Sebastian Pressure X Reader Novels & Stories

Eli pressed. He pressed the button. The sound that started in Sebastian's throat this time was considerably harder to contain and he pressed his lips together so hard they went bloodless and gripped the rope behind him with everything he had and stared at the ceiling and breathed and breathed and breathed. Eli set the book down. He stood up slowly. He crossed the room and crouched in front of Sebastian and looked up at his face. "You are doing so well." He pressed quietly. His eyes completely steady. "So well Sebastian."

he replied and I heard the door open I turned to face a frustrated Xavier his hair messy most likely from being under the snow cap. "You must be Xavier," Sebastian said standing up outstretching his hand. "I'm Sebastian," he added and Xavier shook his hand confidence radiating off him. He was intimidating even more so when he wanted to be and I knew Sebastian felt the power, control and confidence radiating off him. "Xavier Persons," he said giving him a small smile before pulling away sitting beside me.

Killian enquiries, taking Sebastian's other arm over his shoulder and guiding him towards the nurse's office. "I'm….. Ahhh." Sebastian screams in pain when he feels immense pressure on his leg. Why is it hurting so bad? It didn't look that bad before. Killian shakes his head in displeasure before telling Nick to leave Sebastian's arm. Sebastian looks at him in confusion but then he turns the deepest shade of red when Killian picks him up bridal style. "Put me down, Price! What are you doing? Everyone is watching." Sebastian protests, trying not to look at anyone, being too afraid to catch their judgemental stares.

It was like a game layered on top of another game, and I was playing by rules I didn’t know fully, but hated on instinct. The practice concluded peacefully. No confrontation. No challenge to the limit of open fire. It was almost worse for that. Asher came over, sweat dampening his hair. “Are you ready to go?” “Yes,” I said, getting to my feet. Sebastian prevented us from reaching the exit. “Good control,” he observed lightly. “A lot of people break under these sorts of pressures.” Asher stilled, standing tall. “The majority of people doesn’t exert pressure for fun.”

They pressured him to explain why that had happened. Sebastian didn’t believe that no woman was involved. Because he had experienced the same thing. There was a woman he really liked, though he never named her. Sebastian relayed the story of his uncooperative little piece of shit. Just like Jax, he couldn’t get hard either. Jax put his phone down and didn’t continue the call. No, he wouldn’t go through another embarrassing incident again. Jax's thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock. He cleared his throat and adjusted his posture. He continued scanning the files that needed his review and signature.

Rosalie was silent for a long time. “Sebastian, so much has happened between us, but please believe that everything will work out. I’ve been by your side all this time. Can you not…pressure me?” Seeing the redness in Rosalie’s eyes, Sebastian lowered his gaze, thought for a moment, then took her arm. “Rose, I never wanted to pressure you. I was just confused, and now that you’ve told me, I feel…” “Are you angry?” Rosalie asked. “If you’re angry, just tell me.”

Sebastian was dangerously close now, the clean scent of shower gel mixed with the faint smell of gunpowder that still seemed to cling to his skin, pure testosterone ready to explode. “Does the bruise hurt?” She asked, just to change the focus of the conversation. He tilted his face a little closer, as if he were about to discover what her body would do if he took a step forward and crossed the line. His gray eyes held her — intense, dark, burning. “No.”

“What do you know about intimidation, Kierra? You look like a lost puppy.” He reached over, fixed a strand of my hair, and pinched my cheek lightly—almost mockingly. “I had my men do the real work,” he said. “The only way to bring Davide down is to find proof of the abuse. We need access to the brothel. We need to see what’s happening behind the stage.” That’s the thing about Sebastian. He’s ruthless, yes, but he’s also brilliant. When the world feels like it’s spinning too fast, he slows it down. He gives me direction when my thoughts spiral.

The pressure behind my closed eyes began to grow, the wetness in them threatening to spill over as I tried to convince myself to open them and look for him. "What's wrong?" Sebastian's strong voice sent a shiver up my spine, removing all traces of the sadness I felt and replacing it with excitement as I turned over. He was standing by the bed, his chest bare and muscles tight with anticipation. His shoulders rippled when he leaned over the bed and it only excited me more. He's killed for me. It became increasingly warm in the room as the thought of his shoulders literally ripping someone apart for us played in my head. "You weren't here," my brain finally caught up with his question.

He doubted if druids were forgiving but he still had to show courtesy. Sebastian sighed in frustration, he was sure that minutes had passed. The druid stayed there like a statue doing nothing, literally absolutely nothing! "Why are you here?" The moment he says this he falls to his knees. Sebastian feels a strong pressure pressing him down, it felt like gravity had ganged up on him with all it's power. "Please...stop", he says. But the pressure only doubles on him forcing him further down. "Who are you?" "What?" Who am I?