#seb being stupid as always

[bloofinntoona]

Operation Saving Sallow

Word Count: 2.4 k

Themes: fluffy fluff fluff, Sebastian Sallow x f!reader, featuring the lovely friends you made along the HL games

Summary: A girl gave Seb candies laced with love potion. You were rightfully jealous. Your friends were there to help you solve the case.

A splash of water hit your face, small drops of water dripped down onto the sink, echoing through the empty bathroom. The old cloudy mirror in front you showed the absolute sorry state that you were currently in – hair tied up in a messy ponytail, lips chapped from the lack of hydration, the ends of your school robe muddy from being dragged through your journey around the highland. You smacked your cheeks a couple times, causing the skin to break into a rose-colored hue. It was a trick you read in a beauty book your mom owned back in London. Biting your lips, you wished it would somewhat create a red tint, hoping it would make your face appear livelier. Two students barged through the door, pulling you away from your thoughts. Shaking your head, you made your way to the Divination class.

You didn’t care about your appearance before, to be quite honest. Often times you ran around the school with gears that you found in a treasure chest somewhere deep in caves. There were nobody to impress anyway, you found prioritizing about your defensive capabilities benefited you more anyways. Things did slowly change when you took an interest to the infamous Sebastian Sallow. You thought of him as friends at first. He was an outgoing person and a notorious flirt, so you didn’t think much about the brunette. However, the constant owls you receive -- noting invitations to explore the forest and mines, Sebastian showing you the Undercroft where no one else other than Ominis knew, and going so far as introducing you to Anne, you couldn’t help but think that there were something quite special between the two of you. “I like when you put your hair up,” he said once during your study period in the library. From that point onward, you took a little bit of time in a morning to tie your hair, either in a ponytail or a bun.

Sitting down on one of the chairs in the Divination Classroom, you stared at the circular glass in front of you. A slew of students shuffled into the classroom, one of them is the popular Ravenclaw student, Emma Ainsley. Emma was probably the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen in the school, soft long blonde hair naturally swayed behind her, cute button nose, and a pair of beautiful deep-blue eyes. She was holding a boy’s hand, and it was none other than Sebastian. They were giggling about something, the students stared at them, whispering gossips and snickering to each other. You blankly stared at the orb in front of you, wishing that the glass would absorb you in and let you disappear.

“Well, that is not a sight you expect.” Natty took the seat next to you, setting her books down.

“Y/N, you look pale. Are you alright?” said Poppy, also taking her seat on the other side. Natty stared at the Hufflepuff, widening her eyes. Poppy shrugged and offered you a Chocolate Frog. “Do you want one?”

You flashed a weak smile before glancing at Sebastian again, now sitting together next to Emma. Merlin, You were convinced someone switched places with the boy overnight. The first thing that he would do before class started was to greet you, teasing you about missing assignments. You swore you never saw him talk to Emma before. It’s obvious that a boy his age most likely would develop a crush on someone, but you rightfully were taken aback when he confessed his infatuation with the Ravenclaw. Maybe, deep down, you wished you were in her position instead.

You let out a huge sigh, cueing Poppy to give you a tender pat on your back.

Lunchtime was not particularly appetizing that day. You toyed with the food on your plate, occasionally picking the grilled chicken and popping a bite in your mouth.

“That is it, I will press even if you don’t want to talk about it.” Natty faced you, arms crossed in front of her, “I cannot stand seeing you mope around the entire day.”

“We all know it’s Sebastian, right?” Poppy chimed in, taking a swing of pumpkin juice.

You covered your face with your hands, not wanting to see your friends concerned gaze. You sighed, again. You admitted, “Yes, it is Sebastian. I am at my wit’s end, I have no idea what happened and out of nowhere he is head over heal in love with Emma!” You quickly added, “It’s not like I’m jealous or anything… I just wished he would tell me before making a move on someone. I thought I’m one of his closest friend!”

“Oh, trust me, I’m lost too.” You heard a male voice behind you. Quickly, you whipped your head around to find Ominis looming over. The point of his wand glowing red.

“Ominis!” you exclaimed, “I thought you’d know something about this!” You scootched over, guiding the blonde boy to sit down next to you.

“Honestly, he woke up and all he talks about is Emma this, Emma that. I swear I was this close from pushing him out from the window.” He huffed.

“But that doesn’t make any sense,” Natty’s eyebrows twisted in confusion, “You can’t just love someone out of nowhere.”

The group was startled when they heard footsteps closing in in front of them. It was the man of the hour, Sebastian, with Emma clutching his arm. “Hey, this a good day, isn’t it? Shall we take a walk to Hogsmead later?” He grins. “But Sebbie, you promised that we would go together!” Emma pursued her lips and clinged on him harder. You had to muster your whole strength to not cringe from the scene in front of you, while Ominis visibly gagged from the scene. “Sorry mates, we’ll hang out later, yeah? I need to accompany my dear Em-em.” He cheered as they took a spot at the far side of the room.

“I think I ought to be sick.” You banged your head to the table.

“Count me in too. Just tell me when and I will gladly smack them both with my broom.” Imelda Reyes chimed in. Imelda and Samantha Dale popped in and joined the table. Samantha added, “But I think I know what happened.”

The group hurdled together, lowering their voices.

“Poppy and Ominis, do you remember what we brew during the potion class couple days ago?” Samantha questioned, eyeing her two classmates.

You could sense a lightbulb turned on in Ominis’ mind, “Amortentia!” he shouted, immediately being shushed by Natty, “The love potion! That’s it! I remember I saw chocolate candy wrappings on his bedside table last night.”

“Ohoho, seems like our own so-called Slytherin finest is getting the poisoned!” Imelda cracked out a cheeky snicker.

You let out a relived sigh. By this point, your feelings had beaten your rational thoughts. Yes, you were beyond jealous to see another girl putting her hands all over Sebastian. And yes, you had taken a keen interest in Sebastian Sallow. You’d hate to admit it, but you can feel the whole group knew about it already – judging by the way they immediately shot you coy smiles.

“Now you don’t have to worry again, my friend.” Natty giggled, wrapping her arm around your shoulder, hugging you close.

“W-worry about what?” You blinked, a nervous smile plastered on your face.

“All right now, we’ll deal with this together.” uttered Samantha, “We got your back, Y/N.”

“Okay team, the rundown of Operation Saving Sebastian as follows,” Imelda proudly proclaimed as Ominis groaned, earning a smack from the girl, “Ominis and I will find the candy wrapper and report it to Professor Sharp. Samantha and Poppy will distract Emma away from Sebastian. Natty and Y/N, you will ask Sebastian for a duel and knock him out.”

“Do we really need to knock him out?” you questioned.

“Well, it does say on my notes that a good night sleep is the best way to significantly reduce the potion’s effects…” Samantha shrugged, followed by the team. You felt bad, it’s like the group collectively agreed that Sebastian’s a bit of a knobhead.

You heard Samantha and Poppy were able to convince Emma that they need to tend the mooncalves after the Magical Beast Class. Poppy did earlier rambled on about how one of thee female mooncalves was pregnant and need extra care.

Both you and Natty found Sebastian sitting in front of the fountain at the Transfiguration courtyard, smiling while looking at the sun. You heard him muttering about how the sky was as bright as Emma’s eyes. “Hey there, Sebastian.” You approached the love-stricken boy, “I’d thought it’s been a while since we went on a duel. Care to indulge me and Natty?”

“Well, I was waiting for Emma, but a duel does sound enticing.” He nodded as he followed the two girls. You mentally facepalmed – even a love potion didn’t stop this boy from his obsession with duelling challenges. Natty also gave you a look, this is the boy you have a crush on?

Lucan, as usual, was elated that Sebastian, Natty, and you were up for a duel. After all, the three students were the top of the club. It didn’t take long until a small crowd of students gathered around the duelling courtyard. You stood next to Natty, as Sebastian took his stance at the opposite side.

“Too scared to face me alone, eh?” He taunted, starting the duel with a basic cast aimed to you. You rolled your eyes and casted Protego and Stupefy followed after. Sebastian dodged the spell before being lifted up by Natty’s Levioso. You casted another rounds of basic casts before he dropped down, immediately casting a Depulso to Natty, pushing her back.

“I wished Emma can see me win!” Sebastian shouted.

That was it, the nail on the coffin. You swore you would take this lightly, “Just knock him out a bit.” You heard Samantha’s voice in your head. Yet, this whole day was frustrating enough for you. Using your ancient magic prowess, you lifted a small box and hurled it to Sebastian, hitting it against his head. The crowd went oooh! as Sebastian was rendered unconscious, comically slamming his body down on the floor, limbs sprawled everywhere.

Lucan immediately rushed to the Slytherin boy, “The winners are Natty and Y/N!” he shouted, “… and somebody should bring Seb to the hospital wing!”

“We’ll do it, Lucan, thank you.” You shuffled closer to the body on the floor, hoisting him on your shoulder. Natty joined you in a jiffy, grabbing Sebastian’s other arm around her shoulders.

“You didn’t need to go that far!” Natty whispered, although you saw her fighting a smile.

“That’s what he get for breaking my heart.” You both laughed as you travelled to the hospital wing.

You laid down Sebastian on an empty cot, explaining to the nurse that it was a duelling mishap. The nurse shook her head and mumbled about getting us a detention. You couldn’t care less, at least now the plan is almost done.

“Sebbie! What have these two brutes done to you?” You and Natty tensed as you heard Emma burst through the doors, running towards Sebastian, “Oh my dear, I am here for you!”

Emma looked at you. If looks could kill, you’d be dead by now. “Why are you here? Move aside, I’m his girlfriend!”

You stuttered, “W-well, I’m his… friend.” You felt very stupid right now.

Just before Emma could utter other word, you heard several footsteps approaching the cot. Professor Sharp stood over the cot, presenting the candy wrapper to Emma. “Care to explain what this is?” He questioned. Ominis, Imelda, Samantha, and Poppy followed after, curious about how the story unfolded, you’d wager.

“I-it’s, uh.. I-“ Emma jumbled her words, trying to salvage the situation she was in.

“Save it, Ms. Ainsley, I shall see you in detention this evening. I shall also deduct some points from Ravenclaw.” Professor Sharp shook his head, “I’m very disappointed in you.” Emma ran out of the hospital, wailing.

Suddenly, you felt a hand squeezed yours. Sebastian groaned loudly, blinking a few times in confusion. “Why is everyone here?” He looked around, “Why am I in the hospital wing? Did something happen? Ouch!” The boy yelped as he felt a tender spot on his forehead. You shrugged and gave him an apologetic look.

“Mr. Sallow, do you recognize this?” Professor Sharp placed the candy wrapper on Sebastian hands. The brunette inspected it and muttered, “Yes, Emma Ainsley gave some candies. Said she got extra from Hogsmead. I remember they tasted weird though…”

Everybody was silent as Sebastian glanced over the candy, and then to Professor Sharp. “Oh,” the wires in his head were now connected, “was it laced with Amortentia?”

“Ten points for Slytherin.” Professor Sharp said sarcastically, “ I can’t believe I should tell you fifth years to not eat candies from strangers,” he sighed, “although, I suppose getting one unconscious is the best way to minimize the effects, yet I don’t see the need to bruise the person.”

“Sorry…” you squeezed Sebastian’s hand back.

“Well, I shall leave you all to it.” said the Professor as he walked away from the room.

“You owe us!” Imelda laughed -- The group collectively nodded.

“I think the true lovebirds need some time alone, I’d say.” Natty voiced her friends’ thoughts. They giggled, leaving Sebastian and you alone. You flashed a smile to the group, making a mental note to treat them butterbeer sometime in the future.

You grabbed a hot towel next to the cot, pressing it against Sebastian’s forehead. He winced, “Care to explain this?”

“Natty and I bested you on a duel and… I accidentally used my ancient magic, hitting you with a box?” you grinned, “I’m sorry, I was taken over by my emotions.”

“Emotions?” Sebastian smirked, “What do you mean?”

Your face was as red as a tomato at this point, “Nothing, forget about it!” you were about to get up before he held onto your robes.

“You injured me, I think you owe me an explanation still.” He smiled widely, probably enjoyed seeing you flustered like this.

You bit your lower lip, murmuring, “Do you actually have special feelings for Emma?”

Sebastian faked a gasp, “Perhaps I sense a jealousy?” You glared at him, earning a laugh from the boy, “No, I do not have feelings for her.”

You looked away, lips forming a huge smile. The two sat there for a while, hands intertwined. Sebastian’s thumb stroking your fingers. “So..” he broke the silence, “I believe a compensation is in order for bruising my head.”

You sighed as you leaned forward, planting a gentle kiss on the red spot. You guess Sebastian wasn’t expecting it, seeing how red his face became.

Maybe the days ahead wouldn’t be so bad after all.

#sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x f!reader #sebastian sallow #seb being stupid as always #natsai onai #natty #poppy sweeting #ominis gaunt #imelda reyes #samantha dale #professor sharp #hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts legacy #hehe another one of my rambles

[milflewis]

a humble request for sebmick + "I had no idea", if you're still taking prompts

“But I,” Sebastian swallows. “I had no idea.”

Lewis is facing away from him, folding clothes into his suitcase, but there’s something in the slant of his shoulders that is off. “You don’t believe me.”

Lewis sighs, turning to lean against the bed, woollen jumper in his hands. “Seb,” Lewis says like he sometimes says his name, short and careful, as if even after all this time he’s not sure if he can. “Let’s be real here. You don’t lie, not to me and especially not to yourself. Why start now?”

“I’m not.” The words sit in Sebastian’s mouth hot and sticky and it’s a struggle not to spit them out. “I’m not. I didn’t.”

“Right, okay.” Lewis’s eyes are kind and steady and unrelentless. “You didn’t know. You didn’t know what Mick would think when you flirted with him on camera, during those game things, in interviews, when you followed him around, with those eyes that you do, when you asked him to go to ROC, and everyone knows what that means —“

Sebastian opens his mouth but Lewis looks angry here for the first time in a long time. “Don’t,” he says, low and deliberate. “Don’t you dare try to say that you brought him to ROC for Michael or because of Michael or anything to fucking do with Michael. You might be going through whatever existential shit you’re going through right now because it was just a game, just a joke, and now it’s not just a game, now it’s serious, or whatever, and I love you, Sebastian, I really, really do, but I won’t let you cheapen either of them by lying about that.”

Sebastian looks away, biting at his cheek. The sharp bitter taste of blood washes his mouth clean. “Yes, yeah, you’re right. I’m sorry.”

Lewis looks at him in the same way he did when Sebastian last said he was sorry, six years ago, before softening, half rolling his eyes. “I know, man.”

Sebastian shakes his head, half smiling. “You forgive too easily.” It’s an old argument.

Lewis laughs, throwing the jumper at him. It’s fluffy and expensive and nicer than most of Sebastian’s wardrobe. “Maybe, but at least I’m not the one who’s lying to myself about being in love with a guy fifteen years younger.”

“Twelve,” Sebastian corrects before he can stop himself. Lewis’s smile widens. “Sorry, my bad. Twelve.”

Sebastian throws the jumper back at him, cheeks hot.

#if you’re still taking prompts . rosy pls. i will ALWAYS take prompts from u #ok still v new to writing them so still not sure on the vibe. but i hope you like this !! #it’s just. mainly seb being stupid and a little bit of a dick but it’s ok bc it’s just lewis. and he can be that with lewis and not worry #tw michael mention #<- idk?? maybe #sebmick #rosy #little fics #niamh.asks

[youjustwaitsunshine]

getting better at being kind to myself every day

#working hard on accepting that i can just say when i dont know something #like my instant reaction when someone asks me 'do you know []' is always to say yes even if i have no idea #because i dont want to look stupid and like i dont know stuff #but people don't think that! i dont think someone is stupid for not knowing something that i do! so why would they! #actively working on being more vulnerable. asking for help. asking for clarification. admitting i don't know that show. #sounds a bit stupid but admitting to myself that im like that because im afraid to get hurt/made fun off and trying to change it #is actually a good step for me i think #ive already become comfortable with sharing what i love and know about and it has made me a happier person #and hasn't made people like me less. on the contrary probably. it makes it so much easier to engage in actual conversation #so now it's time for me to work on the opposite. saying that i dont know something at all not even a little. it's a bit daunting ngl. #it's easier to do it on the internet but looking at someone and admitting you have no idea? terrifying #anyways this was brought to you by a coworker of mine not knowing how to open the garage and calling herself stupid + #and another coworker telling her that she doesn't want her saying that and that not knowing something doesn't make her stupid #that coworker almost became a teacher and you can totally tell. shes very based. actually most if not all of my coworkers are. #anyways. pettersson and findus for your consideration. maybe sometime i will draw seb in that style because i grew uo with those books

[beiasluv]

f1 tropes that I daydream about

a/n: yes, i have d.l.s (dilf lover syndrome)

— dilf!jenson crushing on a younger reader. keeping things appropriate when he’s ripping his skin off inside. reader being this cheeky gal, playing innocent just to push his buttons. (wink) jokes aside, I just know that the tension is pregnant in the air. imagining wearing a dress he loves to a house party, he just needs to whip you out to a bathroom.

— princess treatment everyday from mr. button himself. hands on your waist, rubbing it in circles, keeping your skirt from rolling too high (in public) ‘darling’ just feels to wrong yet so right.

— teenage dirtbag!jenson going to frat parties and ended up crashing at your place. trying to be civilized and give him a proper treatment. while unbuttoning his shirt, he got it the wrong way (very much to your liking- and y’know what happens next 😉)

— dilf jenson, finding his pregnant reader and his dogs cuddling together. (I hate pregnancy trope but gah daium)

— rbr!sebastian being this meanie he always is, treating everyone like a fucking dick except reader. (or it could go another way that he treats reader like a fucking dick until tension explodes and they found themself in a compromising 😉 situation at a party, drunk and intoxicated. room screaming of sex.) long run is, reader felt like a fucking piece of meat, seb running after her to prove her wrong. princess treatment, darling, spoiling, you name it.

— your favorite german brat, being all slutty and flirty to his grid boyfriend (button/jenson) and you get jealous, pulling him for a heated kiss in the cool down room. seb just grinning to the kiss, tugging your hair harder.

— rbr!seb being all obsessed with his younger assistant/manager, can’t take her seriously for fuck’s sake. smiling like a fucking idiot even when she’s mad at him, so she just kiss him stupid to get him into his senses.

— sugardaddy!mark 😔🤭 he’s just your dumb himbo/dilf paying for your attention/happiness (fuck you to who ever say money can’t buy happiness) you got him wrapped around your fingers, girlbossing him all you want. (and he’s happy with it) until you fiddled too much with his patience (in a good way) he finally thinks he has to teach you some lessons and proves who actually wears the pants. 😉

— dilf!webber visiting your family’s house for a bbq. being the aussie he is, got assigned to take care of the grill, while you walk around in your promiscuous little dress. killing him in every way known to man.

— carlos sainz and innocent kink is my favorite McCombo. being a simp for you with his big brown eyes, what ever you say pretty boy. but just so you know that he can corrupt you whenever he wants.

feel free to use them, write them, daydream- tag me if you made something 🤭🤭

#imagines #fanfiction #formula 1 #f1 imagines #f1 x reader #f1 #f1 fanfic #lando norris x you #charles leclerc imagines #lando norris x reader #jenson button imagine #jenson button x reader #jenson button #sebastian vettel x you #sebastian vettel imagine #sebastian vettel fanfic #sebastian vettel x reader #sebastian vettel #mark webber #mark webber x reader #mark webber x you #carlos sainz #carlos sainz x reader

[monzabee]

sunday blues – ms47 (+18)

masterlist || part 1 || part 2 ||

Summary: The one where Mick helps you the best way he knows when you’re feeling insecure.

Pairing: mick schumacher x vettel!reader

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: angst, crying, cursing, fluff, insecurities and self-depreciating thoughts, smut, unprotected sex (wrap your willy, don’t be silly!), google translate german, praise words, minors dni!!

Request: “Hello! I am so obsessed with your recent fic with Mick and Seb's daughter, so I was wondering if you could write something where she is feeling very insecure and stressed and he just kind of helps her through her feelings, maybe something smutty to show her how much he lovers her body or something?👀”

Author’s Note: hi, hey, hello!! this request has been sitting in my inbox for longer than i’d like to admit, but i’m so happy i got it done! it’s been a while since i wrote smut so if it doesn’t make sense i sincerely apologise, but as always thank you to the anon for the request and i hope you guys enjoy! good morning, noon or night wherever you are, xoxobee

Please also note that all of my works are protected under copyright, and not available for reposting on other platforms.

Mick didn’t expect to find you the way he did when he was leaving your flat to take Angie on her morning walk, he really didn’t – because when he was leaving this morning, after having kissed you goodbye while you were still asleep, everything seemed fine. And although he is not the one to stress in these type of situations, his mind automatically goes to the worst possible scenario when he comes home to you crying on your couch in your bathrobe. So he does the expected, he asks whether you hurt yourself – the answer is no. Did something happen to anyone from your family? Nu-uh. Is it social media related? Nope. Did someone physically did something to you? No Mick, you locked the door before you left the house.

Every possible question that comes to his mind being met with a negative answer from you has him perplexed to say the very least, so he takes a seat next to you and offers what he’s sure will put you in a better mood; cuddles. With you in his arms and Angie on your lap, you do feel better, but he makes sure to ask any other possible option that comes to his mind.

“Did you try to bake cookies again?” His voice wanders off, his fingers running through the ends of your braid.

You lightly punch his arm, and then return your attention back to petting Angie as you pout and mumble out, “My cookies were not burnt, they were lightly toasted.”

He lets out a sigh, and after pressing numerous kisses to your hair to coax you, he gently raises your chin up for you to meet his eyes. “I give up, please just tell me what’s bothering you, hase.”

There’s a fresh wave of tears accumulating in your eyes, threatening to fall down your cheeks, and it absolutely makes his heart clench. You lightly push yourself out of his arms, careful not to disturb the dog sprawled on both of you guys’ lap, “Nothing, you’ll think it’s stupid.”

“No I won’t,” he promises, fighting you in order to gather you back into his arms, but you’re not above fighting dirty – meaning using your nails to keep him away. “Are–” He takes a moment to pause and clear his throat, “Are you on your period?”

Mick watches as your lips part and a sound of indignation break free from the back of your throat. Without bothering Angie too much, you turn in your place to swat at his chest as you hiss, “You are an ass, Mick.”

“Bu– I didn’t mean –” He scrambles to get out, but you’re already walking towards your bathroom, and all he can do is watch you walk away from him. This time, his eyes meet Angie’s, and he can swear his dog is giving him the biggest side-eye known to mankind, but he can only breath out a, “I messed that one up big time, didn’t I?”

Angie gets up from his lap to walk towards the bedroom. Mick soon follows closely behind towards the bathroom.

You can hear his knocks and a faint Can I come in?, through the closed bathroom door, but as you try to tame the mess that is your hair, you call out to him, “No!” And because Mick is a gentleman, and arguably the best boyfriend in the universe, he actually waits outside the bathroom. Eventually, though, you feel bad making him wait outside by the door and with a final glance in the mirror, you stomp a few steps and push the bathroom door open, revealing Mick's concerned face.

“I’m sorry,” he starts, but before he can continue with the rest of his sentence, you cut him off with yet another swat of your hand to his chest and another fresh wave of tears.

“I am not, and I repeat – not, on my period.” With a final hit to his chest, you walk back to your previous spot in front of the sink and try to brush the knots in your hair.

Wincing at the way you’re aggressively dragging the brush through your hair, Mick walks towards you to stand behind you at the sink and gently takes the brush out of your hand. “Here, let me do it.” And though you don’t want to admit, he’s gentle yet successful as he brushes your hair out for you. With his eyes occasionally drifting to watch you over the bathroom mirror, he dutifully manages to finish brushing your hair, and soon after you are back in his arms as he wraps them around your middle. “Now, are you going to tell me what’s been bothering you?”

You shake your head with another sniffle, “It’s not important.”

“Hase, please,” he practically begs as his attention is drawn to your puffy eyes, “it is important if you’re still crying over it.”

With a guilty look on your face and an apprehensive voice that absolutely breaks his heart, you mumble, “You really want to know?” This time it is you who is meeting his eyes through the mirror to see him nod sheepishly, and as you occupy yourself with his fingers you find yourself mumbling again, “My, uh, my boobs are too small.”

“Your what, is what?” Mick stammers in surprise, blinking at the unexpected confession. His expression shifts from confusion to realization, and his fingers tangle themselves with yours. “Hase, are you serious?”

You can feel the heat rising in your cheeks, embarrassed by your own admission. “Yes, and don’t call me that.”

“What?” With more confusion he stammers out, “I– I thought you liked it, it’s cute.”

He watches you let out a soft whimper, and then throw your head back against his chest in frustration. After sniffling and, yet, another fresh wave of tears, which Mick quickly wipes away as he keeps his gaze locked to yours, “I’m not supposed to be cute.”

“Oh?” he asks, “And what are you supposed to be, then?”

“I don’t know!” The sudden sob breaking out from the back of your throat has his eyes widening in surprise, and also concern – but for the first time that morning, you seem to be talking about what’s been wrong, so he has no intention to interrupt you. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to be anymore! I can’t be too perfect or too flawed, too confident or too uncertain; people have opinions and they are not afraid to voice them, so I end up feeling not enough for the majority of time.” Mick’s hold tightens around as you let out a particularly violent sob, “And my boyfriend has bigger boobs than me!”

Mick's eyes widen in both surprise and disbelief as your last sentence tumbles out, and for a moment, there's a pause in the air as he processes your words. “So you’re sad, because you think your boobs are not big enough?”

“Well yeah,” you mumble, suddenly feeling extremely self-conscious under his gaze. “I told you you’d think it’s stupid.”

“I don’t think it’s stupid,” Mick announces, “everybody gets insecure sometimes; what I don’t understand is why on earth you would compare yourself like that.” Mick's fingers gently wipe away a tear from your cheek, and he turns you towards himself to lift your chin up, “You’re perfect the way you are, hase.”

You let out a shaky breath, his words slowly starting to sink in. “I just don’t want to feel like this all the time.”

“I know, darling,” he coos and then offers you a gentle smile, his thumb tracing soothing circles on your cheek. “You’re perfect, you hear me? My perfect girl, hm?” He ignores a whiny objection in the form of you dragging out his name. “The kindest,” he leans in towards you, “and the smartest,” then presses his lips against your forehead, “the most beautiful girl inside and out.”

“Micki,” his names comes off from your lips in a whispery sigh, your head turning sideways as his nose nudges your jaw. His warm breath tickles your skin as he continues to nuzzle against your jaw, his lips brushing over your skin in gentle, feather-light kisses. His lips stretch when you let out a soft giggle, “It tickles.”

Mick's lips curve into a playful smile against your jaw, and he continues to pepper your skin with those feather-light kisses, this time intentionally causing a cascade of giggles from you. His touch is tender, his affection evident in each sweet gesture.

“It does, doesn't it?” he murmurs, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine as he moves his kisses to your cheek.

You squirm slightly in his embrace, the ticklish sensation mixed with delight. “Baby, stop,” you manage to say between giggles, even as your fingers find their way to his sides, retaliating with a gentle poke.

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop.” With a final loving peck to your cheek, Mick relents and holds you closer to himself as your giggles slowly subside. As your giggles subside, Mick tilts his head slightly to meet your gaze. His eyes, still filled with tenderness, lock onto yours, and he brushes a few strands of hair away from your face. “Feeling better?” he asks softly.

After taking a few deep breaths to calm yourself, you give him a tight lipped smile. “I’ll be fine, Micki, I promise.” Ignoring the look he gives you, which tells you that he doesn’t believe a word you say, you reach up to press a gentle kiss to his cheek. “Thank you for being here, you know?”

“Of course, hase,” he mumbles in thought, the material of your robe feeling soft under his touch as he lets the cogs turn in his head. With his eyebrows furrowing, he grabs you by the waist and raises you up to sit you on the bathroom counter. “On the second hand, I think I need to show you just how much I appreciate you, hm?” Ignoring yet another objecting sound from your lips, he places a kiss on the juncture of where your jaw meets your neck, and moves his kisses down until he’s met with your robe again. With a playful glint in his eyes, he lets his fingers work the knot of your robe’s belt.

His eyes widen as his brain registers the fact that you are not wearing anything underneath the robe, and you reply to his flabbergasted look with an innocent shrug of your shoulders as you give him the excuse, “I was about to take a shower before I… well, had a moment.”

You watch as a string of expletives leave his lips, and he needs to take a moment to recover as he mumbles, “Guter Gott.” Though, as your breathy giggles bring him back to the present, he pushes your robe off your shoulders in a quick move, and you realise there is a much darker look in his eyes when your eyes meet again, “And you think my girls are not enough.”

Before you can answer, his hands are quick to grab your breasts as he gives them a firm squeeze, causing you to forget whatever clever comeback you had and instead let out a shallow exhale. “They’re small,” you complain, but he is quick to shut you down by pinching your left nipple between his two fingers – not enough to make it actually hurt, but enough to shock you into shutting up and letting out a small yelp instead.

“Stop talking,” the sharper undertone of his voice has you biting the corner of your bottom lip in anticipation, but his eyes soften as he looks at the bewildered look on your face. “Here’s what’s going to happen,” he fixes you with his stare as his hands go back to gently handling your breasts, “I’m going to fuck you in front of this mirror so that you can see just how beautiful you are, and you’re not going to say a word unless it’s a moan or telling me to stop.”

With a slacked jaw you stare at your boyfriend, your sweet Mick who is soft and treats you as if you’re a china doll most of the time. But now, he looks at you with a stern look in his eyes, and the fact that they are a few shades darker than their normally baby-blue colour tells you that he means business. “Can you kiss me first?” Your voice is breathy, because everything about Mick makes it harder to breath harder, and the corner of his mouth rise in a small smirk as his brain registers the desperation in your voice. “Please.”

“How can I not when my pretty girl is being so well-mannered?” He watches as you straighten up in your place, which causes you to come closer to his face and he lets out a low chuckle. “Patience, baby,” he moves his hands to cup your face and his thumbs gently caress the tops your cheeks. He teases you by dipping his head until his lips are touching yours, and he lets out another chuckle when you chase his lips when he slightly pulls away. But deciding to alleviate you from your pain, he finally presses his lips against yours – though his kiss is nothing like his soft touch from mere moments ago.

His tongue explores your mouth as if he hasn’t kissed you a million times before, but his kiss is as bruising as they come. He draws all kinds of noises from you, with a single kiss, and it would be concerning how much you lose yourself in him if it wasn’t too good. You manage to nip at his lower lip just as he is starting to pull away.

“Gut sein,” he mumbles, the small (but accomplished) smile on your lips bringing a smile to his own. “Now, what do you say to me for the kiss, hm?”

Be good, he says – you can totally do that. His lips move down to your jaw to then your neck, and your lips form a perfect ‘O’ when he starts nipping and sucking on your skin. “Thank you for the kiss, Micki,” you mumble breathily, your hands grabbing his forearms to move his hands from your face back onto your breasts. He lets an appreciative hum as his hands go back to fondling the skin under his hands, which elicits a louder moan from your lips, “Oh, that feels good.”

Mick’s reply comes in the form of another hum as he keeps on sucking hickeys, which will undoubtedly make you complain to him tomorrow, but the way he handles you is enough to convince you not to care. After he’s satisfied with handiwork; he pulls back from your neck to only dip his head more to take one of your nipples to his mouth while his hand is busy groping the other breast, causing you to weave your fingers through his hair to press him closer to your chest. His ministrations, combined with his intention of marking up your chest as he did your neck has you ending up as a whimpering mess on the bathroom counter, calling out Mick’s name to do something more in hopes of him keeping his promise. His voice is husky as he asks, “Now do you believe me?”

Your hands are on him the second he pulls away and his breathing is a mess while you scramble to get off his shirt; your hands gliding across his chest down to the start of his running shorts he has from his morning run, and he has to restrain himself from letting out a groan as you sit in front of him with wide eyes and lips that are pink from all the biting. You voice is also husky as you answer his question with one of your own, “Are you going to fuck me now, liebste?”

He smiles sweetly at your attempt of trying to take back the reigns, and he tries to appear in though as he slowly pulls you off the counter. “In a second, I have to check something first.” He quickly turns you around to face the mirror, where you watch his hand’s movements as it slides from your waist down to the front of your sleeping shorts. The gasp that leaves from between your lips causes his sweet smile to morph into something more mischievous, and you catch his smirk on the mirror in front of you as he lets his fingers feel the wetness between your legs. “You’re soaked, hase, I think you’re more than ready.”

“Yes, please,” your voice comes off in a whimper as you slip your hand behind you to palm the bulge that presses onto your back through the material of his shorts that hang lower on his hips. You let out another moan when his fingers make their way towards your clit, which is his way of reminding you of who’s in charge – and it’s most definitely not you given the fact that you almost topple over the counter when he presses his fingers with slightly more pressure. You hear him let out a low groan when you move your hand slightly, but his fingers continue their movements which causes you to let out small mews of pleasure.

After he pulls his fingers out of your short, and consequently makes a show of licking them clean that leaves you quite literally panting with need. Smirking at your reaction, he taps the outside of your upper thigh, “Spread your legs, baby, watch me on the mirror, hm?” He makes sure to place your hands on the countertop after he’s done taking of the remainder of your clothing and underwear. A part of you is sure he’s secretly enjoying the attention and how good you’re being as you silently watch him ges out of his own shorts and underwear. “You ready?”

“Mhm-hm,” you mumble as you nod quickly and gather your hair on one of your shoulders.

Mick presses his lips on your bare shoulder as he grabs your waist with one of his hands, grabs the base of his cock with his free hand and guides it between your legs – a gasp leaves your lips as the tip of his cock presses into you. He’s slow as he guides the rest of his cock into your pussy, and you drag out his name under your breath. “So good,” he murmurs as his hand joins his other one on your hip, and he tries to keep his hips still to give you an opportunity to get used to it, “always feel so good for me.”

Your hands grab the marble tighter as the stretch has you wanting to just press your hips backwards against his, “Move, Micki, please.”

He meets your eyes through the mirror and chuckles lowly, “Patience, baby,” he repeats his words from before – but he obliges you nonetheless, as he pushes in all the way in a move that knocks all the breath out of your lungs. He is slow as he starts moving his hips in a steady rhythm. But soon he picks up the rhythm, and every snap of his hips to yours has you becoming more and more of a whimpering mess. His eyes capture your blush that is painting your cheeks and he lets his eyes wander lower where it has started to move towards your chest, which he’s more than welcome to adore the view of your breasts moving with every move his hips makes.

The moans that rip from the back of your throat become louder, stronger and more demanding as Mick decides to thrust himself deeper into you – a sweet reminder that you’ll definitely be feeling him for the rest of the day and all of tomorrow. You can’t seem to form sentences with words other than more, please and various forms of his name, but he grants you what you want when one of your hands leave the counter to pull him in for a kiss. It’s messy and rushed, but it leaves you lightheaded as you find yourself begging for more when he pulls away. “No, no, I want more,” a high-pitched whine begs, and you drag out the next word, “please.”

Mick lowers his head enough for his lips to be level with your ear. “Look into the mirror, hase,” his breath hits your skin, and he rewards you with a sweet smile, “you see what I see?”

“I don’t see you giving me another kiss,” you grumble, but quickly stop rebutting when his hips deliver a rather sharp push, “fuck, that feels good.”  

“Look how beautiful you look,” he pants, his laboured breath hitting your ear, “the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.” You’re sure your skin will be bruised from the way his fingers grabs onto your hips – not that it would look out of place with other parts of your body he’s already marked you on. “And you say you’re not enough, God, hase.”

Your hand snakes its way from his neck towards his hair as your fingers thread through his locks. “I need more, Micki, please.”

But unfortunately for you, Mick has every intention of  ignoring your pleas. “Do you know why I call you hase?” Between the haze of him fucking you into the counter and his breathy words, you manage to give him a weak shake of your head. “It’s because I love seeing your tits when you’re bouncing on my cock.” To accentuate his point, he holds your hips in place as he delivers sharper thrusts.

“I thought it was because of the way I scrunch my nose,” you gasp while pulling at his hair. Though it is not exactly the part he chooses to focus on – instead, he watches as your already blushed cheeks become a deeper shade. Another gasp, this time laced with a louder moan, is ripped from you when he continues the sharper movement of his hips, “I– Mick, right there!”

“Shh, I got you,” he soothes your moans as he stills the movement of his hips for a minute to hike your left leg to rest it on the counter and then grabs the hand you have raised up to do the same, “hang on for me, okay?” He watches as you give him a tentative look through the mirror as he wraps his arm across your middle to reach for your clit as he harshly pushes himself back into you.

Combined with his thumb applying pressure onto your clit and the way he’s filling you up once again causes you to moan his name louder than before. “I’m not going to last,” the whiny words leave your lips before you can stop them, and he gives you a smirk as his fingers quicken their pace, “fuck, Micki, just like that.”

Lost in the pleasure building up in your lower stomach, you don’t realise his free hand moving up to cup your breast until he’s pinching your nipple between his fingers to draw out another moan from your lips, which sounds more like a scream because of all the please you’re feeling. “Do you see how beautiful you are? Look at yourself, baby.”

“Please Mick,” you let out a moan meddled with a sob as you watch your reflection in the mirror – the way your body is shaking with every movement of his hips and the way his front is pressed into your back, the disheveled look of your sweaty hair, and the way your wide eyes accompany your blushed cheeks, “make me come, please, I’m so close.” Your words must’ve acted as a source of motivation, since he quickens the pace of his hips and presses his thumb more as he continues the steady movements, which has you chanting out nothing but praises and a string of yes, yes, yes, yes.

Regardless of the condom he’s wearing, Mick can tell when you’re close as you clench around him, and he urges you to let go by mumbling into your skin, “It’s okay, hase, let it go.” And who are you to not give your boyfriend what he asks of you? So he’s there to guide you through your release while you sink your nails into his biceps to still yourself. He’s not far as he reaches his own peak and spills into you, which pulls yet another moan from you as you also hear his loud groan – a sound you’ll never get sick of hearing. You gasp lightly when he eventually pulls out of you; though when he sees the tired smile you give through the mirror (and yes, maybe he does call you hase because you do scrunch your nose while smiling), he responds with one of his own as he presses small kisses to your hairline, “There’s my smile.”

“I love you,” your raspy voice whispers, and suddenly you’re lost once again in the way he’s looking at you – a habit you’ll gladly keep.

“I love you too,” he responds, his nose nuzzling your jaw before giving you a sweet kiss, and it makes him chuckle lightly when you’re chasing his lips once again when he pulls away. “Come on, now we both need a shower.” The sounds of your giggles when he picks you up to get both of you into the shower, and as you hid your face in the crook of his neck you hear him mumble, “Mein hübsches mädchen.” My pretty girl.

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[sebastianwallows]

Lust

Sebastian Sallow x f!Reader

WARNING: 18+ smut, dark!sebastian,

NOTE: Anon request for "Seb + lust potion". Everyone is aged up! Tbh I don't know how I feel about how this turned out

Sebastian wasn't innocent at the beginning or end this quest. He had taken an interest in the dark arts since his 4th or 5th year at Hogwarts. He was driven by his parents ceaseless curiosity while they were alive and later in life by trying to cure Anne. After everything happened with his uncle and everyone involved chose to spare him the justice of the wizarding world, he toned it down.

That didn't mean he let go of it entirely. He continued to explore things that could be considered "dark arts" but things that could be used day-to-day or at least when it was convenient. Currently, he was in his home at Feldcroft, alone without Anne or Solomon to be his keepers.

He drank a bit too much Dragon Barrel brandy, especially for someone trying to accomplish what he was. He wanted to modify a draught of Amortentia in a way that made it more than some temporary infatuation, but a way that made someone painfully lustful. And the someone he wanted to give it to was you.

You were the only person who was really in his corner anymore, but he hadn't been able to think straight since he'd officially lost everyone else. He hadn't been able to settle with all of the guilt and fear that any day one of you would just turn him in. So, he had taken to drinking and being a degenerate no matter how much you tried to save him.

If you knew his secrets, maybe you would finally turn your back on him for good, but for now, you couldn't help that you loved him all these years.

Sebastian's problem was now that in the midst of his drinking and scheming, he took the Amortentia himself as opposed to having more of his brandy. He passed out shortly afterward, at least making it to his couch. Which is where you found him in the morning.

You had come as you did every morning to make sure he at least ate one meal without booze. You came over sleepy and with just a knitted shawl to cover your night dress. It wasn't as if Sebastian was ever aware enough to notice you anymore, not like the hungry glances you used to see from him. And it was always dark when you wandered over from your stay, getting ready for the rest of your day in Sebastian's home.

When you came in the first thing you noticed was that he hadn't even made it to bed last night. It made you let out a sad sigh. You weren't cleaning up the mess of potion bottles he left out for god knows what, he could deal with that on his own, but you at least planned to wake him up.

"Sebastian..." your voice was soft as you shook his shoulders, unable to be anything but tender with him despite everything.

He heard you and groaned. He expected his skull to be throbbing from last night, but he felt really confused when the blood rushed to a different head. His eyes shot open and he startled the both of you, making you stumble to a seat right next to his knees.

"Sebastian?! What the hell did you drink last night?" He figured that out about as soon as his eyelids felt heavy looking at you. He could see the outline of your breasts, your hips, your curves; he could see everything through your thin gown and felt like he was going to explode. Did you always come over here like this? Is he that stupid to not have taken you yet?

His thoughts wandered all over the place as you placed a hand on his chest in worry. "Sebastian? Are you in there? What's wrong?" You hadn't seen him look this sober in a year or two honestly.

He squeezed his eyes shut tight, running a hand threw his hair before he propped himself up, face just inches from yours.

"I-yeah, I just had some really strange dreams. I don't know what happened last night."

You crossed your arms, ignoring the lure of his rough morning voice before scolding him, "Well, I'm not cleaning up whatever all this is. I'm not your maid."

His maid? Is that really how you felt? You stood up, shuffling over to his kitchen to get hot water started. His jaw nearly fell to the floor as he saw your entire silhouette through your gown; with the way, the sun was shining it was like you were delivered to him on a silver platter.

He couldn't think straight. He was thinking about how constricting his pants felt, how hot his skin was, how much he wanted to practically eat you alive.

He stood up to stretch before he followed after you like a puppy. He peeled his old shirt over his head without a care. He felt like he was going to melt with it sticking to him.

When you turned around to meet him you had to work hard to contain your expression. You were looking right into his chest with how tall he'd gotten. All you could see were fleshy arms and chest just absolutely covered in freckles.

"Wait," you looked up at him, unable to contain your surprise as he spoke, "I know you're not my maid. I know how much you take care of me here," he used his fingers to swipe some loose hairs from around your face, "let me be your maid today."

You couldn't contain your laughter at how goofy he sounded. It made him a little bit angry, he just wanted to say whatever would get you to let him ruin your soft skin and he couldn't even manage that right anymore.

"Sebastian, I don't know what's going on today, but just go do whatever you do."

You waved him off, attempting to turn back towards the kitchen when he grabbed your wrist tightly, "I can run your bath for you?"

He dropped to his knees in front of you, looking up at you through his lashes as he brought your hand to his cheek.

"Please. I know I've been a burden, I've been - I've been bad, but I want to help. I want to do better by you."

You eye him strangely, unsure of what is going on. You've seen his charades and empty promises before and this definitely sounded like that. If you didn't know better you would almost think he was trying to seduce you in some weird way, but that would be a first.

"Seb. I love you dearly, but I don't know what you're doing and you know I don't trust you."

He groaned, dropping your hand, leaning his head against your legs. He was completely unable to resist running his hands along the back of your calves.

"Okay, you know how I go to Penny's Pub."

"Yes, Sebastian, unfortunately I do."

He started speaking again, standing up slowly as he did and caressing your curves the whole way up, he decided to play the helpless card, "I'm embarrassed," he intentionally avoided your gaze, " some woman I never met bought me a drink and I didn't feel so good so I came back here."

He was really trying to playing it up as he ran his fingertips up and down the back of your neck, "But I, I think she slipped me a lust potion. It's some gross modification of Amortentia."

He avoided your gaze, the redness in his cheeks in ears made it seem like he wasn't lying through his teeth.

"O-okay and what am I supposed to do?" The rise and fall of your chest came quicker, "You got yourself into this mess, it's nothing to do with me."

You did your best to brush him off, not wanting to give in to whatever game this was. Even if it was true, it didn't mean you owed him anything. He wasn't the Sebastian you used to know.

You attempted once more to turn away from him, but his grip along your jaw tightened. "I need you," he spoke aggressively before his lips met yours in a crushing kiss.

You placed your hands on his chest in attempt to push him back, but he responded by pinning you to the counter, tilting his head so he could speak low into your ear, "I know you need this too," his hand drifted to your skirts, dipping beneath to trace the skin of your thigh, "you can fight me, but I know I'll find you dripping underneath of here. I need the tight little pussy I've never been strong enough to take."

You could feel him drifting closer to the wetness you were ashamed of, you squirmed, but it made no difference. You could feel how stiff he was against you, how his hot commanding breath felt on your neck. "I can't hold back anymore," he whimpered, almost sounding sorry and pathetic for what he was about to do. His fingers passed through your slick folds, smearing it around to press a lubricated thumb to your clit.

"Sebastian..." You gave yourself to how good it felt, hands turned to fists as you clenched onto his pecs.

"I've been so stupid. Could've had you drooling on my cock like this the whole time." You let out a sharp moan of disappointment as he took is hand away before hoisting you onto the counter top.

He looked at you sinfully, your flushed demeanor of want and fear, your rumpled clothes splayed out over your legs you didn't even know you were spreading. He couldn't contain himself as he growled low in his throat, taking the collar of your gown and tearing through the buttons. He yanked harder still until the skirt tore straight in half.

There you were, naked, swollen, soaking, torn between the "no" you know you should give him and the fact that you can't seem to open your mouth open.

"You're so fucking perfect," for a few moments he couldn't bring himself to do anything besides stare and drink you in, "I'm going to leave bruises here," he palmed the skin of your hip, over the curve of your belly, continuing upwards, "and here. Maybe bite marks, maybe I'll leave my seed here to stain you," he flicked his fingers across your nipple, massaging the warm flesh.

He took the step forward to be directly between your legs, pinning your wrists to the counter top. He looked right into your eyes, "I might tie these up to mark them up too. So everybody can see what you let me do."

He knelt in front of you, his blown pupils never looking away from yours as he grabs you by the thighs and pulls you into his mouth. His lips cover your mound, tongue tracing your folds before flicking across your clit.

Your mewls and moans drive him to keep going and work harder, sucking on the sensitive nub and digging his fingers into your thighs. He looked beautiful between your legs, a mess of auburn hair with freckled fingers holding you hostage to his assault.

"Sebastian, Sebastian, I -" Your legs clenched and he gripped you hard to keep you from closing them, he knows your close. He's nearly done in for himself with your taste and scent, he felt like you could be his last meal and he would die a happy man.

When he feels the final tension from your legs he completely releases you, standing up and holding you by the hips. You nearly have tears in your eyes from how close you were when he denied you of it. You could see his damp mouth and chin just inches from your face.

You flinch when he swipes a finger through your folds before bringing it up to your lips. You feel embarrassed to smell and see your arousal. He uses his clean hand to drag your chin down and force your mouth open, "Taste how dirty you are, Y/N. You've been so needy for me this whole time."

You can feel the tears of frustration about to come out as you let him pop his finger into your mouth, forcing you to clean it all off.

"I bet it hurts to be so pent up, so close, but not able to get what you want," a wet slap echoes through the room as you bite your lip to hold back your pleas, "that's how you've made me feel this whole time. Trouncing around in a harlot's clothes, waiting for someone to stop being a gentleman," he chuckled darkly, "but I bet you didn't expect it would be me who would torture you."

You can't find any words as you see the look of nothing but lust on his face, he has no compassion for you right now, he's thinking only of doing all the things he's wanted for so long.

You find yourself slightly surprised as he lifts you up to carry you into his bedroom where he tosses your bare form onto the bed. You feel like prey with how he looks down at your form.

Yet you can't find it in you to look away as he pulls his belt from his trousers first, then unfastens the button to allow the to hit the floor, taking his undergarments with them.

He's bigger than you anticipated. His cock is swollen looking as if it's about to burst at any moment as he crawls between your legs to pin you down. You yelp as he pulls you by you hips to meet his cock, grinding against you while he covers your lips with his.

The kisses are sloppy as his tongue traces patterns on your lips before you let him in, he pulls at your lips with his teeth leaving bitten flesh before you finally let him inside. They're suffocating and intoxicating all at the same time, every sensation feels like it's magnified at this point.

You wrap your arms helplessly around him, feeling his pulse through his biceps and the tensed muscles along his back. He moves down to your breasts leaving a trail of bites while you rut against each other for relief.

He pulls back to take in the full site of you before positioning himself at your entrance. He wants to see you fall apart when you have the full force of him inside of you. Without any time to react he thrusts himself into you, the room filling with the sounds of moans and wet skin.

All he cared about was how you practically swallowed his cock. You were wet and needy and he felt like he could have cum on the spot, but he wanted to hold back. He wanted to make you sore, to show everyone what he had done to you.

He fucked you relentlessly with one hand braced on your hip and another he moved down to play with you once more. He needed you to like it whether you wanted to or not. He needed to know he made you finish with the full force of his cock and his fingers.

You could see how flushed he was in the face and chest, clearly holding back. You couldn't deny how attractive he was as he pounded in and out of you. As you noticed all the freckles on his body in place you had never imagined they'd be; the way his hands looked pressing into your skin almost painfully.

The way he looked down at you with hooded eyes, intent on leaving you destroyed as he fucked you and fought to give you the orgasm he so abruptly took from you earlier.

You felt it building in your stomach and pulled Sebastian down on top of you, feeling greedy to want to feel his weight all over you when you came crashing down. You felt it through your stomach like electricity as you squeezed your legs around him crying out nonsense from the pleasure.

When he realized you were there he picked up his pace, allowing himself the permission to release right inside of you. He grunted and you could feel him so deep inside that you thought you were going to fall apart. He had wanted to shoot his ropes of cum all over you and see you as his crumpled-up little mess, but he didn't have the strength to do it.

He collapsed against you and you both breathed heavily together. He didn't know if the potion made these things any more intense, but he felt like he could see stars from how hard he had just finished. He clutched at you a little more gently than before, nuzzling into your neck.

"Y/N..." your name fell off of his lips in a deep sigh. The smallest bit of guilt settled in with him now that he was 100% not under the influence of anything else.

You let yourself play with his hair softly as he spoke up, "I need to tell you something."

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[777bae]

F1 FEMALE DRIVER HEADCANONS

PAIRING… f1!drivers x fem!driver | WC… 0.4k | Masterlist

➭ Having basically all of the older drivers as your parents (mainly Lewis, Seb and Daniel).

➭ Being slightly younger than Oscar.

➭ Karaoke sessions with the drivers and it always just ends up in you singing beautifully whilst the latter almost lose their voice.

➭ Being besties with Carlos and Lando and either you gang up on either or both gang up on you.

➭ Always being picked as a partner in grid challenges, no matter the topic and somehow your team always seems to win, leading you to be known as the ‘most cultured’ driver.

➭ Being known as the ‘model’ of the paddock as you always turn up in the best outfits during race week.

➭ Having many fans either want to be you or be with you.

➭ Being an absolute idiot with Charles wherever whenever with Daniel or Seb having to marshall your stupidness.

➭ Every driver believing that you and Oscar are a thing, no matter how many times you both try to deny the speculations.

➭ Having gossip sessions with whichever driver you can get a hold of, mainly those being Daniel, Lando, Carlos and Charles. Also having them eavesdrop on conversations you have with your other friends and immediately asking you about it once the call ends.

➭ All of the drivers just ganging up on George and joining in on George’s intro meme, with you winning of course.

➭ Lando and Daniel bullying you into having one of those jpg accounts after multiple fans point out how their own accounts are basically just fan accounts for you (mainly Lando’s). Your first post includes a dramatic and over the top photoshoot by the two before being followed by a few mugshots of the drivers.

➭ Each driver being given a nickname after certain crashes, yours being the torpedo after you infamously charged straight into Carlos’ car (the nickname given as Carlos had, very exaggeratedly, described what you looked like). Other drivers nicknames being: Beyoncé belonging to Lando after the radio recording of him screaming (hitting a high note) after losing control of his car was released.

➭ You basically trying to bully Lance into giving you a few extra notes in cash at any chance you can, whenever Lawrence is not around of course.

➭ Having Yuki take you and Pierre to his house whenever you’re in the country after begging him to let his mother make some food for the two of you. This idea spiralling off the one time Yuki let you try one of his homemade meals, the recipe, he said, belonging to his mother.

➭ ‘Michael Jackson’ being another one of your nicknames as you performed one of the artists dances for a challenge… whilst being dressed up like him. And of course having Daniel record the whole thing and posting it online, leading to the whole f1 world calling you that nickname.

➭ Never ending rivalry between you and Lando (basically you two just acting like kids all the time).

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[thepersonnamedsam]

headcanons of the genz!driver

pairing: the genz!driver

summary: some cute and chaotic headcanons of the genz!driver

warnings: none :)

note: we love ourselves a chaotic queen

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we all know that a 18/19 year old will cause chaos on the grid, much more even if she is allowed to be there and not get evicted

like there was this one time, where she snook into the drivers conference, she was late, as usual, and instead of being silent and unnoticed, she let the door fall shut loudly and announced her great entry with: „welcome my fellow drivers, the best one has arrived and will grace your presence from now on. please, do not stop the meeting on my behalf, i am just here to look pretty.“

or there was a time when the FIA announced that no bikes on the track were allowed anymore and what do you think, at the next race, she arrived with her super fancy bike, blasting bicycle from queen singing the lyrics and riding her bike around the track, obviously

we love ourselves a confident queen

and she is so relatable

like, she posts vlogs on youtube of her life, stuff with a day at the paddock or a day outside the paddock and look, even though she is famous, her life is so relatable

she can’t drive, (seb learned it with her though), she struggles with her hair, almost every day, doing normal stuff is really hard because of mental health problems, her anxiety sparks in situations she doesn’t know, her jokes are weird and dark and almost no one understands them. it’s like she is almost a normal teenager

young fans, female ones especially, look up to her so much, just because she is honest, shares her struggles and is so supportive about it. depression and anxiety are valid and is not something to hide, it’s okay to struggle and she talks so openly about it. fans absolutely adore her and because of her, some find inspiration to do stuff they wouldn’t have done normally

so many young girls started karting because of her, she believes in everyone of them and is sure that they can make it big

lewis and seb are so proud of her, seeing her inspire so many people, makes them feel so so proud. seb has seen her grow up and has helped all the way from karting to formula 1

we all know that seb is the worrying one and always urges her to be careful. but lewis, oh lewis does stuff with her, that if seb actually knew what it was, he would die of a heart attack

he took her to go skydiving once, having her swear not to tell seb or lando, because he would so tell everyone else and seb would instantly know

or the one time let her have a drink with him when she was still underage, psst don’t tell seb

lewis is the cool grid dad, that lets her do stuff that she shouldn’t, always supervised though

because if you let her unsupervised, she is pure chaos

the one time her and lando got left alone, they had to get rescued by george

lando‘s car broke down

and not broke down like it just stopped working

no, his fiat jolly fell down, it laid on its side, on her side to be specific. lando and you were doing stupid stuff, putting all the weight on one side to see how much it would take to overthrow the car

it didn’t take much…

when seb found out, he didn’t let her out if his sight, always making sure she wasn’t doing something stupid that could get her injured

when seb retired, she cried like a baby. she was not sure what to do without him on the paddock, who would make sure she wouldn’t die? who made sure she was drinking enough and eating probably (it was a bit dramatic, because her personal trainer was doing that aspect of her life and not seb).

but still, she would miss seb, she would miss him a lot

that’s where danny comes, seeing her so lost and struggling, he kind of swept into her life as an older grid brother

helping her with stuff and being protective

he was not as great as seb or lewis, who is still the fun grid dad, but danny did his best

she is so happy to have all those people around her

and she is forever grateful and tries to let them know how grateful she is, but sometimes it backfires a bit

like the time she tried to gift all of them something for christmas

oh that was chaos

what do you gift 19 drivers, all at least 4 years older than her, something for christmas that is personal for them and her?

lance got alcohol, he was happy about it

she got lando some socks, he wasn’t sure why

alex got hair dye, made sense

she gifted max a stuffed lion, which he was actually happy about

but george got a shirt with a naked torso on it… she found it hilarious, he not so much

charles got a ‚sorry that your team is shit‘ bracelet

carlos got a chilli tree and a hard copy of smooth operator

zhou got a book of all of lewis‘ paddock looks

lewis got a whole gift basket with vegan stuff and toys for roscoe and a day with her

and many other weird gifts, but it shows that she is so grateful of all the people around her

we know that she always gives her best and that’s the most she can do

°°°

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[princessconsuela120]

✰RETURNING THE FAVOR✰

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Summary: Sebastian gets hit with a curse during crossed wands, and you treat his wounds.

Warnings: flirty shirtless Seb, fluff

Author's Note: this is kinda a part two to patching up, but it also stands alone. don't forget to vote on my page! enjoy guys!!!

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YOU HAD BEEN SITTING WITH SEBASTIAN FOR ABOUT AN HOUR NOW, sitting in your usual spot in the room of requirements, just swapped spots. Normally it was you who would be patched up by your dear boyfriend, but he decided he wanted to give you the heart attack today. You were attending the most recent Crossed Wands tournament, watching as Sebastian was about to win before Leander Prewitt threw a final blow at Sebastian. Probably sour about the fact that Sebastian had beaten him, he threw a curse at Sebastian that wasn’t allowed in crossed wands, diffindo. Due to the harm it causes to the target, for safety reasons crossed wands forbid it. So of course somehow Sebastian managed to get hit with it anyway.

“Oh quit being such a baby.” You teased, making Sebastian wine as he moved his head away from the medicine you were applying. He scoffed, crossing his arms angrily.

“I’m not a baby. I’m a man.” He mumbled angrily, a deep pout on his face. You pouted at him mockingly, a teasing tilt to your head as you met eyes with him.

“Of course you are. You’re a very, manly baby.” You teased once again, pinching his cheek making him groan. Most of his wounds were spread across his chest, four large gashes that were now dry with blood. You had to struggle not to fall for his insistent flirting due to the fact you treated him with his shirt off.

“This isn’t fair.” He hissed, making you roll your eyes as you carefully padded at his chest with a wet rag.

“Yeah well, life isn’t fair.” You teased, holding one hand on his shoulder to keep him in place. “Now hold still baby.”

“Hmpf.” He mumbled, making you chuckle at the pout on his face.

“Maybe if you didn’t want this to happen you shouldn’t have been dueling with Leander anyway.” You explained, regardless of the fact that crossed wands decided the opponents. Well, that’s not exactly true. Sebastian had come to Lucan during 3rd period and pulled him by the collar, demanding that he assign Sebastian to Leander so he could knock some sense into him.

“He started it!” Sebastian shouted, his face growing red with anger.

“See, you say that every time, yet you’re always the one who’s starting it.”

He huffed angrily, not even responding and instead grumbling to himself. You could tell it was taking everything in Sebastian not to stomp his foot right now.

“Stupid Prewitt. I would have the right mind to report him to Weasley.” Sebastian’s fists clenched, causing you to intertwine your fingers in his, calming him down.

“And why aren’t you?”

“Cause then she’d cancel crossed wands.”

“Right, and then you wouldn’t be able to assert your dominance by fighting.” You teased, kissing his forehead as he rolled his eyes.

“Oh please. If I wanted to assert my dominance I’d just punch Leander in his slug nose.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time.” You said with a sigh, gently applying a wrap to the gashes on his chest. You tended to him with such care he almost forgot he was even injured. He honestly loved being taken care of, even if it bruised his pride, it led to quality time that just made him fall deeper in love with you.

“The prick had it coming.”

“Sebastian, you can’t just obliviate everybody that’s nice to me.” You lectured, pinching your forehead with frustration as you remembered the reason Sebastian had targeted Leander to begin with. (Though it usually didn’t take much for Sebastian to target him.)

“He wasn’t being nice, he was flirting. There’s a difference y/n.” Sebastian replied sarcastically, making you roll your eyes.

“Okay well, I’m sorry I didn’t realize asking what we did in Herbology yesterday was flirting.”

He shifted in his spot, pulling his shirt back over his head at he pointed at you defiantly.

“It is when he says ‘ oh, oh y/n, my favorite (your house). I missed Herbology yesterday, perhaps you could fill me in. Maybe then we can snog in the bathrooms!” He yelled, mimicking leanders voice with a high pitched whiny voice. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes playfully at his jealousy.

“That’s not what he said.”

“Well, it was implied.” He sulked, crossing his arms as his eyebrows furrowed, turning away from you angrily. You couldn’t help but laugh, catching his attention. He turned back to you, the pour on his face almost adorable.

“What?” He asked angrily, only making you laugh harder.

“You’re adorable when you’re angry.” You teased, running a hand through his hair. His face softened, his eyes lighting up when you begin running your fingers gently against his forehead. “You get this cute little furrow in your brow.” You continued, tracing the indent that once sat between his eyebrows, which now turned into a flirtatious grin.

“Oh am I?” He flirted, raising an eyebrow as he pulled you into his lap, making you giggle at the tickled his hair caused when he kissed your neck.

“You are.”

“Well, lucky for me, you’re always cute.”

He continued to pepper her in kisses, making her sigh as she pulled away.

“Promise me you’ll stop getting in duels all the time?” You tried, glancing at him with a worried expression. You raised an eyebrow at him with warning, which he only minicked.

“Promise me you’ll stop getting into fights with poachers?” He countered, making you smirk at him.

“We both know that won’t happen, love.” You teased, running your fingers through his hair. He held you closer, burrying his face in your neck.

“Well then you have your answer.” He mumbled, causing you to roll your eyes as you both giggled, before soon pulling him into a sweet kiss. A kiss which was soon interrupted by a pain filled groan coming from Sebastians own stupidity.

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[adventuringblind]

Drive Forever With You

Chapter Two: Discoveries, birds and bees.

Max verstappen x Lando norris x Charles leclerc x reader

Genre: idk man it's a series

Summary: The reader has been used by her father for many things, resulting in some interesting quirks. When her father ends up under house arrest, she finds herself tangled in a world of fast cars, love, and inhuman abilities.

Chapter summary: Max and Reader become friends, Seb is a proud dad, and the reader is learning about people and feelings. Despite the chapter title, I swear there is nothing sexual going on.

Warnings: mentions of abuse, talks of sickness, injury descriptions, SH and Suicidal ideation

Notes: it's gonna get dark, but have no fear it will get better, I swear. Also, please don't read if you get triggered. I got triggered but read anyways because if your like me somehow reading what fictional me is doing helps immensely. I just ask that you be careful. My inbox and asks are always open :)

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Max had quickly learned that this girl was the only one who understood him. She somehow knew exactly what he was thinking. Exactly what he needed. It was ridiculous because he felt that he couldn't reciprocate.

The two had formed their own little team. Max would sneak away with his data to see her, and she would tell him everything he needed to fix in a way he actually understood. Not just being talked at for hours about his mistakes.

He didn't realize someone could nicely tell him what he was doing wrong and also compliment him on things he was doing right. The concept was foreign.

He quickly found himself looking for her all the time. She looked fragile compared to everyone else. Like the wind could pull her away.

But he also couldn't get a read on her quite yet.

Seb, on the other hand, had learned much more in the span of a couple of months. Things that didn't make him any less concerned.

He quickly found that her favorite hobby was doing incredibly stupid things that could get her hurt or even killed. Even the mundane daily tasks. It's like if he didn't feel pain, then she was doing something wrong. He blames it on her prior upbringing.

He frequently caught her with bloodied arms and legs. Trying to do stupid stunts that had her neck almost snapping. She once decided to see how tall of a building she could jump off of 'for science'.

Seb could not, for the life of him, decided whether she actually wanted to die or just didn't understand the concept of safety and healing.

He tried to keep eyes on her. Not always his, but anyone's. Max included.

He was immensely grateful for the Dutch. He pratically was glued to her side. He could tell she wasn't used to the amount of interaction with people, but the smile that creeper on her face at Max's dumb jokes told him everything he needed to know.

Max had ended up catching her once. His giddy state morphed into a panicked one. He had found her messing with one of the broken ferrari engines in his downtime. He had initially been curious until he realized the engine was hot from tools, and she was doing her best to press her hands against it.

He'd fussed over her for hours. He was completely lost as to how she wasn't showing any pain. Even as he lather her hand in burn ointments and wrapped them.

Max stuck even closer to her after that.

Seb had also learned that when she wanted to protect, she wouldn't hesitate to say what she felt. including to Jos Verstappen.

He felt scared when he stumbled upon Max behind her and Jos in front. The younger Dutch is trying to look stoic but failing and the older getting increasingly angry. Y/N in between them, her mouth moving steadly, the string of compliment for Max seemingly never ending.

Seb stepped in and pulled everyone apart. He tried to talk to her, but her attention was on Max. Completely set on making sure he was okay and dragging him off to somewhere safe.

~

It was strange for Max to have a friend like this. He'd not had many growing up. Yet here he was, feeling close to a girl he'd known for about five months.

It was now summer break. Seb, having seen the two interact, decided to invite the Dutch over for a weekend. His dad was last then happy about it but didn't want to look bad in front of a world champion, so he said yes.

Seb had never heard her talk so much. She was happy and he was glad to see her smile.

Hanna had to force them to sleep at some point. Something that the girl was less than fond of. Sleep was always difficult. Sometimes, Sébastien would stay in her room if he had a feeling she was going to wake up screaming.

He hadn't thought tonight would be one of those nights. Max was in the spare room, and she was in hers. This means that Max woke up to the thrashing first. Her wall right up against his.

He knew it might be an invasion of privacy, but when he heard sniffling, he didn't care. He threw himself out of the bed and made for the door.

He made sure to knock before opening the door. He waited for a possible answer but is only met with the sound of sobs now.

Then the screaming starts.

Seb is out of bed in an instant. Knowing how bad her night terrors got, he knew he needed to act fast.

He was shocked to find her door already open, and Max gently crouched over her. The screams had stopped, but she was still sobbing. Hugging Max like her life depended on it.

Seb smiled at the two and gave them a moment. He was releived she found someone who cared about her.

He knew he had to get her back to bed, though. He crept over to Max and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"I'll take it from here." Max looks up at the older man. That same awkwardness about being in a world champion's house now escalated. "Thank you, for staying with her." Seb added in a hope of reassuring the Dutch.

Max just nodded his head and slipped out from her bed. Seb takeong his place and laying her head on his lap.

She was still crying. Seb didn't push her to talk. he just let her cry while he ran his fingers through her hair.

"He came back." She croaks. "He got you and Max." Her visions sometimes found their way into her dreams. It made it hard to decipher what was real and what wasn't.

"It's okay, we're here now. And with the way Max is glued to you, I doubt he's ever going away."

They both chuckle a bit. Eventually, with the calming presence of Seb, sleep comes clawing back to her once more.

~

Max was elated. He was finally eighteen. He was now a full fledged adult and could do adult things with the team.

And yet, despite that, he chose to spend his birthday with her. The two sprawled out on the floor on his cramped hotel room, eating his favorite foods and watching his favorite movies.

He'd never felt more at peace than in this moment. The warm smiles shared between them, making him wonder how he'd gotten so lucky.

~

It had been a year. She was now sixteen. Her birthday is a mere reminder that she is a murder. She killed her mother.

She didn't tell anyone. Nobody needed to know because they would want to celebrate. This was not something to he celebrated, but loathed.

But of course, her plans were foiled. She forgot Seb and Hanna had all her information. Of course they would know.

Her and Seb were away for another weekend, but Hanna flew down to surprise her. They made her breakfast that morning and gave her a present. It was odd, and she kept looking at them skeptically. She'd never received a present of her own.

She opens the pretty paper gently. She'd feel bad if she ripped such a delicate thing. The inside reveals a pair of keys.

"We thought since you can get you license now that you would need a car." Squeals Hanna.

She cries. Her hand flying to cover her mouth. She doesn't understand. Isn't this the anniversary of her killing someone? Why were they being so nice to her?

The paddock wasn't any better. Of course, Seb would have told everyone. People were giving her things left and right.

It was to overwhelming.

She snuck out of the Ferrari paddock to find Max. His presence was needed right now. Maybe he'd understand.

She spotted Max outside his garage. Her body moved faster than her mind. When she gets close enough, Max immediately pulls her into him. He grabs her hand and drags her off to his room in the motor home.

"I got you something." He smiles cheekily. Handing over a small cardboard box to her.

She opened it to reveal a slick black screen. A phone? Why had he gotten her a phone? The overwhelming feeling takes hold, and she is once again sobbing at the gesture

Max is frantically trying to get a read on her. "Do you now like it? Did I do something wrong?"

She shakes her head no frantically. Trying to find her words again. "I just don't understand why everyone is being so nice to me."

Max is taken aback. He knew she was American and as far as he's aware, Americans give eachothers presents.

He thinks he might be left to wonder. His mind escapes to thoughts that make no sense. Only to be pulled back by her continued explanation.

"I killed my mom today sixteen years ago. They should be looking away in disgust, not giving me gifts."

Max is constantly learning new things about this girl. He understands the waiver in her voice. The sadness when she looks at Hanna with her baby.

Max is hugging her again. He dosen't normally like physical contact, but for them, it was a way of communicating without words.

He sets his chin on top of her head and runs his fingers along her spine. "That was not your fault. Whoever told you that is a liar and an asshole."

"It feels like most of the things I was told growing up were lies." Sobs of anger and frustration leak out of her eyes.

"Now we get to find the truths, and I'll be here to help you."

~

Time flies by. Max is nineteen, and she's seventeen.

Seb had gotten her a job test driving for Ferrari and Max had been moved into redbull.

He hadn't been expecting it. He made her pinch him a few times in case he was dreaming. He cried in relief when he knew he wasn't.

Sebastian had grown even fonder of Max. He had a soft spot for the redbull team even if he wasn't driving for them.

Y/N was now diving her time between Max and Seb. And if she wasn't with them, she was probably of trying new idiotic ideas.

The voice in the front of her head said it was for experimental reasons, she she was learning something and making herself stronger as her father made her do. The voice at the back of her head knew the real reason. She liked it. She was in control of it. She deserved it.

Regardless of her reasonings, the sting of the sharp metal she was working with felt annoyingly good as it sliced into her skin.

She felt unlucky that Max had walked in on it again. She was hoping to be cleaned up before he saw her. Someone must have given out her location.

Max sighs and seats himself next to her, inspecting her crimson covered arm.

She cast her gaze downward. Shame creeping over her cheeks.

Max just pulls some bandages out of his pockets and begins trying to slow the bleeding. "Don't be scared. I can feel your body shaking."

Though it wasn't fear she was shaking with, it was anticipation. A dull throb and flash of the possible future showed her that Max was going to hit his hand on the metal and slice his knuckles open.

Just before he can, her hand falls above his, her knuckles taking the damage instead. Max it startled and stunned.

"I always forget how good your reflexes are." He smiles. The warmth of his features causes her to relax. "Next time you decided to work on something I want to be here to watch."

His protectivness over her has seemingly grown over the past couple of years.

~

Her powers have been coming in handy these days. Seb has been helping her in whatever ways he can. Always making sure she isn't trying to suppress the energy flowing in her veins into a box.

He'd noticed that some things are easier then others. She dosen't heal very often because of the excruciating amount of energy and pain she has to put in.

Small cuts had been getting easier but anything past that was to much.

She knew she was never going to be strong enough to fulfill her desired purpose. But she didn't need to anymore her goals have shifted.

Getting to test drive and try new things for Ferrari felt like a dream. She was able to take her mind out of those innately dark places and clear her head for a moment.

She shocked a lot of people. They weren't expecting her to be any good. Now they were eating their words.

She glides easily around the corners. Her ability to predict helping her immensely. She could see what the car was going to do before it even happened. How was a child who had rarely driven a kart before, driving a formula 1 car like a professional?

Max looked on with pure delight cheering for her as she continued to set faster lap times.

Seb and Max were there waiting for her when she got out of the car. Enveloping both in a hug.

~

Max hadn't yet been able to determine his feelings for the girl. He'd had partners, but none of them ended well. Mostly because none of them were her.

Curse there stupid age gap. They had met when he had barely turned seventeen, but the public image he had to keep was what was stopping him.

Other drivers on the grid had started to catch on. Seb noticed the longing glances first and the way she was always smiling at her phone second. Lewis noticed how he was always talking to her, even if both of them were busy. Daniel said they are a package deal. You can't have one without the other.

The age issues was one side of the problem, though. The other was that she was absolutely clueless.

Seb had explained to Max that she hadn't been around people much. She had barely any experience with friendships, let alone a romantic relationship. So Max didn't push. He'd let things go on their own time.

~

Seb had dreaded this dat for since he found out how little knowledge of the world she has. He knew it was going to be awkward and he wishes Hanna were here to save him.

The workers of the paddock and the drivers specifically are known for their lack of filter. She didn't understand half of what was being said but didn't want to seem stupid, so she just laughed with everyone else.

Having the birds and bees talk with a seventeen year old was not on his bucket list.

To his credit, he did try. Then he ended up calling Hanna.

The poor kid went through the four stages of grief.

The interesting part was when Hanna was explaining romantic interests. He took notice of the way the girls eyes lit up when Hanna was describing how it feels to be in love with somone.

Her eyes started to panic for a moment. Like she needed to ground herself because she was going to lose it.

Seb reached out for her and placed his hand over hers. "Are you alright? I know this is a lot and probably uncomfortable. We can stop now if you need."

She shook her head. "No- it's just that - what if I feel those things now?"

"It's normal and completely okay." Seb offers her a gentle smile. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Well, Hanna said that it makes your stomach feel funny and you smile more. I do those things with Max." She explains.

Seb nods his head in understanding. He already knew, but he wanted it to seem like he didn't. "I can't tell you what you're feeling. But, if you like those feelings you get with Max, I would say that you let them guide you."

It was the first time someone told her to follow her feelings and not her head.

~

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[nyoomfruits]

for landoscar: one having to sit in the other's lap when space is tight and them both blushing like crazy over it!

this little drabble (as far as you can call 1k of fic a little drabble) features lando being a menace, seb and his bees, and the hilarious little school trip the entire grid took to buzzing corner during the japanese grand prix which i cant find the pictures of anymore.

If anything, it’s Lando’s own dumb fault.

He’s running late, because he’s always running late, following behind Oscar who is also always running late, and seriously, who let them be teammates? Clearly they are just enabling each other’s worst habits.

They make it onto Seb’s stupid bee bus just in time, squeezing in just as Seb starts throwing impatient glances at his watch, muttering an annoyed ‘there you are’ as Oscar takes the little step into the bus, his stupid shorts sliding over his leg to reveal a tantalizing strip of thigh.

It’s the only excuse Lando has for nearly face planting himself onto the floor of the bus as he trips inside himself. He can’t believe they’re being carted around the track in an oversized van like a bunch of high schoolers going on a school trip, but it’s Seb, and most of the grid would give their lives for Seb if he asked, so.

The bus is crammed full, everyone already having taken a seat, and Oscar slides into the only seemingly available seat next to Fernando.

“What about me, then?” Lando says, waving his arms around, a little annoyed.

“Lando,” Seb says, in his ‘I’m not mad, just disappointed’ voice, “I would really like to leave now.”

“Well I can’t just-“

“Oh for fuck’s sake, Lando,” Alex says, from two seats over. “Just go and sit in Oscar’s lap or something.”

Lando opens his mouth to protest, but everyone is looking at him with slightly disgruntled facial expressions, and he sighs, defeated, before turning to Oscar, who is looking at Lando with wide eyes.

“Uh,” he says, and then shuffles in his seat a little before he goes. “Yeah, sure, just. Sit down.”

“Right,” Lando says, and then carefully sits himself down on Oscar’s thighs, trying not to inconvenience Oscar too much by putting his weight forward as much as possible.

He fails immediately, when the bus jerks forward and Lando gets flung backwards into Oscar’s lap, nearly toppling onto the floor altogether.

“Fuck,” he exclaims, but just as he’s about to slide off completely Oscar’s arms find their way around his waist, pulling him close so his back slots against Oscar’s chest.

“Careful,” Oscar says, and his mouth is right at Lando’s shoulder, his lips brushing against the fabric of Lando’s polo and Lando is going to kill Seb and his stupid bees.

“Yeah,” Lando says, “Yup, yeah, sorry.” He tries to scoot forward again, suddenly way too aware of the proximity of his ass to Oscar’s dick - and fucking damnit now he can’t stop thinking about Oscar’s dick -, but Oscar tightens his arms around him, presumably in an attempt to protect him but only resulting in making Lando feel like maybe Seb and the bees should kill him.

In the front of the bus, Seb is enthusiastically telling them about the bee project. Next to them, Fernando is staring out of the window, nodding along to whatever Seb he’s saying. On Oscar’s lap, Lando’s been stuck on a horrible loop of ‘Oscar’s dick Oscar’s dick Oscar’s dick’. Seriously. Why does the guy insist on wearing those stupid flimsy shorts. It can’t be just to torture Lando’s entire existence.

It also doesn’t help that Oscar’s breath is fanning over his neck, his mouth brushing against Lando’s shoulders, his neck ever so often as the bus bounces around the track.

Lando’s dreamt of this, before, maybe. Of Oscar behind him, of Oscar’s hands on his waist, Oscar’s mouth on his neck.

The dreams had involved considerably less clothes. Also considerably less the entire fucking F1 grid.

“You, uh, you okay?” Oscar asks, and his voice is a little tight, as he whispers low into Lando’s ear, sending shivers down Lando’s spine.

Lando once again considers the pros and cons of just flinging himself out of the window.

“Yeah. Yeah, why?” He says, trying to act casual, trying to act like Oscar’s arms aren’t currently burning a hole in Lando’s abdomen with the way they’re wrapped around him.

“You’re uh, you’re squirming. A lot. And it’s-“ Oscar cuts off, and his voice is still tight, his breath a little shaky, and when Lando scoots back only a little bit he can feel-

Oh.

Oh.

Now that’s interesting.

It’s like a switch flicks, in Lando’s brain. See before it had been the embarrassing reality of having the hots for a teammate who probably doesn’t… hot you back. But now. “It’s what?” He asks sweetly, pretending like the corner the bus takes makes him slide further back into Oscar’s lap, ‘accidentally’ grinding his ass down on Oscar’s dick.

Oscar groans, quiet and barely audible over the roar of the bus if Oscar’s mouth wasn’t right next to his ear, and his arms move from around Lando so he can grab Lando’s waist with his hands. “Lando,” he says warningly.

“Yes?” Lando asks, wiggling experimentally and letting out a frustrated little huff when he realizes Oscar’s grip is quite strong, actually.

“Will you just fucking keep still,” Oscar grits out, his hands tightening on Lando’s waist, and oh, okay. That’s kind of hot. Lando should explore that. Later. When they’re not in the stupid fucking bee bus.

“All right, that’s my queue to leave,” Fernando says, getting up out of his seat next to them. Lando hadn’t even noticed the bus had come to a standstill until everyone is already filtering out. Lando twists around in his seat to look at Oscar, and oh.

Oscar’s cheeks are a wonderful shade of bright fucking red, his pupils dilated as he pokes out his tongue to lick at his lips, and Lando briefly – very briefly – considers the pros and cons of bus sex.

“I’m-“ Oscar says, and he looks a little unsure, a little unflustered, and Lando realizes that while Oscar’s feelings have been, well. Very obvious, Lando hasn’t done anything so far but wiggle. So he surges forward, kisses Oscar quick, soft, while the camera’s are busy filming Seb showing the rest of the grid the bee hives.

“Later,” he says, promises, vows.

“Later,” Oscar agrees, voice a little hoarse, eyes a little wide.

Maybe, maybe Lando won’t kill Seb and his bees after all. Maybe, instead, he should send them some flowers. Just, as a thank you.

#ALSO thank you for all the well wishes i do feel a lil better now :) #landoscar #mctwinks #twinklaren #drabble #ask game

[cafeacademia]

𝐀 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬

𝐒𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You are absolutely falling for Sebastian, but you're convinced he couldn't possibly share the same feelings and it leads you to avoid him a little more often. Only now he's starting to get an idea of what's really on your mind.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: Some jealousy from Sebastian, pining, reader is a little self conscious, love confessions, shyness, a little bit of heated kissing, I only lightly edited this, so apologies for any mistakes.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: Approx 2k

𝐌𝐲 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 | 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Hello! Here's my first Sebastian fic, hopefully this came out okay! I'd LOVE some more Sebastian requests if you have any, if you'd like to send one please feel free! Please just check my current guidelines here Enjoy reading!! Comments and reblogs are not necessary but really appreciated!

Sebastian Sallow was certainly not going to be the reason for your gloomy mood. No, absolutely not. It was simply not fair that he was stupidly handsome and annoyingly flirtatious and all while you knew he couldn’t possibly like someone like you. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Was it obvious? Too obvious or not enough that you liked him? Were the shy looks and the way you stumbled over your words when he smirked at you enough to tell him how you felt? Or did they just make you look silly? It was hard to tell with Sebastian, because as with all things, he felt the need to playfully flirt with you. It was impossible to tell how he felt about you, but Merlin, you wished he knew the way he affected you.

But perhaps it was best he didn’t know. You were sure you weren’t his type. You’d always been a bit self conscious and you were convinced that Sebastian just flirted with you because that was just his way of messing about and getting under people’s skin. You supposed it at least worked as intended, if that was indeed his intention.

You longed to be more than friends with Sebastian. Your first two years at Hogwarts had been all sorts of mischief and adventures together and you were sure that now in your seventh year that there was likely no end to those adventures any time soon, not while you spent nearly every waking hour together. But that didn’t remedy the flutter of butterflies in your stomach when you saw him. Nor did it quell the urge to reach out and hold his hand when you felt shy or afraid or just felt the need to be closer to him. Not to mention the undeniable urge to blurt it out at him when you sat alone together in the quiet moments.

You wanted so badly for him to know about your feelings for him, but at the same time, the thought of telling him and the fear of rejection was too much to allow those words to pass your lips.

So you stayed quiet. Being friends was better than falling out because you had opposite feelings for each other.

Perhaps the thing that made all of this worse was Sebastian’s recent escapades into taking flirting a step further with the girls he liked. As far as you knew, it never went further than a little heated moment in a secluded area, with nothing but a few kisses, but Sebastian was Sebastian and that smirk and charisma was sure to charm a girl into his bed at some point or another.

“Putting the world to rights, are we?” Speak of the devil. Sebastian sat down opposite you in the library, and he shall appear. “What’s on your mind? Because that look on your face is definitely not the type that goes along with Astronomy homework.” “It’s nothing, Seb.” You put on a smile and tried to shake off the lingering doubts in your head as you attempted to reorientate yourself with the task you had been doing before you’d zoned out. “Hmm, it doesn't look like nothing.” He sighed. “Is Garreth-.” “Garreth has not asked me to do his homework for him since you threatened to put pus in his pillow last term, Sebastian.” You snorted. “He was exploiting your inability to say no to people.” He rolled his eyes. “Oh, is that it?” “Well perhaps,” He gave you a lopsided grin. “It was also because he was taking up too much of your time and I like to have my friends all to myself.” Your heart beat fast and you felt your cheeks prickle with uncontrollable heat at his comment. “Speaking of which, will you come with me to Hogsmeade later after class? I feel like I’ve barely seen you recently.” You supposed it was true, you had kind of tried to avoid him the more intense your feelings had become, but you couldn’t deny him time together, not when you loved it so much, “Of course.” You nodded in agreement, smiling softly at him. “Good, I’ll meet you outside of your class. But,” He paused. “You still haven’t told me what put such a sad look on your lovely face.” He was teasing, but there was an air of genuine concern. You sighed, twisting your hands in your lap as you diverted your gaze down to your books on the table in front of you. “I’ve just been feeling a little um, off?” You provided, though the raised brow that Sebastian gave you said all that he needed to say. He didn’t believe you.

The bell tolled and with that, you quickly began to pack your things. “I’ve got to go, Hecat won’t be pleased if I’m late again.”

Without another word, you picked up your things and rushed out of the library without him despite needing to attend the same class together, leaving Sebastian to stare after you, confused and at a loss.

Was it something he said? Sebastian swore that recently you had avoided telling him things, or releasing any of your thoughts about nearly anything he talked about these days. Perhaps you were growing apart, things like that happened, didn’t they? But Sebastian got the distinct impression that this was not a matter of growing apart, something lingered beneath the surface that stopped you from looking him in the eye and answering him with real sentences that lasted longer than a few disjointed words. There was definitely more to this and if Sebastian was good at something, it was getting to the bottom of a mystery.

Class was painfully slow. Lethifolds would have normally fascinated you, but today even Professor Hecat could not hold your attention, despite her captivating way of teaching. You didn’t sit with Sebastian like you normally did, instead you sat on the other side of the room, somewhere ahead of him and you felt like you could feel his stare on the back of your neck for the majority of the class. Your mouth ran dry when Hecat announced you’d be working in pairs, but before Sebastian could even stride across the room towards you, Leander snatched you up as his partner and instead of your usual shy mumbling to get yourself out of pairing with him and over to Sebastian, you gracefully accepted Leander’s partnership during the lesson.

“What’s with you and Sallow?” Leander asked as you both looked over the papers that Hecat had given you to identify a dark creature based on evidence alone. “What about me and Sebastian?” You asked, only half paying attention. “You’re normally attached at the hip, as it were.” He pointed out. “And um, it would appear you’re straying quite far recently.” “Yes, well Sebastian can survive without me now and again, I’m sure.” You replied rather airily, although you did not miss the odd look that Leander gave you. “I’m not so sure about that, from the looks he’s giving us right now, I’m afraid he might actually hurt me for pairing up with you.” He admitted and your eyes snapped up from your work to land on him. “What do you mean?” You asked, turning to peer over your shoulder at Sebastian. He sat on the other side of the room next to Ominis. His eyes met yours and for a moment, a look akin to jealousy bore into you, before turning back to Leander.

Defence Against The Dark Arts was finally over after nearly two hours and you felt both relief and worry pass through you at the sound of the bell in the tower ringing, both because it meant the tension would finally end, but concerned that you’d now be alone with Sebastian in Hogsmeade.

Sebastian left the room quickly and you took your time to clear up your things and leave the classroom, only for him to corner you outside of the door. “What happened to me getting my friends all to myself, hm?” He asked playfully and you were glad he wasn’t sulking. “Well I-.” “Partnering with Leander, really? Why not me?” He asked with false hurt in his voice. “Are you jealous, Sebastian?” “Something like that.” He turned serious. “Come with me, won’t you?” And you did, without question, follow him.

Sebastian led you silently off out of the castle, out of the grounds and towards a secluded spot near an old tree, away from prying ears. “There’s something you’re not telling me.” He sighed. “And as a matter of fact, I’m pretty sure I know what it is.” You looked up at him in surprise, feeling yourself heat uncomfortably at his words. “You do?” You spoke barely above a whisper, afraid to trip over your words. “Mhm, but I’ve not been entirely truthful myself lately either.” Sebastian said, leaning against the tree behind you both as he reached out to gently brush his fingers over the back of your hand. “And I’m sorry. I was too afraid to say anything because I wanted you to take me seriously and–. You know what, I’m getting ahead of myself.” He swiped a hand over his face before trying again.

“Do you know why I flirt with you?” Sebastian asked, turning to look you in the eyes. “Um, because flirting is your way of communicating without having to make deep conversation?” You squeaked it out, watching as Sebastian snorted and shook his head. “Ouch. You wound me.” He laughed, eyes softening. “No, sweetheart. I flirt with you because I have feelings for you.” “You– what?” You floundered, confused for a moment, tilting your head slightly as you studied his face for any hint of a joke or lie, but there was none. You were stunned into silence for a moment or two, until you drew in a breath to speak and you parted your lips, his name soft in your voice. “Sebastian, I didn’t realise, I thought– well I thought you might not…” You trailed off, struggling to get the words out. “Might not what?” “You might not feel the same way about me, Seb.” You almost whispered it out. “Come here, let me show you.” His fingers interlaced with yours, gently pulling you closer, his other hand guiding you to his lips.

Sebastian kissed you softly, his lips warm and gentle. His touch was intoxicating, addictive and you couldn’t get enough. The way he held you, pressing you against his body, his kisses hot and comforting and everything you needed. For so long your feelings had gone unspoken, unnoticed, but now they were out in the open, plain for Sebastian to see. Every doubt ebbing away at the edges as you gripped his robes with your fingers, deepening the kiss as he helped you into his lap, your legs on either side of his, your skirt rucked up above your knees as you let all of your feelings out silently, translating them into the quiet press of your lips, the touch of your fingers at the nape of his neck, the soft gasp that passed your lips when you felt his grip tighten.

Slowly, you parted, slightly dazed, eyes begging for more, but Sebastian smiled, pressing his thumb to your lips, gently wiping the evidence of your kiss away. “Let’s not keep feelings away from each other again, sweetheart.” He spoke softly, his touch gentle on your thigh. “I promise.” You nodded, leaning in to kiss him again, his kisses soft against your lips. “Me too.” His words brushed against your skin. “Can we stay here for a moment longer?” You asked quietly. “We can stay for as long as you like, my sweet girl.” Sebastian whispered against your lips.

#sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x reader fluff #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow x y/n #sebastian sallow fluff #sebastian sallow imagine #sebastian sallow fanfiction #sebastian sallow oneshot #hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts legacy imagine

[vetteltea]

hi congrats on the new blog!! just wanna req smth anything with seb x hamilton! reader when she visits at the same time he was in suzuka for the bee hotels and they hit it off start talking abt their passion for the environment yk

Meant to Bee | SV5

⊳ returning to the paddock with your brother & the beekeeper extraordinaire. [0.7K]

⊳ requests are still open; please send me some stuffs, i need some inspo.

You and your brother had always been close; you had been his biggest supporter for so, so long.

In all the years of following him around paddocks, you’d always picked up friends.

Your favorite has always been Sebastian.

He’d always been warm, caring. Even during his time at Ferrari, he always had a kind word for you and your brother.

Your paddock appearances had dwindled for the last few years; you had finally started University, starting your course as an environmental lawyer.

However, when Lewis had come to you, asking if you’d attend at least one Grand Prix with him this year, you’d cracked.

‘Just…consider it a holiday.” He’d coaxed you out of your University Hall, practically carrying your suitcase for you.

The first few days had been amazing; you’d gone on adventures, sent your mother a photo of you and your brother in the most stupid Nintendo hats.

However, there was a literal buzz in the air when arriving at Suzuka; you’d opted to stay at the hotel on media day for some much needed rest and relaxation, only for your phone to go off whilst receiving a deep tissue massage.

Your brother had sent you a photo, him and a familiar blonde mass of curls.

Sebastian was in Suzuka.

The moment you could, you’d opened up your social media pages, seeing that Sebastian was in fact in the Paddock, setting up bee hotels and looking…insanely handsome whilst doing so.

You miss the following text which comes flying in when you’re back in your hotel room, hair loose around your shoulders and silk dressing gown tied around your middle.

Lewis had told you he was bringing Sebastian back to the hotel for some drinks, but you weren’t aware of this, not until you opened the door to see the two figures standing at the entrance.

“Sebastian!” You don’t even acknowledge your brother, practically jumping into the blondes arms at the joy of seeing him after so long.

You hear his laughter, wrapping his own arms around you, pressing a kiss to your cheek, asking how you had been doing since you’d last seen one another.

After getting changed, the three of you had gone down to the bar in the hotel, a few drinks over catching up on the past few years.

Lewis, being the social butterfly he was, ended up finding Bono and having a drink with him too, whilst you and Sebastian remained comfortable on the couch.

It was nice, relaxed. His arm rested along the back of the sofa, both of you engrossed in conversation as you inched closer together.

He’s amazed when you tell him about your degree, spinning off into a complete tangent about the environment.

You both have such incredible plans for the future, on saving the environment.

He is sitting straight up when you tell him about your final project; how you were planning to create a green energy source in each of the major areas of your University.

He wants to help, he’s instantly asking for details and is promising he’s going to be there, he’ll be there for whatever you need.

The sun is setting, but he moves from his seat, reaching out his hand, insinuating you take it.

‘Come on. I want to show you the bee hotels.’

Of course, Sebastian is a charmer; he works his magic and gets the two of you back into the track, walking you over to turn two.

It’s insane; the fact the entire track had shown up, decorated the hotels. He’s explaining biodiversity to you as you weave in and out of the beehives, still holding his hand.

He knows this, of course. His grip had remained tighter when becoming more passionate. You were back, you were finally back with him, even if only for a race.

“Are you staying for the race?” He asks, "You nodded in response.

“Well…maybe after practice tomorrow, we can grab some dinner? Discuss this a little more?”

“Are you asking me on a date, Sebastian?”

He looks down to where your hands are still entwined, grinning.

“Yeah, yeah I am.”

And of course, you agree. You just…don’t need to tell your brother.

#F1 #Sebastian Vettel #Sebastian Vettel Imagine #Sebastian Vettel x Reader #Sebastian Vettel One Shot #Sebastian Vettel Headcanons #SV5 #Formula 1 #Ferrari #Red Bull

[multiseb21]

hello in the spirit of asking asks. i would luv to hear abt your top seb being a cunt moments

CUNTY SEB MY BELOVED!!!!! As I said earlier today, Seb used to show up just to flirt, psychologically torture mark webber, win, and be a cunt.

He has sooooo many cunty moments I could choose from, but first and foremost, we have to talk about multi-21. Multi-21 is truly Seb as his cuntiest (and I love him for it). That little shit defied team orders, got his race win, aggressively chugged water, and didn’t regret a single moment of it (and STILL doesn’t)!!!! As if the events of multi-21 itself weren’t cunty enough, he went and made it even cuntier with the iconic “I was racing. I was faster. I passed him. I won.” quote. 10/10.

Baku 2017. “He brake tested me” *crashes into lewis* intricate flirting rituals going on amidst this cunty behavior. They live happily ever after. Lewis still pines for him like I do…10/10

Canada 2019. Enough said.

Those are probably his three highest profile cunty moments, but we also can’t forget:

Him and that damn finger in general

His iconic “What the fuck are we doing here? What a STUPID action! I’m going home! Fuck you!” radio after crashing with Mark (Turkey 2010 I believe?)

Getting a penalty only SIX (6) seconds into his F1 career

Immediately saying Charles is lying about his height in that one grill the grid video “[Charles is 180cm] No he’s not. He’s not. I mean I know, ask the engineers.”

I know I’m missing way more examples, but these are the ones I could think of off the top of my head. Cunty seb you will ALWAYS be famous.

#if you see any mistakes no you don't #I could ramble about Seb and his bitchy ways for hours #sebastian vettel #asks #f1

[yandereaffections]

Black Butler Masterlist

Sebastian Michaelis 

Ciel vs Sebastian over you

Reaction to your Pregnancy

Domestic HC with your child

Father and Husband

Clingy sebastian

Relationship w/o sex

Not believing his confession

Distancing yourself

Missing and returning with a present 

Throwing yourself into a river

Pagan, Pansexual, Crossdresser

Framed to Death sentence 

Married to Ciel

Sebastian HC

His need for Validation

Sick s/o

“Cheating” on him

Haunted House + Hunted Down

Torture 

Unwillingly hurting his S/o

Angel trying to seduce S/o out of their Contract

Angel stealing his S/o & Child

S/os child being their “one and only love”

Ciel having a soft spot for his S/o

Demon trying to replace sebastian for his S/o

Independent S/o

Crush trying to hook him up with someone else

Fluff HC

Nature loving S/o

Gold digger S/o

Stubborn S/o refusing to take medicine

S/o on her period

Physically disabled s/o

S/o with cutting scars TW

Kissing Seb as he pretends to sleep

Easily flustered s/o

Punishments HC

Witch s/o who attracts cats

After sex cuddling

Capturing his darling

S/o being the favorite parent

Sebs children trying to take his S/o away from him

Someone attempting to ‘save’ Sebs S/o

Neko S/o

Emotion HC

Arguing wih S/o

Demon S/o rejecting him

Trying to distract him with cats to escape

The difference between Normal and Yandere demons HC

Introducing your baby to the Phantomhives

Grell trying to harm S/o

S/o turning into a cat

Darlings already mated to a powerful demon

Empathetic and sweet S/o

Marrying Sebastian

Finding a way to make human s/o immortal

Smol and delicate s/o

Giddy/Energetic S/o 

Ciel and the servants figuring out Sebastians dating

Darling that cant cook but makes him something anyways

Ciel and the servants figuring out Sebastians dating

High class noble darling that doesnt pay attention to him

Celebrating Halloween with his kids

S/o invested in a book

Noble S/o whose parents doesnt want them talking to seb

Bringing home a stray puppy

Smart yet weak Neko S/o

S/o who has a tendency to climb and get stuck ontop of things

Touch Starved Sebastian

Stupid S/o

Taking Seb to a cat cafe

Nephilim S/o

S/o has a kid from a previous relationship

More Fluff

Taking care of a overworked S/o

Domestic Seb w/ darling

Fighting w/ his kids trying to take S/o away from him

Romantic Darling

S/o’s afraid of cats

Darling being ridiculed for coming out of the closet

Meeting S/o’s overprotective family

Sexuality and Gender Idenity HC

Spoiling his S/o

Darling w/ small Titties

Goth S/o

What music Sebastian listens to

Making a contract with S/o

Yandere Alphabet: D,F,H,R,T

S/o who loves loud aggressive music

Darling has an Eating Disorder TW

Yandere Alphabet: A,J,K,W,Z,I,Q

S/o is afraid of ghosts

Comforting Depressed Darling TW

Comforting S/o w/ the stomach flu

Darling that curses a lot

Loving a small, cubby and cute reader

Darling who always makes degrading comments and jokes about suicide TW

S/o who fears and avoids Sebastian 

Bathing darling

S/o who smokes TW

Dominant S/o

Taking care of a greedy food aggressive cat

Getting matching piercings 

Demon S/o

Finding out Darling has a crush on their best friend

S/o whos nervous at any sensual touch

Modern day Satanist Darling

S/o getting upset when finding out about his past affairs 

Reaction to his darling dying

S/o admits to loving his true form

Celebrating darlings birthday

S/o shutting down when kidnaped 

Fluffy Morning and Night Routine HC

Darling with Major Trust Issues

S/o who doesnt want kids

Darling who can turn into a chibi neko

Being reunited with S/o after being separated for a few years

Demon S/o having a family together

Schizophrenic Reader

40 year old male reader thinking your too old for him

Worker S/os employer abusing them

S/o who constantly has mini break downs

Autistic S/o

Short Tempered Darling

Platonic relationship w/ a  young neko

Disabled S/o who used forearm crutches 

Helping S/o through a Asthma Attack

S/o that loves playing with his hair

Avoiding him due to think demons are only manipulative 

Even More Fluff HC

S/o whos happy to be kidnapped 

Darling saying “I Love You” for the first time

Comforting S/o w/ daddy issues

S/o being sadistic in a strict way

Doing his makeup

Ciel Platonically being Yandere over Sebastian's darling

Placing cats ontop of you to wake you up

S/o wanting to do his skin care

S/o w/ a bad immune system

Play fights w/ sebastian

S/o who likes teasing him

S/o who cant speak english

Another demon wants to steal sebastian's S/o

Would sebastian understand memes?

S/os tics/adhd sounds are like cat sounds 

Spending a day at the beach

Would Sebastian use S/os mental disability against them?

His daughter bringing a dog into the house

Mermaid S/o

Phantomhive servants are platonically Yandere for Sebastians S/o

How Mayrin treats Sebastians S/o

Ciel accidentally calling sebastian's S/o “mom”

Collector s/o

Kittens love language is touch

S/os already married to a human

Writer S/o using sebastian as a reference for the villain

Meeting his wealthy yet not noble S/o

Being romantic w/ his kitten

How he goes about confessing and courting S/o

How he interacts with his new born child

S/os whose personality is bitchy/mean

S/o w/ ADD and MDD

Gifting him cat themed items

Romancing his kitten

S/o that blushes easily

Using his tailcoat as a blanket

Where he likes kissing his kitten & why HC

Loving care HC

Leaving gifts around the manor for his kitten

Building you a home HC

S/o thats bad at cooking trying to join him in the kitchen

Kitten who writes poems for him

Asking him to teach you how to fight

S/o giving him all sorts of affection

Giving back love to his affectionate kitten

S/o willing to give up their soul to save ciels 

What a average day with your new child looks like

“You look so beautiful like this…covered in all of my marks.”

 “This is what would happen if I didn’t take care of you.”

What life is like for the kidnapped S/o

“You’re weak. You need me.”

 “I love you, and I know you love me too. Even if you refuse to admit it.”

S/o who wants to travel the world with him

Demon S/o wants to spar with him

S/o whos a major sweettooth

S/o responding to his flirts with "Good joke, but you're a demon right? You're not supposed to feel. " 

The purge

Watching horror movies with Sebastian

Kidnapped S/o who refuses to look at him and makes rude comments 

Denying him by saying stuff like "you're like a father to me"\

S/o is a stoner

S/o has nipple piercings 

General HC

How Sebastian expresses himself to his Kitten

Playing GTA/RDR with sebastian

S/os basically nocturnal 

Styling sebs hair

Stalking HC

Asking him to dance

S/o gets extremely fatigued at the end of the day

S/o trying to tickle him

Caring for S/o after top surgery

S/o loves dancing to Kpop songs

Platonic S/o caffeine addict

S/o has 5 dogs

S/o imitates him constantly

Platonic seb adopting a young demon

Servant S/o works for a family that regularly abuses them

Sebastian vs Agni

Grell making Seb jealous via flirting at his s/o

Playing human games w/ his child

Running into poor S/o adoring cats

Kidnapping HC

S/o bothered by how much time he spends on contracts

S/o is feisty constantly fights against Seb

Seb baby fever HC

S/o having baby fever

Comforting S/o after their father suddenly passed

Matching tattoos

S/o using him as drawing inspiration

Yandere Alphabet M,K,A,L,U,Y 

Hunted down

Nuclear Apocalypse 

Platonic Babygirl is half demon half human

Life Threatening and Supernatural situation

Life threatening situation

Claude Faustus

Stalker prompt

Kidnapping HC

Affection HC

Pregnant S/o

Demoness S/o who wont give up without a fight

Innocent S/o

Hunted down

S/o uses ariel silks

Famous Violinist S/o

Ciel Phantomhive

Ciel vs Sebastian over you

Haunted House + Demon

Becoming your Suitor

Rejecting his advances 

Recognizing Crossdressed Ciel

Fluff HC

Independent S/o

Siren

Matching your outfit with his

Comforting S/o on their period

Ciel Platonically being Yandere over Sebastian's darling

Childhood friend S/o

Ciel accidentally calling sebastian's S/o “mom”

Platonic HC

Shy s/o

Falling for a Maid S/o

Servant S/o works for a family that regularly abuses them

Platonic Seemingly absent minded S/o is actually v smart 

Yandere Alphabet I,K,Y

Trick or treat

Undertaker

HC

Clingy S/o

S/o trying to escape

Naga

Kidnapping S/o

Cheering him up

Aggressive S/o 

Killing his rival

How he shows love

Rival threatening S/o

Loving s/o being treated unfairly

Fluff HC

S/o who “wears the pants” in the relationship

S/o can see/talk to ghosts

Darling that defies gender norms

Celebrating Halloween with his kids

Scary Movies

Ticklish S/o

Capturing S/o during a escape attempt

S/o wants a cat

Darlings into steampunk

Naga Undertaker soft affections hc

Half reaper S/o

Yandere Alphabet T,V,X,Y 

Hunted down by vampire undertaker

Alois Trancy

“youre mine do you understand? you belong to me”

Snake

Tough and Blunt S/o

Grell

Relationship HC 

S/o scared to accept Grells proposal

Figuring out what Grell is

FtM S/o

Not fearing what grell is

Grell raising their kid

Dealing with a man that persistently bothers you

Reacting to S/o singing the 5th verse of WAP

Celebrating Halloween with her kids

Childs now an adult

S/o doesnt want their child to be around the Phantomhives

Family w/ grell HC

Grells child angry theyre hidden 

Married life HC

Loving her S/o whos self conscious about their body

S/o who curses a lot

Platonic relationship with Kid Witch 

S/o who has MILF energy 

Kid Witch gets hurt by an angel 

Pregnant S/o

Loving a chubby S/o

Jealous HC

Kid Witch whos traumatized from getting attacked by an angel

Cuddling after a long days work

Comforting S/o during a Anxiety attack

Soft S/o

Affectionate S/o

Attempting to escape

S/o who walked around the house naked

Humanitarian/empathetic S/o 

Spoiling Grell with affection

s/o saw her kill Madam Red

S/o not believing grell has genuine feelings towards them cause she simps for so many others

S/o who trusts people to easily

Taking advantage of her S/os mental disability making them rely on her

Being with grell in her butler form

S/o absolutely fawns over grell

Platonic young reaper darling

Yandere Alphabet A,B,E,L,V

Vampire grell

Witch S/o

Life Threatening situation

Hannah

S/o trying to escape

Spoiled, aggressive S/o

S/o breaking down for the first time

Finnian

Elf s/o whos anxious about their ears

Ronald Knox

Headcannons

Yandere Alphabet L,M,U,Y

Edward Midford 

Tailor Apprentince S/o who shows skin

Cold and distant S/o

William T spears

Platonic timid sibling reader just became a reaper

Sebastian Michaelis

NS FW Headcannons

Jealous 

Period kink

Somnophilia

S/o giving a bj 

Heat HC

Bedding his S/o at a high class ball, bondage

Claiming S/o infront of her fiance

Punishment HC 

Sebastian murdering the competition and taking his S/o

Darling going through their first Heat 

S/o losing their virginity 

Bratty S/o 

AFAB darling calling him Daddy 

Face sitting HC 

Making darling squirt for the first time 

AFAB dry humping

Noncon & Breeding TW

Breeding Kink

Favorite Position & Orgasm control

Dubcon & Body Worship TW

How Vocal he is

Male Incubus S/o 

S/o likes pain during sex

Vampire Sebastian Breeding

Claude Faustus

Darlings first heat 

Undertaker

Naga NS FW

Foreplay HC

Body paint NS FW

Grell

NS FW HC

Sex addicted AFAB S/o 

S/o has trouble orgasming 

Body Praise 

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Love Potions (Part 2) | Sebastian Sallow x Reader

-> Part 1

Summary: Sebastian drinks an Amortentia potion… on purpose.

Words: 0,5k

Warnings: None

A/N: As of now, part 1 has 840 notes, I want to say thank you to everyone who read it! The support gives me more motivation to write. Requests are open, so please feel free to do so.

(Solomon is alive and at St. Mungo’s)

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She, as she always did, smiled. “It’s no problem, dear. Don’t worry, none of the other professors will hear about this.”

“Thank you. Sebastian will appreciate it,” you replied. You walked up the steps towards the exit of the greenhouse and noticed that Ominis didn’t followed you. “I think it’s best that you do this alone. I’ll talk to him later,” he said.

—

You knew exactly where the Slytherin boy would be. You got to the Undercroft as fast as you could, ignoring the weird glances from other students. You pulled out your wand and opened the metal gate before walking into the large room.

“Sebastian?” you called out. Only one of the wall-mounted lights lit the undercroft, which made it hard to see. “Sebastian?” you called out again.

“Over here,” he mumbled. He leaned against a wall to the right.

“Sebastian-”

“i’m sorry,” he interrupted. “I shouldn’t have drank the Amortentia. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“Sebastian.” You took a step closer to him. “it’s-”

He interrupted you.

“You’re going to say that everything is alright, but it’s not. I can’t seem to do anything right. This, Anne, Solomon.”

Your heart broke. It wasn’t Sebastian’s fault that Solomon got hurt, and you have told him that before. The Dark Arts corrupted everything, and everyone it touched. Sebastian learnt that the hard way. You placed both of your hands on the sides of his face.

“Sebastian,” you said slowly, “what happened today is in the past. Sure, it was a pretty stupid thing to do.” Your jokes always brought a smile to his face, and even now, a small one appeared on his face.

He nodded. You hesitantly continued, “And Solomon may be in St. Mungo’s, but he’s alive.”

Sebastian spoke up, “It’s not just that. I did something I never thought I would do. I hurt you today.”

He removed your hands from his face, holding them in his. You frowned slightly, “What do you mean?”

“I saw your face every time I complimented you. I am sorry, so sorry. And if you wish to stop being friends with me, then I completely understand.”

“Seb, I don’t want to be friends with you. I want to be more than friends. If you feel the same way.” You felt heat rise to your cheeks as you confessed.

He smiled, “Really?”

“Yes, really.”

His right hand hovered above your cheek. “May I?” he whispered.

You nodded. He kissed you.

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