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fandomfluffandfuck · 7 months
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just want to preface that i am overcome with horny thots abt seb getting his teeth checked out, fingers getting all over that lil snaggletooth he has, pulling out his plump lip that seb likes to bite when he's self-conscious abt them... just wanna shove some digits in there, keep his mouth open and drooling y'know? 🥵
[Link] to a gif of a guy standing there, having his teeth/gums examined by someone else. You can't see the other person, just their hand and forearm coming into the gif.
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I 👏🏻 love 👏🏻 this 👏🏻 idea 👏🏻
Suddenly, I am struck with an AU idea... Chris' dad is a dentist, yeah? Sebastian has an oral fixation, yes? Sebastian's had his teeth fixed... you see where I'm going with this, huh?
I'm not taking requests right now, but I couldn't help myself... 👀
Sebastian moves to a new area, his old dentist retires, his usual denist doesn't specialize in teeth aesthetics (straightening, whitening, etc.), or whatever you want to imagine happens happens. But, either way, Sebastian is in need of a new dentist. So. Enter Chris Evans.
Dentist Chris Evans.
The most fucking handsome man Sebastian has ever fucking seen. Let alone the most handsome dentist he's ever laid eyes on. It makes Sebastian's appointment the best, worst experience of his life. The dental hygienist was lovely, lively, and happy; talking to him as if their hands weren't in his mouth and he could actually respond. The usual in a positive way. But this...
This man standing in front of him is not the usual.
He knocks on the separating wall between this little dental area and the next, asking the hygienist, "you ready for me?"
They hum, "yup, just one second," finishing up.
And Sebastian gets exactly half a second to panic before the dentist--Chris, the hottest man he's ever seen in his life--sits down on the stool the hygienist was just sitting in. Close enough to touch. Jesus. He's gonna touch him.
God.
Not like that.
But--
In his dreams.
Sebastian tries to hide his shiver, je can't entirely. But, either way, if he notices or not, Chris is just as friendly and lively, maybe even more so, introducing himself as "Chris" rather than "Mr. Evans" or "doctor of dentistry Evans" or anything reasonable. Just his first name. It's a good name. He's so fucking handsome that Sebastian is happy he can't gurgle out any sort of response, as excused by his hands in his mouth.
His... very, very large hands.
Thick fingers.
Long fingers.
Wide palms.
Biiiig hands.
Big but gentle as he examines his mouth and the hygienist's work.
Sebastian can't open his mouth wide enough, and Chris' hands are too large for his tongue not to rest against some part of his hand as the exam stretches on. Sebastian feels strangely embarrassed about it. He doesn't want to--
He does want to lick his hand.
But he shouldn't be!
It's harassment!
He shouldn't be licking his new fucking dentist's hands!
Sebastian is shaken out of his gay panic by Chris' equally handsome voice, "you bite your lips a lot?" He searches through the little tray of tools at his side. Rustling around.
"Uh," Sebastian flounders, "yes? How did you--should I, should I not? Am I being," he coughs, "doing. Am I doing something b--" Seb cuts himself off before he says 'bad.' He. No. He doesn't need to think about being bad or good right now. Not right now when he's on his back, and he couldn't possibly hide--
No.
Especially not in these pants.
Shit.
"Your lips are very red," Chris explains, shrugging one shoulder and finally selecting another little tool.
"Oh." Sebastian swears he sees the dentist's blue eyes dark down to his lips, getting stuck there, and swallowing thickly. Seb has to restrain from biting his bottom lip again now. "Okay?"
"Try not to," Chris teases, drumming his fingers against his shoulder. Friendly. "You wouldn't wanna hurt yourself."
Sebastian feels himself flush hot. He's being friendly. It's endearing. This is a good, happy atmosphere. Any undertone in his smooth, deep voice is a projection from Sebastian.
This is his job.
This is his job, Sebastian reminds himself. His propensity for handsome men, big and tall, and their commanding voices and imposing looks and slipping their fingers (and other things) in his mouth should not be brought into this place of professionalism.
Fuck.
"Open for me?" Chris interrupts his thoughts again. Good fucking thing.
Thoughtlessly, Sebastian obeys.
"Hm..." Chris' eyebrows pull together behind the frames of his glasses, "a little wider." He waits for Sebastian to obey listen. "Good. Thank you."
Sebastian burns hotter.
He closes his eyes for a blink but ends up someonewhere else. He's not laid back on a dentist's chair. He's laid back on a bed with his head hanging off the edge of the mattress, mouth open for inspecting, possessive fingers testing his gag reflex and admiring his pink, wet tongue and the velvet-soft insides of his cheeks before sliding his cock in. In his mouth. Down his throat. Choking him. Making him cry.
Fuck.
Sebastian tries to swallow the excess saliva suddenly pooling in his mouth with his mouth wide open, Chris' hand still in his mouth. He chokes. Chris backs off and pats his shoulder, dimly telling him to take his time and apologizing while Seb turns redder and redder and boils alive in his heated embarrassment.
Once his coughing fit is over from his actual drool going down the wrong pipe, Chris tells him, "you have really nice teeth, by the way. Can I ask why you're here interested in straightening. That was it, right? Sorry, I only briefly got to look over your chart."
"Uh, it's okay. Th-thanks," Sebastian is apparently not going to stop blushing any time soon. "They're crooked, though."
Chris shrugs, "nothing wrong with crooked teeth unless they're causing you pain." He looks around conspiratorial, when he finds that the dentail hygienist has made themself scarce, he whispers, "I'm not supposed to say it, but I happen to think crooked teeth are cute."
Is--
Is he being hit on?
Sebastian nearly squeaks as he says, "really!?"
"Yeah," Chris offers easily, "they've got character."
They look at each other for a moment. Sebastian is... captivated. He's so goddamn attractive.
"Yours aren't hurting you, right?"
He totally is hitting on him. He has to be! Yours as in your cute crooked teeth! Right!?
"No?" Sebastian should know he's not hurting because of his teeth, but he can't help but cower wonderfully under his authority. So, it comes out as a question.
"That's great!" Chris says, "oo, what's the story then?"
"I, uh," Seb stutters, "I'm on camera a lot."
Chris raises an eyebrow, a mischievous look in his eyes, "camera, huh?"
Sebastian covers his face with his hand, he's blushing so hard that he's melting in this fucking dentist chair. This is how he dies. "I'm an actor," he clarifies. Or. No. That makes it worse. "Not that kind of actor," he says in a rush.
Chris laughs with him, pleasant. "Well," he shrugs, "you never know with the characters we get around here."
There's an undertone with how his gaze lingers on Sebastian... like maybe Chris thinks he has the looks of someone who's on camera in that way. That kind of actor. A porn actor. Sebastian is flustered but not really because flustered is an understatement.
"So," Chris goes back to his examination, "actor, huh?" Sebastian struggles to make any sort of affirmative sound. He's struggling to breathe. He's struggling not to take the familiar sensations of fingers in his mouth and suck. Chris is so handsome, and he keeps touching him. Right now, he's dragging his fingertips over Sebastian's gums under his top lip, "I assume you'll be interested in whiting, too? Not that you need it."
Sebastian barely nods.
"Actor..." Chris murmurs to himself, "I'd ask you what I've maybe seen you in, but I don't think I've seen you in anything. I don't want a ton of TV or movies and--"
Sebastian must imagine the feeling because he, he swears he can feel Chris stroke his index finger down the inside of his cheek.
Oh, God.
"I would've remembered a face like yours."
Oh. God.
Sebastian is absolutely hallucinating sensations. Chris did not--he did not press two fingers down in the flat of his tongue.
Unless--
Sebastian makes a mortifying, mortifying sound. A little whimper.
"I think..." Chris pulls his fingers from his mouth, a string of saliva connecting Sebastian to the blue latex over his thick fingers. He removes them with a sharp snap, snap, exposing his veined, wide hands with just the appropriate amount of hair. How is there an appropriate amount of body hair?
What?
"I think the plan for you will be to come back in and see my colleague so he can set you up with invisalign and a few whiting sessions. Nothing major."
"Y-your colleague?" Sebastian stutters, he should sit up, but he's not--
He feels like he's spinning. He's maybe, maybe not hallucinating being hit on. So--
"Yeah. I," is it his imagination, or is Chris blushing? "I would rather not see you professionally again--"
Professionally?
"--Because, and I'm sorry if this is presumptuous, but I would rather see you somewhere more casual, maybe a coffee shop? Maybe dinner?"
"Um," Sebastian thought he was blushing before, it doesn't hold a candle to whatever the fuck redness must be staining his cheeks now, "anything?"
Chris grins, wide, "perfect."
Sebastian can't help but match his dopey expression.
So, Sebastian goes home with the number of very, very attractive dentist and a place and time for their first date. However, he so doesn't go home and fist himself desperately, on his knees, next to his bed like he's praying before he goes to bed, mouth wide open, moaning, imagining Chris' touch slipping between his lips, fingers warm and slick but much less gentle and definitely not covering with the thin, thin barrier of latex. Seb doesn't want anything between them.
Seb wants to taste Chris on his tongue. He wants him to hold his jaw in those big, hands. He wants to know every curve and crease of his hands. He wants to feel him curl his fingers and tug on his teeth. He wants him to stroke the inside of his cheeks. To circle his lips, tugging at them. To press into his gums. To press down on his tongue. To gag him. To choke him. To make him drool. To try to make one of those huge hands fold into a fist inside his mouth, stretching his lips, forcing tears from his eyes, and making him shake with pleasure. He loves having his mouth full. And he has the feeling that Chris' hands are not the only thing that would stretch his lips, make him choke, and open his jaw wiiide.
Guh.
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oh-lemon-boy · 10 months
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I knew I had a type
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cable-knit-sweater · 1 year
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You literally can’t tell me Sebastian didn’t enjoy getting slapped in the face just a little
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musette22 · 1 year
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someone said Julianne knew about Sebs praise kink and that's why she did what she did and listen, i believe it 🤣 she just wanted to see him crumble in real life lmao
I would not be surprised at all if she did know, she played him like a fiddle 😂😂 This may not have been praise, exactly, but she was being deliberately dominant and demanding an answer from Sebastian, and this poor boy just got so damn flustered, immediately. Like, she must have known he'd react like this, look at her delighted reaction lol. She knew what she was doing!
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Gif credit to the truly incomparable @yourbuckies from this incredible set 💜
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ixalit · 2 years
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Can you.... can you make a bi!sub!seb playlist...?
As you wish
(also on apple music)
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moonarchvs · 2 years
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I've never fallen from quite this high
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falling into your ocean eyes
[ part 10 / ? of dee's simp diary ] [p9]
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hannah-stagram · 3 years
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On today’s version of a text post that no one needs feat. inappropriate thoughts at 11:15 am
I absolutely want to ruin this man
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As said by my best friend @somerandombud, seeing pictures of Subastian: “It gives me this feeling of like I don’t care what we do as long as we’re sinning”
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fandomfluffandfuck · 6 months
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Certified Good Boy Posture™️
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cable-knit-sweater · 1 year
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MAYAAAAA 😭😭😭😭😭 i know you've gone to bed so you probably won't see this until tomorrow but I'll still be crying about it tomorrow too so that's fine 😭🌟💗 THE NEW VIDEO OF SEBASTIAN @mdceleste posted on Instagram oh my GOD 💖💖💖💖💖
Have you ever seen a more adorable human??? He is such a cute bean, I can NOT 🥺 The fact that he's giving presents to kids at the Ronald McDonald house alone is so so sweet, but the fact that he's wrapping/bagging them himself and putting them under the Christmas tree and being SO GOSHDARN CUTE about it??? I'm just... I love this kind, generous man so freaking much, it's unreal. So grateful for Sebastian Stan tonight 💫💗🌟🥺
Anyway, I thought you'd understand how I'm feeling, hence the screaming in your inbox!! I hope you're sleeping very well and that you're dreaming about our precious boys cuddling with Dodger 🥰😘 ILY honey!!! 💓
MINNIEEEEE 😭😭😭😭 oh my goddddd I just saw the video, and I’m so overwhelmed with love for this man, this absolutely perfect angel baby 🥺🥺💖💖💖
This was the perfect thing to wake up to, although I’m crying into my morning coffee right now 😭 I’ve never seen anything or anyone cuter, like what the fuck Sebastian???? He’s so incredibly generous and good, and I love that soooo much about him, and whenever he does something like this i’m like… 🥺🥺💖💖🥰🥰🥰😭😭 How is anyone so sweet and kind and cute and wonderful and adorable??? We picked the right guy to obsess over 🥺
The WRAPPING!! How seriously he takes it!!!! The organizing them under the tree 😭 I’m still not over him asking about the cookie and saying he doesn’t know how to gift wrap, it’s just so freaking adorable 😭 I hope someone told him he did a great job with all of that, because clearly he really wanted to and was trying his very, very best 🥺 (and I don’t want to take away from the generosity of this but oh my god, all he wants is for someone to tell him what to do & tell him he’s a good boy, isn’t it? the subastian vibes ✨)
Also he’s just so…Sebastian about the whole thing, the cute little faces he makes. Oh god he’s the best. I’m soooo grateful for Sebastian Stan this morning too (and every morning, pretty much) 💛💛💛💛 I definitely understand how you’re feeling honey, like, my heart is exploding, basically 😭 Thank you so much for screaming about this in my inbox, I love that, and you, soooo much 💕💕💕 I hope you slept well too, and hope you have a wonderful day my love 🥰🥰
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musette22 · 1 year
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there is something about Sebastian kissing older women, Nicole, Julianne, Jessica, Denisse.... and when he mentioned he lost his virginity to an older woman and some of his gfs being older than him and then the guy he kisses in political animals was aso older like all the subastian feelings, all of them 🫠🫠🫠🫠
Hmmmm yes yes, I know what you mean! I'm not usually a huge fan of seeing Seb kiss women at all, but there was something about his how his character related to Julianne's character which made this pretty darn sexy and intriguing 👀🔥 Being subby/Dominant isn't necessarily age related of course, but it's true that Sebastian usually responds well to people who are confident and a little dominant towards him, and those are often traits associated with more mature/older people (though not exclusively imo!) Subastian is something else 💓
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ixalit · 2 years
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Sebastian: “A woman will always give you better direction, by the way.
But she was, she was like— *hits hand* Strong, she knew what she wanted and she communicated that to me really well, and I felt like I could, y’know, calm down and sort of just… follow her, her lead.
And um I felt like for me it was a very different thing than I usually kinda end up doing, and so… *shrug*”
[…]
Fan: “It’s a good thing that you can take orders from a woman.”
Seb: “Anytime. You don’t understand how I’m okay with that. Like, beyond.”
From Fandemic Tour Houston 2019
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fandomfluffandfuck · 3 months
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from my sub!sebastian pinterest board because I’m that guy
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Oh my GOD.
Yeah. Yeah, to all of those. I fucking agree. I thought I was gonna tell you which one was my favorite when I started reading these, but I can't. There's no fucking way. There's too much good here. Too much ✨️subastian✨️ vibes.
Sighing with his hands above his head...
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Such a smart boy with oral fixation...
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Cute and blushing
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And, just....
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Yeah 😮‍💨
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fandomfluffandfuck · 2 months
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Sebastian is shaking, eyes rolled back into his head, mewling because Chris won't let up. He just won't stop. He gets like this sometimes. Sebastian loves it and can't fucking stand it when he does. He literally can't stand it. He melts. Every time.
He feels like he's dying.
Chris is so fucking hungry, he's got two--not even three, Jesus Christ, Sebastian is weak--fingers inside him. He's viciously, unforgivingly rubbing his prostate. He's massaging his smooth, clenching, rippling internal walls. Sebastian is shaking, trembling, all this tension inside him at the same time that he can't even move. Chris pulls back and tugs on his rim. Then, without warning, he plunges deep inside him, feverish and wet, and makes Sebastian forget to keep begging; his, "please," turning into, "pluh-pluuuuuunnh, oh! Godddd!" He quivers, a few tears escaping down his cheeks in a desperate, sudden rush.
Chris has his over the back of the fucking couch, too, as if this wasn't embarrassing enough. How easy Sebastian is. Just two fingers, and he's weak. He's helpless. He's boiling over. Fuck, his pants are barely pulled down while Chris' wide, heavy chest is pressed bodily to his back, keeping him weighed down as if he would move if he could.
Sebastian can feel his thick, long fingers inside him, moving and curling and, guh. But he can also feel the flex of his forearm against his body. He's so strong. Holding him down. Fucking him. Sebastian doesn't have brains anymore. He's mewling like a damn cat; Chris is a fucking dog, chasing him, sinking his teeth into him, and practically drooling over him. Sebastian can feel his humid breath on his shoulder, crowded in the best, hottest way.
And, like that's not enough, also Chris is asking--in that damn rumbling, fucking low as shit voice--"mmm-hmm, that's it right there, isn't it, baby? That feels good, doesn't it, Seb?"
Sebastian can't think to respond. He can hardly still breathe. There's no oxygen. It's all combusting inside his tight chest, burning to fuel the fire ravaging him. He aches for Chris to fucking fuck him already, but he knows he won't. He's not going to be fucked, no matter how much he begs, not when Chris is in this fucking mood that makes him stubborn and greedy for Sebastian's death underneath him, tearing all the pleasure he can out of him.
He's aiming not for an orgasm but for the moment when Sebastian surrenders entirely, crying, sobbing, gasping, and understanding in his fucking bones that Chris has him. Chris has his pleasure. Chris knows him, and he'll stop when Sebastian is done. Sebastian doesn't know. Sebastian is too scrambled and melted to know anything, but anything anything anything. For Chris--anything.
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fandomfluffandfuck · 2 months
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okay so I’ve got more brainworms but school is absolutely beating my ass BUT.
imagine a needy, pliant, sweet Sebastian all by himself (wearing Daddy’s hoodie, of course), calling Chris and just being all desperate. And obviously Chris is gonna help out his princess! So Sebastian ends up fucking himself stupid on a dildo, whining about how “Daddy, need you! ‘S not as good as you, please!” and Chris is just firm and exactly what Seb wants and needs.
“C’mon, babydoll. You get what you get. Daddy wants to fuck you so bad, but he can’t. So take it like a good boy.”
Both of their accents have thickened, and their dirty talk is getting more intense by the second. Sebastian is long past worrying about if his neighbors can hear him moaning like a cheap whore, too wrapped up in the way Chris is telling him how he’s gonna make him scream and cry once they finally reunite. By the time Chris gives him permission to cum, Sebastian is barely holding on to his sanity.
When they finally do meet up again, Sebastian may or may not get a noise complaint or two.
I feel you about school beating your ass
Oh my god, though, what I wouldn't do to be a fly on the wall for that situation. The sounds that would be happening. Christ. Pure filth. Straight obscene.
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The accents.
The moaning.
The video call.
The fucking dildo.
I'm imagining it's a suction cup dildo and Sebastian is in the bathroom, the shower stall, holding the hem of Chris' sweatshirt between his teeth when he gets really into it, knowing he's gonna cum soon yet he doesn't get Daddy's clothes dirty, riding that toy, pushing back on it, fucking little sounds out of himself so easily. Even with the fabric stuffed into his mouth, between his swollen lips, he can't hide his noises. He's drooling into it Daddy's sweatshirt--so much for not dirtying it--making it wet. He keeps trying to mumble, responding to Daddy's filthy words thoughtlessly, and he gets just a few words out, slurred and incomprehensible. But, the whole time, his sweet, little sounds are made so much worse by the resonance of the tile. He echoes. Taking that toy deep just like he should, leaving himself quivering, unsteady on his toes with his eyes rolling back as he rides that fake dick good.
Daddy's calls him princess once, right as his ass is pressed thickly back against the shower stall tile, taking the toy as deep as he can get it, and that's it. It's over for him. There's only so much he can take.
Thanks for that mental image 😮‍💨😮‍💨
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fandomfluffandfuck · 4 months
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Imagine, if you will, Chris playfully denying and denying and denying Sebastian any indulgence in his oral fixation for what feels like, to Sebastian, forever.
It continues, dragging out unbearably, until Sebastian is literally dropping to his knees at Chris' feet. Then, the moment he's kneeling, words are coming out of him. And they are coming out embarrassingly whiny, his mouth crumbled into a pout. He can't stop himself. It all comes spilling out of him. He begs--near-frantic with a blush high on his cheeks--to just fucking be allowed to blow him.
Goddammit.
He's begging to have him in his mouth--his dick, his fingers, fuck, at this point he'll even take one of their gags. He's going out of his mind. He needs it.
He swears Chris has cleared the whole house of gum and hard candy, and every time they needed something from the store, Chris would volunteer to go, or he ordered it to be delivered and he didn't get anything for Sebastian to keep his mouth busy. Then, whenever Chris caught him biting his lip or chewing the inside of his cheek, he had the fucking gall to tug at his dimpled chin, tutting, "ah-ah, baby, you know better. Don't hurt that pretty mouth."
Yeah.
Sebastian is going out of his mind.
Barely holding on to his sanity, Seb is begging to choke and drool on his cock him, he's begging for him to put his fingers into his mouth, he's begging to have him again. He wants it. He needs it.
Yet...
Chris just smirks, eyes dark enough and hot enough to make Sebastian sweat as he dares to drag him to his feet. That predatory gleam works its way deep into Seb's body. Hr shivers. Sebastian whimpers, he doesn't care if he's dramatic, clinging to Chris while Chris keeps dragging him, his big, heavy hand hot on his arm. Authoritative. Directing. Steering him from where he finally broke in the middle of their damn living room to their bedroom.
Their bedroom where Chris uses that way-too-hot, gym-honed strength to throw Sebastian down onto the bed, laying him out on his back and stripping him. Just the fucking worst with how strong and demanding and domineering he is. It wrecks Sebastian more.
He's just lying there, all but sucking on his own tongue, overheating, while Chris is taking him apart. He doesn't even need to do anything. He's already taken Seb apart. Teasing him so thoroughly.
Now he's mouthing at his bare skin. They're smoldering, hot kisses that Chris is trailing down his neck to his chest, causing Seb arch up into him, gasping and whimpering. Grasping at his shoulders, his hair, and trying to find purchase somewhere, anywhere. His head is spinning. He's too hot. His nerves are fraying apart, sizzling and crackling with electricity.
He moans when Chris kisses his left nipple, making it harder, feeling tighter, then Chris uses just the right amount of teeth on his right. He gasps, "ah! Chriss!" Head thrown back into the pillows.
Chris' mouth makes a mess of him all the way down to just above his cock. But before he can swallow him down--hot, wet, and messy--the bastard comes back up.
Truly, now there's fucking nothing Sebastian can do but bite down on his lower lip savagely, whining in the back of his throat, nearly choking. He's so overwhelmed with need. It feels good. It feels so good. It's not enough. He wants--
His mouth feels so--
"Nnngh!" Sebastian whimpers harshly as Chris teases his bottom lip from between his teeth delicately. Kissing him devastatingly innocently even while the rest of him--of them screams of sex. It leaves him reeling and desperate for more.
He can't have more, though.
Chris won't let him.
Sebastian could, he could surge up, he's maybe not as strong as Chris right now but he could, and if he did, Chris would let him go, and he'd let him suck his cock like he's dying to, if Sebastian did, but...
God.
He doesn't want to.
He wants to earn his mouthful.
He wants it.
Chris kisses his right cheek, then his left, then his chin, then his forehead, then his cheekbones, then he starts whispering against his cheek. Talking rough. Vulgar filth overflowing from his plush lips as they caress his skin, causing shivers to rise all over his body. Head to toe. Chris's rich, low voice whispering about all the times he's used his mouth, all the times he's pushed his fingers between lips, all the times he's fucked his throat, all the ways he's filled him up...
God.
It's too much!
He can't take it.
And so Sebastian tries to bite down on his lip again, hungry for more than the yearning empty feeling filling his mouth. But Chris doesn't let him have the satisfaction. He grabs his jaw. Not letting him move. Seb can barely squeak out a whine.
Instead of letting him bite his lip until he bleeds, he's so desperate, Chris keeping talking, talking him through all of their greatest hits involving his "wet dream of a mouth" until... oh fucking hell, Sebastian is shaking out of his skin, vibrating in place.
There's a goddamn puddle of pre-cum sitting on his quivering abs, his fingers and toes are clenched, and his mouth is empty but it's fucking flooded with excess saliva. Drool. He needs something in his mouth so bad--
Sofuckingbad.
Of course, Seb sobs, "yes, please!" when Chris finally asks him if he thinks he deserves having his mouth filled.
If he doesn't deserve it--if he doesn't get it, he's gonna die.
It's the right answer. Begging him for it, that is. Because Chris is moving like a predator, smooth, rippling muscle, his eyes already tearing into him, just as vicious and wild as his teeth behind his smirking lips. Chris boxes him tighter into the bed with his heavy, feverish body pressing him harder into the mattress as he finally, finally leans in and pushes two of his fingers into his mouth. Barely getting them both between his lips before he spreads them like they're in his hole and not his mouth. Then.
Then, Chris slips his tongue into his mouth between his fingers. Fucking into him--licking into him like he's between his legs, rimming him, instead of on top of him and kissing him (if that's what you want to call this. Sebastian feels, really, like he's being claimed).
His tongue, fucking his full mouth, is hot and wet and dirty and enough of the first taste of what he needs so badly that Sebastian just--
He just lets go, flying off of the edge he was hardly perched on. Orgasming between their stomachs, surging up, trembling unevenly, and crying out into Chris' mouth, hardly muffled despite his tongue invading his body and his fingers filling his mouth up so perfectly.
It was worth the wait--worth the torture.
It feels so good to have something in his mouth after so fucking long.
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fandomfluffandfuck · 2 months
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S oh my god I’m going bananas
So I’m mainly thinking about TFA Seb who has made it his mission in life to make Chris go crazy. Drawn out, narrowed eyed looks, obscene lips curled for a second too long around the head of a beer bottle, innuendos and dirty jokes all made to make the night last forever.
They’re not even dating! But Seb knows that Chris likes him, and he also knows that Chris is too scared to make the first move. So he makes it absolutely fucking unbearable. It all comes to a point when they realize that it’s easier for Chris to just stay at Sebastian’s rather than take the hour’s drive home. So when Chris asks if Sebastian has any pajamas he can borrow, Sebastian just looks at him with a smirk.
“I don’t usually wear them, so no.”
“Well, what so you sleep in?” He asks, confused.
“Chanel No. 5.” Seb says, a fucking evil smile on his face.
Chris might seriously pass out.
“Unless I’ve got someone over. Then I usually get… preoccupied…” Sebastian continues, and Chris can feel his blood pressure hit the ceiling. It gets worse when Sebastian narrows his eyes and his grin gets bigger.
“You okay, Chris? You’ve gone a bit red…” His voice is innocent and sweet like honey, and Chris isn’t sure this is real.
“Y-Yeah, I’m fine.” His stutter gives him away immediately, and Sebastian giggles.
“You sure?” He asks, getting up from the chair and sitting down next to him. Chris can’t fucking breathe. He just nods. Sebastian puts a hand over his forehead like he’s checking if Chris is sick. They both know he’s not.
“You feel a bit hot… D’you want something to help you cool down?”
This time, there’s no response. Chris is pretty sure his brain has just shut off at this point.
“Oh, I know.” Sebastian gasps, like he hasn’t been teasing Chris for hours now. “You’re flustered, aren’t you?” Sebastian’s eyes are dancing with mischief, and Chris is so lost in them he can only nod.
“Poor boy. You’re all riled up, and you just want someone to help.” It’s not a question. In a split second, Sebastian is straddling Chris’s lap, his arms wrapped around his neck.
“You’re just needy, aren’t you, sweetheart?” He tilts his head, and Chris can see something black beneath his shirt. Sebastian notices his confusion and giggles again.
“You see something? Yeah, honey. I wore something special for you. Wanna see it?” Chris nods dumbly, because his mouth can’t do anything but wonder how Sebastian’s skin would feel under it.
Chris is fucking floored by what he sees when Sebastian pulls off his shirt. Pretty, delicate black lace sits cupping his chest, and Chris can see more peeking out from under his jeans.
“You like what you see?” Sebastian taunts, but is cut off because Chris finally finds his brain. He kisses Sebastian breathless, hands tight on his waist.
“Fuck yeah I do.”
Oh my fucking god
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I love this idea! 😮‍💨😮‍💨
Like, viscerally, I love, love, love this. I love flirty Seb. I love playful and teasing Seb. I, as we all know, am very much gone for submissive and sweet Sebastian but am also so fucking down for bratty, daring, and flirty Sebastian.
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There's just 🤌🏻something🤌🏻 about him.
I wanna smack him around, and you know he'd like that.
Just having Sebastian flaunt himself, daring and bold and unashamed, he knows he's wanted, so why not? He's just toying with Chris, waiting for him to snap, and that--that moment where Chris resolves shatters, that's the moment Sebastian is looking for. That's what he wants. He wants him to be unable to take it anymore, and then he wants Chris to make him take it 😮‍💨
Christ 🥴🥴
They're too much. What a fucking pair. Complete trouble. I can't believe them. Ugh!
Thank you for bringing bratty Seb back to the forefront of my mind. I will be consumed by thoughts of him once more.
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