine him all flushed up and redd oooooo what a sight actually i need him...

2. AURGGHG PLEASE YOUR WORDS IM HAVING BRAIN DISEASE OVER IT. EXTREME HEADACHEEEE i always like the idea of the crew gangbanging on seb especially during his torro rosso eraa !! The boy is so so petite you can carry him everywhere and its as light as a feather ! Want him to be handled like a ragdoll every single second. Also the fact that he arrives at the grid first and is the one who usually leaves the last because he wants to hang around and 'learn' more from the crew.... doesnt that make you think thoughts???? Because i sure as hell do ! Insane honestly, GET HIS ASS RESTRICTED HES GOING TO GET PREGNANT GUYSS

like look at these 😭😭😭😭 HES SOO EASY TO BE PICKED AROUND !!! The mechanics would definitely also manipulate him during sebs str era im insane i need to be put at a hospital.... i want more gangbang seb fics...

And yes definitely 🤭🤭 the 2010s grid is using seb as a free cumdump as repayment for letting him win the wdc hehehheheheheh seb you're completely tangled yourselves with evil men, get out of thereee (dont)

HE ISS TINYYYYYYYYYYY HES SOO OMFGGG YOU CANT SEPARATE TINY AND SEB NO NU UH THEY LITERALLY CAME IN PAIR EVEN IF ITS AM SEB !!! THATS A TWINK

Sebs amazing for putting up a brave attitude around mark like if they got in a fight, mark would definitely beat him to a pulp but seb knows mark cant do ANYTHING to him, knows that seb has more power than him and in some cases marks just too tired to reciprocate his energy. Sebs taking marks kindness and manipulating it to his own likings for example mark fucking and releasing his anger on seb because he hates the german boy so much but its actually what seb wants, to be used and to see mark crumble in front of seb aauuurghhhh, hes a twink but hes an EVIL twink.

Also... look at michael's thigh.... its the same size as sebs waist..... im completely normal about this

Sebs definitely sensitive to touches too mhmmm !! Sensitive and desperate to be touched at all time its embarassing because he cant live without receiving physical touches from his boyfriends. During day, he finds comfort in their hand but at night, its the only thing he prays about while they continue to bring him close to heaven.

Yesss rbr seb, seb in general, deserves to be fucked until he cant think straight anymore. Much like those anime hentais, i want seb to be fucked until theres love in his eyes and hes all drooling in pleasure 🥰 my love language actually.

And dont pressure yourself ! I admire your bravery reallyy for not anon-ing yourselff. Its good to see who im talking to and that i know you guys are comfortable to share these thoughts with me 🙏 keep em coming guyss !! This is a safe place for everyone <3

#anon tells #or is it trashteenkid tells ?#it'll be good for me to know what can i call you thoo !#but thats up to youu #seb #seb my beloved #hes so small....#this one really makes me rethink all my life decisions #like it got me sit straight up on my bed at night #my roommate gave me a weird look but she knows what im dealing with lmaooo #get yourself someone who doesnt judge you for your likings #i love sharing nasty thoughts with people and im glad theyre accepting towards me #im glad that you guys can talk to me tooo yippeee #lets sexualise seb more 🙏#seb save us seb...

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effervescentdragon · 1 year

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Sebchal cinema industry AU

"Why am I here, I'm not even filming today," Charles whines, and Britta rolls her eyes and walks away immediately at Seb's look. He turns to Charles and it's unfair, how good he looks, how brilliant he is, how he manages to draw everything and more from each one of the actors and from all the memebers of the crew, and if Charles wasn't a bit in love with him, he would hate him.

"Because I need you to see them do the death scene in person and not on tape, to understand what kind of grief you'll be expected to convey," Seb says, jumping from the chair directly into Charles' personal space, making his head spin; "because I want - I want you here, so you can see what I'm trying to show, what I'm trying to bring to life," he continues, and there is a wildness to his eyes that Charles recognises from the mirror.

"Sebastian," he whispers, and Seb's eyes fall to his lips, and Charles has to ignore it, has to, has to stay professional, "Seb, you know - you know I know grief, better than anyone, so I don't know why I would need to be on set today."

Sebastian's hand grasps his shoulder, settles somewhere on his neck as he leans in and stares into Charles' eyes and visibly fights with himself before he finally whispers "Maybe I just want you here, regardless."

#sebchal #f1 rpf #short au prompts #ofc this one is happy ahahaha god im so predictable #effervescentdragonwrites #my writing

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bobbinacrossafricatake2 · 6 days

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Contraband and Fear of Expulsion

May 24 & 25, 2024

We were ready for a break, so we had a relaxing morning: slept until we awoke. Sarah walked up to the dining room to get coffee to take to the room (twice). We took our time packing up, posting the previous day’s blog entry, and enjoying the space. We had to be out of the room by 10:00 AM, and didn’t leave for the airstrip unlit 12:10, so we took advantage of brunch that one doesn’t get on game-drive-days. It was yummy. The watering hole was mostly slow but in addition to impalas and kudus, we were rewarded with warthogs. It looked like a mama and multiple little ones. They’re like miniature versions of rhinos - prehistoric-looking! Sitting in the dining room with a good overlook was perfect for, first, Chris and Lola and, later, John and Julie to stop by and say goodbye. We wished C&L safe driving, and shared crazy travel stories with John and Julie. Such good vehicle-mates they were! Sylvanius drove us to the airport and waited with us until we were loaded on the plane. Much as we didn’t think he was up to par with the other guides we’d had, his manner and enthusiasm managed to get under our skin, and it was a fond farewell with him, too.

One of the multiple young, women pilots we’ve had came up, happy to see us, and was ready to load us into her four-seater, only to realize that she was flying someone else, and we were on a larger plane, leaving at a similar time, also to Jo’Burg. Such a small world this is with limited pilots on the circuit. As they closed the passenger door, they asked Jillebob to secure the latch - holy moly - didn’t want to have a Boeing incident on a Wilderness flight. We had two pilots up front and while we joked that we were on a training flight, more likely it was some sort of orientation flight for the new guy. In the end, he did well.

At Windhoek, we hung out in the Wilderness “lounge” with decent WiFi, and charging outlets. The Wilderness staff person let us know when to check in and go through emigration. Then, it was a bit more of a wait for the flight. Quick and easy - 1.5 hours and we arrived in Jo’Burg. We had a crazy guy meet us, super nice, but by the time we got our bags and he dropped us at the hotel, we knew all the sordid details of his life. Fun, but nuts.

In the room, Jill FT’d with Janet while Seb purged (1 kg over the Eastern Africa little-flights limit). We bought a bottle of wine in duty-free Windhoek and the check-out gal gave us a song and dance about when we could/couldn’t bring it into South Africa. We decided it was risk-worthy contraband and were grateful when we got to the room. Novice smugglers, we did ok.

The room was comfortable save for the beds so tightly tucked in that Jill woke up complaining that her feet had been in jail overnight! But truly, the Intercontinental made for an easy, comfortable overnight stay. We packed up quickly in the morning and had a wonderful breakfast at the hotel before heading back across the street to the airport. It seems that the immigration go-slow is over, as it was as easy getting through emigration, as it was going through immigration last night. We had some local currency to spend, so wandered around, bought some chocolate and mints for the road, then tucked the last little bundle of rands in a bin for charity.

We waited for a while at Gate A1 only to have a gal swing by and tell about 8-10 of us that the gate had changed to A21. Ha. After a short wait at the gate, we loaded into (or should we say stuffed into) a bus that sat… and sat…and sat by the gate, with us all the while breathing in bus fumes from others idling all in a row. Turns out, we were waiting for one person. The tarmac crew did not inspire confidence. When we got the plane, they opened the door, folks started disembarking and they told us to stay put. Didn’t seem like the safest move, but no one was run over by a passing plane before they let us board. All in all, though, we’ve really enjoyed our three SA Airlink flights. None were full, seats seem more spacious than US domestic flights and flight crew was friendly and professional.

The worry came when they passed out the immigration cards and the health section asked for confirmation that visitors have had yellow fever immunization within the past 10 years. Yikes!!! Sarah’s is 12 years old. First reaction: can one sue Passport Health, the clinic where we each had appointments to get squared away on shots? After filling out one form honestly, Sarah opted to get another form, say yes (vaccine within ten years) and plead ignorance if questioned on entry to Madagascar. Seb wished Jillebob a nice onward journey in case she was expelled at immigration. Thankfully, our airport meet-and-greet guy met us planeside (wow -service!) and hustled us through immigration, health check and bag pick-up without a hitch. Well, only one minor hiccup when immigration’s automatic sensor couldn’t read the visa stamp they had just applied to Seb’s passport. Yay for our M&G guy - we were with our guide and driver, on the way to the hotel, in about 15 minutes!

Maharo, our guide for the first part of our Madagascar adventure, and a driver met us as we emerged from picking up bags, and drove us to the hotel. What an interesting drive! City life is so different from the tourist-oriented safari locations. Looks like quite a bit of poverty here. The road went through rice paddies with shacks; small road-side stands for food; zebu, that are akin to cows but not, until we reached the city. There continued shacks, make shift buildings and more and more actual buildings. The streets were busy, traffic a bit crazy. We never saw a really modern part of town. The city center seems to be on a hill, with lots of cobblestone roads, steps going up and down the hill, lovely-looking (but well-protected) and shabby buildings mixed in all the way to our lovely hotel. It’s the residence of the Consular General of Monaco (who had the 3rd floor) and a hotel with only about four rooms on the lower two levels. Really lovely! Armed guards at the door. Maharo and the staff suggested we pass on going out for a walk - sounds like tourist safety is a concern here. We ventured out anyway; it was simply too long to sit around. We did follow their caution to stay on the main roads and not go into any alleys or buildings. More of the same - alternating lovely and shabby buildings, crazy drivers, not particularly friendly people passing on the street. It will be interesting to see the contrast from here to the countryside. The sprawling cityscape from high up is striking, with some seriously beautiful flowering trees, even if close up the sidewalks are treacherous, streets dirty and not a lot to see.

Back at the hotel, we chilled out in the room for a bit then went upstairs to order a bottle of wine in the lovely living room adorned with Grace Kelly books, eclectic art, and some African artifacts - cool. At 7:00 PM, the other two couples at the residence (all whom we recognized from our flight) arrived for dinner that was set up as a table for two and a larger table with two at each end. We encouraged everyone to join at the common table which threw the staff a bit, but made for a very entertaining evening. Both couples were 70-ish, super nice and extremely adventurous. All four Aussies with one gent originally from Glasgow, one woman from England and the other woman born in South Africa: another wonderful international group. We went around the table and introduced ourselves. Typically, Jill is the worst at remembering names, but the two women were Lynn and Maureen — the same names as Jill’s sisters-in-law. The conversation was about travel, with memories and recommendations shared all around. Back in the room to wrap up the blog post from our two travel days and off to sleep for an early rise tomorrow.

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