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Just Once | Part II

Sebastian Sallow x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit/MDNI (smut, language); all characters are 18+ Words: ~6,400 Tags: friends with benefits, friends to lovers, mutual pining, smut, sexual exploration

⬅️ Read Part I

Notes: I'm alive! I am so, so sorry it took me so long to write this! Work has been kicking my ass lately, but I deeply appreciate everyone who has read this -- it's been a blast to write!

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Sleep was futile. You tossed and turned for hours, but the more you squeezed your eyes shut, the more you found yourself clamping your thighs together in quiet agony. The thoughts of what Sebastian had done to you – done for you – replayed on a loop until your core ached for more.

You buried your face in your pillow with half the mind to smother yourself. Except you weren’t seeking death. If anything, you felt like you’d been enlightened to a new reason worth living. Perhaps most people would deem that silly and dramatic, but they hadn’t felt what you had.

You swallowed, your forehead hot and hair plastered to your face as you thought about Sebastian – the way his fingers pressed patterns of pulsing pleasure into your flesh; the way his calm eyes met yours in the mirror’s reflection with quiet determination; the way his attention remained entirely on you.

Your crush on your best friend had always been anything but that. You merely told yourself it was a meaningless flame that would surely falter the moment you left Hogwarts and met new men full of worldly experience. But in truth, you’d been fatally in love with Sebastian Sallow since you were fifteen. And now that he’d grabbed you by the hand and dragged you to a secret alcove of ecstasy you never thought you’d explore, your ties to Sebastian were much tighter than the loose threads of mere puppy love. He’d looped an invisible noose around your neck that would surely suffocate you if he strayed too far from you now.

Simply put, you knew whatever this was you’d embarked on with Sebastian would surely land you in a cage of hopeless desperation, but you were in far too deep to flee.

By the time breakfast finally started the following morning, you practically had to sit on your own hands to keep from fidgeting.

Ominis sensed your restless behavior the moment he sat down across from you.

“Are you alright?” he asked, his tone sharp with concern.

“I’m fine,” you mumbled into your morning eggs. “Just tired.”

“Tired? Then why are you acting like you’ve had ten cups of tea? You can hardly sit still.”

“Just have a lot going on is all,” you said with a shrug. “You know, exams approaching and whatnot.”

“Since when do you care about exams?” Ominis pushed. “You’ve already got your spot secured with the Ministry Auror apprenticeship.”

“Yes, I know,” you huffed. “But it never hurts to put a little effort in.”

“Put a little effort into what?” Your head snapped up as Sebastian took the seat next to you. Your spine became rigid and you held your breath, your eyes absolutely fascinated by your breakfast plate.

“A little effort into my studies,” you answered with as much nonchalance as you could manage.

Sebastian’s eyes glinted with amusement, not that you could see them as your gaze remained cast downward. “Studying?” he laughed. “What are you concerned about studying for?”

“She said it’s making her jittery,” Ominis added. You glared daggers at him, undeterred by the fact he couldn’t see them.

“Jittery?” Sebastian repeated. “Since when does anything make you anxious?”

“Since when does my interest in schoolwork concern either of you?” you challenged.

“Everything you do concerns us,” Sebastian said. “That’s how this works.”

You prayed he didn’t see the flush that was surely sprawling from your neck to your cheeks. His casual, confident demeanor set you even more on edge. How could he be so carefree after the things he’d done to you yesterday?

Of course, for you, that was all foreign and new. But for Sebastian, you had to assume it was another standard Sunday. Maybe it hadn’t really mattered to him. 

“Don’t forget about detention tonight,” Sebastian said with a mouthful of pastry. “We’re to meet Professor Weasley in the Trophy Room.”

“The Trophy Room?”

Sebastian shrugged. “Who knows, maybe she wants to reward us for being upstanding, model students.”

—

By the time you met Sebastian at the top of the staircase to the Trophy Room at 7 p.m., Professor Weasley was already waiting for you. She stood with her hands behind her back, her eyes serious as she watched you approach. 

“Good evening,” she said with a neutral tone. You knew she was annoyed at you and Sebastian for behaving like degenerates, but you also knew the two of you were among her favorite students. She wouldn’t stay cross with you for long.

“Good evening, Professor,” you both chorused. 

“The two of you will spend the evening polishing the trophies in each case – without magic,” Professor Weasley said, adding extra emphasis at the end of her sentence. “I surmise you’re both capable of that task?”

“Yes, Professor.”

“And I trust the two of you will resist any temptation for additional indiscretions?”

“Yes, Professor.”

“Good. Now I have some matters to tend to, but I’ll check on you in a couple of hours. And please keep your voices down. Headmaster Black is currently away in London, but I trust you two will be quiet anyway.”

“Yes, Professor.”

“Good. I’ll leave you to it then.”

You watched in silence as she retreated toward the Grand Staircase. Now very aware that you and Sebastian were alone for the first time since the previous day’s activities in the Undercroft, you made a beeline toward the bucket of polish and rags Professor Weasley had left. Perhaps if you pretended to be unbothered, it would come true.

“What are you doing?” Sebastian mused. He leaned with his back to the frame of the entrance archway, his arms folded across his chest. You could feel his eyes clinging to you while you began to wonder why it was abnormally hot in the Trophy Room.

“I’m polishing trophies,” you deadpanned, still avoiding his stare.

“And why are you doing that?”

“Because I don’t want to spend another evening in detention, you prat. Now help me so we can get this done and over with.”

“I’ve got a better idea.”

“Those are famous last words,” you muttered as you began polishing a trophy inside the quidditch cabinet. You didn’t need to face Sebastian to know he was smirking at you.

“Come on,” he said. “Surely there are better things we could be doing.”

Your heart crept into your throat. You knew where this was going. You were inching toward another point of no return. And you knew you wouldn’t stop yourself. 

“And what would you rather be doing?” you asked, finally turning your head to look at Sebastian.

“Oh, I don’t know,” he drawled. “Lots of things. Perhaps what we did yesterday?”

You tore your gaze from him, your blush surely giving you away. 

“Sebastian…” you warned. 

“What?” he quipped innocently. 

“That’s a terrible idea.”

“How so? Or are you no longer interested in my services?”

“Your services?” you snorted. “What are you, a street harlot?”

“Depends, are you offering payment?” You hurled your rag at him and he laughed. “Okay, okay, fine,” he continued. “No payment necessary. But I still think we should take advantage of these extra hours of free time.”

“It’s not free time, Seb,” you noted. “And if Professor Weasley catches us, we’ll never see freedom again.”

“Then we won’t let her catch us,” Sebastian said simply. Before you could realize it, he was stepping toward you. You stilled, breath held deep in your lungs as he lingered in front of you. 

You silently screamed at him to touch you, in any way, shape or form he wanted. Instead, you gazed at him with a pointed stare, challenging him to act. It was your only defense to keep yourself from making an absolute, utter fool of yourself.

Sebastian’s hands snaked their way around your waist to the small of your back before he leaned in. You could smell aftershave, his arms tugging you closer until your head rested against his chest. Now, you were torn between wanting to linger in the safe warmth of his embrace and the desire to wrestle him to the floor to climb on top of him.

“We don’t have to if you really don’t want to,” he murmured in your ear. “Honestly, just tell me if… if you want yesterday to be a one-time thing.”

Sebastian was wasting his breath. You didn’t need an out, nor did you need any persuading. But you weren’t going to tell him that.

“But what if we get caught?”

“We won’t get caught,” Sebastian insisted. You could feel his fingers pressing into the small of your back, and the sudden realization that he wanted you, too, hit you with stunning force. 

You’d spent your entire friendship thinking your connection to Sebastian would never breach the confines of platonic; kindred spirits, maybe even friendly flirtation, but certainly never anything of a physical nature. You’d begrudgingly convinced yourself that Sebastian was blind to your sexual nature. After all, plenty of your classmates expressed desire for you, but Sebastian never seemed to sneak so much as a double-take. 

But now, Sebastian’s eyes were feasting on you as if you were the first sexual being he’d ever seen.

The heat that had been slowly sprawling over your facial features now descended into your stomach, inching lower until you could feel it scalding between your thighs. You pinched them together, but the pressure only made the ache worse. 

Sebastian, sensing your discomfort, lifted an eyebrow at you. “Alright?” he asked. You merely nodded in response, afraid the pitch of your voice would expose your anticipation. Sebastian moved even closer, until his body was pressing flush with yours. Your breath hitched when you felt his erection prodding your stomach.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he hummed in your ear. Goosebumps peppered the skin of your arms. The bulge pressed against your belly felt... substantial.

Sebastian slowly backed you toward the trophy case until you were pressed against the glass display. His eyes locked on yours, wild yet in control, as if he was testing the waters, reading how far you’d let him go. When you didn’t break his gaze, he leaned in to kiss you.

If you hadn’t been a goner before this, you certainly were now. Your heart rattled against your ribcage and you became spineless in Sebastian’s arms. He’d rendered you into submission and he’d barely touched you.

When Sebastian deepened the kiss, your arms tightened around his neck, shamelessly seeking more. He obliged you, his tongue finding your bottom lip and his hand tangling itself in your hair. Somewhere, beneath the blurred lines of an evolving friendship, you felt affection. Your mind raced until your head spun and your lungs burned for air. When you finally forced your lips free from Sebastian’s, he smirked at you.

“Ready for something even better than yesterday?” he mewed in your ear. 

Sebastian wasn’t one to make promises he couldn’t keep. And that’s what made your current situation even more dizzying – and thrilling.

His lips met your neck with careful deliberation, pressing swift kisses while his hands roamed your waist. The cool glass of the trophy case against your back contrasted the scorching heat between your bodies, but Sebastian’s hands wandered lower, skimming the tops of your thighs beneath your skirt.

His fingertips grazed your skin until the heat between your legs was impossible to ignore. He rubbed the fabric guarding your entrance and you whimpered in desperation for more.

You thought he’d tease you, take his time with you. After all, Sebastian had always been a cheeky son-of-a-bitch, especially when it came to you.

But as he fell to his knees in front of you, you gasped when he shoved the hem of your skirt upward, pinning it against your stomach while he pinned you against the glass. He pulled your panties to the side and you couldn’t withhold a moan when his tongue met your clit.

“Fuck, Seb,” you hissed as the pressure increased. Your hands tangled in his hair, the scant remnants of your self-control keeping you from pulling too hard. Your hips rolled forward and your exhales became quick, short puffs. 

You always thought you hated every girl who had the privilege to discover Sebastian in this way. But now, you silently thanked the universe for his experience and expertise. 

Broken moans escaped your lips between your panting. Your eyes fluttered shut and your head tilted back against the glass, your fingertips pressing against Sebastian’s scalp. Your woozy head became a black hole of filthy thoughts and shameless greed, desperate to discover more.

Sebastian’s hand kept your skirt hem raised above his head, his forearm pinning you against the trophy case as his tongue prodded your clit.

If Professor Weasley were to return, the primal sounds echoing across the room would expose you immediately. But you weren’t thinking about Professor Weasley right now, and you sure as hell weren’t in a state of mind to consider decorum. The only thing coursing through your mind was the bliss blooming within your walls.

When you finally managed to open your eyes and tilt your head forward to look at Sebastian, you were alarmed to find him staring upward at you. Pride glimmered in his eyes and you couldn’t fault him for it, given the pitiful uncontrolled sounds spilling from your lips.

“You taste so fucking good,” Sebastian murmured against your flesh. He sucked against your clit and you unleashed a sharp gasp. You’d never experienced that before and you could feel the muscles tensing in the backs of your thighs.

“Oh god,” you moaned to encourage him. He received the message and continued, his lips pulling and tongue flicking, until your eyes began to water from the searing sensation mounting within your nerve endings. It was all new to you, and had it not felt so fucking good, you might have been concerned for yourself. Sure, Sebastian had shown you your first orgasm just the previous day, but this – this was more intense than you thought possible.

The pressure became damn near painful as you squeezed your eyes shut again, your back arching off the glass as a desperate hum vibrated from your throat. You bucked your hips forward, begging Sebastian to grant you the privilege of more pleasure.

His tongue flattened against your clit and rolled, triggering the response you’d been willing to risk everything for. You heaved a sharp wail as your cunt convulsed, forcing a current of ecstasy through your body. It nearly forced you to your knees, had Sebastian not been holding you upright. His tongue worked you through your release, pressing and prodding your surging entrance until he hummed at the taste.

You ground your hips against him one last time to prolong the moment until your body finally slackened, leaving you slumped against the trophy case without a coherent thought. Sebastian, still resting on his knees, smirked upward at you.

“How was that?” he asked.

Your brain couldn’t quite compute the words, so you merely issued a soft whimper that made Sebastian bark a smug laugh. He released your skirt hem and rose to his feet, looming over you so he could press his erection against your stomach again.

“Have I earned some repayment yet?” he rasped in your ear, one hand pressed against the glass above your head so he could lean closer. You nodded.

“Anything you want,” you whispered.

“Anything?” he asked, pulling away to gaze at you with a raised eyebrow.

“Anything.” You were sure. You trusted Sebastian enough to know he wouldn’t demand too much, but knew him well enough to know he wouldn’t be afraid to ask for what he wanted.

Sebastian studied your eyes until you felt faint. He seemed to be searching your gaze for some sort of confirmation or hint. His eyes lingered and you swallowed the urge to tell him you’d worship him to the grave if he asked.

“I want you to be mine,” he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. Your lungs emptied instantly. It wasn’t the request you’d been expecting.

“Wh-what?” Your vision rattled back into alert focus, your mind sharpening at his words.

“I want you to be mine,” Sebastian repeated. “Mine and only mine.”

“How… how so?”

“Just you and me. No one else.”

“For how long?”

“For as long as you’ll have me.”

You were terrified to continue staring into his eyes, convinced he'd be able to read them and learn every secret about himself you'd kept under lock and key. But you were also fearful of looking away, as if breaking eye contact would sever the moment you’d seen only in your daydreams. But you had to be sure.

“You mean as in us… being together?” you asked carefully.

“Yes.”

This was not how you’d expected your detention to turn out. You wanted to say something impressively witty and painstakingly clever, something that would prove to Sebastian this would all be worthwhile, that you were the one and only being he should ever bother with.

But all you could manage was a soft, “Okay,” though your hushed tone was a steep contrast to the screaming jubilation ringing in your skull. You wanted to fall to your knees in relief, or jump up and down in celebration. Instead, you waited for Sebastian to decide what would come next. Little did you know it would be you — again.

Sebastian didn’t say anything more. Instead, he used the soft moment to kiss you, first with gentle adoration, followed quickly by charged intensity. He pressed his body into yours, as if he were trying to prove how much he needed you. But as his kisses became more urgent, the sudden intrusion of footsteps approaching forced you apart.

You whirled toward the doorway just as Duncan Hobhouse wandered into the trophy room.

“Hobhouse,” Sebastian sighed. “What are you doing here?”

“Could ask the two of you the same question,” Duncan retorted with narrowed eyes.

“We’re serving a quick little detention,” Sebastian answered. “Meaning the Trophy Room’s closed for cleaning, so you can be on your way.”

“Detention my arse,” Duncan sneered. “The two of you were clearly having a snog.”

“Might want to get your glasses checked, Hobhouse,” Sebastian continued. “We’re merely cleaning the trophies like upstanding students committed to completing our detention and learning our moral lesson.” Even you had to bite back a snort.

“Really,” Duncan deadpanned. “And that’s why there’s a handprint on the glass above your heads? Perhaps I’ll just tell Professor Weasley that you missed a spot.”

“What are you doing here, Duncan?” you interjected with an annoyed sigh. 

“I came to check on some old awards for special services to the school,” Duncan replied. 

“They don’t hand out awards for being the school’s biggest bigot, if that’s what you’re aspiring toward,” you noted.

“Yeah? How about an award for being the school’s biggest slag? You’ll take top honors.” 

Sebastian made a move toward Duncan, ready to throttle him with his bare hands, but you were quicker with your wand. “Petrificus totalus!” 

Duncan’s limbs snapped rigid and you watched in silence as he toppled to the floor, stiff as a board. Sebastian cackled with glee.

“We ought to shag right next to him,” he said as he approached Duncan to leer downward at him.

“He’d probably like it too much,” you said, glaring daggers at the boy on the floor. You fished Duncan’s wand from his robes and secured it with your own. 

“Too true,” Sebastian agreed. “Besides, you’re mine now. No one else gets to have a look.”

Your cheeks flushed as he reached for you and hooked an arm around your waist. It was a simple gesture that you hoped would become as routine as afternoon tea, but in that moment, it felt as if everything was changing in a flurry of thrill and adrenaline. Your self-control and propriety were waning.

“Come on,” you said, reaching for Sebastian’s hand. Another simple gesture that felt wild and bold to you, new and unchartered despite the unchaste actions that had just occurred in the Trophy Room.

You tossed one final look of disgust at Duncan before leading Sebastian toward the rear doorway of the Trophy Room, through the gate and up the stairs. Once you dragged him through the winding hallway and toward the next staircase, Sebastian let out a low whistle.

“Wait a minute,” he said, though he allowed you to continue guiding him up the steps. “We’re not headed where I think we are…”

You tossed him a smug glance. “You heard Professor Weasley,” you said. “Headmaster Black’s gone for the night.”

“But we can’t just…”

It was rare that you ever rendered Sebastian speechless and you were reveling in the moment. “Assuming he hasn’t changed the password – and he hasn’t in the last few years,” you said slyly.

“This is bold, even for me,” Sebastian said as you approached the stone gargoyle.

He wasn’t wrong. While you and Sebastian had no reservations when it came to bending a few rules (and maybe committing an accidental homicide), you were both typically smart enough to color within the lines. You only strayed from them when it felt necessary. And breaking into Black’s office had only been necessary that one time.

But you decided if you and Sebastian were going to take the plunge into the wild unknown of romance, you might as well make it memorable. Maybe, you thought, you’d look back at this with fondness one day. And even if you didn’t, even if you failed and you and Sebastian became a burning wreckage of destruction and debris, at least you could say the two of you were anything but boring.

“Toujours pur,” you said confidently, smiling as the enchanted gargoyle began to spin. You glanced sideways at Sebastian, who was giving you wide eyes. “Scared?” you teased.

Sebastian shook his head. “Of course not,” he answered. You could see right through him. 

“We’ll just have a quick look, yeah?” 

“Yeah.”

Sebastian followed you up the spiral stairs until you reached Headmaster Black’s office. You watched Sebastian gaze around the office, eyes glinting with familiar mischief as he observed the surroundings. He strode toward Black’s desk, pausing to examine various trinkets and statues along the way. When he reached the desk, curiously eyeing various sheets of parchment scattered across the top, you noticed his trousers were still straining over his erection. 

You subconsciously licked your bottom lip. You genuinely — honest and swear to God — hadn't planned on defiling the headmaster's office that night, but your weeks as a Hogwarts student were winding now and you figured such an opportunity wouldn't arise again. Not to mention you were desperate to seal your fate with Sebastian.

You strolled casually toward the desk, your arms folded as you studied the ceiling with faux interest. When you returned your eyes downward, you realized Sebastian’s were fixated on you. 

“About that reward,” he purred as he backed you toward the desk. It seemed his hesitations had vanished.

Once the backs of your thighs met the desk’s edge, you chewed your bottom lip in anticipation. Sebastian flashed his canines.

You held your breath as he reached for the buttons of your blouse. His fingers worked methodically until your shirt fell open, exposing your bra and bare midriff. He leaned in to kiss you, his hands guiding your shirt off in the process. 

The office air was cool and dim, but Sebastian’s lips seemed to sizzle against your skin as he left a trail of kisses from your lips to your neck. His hands were just as hot as they snaked toward your back to unclasp your bra. As soon as it opened, Sebastian was tossing it aside with your blouse.

You couldn’t help but avert your bashful eyes as he examined your half-nude form. You weren’t sure why you felt shy, given he’d seen you much more intimately just below in the Trophy Room, but as his hand cupped your breast, your anxiety fizzled.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he hissed as he pressed a thumb against your nipple. “Can’t wait to finally make you come on my cock.”

You whimpered in response. You’d always assumed Sebastian was bold and brash when it came to bedroom behavior, but hearing it directed at you was more arousing than anything you'd heard from other boys.

It became clear Sebastian was tired of touching your clothed form. He quickly tugged at the hem of your skirt and wrestled it from your hips, leaving you in only your panties until those also found the marble floor.

“This isn’t fair,” you protested, eyeing Sebastian’s fully-clothed frame. You felt like prey presented on a pedestal for a predator.

“And whose fault is that?” he teased as he held his arms outward. “I’m not stopping you.”

You rolled your eyes in response and made a move for the hem of his jumper, tugging it over his head in one swift motion. You stilled. Sure, you’d seen Sebastian shirtless on a few summer afternoons of swimming, but you never thought you’d have the chance to touch his bare chest. Your stare clung to his toned arms and chest, and you couldn’t help but smile at the freckles that scattered across his skin. Someday, you’d take the time to familiarize yourself with those constellations, but not now. Now, you were far too greedy for such sweet moments.

“Seb,” you whined. “I need you. I need you to show me how it feels... how you feel.”

Sebastian was overcome by a warm flood of energy. His hands snapped to your waist and he hoisted you onto the desk, your legs dangling off the ledge as he fidgeted with his belt. When it clanked open, you reached for his waistband, shoving everything to the floor.

The ache within your core blazed when his cock bobbed against your thigh. You shifted impatiently atop the desk, your cunt still wet from your antics in the Trophy Room. 

You were a viper ready to sink your teeth into sustenance.

But you had to touch him, to know how his smooth length felt in your hand. You reached for him and stroked slowly, the pads of your fingers tracing over every ridge. Sebastian swore under his breath at your touch. You wished you could leave fingerprints over his flesh.

Sebastian’s own fingers found their way between your thighs and swiped across your entrance. He groaned at the feeling of your wet folds and sank two fingers inside you. 

“Sebastian,” you moaned, unsure if you were relieved by his touch or annoyed he was only offering you his fingers when you were desperate for more. But when he pumped his hand, you decided you’d never doubt him again.

You rested back on your hands to support yourself, your walls clenching around Sebastian’s fingers, anxious to incite another release. By now, you were certain you’d only ever experience such a sensation with him. You didn’t want it from anyone else anyway.

When he withdrew his hand, you pouted in protest. He sucked his fingers and smirked at you, eyes shining with anticipation. 

“Don’t pout, darling,” Sebastian laughed. “I’ll make it worth your while, I promise.”

He leaned over you, hands flat atop the desk on either side of your hips while he kissed you. And while you appreciated Sebastian’s tender side, you were certain you were going to spontaneously combust if he didn’t splay you out across that desk soon.

Your thighs tightened around his torso and you could feel him smirk against your lips. 

“You’re insatiable, aren’t you?” he teased. 

“And you’re being insufferable,” you whined. 

“I’m sorry, darling,” Sebastian cooed. “Let’s make you feel good, shall we?”

Before you could agree, Sebastian was prying your knees apart and lining his cock against your entrance. You held your breath, every nerve ending on high alert for this climactic moment. He sank into you with an impressive air of self-restraint. You felt impossibly tight at first and willed your body to relax to accommodate him.

“Fucking hell, you’re tight,” he groaned.

You wanted to pause the moment, to freeze time to appreciate this monumental step in your timeline with Sebastian. It had been three years in the making; three years of tension, longing and torment. It meant something to you both.

But now wasn't the time for sappy sentiments or histrionics. Now, all you wanted was to claim Sebastian Sallow as the keeper of your entire being.

He pressed deeper until a low moan escaped your lips. It seemed to reassure him and he pulled back, his cock dragging against your stretched walls slowly. He repeated the motion until he was thrusting you gently, testing your limits until he reached the hilt. Blood rushed to your ears, ringing a loud and intrusive symphony as your pulse raced. Your cunt felt so full, you gnawed at your bottom lip.

Soon, you were resting back on your elbows as Sebastian gripped your hips. He drove inside you with a steady rhythm, hands holding you in place on the desktop. 

“God, you’re so good,” Sebastian panted. When you moaned in response, his pace hastened. His hips jutted forward with more force until you were flat on your back, breasts bouncing with every movement and legs locked around Sebastian's torso. Parchment rustled beneath you and quills pricked your back, but you paid them no mind. The only sensation you could feel was the mounting pressure within your walls.

Sebastian groaned at the vision of your cunt swallowing his slick cock. He'd conjured the sight in quiet solitude, but no fantasy could replicate the squeeze of your tight heat or the submissive whimpers tumbling from your lips.

It was surely the most obscene display to ever occur within the walls of the sacred headmaster’s office; you, sprawled across the desktop, your mouth hanging open in ecstasy while Sebastian fucked you harder than you’d ever experienced. 

Your hitching gasps were soon joined by the steady symphony of slapping skin when Sebastian pulled your legs together, hugging them against his own shoulder as he pounded you harder. 

“That’s it,” he panted above you as your toes curled and walls squeezed at the change in angle. You were most certainly going to be sore in the morning, but you’d commit every Unforgivable Curse a hundred times over before you allowed this to stop. Not before you discovered how it felt to fall apart around Sebastian.

The crude noises echoing from your union could only be rivalved by the absolute filth spilling off your tongue. You begged Sebastian to fuck you harder, treat you rougher, all while you used the name of every spiritual power in vulgar vain. Sebastian Sallow was the only higher power you cared to worship anyway.

Sebastian gazed at you, half-lidded, with lust and love. Your moans became short wails as his cock drove upward, prodding the sensitive spot within your front wall. You could hear your body’s slick response. 

“Don’t stop,” you begged. “Don’t ever stop.”

“Don’t plan to,” Sebastian panted. “You’re mine, remember?”

“Yours,” you answered, your voice a broken stutter. Your nails scraped against the top of the wood desk, your body growing more rigid as you willed it to release. You’d never been so full, and your stretched walls were strained around Sebastian’s cock, threatening to seize. 

He pumped faster, his jaw clenched in concentration while you quivered and writhed beneath him. The pressure was blooming within your core, and you felt the knot inside you ready to unravel. 

“Seb, I think I’m close,” you breathed. It was more of a plea than a warning.

Sebastian dropped your legs, allowing them to drape over the edge of the desk again as his hands returned to your hips. He pulled himself hard against you until he found another rhythmic pattern, his hips rolling forward as his thumb found your clit. You gasped in response to the dual sensations, your cunt constricting around Sebastian’s cock in preparation for your release. 

Your chest heaved and your moans became louder as Sebastian drove inside you, his thumb swiping at your clit until you were screaming his name. He dabbed his cock upward, pressing firmly into your sweet spot.

With a shrill shriek, your back arched and your legs spasmed, your walls pulsing with your climax. You thrashed against the desktop as your cunt surged and Sebastian continued to thrust you through your grand finale. Your eyes saw spots until the quivering within your walls calmed. 

But the vision triggered Sebastian’s own unraveling. He yanked your hips flush with his as he grunted and spilled inside you, his fingers pressing firm into your sides with every pulse until his knees threatened to give out.

As the office drifted back into focus, you gazed upward at the ceiling, in disbelief of what you had just done, but more stunned that you’d done it with Sebastian. But he was yours now, and the notion that your future together now held much more possibility made you positively giddy. You blinked up at him with heavy eyelids, your head still spinning in a post-orgasm haze as you watched him with adoration.

He smirked at you and extended a hand to help you from the desk. You slid to your feet and began gathering your clothing when you felt his arms latch around you from behind.

“Hold on now,” he hummed in your ear. “You’re okay, right?”

You spun to face him, the corners of your lips tugging upward in an amused smile. “Sebastian, I can barely stand upright after the way... the way my legs were shaking. How could I be anything other than okay?” you laughed. Sebastian looked satisfied with himself. Typically, you’d say something snarky, perhaps shove him away with playful banter to knock his ego down a few notches. But right now, you were too smitten, too elated to be anything but authentically, unequivocally exhilarated.

“Just checking,” Sebastian said with a shrug, one of his fingers twirling a lock of your hair. It wasn’t the first time he’d done it, but it felt entirely different. Now, it meant something.

“We should get out of here,” you finally said, your eyes scanning the office once more.

“Oh? I was starting to grow fond of the place,” Sebastian mused. “Was thinking we could spend the night in Black’s bed chamber.”

“Try explaining that one to Professor Weasley.”

“She’d probably resign on the spot.” 

The two of you hurried from the office and returned to the Trophy Room, where Duncan was still on the floor. Sebastian glanced at his pocket watch and flicked his wand. “Scourgify.” The trophies and their display cases sparkled. 

You moved to fetch one of the cleaning rags you’d left on the floor when Sebastian caught your arm. “Just so we’re clear,” he started, “We… you and I… Are we…”

“Not backing out on me now, are you?” you teased.

“No!” Sebastian said quickly. “I just… wanted to be sure this is all real.”

“Sebastian,” you deadpanned. “My undergarments are ruined, I’m fairly certain I have quill marks on my back, and I’m certain I won’t be able to walk come morning. So yes, this is very real.”

"But you and I... we're..." He rubbed the back of his neck and you couldn't help but smirk at his discomfort. "We're more than friends now, right?"

"Do mere friends do what we just did?"

"I mean, some do."

"Well, I happen to be a lady of honor and dignity," you said matter-of-factly, drawing a snort from Sebastian. "And I don't do those things without a little commitment."

"Believe me, I'm all yours."

"Good."

Sebastian looked delighted, but before he could respond, the sound of footsteps echoed from the corridor. 

“Goodness!” Professor Weasley exclaimed as she scurried toward Duncan. “What happened?”

You and Sebastian swapped a glance. “There you are, Professor!” Sebastian exclaimed, his voice feigning urgency. “We were just about to come looking for you!”

“What have you done to Mr. Hobhouse?” 

“We didn’t have a choice!” Sebastian insisted innocently. You clenched your jaw to suppress a laugh. Even after years of witnessing Sebastian’s charm and charisma, you were still impressed. “Duncan was trying to sneak through the Trophy Room. Tried to bribe us to keep quiet. Said something about sneaking into Professor Black’s office! We were going to come find you to let you know, but we didn’t want him to get away so we used Petrificus Totalus. I'm sorry, Professor!”

You prayed your face wasn’t flushed from fighting to maintain your composure. Professor Weasley’s sharp gaze shifted from Sebastian to you, and you immediately wore an expression of faux concern.

“And did Mr. Hobhouse say why he was trying to enter the headmaster’s office?” she asked.

“No, Professor,” you said, offering your own air of innocence. Though you weren’t as silver-tongued as Sebastian, you’d certainly learned a thing or two from him. “He was mumbling some nonsense about looking for a book of student names? Said something about wanting to ensure only purebloods would be admitted to Hogwarts. I’ve no idea what he was referring to.”

Professor Weasley’s eyes narrowed at the mention of the Book of Admittance. You made a mental note to explain to Sebastian later how you'd once stumbled upon it as you caught his eye and he shot you a confused frown.

“I see,” Professor Weasley said slowly. She turned to look at Duncan, who was still motionless on the floor. “That is a very serious offense, Mr. Hobhouse. You’ll be serving a month of detention, and the headmaster will be made aware of this. As for you two, you’re free to go.”

“Goodnight, Professor,” you and Sebastian said in unison, too smart to linger any longer. Sebastian winked at Duncan as you passed his lifeless form and retreated toward the staircase.

“Hope we didn’t leave any evidence in Black’s office,” Sebastian muttered quietly as you continued downward. “Hobhouse will surely try to spin his own tale once Weasley removes the body-bind spell.”

“Oh, I might have left something behind,” you said with a smirk. Sebastian turned to look at you in panicked alarm and you unleashed a flippant giggle.

“Don’t worry,” you assured him. “We’re in the clear.”

“Then what’d you leave behind?”

You flashed Sebastian a proud grin. “Duncan’s wand.”

[povlnfour]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ HEY TWITTER! (AA23)

pairing: alex albon x f!reader

summary: alex spends the night of a concert dancing with a beautiful stranger, he remembers everything about her, from her outfit to what her favorite song was — well, except for her name.

genre: humour, fluff

authors note: dedicated to my fabulous 🪐 anon for the most incredible idea (and also just being the most beautiful human being)

*faceclaim for y/n: yasmin wijnaldum (but please imagine her as you see fit)

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lilymhe one of us had way too much to drink last night, you have one guess

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lilymhe it’s the sticker gem still on your face that is getting me

user wait…. is this her…

lilymhe is this WHO

user GUYS I THINK THIS MIGHT BE HER

user GOOD JOB INTERNET

user @/alex_albon CAN YOU CONFIRM OR DENY

alex_albon OH MY

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user IT WAS HER!!! WE DID IT GUYS

user he found out who she was a few hours ago and he’s already on her instagram… maybe he has more power than we thought

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yourusername he bought doughnuts for us to share. omw to you with them now🤝

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lilymhe you’re telling me i walked in to you both laying like vampires passed out

user the plot thickens

user heavily entertained by the idea of alex legitimately falling in love with a girl whilst drunk, hunting her down using the internet, and then going instagram official within 72 hours

user i don’t think they’re dating aha

user @/user ok well if he doesn’t want her then i do

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alex_albon dating? what’s dating?

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mclaren @/williamsracing heard you may be in need of our services…?

williamsracing we’re listening👀

mclaren plans are already in action🤝

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lilymhe @/yourusername RING ME AGAIN WTF

alex_albon @/lilymhe she’s busy rn😁

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landonorris and yet IM the one with no rizz

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landosgf babe our relationship started because you hit me with your car ? that’s not rizz it’s stupidity

landonorris i regret ever introducing you two

yourusername i love you, or whatever🙄

mclaren @/williamsracing i’m not seeing a thank you?

williamsracing logan would have thanked us

alex_albon yes that’s right set him up next

logansargeant no thank yOU i can’t deal with the headache

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a/n: okay🤓 first post in a while. half written pre baby half written post. hopefully i’ve still got it LMAO. off to finish some written bits / write a new oscar imagine idea i had over the month

will i ever stop this mclaren matchmaking saga? i don’t think so

taglist: @iloveyou3000morgan @scopeiguess @gwginnyweasley @hetfieldd @sweetbabygirlsworld @wittywhispers @bingewatche @sebvettelsgirl @casperlikej @geniusalpaca @namgification @orangetreekid @

[lostintransist]

I have to be *criminally* early on this post because I saw it at only 14 notes.

Price who is the epitome of "stiff upper lip" British masculinity being completely overwhelmed and off-kilter when Nik compliments him, thirsts after him or is openly, enthusiastically in love. It's when Nik sees him for the first time after a break that he is the most unapologetically feral.

"Moyo serdtse raduyetsya, kogda ty ryadom, John. Ty moyo schast'ye!"

"Nik, I went out for a smoke, haa, I was gone five bloody minutes, put me down ya muppet, sto--ah," John says, while squirming, chuckling and flushing as Nik nuzzles and kisses.

Or, when he steps out in his suit and tie for a date, fresh shave and a little spritz of something nice smelling, and Nik behaves like he's the eighth wonder of the world. Kissing his knuckles, his neck, placing a hand on his waist and squeezing an arse cheek if he's feeling randy, whispering the sweetest and filthiest compliments.

And it's genuine, ain't it? He's not ribbing or using homoeroticism as banter. It's not just sex. Nik's bloody well in love with him. Him. John Price.

Price has never been the object of desire and love as he is for Nik and it makes his insides do this weird bloody fluttery, squirmy thing, his skin covered in goosebumps, freckled cheeks warm, and he can't help but grin bashfully and puff his chest a bit. Maybe there's a small somethin' in all that mushy shit after all.

[adoresia]

HOME RUN, LIKE THE WIND :

CHAPTER 7 ;

BITCH? HOE..! CUNT!!!!

hey siri, play Talk by Beabadoobee

series masterlist | JJK masterlist

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CW // vulgar language (bitch, hoe… cunt 😅) , rika’s crashout , they’re lowkey bullies to eachother.

No Rika isnt coming back fuck her and her whole existence in this series

I dont even know why shes here anyways shes not even part of the series planning i actually regret putting her in so bad

Im literally on chapter one of what is actually meant to happen and were 7 chapters in. kill me

Take this as a filler.

It is now forbidden to mention Rika anywhere in the house in the gc anywhere - Yuta (and me)

#newunspokenrule

yes she ghosted #RipRika but also spitting on her grave

i would not actually do that to anyone irl just to clarify RIP to all the dead please dont visit me in my dreams

Also Toge had to sleep outside the shared accommodation today #elohel #fuckaroundandfindout #donotcometomytown

Taglist ! : @shokosbunny @fushiguruuzzzz @blu3-l0v3r @lizbix @anonnieghost @juneii3 @madison777x @jvpit3rr @cup1dsh0t @potteraep @anotherwriternamedclara @cinnamxnangel @raven-nevra @s777athv @sunnie21 @cutiestawberries @evilari111 @shitoke-mushrooms-1128 @luluminati @louvmars @shittyclarineted @reverd-ck @rikaroses @miiiew @closehereyes @ravenbc @definitelynotanalien @hellokittycultleader @walllflowerrrsss @equkki

Sia here ! : Sorry this took a while AND ALSO if you commented on the last chapter i did see it and i giggled at all of them but i couldn’t reply because i was shaddowbanned and tumblr wouldnt let me but i feel like if i replied now it would be weird like??? ‘why is she only replying now’ type shit yk (😏) anyways yeah fuck rika im flipping her off rn

[waywardstation]

will you ever put anything for Kamado up on your shop? cant find anything for the old man anywhere lol 😭 if no, ive noticed that some people turn their art into acrylic stands, would you have any advice with that at all? :)

Hello!

Yes I plan to! He’s set to be in my second set of PLA keychains/stickers, along with Cyllene, Irida, Adaman, and Professor Laventon. I only have Irida and Adaman’s flats done however, the others are only sketched.

I also have a series that I am making of small, connecting keychains. There will be magnets in the hands, so that you can have them hold hands and make a train!

I also have Warden Ingo, Akari, and Rei done for this series. But I plan to draw other characters (and their pokemon), and Kamado is one of them ^^

And in general, here are some previews of other things I have planned that are past the sketching stage! The subway boss team pins and pokeshi doll wooden charms have many more sketched out, but I’ve been too unwell to draw them. I hope to finish them for January.

This Ingo and Akari asset is one of several old drawings I have wanted to reformat better for stickers, and maybe keychains, and sell all together a set. I also have to finish the others but haven’t been able to. But I want Uncle Ingo merch haha

AND as for turning your art into acrylic stands!! I recommend checking out Vograce, and their selection of standees ➡️here!!⬅️

Each standee’s page has a set of instructions to follow, and usually have downloadable templates for you to follow when creating merch. (If it doesn’t have a template, most likely you can just submit a flat drawing as is!)

I am certainly open to explaining more in-depth if you’d like, but besides recommending you draw art meant for physical merch in CYMK colors, and drawing in at least 1000x1000 pixels, vograce’s instructions and templates can be pretty straightforward :)

I just feel like I should mention, I’ve usually had overall good service with vograce, but there is always a risk, like with any company, that artwork doesn’t translate the best due to error, or products are damaged. If you show them any errors that were made to the product or anything that differs from any proofs they would send to you for approval, they should offer to replace it.

Thanks for the ask, anon!! ^^

[rachdalysworld]

Content note: This story includes themes of anxiety, emotional vulnerability, comfort-seeking behaviors, nurturing relationship dynamic, public anxiety and fear of exposure,fear of judgment, emotional breakdowns, and reassurance from friends.

The overall tone is comforting and supportive, focused on emotional healing, trust, and safe spaces for vulnerability.

Warning: Anxiety, public exposure anxiety, emotional vulnerability, self-doubt.

HAVEN’T READ IT AFTER WRITING IT SO EXCUSE THE MISTAKES AND PLEASE TELL ME IF IT DOESN’T MAKE SENSE LOL.

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“Part 4- Unexpected support”

Leah had led Y/N there, her hand warm and steady in Y/N’s. “This okay, love?” she murmured, her voice low and soft, a comforting anchor amidst the noise. Y/N nodded, her cheeks tinged with a soft pink as she looked around at the dimly lit corner they’d found. It was far enough away from the main crowd, yet close enough to catch glimpses of the game through the shadows.

“Yeah, this is perfect,” Y/N whispered, her voice a little unsteady.

Leah’s hand squeezed hers. “Good. Just me and you, love. Safe and quiet.”

Y/N’s heart was still racing from the anxiety of the game. The crowd, the noise, the constant movement—it had all been overwhelming. And now, here in this little corner, with Leah’s arms around her, Y/N felt a sense of relief wash over her. She didn’t have to pretend here; she didn’t have to hide her anxieties. Leah just seemed to understand.

But then the anxiety returned in a rush, and Y/N’s breath hitched. “I… I can’t… Leah… I don’t want anyone to see…”

Leah’s grip on her tightened. “Shh, love. It’s just us here. No one else. You’re safe, okay?”

Y/N shook her head, her eyes wide with fear. “But… what if someone comes in?”

Leah’s voice was soft, reassuring. “Then we’ll deal with it, love. But you don’t have to worry about that right now. Just be with me. Okay?”

Y/N nodded, her throat tight with the effort to hold back the tears. “Okay.”

Leah’s hand brushed her cheek, her thumb gently stroking away a tear that had slipped free. “I’m not going anywhere, love. I’m right here.”

Y/N’s breath hitched again, her anxiety clawing at her chest. “I… I don’t know what’s wrong with me…”

Leah’s eyes were steady, unwavering. “Nothing’s wrong with you, love. You’re just… you. And that’s perfect.”

The words seemed to loosen something inside Y/N, and she took a deep, shaky breath. “I… I don’t know if I can do this.”

Leah’s smile was soft, her touch gentle. “You can, love. I believe in you.”

Y/N’s chest tightened. “But what if someone sees…?”

Leah’s voice was calm, steady. “Then they see. And it’s okay, love. It’s just me and you. And if anyone else happens to see, then… well, they don’t have to understand. But you do.”

Y/N’s heart was pounding, the anxiety thick in her veins. “I don’t want anyone to know…”

Leah’s grip on her tightened. “Shh, love. It’s okay. You’re safe with me. Just… just let go.”

And then, without thinking, Leah lifted her shirt and pulled down her bra, exposing her chest to Y/N. “See, love?” she murmured, her voice soothing. ��It’s just us. You’re safe here. Just… just latch on.”

Y/N’s breath caught, her eyes wide. “I… I can’t…”

Leah’s eyes were gentle, understanding. “Yes, you can, love. I’m right here. Just… just let yourself feel safe. It’s okay. I’m not going anywhere.”

Y/N’s chest was tight, the anxiety choking her. “But… but what if someone comes in…?”

Leah’s smile was soft, reassuring. “Then we deal with it together. Okay?”

Y/N’s breath hitched, her whole body tense. “I… I don’t know if I can…”

But Leah’s touch was gentle, her voice soothing. “You can, love. I’m right here with you. Just let go. I’ve got you.”

And then, with a soft, trembling sigh, Y/N finally let herself lean into Leah’s chest, her head resting there as her lips sought the familiar warmth of Leah’s skin. Leah’s arms were around her, holding her close, grounding her in the moment.

“That’s it, love,” Leah murmured, her voice a soothing whisper. “You’re safe. Just… just let it out.”

Y/N’s tears fell silently, her body shaking with the effort to let go of the anxiety. Leah’s hands were gentle on her back, her touch a calming presence. “You’re okay, love. I’ve got you.”

And then, just as Y/N was starting to feel a little calmer, the door to the little corner creaked open, and a figure appeared in the dim light. Y/N’s heart leapt into her throat, her panic bubbling up again. “Oh no… Leah, someone’s here…”

Leah’s grip tightened. “Shh, love. It’s okay. Just hold on.”

But Y/N’s panic was overwhelming, her chest tight with the fear of being seen. “I… I can’t…”

Leah’s voice was calm, steady. “Yes, you can, love. Just… just let go. I’ve got you.”

The figure in the doorway gasped, their eyes wide with surprise. “Oh my God… I… I didn’t realize…”

Y/N’s heart raced, her panic spiking. “No… no, please… I… I need to go…”

But Leah’s grip was unyielding, her voice fierce. “No. You’re staying right here with me, love. You’re safe.”

The figure in the doorway—Alessia—looked between the two of them, her shock evident. “Leah… I… I didn’t know…”

Y/N’s face burned, her whole body tense with the effort to hide. “I… I’m sorry… I didn’t mean for anyone to see…”

Leah’s voice was steady, unwavering. “It’s okay, Alessia. Y/N’s going through something. And I’m here to help her.”

Alessia’s eyes were wide, her voice filled with concern. “But… but I didn’t… I mean… I didn’t mean to…”

Leah’s smile was soft, her touch reassuring. “It’s okay, Alessia. Y/N needs me right now. And I’m not going anywhere.”

Y/N’s tears were falling freely now, her panic overwhelming. “I… I don’t want anyone to know…”

Leah’s voice was fierce, her grip unwavering. “Shh, love. You’re not a burden. You’re perfect just the way you are. Never think otherwise.”

Alessia’s voice was a quiet comfort from the doorway. “Y/N, it’s okay. I won’t say anything. Your secret is safe with me.”

Y/N’s breath hitched, her body still shaking. “I… I don’t know what’s wrong with me…”

Leah’s touch was gentle, her voice soothing. “Nothing’s wrong, love. You’re just you. And that’s perfect.”

Alessia’s smile was understanding. “You’re not weird, Y/N. We all have our moments. You’re not alone.”

Leah kissed the top of Y/N’s head, her voice a soft whisper. “You’re safe, love. Always.”

And with Alessia quietly slipping away, leaving them alone again, Y/N felt a new kind of peace settle over her. Leah’s love surrounded her, a gentle, unwavering presence that made everything feel a little bit brighter.

“You’re safe now, love,” Leah whispered. “Always.”

And as Alessia quietly slipped away, leaving them alone again, Y/N felt a small but profound sense of peace settle over her. A sense of acceptance, of understanding, that this was just who she was, and that Leah and Alessia were there to help her through it. And with Leah’s arms around her, Y/N finally felt okay.

The world might not always understand her, but Leah and Alessia did. And that was enough.

A/N: GUYS! I DEEPLY APOLOGIZE! i’ve been so sick i couldn’t even move the first dayssss. but here it is now that i feel better. i hope you enjoy it. if y’all have any ideas for more parts feel free to request! Anyways. BIG LOVE, THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE💖

[birdofmay]

Btw, my grandparents on my mum's side spoke Fering (⬅️Wikipedia link), which is actively revived.

Yes, there is more than one Frisian language. "Frisian" as you know it is about West Frisia, but there's East Frisia and North Frisia too. If I'm not mistaken, all of these languages and their dialects are minority languages and many of them endangered.

If you're into language learning for fun, please learn a Frisian language! 😁

[servantserah]

✨ A guide to my Good Omens comics, fics and AUs ✨

Finally a new, reworked version! I've tried to compile this list with all my comics, AUs, fanfictions etc with links and tags to help everyone navigate them better! Please let me know if there are any questions or you'd like me to add/change something!

👇👇 Click "read more" to get to the full list! 👇👇

Please note that this list only includes AUs and works that consist of several parts/are a series; one shot comics are not listed here.

All of these works can also be found on my instagram, some of them on Twitter/X under the same tags.

🌱 Myosotis 🌱

Main comic (completed):

Myosotis is a flower, also known as ‘Forget-me-not’. It symbolizes faithful love and memories. According to a German legend, God forgot naming this flower and said “I forgot you once, I shall never forget you again.” This comic takes place one year after the events of Good Omens season 1. Crowley and Aziraphale have lost all their memories about each other. They meet again, thinking the other is human and feeling drawn towards each other, they soon develop a strong connection.

➡️ Start reading ⬅️ | Tag: #myosotisAU

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Myosotis: Falter (completed):

This mini comic takes place 3 years after the conclusion of the Myosotis comic. Crowley and Aziraphale spend a rainy night at home when they get an unexpected visitor.

➡️ Start reading ⬅️ | Tag: #myosotis falter

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So, you stopped Armageddon! ...Now what? (completed)

This fanfiction takes place after the final scene of season 1. Crowley and Aziraphale celebrate their newfound freedom and Crowley wonders if and how things between him and the angel were going to change. And what should they do now that they’ve retired? So many doors have opened before them all at once, it’s a little overwhelming.

➡️ Start reading ⬅️ | Tag: #SYSA! ...NW?

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Crêpes (onging)

This comic takes place after the events of Good Omens season 2 and shows how Crowley deals with Aziraphale leaving.

➡️ Start reading ⬅️ | Tag: #Good Omens crepes

⚜️ GoodGardenerAU (ggAU for short) ⚜️

In this AU Warlock actually is the Antichrist and his demonic Nanny Lilith 'Ash' Ashtoreth has been tasked to take care of him and ensure he brings upon Armageddon. What happens when the Antichrist's nanny is actually a terrible demon who doesn't want Armageddon to happen, who forms deep friendships with the other humans at the ambassador's estate and, worst of all, falls in love with the human gardener? This AU isn't one consistent long comic, but a collection of several shorter comics, fanfictions and artworks. They are listed chronologically below.

Tag: #GoodGardenerAU

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Lilium (completed):

This comic tells the story of how Ash became Warlock's nanny.

➡️ Start reading ⬅️ | Tag: #ggAULilium

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Three Months (ongoing):

This fanfiction takes places immediately after the events of Lilium and is a glimpse into Ash's first three months living at the Dowling estate. It showcases their mental struggles and how they eventually let down their walls to befriend some of their new colleagues (among them the estate's gardener) and start their process of healing from millennia of trauma.

➡️ Start reading ⬅️ | Tag: #ggAU three months

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Why It Doesn't Snow (completed)

A mini comic where Ash and Francis uncover the mystery of why it has stopped snowing in the area ever since Warlock’s birth.

➡️ Start reading ⬅️ | Tag: #ggAUsnow

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Ineffable Uncles (completed)

This comic is part of the Good Omens/ggAU Multiverse. Aziraphale and Crowley offer to watch over their AU niece Eden (Francis and Ash's daughter) for a weekened. What could go wrong?

➡️ Start reading ⬅️ | Tag: #ggAUineffableUncles

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ggAU Skyrim AU

An AU of my AU? Yes, sue me. This is a The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim AU for my GoodGardenerAU. It takes place in the world and rough timeline of the game. Ash is a Dunmer working at Braidwood Inn in Kynesgrove who seems to live a second, secret life in the shadows. Francis is a Nord working at Hollyfrost farm outside of Windhelm. Warlock is the Nord son of two busy trades people at Windhelm. Ash has been babysitting him since he was young. He is a normal boy who just so happens to have a special soul residing within him.

Tags: #ggAUSkyrim

These are AUs that exist but I sadly don't draw very often.

📚 Untitled Ineffable Wives AU 📚

This AU is still in progress! Aziraphale is a human working at her family's bookstore, while Crowley is a naga stranded in the human world. I won't give more details until I have it all more refined. They're very much lesbians in this.

Tag: #untitled wives au

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🧙🏼‍♂️ Ineffable Hobbit AU 🧙🏼‍♂️

An AU that takes place in Tolkien's Middle Earth, set primarily during the events of The Hobbit movies. Aziraphale Bilbo Baggins lives a quiet but peaceful life in The Shire until a wizard and thirteen dwarves drag him into an adventure to reclaim the dwarven mountain kingdom of Erebor from the terrible dragon Smaugley…. Only that Smaugley doesn’t seem all that terrible.

Tag: #IneffableHobbitAU

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What Are Friends For? | Part III

Sebastian Sallow x F!OC

Rating: Explicit/MDNI (smut, language); all characters are 18+ Chapter tags: smut, friends with benefits, friends to lovers, sexual tension, sex, oral sex, mild bondage, light dom/sub, 3rd person POV, happy ending

Notes: We've reached the end! Thank you to everyone who has read and followed along with this little series, and thank you to the kickass anon who requested it. I appreciate all of the feedback and am so grateful for all of you!

➡️ Read on AO3 or below the cut. ⬅️ Read Part 2

Sebastian paced his dorm room. Nevermind it was nearly 2 a.m. Nevermind that Ominis was huffing and puffing as he tossed and turned at the sound of Sebastian’s manic state. Nevermind that Stella was also awake, staring at the ceiling above her own bed just a corridor away.

“Sebastian,” Ominis finally sighed. “Go to sleep, mate.”

“I can’t.”

“And why not? Too busy scheming more ways to thrust me toward Poppy Sweeting?”

Sebastian stopped, his own dilemmas momentarily on pause. “Thrusting?” he mused. “Did something happen between you two?” He could hear Ominis shift between the bedsheets.

“That’s none of your business,” he replied tersely. Sebastian tutted.

“Ominis, I’m the only reason you and Poppy got some alone time to begin with,” he noted. “It’s absolutely my business.” 

“No, but it’s absolutely in your best interest to keep your nose in your own affairs and to go to sleep before I hex you.”

“Clearly there was no thrusting between you and Poppy, given how uptight you are,” Sebastian muttered.

“Yeah, then what’s your excuse?”

Sebastian froze. Even in the dark, he could feel the smug satisfaction creeping over Ominis’ features.

“What do you know?” Sebastian demanded.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Ominis muttered. “Clearly, something is going on with you and Stella. The sexual tension is suffocating. I don’t know what’s happened between you two, but you’re fools for trying to conceal it. And you’re clearly losing your damn mind over it.”

“It’s nothing.”

“Liar.”

“Don’t make me set fire to your bed curtains again.”

“Don’t make me turn you in for murder.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes and retreated to his bed. He sat on the edge, peering at nothing as the room fell quiet again, Callum Barclay’s snores the only sound until Sebastian heaved a sigh.

“Ominis,” he finally called out. 

“Yes?”

“Have you ever been in love?”

“Have you inhaled too many fumes in Potions again?”

“Come off it, mate.”

It was Ominis’ turn to sigh. “No, Sebastian. I’ve never been in love,” he said. “But while I can’t give you any advice on that topic, I can tell you that if you have feelings for a certain dark-haired Slytherin, you’d better tell her. I overheard Leander Prewett and Arthur Plummly talking in Charms class. Prewett’s going to ask her out.”

“What?!”

“Oi, keep your voice down! Some of us have sensitive hearing,” Ominis snapped as Callum stirred briefly.

Sebastian ignored them both. “Leander Prewett? Is that a joke?” he asked.

“Pull your head from your arse, Sebastian. Damn near every bloke in this school’s got a hard-on for Stella,” Ominis noted. “You can’t blame them for showing interest, especially when you’re too cowardly to do it yourself.”

Sebastian swore. Leander Prewett? That pompous Gryffindor with scrambled eggs for brains? Surely he stood no chance with Stella… right?

But Sebastian had seen Stella and Leander spend time together. They often played Summoner’s Court after class and occasionally studied together. What if she harbored secret feelings for him? What if she was picturing Leander every time she was with Sebastian? It was enough to make his stomach lurch.

“Fucking Prewett,” Sebastian growled.

“Oh, for Salazar’s sake,” Ominis hissed. “Surely you can’t be this dense, can you?”

“Huh?”

“I stand corrected,” Ominis muttered. He rolled over so he was facing Sebastian’s side of the room, his voice brimming with annoyance. “Sebastian, she clearly is smitten by you, too. Think about it. Think about everything she’s done for you. She’s nearly died for you. Hell, she probably would if it came down to it. She wouldn’t do any of that if she didn’t love you. She does everything for you."

Sebastian mulled over Ominis’ observations. It was true, Stella went out of her way to support him, and it was always unconditional. She backed him without question, perhaps to a fault at times. But Sebastian had always chalked that up to Stella’s character. She was a fiercely loyal friend and an even better person; a rare pillar of conviction in a world riddled with cowardice and greed. Of course she’d do all of that for him. It didn’t mean she loved him, did it?

But Ominis, despite his lack of eyesight, was the most observant person Sebastian knew. He made up for what he couldn’t see by feeling. He had an inimitable sense for emotion, as if his wand’s crimson, glowing tip had a secret trait for telepathy. 

Sebastian flopped backward. The notion that Stella might actually return his feelings confirmed he needed to take initiative before it was too late. He’d fight like hell before he lost her to the likes of Leander Prewett, or he’d die trying. 

He’d take a gamble and pray that just once, the odds were in his favor.

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Stella shied away from breakfast in the Great Hall the following morning; partly because she, too, was lacking sleep and was fearful she looked like a banshee, but mainly because she felt like she was losing her fucking mind.

She should have known this would happen. She was a smart girl, nearly the top of her class. Surely she should have recognized sleeping with the object of her utmost affections was playing with a fire that would swell and spread before it could be tamed. She was in too deep and now she was going to fucking drown in the treacherous sea that was Sebastian Sallow.

Fucking hell. This was her own doing and now she’d have to sort herself out.

She had no choice but to call things off. She’d tell Sebastian she no longer wanted to carry out their arrangement. He wouldn’t mind, right? After all, wasn’t the entire point of their sexual education experience to help him improve for his future partners? Stella was never meant to be the final notch in his belt.

But oh, how she wanted to be. How she wanted to experience Sebastian in seclusion every night. She wanted to explore more of him, to discover what happened when he was relaxed and unbothered, and to find out how it’d feel when she was unleashed. She wanted him raw and unfiltered, free from any fears and implications. She wanted the real Sebastian.

But the dinner hour approached and she was still nowhere to be found. That was by design, of course, as she cowered in her dormitory, too afraid to face Sebastian. 

It wasn’t that she was fearful for his reaction. She assumed he wouldn’t care if she withdrew from her role as his casual sex partner. She was terrified of what would happen after that. Would their friendship survive their reckless antics?

When dinner started, Sebastian fidgeted in his seat at the Slytherin table. Stella was clearly avoiding him. But he needed to strike while his resolve was hot. He’d spent the day preparing, gassing himself up to take the risk necessary and prove he was capable of loving her in all the ways she deserved.

Sebastian shoved himself away from the table, ignoring Ominis’ scolding remarks, and returned to the dungeons. 

The knock on her dormitory door forced Stella upright in bed. She glanced nervously at the door as ten different decisions plagued her mind. Should she pretend to be asleep? She could always say she’d fallen ill. Perhaps she could merely disappear into thin air, ceasing to exist.

“Come in,” she finally sighed, clinging to the bed covers. The door creaked open and Sebastian’s head surfaced through the crack.

“Hey,” he said quietly.

“Hey.”

“You, er, feeling alright?” Sebastian asked as he strode into the room. The door snapped shut again, leaving Sebastian to linger near the foot of Stella’s bed.

“Oh, I’m feeling fine,” Stella said nonchalantly. “Just wasn’t hungry, is all.”

Sebastian blinked at her. “Stell, in the nearly three years I’ve known you, you’ve never skipped dinner.”

“Well, maybe there’s a first for everything.”

Sebastian sighed and sat at the edge of the bed, his eyes determinedly on Stella’s rather than sneaking a glance at the dip in the neckline of her nightgown. “Stell, what’s going on?” he pressed. It was Stella’s turn to sigh, her feet fidgeting nervously beneath the blanket. 

“I don’t think we should… do what we’ve been doing anymore,” she said carefully. Sebastian stilled, hoping the wind that was knocked from him wasn’t visible.

“Oh,” he said as he forced a steady tone. “Wh-why not?”

“I just think we should probably quit before we get too carried away.”

“Did I do something wrong?”

“What? No! Not at all, Seb. You’re… you were great.”

“I don’t understand.” And then it hit him. Sebastian’s fists balled, a tell that anger was seeping into his veins and threatening to poison his composure. “Wait. Is this because of Prewett?”

“What?”

“Prewett. You’re going out with him, aren’t you?”

“What?!”

“Be honest.”

Stella was dumbstruck. What on Earth did Leander Bloody Prewett have to do with anything? “Sebastian,” she sputtered. “What are you on about? I’m not going out with anyone, and sure as hell not Leander.”

“Just be honest,” Sebastian repeated hotly. “There’s no need to lie, especially to me of all people. I can take it.”

“Can take what?” Stella’s wide eyes searched him frantically for clarity. “Sebastian, why would I lie about that? If I were going out with someone, of course I’d tell you.”

“Then why don’t you want to… to sleep with me anymore?”

“I just don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Bullshit. That’s not a good reason, Stella.”

“I don’t owe you a reason,” Stella snapped. Her eyes were narrow now, piercing him with an aggravation that masked crippling pain. “I said I don’t want to do it anymore.”

But Sebastian saw through her. He’d grown accustomed to her defensive cues, like the way she crossed her arms and the way she sucked her top row of teeth.

“Do you genuinely no longer want to?” Sebastian challenged. “Or are you afraid because you enjoy it too much?”

Stella fought to maintain an expression of indifference, but Sebastian could see the way her nostrils flared. It was another discreet indication of her discomfort, but Sebastian knew to look for it. That was the most challenging part of befriending Sebastian Sallow. He could read Stella with more ease than any of the books stacked at his bedside.

“Fuck off, Sebastian.”

“Tell me the truth and I will. Tell me it’s because you genuinely want to stop and I’ll leave.”

“Why does it matter? Why do you care?”

“Why wouldn’t I care?” Sebastian’s eyes flashed. It wasn’t anger that set them ablaze, but something much more desperate and organic; an exhausted exasperation void of any more fight; a white flag, ready to reveal the truth. “Stella, come on,” he breathed, “Don’t push me away.”

“Sebastian, I’m not. I’m just-”

“You’re just what? If you’re not going out with anyone, why are you suddenly adverse to our arrangement?”

“Because that’s all it is, Sebastian!” Stella blurted out. “All this is to you is a stupid little arrangement.”

“When did I ever say that? When have I ever said this is stupid or meaningless to me?”

“Isn’t it?”

“No.”

Stella blinked. “Oh.”

“Is it meaningless to you?”

“No.”

“Then it sounds like we’re on the same page,” Sebastian said. 

“And what page is that, Sebastian? I don’t want to be vague about this.”

Sebastian swallowed, his eyes studying the bed curtains that were pulled to the side. He had to get this right. He had to be open, honest and forthcoming. He had to make his intentions clear and his feelings unmistakable. And he had to show some initiative. “The page where we both admit that we’re more than friends.”

Stella’s pulse beat all the way to her fingertips. The bedsheets became too constrictive, too tight around her legs. She remained rooted in place, paralyzed by the notion none of this was real and she’d wake up in a cold, sorrowful sweat.

“You want to be more than friends?” she finally squeaked.

“Of course, I do.”

“Why didn’t you say anything before?”

“Because it’s not a common, everyday dinner discussion.”

“So then why are you telling me now?”

“Because I’m tired of pretending like your mere existence isn’t the driving force for mine.”

There. That was about as blunt as Sebastian could be. It was peak vulnerability – so much so, he began to ponder ways to sink beneath the floorboards, never to be seen again, if Stella rejected him.

Instead, she gazed at him with soft warmth as she gathered her own thoughts in an attempt to find the right words. The ringing in her ears surged to a knee-buckling hum. 

“Sebastian,” she started. “You should have told me.”

“Would it have made a difference?”

“Of course it would have.”

Sebastian turned sharply to look at her, his brow furrowed. He looked more alarmed than confused, as if the notion that his feelings weren’t unrequited was a foreign, unchartered concept.

“What exactly are you saying?” he asked sharply. Stella sighed.

“Sebastian, of course I see you as more than a friend,” she said. “I adore you.”

“You what?”

“You heard me.”

“Oh.”

“Now can we stop doing whatever this is?” Stella gestured wildly at nothing. “This silly, stupid dance around the truth? Can we just… be together, open and honestly?”

Sebastian straightened. He wiped his palms against his kneecaps. “Yes,” he breathed.

“Good.” Stella shifted and it became clear to Sebastian that their future was now in his hands. She was waiting, silently begging, for him to act, to prove to her this was all for real. 

He kicked his shoes off and turned until he was crawling toward her, their anticipation rising each time his knees dug into the mattress until he was kneeling next to her, cupping her face in his hands.

“You look really beautiful in that,” he murmured, tilting his head as his eyes grazed over Stella’s nightgown. He leaned in to kiss her with a gentle ease, indicative of the soft side only she could bring out. When he pulled away, his fingers traced the neckline of the nightgown until they reached her collarbone. “You’d look better without it, though.”

Stella’s flush seeped across her neck and chest. Sebastian peeled back the covers and she shivered at the loss in warmth, though the chill was fleeting when his hands snaked across the tops of her thighs. His fingers found the hem of the nightgown while his eyes met Stella’s. When she didn’t break their gaze or protest, Sebastian continued, lifting the hem of her nightgown upward, slowly exposing every inch of her form until he was tugging it over her head.

Sebastian’s trousers tightened immediately. The sight of Stella’s bare body splayed out beneath him ignited every nerve ending until he was hot to the touch. But first, he was going to touch her until he ensured she was permanently his.

Sebastian fished his wand from his pocket and studied Stella with intense eyes. “Do you trust me?” he asked.

Stella blinked. “That’s a loaded question," she rasped. Her lips parted in a playful smile and she reached to pull him into a kiss. “You know I trust you. But don’t make me regret it.”

Game on. 

“Lay back,” Sebastian ordered. He smirked and flicked his wand toward Stella. “Incarcerous irenen.”

In hindsight, Stella should have seen this coming. Manacles manifested around her wrists and ankles and Sebastian straightened proudly as he admired his handiwork.

"Sebastian!" Stella gasped. "What's gotten into you?"

“Looks like I learned something in the library the other day, after all. Sophronia would be so proud,” Sebastian said smugly.

“Sophronia would hurl herself into the lake if her innocent eyes saw what we were up to."

“Let’s keep that in mind the next time she tries to quiz us in exchange for library books,” Sebastian muttered. He studied Stella to ensure she wasn't bothered. "In all seriousness," he continued, tracing a finger over the curve of her waist, "You've spent these past days helping me, but you've been holding back. Now, it's your turn to let go."

They fell quiet as Sebastian committed the erotic vision of Stella’s shackled form to memory.

“Those aren’t too tight, are they?” he asked.

“No.”

“And you’ll tell me if you want me to stop?”

“Of course.”

“Are you cold?” he asked as he reached a hand toward one of her taut nipples. Stella inhaled sharply through her nose at his touch. He ran the pad of his thumb across it and shifted positions until he was straddling her. “We’ll go nice and slow, okay?” he said, mimicking her own words from the previous day. They were genuine, but there was no mistaking a hint of playfulness.

Sebastian leaned downward to kiss her neck, the remnants of the day’s perfume lingering. His teeth nipped gently at the skin before he proceeded downward, his mouth finding her right breast while his hand cupped the left. His palm relished the soft, yielding flesh as his tongue flattened and flickered over her nipple. He sucked gently until Stella squirmed beneath him.

“Relax,” he ordered with a smirk. Stella swallowed a snide response.

Sebastian’s hands raked over her sides, following the curve of her waist until they found her hips, his mouth still preoccupied by her breasts. He shimmied himself lower until he could press a kiss to each hip bone. Stella’s thigh muscles twitched beneath him.

But Sebastian took his time, his lips grazing across her navel as the tension pulled tighter within her core. Soon, his mouth was dragging over the tops of her thighs, inching inward until Stella’s hips were rising off the bed in eager anguish.

He pressed a kiss just above her slit and she finally issued a pitiful whimper. Sebastian smirked against her skin.

His tongue lapped at her entrance with cruel deliberation – slow, cruel and inhumane. The manacles around Stella’s ankles clinked as she strained against them, desperate to part her thighs more. But Sebastian wasn’t presently concerned about how far her knees could spread. He could do plenty of damage as is.

His tongue ghosted across her clit with such haste, Stella wondered if she’d imagined it. But it returned with more earnestness, pressing and prodding until a moan left her lips. Sebastian rolled his tongue, its repetitious waves weathering against her bud until he could taste her own tide. Stella panted and puffed, her eyes clamped shut as she begged for the final surge.

“Sebastian,” she breathed. “Sebastian, I’m so close.”

More, more, more. That was the phrase on repeat in both of their brains, their insatiable need to indulge in the other on full display. 

Sebastian’s fingers sank into the backs of Stella’s thighs as he applied more force, his tongue straining as it labored. He relieved it by sucking against her clit, pulling her release to the fringe of her nerve endings.

With a few more swipes, the straining cord snapped and Stella cried out. Her heels dug into the mattress while her fingernails pierced her own palms, the bindings around her wrists holding steadfast despite the pressure as she strained against them. Spasms surged from her clit until she was left in a spineless state.

“Merlin, you always taste divine,” Sebastian said as he straightened up to study Stella’s expression. She gazed at the ceiling with heavy eyelids, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath. Sebastian had initially intended to relieve her of her manacles, but she looked too fucking sinful, her face flushed and limbs bound, to resist.

Sebastian sank his middle finger inside her without warning. Stella gasped as the heel of his palm connected with her clit, still swollen and sensitive. The sounds of her slick release chorused louder as Sebastian pumped his hand, his finger driving inside her as his palm tapped against her clit.

Stella choked through a moan. Sebastian’s finger curled and she could feel it pulling against her front wall, which was already on the twitching cusp of another release. 

A few more dabs and Stella was writhing, her hips jutting upward as Sebastian’s finger triggered another climax. Her walls convulsed and the back of her head dug into the pillow, her wrists digging against the restraints.

She whimpered when it was over, unsure if she’d ever recover. The bed curtains blurred into a haze and the quiet dormitory filled with the piercing ring of rising blood pressure. She was sensitive below the waist, her inner thighs now slick and the bedsheets beneath her damp. She felt completely and utterly undone; a ruined heap of fucked out limbs, hair now full of static from the pillowcase. Surely, she looked like someone teetering toward the final stage of six feet under.

But Sebastian had never been more attracted to her. He fumbled hastily with his necktie and shirt while Stella blinked at him, still flat on her back.

“You know, I might be able to help you undress a bit faster if you’d release me from these restraints,” she mused.

“Oh, right.” Sebastian fumbled for his wand. “Finite.”

The manacles vanished and Stella rubbed at her left wrist, which was red from the way she had strained against the metal. Not wanting Sebastian to worry, she moved for his belt buckle and began undressing him from the waist down as he unbuttoned his shirt.

Once fully undressed, he paused to kiss Stella, slow and tender until his erection throbbed. He rose to his feet and stood next to the bed, looming above Stella who watched him curiously. He tugged on her ankles, pulling her toward the edge of the bed until her legs dangled over the side.

“On your stomach,” he ordered.

Stella swallowed. “But Seb, you… are you… will you…”

“Just do it.” Something about the sight of Stella’s undoing ignited a new sense of confidence in Sebastian. He was certain he’d make her moan his name all night if he wanted.

Stella complied. Her spine straightened when Sebastian moved behind her. He bent forward to kiss the nape of her neck before the tip of his cock nudged her entrance from behind. She let out a low, slow moan as he sank inside her.

Sebastian swore at the tight heat compressing around his cock. He stilled for a moment, pulling backward slowly as Stella’s walls worked to accommodate him. But the sight of her backside bent over the edge of the bed proved impossible to maintain much restraint.

Sebastian’s hips snapped forward and Stella's cunt clenched around him as the skin rippled across her ass. He moved again and again, hips thrusting in determined rhythm as his cock sought a steady pace.

Skin slapped, floorboards creaked and the bedsheets muffled Stella’s whimpering moans. Sebastian grunted and groaned above her, his hands clenching her hips as he drove them into the mattress.

Stella was so slick, so stretchy for him, Sebastian searched for permission to accelerate his movements. 

“You’re so good,” he groaned. “You take me so well.”

“More,” Stella moaned, the top bedsheet balled in her fists. It was exactly what Sebastian wanted to hear.

He pounded into her until her breathy moans became crying whimpers. Each thrust of his cock jolted her walls with a dizzying paradox of pressure and pleasure. Her spine curved more as if she was begging him to continue. 

“Fuck, Seb,” Stella whined. Her submissive state spurred Sebastian on more, his flat hands pinning her in place against the bed as he rocked harder against her. The slapping sound of their union escalated to quick, short pops, peppered with Stella’s erratic whimpers.

The bed scraped against the planks of the wood floor, a grating screech that was interrupted by the increasing pitch of Stella’s moans. They climbed higher and louder as Sebastian’s cock edged her toward the peak. She clamped her walls in desperation to coax her climax from him, her flesh greedily straining around his cock.

“Come for me,” Sebastian commanded. “You’re going to come all over my cock and you’re going to say my name when you do it.”

Sebastian rammed and rutted against Stella, jamming his cock into her most sensitive spot until her moans could surely be heard in the common room below them.

“You’re close,” Sebastian noted, using one hand to ball Stella’s hair. He tugged at it, arching her back and emphasizing her ass. Sebastian squeezed it with his other hand, pumping harder until he was certain her hips would shatter from the force.

Finally, the sharp, short thrusts drove Sebastian’s cock into Stella’s trigger and she wailed a long, loud guttural cry of his name. Her walls fluttered and her core released more slick response as Sebastian’s hips continued to work until he could ensure her satisfaction was complete.

He couldn’t wait to do it again. But now, he was merely relieved he had managed to fuck her to completion before his own. And best of all, he’d get an endless supply of more opportunities to hear her praise him and beg for more, to watch her come undone for him, because she was his now.

“You’re so fucking good when you come,” Sebastian groaned, his cock coated in the new surge of slickness. While Stella’s frame slackened beneath him, spent from its trio of ardent releases, Sebastian sought his reward.

He sank several more times into the tight squeeze of her walls until the muscles of his abdomen flexed and his cock twitched, sending a jet of his release inside her. Stella moaned at the surge in warmth spilling within her walls as Sebastian grunted through the grand finale. He pinned Stella to the bed, his hips flush with her ass until it was over.

“Fucking hell,” he breathed as he caught himself with his arms above Stella, to keep from crushing her with his tired weight. He panted to catch his breath as Stella remained docile beneath him. 

He knew he should back away, help her get dressed before someone else stumbled into the room. But all the moments from the previous hour – the revelations, the realizations, the reactions – settled within him with crushing force.

Stella, tired of staring at bed covers, rolled onto her back. She smiled up at him with tired eyes – tired, but gratified and unmistakably elated.

“Alright?” she asked.

Sebastian nodded, his eyes still in awe of her nude features. “I think so.”

Stella glowered at him. “You think so? Sebastian, I just let you turn me into a ragdoll, surely you don’t merely think so. Or else I’m going to be the one with performance anxiety.”

Sebastian grinned and finally stepped backward, only so that he could step around her legs to lay down next to her. He reached to pull her against himself, one arm draped around her waist as he used the other to prop himself up on an elbow. 

“Didn’t see any anxiety just now, did you?” he noted.

“No, I suppose not,” Stella agreed.

“Aren’t you lucky?” 

“Lucky?” Stella drawled. “If anything, you’re the lucky one. Lucky to have such a good coach.”

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Stricklake month 24 : Shipwrecked/Resort

I chose shipwrecked and went overboard with it. Not as much as last prompt but still...

SO I AM DONE. Did it take me forever to figure the pose out??? YES. Did I give up????? almost- BUT I DIDN’T.

Sooo. Walter get's shipwrecked as he is on a mission for his overlord Gunmar. He get's attacked and looses continuousness after a hard wood hit him on his head. However...a mysteriously and utterly beautiful creature seemes to save his life.

My written prompt for the picture ⬅️ press on me :3

Anyways, you will get a more lighted drawing:

And now closeups:

Small Infos about the designs/Story Ideas:

Barbara was REALLY hard. I had like 10 sketches of her face bc for some damn reason is that woman my NEMESIS TO DRAW. I kid you not her face is something else. I am not skilled enough. Though I managed to find something I liked. Obviously I toned down her colors to match the sea and used her signital colors. The markings on her eyes obviously resemble her glasses and I gave ger piercings...Just because.

Walter was easy as ever. I draw him so much that he just appears on my pages. He obviously slays with his outfit, mullet and piercings. Though he would wear it in canon...no? I mean maybe not a croptop but then again...he basically wears nothing anyways. He has the sigil of the Janus order on his gloves (fingerless bc UGH. HE IS GOOD LOOKING) and wears some form jewellery/accessories on his horns bc it looked nice.

Story wise it will be as I wrote above in the summary BUT you all get Info to the World building. As in 2023 Stricklake month fire/water (see in my masterpost) there is a war going on between the magical creatures/humans who ALL hate each other. (I am a sucker for magical wars) Only the trollhunter, Jim, will be able to retriev peace amongst the races with help of the first ever cross-raced couple Walter&Barbara. Walter is a changeling commander who recruites trolls/changeling for his overlord Gunmar and kills who refuse to bend the knee. He is the head of the Janus order who is secretly working on killing Gunmar to help the future trollhunter (Jim will be AFTER Barb meets Walt, He will also give Jim a gem that allows him to take a troll like form later). Walter gets caught one day and they ambushed him eventually. He is surprised and almost dies...but gets saved. The Story is simple enough, tell me some ideas to change or how it goes forward if you want <3

[thelambliesdown1974]

Okay but like walking across 🚶‍♂️ the sitting room 🐒🪑 I turn the television 📺 on 🔛 sitting beside you I look into your eyes 👁️ as the sound 🎼 of motor cars 🚗 fade in the night time 🌝 I swear I saw your face change 😲 it didn’t seem quite right 🤔 and it’s hello babe! 👋 with your guardian eyes so blue 👀 hey my baby 👶🏼 dont you know our love ❤️ is true 🫂 coming closer 👬 with our eyes 👁️ a distance falls around our bodies ⬅️➡️ out in the garden 🪴 the moon 🌙 seems very bright 💡 six 6️⃣ saintly shrouded men ✝️ move across the lawn 🏡 slowly the seventh walks in front 🚶‍♂️🚶‍♂️🚶‍♂️ with a torch 🔦 held high in hand 🤚 and it’s hey babe! 👋👶🏼 your suppers waiting for you 🍝 hey my baby! 👋👶🏼 don’t you know our love ❤️ is true 🫂 I’ve been so far from here 🌄 far from your loving arms 😘 it’s good to feel you again 🥰 it’s been a long long time ⏳⌛️… hasn’t it🤔…………………… I know 🤓 a farmer 👨‍🌾 who looks after a farm 🌾 with water clear 💧 he cares for all his harvest 🥕 I know 🤓 a fireman 👨‍🚒 who looks after the fire 🔥… cant you see he’s fooled you all 😈 yes it’s him again 🤯 can you see he’s fooled you all 😢 share his peace ☮️ sign the lease 📑 he’s a super sonic scientist 👨🏻‍🔬 he’s the guaranteed eternal sanctuary man 🙏 look! 👀 look into my mouth 👄 he cries 🗣️ and all the children 👧🏼 passed down many paths 🛤️ I bet my life you’ll walk inside 🚶‍♂️ hand in hand 🧑‍🤝‍🧑 gland in gland 😵‍💫 with a spoonful 🥄 of miracle 🕊️ it’s the guaranteed eternal sanctuary 🙏 (we will rock you 🪨 rock you 🪨 little snake 🐍 we will keep you snug ☺️ and warm 😊…………………… wearing feelings 😁 on our faces 💁‍♂️ while our faces took a rest 😴🛌 we walked across the fields 🌾 to see the children 👦🏼 of the west 🧭 but there was a host of dark skinned warriors 🤺 standing still below the ground 👇🏻 🌎 waiting for battle! ⚔️ fights begun they’ve been released 😡 killing for for peace ☮️ bang bang bang! 💥 bang bang bang! 💥 and they’ve given me a wonderful potion 🧪 but I cannot contain my emotion 😭 and even though I’m feeling good 😌 👍 something tells me 🧐 I better activate my prayer 🙏 capsule 💊 todays the day 📆 to celebrate 🎉 the for have met their fate 🪦 the order for rejoicing 🥳 and dancing 🕺 has come from our warlord 🤴…………………… wandering through the chaos �� the battle has left ⚔️ we climb up the mountain of human flesh 🗻 to a plateau of green grass 🏞️ and green trees 🌳 full of life 🕊️ a young figure 👦 sits still by a pool 🌊 he’s been stamped human bacon 🥓 by some butchery tool 🔪 he is you 🫵 social security 🧑‍⚖️ took care of this lad we watch 👀 in reverence as narcissus 😌 is turned to a flower 🌸 a flower? 🌸 …………………… if you go down ⬇️ to willow farm 🌳 to look for butterflies 🦋 flutterbyes gutter flies 🪰 open your eyes 👁️ it’s full of surprise 😲 eye one lies like a fox 🦊 on the rock 🪨 in the musical box 🎶📦 there’s mum and dad 👨‍👧👩‍👧 and good and bad 😇😈 and everyone happy to be here 😋 there’s Winston Churchill dressed in drag 👠 he used to be a British flag 🇬🇧 plastic bag 🛍️ what a drag 🙄 the frog was a prince 🫅 the prince was a brick 🧱 the brick was an egg 🍳 the egg was a bird 🦅 have you heard 👂 yes! We’re happy as fish 🐟 and gorgeous and geese 🦢 and wonderful clean in the morning 🧼 we’ve got everything 🤑 we’re growing everything 🌱 we’ve got some in ⬅️ we’ve got some out ➡️ we’ve got some wild things 👹 floating about 🕴️everyone 👦👩🧑 we’re changing everyone 😧 you name them all we’ve had them here 👈 and the real stars are still to appear! ⭐️🤩 feel your body melt 🫠 mum 👩 to mud 🪱 to mad 😡 to dad 👨🏻 dad diddly office ✏️ dad diddly office ✏️ you’re all full of ball 🏀 dad 👨🏻 to dam 🦫 to dumb 😛 to mum 👩 mom diddly washing 🧽 mom diddly washing 🧽 you’re all full of ball 🏀 let me hear you lies 👂 we’re living this up 🆙 to the eyes 👀 mama I want you now! 😩

[rizdoodles]

I randomly see you all over my dash and I find great amusement that your girl's name is Pepito.... Is there a backstory to that?

➡️ YES ⬅️

[lura-valentine]

Where. Is. She?

MHA / BNHA fanfiction

Dabi x Rain

World of My Hero Academia / Boku no Hero Academia

With the exception of Rain all characters belong to Kōhei Horikoshi

Dabi x Rain ➡️ click for Rain's profil ⬅️

Please note that English is not my first language. So forgive me for mistakes.

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Where. Is. She?

The warmth of the room caressed her skin as Rain stood in front of the mirror, styling her dark curls with practiced precision. The dim light from the shabby lamp over the sink bathed her face in a golden glow, making her deep red eyes shine like glowing rubies. She touched up her black eyeliner and accentuated her full lips with a dark red, a mask behind which she hid her emerging feelings.

"Hah! See? Perfect!" Himiko's voice was a high-pitched chirp, full of exaggerated euphoria as she appeared behind Rain and grabbed her shoulders. "Say, are you excited? We'll dance, we'll drink, and who knows, maybe I'll find someone to kiss!" A dreamy smile spread across Himiko's face as she leaned on Rain's shoulder.  

Rain snorted, but the smile that played around her lips was hard to suppress. "You just want to slash someone again, Himiko."  

“Oh, always these insinuations!” Himiko feigned outrage and turned around in a circle to show off her skimpy, blood-red dress – exactly what suited her.

Twice, who was sitting on one of the old chairs and debating with himself, glanced at Rain and nodded approvingly. "Wow, you look hot! -No, no, she doesn't just look hot, she looks damn good! -Yeah, exactly, if Dabi doesn't notice you today, then he's blind!"  

At his name, Rain froze for a moment. She lowered her gaze as if she was concentrating on the finishing touches to her appearance, but the quiet, nagging feeling in her chest wouldn't go away. Dabi wouldn't notice her. Not in the way she wanted.  

He had changed recently. Or rather, she had changed. Before, she had never thought about it when he threw a casual remark at her, when his smoky voice formed her name with that mocking warmth. But now she was searching in every look, in every moment, for something that wasn't there. Something she desperately wanted.  

But Dabi wasn't a man for such things. He hardly showed any emotions, kept his distance and lately this distance had become colder and more unbearable. Maybe it was her imagination, maybe just her wounded heart that was interpreting too many shadows in his movements. But if he no longer looked at her, no longer spoke to her, if he even withdrew when she entered the room... then that had to mean something, right?

"Ground control to Rain!" Himiko snapped her fingers in front of her face. "If you look like that for another second, people will think we're forcing you to come with us!"  

Rain pulled herself together and forced a smile that seemed almost convincing. "It's fine. Let's go."

The smell of alcohol, stale smoke and a hint of dust hung heavy in the air as the three walked through the hideout's gloomy bar. The neon lights flickered lazily over the walls, casting distorted shadows on the wooden counter behind which Kurogiri was polishing glasses with his usual calm. Spinner sat at one of the tables, his feet resting casually on the top, while Mr. Compress twirled a coin between his fingers and barely looked up.  

"Ah, the ladies want to go out today?" Kurogiri's deep, soft voice sounded almost amused as his misty face turned toward them.  

"Sure! Rain needs a distraction, so we go dancing!" Himiko announced with an almost childlike enthusiasm, which Rain only responded to with a tired smile.  

Spinner gave her a searching look. "Dancing, then? And you're sure that's the kind of distraction you're looking for?"  

Rain paused, looking at the geckoman for a moment. There was a strange sharpness in his words - or was she just imagining it?  

"Yes." Her voice sounded smoother than it felt. "I just need a few drinks and a little fun. No big deal."  

"Hmm." Mr. Compress flicked the coin, catching it deftly. "But remember, Rain - no matter what you seek tonight, it won't fill the hole you carry inside."

An icy tingle ran down her spine, but she pushed it away with a smug smile. "Oh, come on." Rain snorted, her voice dripping with irony as she leaned on the counter and shot a disdainful look at the crowd. "As if anyone here knows how I feel."  

Spinner laughed. A dry, throaty laugh that sounded more like a snort. "Oh Rain, everyone here knows how you feel."

Rain felt her neck tense, but she didn't move.  

"In fact," Spinner continued with a dirty grin, "it's so obvious that even Dabi understands. And that's exactly why he stays away from you."

A heavy moment came, the air in the room seemed to get thicker. Rain could feel the others' gazes - Himiko's sudden tension, Twice, who was moving restlessly, and Mr. Compress, who seemed frozen.

"Idiot, shut up!" Himiko's voice pierced the silence like a dagger. "That was completely unnecessary, you asshole!"  

Spinner shrugged as if he didn't care, but his eyes remained on Rain as he waited for her missiles.

Rain smiled. Not a bitter, hurt smile, but one that seemed almost bored. She let the words bounce off her as if they had never really meant anything.

"Oh please," she sighed, pushing herself away from the bar. "What a revelation. Dabi doesn't want me, so what? That doesn't mean I can't have fun tonight."  

She threw her hair over her shoulder, her red eyes sparkling with amusement. "There are enough men out there who are interested in me and maybe I'll find someone today."  

Himiko looked at her as if she wanted to protest, as if she saw something she didn't like behind Rain's cool facade. But Rain didn't give her a chance.  

"Come on, Himiko." She linked arms with her and grinned. “Night doesn’t wait.” And without looking back she walked out into the darkness with her head held high.

"Hey, wait!" Twice called after them, his voice oscillating between excited and uncertain. "I didn't dress up for nothing! Or maybe I did? No, I look fantastic! Although... maybe not?"

Just as he was about to rush to the door, a deep, thoughtful voice stopped him.  

"Twice." Kurogiri had barely moved and was still standing behind the counter, but his gaze was fixed on him. The dark mist that hid his face seemed almost menacing in the dim light.  

"Take care of her," he said calmly. "Rain is vulnerable right now. Make sure she doesn't do anything she might regret later."

Twice hesitated. There was a strange heaviness in these words, almost as if Kurogiri knew more than he was letting on. But he didn't want to let that spoil his mood - after all, it was a party night!  

"Sure! I'll look after her! - No, no, I'm guaranteed to fail! - Not true, I'm a perfect babysitter!" He waved an exaggerated hand and then stormed out the door to catch up with Rain and Himiko.

The night seemed restless, a patchwork of neon lights, drunken voices, and the distant screech of a siren fading somewhere in the distance. But the three villains had a goal - a place that not everyone knew and that was hidden from the eyes of the heroes.

They walked through the narrow streets, past greasy walls and flickering street lamps, until they stopped in front of an inconspicuous door. It looked like the forgotten back entrance of an old warehouse, dirty, rusty, as if it had been nothing special. But in front of her stood a man - or rather an animal in human form.  

The bouncer was huge, his broad frame wrapped in a fine suit. His head was that of a lion - thick golden fur with sharp yellow eyes that glittered in the darkness. His paws rested loosely at his sides, but everyone knew they could kill in a matter of seconds.  

As soon as he saw Rain, Himiko and Twice, his face twisted into a grim grin.  

"So who do we have here?" His voice was deep, almost like a growl. "Little Himiko and her usual suspects."

Himiko almost jumped at him. "Leo! Let's go in! I want to dance! I want to drink! I want -"  

"It's okay, it's okay." Leo laughed throatily and stepped aside to clear the way for them. "You know the rules. No trouble, no bodies. And if there are, make it look clean."  

Rain returned his gaze with a cool smile. "We will do our best."  

Leo let them pass and as soon as they were through the door, another world enveloped them - pulsating music that penetrated deep into the body, dim light dancing over sweaty, moving bodies and an air saturated with alcohol, smoke and dirty promises.  

It was just the right place for a night that should have no consequences.

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The night was cold, the wind carrying the heavy smell of rain and asphalt, while Dabi walked alongside Shigaraki through the narrow streets, his hood pulled low over his face. The neon lights of the city reflected in puddles on the ground, casting distorted patterns across the dark facades, while somewhere in the distance a drunken scream echoed.  

It was one of those nights when the darkness clung to him like a second skin, enveloping him while the world continued to turn as if it didn't notice that something was brewing inside him - a feeling he didn't want to name.  

Shigaraki was calm, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his hoodie, his gaze barely visible under the hood. But Dabi knew that his boss was rarely this tense. Something was brewing inside him, too, something that made him uneasy.  

They headed purposefully toward the bar, the League's familiar hideout, a place where they would not have to be on guard, at least for a moment.  

The door swung heavily open and the smell of alcohol, cigarettes and stale air greeted them. Kurogiri stood behind the bar as usual while Mr. Compress let a coin slide through his fingers and Spinner sipped his drink boredly.  

Just as Dabi was about to take the stairs to the upper floor, Shigaraki stopped abruptly.  

"Where are the others?" His voice was scratchy, almost bored, but Dabi heard the slight suspicion in it.  

Spinner grinned broadly, his sharp teeth flashing in the dim light of the bar. "Gone dancing." He let the sentence hang in the air for a moment, as if to reinforce the effect, before adding with an amused laugh, "And if I understand correctly, Rain is looking to hook up with someone tonight."  

Dabi froze. The sentence hit him like an invisible blow, making the air around him stand still for a moment.

Had he heard that right? Rain... wants to find someone? It was an absurd thought. Rain, the woman who looked at him like he was the only man in the world. Rain, whose meaningful gaze could almost burn him if he wasn't careful.

And he... he had withdrawn. He had kept his distance. Because he didn't know what to do with her interest, didn't know what these feelings meant to him or whether he even wanted to admit them. But this distance was now driving her into the arms of another man.  

Something dark stirred within him, something he couldn't put into words, a feeling that pulsed hot in his veins, so much more dangerous than his blue flames.  

He didn't say a word and without even looking at Shigaraki or the others, he turned abruptly, left the stairs behind him, pushed the door open with unnecessary force and stepped out into the cold night.

Shigaraki sighed, his shoulders slumping for a moment as he studied Spinner with his red glowing eyes. "Why didn't you stop her?" His voice didn't even sound particularly angry, more like someone who saw an inevitable disaster coming. "We all knew how she felt about Dabi."  

Spinner shrugged, downed his drink and put the glass on the counter with a dull clink. "Yeah, we knew. But nobody knew what Dabi felt. That guy is more sealed up than a damn safe." He grinned crookedly. "Well, until just now. Now we know."  

Shigaraki twisted his mouth, his gaze sliding towards the door through which Dabi had just disappeared. It was rare that he interfered in his comrades personal affairs - he had enough demons of his own to fight. But... Dabi was important and if the fire devil walked into a disco full of strangers in that mood, trouble was inevitable. The League couldn't afford a circus, not now.  

With another annoyed sigh, he shoved his hands into the pockets of his hoodie and followed Dabi outside.

The night had grown colder, the wind bit unpleasantly through the streets, but Dabi walked as if he didn't notice it. His step was quick, purposeful, almost angry - as if he was fighting the urge to run.

Shigaraki caught up with him easily. "If you set fire to the disco, you'll get into trouble with the owner," he said dryly. "And we can't afford that right now."  

Dabi didn't react immediately. His jaw was tense, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his pants as if he was trying to contain his flames.

"I won't burn anything." His voice was quiet, but it sounded more like a promise to himself than a reassurance to Shigaraki.  

Shigaraki snorted quietly. "I'm coming with you... Not because I'm your damn babysitter, but because I don't feel like dragging you out of the rubble of a disco when you lose your temper."  

Dabi stopped abruptly and turned to him with sparkling eyes. "I won't freak out."  

"Sure." Shigaraki crossed his arms, his expression unimpressed. "That's why you're marching through the night in a wild frenzy, because you *don't* care that Rain wants to find someone else tonight."  

Dabi's fingers clenched in his trouser pockets.  

Shigaraki shook his head slowly. "You could have had her so easily, you know? She handed it to you on a silver platter. Everyone saw it. Everyone noticed the way she looked at you. But you? You backed away like she had the plague."  

Dabi looked away as if he could avoid having to deal with it.

Shigaraki sighed. "I don't usually interfere. But if you're so idiotic, then I'll ask you directly: Do you want her or not?"  

Dabi was silent. The wind tugged at his hood, his throat was dry. He didn't want to talk about it. Not about the moments when Rain's proximity almost drove him crazy. Not about the fact that her touches had ignited something in him that he couldn't control.  

But now? Now it was perhaps too late.  

"Tsk, you should hurry," Shigaraki finally said with a shrug. "Otherwise someone else will warm her bed tonight."  

Dabi gritted his teeth – and without another word he started moving again.

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Leo, the bouncer with the lion's mane, opened his eyes wide when he recognized the two men heading towards the club with quick, purposeful steps.  

Dabi and Shigaraki. The two most feared men in Japan.  

His stomach clenched involuntarily. Dabi's expression was different than usual - dangerous, dark, as if he was just looking for an excuse to set something on fire. Leo knew better than to get in the way. Without a word, he stepped aside and let the two pass, his gaze following them for a long time.

As soon as they stepped through the door, the pulsing, bass-soaked music greeted them. The beat was heavy, vibrating in the air like a second heartbeat while colorful lights danced over sweaty bodies. The smell of alcohol, smoke and perfume hung in the hazy atmosphere, mingling with the blurry babble of voices.  

Shigaraki glanced around the room, his red eyes narrowing slightly, as he spotted the two familiar faces at the bar. Himiko and Twice.  

They sat close together, Himiko gesticulating wildly with her glass in her hand while Twice shrugged.  

Dabi and Shigaraki stepped closer, their presence unnoticed due to the two's wild discussion.

"I can't believe it!" Himiko pulled an insulted pout, her eyes flashing in outrage. "All the attention belongs to her! This is so unfair! I'm the cute one here! I'm the one everyone's always staring at! But no—"  

Twice laughed harshly. "No wonder. Rain is a real eye-catcher..."  

Dabi's voice cut through the background noise like a knife and interrupted Twice's sentence.

"Where is she?"  

Both Himiko and Twice flinched in shock. Himiko blinked, her cheeks slightly flushed from the alcohol, but the look in Dabi's eyes sent an icy shiver down her spine. Twice, on the other hand, opened his mouth and closed it again, while Shigaraki just stood there quietly, watching the scene with a mixture of amusement and interest.  

"D-Dabi... Shigaraki... what?" Himiko needed a moment to compose herself. Then an uncertain smile followed. "What are you two doing here?"  

Dabi didn't move, his gaze burning into her.  

"Where. Is. She?"  

Himiko swallowed hard. Her finger slowly rose, pointing hesitantly at the dance floor.  

Dabi followed her movement and then he saw her. In the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by sweaty bodies and flickering lights, Rain moved with an elegance that made him hold his breath for a moment.  

Her dark red top clung to her figure, the black miniskirt was short enough to be just decent, while the fine patterns of the black nylon tights accentuated her legs. The red laces of her boots were a small, striking contrast, as was the gleam in her deep red eyes, which sparkled with joy.  

But that wasn't what made Dabi's blood boil. It was the man dancing with her. His hands rested loosely on her waist, his lips dangerously close to her ear as he said something that made her smile.  

Dabi's jaw clenched. He should have seen it coming. He should have realized that at some point she would get tired of circling around him without ever being allowed to land. That she wouldn't wait forever for him to decide whether to let her get close to him or not.

How stupid... So incredibly stupid.  

His fingers tingled with unspoken anger - not at Rain, not even at the guy whose hands were resting far too confidently on her curves. No, at himself. Because he had believed that his restraint would have no consequences.  

But here she was. Dancing, laughing, her lips curled into a seductive smile while a strange man whispered something in her ear.  

Something inside him snapped, he didn't even know when his feet set him in motion. Purposeful, with a dark, inescapable determination that grew with each step, he came ever closer.

The man didn't notice him until it was too late. Dabi's fingers closed around the collar of his shirt and pulled him towards him. The music blared, the lights flickered, but for a moment everything seemed to stand still.  

The guy hesitated and gritted his teeth as if he was thinking about attacking him - a pointless idea that vanished into thin air as soon as their eyes met. Whatever he saw in Dabi's eyes made him swallow.  

“Fuck off.” Dabi pushed him away slightly, just enough to let him know that he wasn't wanted here.

The guy took a step back. Then another. And then he was gone.

Rain blinked as if someone had just thrown a glass of cold water in her face.

"What the...?" Her red eyes flashed with anger as she finally turned to Dabi. "What the hell are you doing here?"

He was silent. The bass roared in her ears, people danced around her, but suddenly everything felt like an arena in which only the two of them existed.  

“Did you just chase away my crush?!”

Dabi's jaw tense again. "He was not your crush."  

"Not?" She laughed briefly, but it sounded bitter. "And how do you know that?"  

He stepped closer, the smell of smoke and ash clinging to him, mixing with the alcohol that permeated the air. His voice was deep, a dark growl beneath the dancing beats. "You're only doing this because you're hurt."  

Rain glared at him, her heart pounding in her chest. Anger and frustration spilled over, tearing her composure away.  

"And even if?" Her voice trembled with anger. "It's none of your fucking business what I do! You're a goddamn selfish person, Dabi. Just because you decided to be alone doesn't mean I have to!"  

His gaze darkened, something indefinable twitched across his face.  

Then she turned around. She just wanted to get away from him, away from the tightness in her chest, from the flames burning in her veins. But before she could take a step, she felt it. A rough hand around her wrist and a short tug - not coarse, but firm. She stumbled slightly, was pulled back, and when she opened her eyes, he was there and much too close.  

His hot lips pressed against hers, demanding, possessive, burning like the flames he controlled. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her tightly to him as if he didn't want to let her go.

The anger in her fizzled out, burned away in the heat of his kiss. Because at last he answered her.

A soft gasp escaped Rain's lips as Dabi's tongue slid demandingly into her mouth. A shiver ran through her body, her fingers digging into his dark hair as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself even closer to him. He tasted of smoke, of heat, of all the unspoken longings that had been building up inside her for months.  

Dabi pulled her even closer to him, as if he wasn't ready to let go of her even an inch. His fingers slid over her waist, further up until they landed on her back.

Then a chance touch where her wings sprouted. An electric tingle ran through her body and her dark feathers fluffed up involuntarily.

Dabi broke the kiss for a moment, his lips just a breath away from hers. He felt it - the slight vibrations under his hand, the uncontrolled twitching of her wings.  

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, a mixture of amusement and something deeper, darker. "Sensitive?" he whispered harshly.  

Rain stared at him, her cheeks red, her breathing heavy. But she didn't answer. Instead, she just pulled him back to her - and kissed him again.

Between the flickering light of the spotlights and the surging crowd, the two seemed to be in their own universe. The dance floor had shifted imperceptibly - an invisible circle in which no one dared to approach them. Some continued dancing, but their eyes rested on the couple in the middle.  

In a darker corner of the bar, Shigaraki flashed a faint smile, barely more than a twitch at the corners of his mouth. He crossed his arms and murmured almost inaudibly, "Well finally."

Himiko, who had been stirring her drink with a straw, paused and looked at him in surprise. "What did you say?"  

Twilight, who had just been tugging at his collar, followed Shigaraki's gaze.  

"He said 'finally,'" he repeated, as if he couldn't believe it himself. Then he blinked. "Wait, really?!"  

Himiko turned around quickly, her yellow eyes darting across the dance floor – and then she saw it too.

For a moment she was speechless. Then a broad, almost triumphant grin spread across her face.  

"I knew it!" she cried excitedly. "I knew he couldn't hold back forever!"  

Twice nodded frantically. "Yes, yes, yes, completely predictable – and still damn entertaining!"  

Shigaraki snorted quietly, raised his glass to his lips and took a sip. "Let's not disturb them and hope no one else dares. Otherwise Dabi will reduce this place to rubble."

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