Panic Attack

Panic Attack

Summary: Your best friends hadn't noticed your anxiety all day, but what happens when your enemies do?

Platonic!Marauders x reader, platonic!Lucius Malfoy x reader, platonic!Evan Rosier x reader, platonic!Rabastan Lestrange x reader

Implied Gryffindor!reader

Warnings: Anxiety, panic attack, angst, please let me know if I missed anything

Themes: Fluff, some angst 

Disclaimer: I do not know if it is cannon that Lucius, Evan and Rabastan went to school with the marauders but I am using it in this fic. If you do not like Slytherins please do not read this fic.

Sorry it's short.

You had been on the edge of a panic attack all day. You weren't sure what happened but from the moment you woke up anxiety followed you like a dark cloud. Your friends had failed to notice but you didn't want to bother them.

You were in your last class of the day, Gryffindors and Slytherins. The inevitable panic attack was getting closer, fear rising in your chest making it hard to breathe. Your leg was bouncing under your desk and your hands were shaking and fiddling on your desk. But the friends that were surrounding you failed to notice anything was wrong.

But your laboured breathing and panicked eyes seemed to have caught the attention of a blonde haired boy and his friends. Lucius Malfoy caught your eye before nudging his friends. Evan Rosier and Rabastan Lestrange both looked over to you, sensing your panic from across the room.

This worried you more, afraid that they would call it out or bully you when the class ended. You glanced at James on your right, but like usual he was oblivious to everything around him other than Lily Evans who was in the seat in front of him. You then glanced at Remus to your left but he was too focused on taking notes and making Sirius pay attention to notice the desperate glance.You could feel the anxiety rise up your chest and wrap around your lungs and neck. Your breathing became quicker and tears threatened to fall down your face.

After what felt like an eternity, Professor Flitwick called class to an end and you grabbed your book bag and rushed out of class, not waiting for your friends or for any extra work to do over the weekend. You were so focused on breathing and not crying until you got to an empty bathroom that you didn't hear the quick footsteps behind you.

 A gentle hand grabbed your arm and pulled you sideways into the Prefects bathroom. You let out a small yelp of surprise. Warm, strong arms wrapped around you and you didn't have the energy to check who it was. The panic attack finally took over you. Your whole body was shaking and tears were running down your face. Muted voices whispered sweet comforts in your ear, hands rubbing your back and arms.

Once the panic started to die down, the voices became more clear.

"Shhh, it's alright, we've got you," Evan Rosier's voice came through first.

"Just breathe, it will stop soon," Lucius Malfoy's voice next.

"Easy, you're alright," Rabastan Lestrange's last.

Realising you were being comforted and held by three Slytherins you panicked again, pushing yourself out of the warm arms that turned out to be Lucius'.

"Easy now," Rabastan said.

"Are you alright?" Lucius asked.

"What- what are you doing?" You asked, head still foggy and chest still tight.

"You had a panic attack you needed someone to help calm you down," Evan explained, voice gentle and worried.

Why would Slytherins be worried about a simple Gryffindor? Someone who was friends with the boys that pranked them endlessly?

The confusion shone out on your face and all three of them took notice.

"Just because you're a Gryffindor doesn't mean we can't help you," Lucius assured.

You only just took notice of your hands still shaking.

"Can we help?" Evan checked.

Anxiety covering any thoughts or worry you nodded. Warm arms embraced you again. The scent of cologne, pine trees and musk welcomed you as the three boys continued to whisper sweet comforts in your ear.

After you had calmed down, the boys asked if you wanted to go back to your friends, to which you shook your head, not ready to face them again just yet. So they took you to the Slytherin common room. 

Despite your worry they told you everything would be fine, and to your surprise they were right. As much as you had been coaxed to think Slytherins were mean and heartless, they all welcomed you with open arms and the three boys stayed by your side the whole time. While some Slytherins were bitter a Gryffindor was in their common room, they never outright bullied you or made fun of you and a lot gave you tips for anxiety and helped you calm down with horrible jokes and bad impressions. 

I, yet again, need help finding a fic.

It’s a marauders fic and I read it a while ago.

It’s poly!marauders x reader where r gets so overstimulated she uses her safe word and vomits because of the overstimulation.

Gauging interest for another fic/imagine exchange, this time for Valentine's Day. Please note that I am referring to "x reader" style writing for this exchange, as that is what I do.

If interested, please reblog or reply letting me know to add you to the tag list when the signups go live; likes tell me nothing.

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Could you possibly write about y/n calling Sebastian 'Daddy' for the first time and his reaction.

*clears throat*

OKAY

I'm thinking it'll be after a heated argument, which you took too far. And now you're trying to win back your grumpy boyfriend.

You follow him around the house, apologizing incessantly.

"Sebbyyyy, I'm so sorry. I know I overreacted, I trust you completely and I know you'd never cheat on me, just-"

He'd give you a glare which spoke volumes. And it'd shut you up.

But not for long

When he'd walk out of a room, you'd follow his footsteps like a lost puppy.

You knew he usually wouldn't be able to resist you for long. But today was a bit much.

He had managed to completely ignore you for almost 3 whole hours now.

And you were upset, and very, very ashamed of your behavior. And the silent treatment was killing you.

You walked lazily over to where Sebastian was; in his study, sat on a couch and going through a script.

You plopped down on the couch next to him.

You were wearing one of his hoodies, and he usually would not stop telling you how much they suited you better than they did him but today, he wouldn't even spare you a glance.

"Seb?"

Nothing.

"Sebby" you whined like a spoilt child.

Still nothing.

"Daddy come on! I said I was sorry" you whined again tugging on the sleeve of his shirt.

And the words which left your mouth shocked both him and you.

But especially him

He raised an eyebrow at you, finally looking up from the script in his hands.

"What did you call me?" there was an unfamiliar tone lacing his words. Almost playful but stern at the same time.

He sounded like he was mocking you, and seemed to like every second of it.

"I- uh... Nothing. Are you done being mad at me now?" you asked, worried that he might think you were being too childish.

The stern look didn't leave his face as he pulled you onto his lap quite harshly.

"No. Not quite. Now answer me, what did you call me just now?" you had never heard him use this voice before.

He stared deep into your eyes as though daring you to defy him again.

You didn't answer him. You were too shy to repeat it again.

"Alright then, have it your way" he spoke and manhandled your body in such a way that he had you lay over his lap, with your ass in the air.

He moved the hoodie, exposing your butt and he very briefly caressed your skin before you felt him smack your ass cheek.

Hard.

You cried out. Not out of pain, but surprise.

A twisted part of you liked it, but you would never tell him that.

"I'm gonna ask you again, baby. What did you call me?" he sounded so dangerous but so hot...

Smack!

You simply whined again instead of replying.

Smack!

This time it hurt. And you finally spoke up.

"Daddy! I called you daddy. I'm sorry, Seb. I just-"

He cut you off by pulling you up and settling you on his lap; making you straddle his thighs.

He didn't seem to mind it one bit, in fact, he seemed rather intrigued.

"You've been bad today, baby. Daddy's upset that you'd even dare to think that he'll ever cheat on you" he spoke, while his hand caressed your red butt.

Something about how Seb referred to himself as "daddy" turned you on immensely.

You looked at him with curiosity; eager to find out where he'd take this.

He was much more dominant in bed that night. He had you begging, pleading him just to let you come

He liked how you surrendered completely.

He bloody loved it.

Many things changed after that day.

He wasn't weirded out by it or anything, in fact, he quite liked it.

He liked being your big, strong man who could care for you like no one else ever could.

Seb was quite a gentle lover, yet the moment you'd call him 'daddy', he'd switch immediately.

It could be anywhere; at home while you would be lounging around.

Or during sex

Or while on the phone when he was away.

He'd go into "daddy mode" whenever you'd like him to.

Or, whenever you were acting up and being a brat.

He'd use his hand to pin you down on the bed or against the wall.

"Why do I even put up with you, huh? Why are you being so fucking difficult today, baby?" he'd ask on days when you were being too bratty.

Then you'd smirk and tell him that all you wanted was his attention.

"Yeah? Well then, work for it"

He'd point to the ground, in between his legs where he'd want you to kneel and take his cock into your mouth and show him that you even deserved his full attention.

Seb would be the best daddy to you.

He'd know when to push your limits and when not to.

He'd know when he could edge you for hours.

And when he could fuck you to sleep.

On days when you were particularly good, he'd even let you sleep with his cock buried deep in you

"You've been a good girl today, baby. You get to keep daddy's cock warm all night. You'd like that?"

And you'd nod a bit too quickly.

Then the following morning you'd wake up feeling tingly because daddy would be slow fucking you until you woke up.

Daddy Seb had a way of making you feel filthy and special at the same time...

He'd look you dead in the eyes, with his hand wrapped around your throat, while he made you come over and over around his cock

He took immense pleasure in making you cum for him multiple times in one night.

He would flick his tongue over your clit until you were shaking under him.

He'd always have to touch you when he was in the mood.

Dirty talk with daddy Seb? YES

"You like being on your knees and showing daddy how much you deserve to be fucked all night long, don't you baby?"

"Here, suck on daddy's fingers while he eats you out, yeah? That'll keep you quiet"

"Look at you, always so fucking ready for my cock"

"Your body is fucking shaking, baby. Is it because of me?"

"Did you ask for permission before you cum?"

"Swallow it all, baby. Show me you're daddy's good girl"

Sure, you didn't need him to be in "Daddy mode" all the time.

But on some days, he needed it more than you did

You could tell when he needed to let off some steam. And you were more than happy to be his little girl whenever he needed you to.

OMG could you imagine him switching from Sebby to Daddy in the middle of a heated discussion?? Because i CAN?

You'd be telling him off for being too jealous or possessive for whatever reason

And he'd suddenly give you this very stern look

"...you need to get your shit under-"

He'd cut you off by gripping your jaw in his strong hand and forcing you to shut up and look up at him.

"I fucking dare you to complete that sentence, babygirl"

And you'd immediately forget what the fuck you were saying in the first place.

Spanks... When you were naughty. Or nice.

He didn't care, he simply liked seeing his handprint on your butt.

He'd grab your butt, and pinch it all while giving you a gentle kiss on your forehead.

Ohh, aftercare with Daddy Seb?

He'd be the most gentle boyfriend after an intense play time

He'd run you a bath and would carry you to the tub and back to bed if you were too tired to walk

He'd kiss every inch of your body

And rub lotion on your sore skin

He'd tell you how good you had been and just how much he loves you

"I'm sorry baby, was it too much? Was I-"

Then you'd cut him off

"Shh, no. Hey, you were perfect. Thank you, I love you."

A/N: I'm sorry Anon, you were saying...

Can you ease do a hc where sebastian calls you a good girl for the first time (kind of in like an innocent or joking way) and finds out you have a praise kink?? 🙈 thank you!

Oh dear...

But imagine you and him are playfully arguing over something

And it's been going on for a while so you decide to just let him win

You roll your eyes at him, "Fine. Okay, I lose. You win."

He laughs and leans in to give you an innocent kiss on your cheek. "Good girl."

And immediately, a pleasant tingle danced down your spine, making you clench your thighs together

You get over it in a few seconds, but Seb knows your body too well. And he caught the way you shivered at the praise

Just so he wouldn't embarrass you, he didn't say anything right away. He waited a day or two, then brought it up in bed

Naked under the covers, his damp body pressed against yours as he pounded into you from behind

His hand wrapped around your throat and he squeezed just a little, "Come on, be my good girl and cum for me."

He didn't miss the way you moaned and clenched around him hard the moment he called you his good girl

He chuckled in your ear, making a mental note of that.

I bet once he finds out you have a praise kink, he would be totally shameless

Especially in public, imagine you and him in an elevator and Seb decides to mess with you. He doesn't think twice before slipping his hand under your dress

You gasp and whimper as quietly as you can while he pushes your underwear aside and pushes his two fingers inside of you

He smirks when he feels how wet he made you. "Is my baby's pretty little cunt wet for me already?"

And he'd watched you squirm and try your hardest to hold back from moaning

You would melt anytime he called you his 'good girl.'

Especially when he growled it in your ear while spreading your legs apart and fucking you harder and deeper.

Or when he mumbled it, in a daze, against your lips while you rode his cock, "Such a good girl... riding my cock like you were made for it."

Can you imagine him calling you his good girl and asking you to kneel in front of him and show him just how good you've been all day? eye-

"Come here baby, show me how good you've been today"

"Have you been a good girl? Or do you need to be punished?"

"You look so beautiful on your knees, baby."

"Fuck..." he'd moan, "You feel so good."

Or imagine him tell you how good you taste while he's eating you out like there's no tomorrow.

"Such a sweet girl."

"Now be good, and be quiet for me"

Imagine him pressing his palm against your mouth, shutting you up while he speeds up into you and leans in to tell you just how good you feel

"Fuck... Babygirl, you feel incredible."

Headcannon for professor!seb? Maybe hes always had a crush on shy!reader and one day he sees another student flirting with her in class and he becomes really pissed off and shitty attitude during the lecture, maybe snaps at reader by accident? Would love this to be smutty xx

OOF

Ooh but think about it tho?

Seb as a uni professor; English Lit maybe

And you're one of his favorite students - not just because you are bright, but because he has a crush on you

And tries to make it go away but it just won't

And over time, he'd grown quite protective of you;

Always making sure to send you notes that you missed

Always making sure you sit in front of him

Always being lenient when marking your papers

And often he'd tell you what to prepare on for the 'surprise' tests

Maybe one time he catches you talking in hushed voices with one of the boys

Maybe he hates the sight of you getting cozy with someone else

But what can he do? He's just your professor

But then he sees the good for nothing boy making you laugh

And he sort of just snaps

"Miss Y/N! Pay attention, we're not here to joke around!"

Maybe he yells louder and with a meaner tone than he expected

Maybe he regrets it the moment he catches you flinching at his tone

But God does he make up for it afterwards

You're trying to rush outside once your class is over because you're embarrassed, but he calls out your name

"Miss Y/N, i would like to have a word."

You sheepishly make your way to his desk

And he can't help the tingly feeling when you approach him

Maybe he steps a little closer to you once all the students are gone

He grabs your chin and gets you to look at him

"I'm sorry about earlier." he apologizes, looking down at you softly with his deep blue eyes

Maybe you don't have time to process anything before he gently presses his lips to yours

You're in shock for a few seconds, but then you drop your binders and wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him back while your face is on fire from blushing too hard

"I don't like it when other people flirt with my girl." he whispers against your lips at some point.

"Your girl?" you'd ask, shamelessly pressing your body to his

He'd smile and lean in for a kiss again

"Mine."

Maybe he'd be eager and he'd take you right there and then

Right on top of his desk; pushing into you and touching you in all the right places

"You're okay with this, doll?" he asked, gripping your hips as ge placed you on his desk

You'd smile and give him your consent

And that would drive him crazy; his favorite, shy little girl just giving herself to him like that

It'd make him only want you more

Perhaps he'd be gentle, caressing your body and kissing you feverishly while he lifts up your skirt, removes your underwear and pushes inside you

Maybe he'd keep his lips pressed against yours to keep you from making any noise

Lots of praises

"You feel better than I imagined, babygirl"

"Oh you're so good to me, aren't you?"

Maybe he'd fuck you slowly, making good use of this stolen moment

"Such a good girl, taking me so perfectly"

Or maybe he'd be mean and wild and dirty

Maybe he'd be rough because he has waited for this for so long

And now he finally has you all to himself

Maybe he'd grip your jaw and tug on your lips while he pounds into you

Choking

Biting your skin

Maybe he'd be the type to spit in your mouth and push his fingers past your lips right after

Or maybe he'd rather have you bent over his desk

Maybe he'd tug on your hair and make you cum hard and fast

Maybe he'd press the palm of his hand against your mouth to keep you quiet

"Be quiet baby, we don't wanna get caught now, do we?"

a/n: *waves awkwardly* hey, um, I'm back from my break.