Summary: You and Sebastian had lead roles in a pretty depressing film, and so you made it your goal to be as obnoxious and childish every other moment you had the opportunity. Also, it just so happened that Seb has casually mentioned he had a crush on you before you started working, so you both milk it every chance you get.
Word Count: 1k+
Warnings: Crackfic, fluff, bickering like children, being annoying, banter, typos, etc.
A/N: The crackfic mentioned in the request is in my masterlist, if you are interested to read it. I swear if I end up in another hole because of this T_T
Exhibit 1: casual interview moment
"Well you know," I start my answer to the question we were asked. I keep my gaze on our interviewer as I lean back on my chair and clasp my hands together, "I think for me, when I was getting into filming the more graphic scenes, it was just really important to immerse myself enough to make it believable, but also I made sure not to let myself fall in too deep in scenes where it gets too heavy."
I turn to Seb, "he's delved into war films before, so he might have a different answer."
Sebastian to my right, suddenly whips his head to me, "wait, what?"
I turn to him, placing my hands on my lap, "you've done a war film before."
"I have?" he scrunches his brows, causing annoyance to rise up my neck.
"Why are you being so annoying so early on in the interview?" I blurt back.
Sebastian breaks into a airy chuckle, "I'm not!" he raises his hands up, "I was just asking!" He snorts, adjusting his jacket, "I just didn't know you were so," Sebastian turns away from me to the interviewer, and shrugs, "obsessed with me."
I immediately straighten up and scoff out breathy chuckles, "Ho, ho, ho! He's saying this," I start, throwing my thumb to my right side, "as if he didn't turn red while he talked about me during that-- what," I place a hand by my ear, "that's right, 2019 red carpet interview. You know the one!"
I snap a look at him.
He had his head thrown back in laughter, hands on his face.
I break into my own sardonic chuckles, demanding satisfaction, "you know the one! You know the one! Pull up the receipts right now. Pull up the video where he sees me and turns red!"
At this point, Sebastian is pretty red now too, even after his attempts to literally wipe it off his face.
I pull my upper lip up, "don't test me, boy. I know I'm hot."
"Damn straight," he responds.
I break into a chuckle, "damn straight."
Exhibit 2: prank attempt #1
"This is a really bad idea," Sebastian tells the cameraman as he holds a plate, practically overflowing with whipped cream.
He sighs and wipes his lips down to his chin with his free hand, "like you don't even know how bad this idea is. That girl has spidey senses and can tell I'm doing some [censored] a mile away."
Sebastian sighs again then turns to the ceiling, muttering some sort of prayer under his breath. He walks in on set and slowly makes his way to his victim.
Everyone was in on it, so it should have been easy, especially since the prank was masked in a casual interview with a fake reporter.
Except-
"Don't you dare," I say loudly, not even turning away from interviewer when I said it.
Sebastian scrambles from behind, in a failed attempt to try and hide. The jig was up though. Though Sebastian himself was quick, the cameraman was not quick enough.
I storm over to the camera man and release chuckles of disbelief, "I knew it!" I chuckle, pointing to the camera accusingly, "I knew it the moment Ronald pulled me aside for such a random interview without you that something was up."
The entire crew at this point broke into laughter.
Sebastian makes a face at the camera before revealing himself and his plate of whipped cream.
"You scheming rat?!" I burst out, making everyone around me burst out in laughter with me.
Sebastian brings a hand to his chest, "it wasn't me! It was advertising! I was a pawn in this elaborate game of chess!"
"You look like you are clearly enjoying yourself though," I chide, placing my hands on my hips.
Sebastian stutters out, still holding the plate with one of his hands, "I-I hated every moment."
I roll my eyes, "well, have at it then and be done with it."
"Oh, I couldn't possibly-" but he quickly cut himself off by pressing the plate of whipped cream all over my face. I was too stunned to do anything and I was too caught up in the chorus of laughter from the crew, Sebastian, and my own, to react in any form of contempt.
Sebastian cheers, raising a fist as he pulls me into an embrace, licking the side of my face.
I let out a shrill and surprised squeal because of it, promptly calling out his full name in anger.
"Gotta blast," were his last words to the camera before running away.
Exhibit 3: makeup tutorial <3
"Look at this," I sigh as I bring a mirror up to my face, "this is probably the worst thing you have ever produced in your entire life."
"Thank you," says Seb with a lopsided smirk.
I point to my face as I look dead into the camera, "look at my face. This is disappointing," I turn back to the man beside me, "your mom is going to watch this video and be fully and utterly disappointed by you."
Sebastian, still on theme with his smirk, shakes his head, "already is."
We both break into laughter. Sebastian's hearty chuckle is not halted by the slap of my hand to his chest, "Sebastian!"
"What?" he shrugs, "when you do it, it's funny, but when I get in on the self loathing, it's not?"
"It's because-" I choke out with a laugh, "you didn't even try."
"Baby girl," he starts of stern and serious, "this is the best try I have ever done," he finishes breaking into deep laughter, losing his breath as he examines the creation he's done on my face. It's joker-like lipstick, messy bright eyeshadow on the left, even messier dark shadow on the right. Eyeliner drawn out to make me look like a panda, along with unnecessary marks on my cheeks and forehead.
"No, it's not!" I exclaim, "no, it's not, you absolute liar."
"Nah, nah, I genuinely tried at first," Sebastian says as I put down the mirror in my hand, "but then I got the eyeliner wrong, and it just felt better to do!"
"That's why they gave us wipes and makeup remover, Seb!" I call in annoyance.
"I'm sorry," he says, raising his hands in defeat.
I hand him the mirror and gently move his face towards me to show him the makeup I did on his face, "now look at what I did."
"Oh wow," Sebastian says breaking into a smile. He puckers his lips out, "I totally get this pose now."
I, and everyone on set, break into a laugh.
Sebastian chuckles, catching his breath before he seriously asks, "is this is? This is it, isn't it. Am I a baddie? This is what a baddie is?"
He looks around the room, fully enjoying the reaction he elicited, though he didn't get a response as everyone was losing their breath laughing.
Exhibit 4: crushes never go away
"What's my favorite thing about her?" Sebastian repeats the question letting out a long breath.
"Easy there, Stan," I warn in an amused tone.
Completely ignoring this, he narrows his eyes and trails off, "gee golly... it's been a long time since I've confessed my love to her, and since then," he puffs out a breath as he shakes his head, "I've been... disillusioned."
I break into a high pitched, shocked laugh. It's so funny and unexpected that I don't even think of a witty comeback and simply allow myself to laugh out loud.
Sebastian is pleased by my reaction and corrects himself, "no, but seriously. You know," he straightens up as he turns to the interviewer, "what I knew about her then was just a tidbit, a tiny speck of knowledge, but now that I've," he turns to me and takes a moment before continuing.
Having calmed down and caught my breath and I nod, encouraging him to continue, "now that you've breathed the same air I have."
He chuckles, pointing to me, "yeah that," he starts, breaking into another chuckle before continuing, "she's..." he lets out a breath and shakes his head, "she's honestly such a great gal, a great actor, amazing work ethic, amazing personality. 10/10," he ends with his signature stoic and casual look.
"AWWWwwwwwww," I burst out, placing my hands over my chest, "Sebas!!! I was so not expecting that!"
"Yeah, well, there you go."
Conclusion: the red carpet footage
"Celebrity crush," Sebastian repeats, the question. He looks absolutely dashing on this red carpert, bow tie, slicked back hair and all.
"Well, you know, there's this film I've been rewatching recently," he starts, mentioning the movie name, and the main actress casually.
The interviewer gasps at this, "really?"
"Yeah, she's great. She seems like a lovely person."
"Do you actually think so, or are you just saying that because she's walking by?"
Sebastian, as if the light had been drained from his eyes, blurts out, "she's walking by?"
He quickly whips his head back just as I was passing by right behind him. Because of this, he and I catch each other's gaze.
I offer him a smile and wave. I break into a chorus of thank yous when he says that he loves my work.
"Holy [censored]," Sebastian breaks into a laugh, cupping his face as it naturally burns bright after the encounter.
"Oh my gosh, look at him," the interview coos, breaking into a laugh. She fans Sebastian, allowing him to graciously take a moment for himself, "so? How are we feeling?"
"I swear to god, I had absolutely no idea she was even here," Sebastian chuckles out bashfully, still recovering from the encounter. He then lets out a breath and pulls on the collar of his shirt, "it's getting a little hot in here, don't you think?"
Hi! So I would like to request a Seb x reader one shot if you have the time ☺️ I just got diagnosed with Endometriosis today and am in need of some soft Seb... Could you write smth where Seb finds out that reader is always in pain during sex and never said anything, though he knows she has Endometriosis and usually cares for her during her period... and he then encourages her to get surgery to try and fix it? Only if it's okay though, I know it's very precise, sorry!
A/N; I am so sorry to hear about this hun, i hope there’s something that can be done, no one deserves to go through that kind of pain. I researched endometriosis and it certainly sounds horrible, I’m sending you all my love and support 💙
Endometriosis - Sebastian Stan x reader
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Summary; based on the request, I changed it a tiny bit so I hope that’s okay, I just feel like if r was in pain seb would notice, I hope you like it hun 🤍
Warnings; endometriosis, smut, oral sex (male and female receiving), 69ing, mentions of sex toys, illness, mention of alcohol, fluff, pain, swearing
divider by @firefly-graphics
It hurt like a bitch, there was no way to put it, or at least it was a simpler revelation of description at the prying of your womb had you near to tears. You laid your head down into the pillow, mushing it into the fabric, as you wanted the pain to dwindle down into nothing, and thus you tried to ignore your own suffering, as you turned over to be on your back, severely wincing by the change in position. A groan came from the other side of the bed, as the man that was laid there began to shuffle, in the midst of waking up.
“Morning.” He spoke with a hoarse voice, the steadiness obliterated by his blatant hangover that was haunting his form. Sebastian rubbed a hand over his eyes as he fully awoke, stretching his back as he reached his arm out, swiftly hooking it around the back of your neck as you allowed yourself to lay on the muscle. “Guess neither of us got laid, did we?” He laughed lightly, shaking his head, as he tipped his chin up, blinking his baby blues up to the ceiling.
“Considering that we’re in the same bed, and that you’re not a stranger to me, I guess not.” You laughed to your close friend, whom was aware of your condition, but not the extent of it. “Looks like you’re going to suffer from no morning sex Stan, I’m sure that sucks for you.”
“Usually it’s someone else doing the sucking.” You smacked his arm at his off handed comment, pulling a smirk out from the man as he turned to face you, pulling you closer by the contact that he had upon you. “I’m guessing your disappointed that you’re not waking up to some muscular, blonde haired and blue eyes patriotic punk.”
“If you’re describing Evans, i swear that I will punch you in the dick, I said he was attractive once.” You put emphasis on the amount of time(s) you had ever mentioned it. A pout quivered his lips, as he shuffled beneath the covers, angling his hips in a more comfortable position so that they weren’t being crunched down on the mattress.
“You can punch my dick, on the agreement that you kiss it better.” Seb allowed a hollow smirk to mull over his handsome features, as you swatted his bicep once more, an unhumored frown conforming its position upon your face.
“I’m not one of your hook ups, I’m not gonna get on my knees for you buddy.” You bantered back, raising a brow at his inquisition. No, you were not a past sexual partner of his; it was a constant of him never having a serious relationship, he opted for flings rather than any long engagements, you suspected that he had feelings for someone else, but you were not sure of whom.
The thought alone of him being endeared with the image of one woman brought a pain to your body, separate from your medical suffering. Though your opinion wasn’t fair, considering that you as well, or had your time of sleeping around before the pain in your inner walls became too much, and that was one of the many things that you had given up, more or less.
To support the montage of your body’s self torture, you had a mixture of hormone and tablets that helped reduce the unexplainable sensation that willed around in your lower half, swarming around like an internal snake bite in your own body.
“69 then?” He joked, but it felt so serious. You knew he wasn’t being truthful, it was the relationship the pair of you had, though his face had moved closer, his breath fanning over your face, making your heart prominently race as you thought about such a scenario. “Having mentioned Evans...” he began to change the conversation, having felt the heat that had radiated from your body.
“Go on.” You pried at him, interested in hearing what his friend had opted to say about the pair of you. It wasn't every day that you heard celebrities gossiping about you.
“He thinks we’ve hooked up.” Sebastian stated, making your neck reel slightly back as you took in the fact, of well, the perceived view point of a world renowned, household name, actor. A part of you was slightly embarrassed, you held your own cheek as the words that Chris had passed on sunk in on you.
“We, no, never. Okay, I’m exaggerating, that would not be so bad, but it would definitely be weird. But like, why does he think that, of all things?” You asked whilst partially laughing. It made you partially aware of yourself, and the prospect of you possibly having made your feelings obvious, but that however hadn’t been the case as Seb scratched over the stubble that he had on his chin, and did that awkward Bucky smile that had became humorous in his new marvel show.
“Of all things; it’s like you’re trying to break my heart babes.” With one diverging look from you, he knew he was done for. It always pained him to keep secrets from you, and this was the one that he had been hiding for so long. “You’re really going to make me say it, aren’t you? Okay, fine. I still can’t believe that you haven’t caught on, after all this time, but this just shows that you haven’t noticed how I try and scare away every guy with my money and power.”
“Yeah, I noticed that.” Lightly you scoffed, having many memories of such a situation. It was a pattern that kept repeating itself, but to you it had just become normal, and to say you were fine with it was not incorrect. It gave you hope that he could reciprocate the emotions that you held towards him, though having a wish like that was altogether hopeless. He was just protective, that was all, he probably saw you like a little sister, or something of the sort, that really put a drab annotation on the prospect of romance.
“Ever wonder why?” Ever, more like all the time, but you allowed him to continue without disruption, by doing so more would be unveiled by that mouth of his, and you were eager to learn more, yet a little hesitant. “It is because I am so tired of being your friend, I love it, don’t get me wrong but...” you were dreading what was to come out of his mouth next, you squeezed your eyes shut, almost as if you were unable to see, the pain would not render upon your specimen. “I love you.”
“You what?!” Eyes snapping open, you were blatantly shocked by his confession. “That can’t be right Seb, you’re you, and I’m me, and-“
“We’re us.” He finished for you. As he noticed you relax from his contingence, which allowed him the time gap to slide closer, his warm and soft hand running up the side of your face as he watched you gasp from the sensation. It was not the first time he had touched your cheek, but it was the first instance in which he done so intimately; you were rather fond of the treatment.
You nuzzled your face into the curve of his hand, your brows lightly directed in a downwards motion as you lulled in his touch, and that was when you realised that he had frozen. “Shit.” You stopped him from moving away, pausing the sadness in his eyes for the current second. “I should have responded, that was my bad. I love you too, I’m not just saying that, so you know.”
“That’s a relief.” Sebastian sighed, falling back onto the mattress, bringing his face accidentally closer to your own. The tips of your noses were touching as your eyes ogled deep within the pools of one another’s, it was impossible not to seek a closer vicinity, and thus, you slunk closer, bracing the tips of your nails against his scruff, as your lips worked their way onto his.
“How would you like another kind of relief?” You pulled away, stroking down the smooth course of his shirt covered chest, prompting a suggestive dialogue in your tone. His brow raised as he thought about it for a moment, but then he remembered a rather distinctive matter he didn’t want to cause any obstruction to.
“What about your, you know?” He was referring to your endometriosis, having the knowledge about the unfortunate illness that interfered with your life. Through it all, the doctors appointments, the encouraging you to take your medication on days that you weren’t feeling particularly well, he was there. Now it made sense why.
To reply, you softly shook your head, combing your hands over his shoulders, as you answered him. “If it gets too much, I’ll give you the signal.” You spoke, leaning down to peck his lips, though you still saw the reluctance that was embedded on his forehead in the form of strict lines. “I promise.” You persuaded him, meaning the sentiment, as his eyes trailed down, his hand scourging a fierce, passionate grip upon your hipbone as his tongue weaved its way back into your mouth.
You moaned into the atmosphere of his mouth, grabbing onto his cheeks as you heaved breaths into the internal beyond of this man, rolling on top of him, as you swept your crotch down against his own, extracting a sinister sound out of his guttural throat. It was only turning you on more, and you knew that if you didn’t do something, even despite the recommendations of your doctor, you would be sufficed with a lack of pleasure, and that was all you currently craved.
It wasn’t fair how you had been dubbed with the condition. So many people in the world could have sex whenever they pleased, yet you were forced to commend under the sentence of experiencing a discomfort when all you wanted was the comfort of being intwined with another human being. That connection, it felt mandatory, however you were denied it, for every time that you proceeded to bed a stranger, or a partner of any sorts, the stretch of anything in your walls pursued you with a fracture of pain.
You’d even had to throw out your vibrator, whilst it felt good on the outside, the clenching of your empty walls sparked physical and mental hurt, and reminded you of the fact that whenever you were filled by any length, your body could not function to emit pleasure, instead it was the opposite that you were tasked with contracting. The thought and reminder often spewed tears in your eyes, but you held them back as you got lost in Sebastian.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” He admitted sentimentally, and your heart both became full and broken. It was sweet and scorching to the arousal between your legs to know that he was that concerned about your well being; he wasn’t just prioritising getting his dick wet. He resumed pressing succulent kisses on your lips, he lulled in the notion, he too wanted to be close to you, but he wasn’t willing to do inadvertently so to the expense of you being in pain.
That was the opposite of what he wanted, even as your hand wandered down his firm and pheromone driven body, that bucked in your grip, as your hand hooked around his bulge, your thumb stroking over his round sack as he grew beneath the layers of his soft sweats and underwear. “69 then?” You reiterated his earlier words, causing his pupils to blow wide, and his blue irises to darken into the juxtaposition of stormy skies.
“Will that be okay?” You confirmed it was, even if you weren’t completely sure yourself. The angles, the penetration, it was all elements, that combined gave you an equation that you had yet to figure out. The only way to do so was to try it, even if it concluded in an error, and not a sensible answer. To instigate the next step, you roused your sleep shirt from your body, leaving you in nothing more than your causal panties, but Seb didn’t seem to mind.
In fact he rather preferred the normalcy of your actions and undress, it made the strategy of shifting from friends to intimate lovers into one of relaxation, there was no absurdity nor discomfort yet, for either one of you. Your fingers dipped in the sides of your underwear, teasing the band, as you cocked your head towards Seb, licking your lips as you took in the view of him entranced by your being. “Am I going to be the one naked or...”
You were grateful that he took the hint, and stripped himself from both layers that kept his goods confined. He rapidly removed them, leaving his uncut cock open to your gaze; it wasn’t anything massive which was a relief, but it for now, it was to be attained in the confinement of your mouth, rather than the realm of your cunt, so that slight stretch could await. As you thought of that, you reached your hand out, dancing your fingers lightly over his shaft.
Seb emitted a soft huff from his obtainable lips, he dragged you to be laying atop of him, as your thighs surrounded his length on either side, it was warm, and rested perfectly below your where your cunt was hovering. How you wished to just sink down on it and- “Turn around.” For a moment you took time to refrain your memory to perceive what you had said before. And then, whence your words caught up to you, it was simple to do so, especially with the motivation of what was going to happen.
As you spun around, to be facing his lower half and have your own above his mouth, you watched his cock twitch, as it rested heavily upon his abdomen. You could feel your nerves kick in; it was a substantial difference from anything that you had ever done together, from looking at the stars and watching cheesy movies, to sexual actions, it was quite the leap. But a welcome one, you had waited so long to acknowledge your feelings to him, you'd be damned if you were not going to act on them.
A shiver rippled up your spine as he paved a lick through your slit, it made you tense up for a moment, and you try to register any diagnosis of pain, you coiled when he put one of your lips in his mouth. It felt good, which was a relief, and you took that as a sign to reap your front forwards, and focus on his throbbing hardness that was oozing precum against his perfect skin. The drop of essence looked like liquid moonstone, catching the ambience of the snooping sun that eyes through the crescent opening of the closed curtains, creating a luminescent light against the contrast of his skin.
Leaning forwards, as the initial shock of Seb using his tongue on you had settled in, as a faint plea from inside of you derived away in your eternal being, your tongue glided over the patch of fallen precum, your eyes fluttering at the heavenly, yet rare taste, it wasn’t every day that a man’s cum was relatively nice on your buds. Some perceived eating junk food as a lifestyle, caring not for how the receiver of their sperm would taste within the mouth of a giver on the other end. Sebastian hummed against your slick folds, as he danced his hands around your ass, grasping your cheeks firmly.
His fingers swept through the outside of your cunt, fooling around with your labia as his tongue swirled your bud, making your face grimace on the edge of pleasure, as your warm lips wrapped around the head of his cock, whirling your tongue within his slit, as your hand rested around the rest of his length, jerking it in your grasp, as his hips lightly heaved upwards against your face. He teased a finger around your entrance, running the tip along the wet flesh that mimicked your breaths as it clenched prosperously.
“Shit!” Tears webbed in your eyes as he entered the finger, though he considered that a resonating profanity of pleasure. To your dismay, it indeed was not though, the entry of the digit weighed heavy inside you, prying sorely against your walls as your giving to him paused, as you harshly gripped his thigh. “Shit, that hurts Seb. Fuck!” In an instant, he stopped, extracting his finger out from within you, as it caused you further pain, and helped you turn around, and lay languidly upon the bed.
“Oh my god, fuck, I’m so sorry y/n/n.” He panicked, immense guilt wavering his body, as he grasped your face, staring with sorrow into your seasoned expression. “I didn’t mean to- didn’t want to hurt you, shit, I should never have tried to-“ soothing his conflicting emotions, you stroked his shoulders, kissing him to ease his words into silence. He felt guilty, but so did you, you were the one whom had encouraged to pursue the rhythm of your shared sexuality to one another, deducting the poise of your actions with tear beaded eyes.
“It was my fault; I said it would be fine. I should have known it shouldn’t have, I’m sorry.” You reasoned with him, knowing that you had told him that it was to be something that you could manage, but from experience, you should have had better knowledge of how things would turn out.
“Don’t you ever apologise, you’re perfect, the only thing that I want to ease is your suffering. Is there any news on the operation that can be done, should I get you your medication now?” He wanted to be certain, to ensure that you didn’t put the accountability of your situation completely on yourself, he should have asked if a finger would have been fine, he shouldn’t have been swayed by your persuasion. “I could talk to someone, see if I could get the thing moved up, I can pay for it, get you further up on the ladder.”
“No.” You smiled, pressing an ample kiss upon his scruffy cheek. “I don’t want that, many other people are waiting for the op too, and I can’t have you paying for it. That would just be inconsiderate of me, you have already done so much for me, I can’t ask more. You’ve been there through everything, just wait with me whilst I wait for myself.” You pulled the sheets over your breasts, staring opulently into his serene eyes, shuddering as he swept his lips over your mouth once more, deriving you breathless for a moment.
“It’s okay to be selfish, if any of them had that chance, then they would take it. I can afford it, and I would want nothing more than to pay for it, it’s not just about sex, you know that. I love you so so much, you’re my best friend, the girl of my dreams, I’ve waited for you, I just want the pain that you live through to disappear. Out of all people, it’s not fair that it’s you, but it is, and this is the one way to fix the reductive searing of hurt that you live through.” You gulped, water glazing your irises as you stared at her, trying to diffuse your light sob.
His words brought acceptance to you within the scenario, as you took a deep breath in, confronting the trigger that had set off inside of you. It was difficult to handle and attain to, as you curled in his bare arms, exasperating your soundness close to him, as he competently cupped your face, kissing the tip of your nose. “Okay.” You agreed, nodding sincerely along with your words. “Okay, I’ll do it for me. It’s the right thing to do.” A smile raved his face, as you convinced yourself of doing so. It was to be a long road, but Sebastian would be there holding your hand, travelling down this path alongside you.
Summary: Gabriella Lopes has a busy life - working in a advertising agency and struggling with motherhood, she lives for her son Benjamin, a caring and smart 5-year-old boy, her son with a rockstar, Austin Carlile, the frontman of one of the most famous metalcore bands nowadays.
In a happy hour with her co-workers and friends, Gabriella meets Sebastian and it leads to an unforgettable night. What both of them don't know is that this night will be the beggining of something fate prepared for when it was time. Now the question is: is it their time or just a delusional attempt to find love before it's too late?
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Summary: A fed up reader finds some comfort in a new… friend
Pairing: Sebastian x Reader
RatingR ( suggestive material)( age gap?)(alcohol)
Listen to Guys My Age by Hey Violet for full effect
Different night. Different bar. Same bullshit, childish excuse from your various dates. This was the third night in a week that you’d been blown off, and you’d had enough. You sat alone in your favorite little black dress at a dimly lit bar, scowling as you scanned the restaurant goers. Tossing back a rum and coke, you hardly even noticed that someone had joined you at the bar.
“Hey, are you alright, miss?”
A gentle voice chimed beside you. Snapping you out of your fog of anger and disappointment, you turned to face the inquiring stranger. Your breath hitched in your chest as you took in his appearance; piercing blue eyes, sharp features, stubble pricking over his jaw, plump lips and an impressive physique clad in a dark suit.
“ Yeah, I’m doing okay. Thanks.”
Your words were just above a whisper, and the man had to lean closer in order to hear them. He smiled softly, gaze meeting yours.
“ Okay then. Well, do you mind if I join you…”
“ Y/N.” You piped up. “ My name is Y/N. And not at all. You’re more than welcome to join me. I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”
A grin spread across his rosey lips.
“ I’m Sebastian, and it’s very nice to meet you, Y/N. If you don’t mind me asking, what’s a pretty girl like you doing alone on a Friday night?”
Pink rose to your cheeks at his compliment, and you cleared your throat as he ordered a drink.
“ Got ditched by a date. I’ve been trying the whole online dating thing, and I’ve come to a conclusion…”
He quirked an inquiring brow at you from across the top of his glass.
“ Guys my age… suck!”
Sebastian snorted, almost shooting his gin and tonic through his nose. You laughed at this, and he joined after he finished his drink.
“ I mean, who knew that 25 year old guys still act like high school boys?” You continued, “They don’t pick up the tab, they don’t hold open doors or tell you that you like nice… and don’t even get me started on ‘em in the bedroom.”
Sebastian laughed as you giggled, hiding your blush behind a glass.
“ I’m very sorry that you got stood up tonight, Y/N. That fella is really missing out, if it’s any reassurance.”
His voice was low and raspy, and as you looked at him, you noticed that his baby blue eyes had darkened. Taking your bottom lip between your teeth, you asked,
“ What makes you say that? I’m just an average girl.”
Sebastian chuckled at this, smiling and shaking his head.
“Y/N, there’s not an average thing about you.”
His eyes traveled up your body, tracing every curve until his gaze met yours once again. You could not longer hid the color rising in your cheeks. Butterflies flapped wildly in your ribcage.
“ You’re absolutely beautiful. Cunning. Smart. Funny. If I had it my way, I’d like to show you off to all the boys who passed up the opportunity to know you. Show ‘em what they’re missing.”
You shivered as he place his hand on your thigh, gripping gently at the flesh. Your heart was beating so loud you were sure that the entire bar could hear it’s rhythm.
“ W-what are you suggesting, Sebastian?”
Your words were breathless, lips quivering as he smirked at you. He leaned in and whispered,
“ How ‘bout I show you what you’ve been missing with an older man? A real man?”
He placed a soft kiss on your neck, raising goosebumps when he sat back, a smug grin playing on his lips. Your heart fluttered. This was an offer you simply could not refuse.
Summary; when he hears two boys speaking about you in less than a formal manner, it sparks Sebastian’s rage. He cannot remain professional on set, not even if him doing so would humour the directors.
Warnings; smut (oral, fem receiving), angry Seb, swearing, Tom and Harry thinking they’re being funny, slight discussion of sexual activities, traumatised Tom because if he’s in a fic with Seb and Mackie that just has to happen, slight voyeurism.
The name of the younger man sent false ripples of anger down his spine, he for sure was not a fan of the actor. It was all fun and games for the public, but as he listened to the brunette, Mackie snickered beside him, holding onto his arm. “Chill man.” Anthony tried to calm him, but for a truthful first time, he wanted nothing more than to drive his fist into Tom Holland’s face.
“Is she as hot in person as she is on the screen?” Harrison, Tom’s friend that had been permitted to visit the set of Civil War asked, and whilst Sebastian was listening, he had not cared. He had assumed that the British pair were speaking of Scar of Lizzie. However as the conversation had progressed, he had discovered that his initial speculation had been well and truly wrong.
“Yeah.” They were all still clothed in their costumes, his accent didn’t quite fit with his outfit, however at the end of the day, it was all a front for a cinematic performance. “She’s really nice too, fit as, but nice. Other than the fact that she jokes with Sebastian and Mackie about hating me.”
That was when he had realised that the young men were indeed speaking of another one of the actresses. She was funny and amazing with her skills in staying in character, but most importantly, you were his. Tom had no chance, and nor did this friend of his. As soon as he had heard the admission slip from Holland’s well spoken lips, that was when he had tried to launch like a pitbull.
“Dude, I’d still kill for that interaction with her. That’s second best to having her legs wrapped around my-” Before Harrison could complete his sentence, Sebastian had ripped himself from his friend’s cooling closer, and began his winter soldier murder strut in the direction of the gentlemen in need of manners.
“Listen here you little shits, if I so much as hear one more foul thing slither from your disgraceful mouths, I will personally rip your tongues out, forbidding you from saying anything for the rest of your pathetic lives.” His threat had vastly more affect, considering that he was still presented as Bucky, a man that once was a vigilant and successful assassin.
He watched as Tom’s brown eyes widened in shock, and his breathing huffed inward as he gulped as much air as he possibly could. In his state of terror, he subtly turned to Harrison, a frown crossing his features. “I told you so dude, you even mention her name and he gets pissed.”
“Wait, what?” Seb’s face fell as he tried to understand the prospect of which Tom was hinting at. Instead of an expression of madness, he was wearing one of confusion, yet still whilst trying to be viewed as the dominant one in the scenario. He could hear Anthony cackling behind him, but instead of paying his close friend any attentive amusement, he kept his glare remained on the two blokes that were understanding each other far too well for his curious liking.
“Sorry for my words about your misses man, Tom here said that you were terrifying when anyone brought up y/n, especially like that.” It was true, on many previous occasions, cameras had caught him at cons, when he grew red at any disrespectful questions or words aimed at you.
It was as though everyone knew that he was somewhat of a bodyguard to you, his emotional and romantic attachment only fuelling his primal nature to defend you. The thing however that was the most comical out of this though, was how simply and normal Harrison had spoken to him, whilst his friend was almost fainting, at least he liked to think that was the case.
“Seriously, stop traumatising Holland. If you do that, he’s gonna have a mental breakdown during a shooting, and we don’t need to be here any longer today.” That voice, it belonged to you, and as you came towards the group of men, which Anthony had shifted closer towards, Tom released a heavenly sigh of relief.
“I didn’t do anything!” Mackie defended himself from your scolding, his pitch rising. “It was all down to your boyfriend here, he went all winter soldier on these two.”
“Oh god.” You rubbed your head, shaking your head at Tom and his friend. “I told the pair of you not to provoke him, especially not like that! I swear nobody ever listens to me, he would have punched the pair of you in the face, and left you with bloody noses.” The murmuring of the title ‘pitbull’ ran from Mackie’s mouth, but Sebastian cared not for the name. It was nothing new from the man that had spoken it.
“I still sort of want to.” He informed you, leading to you slapping him on the arm, and lowly saying his name. “They’re little shits, especially Holland, you should have heard what they said about you!” He gestured towards them with his covered left arm, that was dressed to mimic a metal appendage.
“Alright, I have to agree with Holland being a little shit.” You shrugged, falling into the rabbit hole habit of putting the younger man down comedically.
“See what I mean, what did I say?” Tom spoke to Harrison, earning a squint from your beloved and overprotective boyfriend.
“The problem here is more on about what you were speaking about with your buddy. Wasn’t it something regarding having her legs wrapped around your neck?” Anthony prompted, adding more flame to the brewing fire. Harrison’s eyes widened at the clarity of their previous topic, however you dismissed it, waving your hand at the duo.
“Never gonna happen.” Sebastian grumbled, and as he lowered his head, you cupped his cheek that was cloaked in a layer of scruff, biting your lip as you looked up into his pooling irises. “Little shit.” You laughed lightly at that, shaking your head at his own name calling. If you were an outsider, you’d mistake him for having a childish intellect, well - yeah.
“Baby.” He looked into your eyes, almost forgetting that other people were around. “You know that my legs only go around your neck. Don’t get jealous baby, I’m all yours.”
A combination of gags rivetted from the audience, this being a moment of truce between Anthony as Tom, as they had found an even ground for the time being. “Well, we have twenty minutes until we have to start our scene, how about we go back to my trailer, and prove that I am the only man lucky enough to have that delightful luxury.”
“That sure sounds like a plan Mr Stan.” You winked, dragging him in a direction far far away from the little shits and Mackie. As you made your way up the steps of your trailer, Seb gripped your arm, prohibiting you from entering his private quarters. “What is it babe?”
“What if we don’t actually go inside, we stay out here?” Humming, and considering the possible dangers of doing the dirty on the steps, you hesitantly nodded, sliding down by your grip on the rails, and sitting upon the steps. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“You better, out time is running out.” He dropped to his knees upon the bottom step, his actions slightly limited on his left arm, that was suctioned into its own dress code. However, he still used it to aid him in removing your bottoms, leaving your underwear as he leant his face in closer, inhaling the scent that rolled off the fabric.
“Smell so good.” His lips brushed over your thong, that you were inclined to where due to the tightness of your superhero outfit. There was already a wet spot seeping through the small strip of material, and it only drove him further in his state of hunger. “Bet you taste better.”
“You already know that answer.” Your hands reached down, weaving down into his longer locks. Your boyfriend took that as his timing to in quite a literal sense, wrap your legs around his head, as one of hands stroked the outside of your thigh, the other tending to the other after he had pushed your underwear to the side. “Fuck.”
He dove in like a starved man, his tongue expertly sliding up the outside of your pussy, and ending up upon your clit, licking it to provide you a high stimulation. Seb moaned into your heat as he relished in the flavour of your heat, the vibrations inclining you to reverberate the same noise in the open air. “More.”
He abandoned your clit, trailing his tongue down to your tight entrance, tracing the opening for a moment, before sinking completely into you. His fingers pressed into your upper thighs, pinning you to the stairs as to stop you bucking up into his face. Instead, he moved his head back and forth, fucking you with his tongue.
The sensation of your legs tightening around his skull informed him that you were growing close to your release, and so, he made his lustful administration increase in pace. As well as that, he swirled his saliva coated muscle, that had gathered more by drooling at the taste of you, against your walls.
With one glance up, he saw how your beautiful head was tossed back, and one of your hands had abandoned his head full of hair to pose and endless grip onto the white rails. Your eyes were screwed shut, an arousing whimper passing out of your mouth, followed by a louder sound. It was a toned down scream, he almost had you screaming for him.
That fact inserted a cockiness inside of him, establishing the truth that he was the only man that could bring you to such a high, he was a man capable of the most perfect creations. And the creation in particular was your approaching orgasm, to which he rushed forwards, by rubbing his nose against your clit as his tongue continued its work on the inside.
A growl resonated from his chest as he pooled back, after you had spilled your essence onto his tongue. Sebastian gave a few more licks on your pussy to clean up any leftovers, pulling back with a wet grin. “Proud of yourself?” You breathlessly laughed, moaning into his mouth as he leant up to kiss you, tasting yourself on his adventurous tongue.
Prompt: “I can’t believe you did all this for me!”
For: @hollandroos 12k Writing Challenge!
Smoothly sliding the brass key into the lock it's perfectly made for, fitting like a glove, you unlock the door to the three-bedroom house that you and Sebastian share. You two purchased this house two months ago after alternating between each other's apartments all the time, and it's safe to say things have never been better. Swiftly, you open the cool grey, contemporary door and you're immediately hit with a tsunami wave of wonderful fragrances. Scents of sweet baking and freshly cut flowers whisk past your nose and dance on your senses. Your eyebrows knit together in bewilderment, not understanding why your house is filled with such aromas.
Stepping inside, you remove your navy trench coat and place it onto it's designated hook by the door, simultaneously shutting the door behind you. "Sebastian?" You call out to your boyfriend, knowing he's home as you saw his metallic black G-wagon in the driveway. "I'm coming, don't move Y/n!" His voice calls out to you, excitement clearly evident which only confuses you even more. What is going on?
A figure soon appears from out of the doorframe leading to the studio, clad in black dress pants, a crisp white shirt with his fluffy, silky hair delicately slicked back. If it could be, your jaw would be on the ground. Your mouth gaping open at the sight, trying desperately to find a coherent string of words to express your feelings regarding the sight in front of you. Watching as the bright smile and pink tints of his cheeks flash to you, you know you're home. Not just at the house, but with Sebastian. He's your home. He leisurely approaches you, outstretching his arms towards you. You snake your arms around his nape, you try your best not to make him lean down but he has to anyway as his familiar arms find their way around your waist snugly, instantly calming you down more than you already were. "What can I smell Seb? It smells gorgeous." The question of the aromas leaving your lips as you and him part slightly, to be in view of each other's faces. Sebastian then detaches his right arm from the place of your side, leaving you with a sense of loss, for him to bring his index finger up to his lips. "All will be revealed, doll. But we should get you changed. I picked out an outfit for you, come on."
Trailing behind Seb up the stairs, you reach your shared bedroom and you spot the outfit neatly laid out on the bed through the open doorway. You gaze at the royal azure skater dress that you haven't worn in so long. Your eyes illuminate and sparkle as you approach it and softly trace it with your fingers, the memories dancing around in your head as you come into contact with it. "If I remember correctly, even though I have the memory of Bucky Barnes, that was the dress you wore to the first date I ever took you on." Sebastian's voice tells me behind you, sending you floating back to memory lane.
"Damn!" Sebastian exclaims when he lays eyes on you, sending a blush creeping onto your cheeks. "Not too bad yourself Mr Stan." Sending a wink his way, you walk into a light embrace. Pulling apart, he studies your face, looking as though he has the whole galaxy in his eyes as they sparkle in admiration. His voice is breathy, almost a whisper, but you still hear it. "You look beautiful."
Being transported back to reality by Sebastian speaking, you pick up the dress and turn around to face him. "I'll be outside if you need me unless you want me to help." He suggestively winks. You laugh and push him out the door. "Nice try Sebby, I'll be two minutes." And with that, the door closes and you scramble to get changed. Clothes fly everywhere as they land strewn about across the once orderly room. Slipping the dress on, it's like it's two years ago all over again. Staring in the mirror as your hands smooth down the dress, you can't help but smile. Taking a few moments to fix your hair, you open the door again to see Sebastian leaning against the wall opposite the door. As soon as your body is exposed to his gaze, his eyes practically pop out of his head. You watch as the tears gloss over his eyes and his mouth lets out a breathy chuckle as he laughs at his emotional state. "I said it once and I'll say it again Y/n, you look beautiful." Placing a kiss on your cheek, he holds out his arm for you to take in which you slide your arm into, fitting like a puzzle piece.
You both begin your ascend down the stairs and you see this as a perfect time to ask him what's actually going on. "So what's going on then Seb? Why are we all dressed up?" You inquisitively ask. He smiles. "You always were the curious type weren't you love? I remember when we were first on set and they wouldn't give you a script so you asked so many questions and eventually got your way didn't you?" You both laugh at the memory, followed by an agreeing hum coming from you. He leads you to the closed white door of the dining room before unlinking arms with you and opening the door.
Stepping inside, you're met with fairy light strung around the room, giving a golden glow. The sound of Ed Sheeran softly plays in the room, creating a beautiful romantic mood. Looking around the room, you see a various assortment of your favourite Yankee candles lit, which explains the lovely smells you were met with. Your eyes continue to look around as you spot photos hung up around the room, compiled with your favourite memories. Photos from when you went to Disney together, your photo on the plane to London to meet your parents, the group photo from the arcade with you two and Tom and Zendaya and Jacob. You turn back to Sebastian, whose grin is as wide as yours. Tears began to rise up to the surface of your eyes. "I can't believe you did all this for me!" Admiration and shock mixed with the tone of your voice. He takes a step towards you, looking around at the photos as well before back at you. "I told you when we first got together, that you deserved to be treated like a queen."
Taking your hand, he leads you into the middle of the room. Then his hands find your waist and yours find the nape of his neck as you begin to softly sway to the music. Resting your head on his chest, you can hear his heartbeat drumming through his chest, yours following the rhythm of his. He turns his head and places a gentle kiss on the top of your head with his soft pink lips. "I love you, you know?" He whispers, giving you a delicate squeeze. "I love you too Sebastian, always." You reply, pulling your head away to look at him. He takes in a deep breath and removes his hands from your waist and traces them down your arms to hold your dainty hands.
"Y/n. I'll try not to make this super cheesy but you know how I am." He lets out a small laugh. "I met you on the first day of the set, whilst you were arguing with the producers and I thought, 'who the hell is this feisty woman and why aren't I friends with her?'. And I did exactly that. I became friends with you, but I knew that wasn't enough for me. I made you mine, and I was the happiest person on earth. And I mean that. I was on cloud nine. Now fast forward two years, and it's not enough for you anymore. Like I said, I told you when we first got together that you deserved to be treated like a queen. And with that said, I want to be your king, now and forever. The only thing I ever want to change is your last name. So, Y/n Y/l/n," You watch as Sebastian slowly drops to one knee with one hand behind him. "will you do me the honours of being Y/n Stan? I promise you, I will give you the world doll." He brings his hand up to you, holding the classic black velvet box, opened to reveal a beautiful silver ring, holding a diamond in the middle with yours and Sebastian's birthstones at either side of it.
Tears blur your vision and your head begins to spin. Clutching your heart with your hand in shock, you nod frantically. Once your vision clears up, you see Sebastian's eyes matching yours with the shimmer of tears, contrasting with the brightest smile you've ever seen on his face. His smile could've lit up the whole universe at that moment. He takes your left hand into his and slowly slides the ring on your fourth finger. Admiring it as it glimmers in the light of the fairy lights strung up around the room, you swear the earth stopped spinning, time stopped ticking. Looking back into Sebastian's eyes, you knew you'd fallen so hard, and you loved it. "If I'm going to take on the world, I can't think of a better person to do it with than you Seb." You whisper before connecting your lips with his in the most passionate yet gentle kiss you've ever experienced. King to your queen, devil to your angel. Sebastian to your y/n. With him, you were safe. With him, you were home.
So I’ve been thinking…
What if I did another longer Seb fic like Never Say Goodbye?
Would you guys like that? Would y'all read it? People keep saying there’s a lack of the longer Seb fics so I’m just asking how y'all feel about it!
I think I might try another one of you guys are into it!
