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#moments with Sebastian
cevans-is-classic · 1 year
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Y'all would be self indulgent to write a moments with Sebastian where he realized Reader is a pedro fan and has a genuine moment of "You are never allowed to meet him ever. At least with Chris you can't barely talk — you'll run away with this man instantly."
And reader is like "I just think he's neat."
Seb planning how to artfully avoid losing his partner to the magnetic force which is Pedro Pascal 🤣🤣🤣🤣
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drrav3nb · 17 days
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CHRIS EVANS as Steve Rogers SEBASTIAN STAN as Bucky Barnes CAPTAIN AMERICA: CIVIL WAR (dir. Anthony Russo, Joe Russo)
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ef-1 · 10 days
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[Seb was trying to shake Daniel's hand, and Daniel tried to fist bump him]
Daniel: I was trynna give Seb knuckles, he wants to shake my hand so- the formalities were getting confused these days, people just hug.
Int: Hug it out!
Daniel: Yeah, hug it out.
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[Seb fixes Daniel's sleeve while he's talking, unrolling it from where it's ridden up]
Daniel: he's even fixing my shirt! He's got good etiquette, he's a very responsible man.
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azuneekun · 8 months
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i misunderstood a convo with my friend @harvestdew
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waltersghost · 24 days
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Seb keeping Kimi out of trouble to then be dragged into trouble
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sebsgoldpinkyring · 25 days
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why is sebastian always 0.2 seconds away from kissing anthony in interviews. like. what is going on there, sir?
+ BONUS
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sebadztian · 5 months
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There's not a lot of Sebaciel content lately (Sebaciel nation where art thou?) and I'm still stuck on the subject of Sebby going nom-nom-nom on Ciel (or trying to...). So, here's yet another analysis rambling on this particular subject...
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Look at how sad and disappointed the demon was that he didn't get to eat his meal :(
Long rambling under the cut!
In all seriousness though...
Was he really going to take Ciel's soul?
Yes.
At some point, he was in Ciel's head in a last ditch attempt to get his master back. He really was 90% earnest about the whole thing. But how about the 10%? I think, this is that 10%... 👇
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I think that 10% was hope. Hope that his young master was still in there somewhere, hope that he'd get his young master back. After all, he'd said it himself that what he finds most amusing right now was playing Ciel's butler. And what is a butler without a master? Without Ciel, the game will be boring and the demon has no reason/desire to continue playing it.
References (beause I don't want people saying I'm pulling that theory out of thin air)...
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And I think, Ciel approved it.
It was a rude awakening, I agree, but he wasn't angry at Sebastian for acting out of turn or for having almsot eaten him alive.
And I think this is what has deepened their trust in each other and moved their relationship forward.
How?
Ciel was at a very vulnerable state. He was genuinely scared of Sebastian. He wasn't himself (or maybe he was). He wasn't in a state where he could order Sebastian around.
And Sebastian has to decide on his own course of actions. He acted independently (sending a sample to the palace, asking for Sieglinde's help, agreeing to be her butler). It was just like what Tanaka has said, Sebastian was preparing for his master to come back.
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Sebastian has acted in his master's best interests (although his method was questionable at best) and Ciel recognized that. This is the instance where Sebastian truly acted like a butler.
I believe that if Sebastian really 100% wanted to take Ciel's soul, he could've done it in seconds. He didn't have to give that speech about the terribly dull ending and all that. But he was trying to egg Ciel on, to taunt him, hoping that his master would raise to the challenge and take the bait because that's how they flirt play their game, by taunting and teasing each other. This is their dance. That's the master that Sebastian knows.
And Ciel did! He came through for Sebastian and for himself! He was back to be the master that Sebastian has come to know and love respect.
Afterwards, they both had a revelation. Ciel realized that his demon has truly become his butler, and Sebastian realized that he was enjoying this butler 'game' way too much and he doesn't want it to end. Or perhaps, he's even gone a step further and realized that this is no longer just a game to him (this particular theory is pulled out of thin Sebaciel air).
And that's how they both took a step closer to each other.
If Ciel hadn't taken the bait, if he had chosen to stay in that cage instead of reaching for that smug demon he called a boyfriend butler, then Sebastian would've taken his soul because then he'd know that his Bocchan was truly gone.
And I believe that he'd have a completely different expression across his face after the deed has been done.
Thank you for coming to my Sebaciel talk!
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tangerineseed · 4 months
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nullbutler · 11 months
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Sebastian, white knuckling the bathroom sink: I am simply one hell of a butler. I am simply one hell of a butler. I am simply one hell--
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icantdothistodaybruh · 11 months
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skitskatdacat63 · 7 months
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2011 Italian Grand Prix - Vettonso
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cevans-is-classic · 1 year
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Moment Twenty Four
For @xoxoloverb Happy Holidays beautiful!!
18 + only, please. Adult content below, adult language, me using my playlist as inspiration.
Moments with Sebastian
Seb is here and My Masterlist is here!
It’d been raining. That was how your day started, a jog that was cut short by rain that the weather channel promised wouldn't hit until the next day. You stopped inside a cafe to get some water and a muffin and someone bumped into you, knocking you against the door; hard. That’d been easy to get over, but then you stepped on something as you got into the train and it made you slip into someone with bad body odor who stood in front of you the whole time, arm up, just right there — in your face. 
So, yeah, this morning sucked. 
The only thing that had kept you going was knowing you’d be heading to Seb’s place that evening. You’d been spending more and more time at his place, snuggling into his couch, comfort melting you against him at night, the warmth of knowing you were welcome anytime, any day and you’d felt the same freedom with him in your space. 
It was new. 
It made the hard days easier to handle, the night when you couldn’t sleep, couldn’t focus, or needed to be around someone that made you feel safe. 
You loved him. 
The trudge up his stairs was your least favorite moment of going to his place, especially with wet shoes and goosebumps crawling up your arms and down your spine. It was getting colder — you needed to wear warmer jogging gear and, maybe, pay better attention to the weather and not just the news. 
Your shoes squelched as you pulled them off and dropped your socks on them along with your soaking yoga pants. You needed to bring them to the laundry room — finding Seb felt more important; the nerves twisting your stomach leading you through the front room and up the stairs. 
You’d heard the music when you opened the door, a muffled beat, and thudding which had to have been Seb moving around. He listened to music when he cleaned, loud, running through his playlist over and over until he moved on to the next task and swapped the playlist to keep himself going. 
It was enduring.
“-The girls need a break tonight, we’re gonna take the chance to get out on the town we don’t need romance-” He mumbled the next line, bopping his head left to right, his hips twisted as he rearranged the contents on the nightstand, lifting the lamp to wipe it down, “-oh, oh, oh, really wild, yeah, doin’ it in style-” He pulled the comforter back up the bed; you noticed he’d changed the sheet and switched out pillow cases. 
You watched the line of his back, the bunch of muscle when he lifted the duster to his lips as a mic. His wrist flicking, forearms flexing, “Man, I feel like a woman!” 
That had him spinning on the balls of his feet, swinging his hips as he did so. His eyes were closed performing the song, singing along with his whole heart and soul; it was the cutest damn thing you’d ever seen in your whole life. 
Here was a man known for playing the twisted characters, a man who portrayed a tortured soldier, a cannibal, and a greedy cousin and he was singing Shania Twain as loud as he could with a yellow sweeper duster in his hand, hair fluffy and curls flopping over his forehead. When his eyes opened and he watched him break out into a bright smile. 
“Baby!” Seb dropped the duster on the nightstand, and then dashed forward, wrapping his arm around you, spinning you round and round. You couldn’t help laughing, throwing your head back and squeezing your arms around his neck. 
“-Act totally crazy!” He sang, loud, thunderous. The energy rolling off him was contagious. He let you down and bounced around with you to the song. 
“Can you feel it? Come, come, come on baby-” You both shook your heads, hair wild, moving as you shouted out the last line of the song, “-I feel like a woman!” Seb caught you around the middle again, spinning both of you one last time until you landed on the bed and he could bury his face. He was singing the next song against your neck, lips brushing the words of the song into your skin, pulse thundering between you two. 
“Noone else on earth-” Seb ran his hand down your side, fingers shifting and pulling the wet shirt up and off. You shimmied to get your underwear off. His clothes were quick, hitting the floor in time for the music to swell.
“Let's warm you up.” He grinned, blue eyes flashing. 
Your lips only separated when one of you sang along; teeth, tongue, and hands following the rhythm of the music. Seb braced the small of your back to shift both of you further up the bed, his cock nudging your thigh, tongue tracing your collar, your chest, circling your nipple before biting down and making you gasp.
You’d never felt music the way you were feeling it with your nails dragging down Sebastian’s back, over his ass to push him against you, his own fingers digging into your thigh to hold you open — the next song started as he slid into you and your gasp matched the drag of Josh Turner's voice.
“You gotta be careful with a dynamite stick-” Seb huffed a laugh thrusting forward, catching you in a kiss, licking the inside of your mouth, hips fucking up as you dropped and met each other match for match, the music sparked the fire between your bodies. Sweat pooled from his chest, sliding his skin with yours, your hands gripping his ass, heels pressing in as you dropped the kiss with a gasp. 
Seb groaned when you bit at his neck, catching the cord of muscle, feeling him swallow the next moan as you moved your own hips faster — both of you using the other to ratchet the pleasure higher, higher — the music changed; genre and all. 
Both of you laughed, one of your hands moving to grab his chin. “It’s getting hot in here.” 
Seb bared his teeth. “It fucking is.” 
“Bast-” He fucked up hard. You groaned, squeezing his jaw, your point finger slipping past his lips. 
Seb licked your finger, biting the tip. His eyes locked with yours, the burning in your thighs spread, moving down to your feet, stomach tightening. You hooked his jaw with your finger and tugged. Sebastian snapped his hips hard enough that you felt it in your throat, “Make me come, Bast. Please, fuck, fuck come for me, Bast.” 
He picked up speed, one hand holding your thigh tighter around him, the other grabbed your hip to pull you down faster, harder, his mouth fell open tongue slipping under your fingers as you clawed down his back, "Fuck - Bast, yes." 
The last lines of Clumsy played as Sebastian cried out his release, his thighs quivering, head dropping into the crook of your neck. It went quiet for a moment both of your harsh breathing filling the space between songs. You pressed a kiss to his temple and shifted to roll him off you when the next song started and both of you laughed hard enough for Sebastian to knock his head into your jaw. 
“Ah, ow, Seb.” You laughed, shoving him off. 
Sebastian wickedly grinned as he apologized. “You looked angry.”
You nodded, “I was.” 
Sebastian squinted his eyes. “And?” 
“I'm okay. Well, actually” His brow furrowed and mouth dropped to reply, “I got some wet ass pussy over here, Sebastian.” 
He laughed hard enough to run out of breath, both of you dissolving into uncontrollable giggles; any frustration you’d felt when you’d come home disappeared in the sounds of him trying to rap Eminem.
I had another story planned for my good friend, but this inspiration hit me and it felt right to write it for them!!!!!!!
I love you!!!!
@moonlacebeam
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spaceyaceface · 10 months
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Sebastian loves like a wildfire.
It only takes a spark, and he's ignited---hungry and desperate, unwavering and uncontrollable. He doesn't care what crosses his path as he loves; he will destroy it. Approaching his flames is a risk, one that is all too worth the burns. It takes fuel to love so recklessly, and you and him will give and give and give until there is nothing left to consume.
Ominis loves like a river.
What starts as a gentle trickle turns into an unstoppable current. The flow, steady and consistent, is his quiet strength. There are times of near stillness, those moments when all seems settled, but the rapids are always waiting around the bend. He is a force---one that takes time, but will cut down mountains.
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ef-1 · 2 months
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Historic F1 Rivalries | Part 2 : Alonso vs his Demons
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what's the prize? one million jelly-beans?
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zetadraconis11 · 2 months
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HL Incorrect Quotes #88
Sebastian: What are we doing?
Ominis: Wasting our lives.
Sebastian: I meant for lunch.
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