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musette22 · 4 years

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Dancing Queens

Dancing Queens

Pairing: Chris Evans x Sebastian Stan (Evanstan)

Words: 3.3k

Rating: Teen and up

Warnings: Outsiders POV

A/N: So I was writing an Evanstan AU and then I got one of those pesky ideas and I wrote a different Evanstan fic in an afternoon. I don’t why my brain does what it does sometimes 🤷🏻‍♀️ Anyway, this is just something super self-indulgent and fun because I just LOVE to think of all the different ways in which Chris and Seb could’ve have gotten together (or could get together in the future), and also I love meddling friends and a tad of voyeurism. So yeah. Hope you enjoy this, and the Evanstan AU should be with you soon, too! ❤️❤️

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Twenty-two months.

It's been twenty-two months since Chris met Sebastian, and Sebastian met Chris, and the two of them fell arse over teakettle for each other. Since then, these absolute fools have been driving Hayley up the wall with their mooning, constantly making goo-goo eyes, laughing too loudly at each other’s jokes, desperately dating one pretty girl after another, only for things to fizzle out again and again because, obviously, their hearts aren’t in it. Their hearts, very clearly, belong to each other. Everyone with eyes can see that.

Well. Everyone with eyes, except for Chris and Sebastian themselves, it seems.

Tonight’s no different. The club where the wrap party for Captain America: The Winter Soldier is held is thrumming with life: people everywhere, some casually dressed, some in outfits that make Hayley, who’s not opposed to showing a bit of cleavage herself and who certainly isn’t religious, feel the urge to run to the nearest church to find a confessional booth. Lights are strobing, music is booming, liquor is flowing. Normally, Hayley would be dancing on a table at this point, or trying to get Sam Jackson to do an impromptu striptease, or doing belly shots off Hemsworth’s quite frankly spectacular abs.

Tonight, though, she’s on a mission. A mission seemingly impossible, but when Hayley sets her mind to something, she won’t rest until she succeeds. For a long time, she figured that Chris and Sebastian would simply sort themselves out at some point. No two people flirt that obviously and constantly with each other without it ever turning into either an awkward one night stand or a marriage. But clearly, neither of these things has occurred yet, or else these two pillocks would’ve stopped making such pathetic heart eyes at each other by now. It’s getting a little ridiculous.

Something needs to be done, and it seems Hayley is the one who needs to do it. Well, ultimately, it’s Chris and Sebastian who need to do it – do it lots and lots of times, preferably – but she’s accepted that she’s going to have to help them get there.

Right now, Chris – beer in hand – is telling Anthony some story that involves wildly waving his hands around and almost sloshing his beer all over himself, while Sebastian looks at him like he’s the greatest thing since sliced bread, laughing so hard he needs to hold on to Anthony for support. Truly, he couldn’t look any more smitten if he tried. Meanwhile, Anthony is looking between Chris and Sebastian with an expression of amused exasperation. Hayley feels for him. She’s been in his position plenty of times herself.

Right, then. To the rescue. Downing what’s left of her glass of red, Hayley puts the empty glass down on the nearest table and starts making her way through the throng towards where the guys are stationed.

“Hello, boys,” she greets them, doing a little twirl followed by a tah-dah gesture. “Missed me?”

She’s hailed enthusiastically, hugs all round and another twirl under Anthony’s raised right arm, before everyone starts clinking their drinks together again like inebriated people tend to do.

“Where’s your drink?” Chris shouts, louder than the volume of the music warrants, when he notices she’s not holding a glass for him to clink.

He’s clearly tipsy, if not a little drunk, all expansive gestures and slightly slurred words. Chris is always handsome and wonderful, but Hayley finds that he’s rarely as charming as when he’s had a bit to drink. The alcohol lowers his already low inhibitions further, rendering him even more affectionate and handsy than he usually is. Though he’d never be handsy in a pervy way. Mostly, Chris just wants to be close to people, preferably by enveloping them in a bear hug that will unfailingly last for longer than is strictly appropriate. The man loves to cuddle. That’s why it always pains Hayley to watch him struggle not to throw himself at Sebastian every time he gets a little tipsy. Somehow, despite the beer taking away almost all of his filter and sense of personal boundaries, he always retains a proper distance from Sebastian. At most, he lets their arms brush one too many times, or he reaches out to squeeze Sebastian’s shoulder when he laughs. But it’s not enough. It’s glaringly obvious how desperately Chris wants to be closer. He’s practically gagging for it, and it’s getting to the point where Hayley herself feels parched just from being around that much thirstiness.

Sebastian is only a little better. He’s more skilled at hiding his true emotions, better at pretending he likes Chris a normal amount, especially in professional settings. But more often than not, he does eventually slip up. He’ll giggle like a school boy with a crush at something Chris says, start to blush when Chris praises his acting skills, gaze at him adoringly when Chris is regaling everyone with some bonkers anecdote or other.

Quite frankly, it’s nothing short of a miracle that these boys haven’t figured out how they feel about each other yet, because Hayley’s sure pretty much everyone else has. It’s an open secret, if you will.

In response to his question, Hayley leans up to kiss Chris’s bearded cheek. “I don’t want a drink, I want to dance!”

Grabbing Chris’s free hand, she tugs him along behind her. “Come on, Christopher, show a girl what those hips can do.”

Mackie wolf whistles, taking the beer that Chris hastily hands him as he follows Hayley onto the dance floor.

Chris rises to the challenge as she knew he would. That boy has a competitive streak a mile wide – he reminds her of herself in that regard. It’s one reason why they would never work, even if they seem compatible at first glance. Way too similar.

Almost instantly, Chris’s hands drop to her waist, firmly settling on the curve of her hips while she starts to move them. They don’t go easy – that’s not the point of this, after all. Hayley winds her arms around Chris’s neck and presses herself up against him. Chris is a fantastic mover, even when he’s drunk, and dancing with him certainly isn’t a hardship. Still, Hayley can’t enjoy it the way she normally would, because her mind is elsewhere.

It’s a few meters to her right, in fact, where Sebastian, clad in dark skinny jeans and a white, v-neck shirt that’s almost see-through, is leaning against the wall. Watching them.

Oh god, the poor sod looks miserable already. He’s trying to hide it, of course, smiling through the pain, but the way he starts worrying his lower lip a few minutes in, averting his eyes only for them to dart back to their undulating hips, as if he’s compelled to make himself suffer… It’s clear as can be that Sebastian’s jealous to the point where he would probably quite like to strangle her, even if he also adores her.

Hayley dances with Chris a little while longer, just until the second song turns into the third, and then she figures she’s done enough. She pushes away from Chris, slapping him playfully on the chest.

“Good effort, my love,” she decides, before she cocks her head and adds, “But I think I’d like to dance with Sebastian, now. I’m keen to find out if I can tease out that pretty blush of his, what do you say?”

Chris’s eyes widen a fraction, but she doesn’t wait for a reply, instead turning on her heel and striding back towards Anthony and Sebastian.

“Alright, handsome,” she says, taking Sebastian by the hand. “You’re up.”

Sebastian splutters something about how he doesn’t really dance, but Hayley ignores him, pulling him along behind her. She knows Sebastian’s just sulking, because she’s seen him bust some serious (if not particularly graceful) moves over the years. He dances, alright. Granted, he isn’t as good of a dancer as Chris, but he’s light on his feet and he holds his booze better than Chris does.

Pressing in close immediately, she rests her hands on his biceps as his settle automatically on her waist. For a moment before she starts to move, she looks up at him, forcing him to look her in the eye.

“Hey, cheer up, grumpy cat.” She goes cross eyed. “Dance with me. Let’s show these Yanks how us European kids do it, eh?”

That gets Sebastian smiling again, that lovely, gorgeous smile of his that’s melting hearts all over the planet, if her friends who are more up to date on the latest celebrity gossip are to be believed. Hayley herself isn’t immune to it either, but while Sebastian certainly has his sassy side, deep down, he’s just too sweet for her. She’d bulldozer all over him, and they both know it. They’re much better as friends.

It’s fun, dancing with Sebastian, especially once he starts to really get into it. They make a striking pair, Hayley’s pretty sure. Two winsome brunettes, spinning and grinding on the dance floor, are sure to turn more than a few heads.

And sure enough, when Hayley darts a look over Sebastian’s shoulder towards the wall, Christopher Robert Evans is practically salivating. He’s staring at them so intently he’s nearly crushing his long-forgotten beer bottle between his hands, eyes so dark they almost seem black in the dim lighting. The seams of his too-tight, black t-shirt are straining with how tensely he's holding himself, and what’s more, Hayley is pretty sure things are beginning to stir inside those washed jeans of his.

She giggles, hiding her face in Sebastian’s neck.

“What’s so funny?” Sebastian sounds a bit bemused.

“Oh, just… men are stupid.”

“Hey,” he says, but there’s no heat behind it.

Hayley pulls back enough to look at him, placatingly patting his cheek. “It’s alright, love, at least you’re pretty.”

Predictably, Sebastian rolls his eyes in a poor attempt to hide the way the comment makes him blush. Good lord, the man has the biggest praise kink she’s ever seen in her life. Yet another reason why he and Chris are perfect for each other; Hayley’s pretty sure Chris would never shut up given the chance to praise Sebastian freely. Already, Chris can’t seem to help but call him sweet and talented and amazing every time he’s asked even the simplest question about his co-star.

Hayley deliberately steers them back towards the others a little, enough to make sure Chris can hear her when she calls out to him, “Oi, Christopher, do me a favour and come here for a second, will you?”

Chris starts, shaking himself out of his reverie. “What, me?”

“Yes, you.” Hayley clicks her fingers. “Come one, chop chop.”

Believing this to be his cue to leave, Sebastian lets go of her, trying to step back, but Hayley just grabs him tighter. “Oh no, I’m not done with you yet, pretty boy.”

“But-” Sebastian says, but Hayley shushes him with a finger to his lips.

“Sshhh. Trust me, okay?”

Sebastian’s eyes narrow slightly in confusion, but he doesn’t pull away. Hmm. Hayley always suspected he’d be good at following orders. She turns a bit, grabbing a handful of Chris’s shirt and pulling him closer, slotting him in behind her.

“Come on, boys,” she challenges, tilting her head up to look at each of them in turn. “Grant this old lady her dying wish of getting to dance with two handsome men at once, won’t you?”

“I’m a year older than you,” Chris protests – the big lug.

Hayley shrugs. “Yes, well, you know perfectly well a woman’s lifespan in Hollywood is significantly shorter than a man’s. Enough talking, now’s the time for dancing.”

She starts to move again, swaying her hips from side to side to the music and forcing them both to move with her. With her right hand, she feels behind her, finding Chris’s hand and placing it on her hip – where Sebastian’s hand is also resting. Their fingers touch, Sebastian’s left hand to Chris’s right, and Chris makes to pull away, but Hayley tightens her grip and doesn’t let him escape. Once it seems like Chris has stopped trying to resist, she switches to her left side to do the same thing, basically leaving the boys to hold hands on top of her hips.

“That’s it,” she nods approvingly. “Just follow my lead.”

Neither man says a word, both of them ostensibly focusing their attention on her, but in reality, Hayley is certain the only thing they’re aware of his how close to each other they’re dancing and where their hands are touching. She can feel the tension in both of them, feel their hearts beating fast where their chests are pressed to her back and front.

They’re not exactly dancing now, more of a slow grind that Hayley is pretty sure some of the women in their vicinity are shooting her jealous looks for, but she doesn’t give a flying fuck. All Hayley cares about in that moment is her mission, of which the crucial stage is coming up right...

Now.

In a smooth, calculated move, Hayley twists out from between Chris and Sebastian, causing them to stumble and fall forward – right into each other.

“Oh,” Sebastian blurts, hands coming up to brace himself. On Chris’s chest.

They both freeze, eyes growing wide in surprise but unable to look away; the proverbial deer in the headlights.

Before they have a chance to snap out of their shock and do something undoubtedly stupid that will endanger her entire mission, Hayley quickly grabs their shoulders and gives them a firm squeeze, effectively pushing them closer together.

“Very good, just keep dancing now. Atta boy.” And with a final pat, she’s gone.

Of course, she doesn’t go far, just stepping back far enough so that she’s out of their space but still close enough to have a clear view of what happens next.

Sebastian’s hands are still on Chris’s chest, one on each defined pectoral, while Chris’s raised hands are hovering awkwardly at the level of Sebastian’s midriff. They’re not moving, but they’re not moving away either, which Hayley counts as a tentative win. Skittishly, Sebastian averts his eyes to stare at a point somewhere over Chris’s right shoulder, and it’s all very awkward, until eventually, Chris cautiously lowers his arms, resting his hands lightly on either side of Sebastian’s waist.

At the touch, Sebastian visible exhales, as if he’d been holding his breath this entire time. In turn, Chris’s shoulders relax infinitesimally once he realizes Sebastian isn’t shoving him off. One of them, she’s not sure who, slowly starts to move again; just the slightest movement from side to side, but it’s enough to make Hayley clap her hands together in glee.

Slowly but surely, Chris and Sebastian start to sway together, finding a rhythm and sticking to it, almost perfectly in sync. They don’t speak, clearly terrified to do something that will break the spell, and it’s so ridiculously cute that Hayley has to fight the urge to squee.

While Sebastian is still studying that elusive spot on the far wall, Chris is watching Sebastian, looking completely enraptured. God, he’s so in love, it’s almost painful to watch. Hayley prays this won’t fall apart at the last minute, because Chris would be absolutely devastated and go all kicked puppy on them and that would be too much even for her to handle. Finally, her prayers are answered. It takes a while for Sebastian to gather his courage, but then he turns his head a fraction, and meets Chris’s eyes.

Hayley could swear she can feel the electricity crackling between them, can almost hear the sound of those pieces finally clicking into place. It’s quite possibly the most satisfying thing she’s ever witnessed.

The air around them changes, slows down, becomes thick and charged as they look deeply into each other’s eyes. All the while, they’re still moving together, Chris’s hands now gripping Sebastian’s waist more firmly as Sebastian’s hands slowly slide around to clutch at Chris’s shoulders. Chris pulls Sebastian’s hips forwards, flush with his own, and Hayley sees how Sebastian’s fingers dig into the meat of Chris’s shoulders. When Chris leans in a hair’s breadth, Sebastian responds in kind until their foreheads are touching, their noses bumping together, breathing the same air.

Chris murmurs something Hayley can’t make out, probably some sort of endearment, and then he's moving in, eyes closing as their lips meet for the very first time.

Hayley doesn’t even try stop the sound of pure joy that escapes her. She punches the air, whirling on the spot and almost bumping into Anthony. Anthony, who is beaming, grinning from ear to ear.

“You did it!” he yells, holding up his hand for Hayley to high five, which she does with feeling.

“I fucking did it!” Elated, she throws her arms around Antony’s shoulders and lets him spin her around. “Wait, wait,” she says as she’s put back on her feet again. “I need to see the rest.”

She turns back to the dance floor, just in time to see Chris lift his right hand to the side of Sebastian’s face. His big palm cradles Sebastian’s jaw as his thumb swipes almost tenderly back and forth over his cheekbone. Both of them have closed their eyes and they’ve all but stopped moving, too caught up in the kiss to have any attention to spare for dancing. Hayley can’t blame them. They’re stunning, getting lost in each other after nearly two years of helpless pining. It’s a sight she doesn’t think she’ll forget any time soon.

As she’s watching, the kiss deepens. Someone opens their mouth, the other follows suit, and suddenly there’s tongues – tongues and slick lips, hungry mouths devouring each other as if they’ve been starving for years and are finally, finally being fed.

Chris has got a tight hold of Sebastian and doesn’t look like he’s planning on letting him go anytime soon, but fortunately, Sebastian doesn’t look like he minds. In fact, he’s slowly sliding his hands down Chris’s wide back, lower and lower until they find his ass and he squeezes. Hayley can almost hear the growl Chris lets out at that, the way his fingers tighten in Sebastian’s hair, making him gasp for air.

“Whoa,” Anthony mutters next to her, “I feel like I’m seein’ some things I’m not supposed be seein’.”

Hayley’s never been a prude, far from it, but even she starts to feel a little voyeuristic. She hums. “Might be time for them to move it off the dance floor, at least.”

She wades into the crowd until she reaches the tangled mess of limbs formerly known as Chris and Sebastian, tapping them on the shoulder to try and get their attention.

“My darlings, I am ecstatic that you’ve finally come to your senses, but you might want to move this somewhere a little more private, eh?”

Neither Chris nor Sebastian really responds, which, kind of rude, but okay, she’ll let it slide just this once. Drawing the line at actually poking her nose into their business, Hayley starts to gently push at them until they finally get the hint.

“What’s – huh?” Chris finally lifts his head, giving her a dazed look.

“Just going to take you somewhere a little less public,” Hayley assures him. “See that corner over there? It has your names written all over it.”

“Fuck,” Sebastian mutters, blinking out of his trance. “Yeah, come on, quick.” He takes Chris’s hand, entwining their fingers, and starts to pull him towards the designated corner.

“Okay, then,” Hayley says brightly. “I guess my job here is done. Have fun, boys. Oh, and be safe, yeah?”

With that, she lets them go, fondly watching them stumble to their destination, where they immediately resume their lip locking. And hip locking. It takes approximately five seconds before Chris is sliding a hand down Sebastian’s thigh, lifting his leg so that he can slot their groins together more effectively and grind against him while enthusiastically continuing to suck face.

Reluctantly, Hayley turns around, smiling to herself.

Mission complete.

Now, where's Anthony? She rather thinks she owes him a dance.

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#my fic #my writing #evanstan #chris evans x sebastian stan #rpf #chris evans #sebastian stan #hayley atwell #outsider POV #getting together #fluff #dirty dancing #ao3

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fullmetal-hearrt · 5 years

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Do y'all know why Jimin fans have been so outspoken and angry lately? Y’all blame us but you haven’t seen half of the bullshit that we deal with on the regular.

Bighit made him show his abs when he was a minor and clearly stated that he didn’t want to do it which left him with so many insecurities growing up. You made constant comments about his weight and the way he looks that this boy literally starved himself to the point of collapsing on stage and in rehearsals. He lost the weight and then y'all asked him to get his cheeks back and instantly destroyed all the effort he put into loosing them. You say blood, sweat and tears Jimin is the best well no, fuck you. He ate one proper meal in ten days to be the Jimin you all loved and even then he got nothing but hated upon cause apparently he was way too much in the center when he literally had 11 seconds of solo screentime and you say PJMs are the worst?

Burn the stage was supposed to show you how much these boys struggle behind the scene and you took that as an open fucking invitation to make fun of his voice cracks as if that is something that doesn’t happen to the best of the singers. You made his voice cracks as compilations for people to laugh upon and antis to drag upon and you say PJMs are the worst?

Jimin used to be the most active member on twitter, that was where he felt like he could connect with us the most and what did you do? Made fun of his eyes, his hands, his fucking fingers and even his teeth which are all things he cannot change about himself and you all drove him off twitter. He stopped posting and stopped doing his famous silent videos and you say PJMs are the worst?

He always supported Taehyung even when nobody else did. Tae fucking cried at that letter saying how chim was there for him crying with him when nobody else was and once FOR ONCE Jimin accidently didn’t write Taes name on a fucking chalkboard and Tae stans sent him literal death threats to the point where BTS had to address the issue in a press conference and you say PJMs are the worst?

Park Jimin is a boy who has grown in front of all of our eyes and it’s so obvious even to outsiders that he has always been the absolute worst to himself. He has burnt out his body in practice rooms, he has burnt out his self esteem trying to sing for you, he has damaged his health trying to look good for you. Honestly, what the fuck do you want from this man? If he’s too much he is an attention seeker, if he is not too much then he isn’t good enough. You even came for his official positions in the group that he got for himself even with the shortest trainee period.

You say Jimin has a praise kink? Bitch that boy needs validation even for the smallest of things because YOU made him feel like he is not good enough over the years. It’s not a praise kink as much as it’s just self hatred.

So I’m sorry if PJMs are the worst but that is because you’ve left us no choice but to fiercely defend Jimin because armys act like you don’t claim him. If you don’t claim him at his worst don’t pretend to stan him when he is at his best. You don’t defend him when it’s needed but you’re proud that he broke a global record with promise? Well fuck you.

What can we do except for defending him with our own lives because you all have made him feel so fucking incompetent all these years. We as Jimin fans know and hate the bangtan bombs where he would cover his face with his hands the entire time cause he thought his face was too fat. We know how much that fucking hurt.

As someone who has struggled with her body image for years, I fucking hate what you put him through to the point of him hiding his face for entire videos. He couldn’t look straight at the camera in his own birthday video, that is how much you all have ruined him and you dare to say that PJMs are the worst when we are nothing compared to the bullshit you’ve put our man through.

If you come for Jimin just know that we won’t be silent as before man. You’ve ruined him enough and it won’t go any further than this.

If you have the audacity to send him death threats and think that we as his fans won’t react or eventually get over it, you’re kidding yourselves. It was a Taehyung stan that sent him a death threat, don’t think we’ll ever forget that. His life isn’t yours to fuck with.

The next time I see someone claim to be a Jimin fan or an OT7 when all you’ve ever done is sit there on your keyboard and watch while thousands make fun of him right under his damn tweet very well knowing that Jimin stays on his phone and social media the longest of all members I pray to God that you choke cause if you can destroy this boy who has done nothing but loved everyone of your biases with all his chest; Y’all don’t fucking deserve him.

Jimin stans, this time around, we don’t claim armys and fake ot7s anymore.

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lancetuckershairgel · 4 years

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HBC Drunk Drabble

Prompt:

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Dominatrix!Reader

Warnings: sub!seb, bondage, cock cage, face sitting, orgasm denial, post orgasm torture, dirty talk, smut smut smut from the beginning

Sebastian was tied to the bed, his cock caged in a cruel chastity device, with his head hanging off the end just slightly. He watched with lustful eyes as his Mistress walked over to him to straddle his face and he turned to rub his cheek against the leather of her thigh high boots. He groaned softly as she lowered herself onto his mouth, her wet pussy grinding down against him as he parted his lips and stuck out his tongue to rub it along her slit.

“You taste so good, Mistress” he moaned out, the sound muffled

“Good boy. Keep worshipping me and make me cum, maybe I’ll let you out of here” She moved her hips against his eager mouth as she flicked at the cage on his cock

He groaned and continued to lick at her clit, his tongue flicking rapidly. He let out a whine as she pinched his nipples between her thumb and finger, pulling at them until they were nice and hard. He turned his head to complain about the pain but she squeezed her thighs together and kept his head straight, locked tight.

“You better not stop, or you’ll be in for a painful night. I have plans to make you feel really good baby boy, but what’s my rule?”

“Your pleasure comes before mine” Sebastian said, breath hot against her clit

“Good boy.”

She ran her hands over his chest as he continued to lick her to orgasm. As she came, he lapped up her juices like it was the only sustenance he’d had in days.

“So good, Mistress!” He panted

“Does my good boy want more?” She hummed, raking her nails over his abs and laughing as he shivered

“Please!” He whined “I want to drink you”

She stepped away to grab the hitatchi and straddled him again, keeping his head locked tight between her thighs. She turned the vibrator on and pressed it against her clit, arching her back so that her pussy was angled over his face and she could look down at him.

“Open that pretty mouth. I’m going to drown you with my cum”

He obeyed, ready to receive the flow. She rubbed the vibrator back and forth, turning it to high. It didn’t take long for the second orgasm to hit and she bent over, laying against his chest as she cried out, cum gushing into his waiting mouth. When she stepped away she knelt beside him and licked his slick face, sliding her tongue slowly over his cheek before taking his mouth into a hungry kiss so that she could taste herself.

“Please” he whispered “I can’t take being locked up anymore. I want to cum”

“You’re so needy”

She shook her head with a smile and stood, climbing onto the bed. She took his cock in her hand, letting it rest on her open palm as she removed the necklace that held the key from around her neck. She unlocked the cage and Sebastian let out a soft gasp, the feeling of his cock being free from the tight device almost better than an orgasm. He waited for her to stroke him but she kept her hand open just letting his cock rest. He lifted his head and looked at her, brow furrowed.

“Just because I’m not punishing you tonight doesn’t mean I’m making it easy. Get yourself hard then I’ll play with your pretty cock.”

He groaned and dropped his head back, closing his eyes. He licked his lips, her taste still lingering against them. Thoughts of her filled his head, things she’d done to him in the past and things he wanted her to do coursed through his mind and he felt himself grow hard.

“Such a good boy!” She praised when she was satisfied by the cocks growth “So fucking pretty. I love your cock.”

“Thank you Mistress.” He moaned

She dropped his cock and grabbed his hips with her hands, pulling him quickly so that he was fully on the bed, his head now resting on the mattress. Reaching over to grab a bottle of lube, she took his cock once again, pouring the liquid over the length. He moaned again as she wrapped her hand around the base and began to slowly stroke him. He watched with hooded eyes, his body twitching with need under her touch. He knew it was too early in the night for her to let him cum but he had been a good boy, there wasn’t any need to tease him.

“Maybe she’ll make me cum a few times” he thought

But multiple orgasms wasn’t on her agenda tonight. He had been a good boy all month, worshipping her pussy and making her cum, allowing her to spank him until he was a mess of whimpers and tears, all while locked in the cage on a month long no orgasm order. He didn’t complain once because he was so eager to make her happy, but Sebastian’s Mistress was a sadist. Punishment or not, she loved to torture and he was the perfect subject for her desires. He was pretty, with a thick cock that just begged to be played with relentlessly. He whined and begged and cried so beautifully too, she just couldn’t help it.

She brought him to the edge of orgasm again and again, making him jerk in the ropes that held him until he was biting his lip and crying for release.

“Please!” He thrashed his head back and forth “please, I can’t take it! I need to cum”

She released his cock and watched as it fell against his stomach before she crawled over him, grabbing his face with her hand, pinching his cheeks.

“You’re going to take what I give you, do you understand me?”

“Y-Yes Mistress” he nodded, eyes watering

“Good boy” she said as she rubbed her pussy along his aching cock “Such a good boy for me aren’t you?”

She stroked his hair and kissed him softly, continuing to praise him. His cock twitched and leaked pre cum as she teased him but he knew not to complain further or she’d lock him back in the cage for another month.

“You’re so beautiful, Sebastian. My perfect little slut.” She purred against him as she continued rubbing against his cock “Tell me how much you love what I do to you”

“I love it, Mistress!” He panted out “I love how cruel you are to me because it feels so good. I love being your good boy”

Her hand slid from his hair to his neck, wrapping around his throat as she leaned down to take his earlobe between her teeth. He thrust his hips into her and she hissed a warning that made him still beneath her.

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

He nodded eagerly, whimpering.

“Lay there and think about how good it’s going to feel when I let you cum. Keep that cock hard for me.”

She kissed his cheek before climbing off of him to go prepare the strap on. He laid there, his breathing heavy and deep as he stared up at the ceiling, concentrating on keeping his cock hard. Just thinking about the dildo sinking to the hilt into his ass made his cock leak more.

She returned and began to untie his legs from the bed. She lifted them, spreading them apart as they bent at the knee and looked down at his ass.

“That little hole ready for my cock?” She asked, rubbing her finger in a circle over it and chuckling when he flexed the muscle.

“Yes Mistress. Please fuck me!”

She poured the lube onto the strap on dildo then poured some on his hole. She knew he didn’t need prepping, she’d been using his hole every night with various toys and had kept him plugged during the day, knowing that having his prostate brushed against with the slightest movement while his cock was caged would drive him mad. She pushed the tip of the dildo into him, slowly, until she bottomed out and he groaned loudly.

“Be quiet or I’ll gag you.” She ordered, pulling out and snapping her hips forward quickly to fill him again

Sebastian bit his lip, trying his best to obey but by the fifth time she had done the move he was desperate. He whimpered, looking up at her with pleading blue eyes.

“Please” he whispered

“What do you want?” She asked as she began a steady rhythm, fucking him with her fake cock

“Need..to..cum!” He cried out with each thrust of the cock against his prostate

“Have you earned it?” She raised an eyebrow, her hands holding his legs back as she fucked into him

“Yes! Oh god yes, I’ve been so good. I’ve let you tease and torture me, I haven’t complained, I wore the cage. Please! Please let me cum!”

“Fuck I love it when you beg. Makes you sound so desperate.” She sped up her pace “Are you desperate?”

“Yes mistress!” He groaned “I'm desperate slut who just wants to cum. Please, I’ll do anything you want!”

“Anything?” She ran her finger along his cock

“Yes! Please touch me”

Sebastian was panting, sweat forming on his forehead and chest as his hands gripped around the ropes wrapped around his wrists. His cock twitched, aching with need for release with every bump of his prostate. She was he was driving him insane and he couldn’t take anymore. If she didn’t touch him soon, he was going to have a ruined orgasm.

She wrapped her hand around his cock and began to stroke him in time with her thrusts and it didn’t take long for him to cum. His entire body tensed, his toes curled and his eyes went wide as string after string of hot cum spurt from his cock, landing on his stomach and chest. He even stopped breathing for the duration of his orgasm, his body unable to function. When he finally came down and began panting again, she stopped thrusting.

“Th-Thank you M-Mistress” he choked out, his muscles quivering

“Oh, Darling boy, you’re not done yet.” She smirked devilishly down at him as she began stroking his sensitive cock once again

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buckysgoldenheart · 6 years

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Unprofessional: Part 3 Seb Stan x Reader

Summary: Starring in the same movie meant feelings between any two actors was not allowed.

Sebastian Stan x Reader

Note: 3/?

Warnings: Cursing and stuff. Probs some spelling mistakes. Same old, same old. Self-Body-shaming? Small chance that this is written weird and I just cant tell anymore.

Words: 2105

Hope you guys like it. Comments are appreciated!!!!

Part 3:

Seb P.O.V

Chris paused after taking a sip of his beer from his relaxed position on Seb’s apartments couch. “So, was it good? Or not good? Or what? Cause I don’t know, I feel like I wouldn’t be as upset as you’re are right now, but maybe I’m crazy.” He shrugged.

“You’re not crazy.” Anthony confirmed from his own spot next to the blond. “Seb is crazy.”

Blue-grey eyes flew wide at the blunt comment. Crazy? How am I crazy? “I’m crazy?! How the fuck am I crazy!?”

Anthony’s eyebrow rose an inch up his forehead, clearly saying without saying how idiotic of a question that was. “For complaining! Jesus man, did you see this girl!?” He whipped his phone out from his back jeans pocket, pulled up your picture from a website praising the upcoming film and the actors cast in it, and shoved it in Chris’s face.

Chris made no move to get a look, only nodded and took another swig. “I did, yea I know, she’s definitely hot.”

“HOT, Seb!”

Then the smartphone was turned face-front to Sebastian and extended as far as possible by Anthony’s long arm as if proximity would further prove his point.

Seb rolled his eyes, crossed his arms at his chest, and sighed in annoyance. “I know what she looks like.” It’s not like I could forget her if I tried.

“Are you sure? Cause you are not acting like a man who just kissed this woman a couple hours ago. You’re acting like a man who thought he was kissing this woman only to find out that it was actually a large dog once he opened his eyes.” Anthony slightly chucked.

“Oh, that was funny.” Chris grinned at his friend, who smiled back with pride.

“Thanks ma—"

“No, It wasn’t!” Seb yelled, throwing his hands in the air. “Guys! What. Do. I. Do!?”

“What do you mean what do you do? You do nothing. You’re gonna have to make out a lot before this movie is over.”

“Chris is right, Seb.” Anthony agreed, before a sly smirk took over his face. “Besides, she probably didn’t feel anything. Like kissing cardboard, I bet.”.

“I hate you.”

“Can’t hate us too much. If we’re gone you won’t have anyone to complain to about your ‘problems,’” The brown-eyed man curved his fingers in the air in the shape of a quote. “that every other living, breathing man would consider a blessing from the big man upstairs. I mean, she must have a lizard tongue or something. That’s the only conclusion I can come to as to why you would complain about this woman putting her mouth on yours.”

Chris made a face at the image that scrunched it unattractively, but chuckled. “Yea Seb, does she have a lizard tongue?”

“No, she does not have a lizard tongue! She’s--her tongue is…” Seb groaned and dropped his head in frustration. “…it’s fucking perfect.”

“Oh, well then I totally get why you’re so upset then.” Anthony’s sarcastic tone once again rang out much to Sebs exasperation.

“I don’t know what to do.”

“What could you do?” Chris chimed. “You have to start filming tomorrow. Just do your job, man. She’ll do hers.”

“We are gonna have to kiss again.”

Anthony laughed, making Seb very nervous for his friend’s next words. “If it were me, I would just fuck up the scene every time, then I’d get to kiss her all damn day. Oh, and don’t even get me started on the sex sce--”

He immediately snapped his mouth shut at the glare directed his way that, with enough effort, could’ve burned a hole through a wall.

“You have no idea how close you are to death.” Seb said. If he thought he wanted to punch Anthony before, it was nothing compared to what he wanted to do to him now.

“I’m just saying…”

“Well stop ‘just saying.’ I took it too far, guys.”

Chris cleared his throat, drawing his friends’ attention to him. “Do you think she could even tell that you weren’t acting? The director basically asked you to kiss each other.”

“He asked us to get to know each other, but does what I described to you sound like a get-to-know-each other kiss?”

Though a sarcastic question, Seb wanted the answer to be ‘yes,’ hoping maybe Chris had similar experiences in the past; that this kind of kiss wasn’t unheard-of between co-stars or known to cause any problems between them.

“Maybe.” Chris replied, shrugging his broad shoulders. “You told her it would be a good idea to make it as accurate as possible for the sake of the scene, so where’s the harm? You did what you said you would do.”

The harm?! The harm is that she’s beautiful and funny and nice and sexy and kisses like a damn angel with a sinful side. “The harm is that I felt something I shouldn’t have.”

Anthony and Chris’s eyes blew wide and a moment passed as the men soaked in that information. They clearly knew Seb enjoyed kissing you, but feelings?

“Ok,” The blond said, drawling out the word. “The way I see it, you have two options: talk to her and see if she felt something as well and then figure out a way to put it behind you or ignore it completely.

Seb rubbed the back of his neck, his white t-shirt threatening to rip at the seam around his bicep. “I don’t know. Those don’t seem like helpful ideas.”

“How is that?”

“Because neither will make me forget what happened so I can do my job right.”

“Yea well, being wiped like Bucky Barnes doesn’t exactly happen in the world we’re in…I don’t think.” Anthony’s eyebrows scrunched together as he contemplated his statement. “Look, take it as a good thing. You guys have chemistry. That’s certainly not a curse when you’re acting sex scenes out with another person.”

“It would be a good thing if it was acting chemistry, but this is not that.” Seb fisted his fingers in his hair and tugged. “This is just bound to fuck me up. We kissed and I felt something and then she ran and now I’m fucked.” He said, almost sounding like he was getting ready to laugh; like he couldn’t believe he got himself into this situation.

Anthony’s jaw dropped open. “She ran? What did you do?”

“Nothing, I don’t think.” Seb sighed, running a hand down his face. “Maybe I did. I have no idea. She just…left, like broke apart from me, pushed me away, and ran out the door; and now--”

Chris nodded in understanding and smiled in a way that didn’t quite reach his eyes. It was meant to be a comforting smile made just for his friend but didn’t exactly cut it. This situation was going to be more of a problem than he initially thought. “Seb, I get it, she’s beautiful, she really is, but you shouldn’t freak out over some, some…thing you feel that you don’t even know how to describe. That’s a waste of time and energy.”

“You don’t think I know that; that I don’t know how crazy I am sounding?” Seb pressed his palms into the pits of his eyes, forcing dark spots to cloud his vision. “Kissing her made my brain explode a little, Chris.”

“How does something only explode a little?” Anthony mumbled, and Chris swatted him across the arm as he listened Seb; watching as the brunette let his arms drop back to his sides.

“I didn’t want to stop.”

“You need to talk to her; get a sense of what she’s thinking. I know I said an option was to ignore it, but I you’re in deeper than I thought.”

Seb blinked a slow blink, his eyes staying closed for an extra beat to take in the words of his friend, his annoyingly, wise friend. “How are you always so damn sensible?”

Chris finished his beer and put it off to the side on the table, then chuckled. “It’s not like it didn’t take practice.”

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Y/N P.O.V

Securing your purse at your shoulder, you walked across the dark pavement to the studio where you would have to have sex with Se—do your job, and you just wanted to run back to your tiny, safe Subaru and drive home. Your first day on the job, while supposed to be nerve-wracking and a little stressful, would not be for the reasons most were used to. There would be no scary boss or overwhelming amount of paperwork; no fear of mean co-workers or possible offending of customers.

Nearly at the door, you sensed some heavy footsteps from afar that quickly turned into a slight jog as they got closer.

“Y/N!”

You heard it somewhere behind you; the end half of your name louder and nearer than the beginning, but you didn’t turn until a strong hand was gripping your forearm with surprising softness and turning you to face its owner.

“Hey, I was calling you; you didn’t hear me?” Seb asked, his lips stretching into a sweet smile, but your face remained impassive, though not on purpose. After yesterday, you were just kind of out of it; awake all night, tossing and turning as you thought about this man’s lips, his perfect perfect lips on yours, the feel of his arms around you and his abs through both of your shirts when you pressed your bodies together.

“Uh, n-no—” You stuttered, because that’s what you only seemed to be able to do when he was around.

“I was hoping we could talk, just for a second.” His eyes were pleading and you didn’t want to deny him, but you had a feeling it was either about the ‘sex’ you would have to have today or the kiss you had yesterday. Who am I kidding, it’s about today. He probably never gave that kiss a second thought.

“Look, about yester—”

“Alright kids, you were supposed to be inside five minutes ago, so let’s get a move on. Get in there and strip. I want you on set in ten.”

You let out the breath you had been holding since those eyes linked to yours, while ‘Thank fuck for our director’ ran through your head about a million times in the ten seconds it took for you to turn from Seb and hurry towards the door, leaving him to stand there, disappointed.

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Naked…just great.

You held open the small silk robe that barely covered your thighs and studied your body in the full-length mirror with dissatisfaction. They could make up your face and curl your hair until it looked just sexy enough to turn on any man, but…

What will they do about my body? CGI editing, or something?

Stretch marks and small scars and little red spots around your bikini line from shaving with the cheap razors you bought last week.

Women sexy enough to sleep with Seb, or any of his characters, do not have marks on their bodies.

However, you weren’t likely to develop silky, smooth skin within the next two minutes, so you tied your robe, sighing, and stepped outside the dressing room into a crowd of way too many people for you to be comfortable.

And there he was, just standing there like he wasn’t almost completely naked while a member of the crew placed something over his crotch so that what lay underneath never touched you. You shook your head to yourself for being slightly upset that that wouldn’t happen.

Then, a small woman with a headset appeared before you. She rushed out a string of words that you couldn’t comprehend as she ushered you towards the set. You did however, hear her tell you to slip off your robe to get prepped for the scene before she walked away and left you to wait for someone to help. You looked around at the scurrying people and at the giant bed you would have fake sex on, never noticing Sebs eyes grazing all over your barely covered body.

Five minutes later, you were standing a foot from Seb, thankfully with your robes back on, while the director explained the way the scene would go.

“So Y/N, you already admitted that you love Seb and the scene will start off with him kissing you against the wall over there,” He said, pointing to the far left of the set. “before you end up on the bed. Everybody got it?”

“Yea.” Seb said, but you only nodded. Luckily this wouldn’t require you to speak, just act.

“Ok people, robes back off please.”

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omgshewrites · 5 years

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The Gift

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Word Count: 3k

Summary: Sebastian comes home after two months being away and he has a gift for you.

Warnings: smut, 18+, oral sex (female reciving), chocking, spanking, praise kink.

A/N: heyyy, this is my first time writing for Seb and not Bucky but I think this went pretty well, I hope you enjoy reading this just as I enjoyed writing it.

Feedback is always apreciated so, let me know what you think!

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✨my masterlst✨

Excitement ran through my veins and pumped blood to my racing heart, the fact that he could enter the door of our apartment made my skin bristle.

Only two months had passed since Sebastian started filming in Italy, we had communicated daily, asking about how our days went, some days we would talk for hours and some days just a couple of minutes, conditioned by time zones and personal duties; always remembering us that we were in complete different continents.

We always talked about how much we missed eachother, I told him how it was causing me trouble sleeping without him being by my side, he told me he missed me playing with his hair, and my kisses, and my touches.

He groaned that night when I told him I had to hung up.

“Baby I don’t wanna stop talkin’, I wanna hear your voice” He said and his raspy voice made me weak in the knee.

“I know you don’t Seb, m’sorry, maybe we can facetime tomorrow” I said and bit my lip.

He groaned again, but the sigh after that let me know that I had convinced him, saying our goodbyes and our usual I love you’s

A few days had passed since he called me to tell me he was coming home on Thursday, I cheered asking him what did he wanted me to cook to welcome him, he laughed and said “take out from that place we like would be okay” and I agreed hanging up the phone not before telling him I was eager to see him.

And here I was, tugging on the hem of my dress -one of his favourites- nervously waiting for my boyfriend to appear; I sighed, getting up from the couch to pour myself a glass of white wine, humming when the sweet flavour invaded my mouth and made my muscles relax.

It had been a busy day after all, running my errands, cleaning the apartment, organizing every little thing for him to come home to find me, perfectly clean shaved and wearing a new set of blue lingerie that I knew he would love.

I turned around when I heard the click of his keys, the door opened and let me saw his figure surrounded by many suitcases and bags, I smiled, and he smiled too, wasting no time I ran to the door where he was waiting for me with his arms opened.

“I have missed you so much” I said hugging him, nuzzling my face to his chest, it vibrated when he let a small laugh come out of his mouth.

“I have missed you too, doll” he said and pulled away.

He used two of his fingers to title my head up to look at me, he had a big smile on his lips that vanished away when I placed my lips over his.

The first kiss shared in a while; lips grazing eachother’s harshly and desesperated hands roaming our bodies, when we pulled back, we were both smiling.

A few little pecks were shared in the door frame after we decided it was time to enter our house, I helped him with the bags or at least tried to, because he said there was no need for me to help him.

“oookay big guy” I said laughing and he laughed too, taking his shoes off and popled himself into the couch, I poured him a glass of wine before sitting next to him “So… how was your flight?”

“It was okay, I slept most of the time and I woke up just because the pilot said we were landing” He sipped on his wine, throwing an arm over my shoulders, his gaze roaming all over the living room “This place is relucient”

“That’s because you weren’t around” He let out a laugh again and I hadn’t realized how much I had missed that sound.

We talk and laughed and drank till we were sprawled all over the couch after a tickle fight that had no winner, just two drunk dumbasses giggling.

Now we were on our sides facing eachother, my hands tangled in his hair as his were roaming on my right leg, fingers inching my dress up everytime they had the chance.

“I have a present for you” he said, my eyes open in surprise.

“You do?”

“Mmhmm, but you gotta close your eyes” He said getting up from the couch, I sat, still looking at him “Common doll, no peakin’!”

I giggled and closed my eyes, covering them with my right hand, I could hear him walking past the couch, then the sound of a zipper opening and then closing, then I felt the spot next to me sunk with his weight.

“You can open your eyes now”

In front of me was the most handsome man in the world holding a jewelry box with a sapphire necklace. It was beautiful, a delicate gold string holded the precious drop-shaped gemstone on it’s middle, it was so simple and yet a delightful piece of art.

The name of the lord fell from my lips and my gaze went back and forth from Sebastian to the necklace. My mouth open in disbelief when I ran my fingers through the thin chains, admiring the refined work.

“What do you think?” He said and I looked at his face one more time, he was suppressing a smile by pressing his lips together.

“What do I think? Are you serious?” I said and shocked my head “I think it is beautiful, and… expensive too, Seb, I..I’m not worthy of a gift like this”

“(Y/N)” He said, the harshness in his tone making my look at him “I love you, and the moment I saw this necklace I knew it would look precious on you, so I bought it, because there is nothing in this world that would let you know how worthy you are, love”

He was looking at me straight in the eye, serious face let me know that he was serious, that he meant what he had just said.

My heart pumped in my chest almost loudly, he always had such an strong effect on me, especially when he said things like that, when he worshiped me and he told me that he loved me.

“Thank you” I managed to say, placing my hand over his cheek “I love you too”

He took my hand in between his and placed a kiss to my knuckles before grabbing the necklace and holding it up in the air, signaling that he wanted me to try it.

I turned around in my place and as my back faced him I took my hair twisting it upwards so it wouldn’t get in the way.

I felt the warmth of his skin when his fingers grazed my collarbones, he placed the necklace around my neck and he clasped it on my nape, when I knew he was done I turned around to face him.

He looked at me for a few seconds, his eyes traveling from my own to my lips, and then my now decorated neck, he breathed deeply before he spoke.

“It is a beautiful necklace, but you are definitely what makes it stand out”

I smiled at the comment, leaning forward to find his lips I closed the gap between us.

I gave him the gratefulness kiss he deserved, my lips dancing in his mouth in delicately and soft moves, there was no need to rush, he was here, with me.

It seemed like he had thought otherwise because after some seconds he pulled my into his lap, grabbing me by the nape and deepening the kiss, an strangled moan got lost in my throat as I felt his tongue entering my mouth, massaging my own and playing with my lower lip.

The kiss continued till I was stradiling his lap, my hands massaging his shoulders as he let his hands slip the hem of my dress and I bucked my hips involuntary when he kneaded my butt, it made him groan, and he did it again, and I bucked my hips against his mild erection, I smiled into the kiss before breaking it to work on his neck, placing hot open mouthed kisses as I made my way to his jugular, licking his adam apple and scratching my teeth through his beard; by now he was hard as a rock and he was trying to get me out of my dress. I stood up from his lap.

“I think…” I began to spoke as I pulled my dress up, throwing it aside, the sweet arousal that was ruining my new panties made me feel confident all suddenly, or maybe it was the fact that it was new lingering and I knew I looked fucking great on it, or maybe it was the beautiful necklace that was on my neck, or maybe it was all that plus Sebastian giving me the I’m-going-to-devour-you look. “That we should move this to bed”

“Yeah” he said getting up and wrapping both of his arms around my waist he lifted me up “Definitely”

I giggled and locked my feet on his lower back, he dipped his head in between my breasts and planted kisses while he made the way to our room, once in there he placed my on the bed, standing between my parted legs as he took his belt off.

“New lingering set huh?” He said smirking

“Bought it just for you, baby” I answered letting my fingers run over my chest, over the gemstone and over lace border that covered my breasts.

He smiled, looking attentively at my movements, he took his shirt off and I felt a wave of arousal tickling on my core.

He hadn’t even touched my yet and I was already about to cum.

He leaned down, little kisses on my neck quickly became nibbles at my collar bones, a hand flew to my back and with a simple move he had removed the bra off my chest, he took the time to look at me and I felt the blood in my veins pumping harder and traveling to my cheeks, a millisecond after, when his hands started playing with my breasts I felt my blood running all the way down to my lower belly.

He was smirking to himself as he played with my nipples when I spoke.

“Seb, please”

He looked up at me and nodded, knowing it had been way too long to leave my waiting. His fingers hooked up my panties and I lift my hips up to help him remove the damp piece of clothing.

When he took his pants and boxers off, I saw his member sprang free against his tanned abs, instinctively I opened my legs.

He looked down and his frowned his eyebrows in frustration, immediately dropping to his knees and pulling my by the ankles to get me to the end of the bed. He placed both of my feet on his shoulders, hands running up and down my thighs, followed by his mouth pressing gentle kisses, approaching the spot where I needed him the most.

I closed my eyes in anticipation when I felt his beard tickling my inner thighs, then I felt as he took a long stripe from my slit to my clit, he groaned and little time passed till his head was buried in between my thighs, mouth devouring my pussy as he held my right in place with his hands over my hips.

He alternated his moves, placing kisses, sucking and licking every second that passed, he wasn’t following a patron, he was just eating me out like he was starving.

“Babygirl, you taste sooo good” He said without taking his mouth away from me.

I moaned and bucked my hips against his face, I was close and he knew that, so he used two fingers to get me close to the edge.

His name falling from my lips like a prayer and as his fingers dipped in and out, his lips wrapped around my bundle of nerves, kissing it slowly and almost tenderly, he curled his fingers inside me just as I bucked my hips once more, the pressure his left hand was appling on my belly making my orgasm shatter my body like a broken glass; but Sebastian didn’t stop, he took his fingers out of me just to use his hands to hold my legs open, preventing my to close them he continued sucking until the overstimulation was making me beg.

When he took his face away, he looked at my trembling legs with a smirk on his face.

Oh god, that million bucks smirk had already got me prepared to what was about to come.

He laid next to me, caressing my side as he asked my if I was okay, I nodded and turned myself to look at him.

“Would you like me to ride you?” I asked playfully and knowing the answer already.

“Oh doll I would love you to” He said, tugging me to his body.

I straddled him as he straightened in the bed, tucking a few pillows behind his back to give him support enough to be half lying.

When he turned back to me I had his cock in my hands, pumping him a few times I tried to ignore the urge to have him on my mouth, to taste his skin and to ask him to come on my tongue, but he was here now, and I could do that whenever I wanted to, right now, we both needed eachother.

I stared at him as I lined up but I had to close my eyes when I felt the bulbous tip of his cock slip in, it had been a while, and he was big, long and thick.

“Take it easy baby, I don’t want to hurt ya”

I nodded, opening my eyes as I slowly bottomed out, two low groans mixed together as I waited a second to get used to the burning feeling of his cock stretching me.

When I felt ready I used the impulse of my knees on the mattress to lift up, feeling how my juices started to drench his length making the job of setting back down much easily.

He placed his hands on my hips when I found a steady rhythm, helping my to keep it as I placed my hands on his chest to help myself go up and down.

We were moaning low, looking at eachother dead in the eye as we shared this intimate moment that we both yearned for.

“You are so beautiful” he said kneading my ass “Look at you, fucking yourself on my cock, what a good girl you are”

I smiled and a burst of confidence filled my body, taking my hands off his chest I raised them to play with my breasts, the feeling of my fingers pinching my nipples giving me the courage to bounce up and down his shaft in rapid movements.

“That necklace looks so good on you” He said as he started to thrust his hips, synchronizing with my movements and making me feel fulfilled every time “It looks better than my hands around your neck” I smirked

“I doubt that” I spoke, taking one of his hands from my butt and guiding it to my throat, placing it over the necklace.

He smiled when he saw what I meant, instantly wrapping his fingers around my neck. Quickly my moans became cries as he played with my breathing, always making sure that the pressure he applied was enough to let me breathe.

I continued bouncing on his cock as he kept thrusting, the slurping sound of my pussy made the skin slapping sound less obscene but yet his balls slapping against my ass remember me that there was no second this moment wasn’t obscene.

I looked at him with a little smile tugging from my lips, the tickling feeling I felt on my lower belly combined with the spasms my clit experienced every time his pelvic bone touched it let me know that another orgasm was close.

He, on the other hand, wasn’t smiling, in fact he looked angry; he was concentrated, his jaw clenched making him look so good I almost come around him in that moment, his thrust were getting erratic and as he tried to control the pressure on my throat, he spanked my ass, the pain made me arch my back in pleasure as I started to feel my pussy clenching around him.

“Seb, I’m coming” I said in a cry, looking back at him.

“I know baby”

He said and he spanked me again, he held me in place as my orgasm began to take control of my body, my eyes shut as I focused on the feeling of his girth filling me up, a pornographic moan left my lips as I let my orgasm wash me over, I kept bouncing to improve it till I felt my legs went limp and fell on his chest.

He took his hand off my throat and held my shaking body in a hug as he chased his orgasm.

He kept thrusting but it wasn’t till I lifted my hips, once more bouncing on him with my back arched, making my butt stick out and giving him the deepness he was looking for, it was then when he let out an animalistic groan and I felt his hot cum filling my aching pussy.

We were out of breath, his arms still around me as my face was nuzzled on his neck, placing tender kisses to his jaw, smelling the aroma of his cologne that was still impressed on his beard.

He ran his hands up and down, rubbing my back, trying to get both of us down from that blow minding orgasms.

When I tried to let go he didn’t let me.

“Babe I have to take the necklace off” I said, a finger poking his chest.

His hands went to my nape and unclasped the necklace, taking it off he placed it on the nightstand. Hands returning to rub my back and as he remained inside me he said.

“I love you (Y/N)”

I nuzzled my face to his chest, mumbling a “love you too Seb” before closing my eyes and falling sleep.

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oh boy some opinions

Because I literally ditched this site for months on end and didn’t post trip reports past May, here’s some Thots. Legend has it if you post this on Instagram, all the 13-year-old Cedar Point fanboys will crawl out of your phone screen and cry at you for going against the groupthink

Kingda Ka, Six Flags Great Adventure: I like going Fast. I like really really good launches. And boy howdy, did I love Kingda Ka. It was my first strata, the first coaster me and Casie rode together, my first Six Flags credit, and I love it so much for it. There’s not much to the ride; you go very high and very quick, and then it’s over. But it’s an adrenaline rush from hell and I can’t get enough of it. (Also, sue me, but the airtime hill actually makes me prefer this over TTD.)

El Toro, Six Flags Great Adventure: *unintelligible garbled words* good bull. good boy. deserving of all the praises. kicks so much ass and looks good doing it. we love you, toro. shine on, you funky little matador.

Bizarro, Six Flags Great Adventure: Oh look, it’s my favorite floorless. I really do like this ride. I think Dominator actually has a bit better of a layout, but the props and how the ride interacts with them are what pushes Biz to the top spot for me. (Plus, this blog is a Fuch Barrel and Clipped Horse appreciation zone.) This was the first coaster @pupu-platter, @popsican, and I rode together, so it definitely has that going for it too.

Nitro, Six Flags Great Adventure: Fun fun fun fun fun. That’s all I can think of when I think about this ride. Honestly, it’s my favorite B&M hyper that I’ve ridden so far. It’s something I’ll always have to hit when I go to the park, with both hands all the way up and my feet kicked straight out.

The Dark Knight, Six Flags Great Adventure: Alex summed it up best by saying “it’s a WILD MOUSE.” Like another indoor coaster at the park, I’d do with a group of my friends, but not alone. I do like the little black-light section you go through, though. It’s aesthetic.

Batman, Six Flags Great Adventure: I like any B&M invert by nature, so it’s not a bad ride. But I’m actually feeling like this is my least favorite inverted. Which again, doesn’t make it a bad ride because I like all of the inverts I’ve been on. It just didn’t leave a really lasting impression on me. It’s better in the back, which is really weird because all the other ones are much better up front.

Skull Mountain, Six Flags Great Adventure: What a janky, stupid ride. I love it. I wouldn’t go out of my way to ride it, but if the lines are low, I definitely want to give it a lap, provided I’m with friends. I think it’d probably be a lot less fun by yourself.

Joker, Six Flags Great Adventure: Ehhhh… I don’t really like this ride. It’s a fun novelty experience, and I’d rather see that than a Vekoma boomerang getting cloned everywhere, but I rode it, didn’t like it, and won’t do another one more than likely. Pretty setting, though!

Runaway Mine Train, Six Flags Great Adventure: It’s a mine train, so it’s inoffensive fun. But it’s a Six Flags mine train so it’s janky as all hell and that somehow makes it so much better. I can’t help but laugh when I think about this ride, and I have no idea why.

Superman- Ultimate Flight, Six Flags Great Adventure: It’s okay, I guess. I like it more than either of the Vekoma flying coasters I’ve ridden, but I’m just not really a fan of the flying type. I really hope I’ll enjoy Tatsu and Manta more because this just doesn’t impress me much.

Green Lantern, Six Flags Great Adventure: Yuck. By virtue of just being a sheer horrible ride, this was my least favorite of 2018. I’m not calling for it to be torn down, but no tears will be shed for when this thing bites the dust.

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Twister, Knoebel’s: Fun ride, can’t complain about it. Greatly outclassed by its neighbor, but at any other park, it would shine like the diamond it is. I like ya, Twister. You’re a cool fella, and someone I’d definitely have to see every time I visit the park lest it feel incomplete.

Black Diamond, Knoebel’s: What a dopey little ride. It’s fun with friends, and I feel like I say that a whole lot through this. The spinning tunnel that gives you the illusion of an inversion is a really cool touch, and it’s very pretty. (It looked kind of pink, even though it’s supposed to be a furnace. Or maybe Hell. I’m not really sure.)

Impulse, Knoebel’s: Little Fahrenheit Lite. (Fahrenlite… I’ll see myself out.) I’ve only gotten to ride it once due to time constraints, and I definitely plan on riding again whenever I’m back at Knoebel’s. It’s very short, but sometimes a ride doesn’t need to go on forever to be good. While I prefer the wooden coasters in the park, I really do like this one!

Phoenix, Knoebel’s: I phucking love my Texan mom. I will throw hands for this phucking ride. Yeah, I do like Toro and Voyage a bit more, but dammit if I wasn’t over the phuckening moon when this thing won the Golden Ticket this year. This shit has more intense airtime than certain other coasters that I’ll be putting on blast later. Phoenix is raw fun, and if you don’t get standing airtime on some of those drops, man, you aren’t living. We stan quite a few ginger lesbian coaster legends in this household, and I’m happy as hell to put Phoenix on that list. God, I love this ride so much.

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Talon, Dorney Park: You’re cool. I didn’t expect you to be that cool. I think I slightly prefer this over Afterburn (slightly, of course.) Maybe I just got some really great rides on it that day, but I enjoyed Talon a whole lot more than I anticipated...and I went in expecting it to be in the top of the heap of Dorney for me because I’m a sucker for B&M inverts. Still not better than Geist though, imo.

Steel Force, Dorney Park: Hello, competent Maggie. (okay, I really like Magnum, all jokes aside. Great rides this year.) I do prefer the trains on this though. I’m a sucker for speed. Magnum 1-3 > this, but only in 1-3. (Or 6-1. Magnum’s pretty awesome there too.) I’m happy we doubled-up on rides on this before the rain made us leave.

Possessed, Dorney Park: It’s a short, fun ride. While I do prefer Wicked Twister, this is still a lot of fun for me. I love the little, punchy launches these things have. (If there’s one thing I learned about my tastes this year, it’s that I’m a sucker for a good launch.)

Hydra- The Revenge, Dorney Park: You’re cool. You’re not “I’m waiting more than 20 minutes for you” cool. It’s a gorgeous ride, really, but it’s probably my least favorite in the park that I did in May. It’s not a bad ride, of course, but it pales in comparison to Dominator and Biz. I’d be willing to ride it again whenever I go back though, so again, it’s not awful by any means! I like everything at Dorney, frankly.

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Anaconda, Kings Dominion: Oh, it ain’t that good. Oh, the other aquatic serpent themed Arrow looper around an hour down the road stomps it. But Anaconda wasn’t as terrible as I was led to believe it was going to be. Maybe I braced for it accordingly. Maybe people are a bunch of pansies. I probably won’t go on it again, but it’s really not that awful.

Dominator, Kings Dominion: What a fun ride. That’s all I can say. It’s a fun ride that never fails to make me smile, and it’s a ride I consider a must-do whenever I’m at KD. I love that giant loop so much.

Flight of Fear, Kings Dominion: Jesus Christ, I like this ride more than I think I expected to. It’s a whippy, fun ride that I never leave without a huge grin on my face. I hate that the lines can get as crummy as they can, but it’s worth waiting for, I think.

Rebel Yell/Racer75, Kings Dominion: It’s alright. It was actually a lot smoother than Racer at KI (which is weird, because Racer North looks to be in much better condition than its eastern counterpart) and I think I do prefer it over the Ohio set of twins. It’s worth at least one lap on per visit.

Intimidator 305, Kings Dominion: step on me step on me step on me step on me step on me step on me step on me step on me step on me step on me step on me step on me step on me step on me step on me step on me step on me step on me step on me step on me step on me step on me step on me step on me step on me step on me step on me step on me step on me step on me step on me step on me step on me step on me step on me step on me step on m-OKAY YEAH. This is my favorite new credit this year. Shattered my expectations. What a fucking amazing ride. While I didn’t gray out the first time I rode it in May, when I went back in October I nearly blacked out. It’s so intense that I couldn’t keep my arms up without them feeling hurt. It was so worth the 3 and a half hour drive, and you can guarantee when the park reopens in March, I’ll gladly make the haul to marathon it. 91/10, would raise hell and praise Dale again.

Twisted Timbers, Kings Dominion: Dammit, I hated your name from day one but you are a funky-ass little ride that I will STAN. I’m torn whether this or Wicked is my second-fav RMC (falling behind, of course, my girl LRod.) I’m in love with the barrel roll drop...and the “airtime alley”...and the dorky ass tractor in the queue...and the lack of pacing issues...and the inversions only being in there when its necessary...and generally just being a fun ride with lots of nice ejector. Fuck. I love Twisted Timbers. I love my yee-yee ass husband.

Grizzly, Kings Dominion: I don’t get the hate towards this ride. It’s like a boneless Beast. Yeah, it’s a tad on the rougher side, but it’s a wooden coaster built in the 80s. What were you expecting? I like Grizz a lot, and I see why my buddy Nathan would sing its praises whenever we talked about Dominion. Grizzly is just pure fun, and in a beautiful setting. I love the station.

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Carolina Goldrusher, Carowinds: It’s a mine train, so it kind of just is what it is. But Carowinds’ lineup is admittedly kind of bad after AB and Fury (and 232 if they haven’t trimmed it to the point it feels like another ride that I like a helluva lot less than Tiny Tim), so this ends up being one of the more tolerable rides there. God, I can’t wait for Copperhead.

Goats on the Roof’s Mountain Coaster: It’s on RCDB, so I guess it’s a credit. Fun enough, but I still prefer the bobsled buddy just up the road. I had more fun listening to my mom and sister’s reactions to it though. I bet it would be really pretty to ride at night.

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Raven, Holiday World: My birth-year coaster! And what a great one to share it with. The setting is gorgeous on this ride, and because it plays with the terrain, its “hidden drop” is one of my favorite coaster moments. I see how this thing used to rack up the Tickets back in the late 90s.

Legend, Holiday World: This ride combines everything I love about Beast and MyTi, and for that, I adore it. The laterals are mental on this thing! The name is nothing short of fitting. Maybe the true Son of Beast was the really good coaster Holiday World built all along.

Thunderbird, Holiday World: Oh look, it’s my favorite wing! It does everything I like about Wild Eagle but better, playing hard with the terrain and being surprisingly forceful. The launch is nothing short of delicious. A class-act coaster for a class-act park. Well done, B&M. Well done, Koch family. And well done, Thunderbird, for being such a damn good boy.

Howler, Holiday World: I rode it for the credit to ensure my 100th would be awesome, and that’s all my dignity will let me say about that.

Voyage, Holiday World: Utterly fucking fantastic, and my new favorite night ride. The laterals left me some very pretty bruises. (I also rode this with Koaster Kids lmao.) What a phenomenal ride. BEYOND well-done, Gravity Group. But what else can we expect from the people who made our new savior, Oscar’s Wacky Taxi?

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Thunderbolt, Six Flags New England: Similar to CG at Carowinds, it’s an old-ass wooden coaster that ends up being one of the better rides in the park by virtue of SFNE’s lineup dying in the water after WC and Supes. It was definitely my least favorite of the day, and I really only rode it to make my 90th credit special when we went back to Ohio.

Wicked Cyclone, Six Flags New England: This ride cracked my phone protector and I think that tells you everything you need to know about Wicked Cyclone. While I had heard he wasn’t doing too hot this year overall, this ride was violent when we were there. I can’t wait to go back and see if that holds up, because if it does, I know I’m going to be thrown from my seat in the best ways possible yet again.

Superman- The Ride, Six Flags New England: I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you. FUCK. I love this ride. While I do think 305 beats it out as my favorite new credit of 2018, it was close. This almost became my overall #1 for a hot moment, and if it gets some new trains, well...anything’s possible. I didn’t want to overhype the ride for myself, but I’d also been salivating over this ride for 5 years so. However, unlike other rides on this list that I will rightfully eviscerate, Superman lived up to every ounce of hype and then some. We stan 1 boy with clinical depression, and that boy is SFNE Supes.

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Adventure Express, Kings Island: *breath in* It’s a mine train, so it is what it is. There’s a reason why what happens to this ride in the Project Shooting Star universe happens, and I hope he enjoys the rest of his afterlife circa 2003-ish knowing he died as a hero (kinda? at least ya tried), but I’m indifferent at best on this ride. Now that I have the credit, you won’t see me on it again.

Invertigo, Kings Island: Why was this not nearly as horrible as I thought it was going to be? It didn’t hurt at all. I may actually ride it again, honestly. (Okay, probably not, but.)

Firehawk, Kings Island: Eh, yeah, I was kind of sad to see it go, namely because I knew how much my friend Gabby liked it. I’m not a fan of the flying type coasters, but I will say this completely kicks the crap outta Nighthawk. Here’s to hoping whatever replaces it is awesome! (And I will laugh my ass off if it’s a giga dive.)

Backlot Stunt Coaster, Kings Island: You’re cool. You’re not “wait to see you more than 15 minutes” cool. I wanted to gray out on that helix so bad, but here we are.

Diamondback, Kings Island: What a good snake. This is what 232 should have been. It’s probably my second favorite B&M hypercoaster. I heavily dig the splashdown, and it’s always fun to try and touch it when you nyoom on through. I really enjoy this ride. Much love to my girl.

The Beast, Kings Island: WOW I SURE DO LOVE MY ALOCHOLIC MOM. What an icon. And the night rides, ugh!! So good. A classic, my favorite in the park, and I don’t think there’s ever gonna be anything quite like it ever again. Worth the drive to get there, and worth the waits when we had to stick it out. Phucking legendary.

Mystic Timbers, Kings Island: Okay yes I still like Thunderhead the best BUT. God, I really love Mystic Timbers. It grew on me, even though that fuckin’ ugly-ass name never did. (God, they did this ride so dirty.) It’s a really great ride, and probably my second favorite in the park. I’m proud to say it’s my new lanyard. It’s fun, lots of good floater air, and while the shed can be disappointing to some, I think it’s a nice way to kill time on the brake run. Catch me screaming Bonnie Tyler in the shed. I love my big tiddy lumber business wife.

Vortex, Kings Island: Eh, it’s aiight. It’s hard as frick to find the entrance for this if you don’t know where to go to. TN Tornado and Nessie spoiled me, but it certainly wasn’t as awful as Carolina Cyclone. I don’t really have that much to say about this ride, honestly.

Flight of Fear, Kings Island: Can’t say much else that I didn’t say for KD. I think I prefer this one just a bit, but ugh, I love them both. What good dudes. Also, getting to see the spaghetti bowl was neat-o-rama.

Racer, Kings Island: From a purely ride standpoint, it’s aiight. A little on the rougher side, but that doesn’t terribly bother me. I know it’s a ride that means a lot to a lot of people. But there’s something about this ride to me that feels extremely weird and I have no earthly idea what the hell it is.

Bat, Kings Island: The ride itself is kind of just “meh.” Slightly less meh than Iron Dragon, but still pretty meh. But there’s something about this ride, and I don’t know if it’s that it feels like the Oregon Trail to get there and it’s eerily quiet down that way, or if it’s because you get too close for comfort with the cursed-ass SoB station, or what. But this ride feels very, very…. off.

Also, daily reminder that Five is Dead.

Banshee, Kings Island: This ride is cute and you all can take several seats. No, it isn’t my favorite Inverted coaster. It honestly falls around #4 for me, middle of the pack. But dammit, this ride is still really good and I will fight whoever says it isn’t. It gets undeserved hate. I really like it, both to look at and to ride. (Seriously, this ride is nothing short of beautiful.)

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Iron Dragon, Cedar Point: If you look up “Meh” in the dictionary, there’s a probably a picture of this ride. It’s got a very pretty setting, all things considered, and it’s not a bad ride. It’s just not one of my favorites. It makes me miss Big Bad Wolf like burning.

Cedar Creek Mine Ride, Cedar Point: Again, it’s a mine ride so it is what it is. It’s kind of just there. It wouldn’t hurt my feelings if they got rid of it for an Infinity (a la Smiler) or GCI like rumors I’ve heard.

Blue Streak, Cedar Point: I’m not that crazy about this one, honestly. It’s fun for what it’s worth, but I’d rather be kickin’ it with her green neighbor. Like ID, it isn’t a bad ride, and I’d be more likely to ride this one again even though I have the credit already. I’m just not a huge fan.

Corkscrew, Cedar Point: I rode it once for the credit, and I probably won’t ride it again. But hey, at least it looks pretty.

Top Thrill Dragster, Cedar Point: Raw speed. Raw fun. If it’s open when you go, you gotta do it. Or try to. If she feels like being sociable. She usually doesn’t. Take everything I said about Ka and put it here. What a rush. (It’s also very fun to scream “I love you, bitch” at Millennium from the top.)

Gemini, Cedar Point: Real talk, this thing is fun as all hell. When I think of the phrase “ good, clean fun”, this is the coaster that pops into my head. I had a blast on this thing, and while there’s other stuff there I’d prefer to ride first that usually cuts my time to see Gem, I think it’s a solid ride.

Steel Vengeance, Cedar Point: I wanted to go easy on it and try to find the good when I went on it in May, lick the wounds of disappointment as it were. But after seeing the cult mentality this ride gets and getting an utterly garbage spin on it in August, fuck this ride and the horse it rode in on. Waste of space and the worst RMC I’ve done by far. Tell me why this thing felt like 232. Tell me why people unironically say “the ~*almighty*~ Steel Vengeance!” Tell me why people want you dead if this isn’t your #1. Such a piece of shit. I’m disappointed in you, Rocky Mountain Construction. I know you can do better than whatever the fuck this pathetic excuse of a coaster was.

Valravn, Cedar Point: Eh... sorry, guys, Griffon spoiled me. Without the vests, I think I would enjoy this a bit more. But as it stands, no thanks, I’m good.

Rougarou, Cedar Point: Eh....sorry, guys. The first half is tons of fun! But the second half is too headbang-y even for my tastes. Swap restraints with Val, and I would like both of them a lot more.

#allykat's personal crap #I love 305 and superman so much #and phoenix!!!!!!!!! god ya girl phucking loves phoenix #but yeah steve can go fucking choke

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