Stuck With You

good morning to YOU from my side <3 ywwwww😓

He’s 55. How does he look like this?

My heart.

Engraved in my brain

for anon’s request: How about Lewis’ Daughter!reader like innocent and protected but Max completely makes her submit to him like actual love that she thinks Lewis is the bad guy for tryna come between their relationship? (Made it Lewis’ sister!)

Gods & Monsters ♥️

Max Verstappen x Hamilton!Reader

You got that medicine I need, fame liquor love, give it to me slowly…

As Lewis Hamilton’s younger, innocent sister, you’re desperate to prove yourself as an upcoming racer. Your family never seems to take you seriously, though, and after a fall out you end up training under Max Verstappen - your brother’s arch rival. Max promises he’ll train you to become the next world champion…as long as you do everything he asks.

Content includes: 18+ MDNI, smut, innocent virgin Hamilton! Reader, dark manipulative! Max, VERY dubcon, blindfolds, size kink, somnophilia, ayo this is DARK!! 😙

Growing up, you and your big brother Lewis were presented with two options. Either succeed, or fail to live upto the Hamilton name. Both your parents were incredibly hardworking and sacrificing - but all their attention would always go to their firstborn, the much older, bigger and better Hamilton. You were just as good as Lewis had been when starting out, spending every weekend on the track and dominating the junior karting races - but when it came time for you to progress into formula cars, your brother and father had chuckled, patting your head and saying it might be a bit too much for you, you were a lot smaller and younger than Lewis, after all. Maybe you should just stick to karting for now, or had you considered going into car design, you got pretty good grades in uni and that’s a much safer option?

You were understandably upset at the lack of opportunity to prove your last name. So you tried to sneak onto the F1 paddock, chatting up the team principals in the hope that they would recognise you from the karting podiums and recruit you into their junior teams-

But Lewis had caught on unbelievably fast, a tight smile and redirecting hand on your back as he led you out of the McLaren garage. We discussed this, baby sis Lewis said as you walked back to the Mercedes hospitality. He was never one to raise his voice but you could tell from his tone he was disappointed. You tried to argue again, saying that it wasn’t fair, you were a good driver too, but Lewis cut you off with a stern look. It’s not safe for you. The guys who race here - they aren’t like me, lil sis. You can’t trust any of them. I’m sorry, but you should stay in karting.

You’d slumped in resignation, briefly looking into the Redbull garage as you walked past - the only team you hadn’t yet gone to talk to. And home to perhaps the only driver who could understand the pressure you felt to live upto your father’s expectation - current reigning champion, Max Verstappen. Otherwise known as the bane of your family’s existence. He’d been the one to break your big brother’s winning streak, the subject of many a heated family discussion over the dinner table about how to defeat in a race. Truly, you hadn’t seen your big brother hate someone before until the day Max had crashed into him, sending him to the hospital and your heart rate into 200bpm as you prayed for his safety. Lewis had been fine, but his winning streak had not as Max went onto P1 that race.

So you had always learnt to stay far, far away from Mad Max. But last year when you’d been having a hard time on one of your karting races, and you paced back and forth during the red flag because normally you’d ask Lewis for help but he had started coming less often these days - you were interrupted by a knock on the door. You ran to open it, thinking your brother had decided to come after all - only to crane your head up to meet the handsome face of the tall Dutch Redbull driver. You’d immediately flushed, on guard just like your family had taught you to be and asking what he was doing - but he had kindly ignored your rudeness and said he happened to be here for another friend and had seen your race, did you need some advice?

You’d been so desperate to win that you had let him in, looking around to make sure no paparazzi had seen as you were sure Lewis would ban you permanently from karting if he caught a whiff of this. To your suprise, Max was so helpful and supportive, giving you excellent pointers and aggressive strategies your brother would never dare guide you towards. You’d gone onto win P1, and after the podium had excitedly gone to find Max and thank him. Of course, schat, he’d replied easily, a handsome smile on his face, making you blush. Since then Max had always been there to guide you at your races, making you win multiple competitions to celebrate together or comfort you after a loss. Your family had no idea, of course, because they would skin both you and Max alive if they ever knew about your close friendship.

But now, things were starting to reach a boiling point as your relationship with your brother became tense as he actively tried to deter your formula career. And Max - your kind, considerate friend Max - had definitely noticed this. So he casually informed you that the Redbull academy was recruiting, and personally drove you the trials the next week, and welcomed your excited hug into his broad arms afterwards as you sailed into P1 and were offered an immediate spot on the Redbull F2 team, so grateful that the older, experienced driver had taken such a genuine interest in your racing, unlike your own family.

When you tried to break the good news to your family, shit had obviously hit the fan and they demanded that you decline the position. It’s not that I’m not proud of you sis, Lewis had sighed. It’s that you cannot trust Max Verstappen, seriously - he only thinks about himself. He’ll definitely hurt you or use you to hurt me.

You had screamed and cried, saying that Max had been the only one to look out for you these last few months. You’d called the Dutchman for advice, sniffling and saying I’m sorry Maxie, they won’t let me go, I have to decline-

He’d gently interrupted and reminded you that you’re an adult, you know schat? And an incredibly talented driver. You should put yourself first for a change. You’d hesitated, because you’d never done anything without your family closely supervising you before - but where would you go, you say confused. You didn’t know anyone - you know me, Max offered. Come stay at mine while you sort things out, but don’t let it delay starting your F2 season.

You’d started crying again, telling the Dutch driver how lucky you were to have him as a friend. And that’s how you found yourself tucked into his much larger frame, on his private jet en route to Monaco, fast asleep from the emotionally charged day as he lovingly kissed your forehead. And your temporary residence at his penthouse dragged into months into an indefinite stay as he insisted it was safer for you, given the papparazzi that had gone crazy at the youngest Hamilton sibling switching sides - just for now, until it dies down. You’d gratefully accepted, becoming accustomed to his luxurious lifestyle and wanting to be in close proximity to Max. It was hard to control the thumping of your heart as you scolded yourself internally for your crush on the tall driver, who you were sure only saw you as a junior driver to guide.

Before the season started, Max had warned you that your family would interfere and try to turn you against him. You hadn’t taken it seriously, but when Lewis approached you at your first race, demanded to speak to you in person after you’d been blocking his calls for days, Max had been all to happy to get security to escort him away after you’d started becoming upset, just like he knew you would. Don’t pay any mind to him, schat. He’s probably just jealous of your success.

You’d found that hard to believe, because although your big brother had a few annoying traits, he would always be genuinely happy about your wins. But Max had planted the seed of doubt that began to crumble your inner self worth, questioning if your big bro had only been holding you back because he wanted to remain the family champion. Remaining on edge, your anxiety began damaging your racing and dropping you in the rankings. You slept fretfully, paranoid that you were going to be benched and would be forced to go home in humiliation and hear your family’s we told you so.

You let Max climb into your bed one night when he heard your muffled cries, running a soothing hand up and down your back, hungrily enjoying the view of your thick ass as your silky nightie rode up while you sobbed into his strong chest. And when you opened up about all your worries, it was only natural that he offered to be the one to train you, being the current world champion and all, right? You had lit up, so delighted that he had offered, flushed because truly you’d never met anyone so kind and giving like him.

And Max - well, he would never let an opportunity to get back at Lewis slide by. Training his precious little sister, the one he always protectively hid away from the rest of the grid? Oh, it was almost too perfect, he thought darkly. And it was an added bonus that you were so gorgeous, all dark curls, innocent doe eyes and a soft, curvy 5 foot figure under his almost 6 foot frame. But my training is intense, schat. Very strict. He made you promise that you’d do whatever he asked, no matter how you felt, because it was the only way to win - and that you couldn’t tell anyone else about his top secret training methods, especially your big brother. You’d eagerly nodded your agreement, looking up at him with starry eyes and saying Yes Maxie, of course, I trust you, thank you so much for offering, I’m so grateful!

As the weeks went by, Max proved himself to be the best mentor you could ask for. You two would train together, going on morning jogs, drinking the same protein smoothies, discussing the best overtaking techniques. All the time you two spent together made rumours fly around the paddock about the exact nature of your relationship - but Max dismissed them all with a roll of his eyes, telling you that it was so sexist of people to assume you were his girlfriend and not his junior driver. You’d agreed, althought you couldn’t help feeling disappointed that Max didn’t seem to think about you in a romantic sense at all.

Your rankings started improving, but Max had said that you needed a lot more work if you wanted to reach P1, especially given your smaller size compared to the rest of the drivers. You nodded eagerly, curious when he easily picked you up and deposited you in between his thick thighs on his sim rig, ordering you to show him your driving. You’d been doing so well until he started brushing his large hands across your soft waist and whispering naughty things in your ear about how sexy you looked, how hard it was to resist you every night while you slept right next door to him. You’d squealed, confused and asking just what he was doing - Trying to test your ability to focus, to avoid any distractions, Max replies disapprovingly as your car crashed on the screen. Clearly, you have a lot of work to do. This isn’t good enough!

Oh, you’d replied, feeling foolish for thinking anything romantic of it. Max didn’t like you like that, after all. So you two resumed the daily sessions, him torturing you for hours with caresses all over your body, squeezing your soft tits and pinching your nipples through your tight camisoles, and sliding large fingers up the skirt he’d always make you wear to tease your embarrassingly damp slit. You’d gone pink in the face when he first felt it, stuttering out apologies but he just sweetly reassured you that it wasn’t your fault, just a normal reaction - like this, he’d said, pulling your small waist back so you grinded on something very large and hard tucked into his sweats. You’d never felt something like that before, having never had a boyfriend since your family always kept you under their protective eye.

But it felt sooo good, you thought guiltily, hoping Max wouldn’t mind when you would be unable to resist grinding against him some sessions. He never seemed to care, instead progressing you to the next level by slipping his cock out of his sweats one night and letting it bounce up against your most innocent parts. You had gone wide eyed seeing it for the first time, not expecting it to look soo big and thick and angry, making your stomach twist in fear. But it was business as usual as Max angrily scolded you for becoming distracted, making you restart as he began gliding his cock along your puffy little cunny- always separated by your soaked lace panties, of course.

Once you had become a master at being laser focused, he made you develop your senses next. A good driver is always in tune with the feel, the smell, the sound of the car, he explains. You don’t question him, obediently drooping onto your thick ass in front of his spread thighs as he wraps a silk tie across your eyes. You bite your lip from the sudden disorientation, feeling nervous, but Max’s large palm comfortingly strokes your hair. At his command you poke your tongue out and hold your palms up, waiting for the first test and he almost groans out loud from your sweet gullibility. You correctly identify a bunch of different exotic tasting fruits, specific switches and buttons on the replica steering wheel - and sassy, you giggle, when you feel Max’s cat climb into your lap. He muses that he’s going to have to give you something harder to figure out cause you’re so good as this, making you blush from the praise. You curiously hear a rustle as he steps closer and then he guides your small hands to something very long and thick. You experimentally rub your hands along it, hearing Max hiss. A banana? You say dumbly after a few beats, Cucumber?

Wrong, Max says, sounding a bit breathless. Why don’t you taste it, hmm? You diligently lick the tip of it with your delicate tongue, not recognising the heady, salty taste, and begin licking more and more as you become determined to figure it out. You don’t know how many minutes have passed but you aren’t any closer to guessing it, instead saying It tastes really good, Maxie, what is it? You hear him swear, grip tightening in your hair, and then he orders you to open your mouth wide to get a proper taste, his normally deep voice even huskier than normal. You feel him trace your plush lips with his thumb, making you feel that dirty tingly feeling in between your legs again, before the mysterious warm and thick length is shoved down your throat, making you gag uncontrollably. You whine, trying to pull back and breathe, but Max’s strong hand doesn’t let up as he roughly shoves it in and out of your tight mouth.

Tears drip down your cheeks at the intensity and you’re drooling messily, but Max doesn’t seem to care one bit and you might’ve imagined it but you thought you hear the click of multiple photos being taken. Guessed what it is yet, schat? Max asks mockingly, and you whine, shaking your head. Too bad, maybe this will help you figure it out. He pushes the whole length past your lips as you feel something thick and creamy flood your mouth, giving you no option but to swallow it, licking your lips to try figure out the taste. Afterwards, Max had gently taken the blindfold off, revealing his flushed face, and wipes your tears away sweetly. Sorry I didn’t get the last answer, you say guiltily, upset that you had no clue. It’s alright, doll, Max reassured, I’m sure you’ll get it next time, yeah?

Another thing that you needed to improve was your endurance and stamina. F2 races were a lot more demanding than karting, Max pointed out, noticing how tired you would be after a race. He increased the frequency of your runs and workouts, always helping you stretch before and letting his dark gaze hungrily linger on your pliant body underneath him. You’d wear the cutest little yoga shorts and sports bras, leaving your sensitive chocolate-toned skin on display for him, and it was almost too easy to accidentally slide in between your legs or brush the swell of your breasts as he stretched you out, bending your legs right back up over your head and leaving you breathless. But it wasn’t enough for Max as you consistently scored on the podium now but never P1. So he proposed the ultimate endurance training, that all the F1 drivers did regularly - fucking.

Fu-you mean, making love?! You’d shrieked hysterically, whipping your head up as he brought it up casually when you two were watched a movie, cuddled up on the couch. He’d smirked, Sure darling, making love.

You’d looked nervous, like a deer in headlights, telling him you weren’t sure, you felt uncomfortable doing that for the first time…but Max’s stormy expression left no room for discussion. Everyone on the grid does it, all the time. Even your older brother, he said condescendingly. It’s a pretty good stress relief. Trust me, your driving will become so much faster.

You innocently eat up Max’s blatant lies, hesitantly asking if you should get a boyfriend then, that cute engineer from the Redbull garage had asked you out after all- No! Max says heatedly, glaring furiously at the thought of some other man laying their hands on what belonged to him. You look at him, confused how he expects you to- I mean, no, it’s fine schat, it’s part of your training after all, so I’ll take care of you, okay?

You flushed prettily, biting your lip and squeezing your thighs together at the thought of Max taking your virginity, as your romantic feelings had only grown the more time you spent with him. And soon enough, later that night, Max had climbed into your bed again to find you shyly waiting for him, dressed in that silky nightie he liked. Pulling it up over your hips, he moved your lace panties to the side and made you blush as he hungrily eyed your dripping innocence, just like he’d done many times while you’d been peacefully sleeping, unaware of the twisted desires your mentor had for you. He’d then stretched you out on his thick fingers, then replaced them with his even thicker cock - no condom, of course - sickly enjoying the tears streaming down your face as you sweetly moaned from pain and pleasure. Within minutes he was claiming you as his, sending you spiralling into orgasm after orgasm, screaming his name as you fell apart from overstimulation.

Max smirked at your small frame that was now passed out below him - you’d need a lot more training if this is all you could handle, he thought darkly as he gripped your petite waist, easily continuing to move you up and down his fat cock like a ragdoll. You moan blissfully in your sleep as he stretched out your virgin cunny. Maybe multiple times a day, Max decided, cause you just felt too damn good. In his bed next time, on the kitchen counter, in your driver’s room before the race and then maybe again after- and at least once in a hotel room where he neighboured Lewis. He could just imagine your wide eyes, teary from panic as you struggled to keep your moans quiet, begging him Maxie please, please not so rough as his thrusts repeatedly banged the headboard against the wall, making it clear to his rival just what kind of filthy things Max Verstappen was doing to his precious little sister.

The dirty, twisted thought makes him cum with a guttural moan, pumping you full of his generous load as he buries his face in between your pretty tits to lick and bite at them. But what Max most looked forward to was the look on Lewis’ face when you would eventually show up to the paddock one day, F2 trophy in hand and a glittering rock on your ring finger to match, beaming in anticipation of replacing the Hamilton surname with Verstappen.

And no, Max would not be inviting him to the wedding.

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A/N: ok anyways. This is a ridiculous amount of smut for me to have churned out in less than a day I need to touch some grass 🙏 as always lmk what you think and send in some more requests!

THIS IS AWESOME....

MY (very smutty) Master List

HEADCANONS (MULTI FANDOM)

Stucky x Reader 

Well Deserved Throne  

Well Deserved Throne (Sequel) 

Home 

A Hundred Years

Heaven (Stucky Royal AU) 

Haven 

I Did Something Bad - part 1

I Did Something Bad - part 2 

Bucky Barnes Fics

Questions

Safe Haven (Post Endgame Bucky)

Rescue Me (Post Endgame Bucky)

Longing

Obscure (dark! Bucky)

All My Love (Chubby! Bucky)

Heaven (stucky Royal AU)

Santa and Sunshine

Tempestuous Series (Royal AU)

Biker! Bucky

To You (Alpha! Bucky AU)

Spark (Firefighter!Bucky AU)

A Sweeter Place - Mob! Bucky 

Eye For An Eye (ceo!bucky series)

Hundred and three (birthday special) 

All Yours (professor!reader x uni student!bucky)

Predestined (mob!bucky series) 

Hostage Of Your Eyes (mob!bucky series)

Love Made Me Crazy (ceo!bucky/mob!bucky series) 

Fire On Fire (firefighter!bucky)

Another World (alien!bucky series)  

À la folie (prince!bucky hc)  

You Know Just What I Need (spoilt!brat bucky x head of security!reader)

Twilight Moments With You (ex mob!bucky x reader)

You Bring Me Home (mechanic!bucky x reader)

Power Over Me (ceo/soft dom!bucky x sub!reader series)

Capital Letters series (COMPLETED)

Capital Letters (part 1) 

Capital Letters (part 2)

Capital Letters (part 3)

Bucky Barnes - Stained Series 

Stained Part 1

Stained Part 2

Nat/ Wanda x Reader

Unconditional (Natasha x reader & Wanda x reader)

Tony Stark

Go ahead and cry, Little Girl. (Tony Stark) 

Secret Series (Stony x Reader)

Evanstan x Reader

Call An Avenger (Evanstan x Reader)  

Call An Avenger (Sequel)  

Sebastian Stan 

Convergence Of The Twain (Professor Sebastian Stan) 

As Long As You’re With Me 

De Trop

Nobody Does It Like You Do 

Ardor (Artist! Seb)

Drabble #1

Drabble #2

Drabble #3

Drabble #4

Drabble #5

Limerencia Series.

I Think He Knows (Headcanon)

Adore You (Professor! Seb HC)

You Can Be My Full Time Daddy (sugar daddy! seb HC)

Professor! Seb HC

Jealous! Seb HC 

Teacher’s Pet (professor!seb x reader)

Lover (innocent!Seb x Mob!Reader) 

Predestined (ceo!seb series) 

Daylight (ceo!reader x personal assistant!seb)

Strawberries & Cigarettes (Frank x Reader)

Afterglow (mob!seb x surrogate!reader) 

King Of My Heart (devil!seb)  

Cherries and Wine (sugar baby!seb)

Peter Parker

One and Only (Peter Parker Headcanon) (Fluff)  

Dom! Peter

Winter Soldier

Tough Love (The Winter Soldier Headcanon) (Angst)

Steve Rogers

Ocean Eyes (Steve Rogers Post Endgame Smut / Angst)

Muffin (Steve Rogers Drabble) (Fluff) 

Valentine

Secret Series (Stony x Reader)

Heaven (stucky Royal AU)

Deal With The Devil (Devil!Steve AU)

Surrender (iw!Steve x reader)

Burning Desire 

Snowstorms & Snuggles (ceo!steve)

Trouble, Trouble (drysdale twins! steve)

Mob! Seb (Back For You series) COMPLETED.

Back For You (Mob! Seb) 1

Want You Back (Mob! Seb) 2

Kill For You (Mob! Seb) 3

Run To You (Mob! Seb ) Part 4

Next To You (Part 5)

See You Again (Part 6)

By Your Side (part 7)

Home With You (part 8)

Mob! Seb with kids

Destroyer! Chris

Everything is Blue 

Haunted 

Without You

Biker! Chris x shy! reader

Mob! Seb (Sebastian Stan AU)

Revere 

Bad Reputation

Cherry 

A Sweeter Place

Afterglow 

Lover of Mine  

Crossfire series (Mob! Seb AU)

Crossfire (Mob! Bucky)

Vendetta ( Crossfire PART 2)

Rancor (Crossfire PART 3)

Mania (Crossfire PART 4)

Warning Sign (Crossfire PART 5)

Rupture (Crossfire PART 6)

Wreck (Crossfire PART 7)

Sanctuary (Crossfire PART 8)

Mafia! Bucky

Bad Guy (Mafia! Bucky)

Jake Gyllenhaal

Home (Jake Gyllenhaal)

Bath Tub

Mob! Jake

Dom! Jake hc 

Thor Odinson. 

Thunder’s Call

Bodyguard! Thor AU hc 

Shining Like A God.  

The Witcher / Geralt Of Rivia 

Golden 

Geralt of Rivia HC

Bottom! Geralt HC

Steamy argument with Geralt

Fight and make up with Geralt

Geralt of Rivia with shy/innocent! Reader

White Wolves  

Bottom!Geralt drabble

Ransom Drysdale hc 1

Ransom Drysdale x innocent! reader 

Ransom x step! sister reader 

Ransom x bratty! reader

Ransom Drysdale hc 2

Ransom finding reader’s sex toys hc

Drysdale Twins x reader 1

Drysdale Twins x reader 2

Ransom Drysdale hc 3

Drysdale Twins w/ breeding kink

soft! ransom hc

Burning Desire 

Good For You (mob!ransom)

Taste Of Your Lips (royal au series)

Trouble, Trouble (drysdale twins)

Bathroom sex with Loki

Andy Barber (from Defending Jacob)

Love in the Dark (CEO! AU)

Pubs & Pillow Talks 

Burning Desire 

The same damn hunger (bartender!reader x andy barber)

Delicate

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That, and more coming soon loves! 

My eyes only

SUMMARY: One might think that after reaching the pinnacle of motorsport, there's not much to be jealous of. After all, don't you have the world in the palm of your hand? It turns out that even the best drivers can get a little jealous when it comes to the woman they love.

Max Verstappen

Lando Norris

Carlos Sainz

Lewis Hamilton

Oscar Piastri

Charles Leclerc

George Russell

Happy Accidents

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Summary: You and your secret boyfriend, Sebastian were stuck inside during quarantine. It wasn’t until you decide to go live on Instagram when he accidentally reveals something he shouldn’t have.

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Sebastian being a dork, just pure fluff

Masterlist

“How’s everybody doing?” you asked as you stared at your phone. You grinned, watching the views increase and the comments come through. You were currently sitting on your bed and live on Instagram. After being trapped inside the house for almost two months, you’ve run out of things to do. You tried learning the guitar, studying new recipes to cook, making out with your secret celebrity boyfriend, and pretty much anything else to appease your boredom.

You were quarantining with your boyfriend of 6 months, Sebastian Stan, one of your co-stars from the Marvel franchise. The two of you agreed to keep the relationship away from the public eye for now, but a lot of fans have already been speculating that there was something going on between you and Sebastian.

The fans started noticing the chemistry between the two of you when you were doing press for Civil War, but you were still just crushing on each other that time. However things escalated when you were spotted together out on a date in New York, but you and Sebastian never really confirmed it. Whenever Sebastian was asked about the status of your relationship, he would cover it up and start talking about how the two of you were just very close. Whenever you were asked about it, you would claim that you were just good friends.

“What have you been doing during quarantine?”

“Mainly just trying out new hobbies,” you started, “I tried to learn new things to cook, but that didn’t really work out.”

“Who are you quarantining with?”

“I’m with a really good friend,” you didn’t want to lie to them, but it was a mutual decision for both you and Sebastian to keep your relationship a secret for now.

You laughed as you saw a few comments come through and tried to play it off as if you hadn’t read them.

“Is ‘a really good friend’ Seb’s new nickname?”

“omg imagine if she was quarantining with Seb”

“isn’t that seb’s background in one of his videos?”

You shrugged them off and continued to answer other questions.

A few minutes later, Sebastian came barging into your shared bedroom. “Hey, babe, what do you want for dinner?” he asked, unaware that thousands of people could hear him. You sat there and stared at him with wide eyes, not knowing what to say. Sebastian stared back, eyebrows furrowed and confused at your behavior.

“What?” he asked again. Both of you were silent for a few seconds until you finally managed to utter, “I’m doing a live.”

“OMG WAS THAT SEBASTIAN”

“WAIT IS SHE ACTUALLY QUARANTINING WITH SEB”

“HE CALLED HER BABE I’M SCREAMING”

“THAT WAS DEFINITELY SEB”

“Y’ALL I’M ABOUT TO FLIP”

Sebastian’s eyes widened as he froze in his spot, muttering a soft “oh”. Your eyes scanned over the comments that were flooding in and let out a laugh. Seb sheepishly rubbed the back of his head, cringing at himself. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”

You waved it off and offered him a reassuring smile. “It’s alright,” you chuckled, “the cat’s out of the bag now so there’s really no point in denying it anymore.” You motioned for him to come over to where you were seated and he obliged.

Gently sitting beside you on the bed, he slowly entered the frame making the fans go wild.

“YOOOO IT’S CONFIRMED”

“AAAAA MY SHIP”

“*AGGRESSIVE CUTE NOISES*”

“MY HEART CAN’T TAKE THIS DURING QUARANTINE”

“Hi, guys!” Seb chirped. “Hope you’re all doing well,” He squinted his eyes and pointed towards the screen, “What with all the hearts?”

“It’s how many people liked the live, you old man.” you explained, holding back your laughter at his cluelessness when it comes to social media. “Well, while you’re here, let’s answer a few questions.”

“WHAT ARE YOU UP TO”

“Just really trying to stay productive,” Seb answered to which you protested, “That’s a lie, I mostly do the work in the house.” Seb let out an offended gasp, “I let you quarantine with me in my house and this is how you treat me?”

You bursted in a fit of giggles as his fingers crawled up to your sides, tickling your waist. You slapped his hands away and turned back to your phone.

“LOOK AT THEM THEY’RE ADORABLE”

“I’M DYING THIS IS TOO CUTE”

“What’s gonna happen to TFATWS?”

“Good question,” you said, pointing to the comment so Seb could see. “Yeah, production’s on hold, but we’ll get back to it as soon as this whole thing blows over.”

“HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TOGETHER?”

“Are we together?” Seb teased, turning to face you. You rolled your eyes and stuck your tongue out. He chuckled before putting an arm around you and placing a kiss on your temple. “Six months in and I haven’t messed anything up—“

“Yet,” you mumbled, causing him to playfully push your head out of the frame. “She loves me, guys, trust me.” he smirked.

And that was how you revealed your relationship to the public. Ever since that live, Seb became a regular to your Instagram escapades where you both would just sit around and answer questions that the fans would throw at you.

“Is (Y/N) a great roommate”

“No, she’s the worst. She thinks it’s okay for her to strut around my house looking that cute and not expect me to be all over her,” Sebastian ranted, instantly making you turn red.

Other times you’d just set your phone down on the table as you and Seb ate.

“Well, what do you think?” Seb asked as he watched you take a bite of his newest food creation. Your face twisted into what only looked like a mixture of disgust, shock, and pure terror.

“It’s good, baby,” you managed to say through your pursed lips, “really good.”

“LMAO SHE’S TOTALLY LYING”

And sometimes you just let the fans see what you and Seb do in your day-to-day quarantine lives.

“Baby, could you pass me the sugar,” you requested, holding your hand out towards Sebastian. You were currently trying to bake a batch of brownies in front of a few thousands fans for your live.

Your head snapped towards his direction when you felt his hand on top of yours. “That isn’t sugar,” you pointed out. “No, but I’m just as sweet.” he claimed, letting out a laugh as you lightly smacked him on his shoulder.

“THEY’RE SO CUTE TOGETHER IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY”

“Find me someone who looks at me how Seb looks at (Y/N)”

“I have a bf and this made me feel so single”

It wasn’t exactly how you imagined it would go down, but you were more than happy about how things turned out and you couldn’t ask for a better quarantine buddy.

A/N: I know I said I was working on a Peter one, but this suddenly sprung up and I had to do it. I hope you enjoyed!

Feel free to send requests! ❤️

Funny how all these voting machine “glitches” always benefit republicans….

my roman empire is alex albon forcing max to draw a dick and max thinking it was a real track

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