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ebiemidnightlibrarian · 27 days

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𝔇𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔢𝔩 𝔅𝔯𝔲̈𝔥𝔩

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐙𝐞𝐦𝐨

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝑺𝒐 𝑳𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝑫𝒊𝒆 | 𝑻𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒐𝒍𝒕𝒔!𝑨𝑼 | 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒏 𝒁𝒆𝒎𝒐 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — 𝑶𝒏 𝑾𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 [𝒐𝒏𝒆-𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕]

After you helped Val and Yelena take the Baron out of the Raft, all go to a bunker, where you'll stay hid, until the day of your mission.

𝑭𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍 | 𝑻𝑭𝑨𝑻𝑾𝑺 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒏!𝑨𝑼 | 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒏 𝒁𝒆𝒎𝒐 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — 𝑻𝑩𝑨

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝑰𝒕 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒓 | 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒏 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒏 𝒁𝒆𝒎𝒐 — 𝑻𝑩𝑨 [𝒐𝒏𝒆-𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕]

𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒆 | 𝑯𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍!𝒁𝒆𝒎𝒐 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — 𝑻𝑩𝑨 [𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕-𝒇𝒊𝒄]

𝐃𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐳𝐥𝐨 𝐊𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐳𝐥𝐞𝐫

𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 | 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌!𝑳𝒂𝒔𝒛𝒍𝒐 𝑲𝒓𝒆𝒊𝒛𝒍𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — 𝑻𝑩𝑨 [𝒐𝒏𝒆-𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑶𝒇 𝑫𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 | 𝑳𝒂𝒔𝒛𝒍𝒐 𝑲𝒓𝒆𝒊𝒛𝒍𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓— 𝑻𝑩𝑨 [𝒐𝒏𝒆-𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕]

𝐄𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐭

𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝑰𝒏 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑬𝒚𝒆 | 𝑬𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝑺𝒄𝒉𝒎𝒊𝒅𝒕 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — 𝑻𝑩𝑨 [𝒐𝒏𝒆-𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝑫𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒔 𝑴𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎 | 𝑬𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝑺𝒄𝒉𝒎𝒊𝒅𝒕 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — 𝑻𝑩𝑨 [𝒐𝒏𝒆-𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕]

Ernest survived the dark events in the Cloverfield station, and when he and Ava got home, both of them were different. One night he just can't sleep, the traumatizing images in his dreams. Everything was too much to him, after all, he was only a physicist, he's not supposed to deal with that kind of insanity. The anger fills his veins when the painful memories of Kiel and Tam blow in his mind. He's crying angrily when finally notices you on his side. A comforting hand on his shoulder.

𝐒𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐙𝐨̈𝐥𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐫

𝑨 𝑴𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝑶𝒇 𝑨 𝑭𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝑭𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒍 | 𝑺𝒆𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝒁𝒐̈𝒍𝒍𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — 𝑻𝑩𝑨 [𝒐𝒏𝒆-𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕]

𝔒ℭ'𝔰

𝑳𝒆𝒏𝒛. 𝑴. 𝑯𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒏

𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒔 | 𝑳𝒆𝒏𝒛 𝑯𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒏 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓/𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒆!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — 𝑶𝒏 𝑮𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 [𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕-𝒇𝒊𝒄] [𝑬𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉]

Lenz was a handsome, dangerous man, drowned in his own dirty little secrets and his own thirsty issues. One glorious night gave birth to what would become the Devil himself. This is an anthology. Same character, different situations, different times. In Greek mythology, Thanatos was the personification of death. He was a minor figure in Greek mythology, often referred to but rarely appearing in person. (Wikipedia)

𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫

Inspired by the OC Patrick Klein, created by @creme-bruhlee

𝑨𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝑪𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝑰𝒏 | 𝑯𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝑯𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝑾𝒂𝒓 𝑵𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆!𝑴𝒂𝒊𝒅!𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — 𝑻𝑩𝑨 [𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕-𝒇𝒊𝒄]

𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐨 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨

Inspired by the OC Father González/Domingo, created by @creme-bruhlee

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓, 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕳𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖎𝖈 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕮𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖚𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝕾𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘

[𝕰𝖓𝖌𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖍 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙] [𝕻𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖚𝖌𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖊 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙]

𝑰𝒏 𝑵𝒐𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒎 | 𝑭𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒙 𝑫𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

[𝑬𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉] [𝑷𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒆]

Mateo is a man of faith, a good pastor and a just presbytery. However, even on its pure surface, the good father concealed his impure thoughts towards the young novice who always attended his masses. On a particularly revealing night, the priest comes across the entity his repressed desires have invoked. Shall he surrender to the unholy tongue of a demon?

𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔨𝔰

𝔗𝔞𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

@stardustandgunpowder

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f1yogurt · 2 years

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What a Brat Gets

Minors DNI 18+

So in the middle of answering my inbox prompts, I have created this filler masterpiece.

Summary: After a long day, you arrive home to a very horny Sebastian. Seb is a brat and really wants the both of you to take it straight to the bedroom, but you have to teach him a lesson in patience first.

AO3 Link -- WHAT A BRAT GETS – Link to my Fic Request Guide

Fandom: Ich Und Kaminski | Me and Kaminski (2015)

Rating: Explicit, Minors DNI 18+

Relationships: Sebastian Zöllner x fem!Reader

Tags: Shameless Smut, sub!Sebastian, Femdom, Sebastian is a little brat, Overstimulation, but he loves it, Begging, prostate stimulation

Word Count: 1896

Warnings: no aftercare because I got lazy

You walked in with the groceries, knowing Sebastian would be home already. As you had predicted, the man in question rushed to greet you as you set things down in the kitchen. No sooner had you placed a few things in the fridge than he already started whining.

“Oh schatz, I’ve been needing you all day,” he pouted, putting on his best puppy dog eyes and draping himself over the counter dramatically in an attempt to get your attention. “Bitte, bitte, hurry up so we can play.” You raised a brow at his demands. He knew not to be pushy, especially when you were already focused on a task.

“Sebastian, I know that I told you to be patient and wait until later,” you said firmly, placing the bread in the pantry. “You know the rules.” Oh, he did. The brat just enjoyed breaking them.

“B-but, I need you now!” he cried pitifully, moving himself between you and the fridge, effectively blocking your path. You nearly growled, restraining yourself from giving him the slap across the cheek he so eagerly wanted.

“Kneel. There. Now,” you said, pointing a jabbing finger at the entrance to the kitchen. Sebastian followed the order without question, positioning himself in the spot that you had pointed to and dropping to his knees. He folded his hands neatly behind his back, smirking up at you like the cheeky bastard he was.

“I want you to keep that naughty mouth of yours shut,” you told him. Now, the brat could sit and watch you quietly as you took your sweet time.

To his credit, Sebastian remained obediently silent as you put away the rest of the groceries and started on your dinner. His eyes followed you as you moved about the kitchen, and you were just waiting for him to cave and start begging more.

Soon though, it must have been too much for him to take, because you watched as he started fidgeting on his knees. He let out a pitiful whimper, which almost succeeded in drawing your attention to him.

“Please, I…I need…” he trailed off into another whine, loud and exaggerated. Oh, so desperate. You turned to gaze at him sharply. A slight flush of arousal had risen to his cheeks, and he blinked those big brown puppy dog eyes up at you.

“Hm, last time I remember, naughty boys don’t deserve anything,” you said, refusing to acknowledge him. “And I thought I told you to keep your mouth shut.” Sebastian smirked, opening his mouth to give some snarky reply, but you interrupted him.

“Come here, now,” you ordered, pointing my finger down to the space next to you. “Bad boys like you need supervision. You can wait here until I’m done making dinner.” Sebastian snapped his mouth shut and started to get up, but you stopped him.

“Nah ah! Crawl,” you said insistently. Sebastian blinked once, then he quickly dropped back onto all fours, obediently crawling to your side. Eagerly, he positioned himself next to your leg, almost close enough to rub up against you. Then, he gave you a cocky smirk, as if he had the upper hand here.

To remind him of his place, you rocked your leg roughly against his crotch, catching the brat by surprise and causing him to let out a strangled noise. You were pleased to find that his cock was already straining against his trousers, no doubt causing him a considerable amount of discomfort. But brats didn’t deserve mercy.

“Aw, schatz,” you cooed in false sympathy. Seb swayed against you and smooshed his face against the side of your leg, letting out a desperate whine. You allowed it, because you knew how worked up he was getting. You reached down to pat his head lightly, a mockery of the intimate touch that he was craving.

“There’s a good boy. Now why don’t you sit there as I finish up our meal?” you teased, turning back to finish working on the pasta you had boiling on the stove. This time, Seb remained obediently silent, determined to show you that he could follow instructions at least some of the time. You could tell that he was really struggling, though, because every so often he would fist his hands in the material of your skirt to remind you of his desire.

Soon enough, you had finished with your task, and you pulled away from him so that you could strain the pasta noodles over the sink. Seb whimpered at the loss as you walked away, but he stayed put and watched you as you moved around the kitchen.

You didn’t bother to plate the food, because you had plans for Sebastian before you both would eat dinner. As if sensing your thoughts, you heard Seb whine needily from behind you. To make it worse, when you turned around to rebuke him, you saw that he was palming himself through his trousers. He was gazing up at you with his best bedroom eyes, clearly determined to hurry up the whole process. Oh, naughty. You leaned your hip against the counter, fixing him with a dangerous gaze.

“You think you can get away with this, Sebastian. But naughty boys deserve punishment. And you have been a very naughty boy.” You pointed a finger in the direction of the bedroom, not coming closer to him to give him the relief he was craving.

“Go sit yourself down in the bedroom,” you ordered. “You know how. I expect this to happen in less than a minute.” Sebastian’s eyes widened, and he scrambled to his feet. You quickly grabbed a dish towel and wound it up before swatting his ass with it, the towel making a satisfying snap against his backside. Seb yelped and stopped to turn and give you a dirty smirk, opening his mouth to make a teasing remark.

“Forty-five seconds,” you told him instead, giving him a stern look. Sebastian took the hint and immediately left the kitchen. You could hear his footsteps padding against the floor as he hurried to the bedroom, no doubt stripping his clothes off along the way.

After precisely one minute, you made your way to the bedroom. As usual, Sebastian was splayed out on the bed. He had draped himself dramatically against the pillows like he was some kind of sex god, and the shit-eating grin on his face was absolutely devious. You raised a brow, not enjoying his attitude.

“So that’s how it’s gonna be?” you asked, surprised he wasn’t talking your ear off with snarky remarks yet. His smirk said enough, and he knew it.

You climbed atop the bed. Sebastian grinned, thinking he had gotten exactly what he wanted.

“Ah, you couldn’t resist,” he jeered, but he quickly fell silent as you continued climbing up towards his head. Getting yourself comfortable, you knelt above his face.

“Perfect. Now, hurry up and make that mouth of yours useful. I’m not waiting all day,” you said, acting impatient. If he could be impatient with you, then you could be with him.

Seb just smirked and stuck his head underneath the skirt of your dress. He hooked his thumbs in the lacy fabric of your underwear, but you quickly grabbed his wrists to stop him.

“Nah ah, only good boys get to take this off,” you rebuked. “But you’ve only been naughty today.” You smiled at his pitiful groan of frustration. However, Sebastian was never one to turn down a challenge, and he eagerly went to work.

His mouth was a wonder, even if he was a bit aggressive and impatient. You kept one hand in his hair, giving it slight tugs to guide him, or to pull sharply when he got too impatient with his technique. He knew exactly what to do with his tongue, and he would tug on the lacy underwear in just the right way to provide even more stimulation.

“Sebastian, I don’t have all day,” you said, barely managing to say the words without gasping. You tugged aggressively at his hair, making him groan as he worked against you. It wasn’t long before you could feel yourself getting close, and Sebastian’s own needy noises weren’t helping.

“Fuck, Sebastian, your mouth is so good when it’s not talking crap,” you said, grinding down against his face. Sebastian moaned, pulling you closer to him. It didn’t take much longer until you were shuddering your release, your hands tangling in his hair as you let out a groan.

However, you didn’t give him or myself much time to recover. Sebastian was still cleaning you up with little kitten licks when you shifted off of him. His face was a mess, glistening with all of his hard work, and he blinked over at you in dazed confusion.

You reached over into the nightstand drawer and pulled out the lube, spreading the gel liberally over your fingers as you crawled down between his legs. Sebastian immediately realized your intention and spread his knees wider, allowing easier access to his ass. You grinned.

“Such a slut for this, aren’t you?” you teased, already working your finger into him. Sebastian moaned, somehow managing to keep eye contact with you.

“Stop teasing,” he groaned breathlessly. Hm. He was still able to be a brat even when he was on his back with your fingers in his ass. You smirked deviously.

“Oh, what was that? I’m sorry, I don’t speak brat,” you said, shoving two fingers into his ass. Sebastian whined loudly and fisted his hands in the sheets.

“Please, please, c-can I touch myself?” he panted desperately. The poor boy was leaking all over his tummy, his arousal neglected and pressed against his belly. You just shook your head, eyeing him innocently.

“I don’t think so,” you said. “Only good boys get to touch themselves.” Grinning mischievously, you curled your finger against his prostate, hearing him practically wail in overstimulated delight. Tears were forming in his eyes, and you cooed as you continued to press against the sensitive spot.

“Aw, look at you. Earlier you couldn’t wait for me to play with you, but now it’s too much,” you purred, hearing him moan. You still refused to touch his erection, and Sebastian let out another wail as you leaned down to nip at his thigh. He was practically crying now, but he was loving every second of this.

“I can’t tell, Sebastian. Are those crocodile tears, or are they real?” you teased, listening to his pitiful whines as you worked your finger in him. “You can put on a show for everyone else, but not with me.” You finally caved and grasped his erection, giving it a firm stroke. The unholy noise Sebastian made was like music to your ears.

“Sebastian, you’re a brat. But you’re my brat,” you said, placing a gentle kiss on his sweat-slick skin. That was enough to push him over the edge, and suddenly Sebastian was spilling all over your hand. He came hard, nearly sobbing his relief as he let out a cry of pleasure.

You coaxed him through the shuddering aftershocks, watching as his body trembled, and you leaned up to kiss away the tears from his cheeks. Sebastian tangled his hands in your hair, cradling your head gently as he was at a loss for words. You smiled.

“Well, darling…that’s what a brat gets.”

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sub-danny · 2 years

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Kinkmas #19 - Exhibitionist - Sebastian

Sebastian clutched your hand in his and dragged you through the crowds. You two were currently attending an art exhibition where Sebastian was supposed to be interviewing people about their artwork, getting information for a news journal.

Instead, what was he doing? He was pulling you into the shadows of a corridor because his cock was pressing up against the material of his tailored trousers.

As soon as you two were out of public eyesight, though only a few feet away from the crowd, you pushed Sebastian into the wall. He giggled, his eyes giving you the ‘fuck me’ look as he smirked at you.

“Eager?”

You tilted your face, and then with your spare hand, keeping eye contact with him, you reached down and grasped his cock through the material of his trousers. Instantly his breath hitched as his eyes widened, looking at you.

“M-my god y/n,”

“I think you are the eager one, Sebastian,”

He nodded, for once unable to gather a comeback. Instead, he just groaned as he felt your hand fondle him, teasing him. He could barely keep the noises escaping from his lips quietly, as you two were so close to other people.

He closed his eyes for a moment and therefore didn’t notice the way you quietly slipped down the zipper of his trousers until he felt your hand slip into his boxes and grab his erect cock.

“Fuck,” he groaned out, his eyes shooting open to look at you again, a slight blush appearing on his cheeks.

“Look at this,” you say, tugging on his cock to squeeze the tip. His eyes glance down, and he sees drips of pre-cum spilling out of him because of your touches. “Such a slut,”

“God, your hand is something else,” Sebastian moans, pushing the back of his head into the wall, letting out a few moans of pleasure as you twisted your palm as you stroked him.

As the two of you were getting into it, you heard the increasing sound of footsteps approaching you. Both of your heads snap to the side to watch what would happen, though you continued to stroke him, and Sebastian continued to moan under his breath, even more pre-cum dripping out of him.

You two watched as a person appeared and walked right past your corridor without sparing and glancing at you and Sebastian. As soon as they were gone, though, you turned back to Sebastian, whose eyes were now lidded as his jaw slacked and let out another moan as his hips moved because of the pleasure.

“You enjoy this, don’t you?” you ask him, but he doesn’t respond, so to get a response from him, you reach up and pull his hair, making his head fall back and let out a loud moan.

“I said, you are enjoying this, aren’t you? Enjoying being so close to other people, risking them hearing you, seeing you, it turns you on so much,”

“Yes!” he cried out, letting out another deep moan, “I love it so much, I want to be caught y/n, I want to be humiliated, seen enjoying myself, seen being owned by you,”

“I’m sure that can come to an arrangement, but I think first you are going to cum,” you tell him, feeling him twitch in your palm as he grows closer and closer to his climax.

“Yes, yes,” he chants, his eyelids fluttering as he let out one final groan and then finally, his body shakes as he cums all over your hand, his body shaking from the overwhelming stimulation that shot him through to his core.

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cazimagines · 3 years

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Cazzy, dear! Congratulations on your 900 followers! You deserve it! You writing is fantastic and the writer herself is a sweetie! 💛💛💛 I don't know if you are still taking requests but I wanted to request anything from the smut list with Sebastian Zöllner 👀 (i swear that I tried to pick one but as I was reading the list i just "ohhh this is nice" at least 20 times so... yeah)

Thank you, Artemis 🥺 you are so amazing and kind!

I couldn't decide either 😅 so I consulted @rumblelibrary on the matter and we decided to go with the smut quote, "I couldn't stop thinking about you all day" and the 'Sex in car' so here we go!

It was a normal Saturday.

The radio quietly played in the background as you cleaned the plates from when you had been making an apple crumble which now sat half-eaten on the countertop. Your cat, Mittens, walks between your legs, rubbing up against you in an attempt to try and con more food out of you.

You giggled at her effort, bending down to give her a scratch on the top of her head which had her purring.

You glanced out of the window in front of you, sighing happily as you watched your prized roses lightly sway in the wind, the way the letterbox that you had painted yourself fitted in with the colour scheme of your house made you abundantly happy.

Yes, this was a normal Saturday afternoon.

Until it wasn't.

You watched in shock as a car rounded the corner, and though it had lots of space, it managed to drive straight into your letterbox, subsequently knocking it over.

"What the fuck!" you yell, almost dropping the plate in your hand in surprise. Quickly after placing it down, you picked up the end of your skirts to run quickly to your front door and confront the driver, but as you opened the door you saw a man you had hoped you'd never see again.

"Y/n!" he yelled gleefully, throwing his arms up into the air in excitement.

You groaned, closing your eyes for a second, hoping, praying that when you opened them he wouldn't be there, but when you did he was still there, lifting his sunglasses up and down on his eyes smiling at you.

"Are you drunk?" is your first few words to him, causing him to frown in confusion,

"No?"

"You don't sound very sure"

"I'm confused as to why you would think such things!"

You point to your broken letterbox but Sebastian just scoffs and waves it off.

"I'm not drunk, I'm high!"

"High???"

"High! High on love my dear y/n"

You sighed, once again closing your eyes hoping that this wasn't happening.

"Sebastian, we've been broken up for three years now"

"And you have been on my mind ever since, every year, every month, every day. Like today, I couldn't stop thinking about you all day"

"You're crazy"

"Perhaps, but I've come to take you away, come let's go" he urges, opening the passenger's seat for you to get in but you shake your head.

"I'm not going anyway with you Sebastian"

"Sebastian, Sebastian" he mutters, "Why Sebastian, you always called me Seb before"

"When we were dating, we are no longer dating after you stole that money from me"

"I was going to give it back!"

You scoff, knowing very well he wouldn't and from the look of his worn, messy suit that was almost falling off him, he still didn't have much money, which made you frown at the expensive car beside them.

"Sebastian... where did you get that car?"

"I stole it from my ex-girlfriend"

"You did what?" you exclaim, not believing he could surprise you anymore, yet he did.

"Here look, come with me in the car and we'll take it back together"

"No! There is no need for me to come you should do it on your own"

"But I might not! I might drive somewhere completely different, but if you are there I'll make sure to drive to the correct place"

You bite your lip, a part of you saying you should go, while a part of you said you shouldn't.

"I'd have no way to get back home" you mutter,

"I'll pay for your taxi, she'll pay!"

You sigh and resign yourself to its fate and quickly get into the car. Sebastian smiles widely at you and quickly runs to the other side of the car and gets in.

At first, the car ride was awkward, with Sabastian trying to talk to you, and you effectively ignoring him until he resulted in turning on the music in the car.

You almost chuckled as you heard the familiar sound of the Bay City Rollers 'Saturday night' starting to play through the speakers, fitting for today.

Sebastian rolled down his car window and stuck his head out, enjoying the feeling of the wind rushing through his hair though it made you anxious about his driving. As the lyrics started he shouted them out to the wind.

"S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night!, S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night!"

You rolled your eyes at his excitement and Sabastian caught it, "Come on! Sing along. You're not going to tell me you've now gone off the Bay City Rollers, you used to sing to me 'Bye-bye baby' all the time, I certainly listened to it a lot after you left"

A soft smile breaks out upon your face as you start to sway to the music and watch how much Sebastian was enjoying himself. It was almost like the good old days when you two were together and it made your heartache missing them.

"Sing!" he exclaimed, looking back over to you, and you just had to give in.

"At the good ol' rock and roll, Folk show, I've gotta go!, Saturday night, Saturday night" you sing alongside him, the mood of the song lifting your spirits a lot.

That's how you and Sebastian spent your trip, driving through landscapes blasting music as loud as you could, singing your hearts out until finally, he pulled in on a ledge on a hill, looking out over a landscape.

"Sebastian this isn't-" you begin but he cuts you off before you could state you weren't at his ex's house.

"I know, I know, I lied, it's just... I really missed you, I missed us, this. It's, it's not the same without you y/n"

You shake your head, feeling your heart falling, "Seb, don't do this, please"

"Why not? We both want this"

"I can't set myself up for heartbreak again"

He licks his lips and then grasps your hand tightly. "I promise y/n, I can change, I won't steal your money again, I won't runoff. Please, Let me have another chance"

He gave you those goddam pleading, puppy dog eyes, tears welling up. He knew how to play you like a fiddle and of course, you gave into him.

Nodding, a smile broke out onto his face and instantly he grasped your face and pulled it onto his, kissing you passionately. You reached up and grabbed his long hair, wrapping it in your fingers and tugging it making him moan into your mouth. After a bit, he tried to push himself nearer you but there wasn't enough space.

"Let's take this to the back," you say and he nod's excitingly.

Getting out of the front of the car, it hardly took you a second till you both were in the back, and you found yourself lying down on the back seats as Seb pushed your skirt up to your thighs and slowly pulled your pants off.

You had to hold onto the side of the seat as you gasped when you felt his tongue lick your sensitive area, twisting upon your clit before diving into your cunt, quickly lapping at you.

His fingers tightened around your thighs as he pushed his mouth into you, determined to have you cum on his face.

Say all the bad stuff you want about Seb, but one thing he always knew how to do well was eat you out, he was an expert at it. In only a few minutes he had you quivering before him, calling out his name, and oh the wonders that did to him, hearing his name upon your lips, it made him more eager, pushing his tongue as far as he could inside of you until you were coming on his face.

He licked up as much as he could before finally pulling his face out of your legs and slowly climbing on top of you to kiss you again, letting you taste yourself upon him.

With one hand he interlocked his fingers with yours, holding you gently and with the other he undid his fly and pulled himself out, slotting his legs between your thighs to start pushing into you.

You cried out and let out a loud moan feeling the way he stretched you out, and Seb also heaved and moaning into your neck as he trailed kisses upon it.

"Oh god, how I've missed you y/n. I've missed this so much"

"No one has ever been the same" you gasp as he starts to move his hips thrusting into yours slow as first, but then picking up the pace.

"That's because you were meant for me, no one else could satisfy you the way I do, and no one else ever will get a chance to"

"I'm all yours" you exclaimed in the heat of the moment, and at hearing your words he eagerly pushed his hand under your skirt to rub your clit, making your back arch from blinding, please.

"Seb- I'm going, I'm going to"

He grunted as he pushed into you as hard as he could "Same" was all he was able to say before you felt his seed spill into you as he stilled and the feeling of him cumming within you was enough to send you into your own blinding pleasure, your eyes rolling back as you let out a loud moan.

Eventually, he collapsed onto you, breathing heavily as he pressed lots of kisses upon your face, saying how beautiful and amazing you were,

You sighed, wrapping your arm around him to hold him close. You knew he wouldn't keep his promises, you knew he would run off eventually, that's just who he was, but at least for now, you got a chance to pretend that wasn't so.

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twwcs · 3 years

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#by ra #daniel brühl #daniel bruehl #daniel bruhl #ich und kaminski #sebastian zöllner #sebastian zöllner x reader #sebastian zollner

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thesunflowersutra · 3 years

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Surely you saw this coming but I have to request one for Sebastian zöllner.

Potentially “bandaging your lover up and having a tender moment” because Sebastian is a disaster and will injure himself in the stupidest way.

No rush and don’t worry about your English you’re doing great!!! 💕

Healing Kisses - Sebastian Zöllner x Reader

Notes: Hello, my dear! <3 <3 I'm so happy with your request, honestly. It has been a while that I wanted to write for Sebastian (I did this once, tbh) and seeing how much we love our tummy man, I had to put some extra effort to make something good for him! (even tho we have our husbands Niki and Jan but shhhh) Thank you so much for you kindness! I hope you enjoy this little piece of writing! (feel free to request something whenever you want! <3) Warnings: Mentions of wounds, Sebastian being clumsy af.

"How did this happen?" you asked, as you examined the large wound on the index finger of Sebastian's right hand carefully. The writer, in turn, made a few faces as you applied the hydrogen peroxide to the cut. Even if Sebastian was given by someone dramatic, the bruise looked ugly enough to really be hurting, and for a few moments your heart squeezed a little at seeing him in pain. Unnecessarily, you blew some air in the wound, hoping that it would relieve some of the pain.

"It was kind of... silly. I was trying to prepare a surprise dinner for you and ended up cutting my finger while cutting potatoes," he mumbled between grumbles and pouts because of the medicine that was taking effect. Taken by the sweetness of Sebastian's surprise for you - or at least the attempt to surprise you - you carefully kissed Sebastian's cheek. "Thanks for the gesture, but you need to be a little bit more careful," you said with a short smile, to which he rolled his eyes. "I'm not clumsy," was Sebastian's protest.

Deciding not to make too much of the situation and not to embarrass the other even more - even thought it was a pleasure to see Sebastian get blushed and try to make himself look better -, you took a small circle of absorbent cotton, wiping away the remnants of the alcohol and hydrogen peroxide that was on the cut, preparing to make a simple bandage of gauze and adhesive tape on Sebastian's finger, who was watching you in silence. There, in the privacy of the two of you, in the small apartment that was yours before Sebastian came into your life and took up more space than a drawer in your closet, you could tell how comfortable he was in your presence - enough to not fill the silence with ramblings about himself. The self-centered and clumsy personality was still there, of course - those characteristics were part of the person he was - but underneath those unruly brown hairs and equally brown eyes, there was a man who needed some affection to feel really safe with someone else, to be free from his Leo personality and his vanity.

With the bandage done and properly secured, Sebastian dramatically threw himself into your arms, sinking his head into your chest and mumbling something. "I didn't hear you, Seb," you whispered, bringing your free hand up to the writer's strands of brown hair, stroking it gently.

Sebastian lifted his face just enough so that he could be heard clearly. "Give me a cuddle," he demanded as a little spoiled child, making you laugh. "Of course, you goof. In the meantime, go figure out what we can order for dinner", was your reply. Sebastian, for his part, just mumbled a little something before sinking into the comfort of your chest again, wishing nothing but the closeness of his lover.

You two feel asleep not long after. You, tired from work. Him, safe and happy with the love and admiration you showed him.

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sugar-sweets-fanfic · 3 years

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WHAT DO PEOPLE WANT?

Sub!Andrea

... or

Sub!Sebastian

I am currently writing a Dom!Zemo fanfic. Curious on which people would like next?

Warning: The sub context would be.. Pegging, dom!fem, begging, riding, handjob, and blowjob

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sub-danny · 2 years

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Kinkmas #24 - Fisting - Sebastian Zollner

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

Sebastian’s head shot round to glare at you from his position. He raised an eyebrow and shot you a look as if it wasn’t obvious.

“I wouldn’t have told you otherwise,”

You swat his ass with your hand a few times because of speaking back to you, and Sebastian lets out a slight groan, turning back around again. He knelt on the bed before you, his legs tucked under his chest with his ass thrust out and spread just for you. His hands clutched the bedsheets in anticipation, waiting for you to make a move.

“Come on y/n,” he whined, pushing out his ass a little further.

“You keep up with that attitude, and you won’t get anything,” you tell him, reaching for the bottle of new lube you had brought for tonight. You two had gotten near to fisting before with Sebastian, the last few weeks, you had slowly been stretching him out, preparing for tonight so that it wouldn’t be too painful for him. The other day he had managed to take four fingers in his ass, and you had decided that he was ready, plus his nagging to just get into it was getting on your nerves.

You poured out nearly half the bottle over Sebastian’s ass, using your fingers to spread it around his asshole and to push into him so that he was easier to slip into. Already with the feel of your fingers prodding at his ass, Sebastian was letting out little moans, pushing his ass back to get your fingers to push into him deeper. He was moving too much, though, and for this, you needed him to be still.

You used the rest of the lube to coat your hand till it was adequately prepared, then with your spare hand, you lent over and grasped Sebastian’s hair, which was down to his shoulders. You got a firm grasp of it and pulled it, ensuring with your grip on his hair that he couldn’t move.

You positioned two lubed up fingers by his ass, and with ease, you pushed them in. Sebastian let out a moan as he closed his eyes, feeling your fingers push into him with ease. Instantly you curled them, hitting his prostate, which by now you knew where to find. If it wasn’t for the hand you had in his hair, his whole body would have jolted and moved up the bed from the sudden burst of pleasure that ran through him.

You thrust your fingers into him a few times, just to allow him to get used to them; till then, you pushed your third finger into him, forming a triangle shape. You settled on a leisurely pace, not as fast as Sebastian would have wanted, but it was a steady pace to slowly work your fourth finger in your pinky. His rim was now stretched tightly around your fingers, but you found with just a little bit of pressure, you could press your fourth finger into him and earn a gasp to escape his lips.

You gave him a few more minutes to grow used to feeling this stretch and then pressed your thumb up against his rim. It took more pressure this time and a lot more moans to be pulled from Sebastian’s throat as he tried to detense, but eventually, you both gasped as your thumb slipped in, and he was stretched open further than he ever had before.

You gave him a few minutes to rest and quickly checked in to see how he was doing. Eventually, he nodded at you and begged you to continue, thrusting his hips to try and push your fingers in further. You tugged on his hair to make him hiss and stay still.

Slowly, you push your fingers into him, making sure they are pressed tightly against each other. Eventually, you reached down to your knuckles. This would be the next big stretch for Sebastian. He drooled and moaned against the bed, the words escaping his lips as all he could think about was how much he was being stretched as you pushed your knuckles into him, but also how good it made him feel. You never thought you would see his ass stretched so far, but when you pushed your knuckles in and watched the way it wrapped around your hand as you pushed in was alarming and astonishing.

He felt so warm inside, almost burning and so impossibly tight, though you had managed to fit your entire hand inside of him. Moving your fingers around a bit, you were able to curl your fingers in on your hand, the movement making Sebastian cry out into the bed. You were able to form a fist with your hand inside of him, and now slowly, you pushed your hand in further to you, reached your wrist inside of him, and then pulled your hand out again until his rim reached your knuckles and snagged. Then pushed back into him.

Slowly you started to fuck the man with your fist, taking it slowly not to break him, but even then, Sebastian was a moaning mess under you, feeling the immense pleasure of being pushed open so widely and to feel your whole hand inside of him. He was staining the bed sheets with his pre-cum, and it only took a few more minutes of you using your hand before he was cumming all over the bed, letting out loud moans and cries that the whole street could likely hear how much of a slut he was.

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rumblelibrary · 3 years

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I'm not sure if you have already done something like this before, and if you did, please let me know, I'd love to read it, BUT I was wondering if you could do a little thing, maybe with Sebastian Zöllner, where he is like totally behind on every fucking deadline, work is just piling up, he got into stress with his ex, the dishes are not done, he should go take out the trash, you know, everything is just piling up and he just cracks under the pressure, severely doubting his worth as a person. And his friend, the reader, gotta try their best to build him up again, telling him all the things they love about him, and it slowly turns into a love confession without them noticing.

Is this too elaborate, does that make sense for Seb? Idk. To me it does? Like he's always very...Seb around other people, but deep down I feel like he's always under this pressure to live up to his own and others expectations, wanting to be big and famous and perfect in a way.

I'm so sorry, brain go brrr.

Never Enough [Sebastian Zöllner x Reader]

Word Count: 4k Warnings: bad habits (heavy smoking and drinking), self deprecation, depression and some fluff in the end. A/N: I loved this prompt, I love to write Sebastian so thanks to you once more for giving me this opportunity

He should have probably realised something was wrong when the ashtray was vomiting cigarettes out from its dooming position beside the laptop.

He nervously used the left part of the one he just ended to scavenge some space and just pressed it along the others.

Or maybe when after another sip of the same cold coffee mixed with cheap gin he felt the walls of his stomach revolting and stirring against him, threatening a much bigger damage.

Or, again, when he felt like calling back Elke because he was so alone and he was hungry and tired, and she might hate him but he could pull some puppy eyes and maybe it would work. It usually did.

The truth was that he shouldn’t have taken up so many jobs, but the bank account was crying and he needed them, he needed the money.

But again: writing about the umpteenth girl- artist performing naked on a famous historic location?

Or do we have to talk about the way somebody splashed some colour here and there on a canvas saying it is the catharsis of his young mind against the social construct?

Please, may God spare him from the man calling himself landscape artist because he takes pictures of naked girls on a field.

Charged up with this amount of nothingness, he could just write and delete, write and delete, words count going quickly up to 400 only to go back at 0 in a snap of his fingers over the buttons, because he couldn’t just tear them down. He had to give them some hope, a glimpse of potential he couldn’t see and he wasn’t even aware it existed. Each of them disgusted him, but he was specifically asked to be entertaining and not a killer with his words.

So he kept swiping up videos and photos of these artists, trying to find one thing, one holy grail to get attached to and finally write one good optimistic line in the middle of the words he had to pull up to keep a moderate tone.

He rubbed his temple running over his hairline, which by the way was perfectly fine, before his hand reached down and he touched his t-shirt pulling on the neckline to gather some air, he was wearing his pyjama still, white stained shirt on blue tartan pants. He raised up the shirt and bowed his head down giving in a long inhale from the inside and just cringed to himself.

He looked around as he couldn’t stand up, if he did then he will get only more distracted and these articles needed to be ready for tomorrow.

He noticed the spray against the mosquitos on the floor, those little bastards always hiding under his desk to bite his ankles, he picked it up and sprayed it over himself like it was perfume hoping to ignore the need of a shower for few more hours.

His eyes scanned the small studio flat he was living now: the dishes sticking out of the sink, the noisy fridge buzzing. The one table that was also his work desk filled with used mugs, stained plates covered in cigarettes and leftovers, empty packages of his favourite brand discarded everywhere: from the bathroom up to the couch and to the small bed he owned. Damn, if he run out of cigarette it will be hard to ignore how he also run out of food.

The space was dark and gloomy, some of his stuff still packed up, the fake pop art panting of him and Elke staring at him reminding him of his other loss.

He didn’t touch the bed in days, he just slept on the seat or on the couch.

His attention was attracted by his phone buzzing.

He sat up straight as it was her, it was Elke.

Did she sense his discomfort?

“Elke” he picked up the call in a second.

“Wow, a quick answer, did you have your phone already in your hand or it happens just so late at night?”

Her sarcasm did’t go past him, but he just thought how long it was since he heard a human voice and not the recording of some idiot calling himself artist.

“No, I was thinking of you”

“Yes, sure, look I have sent you an email with the bills of the time you were here, the ones you have left to pay and it is only fair that you pay at least half of them”

“Sure” he just said it because he wanted to go past the point of money, he wanted her back. Maybe he could crush at her place, feel her hands through his hair, shower, sleep some good sleep and the articles will come around in few types “Elke, I was thinking we might…”

“I just called you for the bills”

“I know, but maybe we could have” his eyes darted at the top right of his laptop screen to see the time “a drink together?”

She huffed a laughter as he frowned lightly “I know you Seb, if it is money or sex what you’re looking for that door is closed and it has been for a long time”

“I know” he murmured as he let out a breathy sigh, a dooming sense of loneliness creeping over him like a giant spider ready to wrap him up and eat him “I just hoped…”

“Don’t hope Sebastian, you’re already an hopeless cause”

She hung up on him and he was left there, he kept that same pose with his phone against his ear. His eyes trailing once again over the empty page of his document on the screen, on the chaos surrounding him.

He nibbled on his bottom lip before running his tongue over the pained area.

He pushed the phone back down on the table with a tremble of his jaw and a shaky hand.

She was right.

What he did of his life anyway? He lost most of his occasions in life, he was now in his thirties and he concluded nothing of what he hoped to be, he failed in all the departments both as an artist and as a critic.

A jack of all trades is a master of none, and maybe only the first type of the famous quote could be applied to him.

He couldn’t even take the trash out or he couldn’t remember the last time he ate something that was vaguely resembling of fruits or vegetables. It is all good when you imagine yourself as a bohemian rooting against the world, when you convince yourself that’s only the proof you needed to know you are fighting well against a system of art that privileges banality and marketing over real artistic value and that, one day, all your struggles will be worth it.

Even Picasso was poor for a long time in Paris.

Damn, maybe to be in a situation like this in Paris would sound more romantic.

But the truth was: he never imagined to have to do it alone, that life would feel so overwhelming, that there wouldn’t be anything but extreme struggle, anger, loneliness and a terrible diet.

For a moment he wished to be a baby again, to be the bright boy he was and let mommy take care of his needs and his dirty shirt and empty stomach. He wished that maybe somebody noticed him before, that somebody saw his talent and helped him to pull it out instead of leaving him to do it on his own only to come late to every step.

And now it is too late, he is lost in the sea of terrible paid jobs and anguishing relationships, let’s not forget maybe he indeed had a receding hairline and he was doomed to get bold .

He squeezed his eyes as a soft sob took over his lip, hand running over his forehead as he pulled on his hair justifying his tears with some physical pain. He shook his head as he tried to gain back some composure, hand flung over to pick up his coffee mug and giving in a long gulp of the coffee, the same one he swore before to not touch again, only to almost choke on it, couching it out only to pick up the bottom hem of his shirt to clean his laptop screen.

He fucking hated to write on a computer, the old typewriters inspired him but that damn ink was too expensive now for his sore pockets.

He smirked to himself as he kept doing it, finding good excuses to call himself off any responsibility. But maybe Elke was right, well she surely was, she had two degrees, maybe he was really a lot cause. He frowned as he wiped slowly the screen with his already stained shirt, the wetness sticking then against his skin as soon as he let it go giving him another shiver.

He didn’t have even the strength to cry, he could only accept it was over.

The curse that he shouted out loud when he heard knocking at the door, smashing him out of his thought spiral, generated an immediate anger reaction from him.

“Fuck, shit, if it is the fucking neighbour, I swear I will kill her cat or that rat she has as cat, fucking hell”

He grumbled as he stood up moving across the table not caring about his state, he only wanted to crawl back into a ball and maybe nuzzle a bit somewhere.

When his death glare appeared after the door opened in a powerful swing his eyebrows lifted immediately finding you on the other side.

He blinked, one of those sleepy blinks where somebody closes his eyes and then opens them really wide to make sure it is not made up in their brain, that one.

His eyebrows furrowed as he stared at you

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

“You should wash your mouth with holy water Sebastian” you said shaking your head raising your arms to show him some paper bags “I am bringing food and body shower”

He shook his head “Are you calling me stinky?”

“I am” You quickly replied moving past him into his place ignoring his groan.

He stood by the door slowly closing it, he was sure that old bitch was looking through her peephole, only then he stared at you try to make your way into the filthy kitchen. He was really embarrassed about his antics, but surely this time he exceeded some record.

“I am speechless Seb, I helped you with the moving and this place seems to have taken over you” you said as you knew he was in some rut when he kept such a long phone silence.

He was usually always texting, sending memes or one sentence texts.

You cared about him, deeply, you knew he was full of flaws and little quirks, but that’s what made him special. Nevertheless, you were worried about the state of the place, how it showed the way he let himself get dragged through the days. So he observed you, better to say, your back, the way you moved around opening the window to let fresh air inside, turning on a lamp to make some light that wasn’t just the blue one of the screen. Pulling out commodities and food from your magic bags like some sort of Mary Poppins of struggling writers. How you poured soap in the dirty load of dishes and pans, the way you marched securely to his desk to pick up that filthy mug and you frowned just sniffing at it.

“Is that poison?”

“Rat poison” he corrected you.

You shook your head as you cleaned a glass and filled it with water and among the groceries you pulled out a banana.

“Have this now, it will help” you said and he took the glass with one hand and the banana with the other like his brain was shut down.

He stared at you as you leaned your head slightly on side, he went through bad times after the break up but you had never seen him in such a helpless state.

He was chaotic but he always loved to keep up his appearance, to give that handsome and damned kind of vibe.

“Sebastian” you called him as his eyes spaced out and now where back on you “Are you alright?”

He observed you, he stared at your face like he was trying to recognise you, truth it was he kept pushing himself to say yes, say yes, say it is all good, make a joke, a remark, keep it up. You don’t need his burden, you don’t need to hate him like Elke and others do.

Just say yes.

“No” he said as his lips trembled and you watched his ironic mask fall right in front of you as he looked away hiding his tears, real tears, not the ones he can play out whenever he needs.

Just as quickly as you gave him the banana and the water you took them off his hands afraid he might hurt himself by dropping the glass in particular.

"Seb" you called his attention as he sobbed moving like a bird trying to hide his face against his own shoulder.

You took his now empty hands dragging him toward the couch and kicking off the pile of dirty clothes and discarded books on top of it to make him sit down with you.

"Talk to me"

He didn't, the man that was never out of words, even in the times he should have been, was now silent as a tombstone staring away from you as you gave a gentle squeeze to his hands. It pained you to see him in such a state.

So weak, so helpless like a lost child.

"I can't help you if you don't talk"

Sebastian shook his head still staring at the wall.

"You can't help me"

"Is it about writing? I can proof read you, it will be a moment"

He shook his head again making, hair bouncing from side to side.

"No, it is not important if I write or not"

You frowned at that comment.

"What the hell?" you just blurted out "Seb you're a talented writer, you're passionate, funny, witty, why shouldn't it be important?"

He looked up at you shaking his head "I can't write, I can't put together two sentences"

Your eyes travelled onto his side profile, truth to be told he looked worn out but he was still handsome like only Sebastian Zöllner could be. He had that chaotic charm, even with a wrinkled suit he was fearless, strong, poignant. You couldn't avoid him, he owned every place he stepped in and you could feel his gaze run through your bloodstream.

When he asks a question, he meant it, it was a test run into your bones and you loved every second of it.

His lips tightened as he diverted his gaze finally to you. You knew his relationship with Elke was important, he cared about others even if he didn't show it daily like most people do.

"Is it Elke?"

"No, she was just right"

"About what?"

He gulped, his throat dry as he pulled his bottom lip in his mouth grinding his teeth over it like playing something through that gesture.

"About me"

"Breakups are always shit, don't you even.."

"No Y/N" he interrupted you, he was serious, maybe his voice trembled but he wasn't lying or playing some role "I am really a lost cause, I mean look at his place"

His hand waved around the small flat like a drunk orchestra director.

"It is pure trash, I haven't finished unpacking, I didn't have food until you came, I am unable to look after myself, to look after the people that I care about. I worked so hard to be an artist and then I became a critic and now I am so knee deep into my own shit that I have more debts than entries, more failures than successes, more haters than friends"

He gulped down, the waterline of his eyes dangerously red and he sniffled up as he let out a little weak whisper "I just wish I could disappear"

"No"

It came out of you like a lighting bolt, it surged out of you before you could even elaborate. Like an order. A command.

"Seb, you're now in a rough patch of life, but you have always worked hard and well as a writer"

"I am a writer because I failed as an artist"

"You're a writer because you know of what you're talking about, because you're able to see the difference between marketing and passion, between hard work and laziness, because you respect that profession and it makes you the best critic"

"I just want to destroy them all because I am envious, Elke always said I am fuelled by my own envy”

"I have read pieces of yours only encouraging the rightful and bringing down the real frauds"

He shook his head as he was just fixating on the wrong, on the flaws, on the problems.

You huffed cupping his cheeks to force him to look at your eyes.

"Look at me" you said not admitting replies "you are talented in what you do, you are one of the best in your field and you're not on some big magazine only because they know they will have to put up with your shit: with the fact you always meet the people, you look at art pieces in presence, you touch them, you research the colours, you scrutinise everything to the bone"

He took your hands hating to be held like that but he squeezed them in his owns.

"And yes, you're allergic to ironing clothes and washing dishes is your personal nightmare, and yes, you give out many temper tantrums and have a terribly dark sense of humour, you are a failure at time and money management, you love filthy rich stuff and smoke like your life depends on it"

He stared at you, he listened quietly as you knew him from so long and many people, Elke included, wondered what you gained from helping him or just being around him that much. He often teased his ex about being jealous of you and she always said that it was like being jealous of a mortgage.

"So you agree?"

"I agree to say you are flawed like all of us, that you are just the perfect balance to your writing, you're what you write. You're passionate, you give out the two hundred percent of what you can give, you are like this, you go all-in in everything you do, there's no compromise, no mid way, no foreseeable change of direction, you speed up into the darkness and don't look back. You are bold, you take risks, you let people hate you because you do not compromise with who is son of who or who is the director of what gallery, you judge people over their real qualities. Because you talk to them in their face, because you don't hide that yes, you want to be great, because you're handsome and charming and smart, nobody can outsmart you in your field, not even that idiot you hate that much"

"Golo Fucking Moser" he murmured

"Golo Fucking Moser" you repeated with a chuckle "you don't have anything to envy to him beside the bruises he probably has on his knees for bending down to anyone"

He chuckled at that comment.

"And also, you're more attractive, that pisses off Seb, it is unfair to the poor man”

He leaned his head on side as you wouldn't normally shower him in compliments, he had enough ego for that, but you had never seen him like this and you wished to never see him again in such a state.

"You find me attractive?"

"Well for sure you're an eye candy" you joked

"I mean it"

You rolled your eyes blushing a bit and huffing a chuckle "I do, alight? It is universal knowledge"

He looked at you as he still held your hands in his, his thumbs making soft shapes over the back of your hand.

"That I am attractive or that you find me attractive?"

You groaned looking away with an embarrassed giggle “okay, okay, I see you're back in yourself, let's eat now"

You moved to stand up but he didn't do the same remaining sat in his spot.

"Tell me"

"I pumped your self esteem enough, now let me go"

He chuckled softly, he never really thought you'd be interested. He usually shows off so many bad traits that he has to tone himself down and really try hard to attract someone. It is all an effort on his part to appear better or at least less quirky.

And then now look at you, appreciating even his shit show.

"Y/N" he murmured giving you a soft squeeze. You kept silent not daring now to meet his gaze. He bowed his head trying to reach for your eyes with his gaze and he looked up at you, a smile that wasn't provocative over his lips.

You pulled back yanking your wrists off his grip to move straight into the kitchen corner.

You begun pulling ut some fresh vegetables and bread, you also got some cheese knowing he loves it, wanting him to have a good dinner.

He followed you almost immediately and soon you found his arms grasping you once more in a hug, his chest pressed against your back, his forehead on your shoulder.

"Seb, you..."

"I know, I stink, just give me a moment" he said and you obliged him gently caressing his arms around you.

You hated to be in the friend zone, but you wouldn't be able to survive to lose him forever or to have him joke about it.

Now he was quiet, tender like a hurt pup.

"Thank you, you know you can count on me too, right? For anything” he said and you chuckled softly “I know, you’re my favourite avenger”

He nodded brushing his crisp beard against your cheek and after few minutes stuck in that hug he dropped a kiss on your neck "love you”

He pulled back giving you a smile as he picked the shower gel you left on the counter bringing it with himself to the bathroom with a soft hum.

You smiled a bit bitterly to yourself as you guessed it was meant in a friendly way, but today it was alright. You could endure it. Also that kiss, he always did it when he was drunk, at parties or in the taxi back home after a viewing. It was his cuddly way to say things without saying them, without rambling, and you appreciated that silent language.

Maybe now he was drunk over his own feelings.

Just like you.

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Hello, it's me again, your friendly neighborhood... Hungarian?!...👀❤️

Can I request a Sebastian Zöllner fic, where he is a coworker of Reader, and there's an obvious sexual tension, attraction in the office, they sit opposite each other, legs touching sometimes, hands touching... Idunno... Things like this 👀🔥 but nothing happened... Yet...🔥🔥

Never an Enemy [Sebastian Zöllner x Fem!Reader]

Word count: 5k

Warnings: A bad mouthed journalist with strong opinions about art and performance that might offend

Author’s note: Did I let this idea simmer in me for ages? Yes. Did I ever stopped thinking about it? NO.

You hummed softly while the music blasted in your headphones as you made your way up the stairs to the headquarters of the Art Tribune, the art focused magazine you worked for since over a year.

You liked the job even if to deal with artists was hard and the pay check could really deserve an improvement, it was stimulating and surely kept you on the edge. That morning in particular you needed to revise some background stories and just loads of reading to do to work on a new article for an upcoming exhibition. Just the usual fact checking, but you just couldn’t do it at home the day before so you decided to come early and enjoy some peace and quiet at the office.

You arrived at the top of the stairs of the fourth floor with a groan, you told yourself you had to do the stairs because you spent 70% of your life sitting in front of a computer, kind of self care, but brutal. You groaned lightly going straight toward the little kitchen installed for the team when you noticed something in the empty shared room full of desks. It was actually a really nice place with big industrial style windows that let lots of light inside, a very smart environment to work in, with areas where you could relax, free Wifi and loads of facilities. Usually people were put in big desks together, facing each other, trying to push a sort of ‘community feeling’.

Inevitably most of the people created barricades with books, and pictures of their dogs or even empty coffee cups. Yes, all cute and artistic, but do not talk to me.

That’s what also the attitude of the man you shared your desk with on your first day. He whined like a child for twenty minutes, complained he was happy to work alone, followed the assistant of the editor around the office and created a barricade of catalogues between the two of you so thick that you wondered if it was also bulletproof, only to rest his elbows over it half an hour asking if you had the change for the vending machine. Yes, that random man was you colleague and friend, Sebastian Zöllner.

The same that you are witnessing now asleep on the desk, head resting on his crossed arms while a stand of saliva went down on his shirt, wild hair and shoes taken off.

He could be considered an attractive man if he wasn’t a bloody nightmare of a person. You actually worked a lot with him and enjoyed his presence most of the days, your characters folded nicely and you would bounce off his attitude. He was strong on biographies and annoying the shit out of others, so he was always nagging at someone, you included.

You smirked slowly tracing his hair with your fingers, he never looked so innocent and you were always surprised to learn how those messy hair were so soft. It wasn’t the first time you did that gesture, sometimes he did lean his head like this only to be touched like an annoying mewling cat that needs attentions. “Kaffee” He mumbled making you chuckle, such a an annoying brat and he didn’t even open his eyes.

You carried on walking to the little kitchen room to prepare some coffee for you and your desk partner. You shook your head aimlessly as you started wondering why the man is here at this hour and if it was really a good idea to wake him up. To have him awake means to be able to do little to zero.

You watched the coffee get ready, the comforting tune of your morning playlist getting you still on the good side of your mood as you poured the coffee in your mug.

Then you saw it, an arm sneaking in front of you and taking the mug from your hand, you jump scared in a second almost pouring the rest of the coffee on the whole kitchen counter only to encounter Sebastian sleepy figure behind you bringing the mug close to his nose and inhaling deeply the aroma before having a gulp, you stared at him as his jaw clenched, his eyes got a bit teary. “Fucking hot” he whined making you chuckle, he deserved it for stealing it, luckily you were already doing some more for him so he stole your favourite mug but you had some coffee for you left.

You pulled off your headphones leaning them on your neck “No idea you’d be sleeping at the office, weren’t you off on some interview ?”

He shrugged “yeah, well me neither, but interviewing sculptors is always annoying as shit and those are always supersensitive” he said opening the freezer and pulling out some ice cubes from their box and putting them in the coffee mug. “Scheiße!” He cursed as the ice cube landing in the mug caused the coffee to spill onto his white shirt. You pressed your lips tight against each other not to laugh into his face, but he was already pissed off and it wasn’t even proper work time. You watched him lean over the sink trying to wash it off somehow without even bothering to take it off, just adding chaos on chaos.

“Y/N! Do not laugh and try to help me! Beside, the heck are you doing here at this hour?” You rolled your eyes at that comment, but you didn’t indulge him in that request.

“I was just looking for silence”

He nodded like he didn’t believe a single word of it, he was just an asshole and you had to deal with it like it or not. You almost hated how he was so freaking good at writing and that’s probably why many people indulged him. Even you knew his pieces on the magazine and didn’t expect to find out he was so…so Sebastian.

You let out a breathy chuckle taking your mug and making your way to your joined desk letting him wrestle his balance over the kitchen sink trying to get the stain wet and not shower himself in the meanwhile.

You sat down at your spot leaning the mug on side, hands covering your face trying to keep a clear mind letting out a big breath “okay, let’s do this”

You turned on the lamplight on your desk pulling out your laptop from your backpack. As the computer was ‘waking up’ you stared at Sebastian side of the desk compared to yours.

You had like a little citadel of books around you, but it was pretty neat, a little succulent gifted by your friend for your first day at work with the name tag ‘Danny’ on it sitting beside the lamp, lots of pencils and pens of different colours and notebooks to no end. If you had something in common with that beast of a man was that you both still relied on paper for sketching ideas and write down impressions in the moment, then onto the typing.

His side, however, was like a contemporary artwork in itself. Half empty cigarettes packages everywhere, the ashtray filled up, paper inside books and books filled with more papers. Notes everywhere, the damn king of neon yellow post-its, stains of coffee and crumbles of food invert corner, his red laptop showing off like a punch in the eye and his satchel bag always hang or thrown around.

You often wondered if the cleaning stuff just gave up on him. Your lucky guess was that he would probably throw a fit if anything was moved, so everyone just played the blind eye.

He was good at throwing fits.

You watched him come back sitting in front of you, half of his shirt soaked in the attempt to clean it up, he licked his lips picking one empty package of cigarettes looking in it and throwing it away until he found one with still something in it and he lighted his cigarette as he turned on his laptop. You sighed opening the window to let the fresh air not getting you intoxicated.

You went back to sip your coffee and stare at the screen quietly, every now and then your eyes falling onto the little cloud of smoke in front of you.

Sebastian was an attractive man, that was undeniable and you were sure that made him also a successful interviewer even though he was so random and chaotic, when he was silent and collected in thoughts he was indeed a sight to be seen. The dark hair framing his face like he was some cherub, his deep eyes staring into the void of his own words as he typed. He had a sort of decadent look on him.

Slowly the office begun to get filled, people coming here and there to tease Seb about coming early and he just waving his cigarette around asking for silence.

“Zöllner””

The chief editor shouted getting into his office without even turning around. Seb rolled his eyes looking at you as he pushed the cigarette in the ashtray waving his hand around to dissipate the smoke around him before standing up.

“I wonder how he managed to survive few days without shouting my name” he smirked.

You looked at him and mimicked his smirk.

What a chaotic man.

You had finished your reading by then and started to make a first draft of the article you were meant to work on.

“Y/N!!!” Sebastian voice rang through the office making you jump on your seat and he gestured at you to go with him with a big wave of his arm.

You looked at your screen with an helpless sigh, it seems like you will not write that article anytime soon, you’d better just have slept an hour more.

You stood up following that incessant wave as Seb put his hand on your back to get you in a bit quicker.

“Good morning”

You said as the chief editor nodded quietly “Look Y/N, it is a big favour I have to ask you” he begun frankly as you were beginning to get worried “you did your time with silly articles, so I thought it could be interesting to pair you up with Sebastian to go to tonight’s exhibition of Evita Schnecke”

Your eyes went wide as you looked at Sebastian shrug his shoulders.

“I need somebody to keep the horse with tight rains” Mr Megelbach continued gesturing with his pen at Sebastian and then at you “and you will dip your toes in those big time artists environment, but we really need to make sure Sebastian won’t hurt anyone’s sensibility, her interview has been obtained with lots of hard work”

“Yeah, we all know that hard work” Sebastian whispered in your ear earning a glare from Mr Megelbach who handed you a couple of catalogues from that artist and the invitation.

“So, put on hold your current article for today, make a plan with this train wreck and please make sure he doesn’t show up dressed like that”

“That was unneeded”

“All precautions are always needed with you, and now get out of my office the both of you”

You nodded moving out of the office, you were a bit anxious. Those artists were unpredictable just as Sebastian.

You made your way back to your desk with him as you sat down looking at the invitation. “So, it begins at 9 pm” you said almost understanding why Sebastian shouldn’t be allowed to go unescorted because the invitation on the dress code had: Wear something that talks about your soul. Only that could bring Sebastian to have an aneurism.

“I hate that bitch”

“Seb, that’s not a good start for an article”

He smirked as you said so but shrugged

“I mean it, this woman was born into privilege, she portrayed herself to be this underground rebel, but her simple black dress was a Chanel and her everyday boot Balenciaga, so I don’t trust her for a reason”

You smirked as you could agree with that and showed him the two catalogues the boss gave you

“Choose your fighter”

He groaned so loud he could have stabbed his toe and he leaned over his side of the desk picking one from your hand giving a light pinch on your side “teacher’s pet”. You chuckled softly as he always said that.

“Tell me if you read something that it is not about the performer’s way of life” he mumbled opening it in front of him.

You begun your reading and it was indeed the hell pit of a vey spoiled kid who was told to be the greatest since the first day of life, you picked your notebook and opened it taking notes on things that you could ask about.

Sebastian in the meanwhile lighted up another cigarette rolling it between his fingers mindlessly, his eyes looking above the paper at you every now and then among the little curses in German about the stupid things written there.

After some time it was becoming really a torture to read and you leaned your back on your chair stretching your legs forward for Seb to catch one of them among his.

You smirked as you often joked to him he was like some bear trap with those legs always catching yours.

He put his hand under the table bringing your leg up onto his thigh as you shifted even lower on your seat, his hand touching your ankle mindlessly as he had a talent for little massages like that. He did it the first time a while aback, a summer day where it was so hot and humid that you couldn’t feel your own legs.

So it became a little ritual among the two of you. You had many of those rituals, it was like an unspoken collection of attentions. Like you making the coffee in the morning because he was a grumpy ass. Or him always buying you some chewing gum or little treat when he went to buy cigarettes.

“I guess I am not the only one that needs a restyle”

He said bringing you away by the tenderness those little actions brought to you when he pushed his finger in your Vans shoe deepening a hole that you were trying to ignore from months.

“Seb, don’t do it, I wanted to make them last another season”

“Another season? These can’t last the end of the month, no doubt why your sex life is a train wreck”

You frowned at him taking your ankle off his hand to push on his chair making him roll back thanks to the little wheels underneath it, but he held on the desk and pulled himself closer again.

“What do you even know about it”

He looked at you, eyebrows raising up on his forehead

“Y/N, if I was your boyfriend I wouldn’t allow you to leave the bed that early in the morning to go to the office and that’s a fact”

“Oh, and how on heaven could you detain my passion for this job?” “Well, I can write you a list about it, you can consider it a to do list on your next date” His smirk was so wide, he enjoyed to tease you like that, the bastard, he knew to be an hottie and he always acted like half of the world was up to fuck with him.

“Oh please, do it, I want to see”

You teased him and he leaned in elbows on the table staring at you.

Oh the sexual tension with him was too much, you always went down on this hurricane of remarks, always him mentioning how you need more orgasms or implying it, or even implying how good he is at giving them.

“But be careful, because any act should be performed and not only lived”

You said quoting the artist you were reading about and he whined so hard like you really stomped your foot on his balls.

“Horrid witch”

“Me?” “No, that one”

He huffed and puffed picking another cigarette. Sometimes cigarettes just died on his fingers as he forgot to actually enjoy them more than waving them around.

The artist herself wasn’t remarkable, she used themes seen over and over before, she had a background as performer/dancer and she added painting to that, but more than talent she had an amazing marketing squad. You read her story and her commentaries about living like in a poem, which always sounds pretty easy with a big bank account.

You did all you could to stay neutral even if Seb was going down to massacre the woman, you two shared a bundle of two sandwiches (or better say, your brought a package of two and he was skipping his lunch so you just handed it to him) until you decided to get parted and go get ready at home.

That evening you were waiting for him in front of your apartment, when a taxi stopped in front of you and his figure appeared waving at you to come in on the back. His eyes widened in surprise “Well, well, well, look who got all fancy here”

He smirked as his eyes travelled on you shamelessly, the dress was actually one of those you brought ages ago and never used, also to wear heels felt like new, last time you went to a fancy event almost hard to recollect.

“Just move and let me in”

You said chuckling as you looked at him being so elegant when you noticed it, the price tag on his shirt.

“Seb, did you just buy this shirt?”

“Yes, and I am going to take it back tomorrow”

You looked at him puzzled

“What?” He groaned “I suck at ironing stuff”

You looked at him as a little laugh escaped your lips as he told you not to, but it was too late for that, you shifted closer to him anyway helping him to hide that price tag better behind his neck. Nevertheless the white shirt was really fancy and fitted him perfectly.

As you arrived in front of the gallery you sighed and made your way inside.

The place wasn’t crowded but few eyes turned as you got in.

“Would you like some champagne?” A waiter asked and Seb picked two flutes immediately downing one in a gulp on his own as the other was still in his other hand, he put the empty glass on the tray and then picked a third one handing it to you.

“Drink Y/N or you won’t make it to the end of the evening”

You smirked as he was always over dramatic, but indeed the evening seemed to be made for posh people to show off how cool they are.

You spotted the artist pretty quickly wearing a Valentino bright red dress, she surely had the dancer figure and gestures which gave her some kind of an edge.

"She is all yours"

You looked at Sebastian already half way through his drink, giving you that cheshire cat smirk.

"Are you sure?"

"You know I will insult her in a second if she names her dancing background one more time, I saw the videos, she looked like a three ready to collapse on the ground" he chuckled as you smirked shaking your head at his metaphor, but he is probably right, he is too much biased.

"I didn't notice the open back before" he said referring to your dress as he caressed over your skin with his fingertips making goosebumps raise up your spine.

"What? Am I too sexy for your own good?"

"Probably" he commented not losing a beat to answer you. You were taken aback from a moment, his eyes still down on his hand touching your back before raising up to find yours.

Then he took his hand away and pressed the cold champagne glass against it making you hiss "Now go, I'll check this bourgeois art"

You frowned but you just moved away from him. He always did it, he teased you and then made it a joke. You gave it back to him too, it was your relationship, that's how you balanced it.

"Good evening " you said to her with a smile holding your glass in your left hand before offering your right hand to her "I am Y/N, from the Art Tribune"

She went from neutral to smiling in a second

"Oh, I was waiting to meet you" she said leaning to kiss your cheek, surely she was a woman with charm, with a degree of boldness that made her charming and also, you noticed, extremely touchy-feely with everyone.

"We can define this a sort of retrospective of your previous works, I liked to see the evolution of it" you lied, because you just saw the catalogue.

But that was fair enough to have her go on about her, guess what? Past as a dancer, about how she needed to express herself, how she was her own muse and all the stuff you already read.

"What is next for you then?"

"I want to follow my dream, I have always wanted to found a space with my name where people could rent the rooms to perform dances and arts"

You stared at her. For real? Like there weren't other hundreds in the whole city?

"What will keep you apart from all the others that did this before you?"

"Nobody is me" she smirked like it was clear and obvious.

You asked few more questions, but you were sad to admit Sebastian was right. There wasn't art there, there was just profit, selling a name, a brand.

This saddened you because you met many artists that had less than a chance to make it but double the talent of Miss Valentino Dress.

"Y/N" Sebastian warm hand was on your back as you were downing the last bit of champagne "Come, come ,come quick" he said pushing you away as the artist clearly recognised him but he dismissed her with some insult or whatever he just mumbled.

"Seb, I was working, what the hell?"

"Elke is here"

You still didn't understand, you were puzzled as the reason of that anxiety was still unknown to you.

"Like your girlfriend Elke?"

"Put an ex in front of it" he said looking around frantically

"Oh, I am sorry, I didn't know"

"No, me neither, I thought she was just bashing around, she always did" his arm sneaked around your waist pulling you closer "please, act sexy for once"

You were one second from hitting his guts with your elbow when Elke herself approached.

"Oh, I didn't expect to see you here" she said waving her glass around

"Yeah, well I work for an important Art journal if you remember"

"How could I forget?" she groaned looking at you then as Sebastian's hand rested onto your hip. Really? Was he acting like you were his date?

"Hi, I am Y/N"

You said politely to her and she chuckled "Run when you can, this man is a leech and you don't even know it"

She mentioned it almost casually, but you could feel all the poison implied on your skin, Sebastian's hand giving you a soft squeeze, you had never seen him like this before. He looked like a dog that just got kicked, his back hunched over you lightly both trying to protect you and for protection.

"Well, thank you for your advice, I must be a real torment too because we actually have lot of fun together, I like his unpredictability"

You said it from your heart, you didn't want to insult her or anything, but you felt bad for him. Even if he probably deserved it, to be humiliated like this must be hard in any circumstance, in particular in a place where he is supposed to work and being known.

He looked at you a bit surprised, he leaned slowly pressing a kiss on your temple and you smiled because of that gesture so enveloped in that feeling of tenderness.

"Your shot" Elke said clearly a bit annoyed that you as she just moved along followed by a man that must be her date.

"Lets go out"

You suggested as Seb nodded and just followed for once, he held your hand as you guided him and for once he wasn't talking or commenting anything.

As you went out he sat down on the sidewalk pulling out his package of cigarettes taking out one immediately.

"Hey stand up" you said to him as he looked up at you and you snatched that cigarette off his lips "let's go away"

"Where? Don't we have to stay until she gets naked to dance?"

You smirked "No, we have all the material we need"

You took his cigarette away offering him your hand as he picked it and you guided him.

He was silent, which is rare, when he was silent it meant he was upset in some way, he always had a nice comeback line for everything usually.

His head leaned on side like a scolded child as he slowly laced your fingers together.

You walked across few streets, your heels clicking on the cement until you made it to your final location pulling him inside.

"Constatinopole?"

Seb asked looking at the sign, it was a kebab place, your favourite by the way.

"I am hungry" you just said making him lower his head and smile like a kid with cue breathy chuckles.

You ordered for the two of you as he went to sat down putting another cigarette between his lips when the man behind the counter glared at him and he just put it back in the package.

He sat down slouching as you did some small talks with the guys there, you clearly knew them. The soft music from the radio holding the place into a sort of magical aura as his eyes travelled over your naked back once more, the need for a cigarette becoming even more urgent.

You two dressed so elegantly really were so noticeable in the bright lightend place, he smiled to himself thinking it could be a nice painting by Hopper.

You came back offering him his kebab with a soft drink, very thoughtful because he was indeed already a bit high on champagne.

You ate quietly together, it wasn't uncomfortable, your silences were happening often at work and always filled with a sense of common understanding, you leaned your leg up like you always did at the office and rested it on his thigh as you sat sideways beside him. His hand flying naturally on your ankle to give his usual massage, his thumb tracing your skin with imaginary patterns as his other hand held the kebab close to his mouth.

The speaker at the radio announcing next song as Rocket Man by Elton John filled the room with a melancholic vibe. You couldn't help but think the song suited perfectly Sebastian, his being out of this word, out of control.

"Thank you" he said at some point as he tried his best not to ruin his shirt, you looked up at him as he was staring, his eyes telling you something on their own "You have been the best girlfriend I have ever had"

He added with a bitter smile diverting once more his gaze, you smiled back at him, he looked so resigned. Maybe it was the alcohol, but you have never seen him so fragile before.

"I could be"

His eyes darted up to you, his surprise evident as he put down the kebab, the soothing voice of the British singer still giving a dream edge to the moment as he moved closer. You slowly shifted your leg to give him room of movement as his right arm sneaked to rest on the back of your chair closing the space between the two of you.

His lips tasted still a bit of champagne as he pressed them against yours, you kissed him back slowly as his left hand travelled on your thigh pulling you closer to him probably staining your dress because of his greasy hand.

He pulled back almost immediately before leaning onto you again titling his head on the other side. This second time the kiss was more deep, more intense. Your hands slowly cradling his face before pulling back yourself.

He smiled against your lips and you smiled back.

Maybe tomorrow you will regret it like Elke said, maybe not.

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rumblelibrary · 3 years

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Hey, it's me again, I promise I won't flood your ask box, just one more idea 😂🥺❤️

Can I request from the fluff list, 28. or 39. with Sebastian Zöllner? I really couldn't choose here...

*suddenly goes extremely close to you, and whispers into your ear* happy birthday again, love you *gives a smooch on your face and runs away*

Sebastian Zöllner x Reader

“you’re lucky you’re hot.” “you ramble and it’s adorable.” (girl, I couldn't pic so you have two short moments, hope you'll enjoy ❤️)

If you said it You were driving at steady speed. It was late at night, the only sound the soft music coming from your radio, you tapped on the wheel lighty with ypur fingers keeping the tempo. Your soft humming got mixed up with the notes, the light f the sign indicating the next gas station attracting your attention as you pulled in that direction. You kept going for a couple of more minutes until you got there slowly making your way arounf the parking lot until you saw him sitting on the pavement in front of the closed cafeteria. You haleted the car in front of him and he looked up before standing pulling his satchel bag over his shoulder. His hair completely messed and his jacket had a pretty evident hole. You lowered the window looking at him, his sulking face meeting yours. "You're late" There was a moment of silence until you just said “you’re lucky you’re hot. Get in.” He chcukled at the comment shaking his head as he moved around the car getting inside to the passenger seat. "So, what happened this time?" You asked as he launched his bag on the back seats and he just kept silent some more. "Those idiots" he grumbled hastly. "Yes?" "Yes? what? They thought it was funny dropping me there while I was buying cigarettes and I had to call you" You shook your head, he was gong to some art fair with a group of other journalists, he probabbly ngged the hell out of them or smoked all time filling the car with that smell. "There's a reason why I take the train ,that's the fucking reason, I mean what the hell, what kind of idiots do that? I almost expected to se them come back, not even by chance, that's so childish and i really I cannot stand it, I swear to God they will pay for this, I really.." He stopped as he noticed your eyes on him and a soft chuckle escaping your lips. "What? I can go home walking if you find it funny" You shook your head with a soft smile “you ramble and it’s adorable.” He groaned rolling his eyes hating it, he was used to shield himself, to protect himself from others. He looked at you noticing you were still wearing your pyjama and some random trainers you put on. You literally went to pick him up when you could have sent him to fuck off like everyone else and with reason. He huffed softly as he leaned in pressing a soft kiss on your neck to not distract you from driving. "Thank you for not giving up on me"

If he said it He stared at you, head on side as he adjusted the lighting once more. You wished you never indulged him into photography sometimes because there you are, standing like an idiot in the middle of a room wearing a dress that is close to nothing. "Can't we just" "ba ba ba ba ba" he interrupted you raising his index finger and you looked down with a sigh. You waited quietly for a moment but then picked an empty plastic bottle left beside you and just threw it at him" "HEY! " He shouted with a frown taking over his feature "You’re lucky you’re hot, or I will already got you out” you raised your eyebrows with a chuckle as he said that last part taking you aback. "The apartment has my name on the contract" He ignored you as he waved his hand, you liked to see him a bit underdressed, no shirt but just comfy home clothes. You leaned aside as he finally decided to take the shoots he wanted, you helped him even though he will have to contact some professional model one day, but for now it was alright to help him with his technique. "You look ravishing" he groaned as he started moving around and you got distracted from your usual train of thoughts "So hot, oh yes do it like this, move your arm like an arch" "What?" "mh?" he mumbled as he kept snapping pictures "I mean, what you, I mean..me?" "MMH?" he didn't get it yet and he hated when you mumbled like that not giving him a proper answer "Seb, I just.." “you ramble and it’s adorable.” He chuckled as he lowered the camera and smirked at you.

"Were you fooling around?"

He nodded "Maybe" he smirked moving closer to you.

"Come, have a look"

You whined as he died to show you and you just didn't want to see yourself in there but he smirked moving behind you and positioning his arms in front of you holding the camera so you had to look at it in front of you as he pressed the buttons to show you the little images of you.

"Look, aren't you damn fuckable?"

You laughed as he was just too good at ruining romantic moments.

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Might we get some Sebastian Zollner soft smut 👀 maybe even like young him when he was still trying to do his own painting and you were his nude model

The Artist and his Muse [Sebastian Zöllner x his Muse]

Word count: 3k

Warnings: Smut, bit pf fem!dom and a mess of a man

A/N: As usual Sebastian is my weakest spot. The painting here is "In the Tepidarium" by Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema.

You stood there quietly, a sense of expectation taking over you when he opened the door at you. You noticed him from day one and now you had to wrap the situation between the two of you.

"There you are"

He only said letting you inside, a second voice greeting you.

"Hey! Seb is that your girlfriend?"

He waved at his flatmate to shut up as he put an hand on your lower back pushing you to get out of that situation fast.

As you got into his tiny room it was a mess.

The space was small, scattered art books and biographies of great artists everywhere on the floor, on the big inclined drawing desk, one of those like architects had. Then drawings, drawings everywhere from the floor to the walls, from over the bed to every visible corner of the room.

Also mugs, ashtrays filled up everywhere, more mugs used as ashtrays and some leftover food also used as ashtray.

The place would have been grey and dull if it wasn't so chaotic and full of colours.

You also noticed from the big amount of duvets over the bed that the place was cold.

"Get your stuff here"

He said moving his, hopefully clean, clothes off a chair so you could lean your stuff there.

"Thank you for coming" he added briefly and you smiled.

"Thank you for inviting me"

It wasn't like you had much choice, you posed for the art academy, but some extra money was always nice and he daunted you for weeks by now, so in the end you said yes.

"So, let's begin or do you need anything?"

"Some water would be nice" you said as he nodded taking a glass full of dirty water, probably used to get wet the brushes, and going away. You heard him throw it away and briefly wash it before coming back to you with the glass full of water and still half dirty.

You smiled as you took it taking a sip only to be polite putting it back on side.

"Now please" he gestured something, he did a lot of hand gestures and a lot of waving like he was constantly trying to get rid of some smoke surrounding him.

"Get naked" he concluded and you nodded quietly undoing your dress as he looked away to look trough some of all those sketches he had around the room finally showing you a sketch of a standing naked figure, he clearly had some ideas for the background and it was quite classic as structure.

"You can hold this" he said handing you a ball "hold it low, around here" he said pressing the ball over your lower stomach.

"You know ,like a fortune teller" he said before giving you his back to prepare the easel and put on the canvas. You notice he sketched the back of it, so he probably didn't have all of that money. The chances to be paid becoming small by minute, but you were here and he was awkward enough to intimidate you a bit.

You put the ball down and proceeded to undress, you folded your clothing over the chair he freed for you and piled them neatly before picking the ball again.

"ruffle your hair, I need a kind of unkept vibe"

you nodded as you held the ball under your arm and with one hand you ruffled your hair standing nicely in place as you put the ball back to its position.

He stared at you as he leaned on side, he jerked his hand blindly on side to turn on the small radio to some low indie pop channel.

You took your time to observe him as you stared in front of you.

He had longish hair and he tied them up into an half bun, a soft beard. He wore a used t-shirt from the band The Smiths already stained with colour and some blue pants that must be his kind of working from home uniform.

He was barefoot and you noticed he bowed his feet inward as he got pensive, like a way to get extra relaxed.

He was cute, you had to admit it. He was also the first in line most of the time during real life drawing lessons, you could tell he was striving for it but he didn't take well criticism. He would glare and frown at every critic, nag at his bottom lip as he resumed his sketching every time with more passion.

It was always weird to go and see a student on your own. When you were working at the academy it was easy because you had a clear shift and pauses, while when working with artists alone you always had to give in some time.

"Relax your shoulders"

You blinked like his words woke you up and you took a deep breath resuming your position.

"It is a study for a classical image, you know something like Alma Tadema works, only modern" you smiled as you liked that painter and you nodded.

Silence took over as he observed you and disappeared behind the canvas. He was nervous from the moment you agreed to meet him alone. he felt like a creep because he always had a bit of a crush on you and he was upset when for a reason or another you were not the model on certain days. You were everything he liked, every proportion of your body was the ideal he had as an artist.

He sketched your shape as for once he had all the time, no change of position, nobody calling it too difficult or interrupting the moment.

He huffed softly as he got too excited awaiting for this moment he couldn't sleep at night and he even cleaned up his room. Well, you could tell he tried.

He observed every detail of you: from the way you had little moles scattered on your body that he never noticed before to the way your collarbone met deliciously under your neck, how your shoulders drifted up every now and then to unease the tension from the lack of movement. He bit on the inside of your cheek as he sketched the navel of your hips, the delicious curve where so many times he imagined to bury his head into, to be kept safe from the welcoming world of your female form, the origin of the world of erotica.

He frowned as you moved to take a sip of water, he looked at the time, 30 minutes already gone?

He stared down to the canvas as he had to focus, focus focus.

"Seb?? Do you have my lighter??"

A male voice that you guessed belonged to his flatmate shouted and he picked a cigarette

"NO" he shouted louder as the other guy groaned from behind the door, you smirked as you watched him light up his cigarette with a metal lighter and blow some smoke.

He resumed his sketching and you relaxed after some time, your eyes darting away as you barely saw him beside the smoke raising from behind the canvas.

"SEB"

Another shout interrupting but this time it was another flatmate that just bounced the door open. You gulped in surprise as you didn't have anything at hand to cover yourself

"What shit is this? What kind of pervert are you?"

The guy asked as Sebastian thew the pencil at him.

"Fuck you" he shouted "get the fuck out, out!" he jumped off his seat throwing the lit cigarette at him. And that’s why you hated to go to people's houses. Other that don't study art looked at you like that, like something dirt ,like a naked woman.

You sighed as you moved toward the bed covering yourself with one of the countless duvets scattered in the room, it was warm and soft at least. You looked away trying to zone out from the little fight going on between Sebastian and his the other guy.

"Sorry"

He said as he locked the door and pushed the drawer in front of it huffing and panting as he came to you showing with a gesture of his hand your way back to that position.

"No, look it is better if I leave, if you want to do it a private session let's do it at the school" you said as you got enough of that place and his flatmates and you also realised that if he lived in that chaos he probably didn't have the money to book the room and also pay you.

"no, no, no, no" he repeated as he moved after you as you marched to collect your belonging.

"please, they are just idiots" he said as he looked like he was ready to have a panic attack.

"I can see that myself, so that's better to end it now"

"no, no you don't understand"

You chuckled as you looked at him "don't understand what? the power of art?" you inquired as you had heard all sorts of excuses about it.

"I need you"

He said helplessly as your frowned and looked away as he gabbed you by your duvet yanking you back a little.

“I don’t work with other models, I can’t process it, when you’re there I am productive, I work and overwork, and my head is full of ideas, of hopes and more and more ideas, I can see things in perspective, I can feel it, it is like a raging fire and I need you t make it start, just please, just listen to me”

You tried to focus onto what was around you and there's when you noticed that from this new perspective you saw the sketch.

You moved closer to it as you admired how delicate was Sebastian's hand, he made little traits, quick slashes that made your figure look like you had never seen yourself before and you had actually seen a lot of sketches of yourself, so many pointing out unflattering things about your body that you tried to avoid having a look at those sketches.

"it is rough, don't" he said as he still held you by the duvet but he noticed you look up at the canvas.

He had never been this close to you. You smelled like fresh flowers and soft creamy after bath lotion, one of those that say your skin will be like honey and milk. He was sure you tasted like it.

He gulped down nervously as now this was widely unprofessional and he would have given all he had to avoid this moment and yet he daydreamed of it for so long while watching you getting dressed after the lesson.

"I apologise, I swear, I never.. I mean I know this is not the best place but I never felt like I do with you before and I didn’t want to screw it up on the first time”

You didn't really had the time to answer as he clashed his lips over yours grabbing the sides of your face with his hands and it was so desperate like he was about to break down.

You pushed him off as he frowned visibly. He looked so taken aback and saddened now.

You almost chuckled to his face as he looked like a pup that got smacked in the muzzle for biting onto something pricy.

You tugged him by his shirt still wrapped up in that duvet pushing him to sit down.

He opened his mouth but nothing came out of it when you moved to straddle him.

"Stay still"

You said as you moved your hand to his jaw making him close his mouth, he stared at you as you brushed you lips against his, he looked at you intensely before closing his eyes and letting you guide him into that kiss. He let out a soft sound as you showed him what kisses are made for, not that fearful rushed slamming from his mouth to yours.

"You're a goddess" he whispered softly as he leaned for another kiss. He pulled onto that duvet now hungry for more.

"Calm down, don't rush so much" you whispered as he almost didn't know what to do with himself. He was hard already, he was desperate for you that colonised his dreams for so long.

"Damn" he groaned as you lowered your hips against his. He stared at you panting softly as you started grinding against him, the fabric of his joggers was soft but you would have endured some itchy feeling just for the way he trembled and groaned from the friction you gifted. You were sure his boxers must be filled with precum already.

"Can I touch you?"

"Not yet" you whispered. You loved the way he draw you, you saw all the desire behind it and he deserved to enjoy it and not to rush through it.

"Fuck please, i have never" he stopped himself as you looked at you curiously.

"I did everything but that" he said as he tried to avoid to mention how usually girls got so annoyed with his that after a very good cunnilingus they would ask him to leave.

"even better then" you said as he looked so nervous it was adorable. you leaned in and kissed him again as he let you take off his shirt as he stared at you adoringly, the duvet falling off your torso as his eyes fluttered closed letting you guide him in the kiss, he had a lot to learn but he was eager to.

You swiped your tongue over his lips as he parted them and groaned as you joined your lips in a more eager kiss, your tongue trying his as his hips jerked aimlessly against you trying to get some relief, but you moved your hips away not willing to satisfy him too fast. He was used to stare at you, to long for you with his eyes and now he had to persevere in that.

You pulled back from him moving to stand up between his legs letting the duvet fall off your body, now the act taking a whole new meaning for him as you kneeled down taking off his clothing.

You pushed his cock out slowly stroking it, your cold fingers making him hiss as you pumped him slowly, your lips moved across his cock slowly sucking on it and tracing its length with your tongue.

“If you cum I will leave”

The threatening enough to make him groan, he couldn’t take his eyes off from you even if that made him only more horny.

“Fuck” he hissed as you sucked on his needy tip already spread with premium, your tongue twirling over it before taking it whole in your mouth.

Oh the strangled moan he let out.

He held over the edge of the bed like a dear of life, your bobbing head making him lose his mind, you let out soft moans and humming sound that echoed through his whole body.

“Fuck”

He repeated, more helplessly than before if possible, as he closed his eyes, he squeezed them as his thighs trembled eagerly fighting against his natural eager nature.

You pulled back as you stood up and he let out a loud groan.

“Look at you, already a mess”

You smirked as you moved to straddle him, your bare slit tracing his cock like your tongue just did before letting the tip of it inside you, then you pulled back making him cry out.

Once again, his hips jerked up helplessly.

“Please” he groaned “I need it, I need it” he begged as you held him by his jaw with your left hand as your right one guided him inside you.

You stared at him as you did, his eyes widened, his pupils blown as your warmth engulfed him and wrapped him in a dense sense of pleasure.

“Move, move”

Your leaned your head on side

“Please”

You still didn’t wince, he parted his lips not knowing what to say.

“You have been staring at me like that all that time, do you think I didn’t notice?” You whispered as he licked his lips nervously

“You used me for your little dreams didn’t you? I bet you wanked like a loser with your sketches, you were getting hard on the first day only”

He whined like a suffering cat his thighs trembling as he was bouncing on his heels lightly

“Am I wrong?”

He shook his head to you and you smirked

“I have been your fantasy, now, you’re going to be mine”

He moaned as you begun to move, your lips meeting his as he sucked onto your finger before you moved your own hand to rub your clit, he was completely out of his zone. He used to be hungry and straightforward and now he was just an idiot who didn’t know where to place his hands.

“My muse” he groaned as your moves were making him go wild, his hips jerking against yours “my muse”

He repeated it as you pushed him to lay onto his bed, your sensual bouncing over his lap making any sane man become a priest for your religion.

“Fill me Sebastian, please me”

You moaned as you rubbed over your own clit as he squeezed your thighs unable to phantom any move, to focus.

His mouth hanged open, he licked his lips and groaned, your permission making him lose control as he released inside you.

He kissed onto your lips rising to sit up, arms around your waist as he nuzzled helplessly against you.

A whole new world open in front of him.

“Do you want to paint me now?”

He nodded looking up at you, hair stuck up to his sweaty forehead as he looked so lost, pupils blown and erratic breath.

You smiled tenderly to him tracing his face with your fingertips guiding him into another kiss that he won’t forget for a lifetime.

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rumblelibrary · 3 years

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Sebastian Zöllner headcanons with soft and chubby reader...?

(Also the dirty stuff if you like, but much fluff, cause I'm sick and I need to read about the boi 😭)

First of all get well soon! And I hope this will ease a bit your sickness. <3 Putting a little space here for the mention of sex ;)

First and foremost, you will start with being irritated at him. He will break every single space that could be between the two of you, super close chatting, super close hand gesturing, showing you stuff on his phone. Since even before being a thing he would just not support any kind of distance. The excuse of being really close to explain you a painting or something is just pure randomness.

When you finally become a couple he doesn’t have to refrain anymore, the real question would be: did he ever?

He would be all over you, all the time, touchy and feely all day every day, if you have to work away form him he would be extra clingy in the evening.

Lots of squeezes on your butt, both in public spaces and not. He just can’t. You can glare at him, people can call him sexist, but the truest truth is that he just finds you so damn sexy that he can’t really stop himself. He doesn’t mind criticism but he will surely hate if you tell him that it makes you feel less.

He can be extra, but he will always respect your wishes so if it is a no, it is a no. He will whine, that’s for sure. A lot of “buuuuuut” and “babeee” and other whiny nicknames he uses only when you deny him stuff.

He loves your curves, he loves when you dress up for a fancy dinner and he can’t keep, again, his hands off from you, he will keep his arm around you and nuzzle on your side. He turns extremely jealous in those occasions, and he can begin glaring around for free.

If you ever feel insecure about your body, he will be at first very blunt because you’re saying nonsense to him, but when he notices that it really affects you he would go on his knees for you and at any length to give the smile back to your lips.

More than once he will be coming with you when you go for shopping, because for him is like better than going to a striptease show. He will be the one going back and forth with sizes and items. He is an artist at heart, he probably spots things that match with your chosen outfit before you do and has an eye for what suits you. He will be very loud if some jeans or clothing doesn’t suit you well saying at top of his lungs stuff like “Well, to make that part of you unsexy is basically a fashion crime and impossible, they should grant a prize for the idiot that designed it”.

Surely he will sneak inside your changing room trying to sneak a kiss and a touch, sure as hell you will have to stop him because he won’t on his own will.

Yes, you have been gently invited to leave more than one shop.

If you’re sick, he will work from home and just tell the journal he can’t go to the office. He will sit with you and type on his laptop as he looks at you. He will peel apples for you saying how they are full of water and sugar and will help you. He will burn something on the stove more than once, but he will really, as always, give it all.

“When you have fever your lips turn the same colour as cherry” he would say such random cute things you won’t know if to slap him or kiss him.

We all know he is doomed to live between your thighs, he wants to be there, to live there and to taste you. Full stop. He will offer himself at any time of the day and sometimes just get on his knees because he really wants it and he can’t stop himself.

He would groan how he loves it during sex, how he adores your body, your sensual curves, he will be hands all over you all the time and you will have sometimes to calm him down because he will squeeze you so hard that it gets painful. He will apologise after sex, but in the moment he is so into it, he just can’t control himself and his grabby hands.

Yes, you will get little bruises of his fingertips and he won't be able to hide the little smirk of satisfaction when he sees them.

Demands and obtains hugs, he will always hug you. More than kissing he will be always for the body feeling, he will hold you while you do mundane things and nuzzle against you.

Calling you so many nicknames that you can’t even keep up with the latest one.

If ever in your life somebody body shames you in front of him he would walk straight in the face of the stranger, it can be a man, woman, old person, it doesn’t matter, he will snap his head on their nose breaking it or seriously injuring them after a long staring competition. Completely random as him, he has no mid way to do things.

He would want you to sleep naked with him, he would wish to feel you and be close to you. He would wake you up in the middle of the night to make sure you know that he loves you.

Yes, that’s how he will tell you the first time, he probably had a nightmare and he needed to make sure you know just in case you don’t know already.

He texts you a lot if he can’t be with you, lots of emoji and dirty sexting, lots of memes and ugly selfies. He will surely ask for nudes.

When you’re far from him in a room, you can just look around only to find him staring at you with a happy foolish smile and give you a little scrunchy nose smile or lift his glass at you if he is holding one.

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The Beginning of the End [Young Sebastian Zöllner]

Word count: 2k

Warnings: terrible coping mechanism, self deprecation, depression, mention of a very pitiful sex

A/N: I impulse wrote this at 5 am, I have terrible headache and I woke up like this.

He observed as they tore it apart.

His portfolio, page by page, sketch by sketch. He came in the room feeling confident: he spent years dreaming of this moment, his high school memories filled with his ideas about everything he would do in art school: projects, seminaries to attend, he even already planned how he’d spent a year in France to better his French.

“As president of the evaluating commission, Mr Zöllner, I have to say that your creativity has really some interesting twist, we can see the emotional weight all your works bear and admire it”

Sebastian smiled and nodded quietly to the old man in front of him. The commission was made by him and two more old dinosaurs like him and two jurassic ladies.

“Although, you technique doesn’t conceive them”

There, that moment there. There’s when the world took a twist, Sebastian could feel it, like an old paper being scrimped up and bent.

“We wish we could grant a creative mind like yours a place, but our academy is meant to strengthen and provide more support to young artists that have a more…”

The paper is bent backwards, hand twisting it to his maximum capacity.

“…technical skills. I mean you have a natural good hand and you would be admitted in many schools, but we have a certain degree of standard here. Artists of caliber came out of here, thousands of application every year and yet you made it this far. But we see something is lacking in here, a degree of comprehension, something more than just a good hand”

The piece of paper broke.

The world is over.

He nibbled over his bottom lip as he found himself lost. All his life wrapped in the moment he craved for that yes.

“I am not saying that it is a lost cause, maybe taking private lessons and with a lot of time, maybe next year. You might take up art history at the university in the meanwhile and try our reading again”

But Sebastian wasn’t listening anymore, was he?

He looked at them as they shook their head, fingers pointing onto the paper, little devious smiles.

He should have known in the moment he sat in the waiting room, sons and daughters of famous artists and gallerists around him, the little nobody like him aiming too high, not even trying for the scholarship because he was sure to make it. He sketched and planned drawings all his life, he studied art history at night reading every book avidly.

Little Sebastian inside him had a dream and they were killing him with pitiful looks and excuses. They were all blabbing, each of them destroying him in his own way.

“I am sorry to say Mr Zöllner this won’t be your year in our Art Academy”

The other members of the commission piled up his portfolio and handed it back to him as he stood up. The president standing up to shake his hand but he took his papers with both hands and just turned on his heels and left.

He might have walked or crawled his way outside, he did,’t even remember taking a way out, his feet doing it for him as he found himself out on the big stairs of the entrance, waking from that trance only because the sun slapped his eyes with its bright intensity.

He blinked and squinted almost falling off the stairs as he didn’t watch his step but saved himself at last without dropping anything. As he made his way down and people witnessed his last second safe a new rush of shame came over him. Eyes burning as he was failing to keep his vision, jaw clenched almost to the breaking point.

It was a moment, as he found himself in the closest street he dropped all that amount of shit he worked so hard on, a life time on, onto the nearest bin.

He huffed and puffed in anger even putting a foot in to push it inside, again, almost falling only to end up kicking it.

He then made his way to the bus stop and sat down, legs spread and taking a lot of space for himself.

What to do now?

He just came to realise part of his life was gone.

He felt empty, an emptiness so deep he had no idea how to rip it out of himself. As he rested his back against the seat he looked up to the covered arch of the bus stop, a groan taking over his lips, a scream from the inside.

What now?

He kept telling himself.

“Young man, may I sit?”

The sarcastic remark of an old lady made his eyes slowly shift as the poison that group of professors put inside his veins was strangling him from the inside.

“Has anybody told you that standing is good for your health? Might get you back in shape”

It came out from him almost naturally with a smirk playing on his lips. The woman was shocked and actually left. He felt proud.

Yes, shut up bitch.

As the bus came he got in checking his pass at the entrance and sitting down in a spot alone against the window. It felt weird to be empty handed, to just stay and not being scribbling around.

He looked at his watch, an hour and a half to get home, it will be dark by then.

Oh, he should probably call and say he won’t share that apartment close by the academy.

Crossing his arms over his chest he closed his eyes and dozed off. He was so excited he didn’t sleep a bit the night before.

“Sorry is this the stop for…?”

This question kept be repeated once, twice, three times. When the voice came closer enough he just spat

“At the second yes you should shut up”

He didn’t even open his eyes. He was in for the kill.

Then he finally fell asleep.

When his stop arrived, he missed it, naturally.

He came down two stops later and just walked his way back when he noticed a small concert in a pub.

He got inside without thinking, searching his pockets to get a drink he realised his wallet was gone.

A loud sigh came out from him, a huffed smirk, this day was going to be the end of him.

He was already so dumped that he barely focused on it, it was just some more shit over his bigger pile of shit. Thank God he had zero cash in that wallet.

He sat by the bar and waited, he watched the people chat as the musicians played.

He observed the barman flirt around, he just waited enough for him to get distracted after putting some beers on his side and then walking to talk to some girls to sneak one and move away.

One beer wasn’t enough, but it was something.

He sipped it slowly as he scanned the room from a sit he got in the corner, maybe a shag, a shag could help him, but all the girls looked like some farm girl ready to smack his backbone while riding him. He clicked his tongue slowly toying with the glass and also with the idea.

“Sebastian?”

He looked up noticing a girl he found familiar.

“It is Random Name, we went to high school together” she said and he smiled nodding. “Sure” he said, yeah sure, look at her finding her way to chat with him “Have a seat”

The music was laud but not that laud, just like her beauty was okay but not that okay, but still. A combination of basic on her just made him cringe, he was being mean on her without reasoning.

He smirked as he realised that.

Just like those bastards of the academy.

She paid for another round of drinks, it was so easy that he would almost feel guilty.

“Was I your crush in high school or what?”

He teased but she blushed waving her hand

“Well, you were the artsy guy, you were everybody’s crush”

He blinked surprised at her, was he?

“Are you pursuing the Art Academy?”

“Nah, I have better plans” he said with confidence and a wink.

The pain was engulfing him, he was suffocating and her questions unbearable.

She was nice, maybe on another day he would have put some effort on her and treated her better, but she was kind enough for both of them.

He couldn’t tell at what point between drinking and mildly dancing he dragged her to the bathrooms, he wasn’t even sure he took the initiative. She was excited beyond mean, he started to believe that he wasted his high school days being the quiet lad in the back always sketching and reading about art.

“I always had a crush on you, you were always the kindest”

Those words hit him hard.

It was while he was buried deep inside her, holding her up against the stool, her legs hanging on his hips as she pulled his hair. In that moment where all he should have been thinking about was to gain something that he realised it.

Old Sebastian was dead, or at least that’s what he thought, that to survive that pain old art student Sebastian had to die.

He couldn’t be nice and introvert, he couldn’t do it anymore, the pain was too much, today he felt alive, to unleash his anger felt amazing.

He snapped his hips hard as she moaned his name and he realised how he couldn’t care less of her. How he was the lower among the lowest.

A loser.

He dug his face against her neck as tears threatened to escape him and he found refuge in her arms, maybe some tears did really roll down but her hair and shirt hid them for him.

The shell of himself still fucking her, while all he was able to think was that same question that hunted him from that very morning.

What now?

“I told you to not cum inside me”

She shouted as he pulled back helping her down and she slapped him.

“Look, I am sorry, I don’t have my wallet, I can’t pay for the pill or whatever”

He just blurted it out and she pushed him off walking out of the stall after adjusting her clothing.

He stood there with his pants and briefs still down to his ankles contemplating the idiot that he was. He didn’t even enjoy it.

The reasonable thing to do would have been to go after her, Apologise and maybe offer to walk her to the pharmacy open at night. At least being nice, listen to her, maybe gain back a smile.

He thought about all of that and he felt tired.

He felt so tired, why can’t anybody do the same with him?

Is that so hard?

Is that so fucking impossible to think about?

Why he always has to give in?

He pulled up his clothes and washed his hands, actually waiting for her to stop hoping he will catch up and say sorry.

When he came out the bathroom he made his way out from the pub pushing people off until he stood outside.

The cold breeze made him shiver.

He looked at some girls smoking as they chatted.

“Can I steal you one?”

One of the girls looked at him and nodded handing him a cigarette with her lighter. He lighted it up and thanked her putting the lighter into his pocket as she was too engrossed in her chat.

He walked home as he smoked quietly. He tried before but he never really got into smoking until now. As he blew some smoke out from his nose he huffed a bit but he liked it.

Maybe there was a way to be somebody else, somebody new.

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