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ioniiaa · 1 month
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My Darling, My Honey
Alastor X Fem!Reader (Part 10)
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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 |
Part 10:
Your head felt like it was splitting, you could feel your brain pounding against the outside of your skull.
"Ah shit... everything fucking hurts...." you can barely whisper out loud due to your dried-up throat.
You clear your throat and open your eyes, to your surprise, you weren't left for dead on the street.
Instead, you see two girls hovering over you. One held your hand clasped in theirs, and the other had a spear pointed at your throat.
"Oh my gosh, you're awake! Finally!" The girl holding your hand said, leaning closer to your face. The girl with the spear and an 'X' over one of her eyes squinted at you and nudged the blonde girl back with her spear, "Who are you, and why shouldn't I kill you?"
You try to sit up, but the spear gets shoved closer to your throat before you can move. You sigh, "My name is (y/n). I don't want to hurt anyone. I just... I need help..."
Your answer earns a glare from the girl with the spear, but the blonde girl just nudges her with her elbow, "See, Vaggie? I told you!"
The blonde takes both of your hands in hers, "Hi (y/n), I'm Charlie! Charlie Morningstar and you're at the Hazbin Hotel! We aim to help rehabilitate sinners and offer them a chance at redemption to go to Heaven!"
The girl you now know whose name is Vaggie glares at you, "Are you even interested in redemption?"
You look at both of the girls, "I... I don't know. I'm not so sure but... I don't have anywhere to go and I need help finding someone.." You trail off as you start getting teary-eyed thinking about your love, Alastor.
Seeing you near tears clearly startled Chalie and Vaggie, it wasn't a response they were used to when asking sinners to stay at the hotel.
Vaggie set down the spear, deciding that you clearly weren't a threat. She could see the look in your eyes, one she knew very well- love. Meanwhile, Charlie is sniffling and getting teary-eyed right along with you, "Oh my gosh, we will do everything we can to help you find that person! Who are they, how can we help?"
You look up at the ceiling and then look at Charlie with a weak smile, "The love of my life... I miss him so dearly... I know he has to be here in Hell too." You chuckle lovingly, knowing he'd forgive you if he ever found out you said that out loud.
The floodgates were blown wide open and Charlie started sobbing and wailing, "Vaggieeeee, VAAAGGIEEEEEEE, th-they! They're looking for their LOOOOVEEEEEEEE. IT'S SO BEAUTIFULLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!"
Vaggie walked over to Charlie and scooped her up, giving you a gentle smile, "Hey... (y/n), sorry about threatening you earlier... I gotta take Miss Princess and calm her down, and then inform the other residents of a new arrival. But if you need anything, just give us a holler, okay? You're still healing so... take it easy."
You nod as a smile tugs at the corners of your lips, "It's okay... No offense taken... Thank you Vaggie, and thank you Charlie, for agreeing to help me.."
All you hear as Charlie is carried away is the sounds of wailing and crying muffled sounds over the words, "SHE'S HERE FOR LOVE... WAAAHHHHHH, IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL VAGGIEEE!!!!"
You try to sit up again, this time, no spear to bar you from trying to move this time. Your body groans in protest, though it doesn't hurt nearly as much as before, but as you assess the condition of your body, you notice you have bandages all over you. They must have been treating you while you were unconscious.
"Such sweet girls... they didn't even know me, yet they saved my life.... I need to remember to thank them again later.."
Very slowly, you swing your legs over the side of the bed and with a bit of effort, bring yourself to your feet. Hands holding yourself against the wall, you make your way over to what you assumed would become your bathroom during your stay here.
Your hands grip the sink as you look in the mirror when a small doubt enters your brain. You didn't look completely the same as you did when you were alive, which meant you had no idea if Alastor was even going to recognize you. Perhaps he even forgot about you... since it's been so many decades since you've been in Hell. Hell, you weren't sure you were even going to be able to recognize him...
"Enough of this... I'm sure he'll remember me.. he has to..." you whisper to yourself in the mirror as a crooked but tear-stained smile graces your hell-altered face.
After washing up your reddened face from all the tears, you made your way back to your bed. A deep sigh left your body as you plopped down gently on the bed.
Though you can't help but feel restless, as you sit there, just thoughts consuming your head.
In as bad of a shape as you might be, walking around even just a little bit helped you regain a little bit of strength, so you decided to make yourself decent after you had discovered that there was a change of clean clothes for you in dresser in the corner of the room.
Looking at yourself in the full body mirror on the back of the bathroom door, you smiled because it felt good to not look like a hot garbage fire- even though you could still see most of the bandages, at least you weren't all tattered and visibly bloody anymore!
Another deep sigh left your lips yet again, though this one was filled with determination. You turn the handle on the door and exit your room.
In your head, you thanked whoever built this hotel because you were so thankful that there were railings or some type of furnishing to hold onto whenever you felt yourself getting wobbly.
You didn't know where Charlie or Vaggie, or where any of the staff or other residents could be, hell, you didn't even know where the lobby was!
But on that last note, as you wandered around and regained some strength in your legs, you started to have an idea of where the lobby was located because you started to see more light and heard some voices talking.
Might as well go introduce yourself, right? No time better than the present to start making introductions, even if you still felt a little bit like shit still. You felt even shittier just laying around, you felt like if you weren't on the go constantly- you'd never make any headway on finding Alastor.
So there you were, slowly descending the stairs to the lobby when you heard Charlie call out your name, " (y/n)! Oh my gosh, you shouldn't even be up right now! Are you feeling okay??"
A weak smile creeps up on your face as you start to feel embarrassed that Charlie is fawning all over you in front of what seems to be her friends.
You chuckle, "Yeah, haha, just feeling kinda restless and thought i'd introduce myself is all!"
Charlie gently takes your hand and pulls you over to the rest of the group that had been chatting while seated on various sofas and armchairs that were centered around a coffee table- no TV's in sight, just a single radio perched on top of the mantle in this living room/lobby hybrid space.
"Guys! I am honored to introduce you to the newest guest to the Hazbin Hotel, this is (y/n)!!"
"Nice to meet cha, the name's Husk, the bartender."
"Hey there toots, bet ya look mighty fine underneath those bandages. Better not give me a run for my money as most gorgeous resident! Oh yeah, the name's Angel Dust, by the way."
"Hi, i'm Nifty! Nice to- BLEGH, you're a woman! Ew!" Nifty said before cackling as she scuttled away to stab some bugs nearby.
"Well, you already know me and Charlie," Vaggie said as she patted you on the shoulder gently.
"It looks like the only one who isn't here is Alastor. Shouldn't he be back soon?" Charlie said as she pulled out her phone to check the time.
To her, that seemed like such a mundane and normal sentence. But to you, it felt like time stopped and you froze upon hearing his name.
Alastor.
Alastor... here?
-> Part 11
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celeryb1tch · 11 days
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spencer reid x student!reader
18+! this post contains nsfw content
when spencer gets home from work he finds that you haven’t finished your essay, so he tries to ease your mind.
content: lots of pet names, fem!reader, you’re getting an arts degree lol, age gap but not too intense since this is early-ish seasons spencer, slight degradation at the end, reader orgasm, oral and fingering (r! receives), overstim, forced orgasm.
(i’m literally gay but i’ve been so delusional and in love with this fictional man lately i had to write something to get it out of my system!!!)
when your boyfriend came home from work, tie loose and satchel abandoned on the kitchen counter, you felt a wave of embarrassment flush you. you were still working on the same essay you had been last night; the one spencer made you promise you’d finish today.
“how is my pretty girl?” he asked, laying back beside you on the couch. when he leaned over to kiss you chastely, your stomach churned and you shut your laptop quickly.
you could feel hot tears start to pool in your eyes, biting back the sob you so desperately needed to get out. spencer took one look at your face and sighed, wrapping an arm around you.
“oh, baby. you didn’t finish it?”
“i tried!” you protested, your eyes squeezed shut to avoid seeing his disappointed face. “please don’t be mad at me.”
spencer’s gentle hand cupped your cheek, running his thumb across it lightly. “look at me, angel. i’m not mad.”
the floodgates opened when you finally dared to look at him, seeing his mouth pressed in a flattened line. tears streaked your face and it only added to the embarrassment. your boyfriend was a capable man, and here you were crying because you couldn’t finish a stupid essay before he got home from his 9-to-5.
he tried to hold you closer, but you struggled against him. you didn’t deserve his comfort or his sympathy. he settled for running his free hand through your hair soothingly. “hey, just talk to me. what went wrong, can i help?”
you shook your head, fighting through a hiccupped sob to answer. “i couldn’t find the last source i need. i was sifting through articles for like four hours, and i just gave up.”
ever the problem solver, spencer smiled down at you softly. “okay, let me take a look. you know i have fairly good research skills, they’re kinda required for my job.”
“you don’t get it!” you huffed, frustration evident in your voice. “you go to work all day and i can’t even find one source. one! i shouldn’t need your help for everything.”
recognition flashed in his eyes, and then he really pulled you in. it was useless to relent, you could feel the determination in his touch. he shushed you softly, one hand wrapped around you firmly while the other drew patterns on your back. when your breaths slowed and your sobs subsided, he pulled back to hold you at arms’ length. “baby, you are one of the smartest people i know.”
you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, and spencer grabbed your chin to ensure you couldn’t look away.
“i wouldn’t lie. no one i know is as sensitive as you are, as empathetic and in touch with their emotions. that’s what makes you so good at this program. i certainly couldn’t complete your degree.”
and you knew how bad at concealing the truth your boyfriend was, so reluctantly you believed him. “thank you,” you just about whispered.
his eyes cast pure adoration on you, even as your tear-stained cheeks were red and raw. “your incredible brain is one of the reasons i fell in love with you. so if you can’t find anything, there must be a reason. could you please just let me take a look?”
spencer had indisputably won you over, one arm still holding you to his side as he opened your laptop on his own lap. you relaxed into him, head pressed to his chest where you could hear his heart beating perfectly. with a hum, he scanned your tabs in a matter of seconds, scrolling to the bottom of the search result page at a speed the computer could barely keep up with. “i know what it is, but you’re not going to be happy.”
lifting your head, you squinted at your boyfriend inquisitively.
“you were typing the date wrong, honey. the last two numbers were flipped.”
you felt that feeling of incapability rush through you again, your eyes stinging in preparation to cry. but spencer was right there to prevent you from shutting down, hand on your head passing slow strokes in comfort.
his lips hitched into a small sympathetic smile when he looked down at you. “my poor girl, worked yourself up so hard your brain stopped working. too much essay writing this week.”
and of course, he was right. you’d been running yourself ragged recently trying to keep up with deadlines, not to mention the extra work you’d taken on early to prevent overwhelm for finals. when you’d told him your plan, spencer had advised against it. he didn’t want you sacrificing your sanity now for a bit more time with your boyfriend in a few months. but never not supportive, he relented and instead helped you draft a schedule to complete everything.
you couldn’t feel too stupid with spencer’s sweet voice telling you that you weren’t. “it’s not even due until next week, remember? i just wanted you to finish it tonight so i could take you out to dinner,” he confided sheepishly. “you’ve been working so hard, i wanted to reward you.”
despite knowing it was physically impossible (as spencer reminded you often), you could feel your heart swell from the overwhelming love you felt for your boyfriend. you pecked kisses all over his face incessantly until he swatted you away, blushing crimson from the unexpected affection. “okay, where are we going?”
spencer hummed mischievously in faux thought, tucking your wild hairs back from your face. “you didn’t finish your essay, so i actually think it’s only fair to punish you. at least before i take you out anyway.”
a heat bloomed in you, both in your cheeks and between your legs. it was rare that your boyfriend was anything but tooth-achingly sweet with you, saving his more dominant side for certain circumstances. apparently this was one of them. “oh, really? how are you gonna punish me, sir?”
he pulled you into his lap, mouth finding your neck immediately. “if you’re going to be stupid, i might as well treat you like you are. i know how much you like it when i call you a dumb slut, despite the fact that we’re both aware of how intelligent you are.”
your core ached with need, fluttering at his words. “that’s kinda fucked up, huh? i shouldn’t want that.”
“actually, it’s fairly common, especially for women with a high amount of stress in their everyday lives. most people enjoy some form of degradation and or praise when having sex.”
“spencer,” you groaned. his beautiful brain always had to get in the way of the fun, not that you seriously minded.
he smiled, pressing his lips to yours again. “sorry, baby. yes, it makes you a very naughty girl.”
despite the pure love in his eyes and his touch, you felt a pang of arousal when he degraded you. it felt good to be demeaned by someone who thought so highly of you. so you let him pin you against the couch, clothes long forgotten, and relished in his nasty words as he sunk to his knees before you.
your laptop was somewhere on the ground, still open to that unfinished document. but it was the last thing on your mind when you felt spencer’s mouth trailing down your front. his fingers hooked your panties, pulling them down with a string of arousal attached. “fuck,” he grumbled. “you are a little slut, aren’t you?”
you struggled to respond as his fingers passed through your folds, thumb toying with your clit lightly. “mhm, yours.”
“that’s right, baby.” all of the showy dominance dropped for a second when he smiled up at you, that familiar twinkle of passion in his eyes. and then he ate you out.
all you could do was grip the bedsheets, small whines leaving you each time he ran his tongue roughly up your clit. he’d take a moment to kiss your inner thighs, slipping two fingers inside to hit that sweet spot when he wasn’t lavishing it with his mouth. it wasn’t long before you were on the edge, feeling the knot snap in your stomach. with a start, you gasped through your orgasm, spencer’s hand finding yours to soothingly stroke his thumb across your knuckles. but as your breaths slowed, he didn’t.
“spence, i’m done,” you panted, hand gripping his hair.
“no you’re not.”
with a roll of your eyes, you tried to pull your hips away to no avail. his fingers were still pumping into you at a relentless pace. his head raised to meet your eyes, slick across his lips. he looked wild like this, disheveled, so different from your normal boyfriend, who was almost too sweet for his own good. “i told you this was a punishment.”
even knelt between your legs, this spencer was in complete control. his gaze was locked on yours, watching every tiny movement when he skimmed his thumb across your clit again. your core reignited when you realized what was going on. he was going to force you to cum again.
“please, too much” you whined, free hand pushing the top of his head away in a superficial effort. you couldn’t think properly with the intensity of the overstimulation.
spencer licked his lips, voice gravelly in a tone it only reached when he was purely aroused. “you can take it, honey. i know you can be a good girl for me. don’t you wanna be good?”
you nodded silently. there wasn’t much you could do but let him fuck you stupid.
“that’s it. gonna make you dumb, yeah? i’m gonna fuck you until you can’t think.” his head dipped down, resuming his wet, sloppy kisses to your clit. and with the combined effects of his words and actions, you were cumming again quickly.
you were unabashedly moaning now, jaw slacked open and eyes screwed shut. you were far past the point of caring what you looked like to the man furiously devouring you between your legs. your hand gripped his tighter, feeling his fingers pound a bit harder in acknowledgment.
your second orgasm felt like being catapulted into the atmosphere. it was sharper, practically knocking the air from your lungs. it took you a few moments to stop panting.
spencer grinned up at you, a sight for sore eyes in your clouded vision. “thinking about anything, baby?” he asked. and when he only received a small shake of your head, “good.”
his mouth returned to your core, soft kitten licks causing you to twitch and wince away. he squeezed your hand firmly, giving you a stern look. “only cleaning you up this time, promise.”
once you weren’t dripping arousal down your thighs, spencer pulled you onto him when he sat back down on the couch. all you could focus on were his warm, strong hands tracing sequences on your skin. he loved to imagine binary code, mapping it out on you because he knew the motion calmed you down.
you were barely conscious, brain buzzing like tv static in the post-sex bliss. you heard spencer chuckle to himself before saying, “so i think we’re getting takeout.”
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rafescokewhore · 4 months
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Hi, I've never done this before so my apologies if I don't do it correctly. Would you be able to do #1 under fluff with Rafe please? Maybe the reader is stressed because everyone wants to celebrate the holidays and she is in college/has finals? I don't know! But either way, I hope you have a good day. Thank youuuu
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PLEASEEEEE. rafe on his knees for kie will always fuck me uuuppp. idk how she didn’t fold.
❆☃︎ merry fucking finals — rafe cameron
ᡣ𐭩 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: rafe x college!reader
ᡣ𐭩 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 0.6k
ᡣ𐭩 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: cussing, mentions of sex, lots of fluff!
ᡣ𐭩 𝐀/𝐍: no worries lovey, you did this perfectly! i hope you enjoy it <3
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sare bear 🧸🤍
you should come to the chateau! we are doing a secret santa and we all voted to have you here!
the worst time of year for you was the holidays. you don’t mean to be a scrooge, holidays just get so overwhelming because there’s so much school stuff you have to try and get caught up on. it’s finals and all you wanted to focus on was making sure you were plenty ready for them.
but of course, all your friends, and boyfriend included were trying to make christmas plans, family get together’s, shopping trips. you were becoming overwhelmed rather quickly, trying to balance the holidays with your friends and rafe, plus trying to study for finals. eventually the floodgates came crashing down as you sat at the desk, pencil laid on the previously crumpled paper.
you laid your head in your hands, sobbing, letting your body rid of the emotions. you wanted to escape, and hang out with your friends but you felt these finals keeping you back in lock and chain.
the bedroom door opened quietly, revealing your boyfriend. he had a feeling he heard you crying and came to check it out. turns out he was right.
“hey, hey, what’s wrong?” rafe runs up to your side, putting his hands on your arms softly, squatting down to your level. you shake your head, still buried in your hands. more tears kept falling and you just the tightness in your chest to stop.
“i just want to have fun. i want to spend time with you, spend time with the pogues. but these finals have me in a fucking headlock.” you sobbed out to your boyfriend. rafes hand began moving in comforting circles across your back. he hated seeing you cry. he hated to see you stressed.
“hey, listen to me,” rafe takes your hands in his, encouraging you to look at him. you blink a few times, lifting your head and looking at him through wet lashes and glossy eyes.
“you are the smartest girl i have ever met. these finals don’t stand a chance with you. don’t even worry about them right now, alright? go hang out with the pogues for a while,” he states, seemingly trying not to fake gag when he mentions pogues. despite you being a pogue yourself, he still didn’t like you hanging out with the others. he was always positive jj had a major crush on you and that the pogues would eventually turn you against rafe.
“then when you come back home tonight, we will have a movie night,” rafe suggests, smiling softly as he gives your hands a reassuring squeeze. rafe always knew how to make you feel better. even if it meant fucking your pretty little brain out.
you look up your boyfriend, your bottom lip pouted as you sniffle, “can you hug me?” you ask sweetly and rafe’s heart nearly shatters. he wastes no time, grabbing your wrists and standing you up so you he can pull you into his warm embrace.
“you never have to ask for a hug, baby,” rafe assures, laying his head on the top of yours. you hug him back tightly, sniffling against his chest as you reel in how lucky you are to have someone like rafe in your life.
“i’ll drive you to the pogues, alright?” he pulls his tarps back to look at your face. you look up at him, smiling and nodding. he takes your hand and takes you to the chateau.
you had the best time with the pogues and a great movie night with rafe. you were beyond thankful rafe pushed you to get out of the house and get away from the stress of college. although finals will still be waiting for you, it doesn’t even surpass how good it was to escape that for a while.
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🏷️ @jjmaybankisbae @drewstarkeyslut @rafescokenostril @f4ll-for-you @angelofcigs @spookyscaryspoon
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clemkruckinnie · 8 months
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first time-d.lambert
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summary: dalton decides he wants to take his relationship with you a step further.
You feel peaceful.
Though it’s a Friday night on campus, you and Dalton have created a peaceful little corner of the dorm for yourself. You can’t help but steal glances at your boyfriend, scribbling furiously in his sketchbook. He’s drawing, and erasing, and drawing again, and before you can ask what’s up, he shoves the sketchbook off his bed.
“Everything okay?” You look up from the other corner of the bed, sitting up.
“I’m just not having a good creation day.” Dalton explains. “Nothing I wanna draw is coming out right, I have this stupid deadline to meet and I can’t even land on a rough sketch because my stupid brain and my stupid hands won’t-“
“Dal.” You cut him off, putting your hand over his. Getting an idea, you sit up further, uncrossing your legs. “Lay down.” Dalton happily obliges, sighing like the weight of the world’s been lifted from his shoulders once he lays his head against your thighs. “Better?” You ask, moving so that your hand is in Dalton’s hair, rubbing his scalp lightly.
Dalton nods against you. “Don’t make me fall asleep.” He warns you, half joking.
“Why, you’re not having nightmares again, are you?”
Dalton pauses.
“Oh, baby-“ You push his hair back from his face, “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I just thought it’d be too much for you. That I would be too much for you.” Dalton explains.
“If it’s too much for me, it’s definitely too much for you.” You tell him, “let me know about that stuff, okay?”
“I don’t want to burden you.” Dalton objects, you shaking your head. “Thought i’d scare you off.”
“You don’t abandon the people you love when they’re hurting. You stay and shoulder it with them.”
You don’t realize the words that you chose until you say them, looking up into Dalton’s wide blue eyes.
“What?” His voice comes out shaky, uncertain that he heard you correctly. “Do you mean that?”
“That I love you?” You ask. “I do. I love you, Dalton.”
Dalton almost knocks you over with the force he hugs you with, tucking his face into your neck.
“I love you, too.” He pulls back, laughing tearfully. “We’re in love.”
His gaze softens before he leans in, cupping your face like he’s holding something delicate, and kisses you with a passion that almost makes you lightheaded.
When he finally pulls back, your entire body feels like it’s on vibrate. By the way his pupils dilate, you can tell Dalton feels the same.
“What’s on your mind?” You finally ask him.
He leans in again, but moves upwards, kissing your forehead instead of your lips. Then, he moves back down, resting his forehead against yours.
“I wanna do what people in love do.”
“You mean-“ You trail off, Dalton nodding against your head.
“I need you.” Dalton moves his hands down, his arms around you. “Please, baby.”
You lean back in again, kissing him with a passion new to the both of you as he lays you down. He moves to your jaw, kissing it gently before he goes down further, his soft lips trailing down and across your neck. “Dal.” You sigh, hands between his shoulder blades.
He lets out a sweet sound against you, the vibrations making you shiver. “Say my name like that again.” He sucks lightly at your pulse point, drawing his name out of you in a whine. “Sound so pretty.” He pulls back, his hands resting against your stomach, having slid them under your shirt. “Can I?”
You nod almost too quickly, wanting to get the offending garment off before you get too nervous to. Any lingering feelings of anxiety leave your body like a floodgate opening as he takes you in. You’re in an old pair of running shorts and a sports bra, yet he looks at you like you’re the finest piece of art in the world. “Beautiful,” Dalton marvels, smoothing his hands over your chest. “All for me, right?”
You nod, Dalton shaking his head. “Tell me.” His voice is so gentle, you feel your eyes heating up and you try your best to not cry while topless in front of your boyfriend for the first time. “All for you. I’m all yours.”
Dalton smiles, leaning in and kissing your nose before sliding his hands under you, by the clasp of your bra. “Want me to take this off?”
“Please.” You almost whimper, Dalton swallowing thickly as you lean upward. The proximity of your faces isn’t as close as it had been when you were kissing, but you’re close enough to see all the shades of blue in his eyes, the concentration on his face as he works at your bra clasp.
“Hi.” You break the silence, Dalton smiling at you again.
“Hi.” He whispers, finally undoing the clasp. “Got it. Let me just-“ He pulls your bra down your arms, discarding it somewhere in the room.You’re fully bare from the waist up, but don’t feel exposed at all.
Dalton drinks in the sight of your bare chest, sliding his hands up to cup each breast in one. “These are perfect.” Dalton marvels. He brushes his thumbs over your nipples, you arching into him involuntarily.
“Does that feel good?” Dalton asks, not cocky, genuinely curious. You go to nod, but stop yourself, remembering that he likes verbal confirmation. “Yes,” you tell him, “they’re really sensitive.” You admit. “Feels nice when you play with them.” Dalton groans, your praise giving him the motivation he needs to keep going. “Wanna get my mouth on them.” He tells you.
The word “please” is barely out of your mouth before he’s taken one nipple into his mouth, rolling the other between his fingers as he sucks. It sends a pang down between your legs as you moan, loudly, going to put your hand over your mouth. Dalton grabs your wrist, using his surprising strength to keep your hand away from your mouth. “Don’t muffle yourself. Let me hear you.” Dalton tells you, kissing his way across your chest to your other nipple, repeating what he had done before. Your hands find their way to his head instead, pushing his hair away from his face.
“I need more.” You beg. “Please, baby-“
Releasing your nipple with a pop, Dalton scoots down between your legs, tugging your shorts off. He’s about to take off your panties when you stop him.
“Is something wrong? We can stop-“
“No! No, I wanna keep going.” You assure him. “You just still have all your clothes on. Doesen’t seem fair.”
Dalton looks down at his sweatshirt and laughs softly. “You’re right. That’s not fair.” He tugs the shirt over his head. “Here,” He stands up, tugging his pants down and kicking them somewhere on the floor, leaving him clad in his boxers. “We’re even.”
You smile, nodding as he re-situates himself. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties, tugging them down and discarding them somewhere with the other clothes.
“Can I taste you?” Your hips almost buck at the way he asks it, the way he looks at you, him, but you settle for a “yes”. He licks an experimental stripe up to your clit, circling it clumsily but still enough to feel good. You moan softly, Dalton taking it as his cue to keep going. He doesn’t really have a technique, as expected—you knew he was a virgin when you two got together, but he’s not doing a bad job, either. You can only imagine how good he’ll get with more practice.
“Am I-?” Dalton pulls away, looking back up at you.
“Try sucking on my clit, just a little. Not too hard.” Dalton nods, licking back up to your clit and sucking, like you told him to.
“Oh my God.” You moan, Dalton sucking at your clit again, anything to get you to make that sound again.
“Need your fingers.” You whimper, “Please, wanna feel them inside—oh!” Dalton easily slides one in, moaning against you at the feeling of you around his finger. “One more, please-“He slides another one in, stretching you open as he licks around and on your clit. He pulls away, his fingers still inside you as he looks up at you.
“Do you like it like this?” He slowly pumps his fingers in and out of you, gaging your reaction.
“Yeah—curl them up a bit, like,” you make a “come here” movement with your fingers. Dalton mimics you, pumping his fingers the slightest bit faster as he curls them. “Wanna kiss you when you cum—“ he tells you.
“Then get back up here and kiss me.”
He doesn’t have to be told twice, speeding up his motions as he moves back up to kiss you. You two separate with moans and gasps, surprised your teeth aren’t clashing with the way he’s kissing you. You can already feel the coil tightening as he fingers you, but when he moves his thumb up to circle your clit, you go over the edge, tucking your face into his neck as you come undone.
“Holy shit,” Dalton pants, “I made you cum.”
You nod, smiling, dazed after the intensity of your orgasm. “I did, hard.” Dalton laughs, pulling his fingers out of you slowly. Before he can do anything with them, you take his hand, guiding his fingers to your mouth and sucking them gently. Dalton watches you, mesmerized at the way your cheeks hollow, the feeling of your tongue on his fingers.
“I need to fuck you.” Dalton pulls his fingers out of your mouth, “Shit, condom. Uh-“
“You can pull out.” You assure him. “I’m on the pill, anyway.” Dalton almost passes out at the idea of being inside you bare, but manages to stay upright. “Is this position-“
“Dalton?”
“Yeah?”
“It’s perfect.” You cut him off. “Like you.”
Dalton smiles, lining himself up with you. “Wait.” Before you can ask what’s wrong, Dalton takes one of your hands in his, lacing your fingers together and holding them down on the bed. The intimacy of the gesture makes your eyes well up again. You don’t miss the way Dalton’s face falls, and before he can ask, you tell him the truth.
“That was just sweet—I just really, really love you.” You admit. Dalton kisses your forehead once more, pushing in with his lips still against your skin.
You both moan together as Dalton pulls back out, then plunges all the way in again. He keeps at the slow pace for a little bit, you getting more exasperated. “You can go faster.” You tell him, assuming he’d been afraid to hurt you.
“I know.” Dalton smiles cheekily, “Just wanted to tease you. Make you beg for it.”
You gasp at his dirty talk and newfound cockiness, tossing your pride aside and giving in. “Please, Dalton, please fuck me harder, I need it so bad-“
Dalton moans, giving in and speeding up his thrusts, grabbing onto the mattress with his free hand, balling up the bedding as he pounds you.
“Feels so fucking good, beautiful-“ Dalton ducks his head down, kissing your neck as his thrusts speed up, “-‘m not gonna last—“
“Let go.” You encourage him, “I came already, just let go—“
It’s as if his body was waiting for those words to finally let go, his orgasm hitting him like a freight train. He weakly thrusts his way through it, pumping you full as he cums.
“Fuck, baby.” Dalton breathes out shakily, kissing your neck softly before pulling away to look at you. “Came so hard, don’t know if I can walk.”
“Then don’t.” You offer. “Just lay with me.”
Dalton nods, smiling softly as he pulls out, laying next to you and pulling the comforter over the two of you.
“We should probably clean up soon, though.” You tell him. “Don’t wanna traumatize Chris.”
Dalton laughs, “We don’t have to worry about Chris. I paid her 10 bucks to crash in a friend’s room.”
“You planned this?” You ask, feigning offense.
“I planned the seduction, not you telling me you loved me.” He defends himself. “Like i’d only fuck you once in a night.”
“You didn’t know how it would go!”
“I knew I wouldn’t be done with you yet.”
You smile, nuzzling your head into his chest. “I wanna do all of that and more, but for right now I just wanna use you as a pillow for a little bit.”
“You want a hoodie?” Dalton offers. “We could watch a movie for a little bit. Don’t want you getting cold.”
You smile, nodding. “Always taking care of me.”
Dalton shakes his head, getting up and pulling on his boxers to find you a hoodie of his.
“Not as good as you take care of me, baby.”
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ddejavvu · 9 months
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Would you write dumbification with Hangman?
this post is 18+, minors dni.
Jake is absolutely enamored by the way your cunt stretches tight around his cock. He takes his time getting you wet, pressing hot and heavy kisses to your thighs, to the hood of your clit, licking stripes of spit through your folds until your own wetness greets him. Then when you're ready, when you're tugging at his hair, pulling him up to grip at his muscled biceps, begging for his cock that hangs thick and heavy between his legs, he pushes in.
Your stretched cunt is the perfect size for his cock. He's thick and long; after all, the jokes he makes about his callsign aren't just that. Your cunt stretches deliciously around his length, encasing him in wet warmth that he can't help but pound into.
"God, baby," He pants, hips relentlessly pistoning into your pussy, "That's- ah, you feel so good, so wet and tight, nngh!"
You whine at his breathy praises, practically writhing in pleasure at the feeling of finally being full. Jake's magnificent with his tongue, but nothing beats his cock. You want to tell him how fantastic he feels, how big and thick his cock is, how much you love it when it's stuffing you stupid, but the words won't come out, your voice only able to flow freely and unshapely from your throat in moans and groans each time Jake thrusts forwards.
You're not usually this soft-spoken. You love telling Jake how amazing he feels, you're both suckers for praise. So when you don't return his sentiments, Jake kisses up the side of your neck, nipping gently at your collarbone.
"Does it feel good, baby? Tell me, tell me- ah!" Jake breaks off as your cunt clenches unexpectedly around his cock, "Tell me how it is."
"I- It's-" You babble desperately, clinging to your memory of his own words to help you form the sentence that your own brain can't. You cleave to his biceps like a lifeline, dragging him impossibly closer and deepening the angle of your hips so that he pounds deeper into you. "It's- hnnghohmygod!"
"You-" Jake breaks off with an incredulous laugh, trying not to cum already; he's caught off guard by how attractive your speechlessness is. He has the libido of ten men, he's got energy to burn and he's never had trouble lasting long, but all of a sudden he's about to bust his nut in barely a minute like a depraved teen, all because you can't form the words to tell him how good you feel.
"You can't even say it," Jake marvels, his cocky, pleasure-hazed expression hovering over your face, "You go all stupid on my cock, huh darlin'?"
You try scolding him, your lips forming a weak "Ja-" until his tongue hits your neck, and, combined with his thick cock pounding into you, it shorts out your circuits. The sound transforms into a cry of sorts, a pathetic, "Aah!" That Jake revels in.
"You can't even say my name? Did you forget it, darlin'? Say it," He instructs, "Say my name, sweetheart."
He doesn't let up in his steady, forceful thrusts, slamming the head of his leaking cock into a spot so sensitive it has you seeing stars. The more you struggle to speak, the more turned on he gets, and the faster he jackhammers into you, which only makes you less capable of speech. It's a vicious cycle, and you've lost control ages ago.
"Come on," He teases, nudging his nose against yours, "Come on, angel baby. What's m'name? Say it, fuckin'- scream it, baby, come on."
"J- Ja-" You try, and he takes a hand, gripping your chin and tilting your head back, opening your throat even more. It tears a broken whimper from your throat as you start feeling the crest of your orgasm, and you get sidetracked from your mission.
"That's it. Keep goin', honey. You're halfway there. Don't stop now."
He doesn't really want you to say his name, though. He'd love it if you did, your sweet voice screaming his name always has his floodgates bursting, but what he's really after now is more stuttering, more delicious speechless babbling that let him know he's worked you up more than he ever has before.
When he dips down to suck hard at your neck, surely leaving you with a hickey for tomorrow, you give up. You know you won’t be able to say his name, not as your thighs tremble and a wave of pleasure washes over you. It tingles from your head to your toes, starting at your core and blossoming out from there. You can't control your volume anymore, and you scream, but it's not Jake's name. It's just a piercing wail, lustful and oozing with pleasure as Jake fucks hard through your orgasm. He fucks you right into his own, pushing his lips onto yours in a forceful kiss when they prove useless in uttering his name.
"Fuck," Jake breathes against your mouth, hips slowing gradually as his dick twitches. He's not sure he's ever cum this much, and some of it oozes out from where you're still joined. He watches it spurt from your cunt with a guttural groan in his throat, kissing hot and wet at your spit-soaked lips.
"That was fast, baby," He pants, feeling your thighs shaking as he carefully pulls out, resting on his hip to take his weight off of you, "Just can't control myself when you get all dumb on my cock."
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enhaheeseung · 5 months
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Come back to me - L. HS
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Pairing: heeseung X fem reader!
Warning: angst, crying,
WC: 1,580k
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Heeseung knew it was selfish to want you to spend the night with him after you two just made up kinda, but he’s missed you so bad that he couldn’t help but at least ask.
“I think it’s best if I don’t” you tell him softly his face visibly falling at your words but you couldn’t get that close to him again not this soon.
“I-“ he sighed, biting on his lip. “Okay,” he nods, giving you a fake smile. “Well, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?” He says, feeling hopeful.
“Maybe heeseung, I just need time.” You stood up, getting ready to leave.
He quickly hops to his feet, walking you to the door. “Yeah, no, right, I get it, and I think that’s best for us. We can go as slow as you want. There’s no rush,” he rambled on and on.
“Yeah,” you reply with a small smile as he opens the door for you.
“B-bye, y/n.” You don’t respond this time cause your brain is still just a bit scattered over everything he has told you. You’d be doing a lot of thinking when you got back to Sunghoon’s place.
He closes the door, leaning his back against it with a long and heavy sigh.
At least you had forgiven him, but he still knew there would be many obstacles in the way to get to your heart, ones that only gave him a sinking feeling in his chest.
But after, as much as he put you through, he could get through this. He just had to be patient and prove to you just how much he truly loves you and wants you back.
-
“So, how did it go?” Sunghoon peaks inside your room only to see you sitting on your bed, a blank stare on your face as you think about everything that has transpired these past few months.
You smile softly as he takes a seat next to you. “It went..” you trail off, trying to find the words to describe everything, but you wanted to start with this first. “Why didn’t you tell me heeseung thought we were dating?”
He sighs. “Look, I know I should have, but it just didn’t feel like my place to say, you know? I didn’t want to say anything and make things worse.”
You nodded, understanding what he meant by that. You knew it’d be a difficult position for him to be in, so you weren’t too upset about it.
“So,” he starts. “You moving out?” He lets out a soft laugh.
“I think we still have a long way to go for that to happen,” you say while playfully bumping your shoulder against his.
“Why’s that?” He leans into your touch a bit, his hand automatically wrapping around your back.
“It’s just not as easy as I thought, you know, seeing him again, and after everything, I still love him, but it’s just difficult to feel the same around him. It’s almost like talking to a stranger,” Sunghoon hums in understanding.
“I understand. Just take your time, yeah? You can stay as long as you need, and there’s no need to rush. Take it slow until you two are able to work things out again,” he consoles.
You laugh breathily. That’s the same thing heeseung told you earlier. “You really think we can work things out?” you mumble.
“I know so.” sunghoon kissed the crown of your head, giving you an encouraging back rub, making you smile while simultaneously giving you hope for your and heeseung’s future.
You just wanted your husband back. You wanted your old life back. Everything was perfect until he started putting everything before you. If he was having problems, he could’ve just talked to you, and you would have listened.
Or maybe he didn’t feel like he could talk to you, and drinking with friends at work helped him more than you ever could.
Inevitably, that feeling of not being good enough started making its way into your brain, and when that happened, it just opened up the floodgates to a whole new array of negative thoughts and feelings, leaving you crying into your best friend's chest for the countless time since you’ve been staying with him you were just grateful that he was there for you cause without him you’re not sure where you’d be right now.
You knew what heeseung told you, and you trusted that he was telling the truth, but your mind just wouldn’t let go of that tiny part that thought there was more to his change in behavior than just a few drinks and trying to fit in you felt like at some point you had done something wrong to him, and that was his way of taking things out on you.
You sighed after your tears had settled, and patching things up with him was going to be far more difficult than you had imagined.
“It’s gonna be okay,” Sunghoon shushed you, slowly rocking you back and forth in his arms, telling you all the reassuring words that you needed to hear at that moment.
-
Heeseung couldn’t help but feel a little bit sad at the fact you left. Thoughts of you never coming back came creeping up in his mind, making him feel even more anxious than he felt before.
He really hated himself for everything he’d done to you cause now there was an obvious barrier between you two, so obvious that even talking to you didn’t feel the same. It felt uncomfortable. It felt forced, and it should never be that way, but thanks to him being a fucking idiot, it is.
But now he was going to do everything possible to fix it.
No matter what it took, he was going to make you his again, even if it was the last thing he did on earth.
But first, he was going to start out small, take it slow, and do the things he did to win your heart in the first place.
-
When you started your day the next morning, you felt better after talking with Sunghoon all night. He did a great job at easing your troubled mind.
For the third time after yours and Heeseung’s split, you decided it’d be good to get some fresh air and go on a mind-clearing walk.
But when you got ready to go out the door, the last thing you expected to be at your doorstep was flowers and chocolate, but there it was, sitting there looking pretty.
You ducked down, picking up the flowers and chocolate, a smile unknowingly gracing your lips cause you already knew who it was from.
You smelled the roses, a nostalgic feeling washing over you when you inhaled their fresh, light scent. It brought back so many memories, so many good memories of when you two dated.
Heeseung always used to do things like that before you dated, after you dated, and even after getting married. It was just in recent months that all his caring, gentlemen-like gestures had come to a screeching halt.
You sighed at the memory. He was literally the perfect husband. Your guy’s marriage was perfect, but apparently not to him cause he ruined it.
But even though he ruined he was trying to fix it, and that was enough for you cause you loved him so much to the point it hurt.
And pathetically enough, you already felt like running back into his arms, holding him, hugging him, kissing him. You wanted him again, but you knew you had to stand your ground. He had to work and apologize to win you back. Some chocolate and flowers weren’t enough to swoon you over, even if it felt like it did.
A text chimes on your phone, and you snap out of your little daydream, seeing a text from him.
“Hey, angel, I hope you like them. I remember how much you love roses, and it’s been a while since I bought you some. I added a little treat as well. Enjoy.” he wanted to say so much more; he wanted to call you and hear your voice. He wanted to call you his baby, but he held back cause he knew it was far too soon, and this whole being patient thing was proving to be rather difficult. He just wanted you back so bad he’s missed you so much.
You looked at his message, contemplating if you should respond while you shut the front door and went back in the house to set the flowers on the table.
You wanted to tell him how sweet he was and how much you loved them, but you, much like he, held back.
“Thanks,” your reply was short and sweet.
Heeseung nearly jumped for joy when he saw you had texted him back. He wasn’t really expecting you to even say anything, but he was ecstatic when you did, except when he opened the message, his bright smile fell so hard it turned into a frown.
He read the message over and over again, his heart feeling heavy. Obviously, he knew flowers and chocolate weren’t going to make you run back to him, but he expected you to be just a bit more enthusiastic.
But he understood even though it hurt his feelings he understood.
He sighed, shutting off his phone, knowing he was going to have to work extra hard to get you to come back to him.
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anto-pops · 9 months
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A Torrid Arrangement - Sebastian Sallow x Female! Reader
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Summary: You and Sebastian have had a 'friends-with-benefits' dynamic going on for close to a year now, and the more time passes, the harder it is for him to hide his true feelings for you. It's an unbearable kind of torment, but he forces himself to grin and bear it anyway to preserve the integrity of his... situation-ship with you. That is, until the metaphorical floodgates finally open up.
Alternatively summarized as gratuitous FWB smut with lots of playful banter sprinkled in
This came from the depths of my fever-induced brain so if its all over the place, I apologize. But YAY MORE SMUT !!
Word Count: 8.6k
Warnings: 18+, aged up characters, explicit sexual content, lots of hickies
Full fic can be found here on Ao3 with more informative tags, as per usual :))
Sebastian knew it was going to be one of those days before he was even fully conscious. 
He jolted awake from an extremely graphic wet dream at the ass crack of dawn, hard and sweaty and tangled in the sheets, already reaching beside himself for the body that had just been pressed against his own. The dream had been so real– so incredibly vivid– that he swore he could still taste the familiar, salty skin on the tip of his tongue. He’d been so fucking close too; buried deep between soft thighs, clinging tight with every fiber of his being when reality had come and butt its ugly, unwelcome head in. 
With a ragged, disappointed groan, Sebastian let his head fall back against his pillow and dragged his hands down his flushed face, graciously allowing himself a few minutes to sort himself out. 
This was far from the first wet dream he’d had about you, and he was certain it wouldn’t be the last. Hell– you gave Sebastian’s thirsty subconscious plenty of material to work with every time you came around to ‘relieve stress’. Being long-standing fuck buddies with you granted him that lucious priviledge. Sebastian knew damn well how good you felt holding onto him, what you sounded like when you were about to come, what your heated, sweat-slick skin tasted like. 
He also knew how fucking cute you could be— especially when you were sprawled across his bed in his dorm with a textbook open beneath you to sneakily segue from studying together to fooling around. He knew how badly he wanted to spread you out across his sheets and make you moan for hours– to worship your perfect body slowly and sweetly with his hands and his mouth. 
It was barely past dawn and Sebastian already knew he was going to be tracking you down at some point today to act on his urges. As always, he would be hiding his monstrous crush under a thick layer of casual booty call. 
Whenever Sebastian woke up like this– nerves stretched paper thin over a desperate craving for intimacy– dueling was one of the few things that helped him clear his head and get his shit together. He wasn’t exactly a morning person, and he was even less of a people person at such a ripe, early hour, but he’d still left the confines of his dorm to make the trek to the Crossed Wands courtyard. 
There were no students in this area of the castle at this time, which just meant he would be making do with the practice dummies for a few hours until his blood cooled within his veins. Spell after spell fired from his wand and struck hard and true against the wooden figurines that lined the walls, the sound echoing off the Clock Tower walls and drowning out his incessant, horny thoughts. 
Thoughts that revolved too much around how nice your thighs would look with dark imprints of his teeth all over them. 
Biting the inside of his cheek, Sebastian unleashed a particularly aggressive Confringo charm in a bid to expel his sinful train of thought. The dummy erupted in an explosion of wooden bits and flaming embers, and as it collapsed to the stone floor in a mangled heap, the brunet realized that there was in fact one other person on school grounds awake– and they just so happened to be walking right towards him. 
He could practically hear fate howling with laughter at his expense when he dimly registered that not only did he know this lone survivor, it was against all probability none other than you, because why the fuck not. 
You were stomping through the outer courtyard with a few textbooks clutched tight in your white-knuckled grip, looking equal parts distracted and deliciously disheveled from a distance. Your mind had to be as scattered as his was, because you clearly didn’t notice Sebastian or the on fire training dummy as you strode through the open clock tower gate. He did his best to play it cool when you finally made eye contact with him, trying exceptionally hard to not look like he’d just jacked off to the way dream-you squirmed under him not twenty minutes prior. 
“Hey, you,” Sebastian called out smoothly when your hurried pace slowed down at the sight of him. You shook your head as though to clear it, squinting at him harder as you evenly stalked up to him, and your frown became more and more apparent the closer you got. Everything about your demeanor screamed ‘wild Graphorn, do not approach’, but Sebastian had never been great at following directions. 
You raked one of your hands through your wild hair as you finally came to stop a few feet away, panting slightly as you stared up at him as though you weren’t entirely sure he was real. “Sebastian?” 
The man in question cocked a brow at you, giving you a quick once over. Your hair was definitely mussed more than usual, a few stray strands falling over your forehead while others stuck up on one side– as if you’d been combing your fingers through it all night. There was no missing the mildly insane glint in your bloodshot eyes, and you were slightly paler than normal. Sebastian was also pretty sure you’d been wearing the same blouse yesterday, if the tiny stain on the collar was any indication. 
If you didn’t look so damned grumpy, Sebastian would swear he’d just caught you in the middle of a walk of shame. The mere idea sent a sharp pang of jealousy straight through his core, and he had to bite his tongue to stifle the snide comment that threatened to fall from his lips. He failed, opting to instead poke the metaphorical bruise and deal with the throbbing ache doing so would bring him. 
“Someone didn’t go to her dorm last night,” he snickered, aiming a crooked grin down at you. “Congrats on getting lucky.” 
Normally he would expect you to just roll your eyes and punch him in the shoulder before ribbing him back. But as Sebastian watched your eyes widen at the same time your face flushed several different shades of red, he couldn’t help but wonder if poking the metaphorical Graphorn before the sun was even fully up was a good idea. 
“I was not getting lucky,” you hissed at him, one eye twitching. Sebastian raised his hands in mock surrender before sticking his wand back in his pocket, awkwardly shifting on his feet for a moment as you huffed out an agitated sigh. “I’ve been getting fucked for the last twelve hours by Professor Sharp’s assignment– fifteen pages on the origin and uses of Wiggenweld. I’m not even sure if most of what I’ve written comes off as real English, so don’t fucking chuckle at me about getting lucky, you ass.” 
Sebastian just stared at you silently, watching you fume. He’d pulled plenty of all-nighters with you before, so he knew full well that after a certain amount of sleep deprivation and stress, you had a tendency to lose your shit in addition to your filter. “Ah,” he mumbled as he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, only hesitating for a second. 
After all, he just so happened to know exactly how you liked to relieve your stress. 
He licked his lips quickly before he said, “You, uh… kinda look like you could stand to get lucky, huh?” 
Your nostrils flared slightly as you squinted up at him for a long minute instead of responding. It might have looked like a murderous face to anyone else, but Sebastian knew better, and he could practically hear the gears in your head clanking together as you weighed the offer. 
“…I mean, if you’re not doing anything else,” you finally muttered, your tense shoulders dropping a smidge. 
He gestured loosely to the demolished pile of wood on the ground. “I’m not anymore,” came his fluid reply, and before you could take note of the smoking remnants of the training dummy, Sebastian’s hand was grasping yours tight as he tugged you along behind him. You blearily blinked the fatigue from your eyes as you fell into step beside him, and the brunet tried his very best not to let on how extremely pleased he was.
Halfway to Sebastian’s dorm, you’d interrupted his hurried pace and directed him to the Room of Requirement in an attempt to avoid any awkward run-ins with his roommates. The absolute last thing you wanted to deal with on top of your Potion’s related irritation was prying eyes, and you already knew the Slytherin dorms would be chock full of those. 
Upon entering the more private space atop the Astronomy Tower, you threw aside your textbooks on the lone side table next to the double doors and spun around to yank Sebastian into a frantic, needy kiss. Your nails dug into his firm shoulders as you swiftly pulled him down to your level, and he allowed you to grind your hips against his steadily growing erection as his own fingers dug into the small of your back. 
“H-Hey, hold on,” Sebastian wheezed out when you pulled away to tug at his belt, and his hands dropped to your waist to hold you at arms length so he could look you over again. As the two of you had trekked up to the Room, you’d begun to look more and more exhausted— too out of it to even gripe about the endless staircase that never failed to draw complaints from you. “Are you sure you’re up for this right now? You look like death.” 
You snorted and rolled your tired eyes, pursing your lips in blatant disapproval. “Nagging, Sebastian? Really? I thought we were past this.” 
“I’m not nagging,” he grumbled. “I’m just saying, you kinda look like you need a nap more than you need a quick fuck.” 
Tutting disdainfully, your hands fell away from his belt as you crossed your arms over your chest. “I was just starting to loosen up. See if I ever relax around your ass again,” you retorted drily, tilting your head back to blink up at the ceiling. “The assignment is due before lunch today. If I sleep now, I’m not waking up until tomorrow. I can’t sleep yet.”
Sebastian tilted his head with a thoughtful frown, mirroring your stance by crossing his arms over his own chest. “What if I wake you up?” 
You shook your head dutifully, although you were sorely tempted by the idea. “Trust me, I can feel the impending coma. I can’t risk it.”
“Want me to turn your paper in for you?”
Another mournful shake of your head. “You know Sharp, he’s as stern as they come. I’m positive he wouldn’t take it from you– and I’m sure he’d give you detention for trying. It’s fine, I just need to tough it out for a few more hours. Think you can help with that?” 
“Shit, yeah,” he relented, fighting the urge to bury his face in your messy head of hair. Instead he opted for uncrossing his arms to run his hands up your shoulders to gently squeeze at the tense muscles there, and you sighed at the delightful shiver that danced up your spine from the action. “I’m really not trying to kill you, though. Are you sure you’re good for this?” 
You snorted again, shaking your head slightly, and the tension in your upper body began seeping away under Sebastian’s warm palms. “Are you always this sweet to your fuck buddies?” The brunet could feel himself flushing at the statement, but before he could respond, you were muttering, “It’s really weird coming from you.” 
“Hey–”
“Just shut up and fuck me already,” you barked over Sebastian’s protest, pulling away from him to head further into the massive space towards the modest bedroom in the corner. The adjacent room had never disappeared after your first hook-up here with your longtime companion, and its constant existence since then had served as an odd reminder of your arrangement with the man. 
If you weren’t so stiff and weird from exhaustion, Sebastian could honestly convince himself that you were embarrassed or something. For now, though, he simply chalked your jaded nature up to your lack of a filter and stalked after you– totally not obsessing over the fact that you’d just called him sweet. 
You’d been undoing the buttons on your shirt as you walked, and as soon as you made it inside the bedroom, you stripped the material off completely and discarded it in the corner of the room. Your skirt quickly followed, and all the while Sebastian was forcing himself not to think about how nice dream-you’s skin had looked tangled in his dream-sheets. 
Sebastian stood in the doorway as he began unbuttoning his own shirt, shucking the attire off of his shoulders before moving down to his belt. The metal clink of the buckle was enough to draw your attention, and you fell back onto the mattress and scooted up towards the pillows without taking your eyes off him. The eager look in your fatigued eyes was enough to spur Sebastian onward quicker, and before long he was dressed in only his briefs as he prowled towards the bed with a predatory glint in his eyes. 
The way you were sprawled atop the sheets with your arms resting above your head was a sight Sebastian vowed to commit to memory for as long as he lived. You were clearly giving him free reign over your body, and his mouth ran dry at the realization that you were wholly handing control over to him. He swallowed thickly and moved to straddle your hips, leaning over you on his forearms so he could better slot your lips together, and after a few tentative pecks, his boldness started to grow. You sighed and tilted your chin into Sebastian’s kisses, parting your lips invitingly as you melted into the cool, satin sheets beneath you. 
With as tired and as boneless as you were, it seemed like you might actually be patient for once, and the thought had Sebastian’s heart fluttering excitedly. More often than not, he was so susceptible to your impatience and intensity that he always found himself getting swept up in your urgency when the two of you did this. Not that he didn’t love it; the dire, rough pace he’d always settle into with you, all gasping moans and tightly-gripped hands and frantic, needy thrusts– he absolutely loved it. It kept him hooked and craving more, even when you were both panting and sated. This, though…
Having you give up the lead and just relax for him was like a literal wet dream come to life. 
Tangling your tongues with a low moan, Sebastian leaned into you slightly, his hands shifting to rub slowly up your sides until his deft fingers slipped under your arched back to unhook your bra. It fell away like nothing, and you moaned against his lips when the pads of his thumbs came to graze over your pert nipples. Your sleep-deprived loopiness had to be contagious, because Sebastian pulled away from your lips to mouth hotly against your ear, “I dreamt about you last night.” 
He didn’t get the chance to feel weird about admitting it. You chuckled warmly, your kiss-swollen lips curving into a crooked, amused smile. “Oh yeah?” 
“Yeah,” he murmured, pausing to suck gently at your earlobe while his thumbs idly traced the outline of your ribs. He brushed his lips down the angle of your jaw, exhaling shakily when you leaned your head aside to freely offer him the wonderfully sensitive expanse of your neck. Sebastian lightly dragged his teeth down the soft, heated skin, then flicked his tongue over the faded imprint of the last hickey he’d left there. It was barely noticeable now. 
You shivered at the feeling, your fingers twisting in the sheets above your head before you sighed contentedly. “Was I pulling my hair out about Potions?”
“Fuck no.” He nipped at the faint bruise before pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to your pulse, sucking just enough to briefly tease you. “I had you under me like this,” he continued softly, pitching his voice low and nuzzling into your ear again, purposely aiming to press your buttons and work you into a needy frenzy. He felt your breath hitch more than he heard it, and as a sly grin broke out across his face, Sebastian slipped his fingers up your chest to pinch at your nipples once again. “I was fucking you nice and slow, making you feel so good…”
Moaning softly, you arched up into Sebastian’s hands, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth as he teased and flicked the sensitive nubs into stiff peaks. Your hips inadvertently rocked up against his as you desperately sought friction in the area you wanted it most. “Sounds like you’ve already got a game plan, huh?”
He sat back on his heels to look down at you as he shrugged. “If you’re up to it,”
“Just don’t let me fall asleep,” you mused, your hooded eyes trailing down Sebastian’s tanned, freckled chest to his dark briefs, halting when you caught sight of his cock straining against the cotton material. The sight had you licking your lips and fidgeting slightly before you blinked back up at him. “This paper is worth a quarter of my grade.” 
“I won’t. Merlin– you worry too much.” Sitting upright with an amused shake of his head, Sebastian rolled off of you to sidle down the mattress so he was kneeled comfortably between your outstretched legs. Your hands fell to your thin underwear, ready to peel them away to get a move on with things, but Sebastian swatted away your appendages quickly. With a half-hearted scowl, you relinquished control, allowing your arms to rest above your head again as you once more bared yourself to the larger man. 
Sebastian groaned softly at the sight, continuing where you’d left off by slipping his fingers under the waistband of your undergarments before tugging the damp fabric away from your aching center. You lifted your knees to assist him, and in one swift motion he had discarded the soiled attire over his shoulder, taking care to drag his eyes down the supple curve of your waist before settling on your glistening folds. 
“Damn, darling,” he moaned earnestly. “You look so fucking perfect like this.” You huffed softly as you hooked your legs around Sebastian’s hips to tug him closer, and he hummed at the same time he looped one of his hands under your thigh to hold you to him as he rocked against your slick core. The friction was tantamount to perfection, but you craved more, and Sebastian knew it too. 
Before you could open your mouth to complain, the freckled man ducked to press hot, wet kisses down the line of your throat, sucking and biting as he made his way down your shoulder past your collarbone. As he mouthed down your chest, he paused to tease one of your perked nipples gently between his teeth, and a pang of arousal shot through him when you arched and moaned under him. It was pure bliss– and your eyes rolled shut as your hips pressed up insistently. Sebastian ground his hips into yours for as long as he could manage before he had to scoot back to continue further, but he made up for it by dragging his nails deliciously down your thighs before he’d settled between your outstretched legs. 
You made such a pretty picture spread out in the lush, satin sheets this way; with your hands fisted in the covers above your head, your legs spread on either side of him, and the lustful gaze you pinned him with, Sebastian was half convinced he’d fallen back asleep this morning and was still dreaming. He couldn’t pass up the opportunity to watch your body react to his touch, so he smiled as he dipped his head to drag the flat of his tongue up your wet folds, and the way your breath stuttered in your throat was far more enticing than it had any right to be. You attempted to push yourself up onto your elbows to watch– entirely enthralled with how Sebastian looked between your thighs– but then he took your clit between his lips and sucked, and you were pulling the sheets into your clenched fists and falling back against the pillows with a ragged moan.
Sebastian continued to toy with you that way for far too long for comfort– holding you hostage in some combined purgatory of bliss and torment as he sucked and lapped at your center. It was far too easy to reduce you to a pile of brainless mush given your fatigued, overly-sensitive state, and he was all too curious to discover how many new things you would let him get away with before you got impatient and started begging. 
With gentle, attentive hands, Sebastian coaxed you into raising one of your knees up so he could throw your leg over his shoulder, instantly coiling his strong arms under your waist to hold you firmly to his unrelenting mouth. His stomach flipped at how easily you relaxed for him, and you proceeded to fight your boneless nature so you could sit up and watch him with lust-dark, hazy eyes. Sebastian loved the attention– thrived on it, really– and he broke away from your overwhelmingly wet heat to pepper chaste kisses along the smooth hollow of your leg. You were already breathing heavier– your fingers twitching around handfuls of fabric– and when Sebastian moaned and slipped his tongue out in-between kisses to lightly run the tip along soft, sensitive skin, your breath caught audibly in your chest before you shuddered out a shaky sigh. 
When he first sank his teeth into the heated flesh midway up your inner thigh, he did so gently, but your hips still jerked at the sensation, and you couldn’t stop the wanton moan that slipped through your parted lips. “Fuck, Sebastian–” you groaned, your voice laced with obvious desire. You dug the heel of your foot into the middle of his back, silently imploring him to give you more, because the feeling of him marking you somewhere so sensitive was too fucking good. 
Sebastian flashed you a smug grin as he pulled away, but not before planting a lingering kiss along the faint imprints of his teeth. The gesture was warm and promising– as was the way his hand squeezed your waist before letting the leg over his shoulder fall back against the mattress. He moved to splay his hands over your hips, your thighs resting comfortably over his arms, but he let them stay spread open rather than using his grip to pull you around like he usually would. 
As his thumbs trailed gently along the curves of your hip bones, Sebastian leaned back down to brush another warm kiss along your inner thigh, humming at the way your muscles tensed slightly. He nuzzled up higher, then parted his lips against the soft skin to bite again, and this time he sucked steadily with the intent of leaving a dark, lasting mark there too. You moaned softly, your hips rocking up at the sensation, and as Sebastian worked yet another brand into your skin, your breath shifted into quiet panting as your hands twisted in the sheets. 
Satisfied with the deep purple of the bruise and the light imprint of his teeth around it, Sebastian pulled away and dragged the flat of his tongue over his brand soothingly, breathing a low groan as he did so. He admired it for a moment longer before he mouthed wetly up your leg further, his dark, messy curls brushing against the join of your thigh. 
He nuzzled closer to begin working another mark there, and the sharp sting of his lips and his teeth had you gasping– bending your free thigh up to let it fall to the side in a bid to give Sebastian all the room he wanted to keep going. He moaned encouragingly, squeezing your hips once again as you lifted them up for more, and he dragged his tongue up along the soft hollow of your thigh as his brow furrowed in concentration. 
“S-Sebastian,” you gasped, trembling under the brunet’s affection. The shaky insistence to your voice caught his attention, so he leaned up enough to look at you as he licked his lips and pet your hips soothingly. Swallowing heavily, you opened your eyes and shivered, meeting his gaze almost shyly before you murmured, “I-I don’t– I don’t usually like slow stuff.” 
Sebastian shifted up onto his elbows, idly drawing his palms back and forth over your flushed skin. His expression showed nothing but concern as he asked, “Do you want to stop?” 
You shook your head quickly, scooting your hips minutely towards him. “N-No, no– this is fine. Good, even, I… I like this.” 
Tilting his head to the side, Sebastian tried unsuccessfully to figure out what was happening, then cautiously asked, “Are you okay?” 
“Yes,” you answered firmly, leaving no room for doubt. You fidgeted for a few seconds, squirming under the obvious care Sebastian was showing for you until you eventually took a breath and relented. “I like this. A lot.” The freckled man only cocked a brow at you in confusion, but before he could move to crawl over you again, you huffed and flopped back against the mattress. “I like you leaving marks on me, too.” 
He mulled that over in his brain for a long moment, squinting slightly. “Okay…?” 
“You fucking ass,” you wheezed out, your breath akin to an overwhelmed laugh. “It’s because it’s you, Sebastian, Merlin’s beard– I like you.”
Pressing his lips into a thin line, Sebastian stared up at you again and carefully replied, “Thanks?” 
“Nevermind, I hate you,” you grumbled, slinging an arm over your face. “Forget I said anything.” 
“No– hold on–” he sputtered before sitting up straight, his arms sliding out from under your thighs. You appeared to be disgruntled by the change, but you didn’t come out from hiding to complain. “I mean– we’ve been fucking for like a year. I’d hope to the Gods you can stand me by now.” 
You groaned from beneath the safety of your arm shield, “I cannot believe I have to spell this out for you. I’ve been fucking you for like a year because I like you, you moonmind. Like, romantically. Very much into you, whether we’re fucking or not.”
With an uncomfortably loud click, Sebastian understood.
“Oh!” His eyes damn near popped out of his skull, his heart doing some insane acrobatics in his chest, but all of that took a backseat to the blissful realization that he wasn’t the only one with a big, gross crush. “Oh, shit, okay,” he sputtered, raking his hands through his hair. “Wow, okay. Fuck, sorry– I was totally involved in the hickey thing, my brain wasn’t on. Wow.” 
“Merlin’s balls,” you groused, already trying to roll away from Sebastian’s wildly embarrassing presence. “I should not have said anything.”
“No!” Sebastian scrambled up the bed to brace himself on his hands above you, caging you between his arms while his heart hammered away against his sternum. “No, no no, you definitely should have said something, darling– shit.” He paused to try and coax you into coming out of hiding, but when you resisted him firmly, he didn’t push it. Instead, he chewed the inside of his cheek and tried to get his racing thoughts in order so he wouldn’t blurt out something completely idiotic. 
“I am like, ridiculously in love with you.” 
Completely idiotic. 
You froze under him momentarily before peering up at him over your elbow, your wide-eyed stare bordering on horrified. Cursing under his breath, Sebastian buried his hands in his hair and stared right back, almost entirely sure he could feel his life force draining from his body. 
“I-I mean– fuck, wait–”
“Are you kidding me!?” You bolted upright– narrowly avoiding cracking your skull against Sebastian’s on the way up. Your fingers clamped down on his shoulders so you could rattle him slightly as you blurted, “What the hell, Sebastian! How long?” 
“I don’t know!” He threw his hands up and pointedly stared at the wall before grumbling, “I don’t fucking know, it’s not like it happened all at once. It started towards the end of our fifth-year and it just kinda… grew from there. Like a Horklump.” 
Sebastian realized how shitty that euphemism was when your mouth fell open in utter disbelief. “Did you seriously just compare your feelings for me to a fungus?” 
“Look, I’m sorry, okay?” He sat back on his heels, crossing his arms stiffly over his bare chest as he returned to staring at anything but you.
“For what, exactly?” You ran a trembling hand through your unruly hair, then dropped your gaze to the sheets. “For returning my feelings? Or for not saying anything before right now?” Sebastian just shrugged unhelpfully with his lips pursed. Groaning loudly, you flopped back onto the bed and stared at the ceiling for a minute, your irritated, murder face back in full swing. 
Just as Sebastian was starting to get worried by the awkward silence— doing his best not to fidget— you nodded to yourself and announced, “We should date each other.” 
“…Come again?” 
“We should date each other,” you repeated firmly, leaning up on your elbows again and exuding a confidence that had seemingly come out of nowhere. “I like you, you love me–” Sebastian did his best to not choke on his own tongue, “–we spend so much time together that we’re basically dating anyways. At least, Imelda seems to think so… it seems like a good enough idea to me, if you’re interested.” 
It took Sebastian a few seconds to untangle his tongue enough to reply, but when he did, all he could do was croak, “You want to date me?”
“Yes. I’d like that.” 
“…Are you high? Did you smoke Mallowsweet on your way here?”
You groaned and tipped your head back between your shoulders, very clearly searching for some semblance of patience. “I’m high on sleep deprivation, yes, but that doesn’t make my feelings any less real. They’re there whether I’ve slept or not. It’s actually hell.” 
Sebastian was still flabbergasted, staring down at you helplessly. “Why are you bringing this up now?” 
“I don’t know! I didn’t mean to full-on confess or anything, it just kind of came out that way. You were leaving hickeys on me, and I realized that whenever I wake up tomorrow, I’m gonna feel them and see them and remember how you fucking appeared out of nowhere right when I was wondering if you’d be pissed if I snuck into your dorm at the ass crack of dawn– and then I’ll remember how good you looked leaving them on me and how I totally wanted you to do slow mushy lovey sex stuff to me, and then I’ll probably sleep like shit for weeks fantasizing about that, and–”
“Okay, alright, damn,” Sebastian interjected, his face flushed an impressively dark shade of red.
“You asked,” you mumbled as you half-heartedly picked at the sheets. 
“I did, yeah.” Licking his lips quickly, Sebastian reached forward to rest his hand over yours, dragging his thumb along your knuckles soothingly. “I’d really, really like that. A lot, if I’m being honest. I’ve kind of dreamt about it for a while now.”
Your sheepish smile transformed rapidly into something purely elated, and you flipped your hand over to intertwine your fingers with his own as you playfully mused, “Not the only thing you’ve been dreaming about, apparently.” 
Sebastian laughed again, and this time it was less nervous and more breathless with relief. He leaned forward to brush his lips against yours, resting his free hand on your warm cheek, and you instantly relaxed for him as you tilted your chin up into the kiss as you gave his fingers a tentative squeeze. 
You fell back onto the bed again as you tugged Sebastian over you, loosely hooking your legs around his hips to keep him close. The brunet groaned and leaned into you, and when you threaded your fingers into his hair and pulled him into another kiss, he slipped his tongue between your lips with a shaky sigh– all too eager to put his hands all over you. Luckily you seemed to be of like mind, moaning against his mouth before pulling back just enough to whisper, “Touch me, please.” 
Sebastian nodded ardently and nipped at your flushed lips, shifting his weight to free up his hands so he could better run his palms along your sides. He squeezed gently before dragging one hand down to your still-slick heat, expertly seeking out your tiny bundle of nerves in a bid to reduce you to a mewling, gasping mess. Your spine rounded towards him as soon as he found it– an airy moan ripping from your throat as he pressed tight circles around the nub– and Sebastian swallowed your keening noises greedily. 
“Why are you still wearing these?” You murmured against his plush lips as your finger slipped beneath the waistband of his briefs, tugging softly to convey your request. 
There was no muffling his smug bark of laughter, and a feline smile split his face as he pulled back just enough to plant a featherlight kiss on the tip of your nose. “So impatient,” he teased, intentionally ignoring your hand on his undergarments in favor of sliding one of his skilled fingers through your folds. He replaced the missing finger against your clit with his thumb at the same time he inserted a digit inside of your pulsing walls, and the feeling had your head falling back as your lips parted around a stuttered gasp, your thighs tightening impossibly further around his waist. 
Undeterred, you blindly wiggled your hand under the hem of Sebastian’s underwear and tugged his arousal out with a practiced flick of your wrist. You wrapped your fingers around his girth and gave him a long, tight stroke– squeezing the head in the way you knew he liked– which in turn earned you a rough, wavering moan. Matching Sebastian’s pace was easy, and you stroked him steadily as you leaned up to seal your lips over his pulse to begin working a dark hickey of your own into his sweaty, freckled skin. 
Resting his weight on his free arm, Sebastian leaned closer as he sighed heavily while his brown eyes fluttered shut from the way your mouth felt on his neck. He rocked his hips into your hand and pumped his fingers a few more times inside of you before he was withdrawing the digits to push his briefs down all the way. You merely chuckled against his throat, pulling off of the fresh, blossoming mark with a satisfied hum before you laved your tongue over it. 
Once Sebastian had finally wrestled off his briefs and settled over you again, you tugged him by the neck back into a hungry kiss, and he groaned deeply at the way you moved perfectly against him. As you curled your tongue between his lips, your hands traversed down the broad expanse of his toned back to feel as much of him as you could, pawing encouragingly at his lower back to guide him into a languid, grinding rhythm against you. 
Sebastian let himself follow your lead for a few slow thrusts, but the way your skin felt against his– coupled with the way your quiet moans sounded muffled against his lips– was too tempting to overlook for long. Following a brief, bitey kiss, Sebastian dropped his hand between your legs once again to press at your wet, warm entrance. You shivered at the way his fingers felt against you as he coaxed you into relaxing, and your nails dug into his sculpted shoulders when he mercifully worked two of his thick digits inside of you. A string of moans and praises alike fell from your lips as your head lolled back against the pillows, and the remnants of Sebastian’s restraint began to slip away as a result. 
“Fuck, darling,” he keened breathlessly, unable to take his eyes off of your face as your expression shifted into one of pure pleasure. His buried his fingers to the knuckles, utterly overwhelmed at how tight you were, and he nudged his nose against your cheek as he murmured, “You look so fucking good right now…”
“Y-You may have mentioned that, yeah,” you laughed against his sweat-slick skin, blinking affectionately up at your now-boyfriend as he took in your pliant body beneath him, and the thought imbued you with a fresh sense of desire that you were desperate to act on. “Come on, I want you inside me already.” 
With a wheezy laugh, Sebastian nodded and ducked his head to catch your lips again as he started thrusting his fingers into your pulsing heat. He nibbled gently at your bottom lip when he buried his fingers deep to curl them towards your stomach, which in turn earned him a squeaky little moan that was immediately followed by an impatient wriggle of your hips. Your legs were trembling with barely contained want as you spread them further, and Sebastian took full advantage of the newly acquired space to readjust himself into a more comfortable position. 
By the time you were panting against him and rocking back onto his fingers, Sebastian was more than ready to move things along. He slid his fingers out and pulled away with another quick kiss before sitting up to steady his cock at your entrance. You helpfully wrapped your legs around his waist again, angling your hips towards him with a coy smile on your face until you felt the head of his achingly hard member bump against you. Sebastian flashed you a doting smile in return, and with an unhurried roll of his hips, he was sinking into you with a throaty groan that made your hair stand on end. 
“F-Fuck, you feel so warm– you’re perfect, darling,” he grit through his clenched teeth, plunging himself deeper inch by inch until he had bottomed out completely inside of you. The way your walls fluttered around him made him dizzy with need, but he noted the tension in your shoulders and forced himself to maintain his slow pace so you could get acclimated to the feeling. Sebastian was practically fluent in your stubborn body language by now, and he was nothing if not determined to get you to relax completely. 
Rather than thrusting deeper, Sebastian sighed and licked his lips as he glanced up at your face. You were an incredibly tense person on the best of days, but when you were running on fumes like this, he found it to be even harder to get you to release the mountain of stress you seemingly carried with you at all times. While he was all too used to the frown lines that so frequently cropped up between your brows, seeing them now just made Sebastian want to be even gentler with you– even more careful. 
He lightly nudged your head aside and set to dragging hot, wet kisses down the column of your throat, moaning wantonly at the bare salt of your sweat on his tongue. You shivered and gasped, tilting your head to the side with a low sigh to grant the brunet more access, and before long the combined feeling of Sebastian’s tongue and lips on your neck had you melting under him completely with your eyes blissfully closed. 
“That feels… really good,” you murmured with a low voice. It was pure rapture to feel Sebastian this way; moving slowly inside of you, his lips dancing down your throat and nipping softly at the skin there. His hands eventually crept up the pillows to tangle in your hair, and the enticing feeling of his nails scraping against your scalp was enough to have you tightening around his cock a fraction. 
The praise sent a bolt of confidence through Sebastian, and he moved from your neck back to your lips to slot your mouths together again. He gingerly pulled his hips back before rolling them forward, and when you moved down against him with a shaky breath, it was all the go-ahead he needed to keep going. 
The rhythm he fell into was slow and steady, moving inside you with long, easy thrusts while he ground against your ass every time he buried himself deep. His eyes remained trained on your face, your expression clearly showing how pleased you were to be taken care of. You weren’t squirming in blatant pleasure yet, but Sebastian figured this was a good enough first step. 
“C’mon, Sebastian– you’re putting me to sleep here,” you mumbled playfully, letting your arms rest above your head in the way Sebastian loved to see. His tempo faltered slightly, but your mischievous grin betrayed the legitimacy of the claim; he should’ve known you were simply teasing him, especially when he knew you always got a kick out of taunting him. 
“Oh yeah?” He practically purred, sitting back on his heels to wrap his hands around your hips as he hauled you aggressively into his lap. 
You adjusted to him easily, wiggling your hips in Sebastian’s grasp in a bid to spur him onward. “Yeah… jeez, Sallow, you had one job. Tsk tsk.” 
“Well, shit.” He grinned wickedly down at you as he rolled his hips back, pulling almost all the way out and relishing in the way your face fell briefly. He hovered there for a long, torturous second before he snapped his hips back into you, using his grip to hold you down on his cock as he ground deeper and harder than before. You were left gasping at the feeling, your head falling back as your fingers twisted in the sheets, and before you could recover, Sebastian rasped, “Guess I should fuck you better then, huh?” 
Without giving you room to breathe, Sebastian kept up his agonizingly slow pace, easily pulling you back onto his cock with every firm thrust. He fucked into you evenly– his strong hands controlling the rhythm in the way he knew drove you crazy– and it earned him a cacophony of shaky moans that fell from your flushed, bitten lips. 
“Yeah,” you replied finally, your voice tight and shaky. “You have to keep me up all morning, remember?” 
It was a simple enough statement, but the way it rolled off of your tongue made it sound absolutely filthy. Your raspy voice was dripping with lust, your hot breath panting out between your parted lips, and that was more than enough to light a fire in Sebastian’s blood. 
Groaning roughly, Sebastian paused long enough to hook his arms under your knees to haul them easily over his shoulders. You gasped as the movement lifted you off of your hips– then again when he nipped sharply at the inside of your knee before sucking hard enough to leave another flushed bruise there. The sensation had you squirming in Sebastian’s lap to the best of your ability, moaning breathlessly as he ground into you with a low rumble. 
Once he was satisfied with his mark, the freckled man rubbed his hands slowly down your tense thighs, leaning over you on his hands again so you were effectively bent back and pressed against the sheets. Sebastian leaned more of his weight into you– sinking deeper– and just as you were opening your mouth to urge him on, he started moving again. 
He picked up his pace from before easily, but now, every slow, hard thrust stuffed you full of him, and it didn’t take him long to find the angle that had you gasping sweet little moans with every shaky breath. 
Writhing under him, you arched your back and gasped Sebastian’s name as your hands tightened in the covers above your head and pulled ardently. He was fucking you slowly– but at this angle everything felt so intense– enough so that any teasing pretense you’d previously had was quickly washed away beneath constant, steady waves of pleasure. Your toes curled in the air behind him as your thighs quivered and flexed against his chest, but beyond that, you were entirely at his mercy. 
An animalistic sound reverberated from deep within Sebastian’s chest, and his own fingers gripped the sheets on either side of your head. The view he had of you was fucking insane; between the incredible face you were making, the way every thrust sent electric little sparks all throughout the both of you, and the way your cunt tightened around his cock with every deep thrust– he couldn’t help but moan your name, brainless praises falling from his lips whenever he could string the words together. 
“S-Sebastian,” you gasped, shakily riding your hips up against the brunet’s to meet his every thrust with keening moans. “Sebastian, fuck– more, more, please–”
He made a soft, broken sound at that, then shrugged your knees off his shoulders to let them fall into the bends of his elbows instead. Surging forward, he captured your lips with his and slipped his tongue between them, and you took full advantage of the closer proximity by burying your fingers in his messy, brown curls and pulling him impossibly closer. 
With you bent nearly in half this way, your knees almost touched the sheets and in turn gave Sebastian the room to pull back farther and thrust deeper– managing to maintain his steady rhythm and simultaneously drag his cock hard all along your sweet spot. You were positively shaking under him, gasping pretty, noisy little sounds into your shared kiss as you wound your fingers restlessly through his hair and pulled just to have something to hold onto. Sebastian squeezed his eyes shut and pumped his hips harder, his self-control stretched thin by how perfect you were. 
How you looked, how you sounded, how you felt… he wanted more of you– more of the loud, pleading moans that tumbled from your kiss-swollen lips. 
“Gods, darling–” Sebastian leaned down and sank his teeth into the crook of your neck, pressing his body against yours as much as he could. You bucked up against him and cried out at the sharp, sweet sting of your lover’s teeth, your head writhing against the pillows frantically as your hands fisted in his hair so you could press his face encouragingly against your flushed throat. It pulled a brutal groan from Sebastian as he bit harder, sucking yet another dark bruise into your skin, and the sound you made in response was enough to send his mind spinning.
Your voice echoed off the walls of the bedroom, your loud moans and cries of his name falling freely from your lips as Sebastian marked you mercilessly. The ragged sounds coming out of him almost sounded like growls muffled against your throat, and the feeling of being so full had you arching your back clean off the mattress. Your nails raked viciously down his neck and shoulders before digging into his strong biceps, but the sting from the welting lines only served to rile him up further. 
When you threw your head to the side and began shaking, your voice cracking as you wailed for Sebastian in the way that told him you were close, he pulled his arm out from under your trembling thigh to plant his thumb firmly against your clit and began rubbing tight circles against the overly-sensitive bundle of nerves. As he brought you closer to your climax, gasping filthy praises between stuttered moans, Sebastian sped up his pace until he was pounding his cock into you, doing his best to keep you bent at that perfect angle as he did so. Your entire body seemingly snapped off the bed– arched tight and clinging hard to his larger frame as you clawed your nails down his arms– and your airy voice rose higher and transformed into a desperate, overwhelmed scream that cracked and made Sebastian’s brain go completely blank. 
You shook apart entirely in Sebastian’s arms, tight and blindingly hot around his cock, squirming beautifully under him as he fucked you through your orgasm. Your slick coated his shaft as he relentlessly pumped into you, until the thunderous rush of his own climax crashed down around him. Warm, thick ropes of his cum filled you as he emptied himself inside, and Sebastian swore nothing on this Earth could ever hold a candle to how marvelous the feeling was.
He was vaguely aware of himself moaning your name over and over again– stammering out mumbled praises of good, so good darling, fuck. His hands gripped your hips tight as he curled over you and clung to you for dear life while he mouthed brainlessly against your heated skin. It took both of you a few long minutes to come down from your peaks; you with your arm slung over your eyes, and Sebastian slowly wrapping himself tighter and tighter around you to gather you closer. Even once the trembling had subsided, he couldn’t find a good enough reason to move. He twitched his hips back to pull out– mostly for your sake– but that was about all he could manage. 
“Holy shit,” you rasped out after a while, catching Sebastian’s bleary attention. He blinked up at you and watched as you dropped your arm above your head to stare up at the ceiling, and he hungrily took in the steady rise and fall of your bare chest as you caught your breath. 
He snorted softly and dragged his palms along your still shaking thighs– still loosely draped around his waist. “You alright?” There was something to be said about how pleased he was by the low, smokey sound of his own voice, and evidently you were too, considering how it sent more shivers up your spine. You nodded though, tugging at his shoulder to silently urge him closer. 
Sebastian slithered up until he was close enough to catch your lips, allowing you to pull him into a lazy, sated kiss while your fingers combed through his tangled curls. All too graciously, he melted against you– for once not fighting the desire to affectionately trail his knuckles down the line of your jaw. After a few minutes of languid kissing and mindless touching, Sebastian rolled to the side and let you readjust so you were laying on your side with your back to his chest, giving him the chance to wind his arms around your waist and hold you against him. 
He knew he was meant to be keeping you awake leading up to Potions class, but a few minutes of rest wouldn’t hurt. Beyond a herd of Thestrals stampeding through the room, Sebastian sorely doubted that anything could drag him away from this moment with you. He’d waited long enough for it as it was. 
After turning your assignment in and sitting through a particularly dreadful lesson for an hour, you’d finally been free’d from the shackles of the education system for the weekend, and you’d quickly found yourself sprawled across Sebastian’s bed with the curtains drawn. You were currently dead asleep and likely to stay that way for a while, but the brunet didn’t mind in the slightest. He wasn’t particularly tired, but he was especially interested in lengthy cuddling with his girlfriend, so he had no problem with the current arrangement. 
With his fingers tangled idly in your sleep-mussed hair, Sebastian watched as the bright streaks of daylight moved across the ceiling while you used his chest as a pillow, far too content to be bothered by how damn long it took to get to this point. 
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More Than This - j.uso
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(pairing: jey uso x wrestler!f!reader)
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Jey Uso and (y/n) had been practically inseparable since their days in NXT. From training together to traveling the world, their friendship had blossomed into something truly special. They shared everything, from their dreams and aspirations to their deepest fears and insecurities. But lately, an unspoken tension had crept into their relationship, casting a shadow over their once-unbreakable bond.
It all began with a seemingly innocent conversation with her close friend, Becky Lynch. As they lounged in the locker room after a grueling match, Becky had casually remarked about the undeniable chemistry between Jey and (y/n). At first, (y/n) had brushed off the comment, dismissing it as nothing more than friendly banter. But as days turned into weeks, Becky’s words lingered in her mind like a persistent echo.
Gradually, (y/n) began to see Jey in a different light. She found herself noticing the way his smile reached his eyes, the sound of his laughter echoing in her ears long after he had left the room. She tried to ignore the fluttering sensation in her stomach whenever he was near, but the harder she tried to suppress her feelings, the more they seemed to consume her.
Terrified of what admitting her feelings might do to their friendship, (y/n) began to withdraw from Jey. She avoided spending time alone with him, always finding an excuse to rush off whenever he suggested hanging out. Their conversations became stilted and forced, filled with awkward silences and half-hearted laughter.
Jey, oblivious to the turmoil raging inside (y/n), couldn’t understand what had changed between them. He racked his brain for any sign of what he might have done wrong, but try as he might, he couldn’t come up with a single explanation. And so, he watched helplessly as (y/n) slipped further and further away, feeling a growing sense of unease gnawing at his heart.
One day, unable to bear the distance any longer, Jey finally confronted (y/n) in the hallway. “Hey, (y/n), wait up,” he called out, his voice tinged with desperation. She stopped reluctantly, turning to face him with a forced smile plastered on her lips.
“Why are you freezing me out all of a sudden?” Jey asked, his voice tinged with hurt.
(y/n) swallowed hard, unable to meet his gaze. “I’ve just been busy,” she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.
But Jey wasn’t buying it. “That’s not it, and you know it,” he insisted, his frustration bubbling to the surface. “What did I do, (y/n)? What changed between us?”
Torn between her fear of ruining their friendship and her longing to confess her feelings, (y/n) felt her resolve crumbling. But before she could muster up the courage to speak, she felt a gentle hand on her shoulder.
Turning, she saw Cody Rhodes standing behind her, his expression sympathetic yet probing. “Can I borrow you for a minute, (y/n)?” he asked, shooting a pointed look in Jey’s direction.
Relieved for the interruption, (y/n) followed Cody to a quieter corner of the hallway, her heart pounding in her chest. “What’s going on with you and Jey?” Cody asked, his voice gentle yet insistent.
(y/n) hesitated, unsure of where to begin. But as she looked into Cody’s understanding eyes, the floodgates opened, and she poured out her heart to him. “I think I have feelings for him,” she admitted, her voice trembling with emotion.
Cody nodded knowingly. “And you’re scared of what might happen if you tell him,” he suspected.
(y/n) nodded, tears brimming in her eyes. “I don’t want to lose him, Cody. He means everything to me.”
Cody placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, offering her the support she so desperately needed. “I get it. But sometimes, keeping your feelings bottled up only makes things worse. Maybe it’s time to talk to Jey and be honest with him.”
As (y/n) finished pouring her heart out to Cody, tears streaming down her cheeks, she felt a comforting presence enveloping her. Without a word, Cody wrapped her in a warm embrace, offering her solace in the midst of her turmoil.
Feeling Cody’s strong arms around her, (y/n) let out a shaky breath, her body trembling with emotion. It was a simple gesture, but in that moment, it meant everything to her.
For the first time in what felt like ages, (y/n) allowed herself to truly let go, releasing all the pent-up emotions she had been holding inside. She buried her face in Cody’s shoulder, seeking refuge from the storm raging within her.
Cody held her close, offering her the strength and support she so desperately needed. There were no words, no remarks—just the silent reassurance that she wasn’t alone.
Eventually, as her tears began to subside, (y/n) pulled away from Cody’s embrace, feeling a sense of peace wash over her. She offered him a small, grateful smile, her eyes reflecting the depth of her gratitude.
“Thank you, Cody,” she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Cody returned her smile, squeezing her hand gently. “Anytime, (y/n). I’m here for you, no matter what.”
After her heartfelt conversation with Cody, (y/n) wiped away her tears and gathered her resolve. She knew she couldn't continue to hide her feelings from Jey any longer. With a determined step, she made her way back to where Jey was waiting, her heart pounding with anticipation. Armed with newfound courage, she knew that no matter what happened next, she wasn’t facing it alone.
Spotting him in the hallway, (y/n) approached him slowly, her eyes still red from crying. Jey’s expression softened at the sight of her, concern etched in his features.
“(y/n), what’s wrong?” he asked, his voice laced with worry.
For a moment, (y/n) hesitated, overwhelmed by a flood of emotions. But then, summoning all her courage, she took a deep breath and met Jey’s gaze.
“I need to talk to you,” she said, her voice steady despite the tremble in her hands.
Jey nodded, his concern growing with each passing second. “Of course, (y/n). What’s going on?”
Taking a deep breath, (y/n) gathered her thoughts, her heart pounding in her chest. “I’ve been struggling with something for a while now, and I...I need to get it off my chest,” she began, her voice faltering slightly.
Jey reached out to touch her arm, his concern evident in his touch. “You can tell me anything, (y/n). I’m here for you.”
Feeling a rush of gratitude, (y/n) summoned all her courage and looked Jey straight in the eye. “I’ve been pushing you away because...because I’m scared,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “Scared of losing you if I tell you how I really feel.”
Jey’s brow furrowed in confusion. “How do you feel? And about what?” he asked gently.
(y/n) took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. “I think...I think I’m in love with you, Jey,” she confessed, her voice trembling with emotion.
For a moment, there was silence as Jey processed her words. Then, to (y/n)’s surprise, he reached out and took her hand in his, his eyes shining with warmth and affection.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that,” he said, his voice filled with emotion. “I love you too, (y/n). More than anything.”
Relief flooded through (y/n) as she let herself be pulled into Jey’s arms, feeling happier than she had in a long time. In that moment, she knew that no matter what challenges they faced, their love would always be worth fighting for. And with Jey by her side, she felt like she could take on the world.
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zerobaselove · 11 months
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i'm serious | kim gyuvin
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pairing: best friend!gyuvin x reader
genre: fluff
word count: 669
warnings: none! lowercase intended, not proofread
prompt: 6. "would falling in love with me be so terrible?"
notes: i had about a thousand different directions i wanted to take this but this is what i settled with hhh
after yet another failed date, and failed attempt at getting over your best friend, you couldn't help but feel frustrated as you rambled to said best friend, gyuvin.
you didn't understand what you were doing wrong; people got over feelings all the time, went out on dates and found people that fill the hole in their heart, so why couldn't you? the thought plagued your mind as you let words spill from your mouth without much thought. "i just wish it came easier, like how me and you are."
you were too busy to notice the way gyuvin's eyes lit up at your statement, "i'm literally right here," he gestured to himself, pulling a strange expression to appeal himself, and you couldn't help but laugh. "gyuvin, i'm serious, i can't deal with your jokes right now."
your head fell into your hands, you knew better than to let your friend's humor get your hopes up, you'd let it happen one too many times. not again. one too many times of taking his jokes too seriously and thinking for a moment he could like you back.
"would falling in love with me be so terrible?" he whined, miserably failing at trying to cover up the way your words ripped a whole in his chest.
"well it's not been doing me well so far," you mumbled, words muffled by your hands as you shook your head. gyuvin was a little thankful you couldn't see the way his eyes visibly widened, threatening to fall out of his head with the shock written across his face.
he stuttered for a few moments, unable to form a real thought, simply settling on "what?"
you were done beating around the bush, it was about time you came out with it anyways. it wasn't doing you any good keeping all these feelings in and maybe you'd have an easier time getting over them if they weren’t locked inside your brain. "you heard me, i fell, and look where it's gotten me," you gestured to the state of your bed, tissues strewn about, and then to yourself. "i can't get over you no matter how many dates i go on, because i can't enjoy them, because i just wish i was on them with you."
you took a deep breath, a little apologetic for overwhelming the boy with so many things at once, but you couldn't help it. once you started it was like you had opened the floodgates and every word came out with more force than the last, nearly leaving you panting.
"why would you want to get over me?" his smile got wider by the second, "don't tell me you want to waste me liking you back by just getting over me."
now it was your turn to stutter out a reply, "you what?" simply staring at the boy in front of you. "i swear gyuvin, if this is another one of your jokes," you hesitated for a moment, not even liking the idea, "i will kill you with my bare hands."
gyuvin pretended to think hard for a moment, "hm, well how do you feel about a dead boyfriend? is that really what you want? because i just don't know if i'm ready for that kind of commitment." he tried to stifle a laugh, breaking as soon as a laugh erupted from your own chest, leaving you both in a fit of giggles on your bed.
after you calmed down you broke the silence, "so, boyfriend huh?" you turned to face gyuvin only to see his wide smile once again.
"if you'll let me be, under one condition though." you gave a small hum, urging him to continue. "as long as you don't kill me, i'm too cool to be 6 feet under."
you couldn't stop the smile from tugging at your lips at the boy who was tugging at your heart, giving him a light smack on the arm. "don't do anything too stupid, and we will see."
"i'll try my best."
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ssamorganhotchner · 10 months
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stepdad!hotch fic snippet under the cut: 🩷🩷
A ‘sorry’ is muffled into Aaron’s tear-stained tee shirt as his firm but gentle hand on your back reminds you to breathe, and when he clutches you closer to his chest, he feels his heart shatter into a million pieces. “Shhh,” he soothes. “It’s going to be okay, I promise. Tell me what happened. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”
It was as if your brain had been waiting on those words - for Aaron’s permission to open the floodgates – and 10 minutes later, you still weren’t done.
“Aaron, I-” you stutter, clutching onto the bottom of his shirt, voice cracked and raspy from crying. “I just don’t know why he would do that to me. He told me he would wait until I was ready! And physically? I felt ready, I really did. But mentally? I knew, I knew I couldn’t have sex with him. God, I’m so stupid! I should have just done it and got it over with. No one will ever want to have sex with a fucking twenty-four-year-old virgin!”
Aaron peers down at you, and with the most stoic face you’ve ever seen, asks “Want me to go kick his ass?” It shouldn’t make you laugh, not when you’re so heartbroken, but it does; it makes you belly laugh, and now you’re crying for a completely different reason.
Aaron grins, and as he listens to you laugh in his arms for the first time all night, he doesn't think he’s heard a more beautiful sound in his life. Kissing your hair, he moves his hand to your leg, rubbing soft circles there. “I wouldn’t do that in fear of losing my job,” he chuckles, tilting your head up to meet his eyes, “but I am serious, angel.” Brushing your hair out of your face, he speaks again, and when he does, his voice is softer than before. “There is nothing wrong with you for waiting - nothing at all. The right man, or woman, for that matter, won’t care if you’ve had sex yet or not. Virginity is just a social construct and means nothing, I promise. When you do find that person, they will love you unconditionally and treat you like a queen because you deserve nothing less than that, okay?”
You don't realize it until now - until you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer - that you’ve been subconsciously touching him this entire time. From his arms to his chest, your hands have been touching and caressing every inch of his body you could get your hands on. You told yourself the only reason you were touching him was because he made you feel comfortable, safe even, but if you were honest with yourself you knew there was a bigger reason.
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sirenologyyy · 11 months
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TIME AWAY FROM HOME !
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ao'nung x fem!sully reader
✷ premise : as tensions rise and your family is forced out of the only home you've ever known, fish boy meets forest girl and the rest is history (tragedy)
✷ warnings : kidnapping, swearing, injury, blood, violence, and death
✷ author's note : I've recently just fell down the ao'nung rabbit hole and holy fuck am I enjoying myself so I decided to write an ao'nung fic to feed my delusions further! also, some italicised paragraphs are flashbacks, I didn't italicise some of the dialogue in between them since I had to give some of the words some emphasis.
part 1 of the SOLD OUT OF LOVE series
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Jake never took a strong liking to your mother when they were still humans, if Grace Augustine was snappy, foul-mouthed, and a know-it-all then your mother was somehow every derogatory word in the English language. Jake and her would lock horns almost everytime they spoke, and if you knew how much fights Grace and Jake got into you can double that number and then you'd have the rough estimate of Jake and your mother's daily rows.
But somehow despite all that, Jake knew what lengths he'd go to just to protect your mother, Bettina "Betty" Chacon, a xenoanthropologist who was sent to Pandora two decades after Grace to further study about the natives, the Na'vi, the environment around them, and the complexity of this symbiotic relationship between their God, Eywa.
Unlike Jake and a few selected others who were granted the permission by the RDA to have Avatar bodies, your mother chose to learn about the Natives the hard way, by exopack, even if Norm and Max built her one and was ready at her disposal, she still opted against using it and said she'd rather be caught dead than having to walk around the forest like skinless cookie monster.
After the Sky People had been defeated and Grace Augustine's demise, the humans left Pandora and were sent back to Earth. There were a few who stayed, loyal to the Na'vi like Norm, and Max, some who were too young to even travel in a cryochamber like Spider who was a curly haired devil zipping around camp, and your mother who couldn't travel back to Earth because she was carrying you.
She had fooled around after her Grace and her older sister Trudy's death, drank, slept with other scientists, soldiers, threw herself in her work, never slept, never ate, always drinking, drinking, drinking, because she feared of what may come when she finally stopped and stood still and let the feelings wash over her like she had been barricading the floodgates this entire time, fearing she wasn't strong enough and that the gates would break open and she'd be caught up in a maelstrom.
She'd finally singed her liver, was what Jake always said when he'd come home to Neytiri after spending an afternoon at the lab, checking up on Betty making sure she was taking care of herself and that he didn't have to skewer Max and Norm like a shish kebab as he thought he would. Alongside Neteyam his budding archer, Kiri his compassionate little girl, and he had to worry about an ex-alcoholic scientist friend of his with a baby on the way.
Still though, it was too quick. How she was just taking a shower and started seizing in the bathroom, how her brain started hemorrhaging as they placed her onto the operating table, her vitals worsening by the second. They were forced to deliver you, even if you weren't ready to come out yet. Jake barely made it, able to hear Betty's last words, how she was with Grace, with Eywa, to take care of you, and tell you to keep going even if the world tells you stand down, to never give a fuck about anyone who made you feel less of yourself, that you were Betty Chacon's kid, and nothing could ever change that.
With one last push your screams rang out, and your mother forever silenced.
Your mother never decided on a name, didn't even want to find out if you were a girl or a boy so Jake chose your name in her stead, Neytiri wasn't fond of it, so she took it upon herself to give you a better name, a Na'vi name. Funnily enough, the second time that day, for a few hours earlier she had given birth to a child as well, a boy, whom they named Lo'ak.
Despite that, you grew up in the lab with Norm, Max, and Spider who was just a couple years older than you and made sure you remembered it. Unlike Spider though, you get winded down easily, which is why he wins all the races, he couldn't even break a sweat from chasing you and tagging you, and in hide and seek you always get found first because he'd be finished counting and you'd still be looking for a place to hide.
"You're doing that on purpose" You called out, narrowing your eyes at your older sister, Kiri who kept sticking her ikran closer to yours. Your ikran Hína, squawking in indignation and swaying to the side.
"Doing what?" She wonders, almost clueless.
You click your tongue against the roof of your mouth. "You're drifting, if you piss off my ikran i'm going to chop your tail off"
She laughs at you. "I'd like to see you try, you skxawng"
Suddenly, Neteyam appears in between the both of you, your ikrans making way. "guys, respectfully, can you two shut up?"
You see Kiri rolling her eyes. "Go mind your own business, jack off"
This makes you snort, watching as Neteyam turns his head towards you. "Yeah, piss off posterboy"
He winces sardonically. "It's really hard not to, seeing as all I can hear from the front is you two yapping"
"We'll keep it down then" You compromised.
"Thank you " says Neteyam, shaking his head finally moving away leaving you and Kiri alone.
As a child it was infuriating to have everyone around you treat you like you were fragile cargo, they still kept on the baby proofing they installed since Spider was born, only doubling it when they realized how a little bruise could swell up and cause you unease and discomfort, if you started sniffling and coughing out of nowhere it meant 2 weeks rest and Neteyam, Kiri, Lo'ak, and Spider couldn't bring you outside, they made the most out of it though, you taught them how to play Uno, as three 6-feet tall tweens force themselves to fit inside your cube sized room.
Due to lack of sunlight your skin would start to turn sallow, you were lanky, every cut bled out abnormally fast, they tested you for hemophilia but when the tests came back you were in the all clear, no hemophilia, no leukemia, no anemia either. They didn't know what was wrong with you.
They traced it to your birth, since your fetus had been placed under a lot of stress from your mother's premature labour and her brain aneurysm it had a lasting effect on you.
You remember how when you were 8 though, you had all snuck out mere minutes before eclipse because Lo'ak and Spider kept bragging about this secret spot in the forest that had the coolest view of the Omaticayan village without having to climb up so high to be able to see it. When it had started to rain Neteyam warned everyone to turn back, realizing that it had already been their curfew and that Max and Norm might be sending out a search party to find you and that you could come visit it tomorrow, but you, who had just left the lab and experienced what rain felt like on your skin for the first time said no and told him to stop acting like a scaredy cat, to which the others were happy to jump on and called Neteyam a scaredy cat as well.
So you all trekked the forest in the dark, Lo'ak started pulling at people's tails and denying that it was him until you gave him a taste of his own medicine and pulled his tail which made him scream and start running away, Neteyam chased after him, so did Kiri, and Spider pulled you onto his back as you ran after them. After a while though, you couldn't hear their screeches anymore so Spider put you down and told you to stay put as he went to go and find them.
You waited and waited but when he didn't come back you decide to find them and you eventually did, all grinning and out of breath, Lo'ak decides to race everybody to the spot and everybody else began running after him, not that they wanted to beat him
Spider was tired at that point and told you that you two should just walk instead, but you take off, feeling the raindrops land on your head and back, the cold wind lapping up at your face as you followed the blurry figures of Neteyam and Kiri until Lo'ak jumped out from behind a tree and scared you, you had jumped in fear, giggling and turning around to scold him but you slipped, fell down, and cracked your skull open, rolling onto the rushing river, the last thing you could hear was Lo'ak screaming your name.
"Eywa, my tailbone is killing me" you whined, only loud enough so that Kiri could hear, but it seemed like her mind was elsewhere.
"I don't think it'll hurt for much longer" She replies, making your eyebrows knit together before you turn your head and finally see the Metkayina village growing larger and larger, more vivid, more detailed. The locals wasted no time in giving you a proper welcome, with spears drawn out and menacing looks.
"Tough crowd" you mutter to Lo'ak, who you felt walking up to you.
He scoffs in agreement. "Tell me about it, someone's gotta show these people how to loosen their collars a little" He comments, earning a little snigger from you.
You slap his arm. "Bro, look at that guy" You tell him, nodding at one of the warriors whose face morphed into a tight sort of enraged expression. Lo'ak sees it and laughs through his nose.
"He looks like he's about to pop a nerve"
"He looks like he's constipated"
The both of you snicker to yourselves again.
Your sprightly mood was short-lived when you spot two teenage boys making their way towards you, the next thing you knew they were laughing right behind you.
"What is that?" One of them says. "Is that supposed to be a tail?"
The taller one out of the two takes your tail in his hands, making you flinch and turn around. "Definitely not, how would you swim with it? Too small, too weak, might as well be a piece of fabric, maybe then it would have more use"
They laugh in unison, feeling your ears turn hot. Once they started walking away you flick your tail harshly against the taller one's backside, you hear him yelp and turn around, his aquamarine eyes narrowing to slits.
"Sorry," You make out, trying to stifle a smile. "It has a mind of its own sometimes"
You think you hear him hiss at you but you were too busy trying to avert Neytiri's sharp gaze to be sure, Lo'ak though, once the two Metkayina boys were out of earshot, started to snort, you clear your throat, an attempt at passing off the giggle that had fortuitously escaped your lips. You were sure Neytiri was a second away from pulling your ears back to the Omaticayan village when the Olo'eyktan arrived on his Tsurak, making his way through the crowd to greet Jake.
They exchange pleasantries, so did you and your siblings, placing your hand to your head and bringing it down to your stomach. The chief did not spare another second to get to the point, wondering why Toruk Makto was here in the Reef with his family.
"We seek Uturu" says Jake as a chorus of gasps went off.
"Uturu? " Ronal repeats in disbelief.
"A sanctuary, for my family" He says, eyeing Ronal as she took Neytiri's tail to further scrutinise it, then turning to Tuk. "Their arms are weak" she backs away from Ronal, scurrying to Jake in a panicked state.
She rounds on Kiri this time, observing her tail. "Their tails are weak," says Ronal, taking the older girl's tail into her hands making her cringe and swat Ronal's arm away. "You will be slow in the water"
Then she grabbed both of Kiri's hands, turning them so her palms faced upwards, ten fingers. "These children, are not even true Na'vi!"
To your horror, she rounds on you and grabs your hand, raising it to the sky so that everybody could see all 4 of your fingers. "They have demon blood!" She screamed, you keep your head down in shame, in anger, you feel your ears drooping as you stared at the sand, hearing the blasphemous gasps and hisses that reverberated around you.
"Look!" Jake exclaimed, raising his hand in front of Ronal. "Look, look! I was born of the Sky People and now I am Na'vi, you can adapt alright? We can adapt"
After what seemed like forever Tonowari finally agreed to let your family stay with them, learn their ways, live life like the Reef People. You try and shake it off, already unpacking your things off of Hína who was no doubt as worn out as you were, Tsireya, the Chief's daughter began leading you the way into the village, you try and ignore the fact that mothers were pulling their children farther away from you, the whispers that followed you, the lingering looks.
Suddenly, you feel the woven pathway beneath you dipping, someone was walking up to you. When you turn around he was already there, the boy, from earlier, donning a prideful smirk as he sized you up, observing the amount of things you had been carrying. "How are you carrying that? I'd expect your arms to snap off by now"
"How are you walking? I'd expect your body to sway with that swelled head of yours"
You hear him hum. "You'd be surprised, I have been doing just fine the past 16 years"
"I pity your mother then" You tell him, not looking his way.
"Why?" He asked.
"She hasn't found a cure for you yet" you reply, not bothering to look at his reaction. "Whatever Eywa has cursed you with, she definitely did not hold back" you chuckled. "I have not seen anyone who has made her so angry to have cursed you with such a malady and allowed you to keep walking the face of Pandora, maybe if I keep telling you the truth, unlike your parents who keep feeding you lies and falsehoods then maybe your head would shrink to the actual size of your brain"
You continue. "I haven't been here long enough but I pity your people, not only is their future Olo'eyktan a half-wit, but you'd be having trouble finding your next Tsahík, every woman must be running the other direction with that hideous face of yours"
"I wouldn't be too sure about that" He laughed, waving at a few girls who were gathered by the entrance of a Marui, they see him and they giggle amongst themselves.
You turn to him. "Are the ladies of Awa'atlu so easily won over by a charming smile and nothing else?"
He tilts his head to the side, the edges of his mouth curling up to a smirk. "Charming? You find me charming?"
You scoffed at him. "I find you as attractive as a pile of íkran feces, but then again you are what you eat"
He blinked at you. "I will have you know that you are still speaking to the son of the Olo'eyktan-"
You stop walking and he screeches to a halt. "-do you think that I would drop to my knees, kiss at your feet and apologise?"
He half-shrugged, watching his eyes flick downward then upward to your face. "I would not hold it against you" He replies.
"I do not bow down to anyone" You told him. "Especially not to a man"
"Well then you haven't met me yet"
You feel your jaw tighten. "Whatever jackass, you aren't worth my time anyway" you spat, turning around and walking after your family.
He laughs. "I look forward to our talks in the future Forest Girl!"
Shouting another insult his way would catch your family's attention, so you flipped him the bird until you rounded a corner and disappeared from his line of sight.
"Yo, where were you?" Lo'ak wonders when you suddenly appeared at his side.
About to throw hands with the Olo'eykyan's son, you don't say. "I just had to catch my breath, nothing serious" you tell him instead.
You see his face soften. "You good baby sis? I could take a few, lighten your load-"
You shake your head at him adamantly. "No, no, I'm good, I'm serious," this does not convince him as he messes up your hair making you slap his hand away, pointing at his face as he laughs. "if you touch my shit I'm gunna kick your ass so hard you'll be pulling tail hairs out of your mouth for a month"
"Fine," He laughed, straightening himself up. "suit yourself"
You began walking again, allowing Lo'ak to go first as you tried to bring up the rear. Just when you've given him a false sense of security you tugged at his queue making him lose his balance and hiss, you bolt out of there, dancing past your siblings, ignoring their complaints before Lo'ak could even touch the end of your tail.
It had taken them a long time before they managed to find your body, Neteyam and Lo'ak braving the gushing river to find you while Spider and Kiri ran back to the village to get some help. Your exopack had been shattered, they weren't sure for how long, Neteyam had to perform CPR on you until Jake and the others came.
They transported you back to the lab in a helicopter, you remember that. Everytime they increased the voltage of the defibrillator the faster Lo'ak's mind went, the faster Spider's heartbeat went, Kiri was inconsolable, Neteyam was on the verge of a breakdown, Jake tried to keep it together, gain some composure if it was even possible but ultimately failed.
He had lost your mother 8 years ago to a head injury, if he loses you as well then Eywa really had it in for him.
When they brought you back to the lab you had been under a medically induced coma for several months. The Sullys visited you a lot, Neteyam telling you stories of the hunts he'd go on, how he promised he would teach you archery when you woke up, Kiri confiding her deepest secrets to you, what plants she'd discovered, what poultices she learned to make with her grandmother, how in the dead of night Spider would bring a pillow and a blanket and camp next to your bed if he couldn't sleep, Jake would come and tell you stories of your mother, how she would have wanted you to fight, how she would have wanted you to stay, so did Neytiri, she'd sing you songs, pray for you, she even started you a song cord and told you that when you woke up you and her would continue it together.
Though out of all of them, the one who visited you the most was Lo'ak, he was the one who made you fell, and ever since that day guilt had overcame him swallowed him whole, he'd sit with you for hours, apologising, telling you it didn't matter if you didn't wanna play with him anymore, if you didn't wanna talk to him anymore, if you didn't want to watch old cartoons with him anymore, if you hated him forever, as long as you woke up.
"Why does she have to suffer so much Dad?" He asked Jake as they watched over you one night. "She never met her mom, she never met her dad, she's always sick, now she's going to die and it's because of me"
"She isn't going to die" Jake interjects.
Lo'ak shook his head, staring at his hands. "I heard Max and Norm, Dad, they said if she didn't wake up soon she'd be in a ve-vegetitative state forever" He managed, as his breathing became more ragged. "I didn't know what they meant but then Spider told me... and- and I don't want that to happen Dad, she's only 8, she hadn't even reached the- the two number age yet an-and she's going to die and it's all my fault"
Jake places a hand over Lo'aks shoulder. "Look son, don't let your guilt eat away at you, everything happens for a greater reason. Y/N wouldn't want to see you so down in the dumps all of a sudden would she? No, she wants to see you happy-"
A fat tear rolls down Lo'ak's cheek. "-But it's so hard to be happy dad," He sniffled, looking up at Jake with glossy eyes. "I just want her to wake up, I don't want her to go yet" He sobbed, rolling his hands into fists as he wipes the tears from his eyes. "I don't wanna pretend I'm happy, I don't want to keep hoping she's coming back, I want her to come back now" Lo'ak wailed.
Jake takes Lo'ak's shuddering body into his arms, letting him cry on his chest as he placates him, running a hand over his head as he looks at you, so pale, so still, lying on the gurney with a tube sticking out of your mouth and wires attached to your arms, the soft beeping of the machine and the wheezing of your breathing apparatus.
"Yeah, so do I"
Ironically enough, eclipse started to dawn on you when your father called all of you back to your Marui for a family meeting, much to Lo'ak's chagrin.
"Remember?" Neteyam admonishes, grabbing Lo'ak's arm and pulling him inside the pod. "Family meeting?"
"Alright, come on, take a knee let's go"
You do as he says, glancing at your big brothers who followed suite.
"Okay," Jake begins. "I need you kids on your best behavior" He says, his accent slipping through.
"I mean it, learn fast, pull your weight" He looks at Lo'ak. "Don't cause trouble" Then, he looks at you. "Got it?"
You couldn't help but sigh. "Yes sir"
You ears pick up on sniffling from your left, you turn your head and see Tuk crying. "I want to go home" She says, wiping her eyes with her wrists.
"Tuk," your Dad began, taking her little hand in his. "This is our home now, okay? We're gunna get through this, we do this, we have eachother's backs"
"What does your father always say?"
You resist rolling your eyes at the catchphrase that comes to mind. "Sullys stick together" You mumbled, quieter than your brothers.
"That's right, Sullys stick together, now this time with some feeling"
On Eywa. "Sullys stick together" You say with your brothers.
"Alright" says your father, seemingly satisfied. "Dismissed"
You all stand up, Tuk and Kiri getting out of the hut first, your older sister convincing your youngest sister that if she stopped crying they could go play in the shallow water and find seashells, this instilled a bright spark in Tuk as she began jumping in joy in no time.
You decide to hang out with your brothers again, just like what you had been doing before you've all been called into the pod.
"Y/N, hang back for a sec"
This makes all 3 of you stop walking, your brothers turn to you and you nod at them in acknowledgement, pointing your chin towards the beach. Neteyam nods as well, heading out, Lo'ak touches your forearm before he follows Neteyam.
You turn to Jake who places an arm on your shoulder, leading you towards one of the driftwood stumps that acted as chairs.
He looks at you, peering over his amber eyes. "What's up Lite Brite? You doing okay?"
You wince at that nickname, the nickname your father called you ever since you were a kid, even before you were Na'vi. "I'm fine" You insist.
"Hey, don't lie to your old man"
"I'm not" You insist, looking down at the floor.
"I know it's a lot of change baby," He began, you turn to look at him. "It's a lot to deal with at the moment but you're strong, I know you are"
You let out a scoff of disbelief making Jake chuckle in confusion. "What?"
"You kept telling me that when I was a kid you don't need to keep telling me now"
"The advice I give ain't half bad kid, you gotta learn that it wouldn't be a bad idea to start listening to me once in a while, yeah?"
"Yeah" You smile, ducking your head.
Your Dad grinned, tussling your hair. "Yeah" He replied fondly. "You're my strong little lady"
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"Should we just... follow them in?"
You were the first one to stop leaning over the diving platform to look at your brothers, specifically to Neteyam who had been standing on your right. "Well yeah, unless you're too much of a pussy to jump in"
He looks up and laughs, walking up to you to place both his hands on your shoulders. "If you're so keen on following them in baby sis, maybe you would like to go in first?"
You shrug his hands off, pushing his chest away from you as he cackles. "Not a chance, jackass"
"It's only fair Y/N" Lo'ak chimes in. "They're gunna be wondering why we took so long to follow them"
You groan, your shoulders slumping. "On Eywa, when will I ever catch a break?"
"Hey, Y/N what is that?" Lo'ak asks, pointing at the water.
"What's what?"
"There!" He exclaims, pointing at it again. "It's right there! Can't you see it?"
You frown, leaning further into the dock, trying to scan the water for anything that your brother might be pointing at. "I don't see anything"
You tried to turn around to look at Lo'ak but you feel Lo'ak's arms wrap around you, feeling the both of you fall over the dock and into the water, Neteyam following shortly afterward. You swim up to Lo'ak to tug at his ear, a swarm of bubbles escaping Neteyam's mouth as he laughs. The three of you spot shadows coming from above you and try to swim away before Kiri or Tuk body slams into you.
You swim after the Metkayina kids into the reef but soon after you feel your lungs start to burn. You look at your siblings, already swimming up to the surface, you try and follow them up, gasping for air once your head broke the water. Once you all managed to catch your breath you dip your heads into the water again, seeing Tsireya smile up at you, doing something with her hands. You frown and you shrug at her, turning to your siblings for support but realizing they had no clue what she was saying either. Watching as they swam up to the surface to join you.
"You're too fast, wait for us!" Tuk wailed, rubbing at her eye.
"Just breathe" says Tsireya.
"You are not good divers" Ao'nung intones. "Maybe good at swinging through trees but-" He stops to laugh at his own joke but was quickly silenced when Tsireya slaps the side of his head.
"Come on bro" Lo'ak groaned, turning to look at Neteyam, almost as if he was waiting for him to say something.
"We don't speak this finger talk" says Neteyam. "We don't know what you're saying"
"I will teach you" Tsireya tells him.
"Where is Kiri?" Rotxo suddenly wonders. Everyone starts looking for her, calling for her, except for Ao'nung who was too busy looking at his reflection in the water to know who Kiri was.
What a fucking parrot.
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It was the second month of you in a coma when you start crashing all of a sudden, your usually quiet room now had several scientists running in and out trying to bring you back for it was a win lose situation, if they played their cards right they might be able to stabilize you and keep you in your medically induced coma or they might just lose you altogether.
It was Jake who decided to tell Norm and Max to transfer you into an Avatar body, the Avatar body they've been building for you since your 1st birthday.
It evened out the odds a little bit when they found a heartbeat in your new body, they rushed you out of the lab and brought you to the Tree of Souls, Jake knowing all too well where he's seen this before. Mo'at was reluctant, she's seen how frail you were, how weak you were as a child, she did not want to keep Jake's hopes up when things didn't go the way he wanted it to. So they waited, and waited, and waited, hoping that you were strong enough to pass through the Eye of Eywa.
And you were.
Just barely.
Ever since then you'd been living with Jake and Neytiri, having your own hammock, taming your ikran, not needing to wear shoes which was fun now that Norm and Max weren't yelling at you every 10 seconds to put some on, it felt nice that you could catch up to Lo'ak and Neteyam, that you didn't have to catch your breath every so often, that you could learn how to fight.
Your human self would never be able to survive breathing training with the Metkayina, let alone with Ao'nung.
The next day bright and early, you, your siblings, the Olo'eyktan's children, and Rotxo all met up at the beach per the agreement the night prior. Tsireya had paired herself up with Lo'ak and Tuk, paired Rotxo with Kiri and Neteyam, leaving you and Ao'nung.
"I do not understand what I am doing wrong" you huffed, ridding your face of water.
"Everything " Ao'nung replies. "Everything you are doing is wrong "
"I'm breathing from my gut like you told me to, I'm calming my mind like you told me to, is there a possibility that you might just be a shit teacher?"
He rolls his eyes. "Attitude won't help you here, Forest Girl"
Your eyes widen a centimeter in half-shock. "Oh and you will?"
"Just shut up and try again" He snapped, nodding at the seabed. "Go on" He insists when he sees your irritated expression.
You huff again. "If I pass out and don't make it back up it's going to be your fault"
Ao'nung gives you a smile. "Good, the world could use a little less of you anyway"
You wanted to roll your eyes at him but decided not to. With an inhale, an exhale, and a bigger inhale you dive down again, trying to feel as calm and as free as possible, maneuvering yourself through the schools of fish to reach the seabed quicker, but a troupe of the jellyfish looking creatures started to block your path towards the reef, you tried swimming up, no go, you decide to swim under them but you were too afraid to get stung, your only option was to wait them out but once your chest started to feel like it was about to cave in on itself you defeatedly swam up to the surface, gasping for air.
"I can't- I can't do it" you manage, feeling the tumultuos rise and fall of your chest as it yearned for air, hearing Ao'nung's despondent groaning.
"Are you even trying?" He exclaimed.
"I am!" You retalliate tiredly, rubbing your eyes as it stung from the salt.
"Then act like it!" He yelled. "It's bad enough I am stuck teaching a bunch of half-breeds I have to be paired with the densest most incompetent student ever"
You couldn't help the scoff that left your lips; you couldn't believe you had to deal with some snotty airhead when you could've had someone as understanding as Rotxo or as sweet as Tsireya. "do the world a favour and go fuck yourself"
Ao'nung narrows his eyes at you. "I've seen babies breathe better underwater than you"
"Keep running your mouth like that and I'll stop you from breathing forever" You threatened him acidly.
"I'd like to see you try"
You cock your head to the side. "Don't threaten me with a good time"
Just then, Ao'nung sighs greatly at you, raising his hand above the water to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Look, Forest Girl, are you afraid?"
You blinked. Then you blink again. You open your mouth to retaliate with some witty comeback but no sound left your lips, you shut it closed, trying to save whatever was able to salvage of your dignity. "I'm not afraid" you finally tell him.
"If you aren't afraid then diving would be easy for you, fear is clouding your mind, it is holding you back" He reasoned with you, for a second you almost believed that you weren't talking to a boy that looked like a radioactive frog, he was actually starting to make sense. It frightened you. "Nothing will come at you stupid girl, we are too close to the shore to be near real danger"
There it was.
"So i just... need to grow some balls and do it?"
Ao'nung's face contorts. "Grow... what? "
"Dosen't matter" You quickly reply, hoping he'd learn to brush it off.
"Try again," Ao'nung starts. "Remember to calm yourself Forest Girl, there will not be anything to hurt you here, the way of water has no beginning and no end, the sea is around you and in you. Remember that"
You nod reluctantly, turning your gaze to the distorted seabed below you.
He peers over his eyes to look at you. "What... do you want me to hold your hand on the way down?"
You give him a look. "No thanks... I might contract some disease"
He laughs. "Then go"
You take a big breath and dive again, feeling yourself being one with the sea, gliding and drifting, keeping your mind blank as you finally reached the reef, propelling yourself through the mounds of coral that grew from the sand. You were able to spot the shell that Ao'nung threw into the water this morning, quickly snatching it and swimming up to the surface, feeling the sunlight pepper your skin as you resurfaced.
"I did it! I did it!" You exclaim, waving the shell in Ao'nung's face as you hear him laugh, loud and raucous, only fueling the triumphant fire that roared in your chest.
"I'm impressed" He says, taking the shell from you, your fingertips feathering over the other. "Maybe you aren't so incompetent after all"
You feel a small smile stretching across your face. "Maybe not"
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part 1 done! wow that was real fun to write, anyways stay tuned for part 2! Hope u enjoyed <3
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iknowyuu · 1 year
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hey !! could you write something with sieun having an airhead reader like she is a little bit dumb but she is really kind ! thank you if you do so ^^ i think that would be a fluff with a she/her reader thank you again !!
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kdrama!sieun x reader
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tags: gender neutral reader, teasing, sieun is kinda mean if you squint, airhead/dumb reader, cursing
note: idk how to feel ab this one sjjssj, hope you enjoy anonnie !!
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"hey sieun,"
he stopped reading the textbook in front of him to take out the earpods he had on, looking in your direction, signaling for you to continue.
"do you have any paper i could borrow?"
"no." he turned back around, going back to resume the work he was doing.
"ya, sieun!" you cocked your head to the side as you stood in front of him, "don't you ever eat lunch?"
the boy stared up at you, his gaze on the verge of a glare. "no." he went back to his work.
"but, how can you work with an empty stomach?"
he took a deep breath in, then out. he ignored you, hoping you'd go away. you stared at him for several more seconds before walking away. finally, he was left alone to finish his work before the break was over.
not for long though, apparently. minutes passed by before you came back. "sieun!! i got you some food! you must be so hungry, studying so hard all day," you placed a roll of gimbap and water bottle onto his desk. "how do you do that, anyway? my brain starts to hurt if i read for too long." you pouted. sieun knew you would not leave him alone if he ignored you, you were too...dense to realize he did not want to talk to you. he exasperatedly placed his pencil onto his desk, unwrapping the food in front of him. you smiled, seeing as you finally got him to do something other than say "no" or sigh.
whether he liked it or not, sieun unknowingly opened the floodgates for you to treat him more than a classmate. you met with him in the hallways, walking with him to class. you somehow managed to beat him to the classroom everyday, and you'd chat his ear off as he tuned you out. he found out that if he kept nodding you'd think he was listening. the thing is though, the more you did the things you did everyday, the more he came to expect it, and as a result, not mind it.
you began to buy him breakfast from the convienience store every morning: yogurt, a triangle gimbap, and a mini vitamin c drink. at first he denied them, but he quickly became accostomed to only having the gimbap, then trying the yogurt, then eventually having everything with you. you'd always turn a desk around to in front of his, making a make-shift table.
lunch was the same, you'd buy lunch and sit with him, talking about whatever popped into your mind. soon enough he started to listen. one could say he even.. liked it.
only a little though- yeah. a little. nothing could get in the way of his studies, he told himself.
that's to say he was more than a little shocked when one day he walked into the class at his usual time and you weren't there. maybe you woke up late? he tried to reason with his growling stomach. when you finally arrived in class with just a minute to spare, you didn't give him a glance.
days went by where you didn't bother speaking to him, and sieun felt very conflicted. he didn't know what to do in this type of situation, literally having no experience. but after lots of thinking, he decided it'd be best to ask you himself instead of wasting time speculating.
he knew your route home was along the way to his, and finally taking the intiative, he watched you as you walked home, following you from a distance. he couldn't place a finger on why it felt weird.
a minute, then two, then eventually five went by before you noticed anything suspisious. you would glance behind you and notice him- at first you assumed he was just on his way home, but after he passed the turn to his place, you were on alert.
sieun didn't even know what his plan was at this point; he at first wanted to talk to you before he passed his apartment, but it was way too late for that now, so he made the desision to pick up his pace and meet you at the point you were at.
as you heard the rapidly approaching footsteps, you whipped around, tired of the nagging that someone was watching you, ready to confront it head on. "what do you want!?" sieun almost jumped at the suddeness of your outburst, watching as tears welled up in your eyes. "i finally fucking understand, you don't have to pity me. clealy i'm too dumb to hang out with you because it took me this long to figure it out." you immediately regretted the words that left your mouth, feeling the embarrassment creeping up your body. he watched as you began walking away, finally making a move to catch up with you and grab your shoulder. "wait," he watched as you tried to shake him off, but was unable to due to the force he used to spin you around. "it's not like that.
i'm.. sorry i made you feel that way. please don't think i don't enjoy your company." he maintained eye contact with your tear stained eyes, "i appreciate it when you buy meals for me..." it took a bit for him to finish, "i don't think you're dumb." he watched the expression on your face, trying to detect any change in response to his words.
however, it wasn't anything as he expected, the tears that were trapped in your eyes escaped and your face scrunched up with sadness. "oh," sieun stood shocked. he thought you'd feel better. he didn't know what to do.
luckily, he didn't need to, as you stepped forward and embraced him. "..thank you.. i really needed to hear that." you mumbled into his collarbone, hiding your face in his jacket. you missed him a lot.
he didn't say anything as he hesitated to wrap his arms around you. just as quickly as you'd hugged him, you let him go, instead opting to hold his hand. your red eyes and tear stained cheeks were the only evidence that you'd been crying, the smile adorning your face proving otherwise. sieun looked down at your hands as you spoke, "let's go out to eat, okay? you must be hungry from all those missed meals," he looked back at you and nodded. your face turned from his as you pulled him along, and he couldn't help but feel relieved. finally, he had you back.
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sebsallowapologist · 9 months
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Little Bird || Part 5
Sebastian Sallow x F!MC - 7th Year
Rated: 18+
Warnings:  cursing, being overworked, exiling yourself from your friends. 
Author’s Note: it has come to my attention while re-playing the game that I’ve been spelling Garreth wrong, in my defense autocorrect also thinks its “Gareth” so I feel like I should have a pass.
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I took my sweet time getting ready that morning, brushing my hair and teeth meticulously before putting on my robes and leaving for breakfast. I’d hoped that by dragging my feet the dining hall would be mostly empty and I could just swipe a few things before going to class. 
Of course - I was not that lucky, Sebastian was standing outside of the Ravenclaw dormitories, leaning against the wall, his arms crossed in front of his chest. 
When he sees me talk out the door he stands up straight, moving his bag filled with his school supplies to his other shoulder. “I was beginning to worry I’d missed you.”
“Running late.” I mumble, not completely over the fight we’d had the evening before. 
Sebastian easily keeps up with me as we walk down the stairs, “I needed to apologize.” He says and I blush, “I was the one who set the Undercroft on fire.” I sigh, embarrassed by my outburst. 
“I deserved it. I had been pushing you too hard and I shouldn’t have done that.” He says, grabbing my arm so we stop walking down the stairs and he can turn to face me. “I’m sorry, Bird.” He says and pulls me into his chest, wrapping his arms around me tightly. “I hate when we fight.”
Fighting seems to be the only thing I’m good at lately. 
I want to give in, just squeeze him around the middle as tightly as I can and say it’s all water under the bridge, but his face last night, the pure fear in his features was burned into my brain. I’d never forget it. 
“Sebastian.” I sigh and pull back. “I just. I’m running late, okay?”
“No.”
“What?” 
“I said no, it’s not okay. It’s not going to be okay until I’ve made up with my best friend.” God he’s so fucking stubborn. 
“We’ve made up, Seb. We’re fine. I just really am running late today.” I lie. “I told Professor Weasley I would meet her before lessons started today and I’m afraid won’t make it in time.” 
“O-Oh.” He says, not really able to argue with that, even though I can tell he doesn’t fully believe it. I don’t often lie to him, and it’s making me feel a little sick.
“Maybe we can have lunch? Or do a dinner with the little beasties, yeah? Ominis hasn’t been bothered by the Nifflers in some time. I think we could go for a laugh.” He suggests, pulling at threads.
“Yeah.” I give a half hearted smile. “Maybe we’ll do dinner.” With that as my farewell I turn and start taking the stairs as quickly as I can without breaking out into a full run, and head to a floo flame. 
To make myself into less of a liar I do go toward Professor Weasley’s classroom. Ever since Fig had died my fifth year, she’d become my confidant. She’d been a tremendous help my sixth year when I was stressed out about school, about trying to rebuild my friendships after everything. 
I slip into her classroom and move to the back, knocking on the door. No one was waiting in the room so I assume she didn’t have a class this period. 
She calls for me to come in and I crack open the door, walking into her pristine office. She was always so put together in my eyes, well for someone who was practically running the school without the title of headmaster. “Good Morning, Professor.” I smile lightly at her and she gestures to the little sitting area sitting by a window. “How nice to see you, how has your term been so far?”
I felt the immediate urge to lie, to tell her that everything was alright, that my year was going beautifully. I didn’t want her to think I was failing, but at this point I wasn’t sure what much of an option I had. 
As soon as I opened my mouth the floodgates broke. I told her about me struggling in lessons, about not being able to contain my magic, or stop myself from fighting with my friends. My the end I had fully lost control of my emotions and I was just sobbing into the sleeve of my robes. 
“Oh deary.” She sighs and comes around to sit on the same couch as me, putting her hand around my shoulders and rubbing my arm comfortably. “And on top of all of it.” I sob. “I’ve got bloody boy problems.”
She lets out a laugh that breaks me from my train of thought. “I know it seems silly, given the rest of it, but really these boys are driving me mad.” I giggle a little, wiping the tears off my face, taking deep breaths to calm down. 
“I’m sorry to break it to you, but they never get better.” Professor Weasley smiles. “I didn’t think so.” I sigh. 
“Does one of these mad boys happen to be my nephew?” 
I blush, answering her question for her. “I can tell him to leave you alone if you wish.” She smiles kindly and I shake my head. “No! No- I think he’s actually quite... charming.” God was this awkward to talk about with his aunt. “But-”
“The Sallow boy?” She asks and my mouth drops open, I’m sure I look like a fish out of water. “How did you know that?!”
“As much as we try to act above it all the teachers do talk. We all thought you were...” She trails off and I shrug. “He doesn’t like me like that, and... he knows about my magic how I don’t always... act normally. It scares the Jesus out of him.” I sigh, “I can’t blame him.”
“I doubt that.” She sighs. I shake my head and stand up, looking at the time piece on her desk. I was already 5 minutes late for Charms. 
I wipe my face once more. “Thank you... for speaking with me.” I sigh, I don’t know fi I felt any better, but it was nice to get off my chest. 
The Professor waves her hand and a quill floats up, writing a note on a piece of parchment. “I don’t know how much I can help in the boy department, but let me know if you need help with any lessons, I’m always here. And I’m going to start looking for someone who might be able to help you with that ancient magic.” The note floats over to me and I grab it out of the air, just a pass for being late to class. 
I nod, thanking her once more before heading off to Charms. 
When I get to my class I slip the paper on the Professor’s desk and slip into my seat next to Ominis, Sebastian on his other side. I open my books and Sebastian leans over our friend. “You’ve been crying.”
I ignore him, now was neither the time nor place for this. “Bird talk to me.” He begs, leaning closer to Ominis. “Bird ple-”
“Sebastian I am trying to pay attention to this lesson can you PLEASE stop pretending I don’t exist.” Ominis groans, maybe a touch too loudly. 
“Sallow, Gaunt. Am I boring you?” The Professor asks, the entire class turning to look at us three. I try to hide my red, puffy face from the prying eyes. 
“No, sir.” The two answer at the same time. 
“Five points from Slytherin, more if you continue to ignore my lesson.” He scoffs and turns back to instructing the class. 
Thankfully, Sebastian drops it.
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claymorexpunisher · 3 months
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Brats Have More Fun (Ch.4/?) (18+ Fic)
Disclaimer: This is NSFW. If that's not your thing, keep scrolling. I try to tag my work appropriately, so if you choose to click on my work regardless, use your own discretion. Thank you for the love always and enjoy this cheesy porno! 🥂
Pairing(s): Finn Balor/Fem. Reader
Summary: Bratty Reader has a tough day at work and takes it out on Finn. Sometimes punishments aren't what a bratty sub needs, and luckily Finn knows that...
Tag(s): 18+, bratting, Dom/sub dynamic, oral sex (f receiving), a bit of angst, fluff.
Chapter Word Count: 1,090
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I tried not to think about the incredibly shitty day I had at work today.
I really did.
But the second I got home to my boyfriend and Dom, Finn who had a couple of days off from his own job, I knew it was hopeless.
I was irritated with my now former boss and with the rest of the world, and Finn was unfortunately going to have to deal with it.
Still, I greeted my boyfriend when I walked into our home, kissing him on the lips and answering vaguely when he asked how work was.
Finn could tell that something was off. It was written all over our faces and Finn wasn’t having my attitude.
I didn’t wanna talk about it. I didn’t even wanna think about it.
But my brain and my mouth had other plans and Finn was going to get to the bottom of it.
“Grab me a water while you’re in there, babe.” He said as I walked towards our kitchen.
That… that set me off.
I usually took orders at work.
From customers, from my boss, etc.
So, for me, putting up a bit of a fight at home with my boyfriend/Dom felt like the most natural thing in the world.
But Finn would quickly realize that today was different.
I was looking for some release that I knew I should ask Finn for, but I just didn’t know how.
“Why don’t you get up and get it yourself?” I scoffed, immediately feeling terrible.
Yet secretly a spark of excitement erupted in my chest as I heard Finn’s footsteps immediately following me into the kitchen.
“What?” I heard him ask.
“You heard me, Sir. Get it your damned self. I’m not your maid.” I responded, shrugging as my defiant gaze met his stormy features.
“Who said anything about you being my ma-…” Finn trailed off, suddenly grabbing my wrists.
He practically dragged me to our room, quite literally kicking and screaming, before he picked up my wriggling body and carried me the rest of the way.
I let out a soft ‘oof’ as Finn deposited me unceremoniously onto the bed, both of us starting to pant as we struggled for control until he straddled my torso.
He had much more muscle than I did, and honestly, the day at work left me too exhausted to really put up a fight.
Another red flag for him.
“Are you ready to talk, love?” Finn asked softly, in a sweet tone I wasn’t really prepared for.
Shit.
No.
I could feel a knot in my throat, and I immediately cleared it away, willing my eyes not to water and Finn’s eyes softened even more, making me even angrier. But I knew it wasn’t gonna last.  
“Talk about what, Finn?” I snapped but it was as half hearted as the warning Finn replied with.
“Enough… I know something’s wrong, darlin’. Was it your boss? Did he do something?” He asked and that opened up the floodgates.
Tears poured and poured from my eyes and onto the pillowcase at an alarming rate no matter how much I wiped my eyes once Finn let my wrists go.
He carefully lifted himself off my torso and pulled me closer to his chest and I felt myself melt almost immediately.
“…I quit. I couldn’t take his shit anymore, so I quit.” I finally confessed. “Now what the fuck am I gonna do? I hated that job- he was a raging dickhead but-“ I sobbed but Finn gently shushed me and kissed the crown of my head several times.
“Now, we’re gonna calm down, and you’re gonna relax-“ Finn said, his tone and gaze now playful as I shot up from his chest to look at him.
He never did take life all that seriously and that was partly why I was head over heels for him.
In this moment I needed the reminder that things would be fine. And that I did the right thing in quitting.
He chuckled, rubbing my arms and my back.
“Lay back, love.”
For once I did what I was told, though I was still slightly perturbed by the fact that I wasn’t being punished.
I let Finn peel off the pj’s I had changed into upon returning home early from work and I softly bit my lip as he slowly spread my legs, trailing soft kisses along my inner thighs and along my abdomen.
His beard grazed over my ticklish stomach, making it visibly flutter and causing him to smile.
I matched his smile as I looked down at him and I grasped one of his hands in mine, gasping softly as his mouth began to trail over my waiting pussy.
My eyes fluttered shut and my back arched as Finn’s tongue teased along the outside of my pussy before he brought his tongue up toward my clit and back again, chuckling as I let out a soft whine.
But I didn’t urge him forward.
No, I wanted to bask in this for once.
The slower pace felt like a nice change of pace despite my impatience, and I secretly loved the way Finn was taking care of me, making my accelerated thoughts settle and focus on something much, much better, and sweeter.
Him.
I sighed deeply, sinking into our bed as his mouth finally closed over my clit, sucking lightly even as his tongue began circling that little, tiny switch that made my toes curl.
“Fuck…” I whined, clutching Finn’s hand firmly with one hand and holding the back of his head with the other and he slowly and with all the patience in the world, tasted me.
“There we go… I know you need to destress, love, and I’m happy to do that for you.” he said, pulling his mouth away from between my legs momentarily and replacing it with his fingers.
I could feel his eyes on me without even looking and when I opened my eyes for all of a second and locked them with his.
My thighs trembled at the sight of Finn’s quirked lips as his fingers slowly pumped in out of my inviting pussy.
“I’m such a good Dom- such a good boyfriend. Aren’t I, baby?” Finn chuckled as my body began to writhe even more.
“The best...!” I moaned.
As I finally reached my peak with a choked off scream, a kaleidoscope of colors exploded behind my eyelids as Finn mouth slowly toyed with my clit once again, intensifying the onslaught of sensations coursing through my body…
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Bright Young Soul
Word count: 2k
Warnings: Campbell Bain has a depressive episode, don't read unless you're up for some unhappy reading times basically, probably way too much italicising but oh well, I am not an expert on bipolar in any way and this is purely from what I saw in tota and research online, so please please please pick me up on anything I have done wrong, I also am not Scottish
based entirely on this post and the notes <3
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"Campbell, c'mon. Stop mucking about."
"Campbell, could ya keep the noise down?"
"Campbell, I'm busy."
"Not now, Campbell."
"Campbell, be quiet! I cannae hear myself think!"
"Quit fidgeting, Campbell!"
Campbell didn't want to stop mucking about, or keep the noise down, or quit fidgeting, and he had so many questions that needed answers and thoughts that needed sharing he was about to burst, and given he was in St. Jude's he couldn't very well start talking to himself, or they'd lock him up somewhere horrible. The nurses had been telling him those things all day, and when Eddie had turned up for his radio show Campbell had barely raised his head in greeting. He'd hoped that the older man would notice that something was off, and see what he could do to fix it, but when Eddie was only brusque with him and seemingly uncaring that Campbell wasn't wittering in his ear, it made Campbell sink further into himself.
The show went the same as it would on any other day, with the exception of Campbell's usual puppy dog energy, and when they had finished and were packing up, he felt even worse than he had before. Eddie hadn't noticed that anything was off, and Campbell was overthinking, wondering if the man actually cared about him or if it was all an act, like so many people had done before out of pity or the feeling that they were doing something good (they weren't, Campbell could usually see right through it and honestly it was kind of offensive).
"Campbell, can ye pass me that record, please," Eddie asked, arm outstretched. Campbell was so deep in his thoughts and spiralling further and further towards the edge he didn't notice, not really, registering the words but not really listening, and his eyes were focusing on nothing and everything at once, seeing the hand Eddie held out, but not seeing it.
"Campbell, for Christ's sake, what's the matter with ye? Stop acting daft and pass it over!"
The words cut deep, Campbell's brain letting them resonate and echo around his head as previous situations similar to this were remembered. "What?" he whispered, blinking the tears back. "I'm not daft!" His voice rose, practically shouting the last word which sounded so much louder than he'd meant in the tiny studio. "Nothin's the matter with me, Eddie, not to you, is there! Have ye even noticed me, Eddie? Have ye noticed me?"
"Of course I've noticed ye, Campbell, you're very difficult to miss!"
That hurt too, twisting the metaphorical knife deeper into Campbell's gut. He was tired, so fucking tired, and worn out, and exhausted, and every other synonym of the damn word, and his usual limitless energy was used up. He scoffed, all but throwing the record at Eddie and shoving his hands in his trouser pockets, hunching his shoulders.
"Ye know," he said, voice thick from holding back tears. "My dad used to say the same thing about me. I thought you were gonnae be different, Eddie, but you're just like him, aren't ye." The words kept coming after that, tumbling out of his mouth before he even had a chance to think them up, and he couldn't even remember what he was saying. More about his dad, about Eddie, about himself. He kept talking, running his hands through his hair in frustration and tapping his fingers on the desk next to him, just needing something to do, to fiddle with, to let out some of this newfound energy that stemmed from the floodgates opening. This energy hurt, though, and he didn't like it.
He could see that his tapping was annoying Eddie, but he couldn't stop, and he couldn't stop talking, ranting about pointless things, and he hated himself for it. He couldn't stop the tears now either, and they were pouring down his cheeks as he shouted. He vaguely made a note of nurses running down the corridor, and there was Stuart, and there was Eddie, standing watching Campbell and doing nothing, just like his father had done.
He could barely get the words out now, sobs wracking his body and making him choke, and he was so far off the edge that he'd fucking fallen off and was plummeting into nothingness, negative thoughts and memories surrounding him and making him fall faster. He couldn't speak any faster, and yet somehow he wasn't going fast enough, and everything was closing in on him and expanding away all at once, and he realised that he wanted them to sedate him, just so that he didn't have to deal with this anymore.
If they could keep him under forever that would be even better.
They came and grabbed him at some point, although Campbell wasn't sure when; it could have taken them two seconds or they could have been moving towards him for two hundred years. He'd lost all concept of anything other than his thoughts and the look on Eddie's face, and he was still shouting and yelling as they stuck the needle into his leg and wiped him out.
~~~
Eddie had been having a shit day, with MacAteer throwing him under the bus (again) for something he didn't even do, and Griffin making him go out and not letting Eddie come back in the building until he'd made five sales. He'd then discovered that his car had a flat tyre when he'd left for the day, and had to take it to the garage, needing a taxi to get to St. Jude's. The taxi driver had then gotten stuck in traffic, and Eddie was going to be late for his radio show. Somehow he still made it there in time to get set up and start without Campbell stepping in, but he was at the end of his rope and Campbell not listening to him had just pushed that big red button in Eddie, making him explode and shout at the boy. Campbell had flinched slightly, then fallen straight into shouting back at him, tapping and fidgeting, and Eddie could only stare as he went on, unable to speak. His protégée wasn't allowing much room for Eddie to talk, mind you, with his incessant chatter about his father (oh god, Campbell thought that Eddie was like his father), and pretty much anything else that came into his head. Rosalie had fetched the nurses, and now they were taking a hold of the boy and pushing him to lie over the desk so that they could sedate him properly. Campbell kept shouting, clearly unravelling with each second that went by, and Eddie felt awful, knowing that he had ignored the way that Campbell wasn't his normal happy self, and had been the one to cause this episode.
The next few days were absolute agony for him, since they weren't letting anybody see Campbell and Eddie had to live with himself and the lack of knowledge of when he could go and see the young man torturing him.
He was going to make sure that Campbell knew how sorry Eddie was, and that he was nothing like the man that called himself Campbell's father.
~~~
It was dark when Campbell woke up, groggy and both physically and mentally drained, and the only light in the room was the lamp on his bedside table. He accidentally stared at the bulb, blinding himself momentarily as he tried to work out who was sat next to him. The mop of dark curly hair leaned forward, and as Campbell's eyes adjusted and blinked away the last of the drowsiness he recognised the figure as Eddie.
"Whadda you want," he slurred, voice thick from being knocked out and his accent stronger than it normally was. He felt bad about the harsh tone, overwhelming guilt crashing over him like a tidal wave, but the last thing he remembered was Eddie sounding like- no. He couldn't go there again, couldn't think about that or he'd end up the way he was before. He knew he must have been sedated, since he never normally slept that much, but there were no memories in his head of why.
"I'm sorry, Campbell. I was having a shit day at work, and I know it's not an excuse but I am sorry. I was a dick to ye, and I shoulda noticed that ye weren't yerself, and I'm sorry," Eddie said, making tears well up in Campbell's eyes. He pushed them away, stopping them from falling as he heard his father's voice in his head telling him that 'real men dinnae cry, Campbell, so quit yer whining'.
"I'm sorry too, Eddie, I'm sorry." He was struggling against the guilt that wracked him, making him want to cry, and when it felt like he would burst if he didn't stop resisting he turned his head away from Eddie and sobbed into his pillow. Campbell felt Eddie move closer, the bed dip under the older man's weight as he laid a hand on Campbell's shoulder, thumb stroking gently in awkward consolation.
They stayed that way for a while, every now and then exchanging the words "I'm sorry" and "I'm sorry too" with each other, until after what felt like an eternity Campbell's sobs turned to sniffles, and he pushed himself up to sit next to Eddie on the bed.
He wiped his face with his shirtsleeves, cringing at the fabric when it came away soaked and grimacing when, as he sniffed to clear his nose, he got a mouthful of snot and phlegm. "Ugh, gross," he muttered, gladly accepting the tissue Eddie passed him and blowing his nose loudly. They sat side by side, not saying anything for a while. Eddie seemed to be debating where to go from here, what to do, or say. Campbell was kicking his feet, bare soles scuffing the floor, and fiddling with a bit of dead skin on one of his fingers.
"Careful not to pull too much, yeah? You'll end up stripping the thing bare and bleeding everywhere," Eddie joked quietly, trying to do something to raise his friend's spirits. Campbell moved his hands, placing them either side of his body so that he wouldn't be too tempted to start picking again. "I really am sorry, Campbell. I shouldnae have snapped at ye like that."
"I'm sorry too, Eddie. Not quite sure what for, mind, cannae remember most of it now. I know I went manic though, so... sorry, for... that."
"S'alright, Campbell. S'alright. C'mere." Eddie pulled him into an awkward hug, arm around Campbell's shoulders as the boy wrapped an arm around Eddie's waist, the other supporting his weight on the bed behind them. It was nice (if a little uncomfortable, but Campbell wasn't going to complain), being hugged like this, and he was sad when he needed to sit upright again to save his back from protesting against the angle anymore.
"Thanks," he mumbled, wiping away the tears that had snuck out at the knowledge that he was being held by somebody he considered a father.
"Anytime, Campbell. Ye ever need a hug, ye tell me, yeah? Likely that I'll need one too."
Campbell nodded, letting a small smile grace his face. Eddie's own smile appeared.
"There he is, he's coming back now." Campbell let out a wet laugh, nodding again and leaping up from the bed.
"Aye. Campbell Bain is back, people, back to be the 'Bain' of yer existence!" Eddie chuckled, glad to see the boy feeling better. He knew in that moment he'd do everything he could for this boy, this bright young soul, to make sure he knew that he wasn't alone in the world.
"I'll always be here for ye, Campbell. I mean it. The other day willnae happen again, yeah? Not like that. I've got ye."
"Thanks, Eddie. Thank you," Campbell said, sitting down again, expression earnest. "Really. I couldnae... I couldnae ask for a better person to look up to." Eddie smiled, clicking his tongue and tilting his head slightly as he ruffled Campbell's hair.
"Ye want a cocoa? It'll help, I'm sure."
"Please."
"Alright, ye wait here, I'll be back in a minute." Eddie left, heading in the direction of the kitchens. Campbell smiled after him, letting cautious hope enter his heart. Eddie was trying his best to make it up to Campbell, which was something his father had never done. Cocoa would help, definitely. And after cocoa, everything would start looking up.
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