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fandomfluffandfuck · 5 months

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*crashes through the nearest door* WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT

Okay so it’s already established that big beefy chris is (in my universe at least) the sweetest little subby puppy ever. But y’know what subs do (other than be good for their Sirs)? They go into subspace. And can you imagine the first time Chis slips into subspace? Just Sebastian, who is riding him like he’s made for it, looking down and stopping, holding his sweet puppy’s face in his hand and cooing

“Oh, I’ve got such a good boy. You feelin’ a bit floaty right now, puppy?” And Chris nodding with glazed eyes and whimpering for his Sir to please keep going, he feels real good. So Sebastian does, much slower than be was originally, making Chris whine and pout. God, Sebastian’s gotta take a photo of him like this one day.

“A very pretty puppy, aren’t you, baby? Yeah, whose puppy are you? Whoever he is, he’s really lucky. Tell me, puppy, whose are you?” He croons, teasing him as he increases the pace, punching soft pants out of the man beneath him each time.

“Y-uh-Yours, Sir! ‘M your puppy!” Chris wails, words split between whines and whimpers in a way that makes Sebastian’s head spin.

Alternately, think about the aftercare. A sugary sweet Chris pliant in Sebastian’s lap, snuggles and kisses and the feeling of safety. Maybe it’s raining and Chris hears the sounds of rain hitting the roof accompanying his lovers praises.

“You were such a good puppy, Chris. So good, I’m so so proud of you. Can’t tell you how perfect you are, y’know why? It’s because I can’t put it into words.” And Chris just smiles wider, hugs Sebastian closer, and falls asleep knowing he’s loved.

I don’t have a problem I swear.

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You rn, lmao:

And me:

Don't fucking do this to me 😮‍💨😮‍💨

I cannot fucking process the thought of Chris lying back on their bed, his hands uselessly curled into fists by his head his legs spread just wide enough for Sebastian to straddle, bouncing on his cock, and all the while... all. the. while. Chris has this stupid, dreamy expression on his face. He's drowning in the pleasure of having Sebastian take what he wants from him, use him how he wants, getting him as deep and hard as possible. Then, Sebastian cups his jaw in his hands, and, Jesus Christ, there's not a damn thought there. His face is slack, eyes rolling to the back of his head, plush lips fallen complete open, heat high on his cheeks, spreading all the way to the tips of his ears and over his neck, sweat pooling in the hollow of his throat. He can't even swallow. He can barely gasp. He hardly shivers.

He wants to fuck up into the tight heat of Sebastian but he can't.

He can't.

It's too much. He can't even get his hands up off the bed, despite the fact that they're not even pinned in place. He's purely floating on all that pleasure. Blushing hot red and so hard and thick inside Sebastian, getting off hard on this despite Sebastian being the only one to ever draw out this side of him. Usually, he wants--he fucking revels in being able to fuck his partner just how they need, hard and fast or slow and heavy and make them shake and moan until they can't feel their legs, but Seb encourages him so sweetly and he feels so safe with him that he melts. Now, all the thoughts he has have left his head, and he's left a drooling, boneless mess.

God.

Problem? No, pfft, what? No problems here.

Did I have that gif saved to my phone? ...Maybe. (I don't remember if I made it or someone else did. My apologies if it is someone else's and I didn't credit it!)

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fandomfluffandfuck · 7 months

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He's being such a fucking tease, like you're in a mesh top but you've got a black t shirt underneath? Illegal. And I'm thinking of Chris trying to tease Sebastian who leaves him an overstimulated, denied mess. Like with dom bottom Seb and sub vers Chris. Seb uses Chris as his personal dildo and then puts a cockring on him with vibrating plug up his ass?

related to the new GQ shoot

also, you'd probably enjoy this earlier ask I answered

Such 👏🏻 a 👏🏻 tease 👏🏻

(Horny) Jail for Chris Evans. (Horny) Jail for 1,000 years.

Sebastian is pretty fucking sure he's never sweat more than he is right now. He's worked out hard--packed on bulk and muscle for roles and shed pounds like crazy for roles--he's sat in saunas for what felt like years, but he's never sweat like he is right now. He's never felt his heart pound the way it is right now. He's never breathed so hard. Even so, he wouldn't change a goddamn thing. Because sweat might be rolling down his back and he might be fever hot, wholly out of breath, but he's also never felt so fucking worked up in his whole fucking life.

Sex with Chris is great. It always is. Even half-assed and not-really-intense sex is incredible. Sparks still fly between them. But when it's whole-assed and really-really-intense sex--

Guh.

It's a whole 'nother world.

Sebastian isn't just on a different planet right now, though. He's not just been blasted off to Jupiter. No. He's in a whole different fucking galaxy. He's spinning without gravity to pin him down, shaking, and strung out. And every gasping breath is a punched out sound of, "ah, ah, ah!" He can't stay quiet. He can't even pretend. This hits so hard.

Fuck me.

Pleasure sparks up his spine from low, low, low in his gut. Tightly knotted and molten. It feels so good.

This feels so good.

He hadn't fucking believed his eyes when Chris came home, stripped off his coat and had been wearing that.

He was just at a photoshoot! And they, they put him in--

God.

They put him in a fucking mesh shirt.

What the fuck?

Who did that?

And why did no one think to warn Sebastian?

Chris had simply playfully patted his chest, laughing off his brain-fried reaction, drawling, "don't worry baby, they didn't get to see nothin', I had this shirt on under it the whole time." He pulled at a black shirt, one practically screaming for help, its seams pulled much too tight. It looked painted on. As did that fucking mesh shirt. A sleeveless mesh shirt. Because. Fuck. Somebody at that photoshoot had it out for Sebastian.

Sebastian still half thinks somebody's trying to kill him, having it out for him bad, and he's still half convinced that this isn't real.

How could this be real?

Chris had asked him, "really? You don't think it looks kinda... dumb? Like, 90s vest in a bad way?"

No.

It's not fucking dumb.

It's not dumb unless you count the decision to put a t-shirt under the mesh! What's the point of the mesh then?

Sebastisn made him take off the shirts, then put just one back on. Just the mesh. It's white, and it stands out starkly against Chris' dark tattoos and his staining blush. The pretty pink color starts on his handsome face and seeps all the way down past his beard, over his throat, and onto his round chest--spilling beyond his pecs, all the way to his clenching stomach. Sebastian isn't the only one molten hot. Chris is feverish underneath him. He's sweating. He's glistening under that fucking mesh. His pentant necklace is heaving up and down, pulled astray from the middle of his chest, between his tits, to one side. It catches the light in their room, just like the slickness pooling over his skin. It's enough to make Sebastian even crazier, as feral as he already is bouncing on Chris' cock, in his lap, his hands planted on Chris' chest. He's got handfuls of his tits, steadying himself with every move he makes, taking his cock deep, angling himself to fuck against his prostate again and again and again.

Ah, ah, ah!

His hands curl tighter on Chris' chest with all the pleasure. His toes curl. His thighs shake. He's cum once already. But he's not done. He hasn't had his fill yet.

He wants to grab and pull and take, but that fucking mesh shirt is too tight. There's no slack. Nothing to hold onto. Still, it makes him drool. The way it clings to Chris. The way it looks over the shape of his body. Hugging his tits and his waist while remaining soft enough to let the hard points of his nipples be seen.

"S-Seb!" Chris whines, his hands shaking nearly as bad as Sebastian's own thighs.

Sebastian moans in response to his name on those lips, grinding down harder. He wants Chris deeper.

There's nothing as fucking satisfying as feeling Chris in his guts, reranging them, as using Chris so well that he feels him right up against his prostate and the back of his throat at the same time, hardly able to breath, leaving his eyes blurring with hot, prickling tears, clenching so tight around him that he can feel him throb, the brutal thundering of his heart--

Clenching so tight around the thickness of him, the heaviness of him, filling him up, that he can feel--

"Gah!" Sebastian groans, a full-body shiver taking over him for a moment.

He can feel the cock ring he put around Chris right at his clenching, fluttering, hungry rim.

He can feel the control--the power he has over Chris. The power Chris lets him have. Chris walks out into the world--Chris lets hoards of fans see him, drool over him, lust over him, but Sebastian is the only one Chris lets have him, fuck him, use him.

Sebastian is using him.

Chris looks like the worst, most delicious kind of toy--dressed up, slutted up. And Sebastian is going to use him as such. Sebastian is using him as such. Now. Right now. On top of him, in his lap, writhing, moaning, sitting on his cock, sitting on his bound cock because Sebastian is using him. Using him for pleasure. Using him for his hard, thick cock. Using him as his own pornography. Nothing more, nothing less.

He needs Chris to stay heavy and hard and throbbing. For as long as he wants. He needs it. And he's making it happen with the cock ring and the plug he slid into Chris' tight ass, rumbling with just enough vibration to feel it shooting through his veins like hot electricity, going to his head, but not enough vibration to make him orgasm through the ring.

It's perfect torture.

Perfect for Sebastian.

"Ah! Seb!" Chris tries again. His hands successfully tighten on his hips for a moment, just long enough for him to slam him down hard, deep on his cock and keep him there for a delicious second. But he loses it nearly immediately. Too worn down for any fine motor control.

His agonized voice, his unraveling. It's so good for Sebastian.

"Baby, baby, oh, God, babyy," he moans.

Sebastian moans, too, staring at the open gape of Chris' swollen, slick lips. Red and hot and plush. He looks so hot. His mouth looks so hot. Sebastian wouldn't, couldn't get off his dick if he tried, but he also wants in that mouth. He wants to feel how wet and hot and tight it is and he wants to feel the desperate pitch of his voice on his cock. Vibrations on his dick. God. He wants it.

"Baby, you g-gotta let me, oh, oh, you gotta let me cum! Seb! Please!"

Music to Sebastian's ears. Jesus Christ.

"Please! Baby 'm dyin', I'm, 'm, ohh, fuck, please!" His hips jerk up hard. His head pushes back against the bed, arching his flushed, sweat-slick throat. Holy shit, yeah, Sebastian wants in that.

He wants.

But he can't fucking stop this.

It's so good. God. His cock is so good. He could live on it. He could live just like this. Chris delicious and squirming and begging underneath him. Eyes lidded heavily, barely focused, barely looking at Sebastian with how gone he is. Chris doesn't even have to be tied down! He wants Sebastian to feel good. He wants to be used for Sebastian's pleasure.

Sebastian wants more pleasure. Just a little more. He can't help how greedy he's become. Chris gives it to him so good! It's not his fault! Even when he's not giving. Even when he's just lying back like he is now, letting it happen. It's. so. good.

His cock is so swollen from being kept in the unforgiving ring and it keeps twitching inside Sebastian. How could Sebastian possibly pass this up?

"Ohmygod, oh, oh, fuck, Seb--" Chris' voice is tight, and he bears his teeth, gritting them almost as if he's in pain. But Sebastian doesn't blame him. He can't. How can he when he can't think?

Sebastian's too busy letting out a stupid loud moan of his own, shivers on the outside working their way in. Inside. Leaving him quivering, shaking, and milking Chris' cock as he cums for a second time. This time, he doesn't have a hand around himself. He doesn't catch any of his cum in his hand, smearing it back down his shaft as lube, extra slippery and wet and messy, preventing a mess on Chris' mesh shirt. This time it just paints him. Making a goddamn mess over the mesh shirt, the ink below it, and his skin.

Sebastian heaves in a breath, still whited-out.

Oh, God.

It feels so good. Still.

He's so sensitive.

He can hardly take it.

Ah!

He squirms, drawing tiny figure eights with his hips, sitting heavy on Chris' still hard, still throbbing dick. Ahhh! His eyes flutter shut.

"Baby," Chris sounds like he's about to lose his voice. All gravel and rough and low. Sebastian shivers uncontrollably, his senses fading back in as he comes down. As most of him comes down...

He's still hard.

Half-hard.

But... almost ready to go again.

And he knows the moment Chris knows it, "babyyy!" he pleads. Frustration thick in his voice.

Good.

He looks so good.

He feels so good.

He's being so good.

Sebastian only smirks, breathless, all mischievous kitten like. He narrows his eyes at Chris. What? What're you gonna do? He challenges wordlessly underneath the sound of their panting, his heartbeat in his ears, and the muffled vibrations coming from inside Chris. Easily picking up the remote, locating it in the ruined, completely rumbled sheets, Sebastian turns the vibrations up.

"OH!" Chris hips buck up, almost throwing Sebastian off of him. But Sebastian is faster now that he's gotten some of his brain power back after the release of an orgasm that he so, so badly needed. He presses Chris arms back into the bed over his head, fingers encircling his wrists, putting them chest to chest. Lips to lips. Almost kissing. But not quite. Lust is thick in the air. Sebastian can taste it. He watches Chris' dark, desperate eyes close, expecting to be kissed.

Seb doesn't kiss him.

Instead, Seb dips lower, he swivels his hips on his cock, making him cry out, and uses his mouth on his gorgeous tits. Wrapping his lips around his nipple and using just a hint of teeth, just a flick of his tongue. Teasing.

Chris' eyes snap back open with a half-wail, half-shout of his name. It's teary and urgent. Sebastian squeezes around him, making it worse. He bites his collarbone, laps teasingly down the line of chain of his necklace, and whispers into one of his tattoos, "you wanna dress like a slut, I'm gonna have to use you like one. You understand?"

He's teasing.

He's not expecting--

Chris chokes, "y-yes," he doesn't even seem to register what he's saying, so fuck-drunk, "use me."

Fuck.

"Use me," he whimpers.

Holy fuck.

How the fucking fuck is Sebastian going to turn down that invatation on a sliver fucking platter? What is there to do but sit back up, ignore his complaining, cramping quads, and get back to it? Fucking Chris like he's nothing but a toy, he doesn't have needs, he's just here to stay hard and be used. That's it. That's it. Yeah, God, yeah--

Sebastian gets back into his rhythm. Back to using him.

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