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ohdeerfully · 1 year ago

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K hear me out, a wife! Reader x Alastor and Charlie finds out they had a kid when they were alive. (I don’t mind what the kids name is but make them young and passed due to Spanish flu, dark I know)

omg this has been sitting in my drafts so long, i love requests like this </3 im sorry if it seems rushed, i really wanted to finish it!

Mourning Dove

Alastor x Reader (angst, slight comfort at end) TW: CHILD DEATH, child sickness, reader referred to as a woman but doesnt effect story too much join my discord! ═══ ◈ ══════════ ◈ ══════════ ◈ ══════════ ◈ ═══

You sat yourself unceremoniously at the bar in the hotel lobby, shoulders slouched and cheek squished against the cold countertop. You weren’t one for alcohol, but you didn’t mind the company of Husk. He didn’t say much unless prompted, but that didn’t bother you. It was nice, honestly, after a day of dealing with the others.

“Somethin’ the matter?” Okay. Nevermind about him not saying much.

“Hmm?” You responded, barely peeking up from your finger that dragged patterns in the surface you laid against. “I’m good.”

“You don’t look it,” Husk observed, and you knew he was referring to the discoloration of your eyes and the residual dampness of your cheeks from crying. Your hair was a mess, too. Yeah, you looked like shit. “Tough day?”

“I guess, yeah,” You sighed, pushing yourself up and leaning back in a stretch while your fingers gripped the countertop to steady yourself. “Just thinking about… Y’know.”

He didn’t pry, and you were thankful for that. Husk did know a little, actually, and knew better than to push for more details. After being stuck with Alastor for so long, with the guy owning his soul and all, he inevitably learned some deep shit about him and, by extension, you. He just grunted in response and went back to spot cleaning his bottles of booze.

“(Y/N)!” A chipper voice called your name, and you squeezed your eyes shut in frustration. You thought you were done with all of this for the day, and you were so ready to just go to sleep. “I wanted everybody to join me for dinner today! We have a few new residents, so I want everybody to meet each other.”

You squeezed your lips to prevent a harsh word from responding to Charlie’s invitation. You were so tired. You feigned a weak smile and looked at her. You wanted to say no, to say you needed to sleep, but those huge, pleading eyes of hers caught the rejection in your throat. You tried to reason with yourself that Charlie doesn’t host stuff like this very often. It would just be one night. You’ll survive.

“Okay.”

She clasped her hands together and jumped on the balls of her feet, thanked you, and took off to find the next resident to invite. You held your head against your hand and you sighed dramatically. Husk looked at you from the corner of his eye, but opted to remain silent. You stood up after a few more minutes of quiet sulking, deciding you should fix yourself up for dinner.

In your room, you gently fixed your hair and threw on a casual outfit. Nothing super nice, just in case food started flying–knowing the antics of some of the hotel residents, it wouldn’t be a surprise.

You slowly made your way to the banquet room, which Charlie had installed for events like today. You could already hear the low murmur of small talk, and you were surprised to see a few new faces. Not a whole lot, just about five, alongside the familiar faces of your friends. Charlie’s hotel was, slowly but surely, becoming more successful.

You spotted Alastor quickly–he was hard to miss due to his height. You settled yourself in a chair next to him at a long table that Charlie had dragged into the room for everybody to sit at. You felt your skin prickle with the familiar sensation of static, which increased slightly as his attention turned towards you. He gave you a grin before focusing his eyes on the racket that was already picking up. You watched his smile curl, a bit sinister, as the sound of shouting caught your attention.

“-my fuckin’ business!” You picked up the tail end of Angel Dust fuming at Vaggie, one pair of arms crossed under his chest. He had a third hand on his hip, with his fourth hand jabbing an accusatory point at the woman in front of him.

“Guys, please!” Charlie pleaded, pressing her shoulder against Vaggie’s in an attempt to move her away from Angel. “I don’t want to scare my new guests away!”

“Tell this bitch to keep her nose outta my shit! I can’t have my fuckin’ life on the line because she doesn’t like my job!” Angel spat. There was a dangerous, maybe even frantic, look in his eyes. Before Charlie could say anything, Angel had spun around and stormed to the table. He ripped the chair out and slammed his body down. All four of his arms were crossed now as he glowered at the wooden tabletop.

You sighed, and felt a headache already forming.

Angel’s spirits quickly changed when Husk sulked into the room. He had his paws stuffed in his pockets, and glared at the air in front of him. He sat down at the other end of the table, but Angel was quick to stand up and saunter his way over to sit next to the cat. You couldn’t quite catch the flirtatious remarks that made Husk roll his eyes.

You observed them for a while, watching as Husk slowly grew more comfortable in the small talk he and Angel shared. He would never admit it, but you knew Husk didn’t hate Angel’s company. Husk seemingly said something about you to Angel that made him whip his head up to look at you. You quickly averted your gaze.

Charlie had been standing by her own chair, and a cough from her throat made the chatter die down. You didn’t really listen to the overly sappy speech she had started to give, your mind drifting away in absent thought. You picked your nails into the edge of the table, fidgeting with the light cloth.

Alastor caught your attention by lightly nudging his leg against yours. You trailed your eyes up to his, meeting his red gaze. There was a hint of worry in his eyes, and his grin twitched at the edges as he looked at your exhausted face. He tilted his head in a silent question.

You merely shook your head in response, and mouthed a quick “it’s nothing” and hoped that he wouldn’t press. He didn’t, but you knew he’d ask again in a private room.

Charlie sat down again, and Vaggie rubbed her shoulder, murmuring a silent praise. You dragged your eyes across the table, making note of the handful of new faces. None of them seemed to take Charlie very seriously, but that didn’t come as a surprise. They probably just liked free food.

The food in question seemingly materialized out of nowhere, and you chalked it up to her “princess of hell” type powers that she didn’t use very often. You smiled gratefully and, though you didn’t have much of an appetite, you started slowly picking at the plate in front of you.

The room once again began to rumble with small talk, but at some point the multiple conversations began to melt together until the whole table was talking to each other in one. Charlie was doing most of the heavy lifting with keeping the conversation going.

“-the deal with the Radio Demon and that gal next to him?” You perked your ears when you heard this reference to yourself. One of the new guests, some sort of lizard demon, had a finger pointed at the two of you. He had a slight country drawl in his voice. You saw Alastor’s smile widen when the attention of the table turned towards himself.

“My darling wife,” Alastor stated simply, briefly placing a hand on your shoulder. His eyes were closed as he smiled proudly. You silently nodded with a light, polite smiling. “We knew each other in life. It’s only natural for us to remain together. It would have been a shame for death to do us part.”

“Didn’t think you was the type…” The lizard said slowly, eyeing the two of you carefully. You didn’t blame him; what kind of nut job would marry the Radio Demon? Though, as Alastor said, you were married before Hell, and he wasn’t so… infamous back then. He was actually rather sweet, besides the whole serial killer thing–which, in your defense, you weren’t even aware of till he was shot to death.

“Didn’t think ya were the type to have a kid, either,” Angel piped up absently, one arm thrown lazily over the back of his chair. You watched as Husk tried desperately to shut him up as he continued to speak, but you barely heard the words over the sound of your heart picking up pace, and the increased radio frequency of Alastor’s. His body had stiffened and his eyes had shot open, quickly narrowing as his smile strained and curled dangerously, his gums visible in a snarl. His eyes were not on Angel, but on Husk, whose ears were flattened against his head and a nervous look in his wide eyes.

You weren’t really paying attention though, but you felt the intense tension and rapid prickling on your skin. Your breathing became more labored and you pointed your face to the table to try to hide the building tears in your eyes. You had tried so hard, all day, to push back the memories that kept threatening to resurface. What are the chances that on the same day, the topic was brought up, destroying the wall you had built to contain the anxiety, regret, grief…

You were kneeling by the wrinkled, messy sheets of the twin bed your son had been in for the past couple days. Your heart was tight, and you could barely breathe as you looked at him. He gazed blearily at the ceiling, following the path of the rocking fan. Every breath he took scratched at his throat, as if there were pebbles blocking the path. He barely had the strength to cough. His lips were dry and cracked, and his graying skin still had a flush of fever. You used a damp rag to clean the dried snot under his nose.

You had tried everything. Every recommended antibiotic, every treatment, therapy, exercise; nothing had worked. Nobody knew how to treat the illness. You had even tried to work with witch doctors that Alastor knew. You had spent so much of what little money you had trying to save your little boy.

Alastor was often gone during this time, being the one to go out and find something new to try. You never left the room, even when your husband tried to push you to go outside to stretch your legs or take a shower. He promised to watch over your son. But you just couldn’t, not with David laying on these dirty sheets, looking so frail, weak, and small. You had often called him little dove, and it made you sick to think that your nickname was now like a cruel adjective to describe his current state. A sick, frail baby bird. He had barely eaten in the past eight days, and you didn’t want to admit to yourself that any scratchy breath he took could be that last one.

You stiffened when his head rolled over towards you, and his eyes struggled to focus on you. His cracked lips grimaced for a moment, followed by a sharp, grating cough that made your heart drop and your eyes sting. You reached a shaky hand forward to smooth down his knotted hair.

“Am I going to be okay,” David said weakly. His voice caught on the tightness in his throat multiple times. “I feel really bad.”

“I know baby, but you’re okay,” You said tenderly, continuing to stroke his hair. “Your dad is getting you some new medicine. You’ll be okay.”

You were lying to him, and to yourself. But you couldn’t help but cling on to a morsel of hope–it was all you could do, really. David just looked towards you, his eyes flicking around slightly, unable to truly focus on anything.

“I’m tired.” He said. His breathing was labored.

“I know.”

Your emotions threatened to spill from your eyes as you watched him turn his head back towards the ceiling, eyes shutting. You didn’t want to cry; you couldn’t, not in front of him. You needed to stay strong for him.

You pressed the back of your hand to his burning forehead, and then trailed your hand to his chest, lightly pressing against him to feel his heartbeat. It was slow, and slowing. Your own heart picked up in response.

You heard the door in another room open, shut, and footsteps quickly pace towards the room. The door cracked lightly, and the tall, thin frame of your husband peeked in. He held a brown back tightly in his fist. With one look into your eyes, he knew something was wrong. Or, well, more wrong than usual.

You clenched your jaw to prevent any sob from escaping your lips as he sat the bag down on an end table and kneeled next to you, gripping your waist tightly as he looked at David. The boy’s breath had gotten dangerously quiet.

You watched as his eyes opened again.

“I’m tired.” He repeated, weaker this time.

Both you and Alastor leaned towards the bed, his hand on David’s leg as you gingerly lifted the boy’s head into your arms, pulling his light body towards yourself. You shifted yourself up into the bed with him, trying to wrap as much of yourself around your son as possible. You could feel his heartbeat getting slower with every weak breath he took.

“Sleep, then,” your voice trembled. You felt Alastor grip your shoulder, his other hand softly rubbing David’s arm. You couldn’t describe the expression on his face. “I’ll see you in the morning, little dove.” You lied.

“In heaven?” He responded. Your breath hitched at his words. He knew, somehow, that he was dying. How sick it was, for such a young boy to be aware of his impending death. How cruel God was.

“Yeah, I promise,” Was all you could muster. You worried that any more would destroy the dam that held back your tears.

It broke, though, when you felt David’s heart finally stop. You choked on a sob once, twice, before finally you started wailing. Screaming. You held a vice-like grip on the boy, both your arms and legs secured around him. Alastor was still quiet, but he had sat across from you on the bed and pulled you towards him, securing you and David’s still-warm body in an equally tight grip. You could feel his strained breathing and tight jaw against your head. He said something, but you didn’t hear him.

Your mind rushed back to the present when you felt a hand on your back. Your head whipped towards Alastor, who was looking at you. The table was dead silent, and there was still a look of rage in his eyes, but his smile held a softness that was only ever given to you. Your heart still beat strongly, and you struggled to breathe, but you were at least glad that your mind was still back in the present.

Evidently, barely any time had passed. Angel had a nervous look in his expression, which he tried and failed to mask as Husk cursed at him. Charlie was looking at you in worry.

“(Y/N),” She said softly. “...How come you never-”

“Truly, there is no point in speaking of life before death,” Alastor interrupted her, the usual cheer in his voice lilted by a masked emotion. You knew he felt the same grief as you, but he was a million times better at acting naturally. “What a waste of time and emotion.”

Alastor stood quickly, his hand trailing against your shoulders as he walked past you and towards Angel and Husk. Husk’s ears flattened to his skull again as Alastor loomed over them, hands behind his back as a smile twisted his features.

“Husker, my friend,” He said, the cat demon visibly flinching at the mention of his name. “Let’s take a walk.”

Husk didn’t move, and the room grew heavy with tension with every second as the sound of radio frequency got louder and somehow sharper. Alastor bent at the waist, his snarling smile inches away from the panicked expression on Husk’s face.

“Is the tomcat getting too old to hear?” You barely picked up Alastor’s words, but you definitely heard the threatening tone in his voice.

The cat swallowed hard before standing up. He shot one last infuriated look at Angel, before whipping his head back to attention when Alastor tapped his cane against the ground impatiently. The two of them left the room, and the tension in the air immediately lifted when the door shut.

Charlie startled you when she placed a delicate hand on your upper arm, and she guided you to your feet and out another set of doors. A weak smile touched her expression.

“Do you want to talk about it?” She asked as you both went up the stairs towards your hotel room. You shook your head silently at her offer. She only nodded back, and said nothing more. She opened the door to your room for you, and waited till you settled down in your bed before saying a string of comforting words that you didn’t really pay attention to. The door clicked softly, and you once again began to sob.

Only a few minutes passed before you felt your skin prickle with a static-like feeling. You had grown to find comfort in the odd sensation, and felt incredibly relieved when you knew Alastor was sitting next to you. You didn’t even hear him enter the room.

He pulled you wordlessly against his chest, lying the two of you down. You twisted yourself in his grip till your ear rested against him, listening to the odd drum of what you assumed was a heart.

“Has David been troubling you all day?” He asked you when your sobs slowed and you caught your breath. You nodded. Alastor rubbed a soothing hand on your shoulder blade. You recognized the tone of grief in his voice as he spoke. “What a pesky boy, even all these years later.”

You wrapped your arms tightly around Alastor’s neck as tears began flowing again.

Though you would never tell him, you often hoped Charlie’s idea of redemption would work. Your husband himself would likely never follow that path; you knew he saw no point and enjoyed the power he held in Hell. But, you wished every day to see your son again. To see your little dove.

You had promised him.

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4doras · 2 months ago

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ONE, THEN THE REST ౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆

you knew going to a party would result in a hangover, but you didn't know it would come with a boyfriend too ⊹♡

mark x f.reader

genre. fluff

wc. 1.5k

a/n. wanted to write SO badly so i decided to write for mark ^^ first mark fic (and dreamies fic!!) also i know quite literally nothing about frat parties/boys so sorry if this is COMPLETELY OFF… im just going off of how i imagine it ;; + warning for mentions of alcohol and swearing!!

mark lee. the number one frat boy. if you thought of mark, you'd think of the frat house. if you thought of the frat house, you thought about the lavish and extravagant parties it held. and if you thought of the parties, you thought of mark, the host of them all.

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“yesterday was actually insane, dude. the house was so packed, i swear the whole campus was there.” jaehyun was laying on the bed, limbs sprawled out.

no response.

more under the cut!

“you okay?” jaehyun rested on his elbows, sitting up to look at mark’s unfazed face. he noticed how odd mark had been acting after the party. it was like mark was in a daze, like he had seen the seven archangels at there.

“h-huh?” mark blinked himself back into reality. “yeah, im fine. just a bit tired from yesterday.”

“if you say so.” but jaehyun knew there was more to it than just being tired, there was definitely something up with mark. he didn't know what, but he knew he’d find out.

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the party was truly insane. it was one of the first ones you had been to in a while. if it wasn’t for your friends pleading at your feet for you to tag along, you wouldn't have gone, missing out on such a big event for the whole campus.

you weren’t an outcast. you used to go to parties every time there was one, but you stopped going after a while, as the adrenaline had left from how frequently you had gone to them. but this one was something else.

the various coloured lights blinding you from a few seconds before straying away from you, the alcohol burning as it went down your throat, the splash of the ping pong ball as it plopped into the red plastic cups; it was all a memory you'd never forget.

but what you hated the most? the lingering hangover the day after.

you knew your limits, but in the moment that “one more” sip of alcohol, that turned into many more, sounded so good.

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“y/n, you were crazy last night. i forget that you loved parties before you stopped going.” your best friend, yizhou, sat by you, on the edge of your bed.

“i'm never going to another party.” you groaned. “my he- no, my everything hurts.” despite the good memories, the hurt afterward was not worth it.

“you’ll probably have to go to the next party and every single one after, actually.” she giggled, a knowing grin plastered on her face. a grin you couldn't read.

“what exactly does that mean, yi.” everything past the drinking and the games was a blur. the multiple drinks messed up your head, merging different memories into one.

her jaw dropped, as if you were meant to remember the moment that you clearly couldn't recall. was it that serious if you couldn't remember it?

“you're telling me… you don't remember it? like, at all?” both her hands were on your shoulder, trying to shake the memory out of you.

“if it was as grand as you’re making it seem, i’d be raving about it right now.”

“y/n, you kissed mark.”

mark? the mark lee that every girl desired? you kissed mark?

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the next few nights were a mess. all you could think about was mark. the moment of kissing him slowly brought itself back into your mind, putting back missing pieces of the memory to build the whole thing back together.

it felt like the perfect timing – the way your hands fit each other perfectly, the way the kiss wasn't for show, but for your own selves – the way it felt so real, like he truly wanted it. but in the end, you knew you were just another girl to mark.

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“mark, i know somethings wrong, so just tell me what it is.” jaehyun sighed as he watched mark’s blank stare burn holes into the table that was peppered with crushed soda cans.

“nothing bad, it's just about… about the party.” mark hesitated. why was it so hard to say?

“well? am i supposed to know exactly what happened, or are you gonna tell me?” jaehyun joked, his smile faltering as he caught eyes with how serious mark looked.

“well, um. i kissed y/n, and i don't know… i keep thinking about it, its seriously driving me crazy, jaehyun.” mark confessed. his eyes were glossed over and full of thought.

“that's it?” jaehyun expected more, seeing how dignified mark was acting about it.

“i guess so. but seriously, dude. it felt so… right? it was like we were meant to kiss in that moment. or, we were meant to be? i don't know what i'm saying.” mark sat up straight after hearing what nonsense he was saying. him? having a crush on someone? mark liking someone was something that just wasn't possible in this universe.

“can i be honest? i think you like her, mark. the way you’re describing how you felt, and how you keep thinking about the kiss? i’m so sure that you’re in love with y/n.”

“what? i don't like her, it's just the kiss that's stuck in my head.”

“the kiss that you had with her, that is.”

–

mark would usually need the whole fraternity to hype him up enough to as much as approach you. but for this, he had to keep his little crush on you a secret. for now, only jaehyun would know. until you and him were dating, mark intended to keep it under wraps.

“you got this, you’re literally mark lee.” he reassure mark before pushing him in your direction.

“hey, uh, y/n.” he smiled softly, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

you looked to the side of you, hopefully to lock eyes with yizhou, but she slipped past you, followed by a quick “i just remembered i left something at my house!” and running off.

“hey, mark.” you smiled back, hoping he didn't notice your moment of panic.

“um,” why was he so nervous to talk to you? he could speak to any other girl perfectly fine, but you? it was like he was trying to tame a tiger. “i wanted to talk about the kiss.”

you couldn't tell how he felt about the kiss, his words were laced with an undetermined ribbon that you couldn't untie.

“yeah, of course.” you smiled through the uncertainty of getting your heart broken.

mark’s heart was racing. how could he bring up the fact that he was in love with you? what if you didn't like him back? and what if you told everyone he likes you and everyone laughs at the fact that he could get everyone but the one person he likes?

“i liked it? i mean, i like… you?” he had practiced this a billion times with jaehyun, how every possible scenario could have gone, but when he was right in front of you, it was much harder. “fuck,” he muttered under his breath. “i like you, y/n. like, seriously. i didn't accept it until jaehyun told me about how i was acting and then it was clear to me that i do. and i don't know if you like me too, but, i just wanted to get it off my chest, y’know? if i'm being honest, it's kinda been driving me insane, i keep thinking about you and… sorry, i'm just rambling now.” he was playing with the hem of his shirt, folding it into itself.

you didn't know how to respond, but then again, no girl would. your heart pounded, tightening at your chest the more you held the silence.

“i like you too, mark. i know every other girl would've said this because… you’re mark. but i really do mean it.” and even if you couldn’t tell him how much you loved him in words, you knew it in your mind that it was more than him being him.

it was past his flirtatious personality that made anyone feel more than a friend to him, past the way he would host the best parties, past his stupid frat boy persona.

“so… do you wanna ki-” you couldn't wait any longer. the moment you heard the first syllable of kiss, you pressed your lips against his, cutting him off. the kiss was needy, like you'd been waiting for his lips your whole life, which you basically had. his hands found your waist, holding you closer, and yours wrapped around his back, your warmths blending into one.

if it wasn’t for jaehyun, who had been hiding nearby, the two of you would be clinging onto each other until midnight, but he made his presence clear, and god, was it awkward.

–

knock, knock, knock! three firm knocks came from your door. “coming!” you called out, knowing it was your boyfriend, mark.

you opened the door to a very happy looking mark.

“hi, baby.” he took your face into his hands, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.

as you closed the door behind mark, you caught a glimpse of a dozen men, standing, waiting outside your dorm.

well, now that you and mark were together, the whole frat house would know, and soon the whole school.

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siddyyyyyyyy · 3 months ago

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Desperation Bruce Wayne x fem!Reader

MDNI wc: 1.8K warnings: smut, softdom!bruce, p in v, light spanking (?), praise, was too lazy to write the aftercare, so just imagine it summary: Bruce gets frustrated at the charity event and eventually takes it out on you once you are home. a/n: divider (@saradika-graphics), i felt myself cringe while writing this, and that usually means that i did well. but still, im sorry if it's too cheesy or unrealistic, i did my best to give you my vision😖

You know that Bruce despises events like these, too many rich people who never had to work a single day in their life, who always try to brag to him about the most unimpressive stuff, or try to have intelligent conversations about economics or social studies. It‘s all the same stuff as well, it‘s always the same ‘intelligent‘ discoveries these people try to tell him about. Fortunately, you only had to hear about Bruce complains and never had to fave these people on your own. Unfortunately, you convinced your husband to tag along with him tonight.

You didn‘t expect for a lot of people to approach the both of you, but it still happened, as Bruce is used to. But when they did, they never really acknowledged you. The very least someone did acknowledge you, was to simply give you a side glance before continuing to ‘subtly‘ brag about about how many cars he has.

Bruce‘s hand stays at its familiar place, around your waist, giving you an occasional squeeze. The squeezes become more frequent as the people around the round table keep talking to him, not giving him a chance to even steal a sip of his drink. You notice his growing frustration, even when he hides it well. The guests around the ball room are chatting amongst themselves, creating a bubble of mixed conversations, together with the subtle scent of alcohol and different perfumes. No doubts, expensive.

Finally, Bruce has a brilliant idea, and excuses the two of you from the table, before standing up and walking to the middle of the dance area.

»All this talk about money and expensive models gets on my nerves… they don‘t even bother talking about the topic of today‘s event.« He murmurs lowly as he smoothly glides you along with him, one hand holding yours, the other propped up against the curve of your waist.

You chuckle softly in return, studying his tired features, »I know... they actually make me feel like an intelligent person for once.«

Bruce expression softens finally, keeping his eyes glued to you.

»You are intelligent… even if it‘s not hard to be smarter than them.« He can‘t help but tease lightly, a faint smile playing on his lips. You pinch his shoulder in return, crinkling his perfect suit slightly.

Your peaceful dance under the classical music from the romantic era gets interrupted as a rather old man approaches the both of you, wearing a rich smile on his face. Bruce‘s expression falls immediately, reluctantly stopping the dance, even though he selfishly wants to keep going and ignore everyone else. But that would be childish, too.

»I sincerely apologise for interrupting your wonderful dance, but I was wondering...«

Your husband restrains himself from letting out the most annoyed sigh ever, keeping himself composed in front of the unfamiliar man. Maybe another economics man, ready to ramble his ears off about nothing other than his spendings on money and begging for Bruce‘s opinion about his decisions.

You watch them interact with a faint smile, knowing very well about your husband‘s annoyance, noticing his jaw clench every now and then. Luckily, the older men steps away, leaving you alone.

»He could‘ve just… nevermind.« Bruce sighs out, not bothering to curse him out, considering you are both still at a public event. He shakes his head lightly and focuses his gaze back on you, expression growing less guarded. »Ready to leave? It‘s getting late.«

You can‘t deny his offer, getting sick of the sticky air inside the ballroom as well. Bruce feels more than reliefed once you step out of the large, barouque building, approaching the car, where Alfred‘s already sitting inside, waiting to drive you both home.

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Once inside, Bruce gets rid of his tie and hangs up his suit jacket, before he finally turns his full attention to you. You just got rid of your high heels and can‘t wait to slip into bed to give your feet a break, but once you glance at Bruce, you‘re sure this won‘t be happening anytime soon.

»I don‘t know ‘bout you, but this evening made me really worked up...«

He slurs out quietly while taking some steps closer to you, secretly hoping you feel the same way. He doesn‘t need to hope though, because you‘d be happy to provide him in anything. You nod in response, letting him come closer and almost close the gap between you both.

»Oh, definitely… but I kinda enjoyed seeing you frustrated for once.« You smirk up at him, a mischivous glint in your eyes. It makes him shakes his head lightly in return, although the corners of his lips curl up slightly.

»Cheeky,« he exhales softly before pulling you closer by your hip, gently connecting your lips into a sweet kiss. Your hand props up at his chest, curling around the cool fabric while Bruce deepens the kiss. He makes you tilt your head, his larger hand resting by the nape of your neck.

It takes a lot in him not to finish what he started in the hallway, but he eventually breaks the kiss and takes steadying breaths, his eyes trained on you like a prey.

Your back hits the door as soon as you reach your master bedroom, making you huff out softly. Bruce doesn‘t waste his time to attack your neck with open-mouthed kisses and light bites, working his way down to the column of your throat, and down to your collarbones. A quiet hiss escapes you as you feel his bites become harsher, probably enough to create faint marks the next day. Your hands desperately clinge to his shoulders, one at the back of his neck, keeping him close while keeping you steady on your feet. A soft growl escapes him, seeming impatient. His hands finally stop roaming over you curves, picking you up by the back of your thighs. He sets you up against the next furniture, his moves being rushed and needy. Due to his rushed demeanor, he placed you down on the surface of the dresser messily, making you shift to be more comfortable on it.

»Sorry, I… I didn‘t hurt you, right?« He catches his breath as he takes you in on top of the dresser, noticing your flushed demeanor.

»I‘m all good, just didn‘t expect this,« you answer, pulling him closer by the collar of his shirt. Bruce grows smug at your action, letting himself be pulled close again. His breath fans against you before he nuzzles to your neck. You feel a gentle tap at your thigh, his voice coming out low and commanding.

»C‘mon… spread,«

A light shiver goes through your spine, listening to his words without a single thought in your head. He settles in once your legs allow him to, pushing your evening dress a little more up.

You feel his cool hands trace your body until one of them travels down to your middle, gently rubbing and starting to work you up further. A breathy sigh leaves your lips before Bruce crashes his lips onto yours, swallowing all of your sounds. You weakly grip to his upper arm, supporting yourself as best as you can. His hand quickens its pace against your core through your lacy panties, making your brain melt. Your lips part further as your mind goes slack, allowing him to deepen the kiss and rub slow circles against your tongue with his.

A quiet whine leaves you as he suddenly stops, breaking the kiss too.

»Sorry, darl‘… patience.« He mumbles softly as he starts to undo his belt, keeping his hazy eyes trained on your face. You grow hotter under his eyes, trying to rub your thighs together again, but it‘s impossible with him between your legs. A faint smirk tugs at his lips, dragging his teeth against his bottom lip once his pants finally fall down.

Your eyes fall to his boxers, noticing the light patch on the front. Without further hesitation, Bruce‘s boxer briefs get pulled down, mixed with a quiet groan from his side.

He leans in again, his hot skin pressing against yours, feeling like you‘ll melt any second. You feel the way his lips trace along the side of your neck while he gently teases you, feeling his tip nudge against the outside of your panties. Your hand shoots out to hold onto him again, settling against his shirt as you grip tightly on him.

Having had finally enough of it, he pushes your panties to the side and dives in, being as gentle as he can, even in his desperate state. You tense up at the sensation, not used to his size, due to the busy lives of you both.

»Shh… it‘s okay. I‘ve got you,« Bruce gently shushes you and wrap his arms around your torso, keeping you close against him as he continues to gently drive in further.

You slowly relax again and regain your breath, keeping a tigh grip against his shirt. Once he bottoms out, you can‘t help but tremble slightly, being overwhelmed with the hotness and full feeling he provides. You nod against his shoulder, giving him the final sign for him to start out properly.

His rhythm starts out slow and sensual, but it quickly evolves into a quicker and rougher pace. He drives more urgently into you, trying to be gentle at the same time. The strokes are deep, knocking the breath out of your lungs. He adjusts his grip on you, changing the angle lightly as he continues to shove his hips against yours, not giving you a break.

The room fills with soft flaps from skin slapping against skin, your breathy moans mix with his deep groans, making the scene more erotic than it already is. The sensations finally start to kick in, making your breath hitch. He notices the slight shift in you, knowing it won‘t take long for you to come undone before him.

He leans back a bit to watch your face, his hands keeping a firm grip on your hips as he pushes himself into you even harder than before. Your eyes roll back, moans growing higher in pitch. He relieshes in the way you melt because of him, the way you look like you are losing your mind, all because of him.

He groans and a possesive feeling overcomes him, making his hips snap rougher against yours. Sure enough, your climax comes in after a few final thrusts, his jaw going slack as he feels how tightly you squeeze him.

His pace doesn‘t die down, if anything, he‘s trying to speed up a little further. It‘s not until he feels himself grow closer to the edge until he pulls out and continues to drive himself to pleasure with his fist. You hear him moan out softly and nestle his head against your shoulder once he finishes, white spurts of his cum painting your panties white. You run your hand along his back in a soothing motion, helping him calm down too. He comes down faster than you, meeting his eyes again after catching his breath.

»Let‘s clean ya‘ up… did so well for me.« He mutters as he rubs your upper thighs, eventually picking you back up into his arms and walking to the attached bathroom.

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booquip · 1 month ago

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“Hot…”

Sorry guys had a bf for like 5 mins broke up with him and now I miss him (I could jus be ovulating idk) Also got hit in the head with a ball today (we love pe <33) any tips to gain back aura? Anyway stay sigma and enjoy

Oh btw this is inspired by literally every Toji smut fic trust I probably read them all (#numberoneTojigooner✋🏼😪😔)

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x fem!Reader

Synopsis: You were the first (and last) person to ever break up with him

👉Im not really sure how to tw but its really just pure smut mhmm 69 pose uhm mating press, praise, he spanks her like one time uhh toji takes more of the assertive role jus lmk if i need to add stuff👈

Word Count: 3,515

“I just don’t think this is working…”

You say immediately darting your gaze elsewhere the split second his emerald gaze interlocks with yours.

Toji had to admit the sudden abruptness had caught him off guard. He's usually the one ending things with his flings yet even then if it ended like this he felt he wouldn’t bat an eye. Why was he so irritated the moment those words left your perfect mouth?

He rakes over your form; from your captivatingly long eyelashes, the way your outfit hugs your divine body, the way your pretty hair frames your face and oh god his favorite… the way you look at him as if he’s the only man alive.

He knows he needs to get a grip. He was not one to beg by any means but damn.

How could you say those words while looking at him like that?

He’d been hesitant to even date you initially but your soft personality that he mistook for a thorn in his side ultimately won him over. When did he begin to think he couldn’t live without you?

That’s when yesterday's events hit him when he officially asked you to move in with him, he almost chuckles at the reminder of the expression you had.. Like a deer caught in the headlights.

He raises a brow, the scar on his lip slightly curving up. Toji was a simple man even in moments like these he knew why you were running and he couldn’t help but find you all the more adorable for it.

“Is that so…”

He drawls out the ending as if what you said was a question and not a statement. He inches closer to you not missing the way you inch back.

Oh he was not having that. His toned arm snakes around your waist as if it were always meant to be there, the space between you both almost nonexistent.

You feel heat rush to the tips of your ears. It’s not that you didn’t like him…if anything you liked him too much it was just nerve racking, you wanted to be with him all the time and when he looked at you like that how could you not want to kiss him.

Toji full on smirks now… he loves it when you get like this. The way your resolve crumbles right in front of him at the slightest touch. The way your face was so easy to read. Your lips move and all he notices is the slight stutter in your voice.

“Y-yes I just don’t…”

You trail off not knowing the right words to express how you feel. How do you explain your breaking up with him because of potential clinginess or fears he could grow tired of you? Words lost as thoughts swirl through your brain.

Toji was never a patient man but for you he really did try. God did he find your overthinking cute most of the time but right now it seriously was pushing that patience he tried so hard to learn for you.

“Don’t what sweetheart?”

He says as his other hand moves to the side of your cheek cradling your jaw sweetly caressing your skin.

You look at him once more, his touch growing distracting. Did he know what he was doing? Did he realize what effect it had on you? Your voice, lower than before as the words escape you before neediness can.

“Just.. don’t want to annoy you..”

The breathiness in your voice wasn’t lost on him and he couldn’t help but finally let the chuckle he’d been holding back escape him. You really were just so cute.

His weary patience had finally snapped his lips melting into yours.

Your eyes widen at the suddenness of his action yet you subconsciously inch closer for more. It was almost as if your body had been begging him to touch you. When he pulls away you have to fight the urge to suppress a whine voice breathy and shocked.

“mnn~ y-you can’t kiss me if I’m breaking up with y—“

He doesn’t allow you to finish your sentence going in for more. His grip around your waist tightens as he pulls you into his chest. Your brain almost forgets what you were saying, lost in the sensation of his tongue taking charge over your mouth, the only reprieve being when he chose to speak.

“If you think your annoyin…just wait till i'm done with you”

Toji was fully captivated by you. He couldn’t help himself roaming the hand on your waist under your shirt. Screw patience if it had you thinking like that. He would make sure all you could think about was him tonight.

“mm~ Toji we shouldn’t—“

God the way you breathily said his name had his cock twitching in his sweats.

“shh lemme think for you pretty”

He says between kisses, hands trailing down your thighs carrying you without a care in the world. His kisses trail down your neck letting out a guttural groan at the way you squirm instinctively wrapping your arms around him.

You're sprawled on the bed and he doesn’t waste a moment before going back to trailing kisses down your neck, hand resuming its place under the hem of your shirt, lifting it up. You make even a plain bra look so sexy… Your flushed cheeks and neck, the way your legs rub together craving more….

Just how could anyone part from this?

“mmm.. perfect…all mine”

Your brain is a mix of pleasure and embarrassment. Was it really okay to take things further with him? Be so official? You wanted to harp more on these thoughts but being exposed in front of him led to the forefront of your mind. His declaration had your mind in spirals, pooling to your already drenched core.

“F—ahhh Toji please~”

You had no idea what you were begging for but as his lips trail down your stomach you lift your hips heat rising as he chuckles at your eagerness nonetheless giving you want you asked for removing your bottoms with one swift motion.

“So polite…This wet already baby?”

Toji smirks loving your eagerness, the feeling being more than mutual. He wanted nothing more than to shove his aching cock into your plush walls but you were nowhere near ready to take him. He runs two fingers along the damp fabric intern causing it to rub against your core.

How embarrassing you thought instinctively going to close your legs stopped by his grip on your thighs. You let out a yelp feeling his breath so close to your core mouth agape feeling his hot tongue through the fabric hips bucking into him. You wanted—no needed more—needed him.

“Ahhmn~?! f-ah more~!”

He’d make sure to keep a mental note of just how weak you were to pleasure. Hell he was practically memorizing your body so enticed by just how sweet you were. Toji holds your hips in place pulling your damp panties down to your ankles. He chuckles between your legs tickling your aching heat,

“mmm what an eager little thing…”

You smelled so sweet and he felt his aching cock twitch at the thought of being inside you. Practically begging to feel you but he uses the little restraint he has to tease you a bit more. Licking a stripe up your entrance giving it an oh so sloppy french kiss before looking up at you, his lips glistening with your sweet honey.

“Mmm c’mon pretty tell me you want me..”

The way his tongue was teasing you had you whimpering, unable to suppress your sounds, unable to buck your hips into him because of his grip.

Truth is you wanted it all— everything he could give you but you were scared of that commitment. Hitting you with that in a moment like this showing him all of you..his surprising understanding..his effort.. you nod shakily.

“mmhmm.. wan’ it Toji haa~ need you so bad”

Your voice is so breathy and that’s all he needed to hear before lapping your wet folds as if it were his last meal. He needed to taste you, his tongue moving with crazed skill hitting you just right as the heels of your feet dug into his sheets.

“gah~! Gonna mnnn im~! Please can I?”

Toji maintains eye contact in that moment, letting out a guttural groan pulsing against your aching heat. You asking something so sweet at such a corrupt moment, enabling him with so much power, reminding him just how much you trusted him. He loosens his grip on your hips, hovering over you for what felt like too long now that he got a taste of you.

“fuckk give it to me pretty l-let me mmn taste you~”

And with that his mouth was back on you like some starved animal. You felt right on the edge as his tongue sunk back into your needy cunt hitting just the right spot. Your hands tangled into his raven locks as your back arched off the bed.

“C-cominggg~!! f-ah wai— mnngg!!!”

The gush of your sweet sweet fluids had him weak. He kept at it going through your orgasm. Your mouth forming the cutest ��o’ shape. Your grip on his hai, almost painful yet Toji never felt more pleasure filled. He doesn’t think anything could compare to the taste of you. Pulling back lips and jaw shamelessly coated and on display with your sweet essence.

Your head was a dazed mess. It’d been a while since you had done it with anyone but after Toji you hope he would be the only and last. You don’t know what came over you, brain too lust filled, hands tracing the band of his sweatpants breath still uneven looking up at him.

“mmm pleasepleaseplease need you so bad Toji..only you f-ah just you”

As the words leave your mouth you sit up kissing his leaky tip through his boxers looking up at his emerald eyes.

“please…~”

Oh someone shoot him if he were to ever let you go. Just when did a timid little thing like you learn to do that? It took everything in him not to ram himself into you.

But how could he say no when you looked so perfectly doe eyed all on your hands and knees. He almost forgets you were here supposedly breaking up with him, he could almost laugh if he weren’t so utterly turned on by you.

“your not ready f’r me yet pretty”

He says as he cups your jaw, eyes lighting up as if he came up with the best compromise.

Before you have time to protest he manhandles you so that you're on top of him in only the most shameless of ways. His arms wrap around your thighs pulling your cunt closer as you’re facing his rock hard cock begging to be sprung from his boxers, your cheeks flushing at the lewd position.

“W-wai Toji didn’t mean thi— mmng~!!”

You yelp as his fingers enter your slick cunt. Your mind blanking at the moment he combines that with licking your aching bud.

“Jus giving you what you were beggin for… Don’t tell me you don’t want it, baby?”

He knew what he was doing you thought…But even so you couldn’t not deny his words freeing him from his boxers. Pupils widening at the size and girth of his veiny cock. Hands gripping his thighs when he goes back to stretching you out.

Cheeks painted a fresh crimson as your mouth meets his tip kissing and tasting his salty precum unable to hold back any sound escaping you. You lick a stripe up his curved cock slowly taking in what you could. The side of your mouth stretching at his girth hollowing out your cheeks the best you could.

“fuuuuckkk jus like that pretty… doin so good f’r me”

The praise makes your stomach swirl clenching around his fingers now three going in and out of you. Oh you were such a naughty little thing…so perfect for him. His head lilts back for a moment when you take in his full length the feeling of your warm plush tongue sending waves through him.

“mmm~ atta girl”

You don’t even need to tell him how close you are. He can feel the way you clench around his fingers mouth resuming it’s previous position in a way that has you crying out although the sounds are muffled having your mouth stuffed full, the vibrations making him let out a moan.

Unable to take anymore you lift your head unable to breathe with all the pleasure he was giving you, the praise going straight to your head so close to your second orgasm drool on your chin, cheek on his thigh a moaning mess. A whine escapes you when he pauses his movements brain already half stupid his warm tongue… the thickness of his rough fingers everything felt too much.

“mnn~!”

He could only imagine how out of it you looked already. Maybe he was still frustrated at the notion of the way you would rather break up with him then admit you wanted him.

He wants to push you just a little more.

“ah-ah keep working that pretty little mouth of yours f’r me”

Your voice is breathy and he almost feels bad but just watching your walls twitch at his words —oooh were you such a naughty girl.

“C-cant~… please~”

His hand cups the fat of your ass caressing it and then pressing a reverberating smack!

A warning.

“mnngh~?!!”

Your eyes widen going back to your previous movements, tongue swirling on his plush swollen tip.

He pauses at the way you clench around nothing, your movements so sinful; a stark contrast to how you usually are. You were sooo filthy…absolutely made just for him. It takes everything in him to not finish right then and there as he continues to lap at your sweet honey god you were so addicting.

“Toji~!! not gonna la—ahh~ mmnn~!!”

He didn’t need you to say anything with the way your walls were clenching around his three digits and tongue. Your thighs coated with slick from your first orgasm he groans finding that spot that drives you crazy, his mind melting at the way your moans vibrate around his long thick cock.

His ego wouldn’t let him cum before you, one hand moving to push your head down while the other gripped your thigh replacing his fingers now with his tongue completely.

“Fuuuuuckkkk pretty give it to me~ cum for me”

It’s as if that was all you were waiting for, practically mush at the lack of oxygen from having him hit the back of your throat. He groans, tasting your sweet sweet essence already hooked. He doesn't think anything could compare to the bliss he felt.

“y-yeahhh ….that's my good girl~”

He draws out groaning as he feels himself tip over the edge. Your eyes widen tears falling from your pretty eyes down to your flushed cheeks as you taste his salty cum in your mouth.

“mmpphh—?!”

His grip loosens in your hair tugging you off with a pop! as he laps at your sensitive core. He was a starving man and it’s as if you were the only cure. Feeling your shallow breath on his thigh…it wasn’t a want anymore he needed to be inside you.

With one swift motion he manhandles you so your back hits his mattress as he lines his leaky sensitive tip with your entrance.

Toji takes a moment to bask in just how wrecked you were. The way your wet lashes lazily met his gaze with that sweet expression you’d only ever show him, your flushed cheeks the way your breasts followed every movement of your ragged breath, your glossy lips coated in a mix of light drool and his cum.

You were such… a sight.

“~huff~ need you so bad… please Toji”

The way your voice takes on a broken lilt as if you couldn’t survive without him has Toji wasting no time. Just hearing you he knew the feeling was mutual. He couldn’t wait any longer, slowly sinking his thick mushroom tip through your warm welcoming walls.

If he was no better man he would have bottomed out right then and there. He’s not even half way in yet and your already tensing. He lowers himself kissing your neck.

Toji was never the affectionate type, if it were anyone else he’d ram it in. It was only ever about him and what he felt.

But you…

Oh he’d warship anything that had your name plastered… the way in which you were so giving he now made it his mission to make you feel so good you’d never think of leaving him again. Toji wanted—no needed you in the most primal gut shattering of ways… it was almost pathetic.

He’d already gotten a taste and no way was he pulling out now.. Not when he’s so close to reaching a sense of bliss he himself did not know existed. A bliss teetering so close to being a drug.

And for this very reason he’d found himself taking in your needs first whispering sweet nothings nipping that one spot by

your ear he knew drove you crazy.

“You can take me pretty… doing so ah~ good f’r me”

You whine at the stretch squirming almost instinctively trying to run away. He was just soooo big even after everything it was still a stretch that had your brain going fuzzy again. Tears prickling your eyes with a fresh set as he kissed them away. The pain slowly faded as pure gratification began to sink in.

“Fu~ahh Toji~!!”

He notices the way your face begins to contort with pleasure once he fully enters you and he wasn’t far off either. The way your plush walls that tasted so sweet were hugging and clenching around him had him so close to bottoming out. But no he wanted you both to reach that high one more time.. together.

“Mmmm pussy was jus’ made for me baby~”

Toji says gruffly as he starts to move slowly at first then picking up the pace when your plush walls flutter against him. He holds your thighs up so your knees press against your soft tits. He wasn’t sure if he could ever escape the feeling that you. His scarred lips find yours and lord help him with the way you lazily follow his tongue a mix of whimpers and moans has him.

The moment he isn’t attacking youre kiss swollen lips you're letting out breaths and moans of how he’s “too deep” yet its as if you're begging to milk him for all he’s worth.

“s’ that so? ah~ can’t help it when she’s squeezing me so tighttttt~”

Your brain is a mess you're so beyond overstimulated feeling another orgasm follow along yet you can feel the tenderness within the moment. He was pressing against you in the most tantalizingly practiced of ways. The only thing left in your static filled mind is thoughts of him.

“mnngg~ cu~ahmm gonna cumm”

Before you even say anything he can feel your walls clenching around him in a way that has his mind wrecked. He continued pressing that spot ramming into you as if he were a madman and couldn’t dare to part with you.

“mmm~ ooohh fuck~ gonna cream pie this pussy.. s’ that what you want?”

All you can do is helplessly whimper and nod as your body shudders on the cusp of ecstasy.

He’s practically tipping over the edge himself as he grabs your chin inching closer breath mingling with yours.

“mmm c’mon use your words~”

Your mouth opens and your eyes roll back feeling your orgasm crashing upon you. Your ears pop everything so intense words spilling out of you.

“~!ahhmm yesss f-ah wan’ it ~ need it—need y-you mnng please”

You're a babbling mess and he can’t help but relish in the sight of it.

He’s utterly ruined at your whimpering pleas bottoming out in your sweet inviting walls continuing to thrust as you squeeze him for all he’s worth. The way your walls flutter he can feel your buzzing orgasm only adding to the ecstasy that racked his body and brain.

“fuckkk~ t-take itt yeahhh —fuckkk~ mmm good girl~”

You're both breathless as you shudder feeling the aftermath of your orgasm eyes fighting to stay open as he shifts, placing your legs tenderly on the bed slowly pulling out in a manner that has you letting out a low mewl. He lays next to you planting a slow sensual kiss onto your plush pink lips admiring your marked up figure.

“still wanna end things?”

He says lazily scarred lip twitching in the beginnings of yet another smirk as if daring you to challenge him

You can only let out a light breath before sleep washes over you, still conscious enough to witness him pulling the covers over you both, as his arms securely wrap around you holding the answer to his own question.

Ive never written smut before it's kind of a weird experience to write but so thrilling to read. Hence the lack of posting that and like eight mid-life crisises anyway I hope it was enjoyable for you all as always open to criticism!

Title and fic inspired by the song "Hot" by Cigaretts After Sex

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk fanfic #toji x reader #smut #toji smut #plot what plot #toji fushiguro #fushiguro toji #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro smut #toji x reader smut #toji fushiguro x you

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vampireimiko · 2 months ago

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grocery run

warnings, none!

note, this was rushed im so sorry guys 💔 but this is a minor continuation to a beach day!

After an eventful and tiring day at the beach, you and Jeff finally got home and settled down for the night. Both of you were too exhausted to shower, deciding you’d deal with the sand and salt in the morning.

Jeff, usually a bundle of energy, was completely wiped. The little guy barely made it through the door before flopping onto the floor with a dramatic thud. He didn’t even bother hopping onto the couch, he just sprawled out on the cool tile, letting out the tiniest, most defeated sigh.

“You good, buddy?” you asked, crouching down. Jeff blinked at you slowly, his usual excitement dulled by sheer exhaustion. He gave a weak little tail wiggle but otherwise stayed limp.

Shaking your head, you grabbed a towel and gently patted him down, brushing off lingering sand. He made a tiny grumble of protest but didn’t have the energy to fight back. When you were done, you scooped him up, and he was completely dead weight. His little fins dangled, his head lolled against your arm, and he let out a soft, sleepy snore.

“You’re so dramatic.” you muttered fondly, carrying him to bed. You set him down, and he immediately curled up into a little ball, his tail tucked close to his body. Within seconds, he was out cold, and you soon followed right after him.

The next day, the morning sun streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow over the room. You stretched lazily, feeling the slight ache in your limbs from the previous day’s beach adventures. You then look around on the bed for Jeff, and to your surprise he isn’t there. You sit up a bit more and see Jeff sprawled out on the floor, his fins twitching slightly as he let out a deep, contented sigh.

“Morning, Jeff,” you murmured, swinging your legs over him so you didn’t step on him. Jeff responded, save for the slow, exaggerated flick of his tail.

It took some coaxing (and a promise of snacks) to get Jeff up and moving, but eventually, you both managed to shower and get ready for the day. With the fridge nearly empty, a grocery run was inevitable.

The store was relatively quiet when you arrived, the cool air conditioning a sharp contrast to the warmth outside. Jeff trotted alongside you, his tail wagging slightly as he took in the aisles of food.

“Alright, we need the basics,” you said, pulling out a small list. “Veggies, fruit, some proteins… and before you even think about it, we are not just getting snacks.”

Jeff tilted his head at you innocently before immediately waddling toward the snack aisle. A cheerful "Mrrrrr," was the last thing you heard from him. You sighed, already knowing this was going to be a battle.

As you filled the cart with actual groceries, Jeff kept sneaking in random items—bags of chips, boxes of cookies, even a suspicious amount of frozen fish sticks. Every time you turned your back, more appeared.

“Jeff,” you said, crossing your arms. He blinked up at you, mid-attempt at placing yet another bag of treats into the cart.

You stared.

Jeff stared back.

With a dramatic mrrrr, he very, very slowly removed the snacks, as if you’d tell him to stop putting stuff back once he removed what you’d deemed enough.

"Good try," you said, rubbing his fin. "But we’re here for real food. If you help me get the rest of the stuff we need, I’ll at least let you get half the snacks."

Jeff’s fins twitched at that, his little tail giving an excited wiggle. He tilted his head as if considering the deal, then gave an affirmative “Mrr!” before trotting alongside you once more.

Surprisingly, (but not really since snacks were involved) he actually stuck to his word—well, mostly. He helped grab some veggies and he even managed to grab a carton of eggs without dropping them, which was a personal victory for both of you.

By the time you made it to checkout, Jeff was vibrating with excitement, clearly proud of his contribution. As promised, you let him keep half the snacks he had originally grabbed. He clutched a bag of fish-shaped crackers in his mouth, looking absolutely triumphant.

Once home, Jeff wasted no time in plopping onto the couch, content to watch you put the groceries away while snacking on his well-earned treats. His tail lazily flopped over the armrest as he munched, watching you with half-lidded eyes.

“Oh yes! Go ahead and rest, I don’t need help with putting the groceries away at all,” you teased, shutting the fridge.

Jeff let out a long, exaggerated sigh before dramatically flopping onto his back, the picture of exhaustion.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “Yeah, yeah, real tough day, huh?” You then rubbed his belly and placed a blanket on top of him and sat down next to him to finally unwind.

additional note ! this week has been tearing me up LOL

𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

#spirits works 🤍#fem!reader #x reader #jeff the land shark #jeff the land shark x reader #marvel #marvel rivals #marvel rivals x reader #black!reader #male!reader #marvel x reader #gn reader

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innocent-cat · 27 days ago

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LMFAOOOOO GUYS IM BACK TO WRITE PT3 (by popular demand!)

who on team percy hates me for going total ghost on this fic for a year?? because I HATE ME TOO IM SORRY GUYS.

anywho..

...Percy x Reader (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ(finally)

warnings - the usual + not proofread + im changing the story to fit in smut (AND THE CROWD GOES WILD!!)

"Vox Machina's (least) favorite Sorcerer.", Percy x Reader

(a/n; nobody told me how awkward it is to actually write smut)

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[F/N] - Family Name

Lady Mystra - Goddess of magic/The weave

The weave - How raw magic is tapped into by spellcasters

Envonium - The name of the city you are a noble to (Sorry, couldn’t avoid it)

The morning was shorter lived than I had expected it to be; but it also revealed the seemingly immature personality of Vox that I hadn't seen before. All three of the guys- Grog, Vax, and Scanlan, were playing ball tap. At borderline eight in the morning- after we went to bed late.

I roll my eyes, letting out a huff as I sat down across from Percy. I was too tired and irritated to complain about the others to him and too focused on how gross the oatmeal provided by the kingdom looked. The texture was bordering goop, and I was unsure if they left it to sit for weeks before delivering it early this morning. Even Vex's bear seemed confused at the sight, refusing to eat the small portion of 'goop and berries'- as described by Pike with a giggle.

I crack a smile at the comment- partially aware of what she said while I began to nod off over my own bowl of goop. I barely eat the few scoops I shovel into my mouth- the texture that of cream were it more gelatinous than it were.. cream.

The rest of the day was quiet. Not much noise other than Uriel's right hand woman coming along to remind us of the event. There was little more to do other than decide what dress to wear, tidy my hair, and create a makeup look so natural seeming that I would simply look more lively and more approachable.

I'd hate to seem unkept in front of family.

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The moment we stepped into the ballroom, I felt it. My stomach dropped- or did it just tighten?

The weight of my family’s legacy wrapped around my throat like a too-tight collar, perfume-thick and suffocating. My parents stood near the center like centerpieces—stoic, elegant, cold. My father’s posture hadn’t changed since I was a child, spine straight as a lance, eyes surveying the room like a tactician—a politician. Scoping out possible allies. My mother was all poised smiles and frozen cheeks, glittering in silk that probably cost more than Grog’s axe.

And beside them—gods help me—my aunt. Auntie Cyrelle, who always smelled like dried roses and old spell parchment, waved at me with a conspiratorial smirk and raised her glass.

“I should say hello,” I muttered to Percy, whose arm lingered too long against mine.

“You could,” he replied smoothly, lips brushing the rim of his wine glass, “or you could stay here and mock nobility with me from a safe distance.”

I snorted. “That’s tempting.”

But.. obligation tugged harder than flirtation. I left Percy with a reluctant smile and crossed the floor, schooling my face into something appropriately noble. Gods, I hated this. Not being a noble- but the nervous anticipation of perfection that my image was molded into. Was I still the same shape after so long?

“Darling,” my mother said, her lips barely moving.

“You’re late,” my father added, no warmth in his voice.

Cyrelle swept me into a hug anyway, unbothered by the frost. “Oh, nonsense, she's fashionably late. And glowing, if I do say so. I’ve never seen a scandal suit you better.”

“Auntie,” I hissed under my breath, flushing as my mother narrowed her eyes.

“What? You’ve always looked better slightly disheveled. Tell me, did you enchant your way in or just give the guards a good wink?”

“She waltzed in with the de Rolo boy,” my father said stiffly. "Not very ladylike."

Oh. There it was.

“You remember him, don’t you?” my mother added, feigning sweetness. “The one whose family we told you not to associate with. The one that we as a family don't associate with.”

Ah. Yes. I forgot we operate as a hive mind.

“The one you refused to explain,” I snapped before I could stop myself. "Besides- I'm here because I was invited. For killing a dragon." I continue, digging myself a deeper hole despite hoping for praise on my feat.

Silence. My father’s brow twitched.

Cyrelle only hummed into her drink. “Well. This is awkward.”

It was. It always was. Every time there was a fancy event to look pompous at. And I would’ve stayed there, drowning in family expectations and resentment, had it not been for a familiar hand curling around my wrist.

“Excuse me,” Percy said lightly behind me, his voice like salvation. “I’m stealing her. Terribly rude of me.”

My parents opened their mouths—probably to object—but I didn’t wait. I let him pull me away, breathless with something too sharp to be called amusement.

“Is it bad that I want to kiss you for that?” I muttered as he dragged me behind a column.

“I mean, I’d hardly complain.”

We rounded a corner and paused in the shadows of a side hallway. Percy leaned against the wall, looking far too smug for someone who just committed an act of social war.

“I forgot how dreadful noble affairs are,” he said. “Everyone smiling like they aren’t itching to murder each other.”

“You didn’t forget. You just got better at pretending it doesn’t bother you.”

His lips curled. “Guilty.”

A beat passed. Then another. Somewhere beyond us, music swelled and laughter echoed.

And then he looked at me—really looked. A flicker in those frost-blue eyes, something warmer underneath the clockwork precision.

“You really do look incredible tonight,” he murmured, his voice lower now, private. “I don’t know how you do it. You walk into a room like you belong to every book I’ve ever read.”

I should’ve said something clever. I should’ve made a joke, batted it away, pretended like I wasn’t shaking slightly under the weight of his attention.

Instead, I stepped closer. And said, “If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to do something very unladylike.”

“I’m hoping for it,” he whispered, leaning down, lips just grazing the shell of my ear. “In fact… I have a theory about one of the guest rooms upstairs, if you’re interested in some impromptu scholarly investigation.”

I laughed, a breathy, dangerous sound. “You want to conduct research?”

“Mm. Purely academic. Hypothesis: this thing between us hasn’t burnt out. Methods: closed doors. Zero supervision.”

“You are drunk.”

He kissed the corner of my mouth. “Only a little.”

I should’ve said no.

I didn’t.

We slipped away, up a back staircase, giggling the same way we did when sneaking into the forbidden section of the library all those years back, his fingers threading just barely between mine as he tugged me along.

We we didn't have a particular room in mind- any empty one without servants standing guard in front of it would do. It.. actually didn't take long to find one. We turned a corner, several servants opening and closing doors as they pack their noblewoman and nobleman's rooms to their tastes, our eyes catching the only door with no servant nor bags sitting pretty in front.

We enter the room, not bothering to look casual in front of the servants as we stifle our giggles- receiving dirty looks for our conspicuousness. Percy shuts the door as I trail into the room.

I suddenly feel myself getting cold feet. I had never done anything like this- what made me think that it was suddenly a good idea now? With someone I had a crush on as a juvenile?

Was I in too deep? Was I overthinking this? I don't want to embarrass myself-

"You look nervous," Percy observes, approaching me, his hands finding their place on my waist, gently rubbing swiping on my left side with his thumb. "We don't have to do this if-"

I cut him off, "-Lets just go slow."

His lips curl into that charming, amused smile. Almost like he wants to laugh at himself for even asking. Was he awkward? Confident? Experienced..?

(a/n; its 3:06 am. i started at 11pm. im legitimately running on fumes. This is gonna be the dumbest and worst smut you've ever read.)

Whatever it was- it pulled me in like a magnet. I wrap my arms around his neck, closing my eyes as my lips press against his- awkwardly. Gently. With love. Like I cared, even if I didn't know how to kiss him.

Isn't this supposed to come naturally?

Maybe it came naturally for him- considering the way his lips mold against mine like clay. It had more passion than me, and was definitely much less awkward than I was.

His right hand doesn't hesitate to come up to my face, cupping my jaw and tilting my head up more. He gently nips at my lower lip and I open my mouth ever so slightly, a hushed gasp slipping from my lips.

He darts his tongue into my mouth, the tinge of alcohol he had drank earlier barely noticeable over the refreshing mint taste. Did he eat a fucking mint before snagging me from my parents?

Our tongues swirl together, albeit awkwardly at first. A little bit of guidance from Percy eased the stiffness, but one could notice my inexperience. Not that anyone besides him noticing mattered anymore.

We pull apart, the minty alcohol taste staining my tongue. I try not to look at the string of saliva that connects our lips- instead focusing on looking up at him, our eyes half-lidded but mine still nervous.

He guides me towards the bed- lady Mystra guide me. Motioning for me to undress, I follow awkwardly, my dress falling off my shoulders and pooling at my feet on the floor. I step over it, sitting down, my thighs pressed together and desperate for whatever friction I could get now rather than later. I look up at him patiently and he looks back at me with a gentle gaze and a smile. He was still thinking with his brain rather than his dick- who would've guessed.

He leans in again, and not for a kiss this time. I lean back, propping myself up with my arms as I do so. One of his hands find the small of my back, the other pressing into the bed by my side. He nips at my neck, gentle only in the first few tries. Kissing, sucking, biting- it was a progressive loop of gentle whines and exploration.

Running out of room, he moves on from my neck. He presses slow, calculated kisses against my chest, each followed with nipping and sucking. I was silently praying that none of the hickeys would be visible, let alone show. Before I can think to help him, he reaches behind me- unclipping my strapless bra. He haphazardly tosses it to the floor, dropping it somewhere near my dress.

He leans down again, his hands no longer resting on the small of my back and pressing into the bed. His mouth busies itself with one side of my chest- licking and nipping at my sensitive nipples. One hand found my waist, and the other teased my unbothered chest- actively hardening my nipples. I let out a soft whine, not expecting the sudden stimulation to my chest, but letting it consume me nonetheless.

He stops for a moment- only to switch his focus to the other side of my chest. I bite on my knuckle, desperately trying to remain quiet despite how obvious we made it as we stumbled into this room. Every breathy noise only seemed to motivate him, his movements and focus becoming more precise as he mapped out my body and reactions. Dissecting me like he actually was trying to prove his 'hypothesis'.

He pulls away, giving me time to recollect myself. The moment is short lived, a gentle tugging being felt at my panty line. I lift myself up off the bed- just barely- but I knew it would be enough for him to quickly tug them off. And it was- but he didn't fully pull them off. They pooled on my ankle like an anklet, suddenly pushing pushed onto my back. I watch as he quickly unties his cravat, tossing it to the floor- followed by his coat, vest, and button up.

He positions himself between my legs, not quiet closing the gap yet. He dips his finger between my thighs- immediately feeling how soaked I was. He lets out a low grown in response, teasing and circling my inner thighs. He watches my expression closely, even as I drape my arm over my eyes and bite my lower lip.

I can feel as one of his cold, lengthy fingers slip inside of me. I sharply inhale, fully aware of every movement and curl happening. Then he slips in another- much too soon. I let out a soft whine- a mix of pain and pleasure. He gently whispers an apology, slowing his movements even as my slick dripped off his fingers and onto the sheets. His fingers scissor and curl inside of me, attempting to stretch and prep me. Hopefully it was working.

The sudden absence and loss of friction felt like the hellish winter back home. Like he was purposely teasing me. Just as I muster up the courage to sit up and snark at him, I feel him position himself right at my entrance- and I lay right back down.

It was slow and paced. It hurt but it felt so good to have friction back. But not good enough to buck at him and beg him to hurry along. I have decorum, not sadism. Once he fully slipped himself in, he leans over me, his hands firm but gentle on my waist. Willing to let go, but just tight enough to keep me reeling. We lay there for a few moments, my arms slowly reaching up and wrapping around his neck.

After what feels like forever- he tests the waters. He gently shifts out and then back in. I let out a soft whine, barely crossing the line for the feeling to be pleasurable. My legs wrap around his waist, my eyes trained on his.

He moves again. Fluidly this time. "..are you ready?" he asks, his voice gentle and patient. I let out an airy breath, nodding in reassurance. I was ready. Or, at least, I wanted to be ready.

So he starts- his rhythm gentle and controlled despite occasional stutter in his pace followed by a grunt.

We both try to be quiet. Me biting my bottom lip and Percy tucking his head into the crook of my neck. The two of us were the only ones who could hear the off-key and genuine whines. The only other sound between us and his occasional "Are you okay?" and "Do you need a break?" check-ins was the sound of sweaty skin slapping together.

Then, a not so surprising surprise. He angles himself just right- pressing against my sweet spot with the same forgiving pace that he had kept up this whole time. I let out a moan- not a whine- a moan, arching my back. My nails scratch against his back and he grunts.

He immediately picks up on my reaction- knowing full well it wasn't unprovoked. He targets the same spot, over, and over, and over again. Calculated and thinking each time even as the air around us got stuffy and hot.

I have to bite my lower lip a little harder, biting back each moan that threatened to spill and give us away to passerby. I squirm gently against him, slightly overwhelmed by the stimulation.

His grip on my waist gets tighter. One of his hands leave, pressing against the bed to support the angle as he slowly picked up his pace.

It was amazing. Every movement teetered me over the edge, my nails leaving a new red line against his back as I arched my back and panted heavily to the sensation.

"Just like that. So perfect. So good for me," He groans out, his voice barely audible to me over the sound of huffing, panting, moaning, whining, and the slick slapping of our waists pulling together again and again.

But I hear it. I process it. And it pushes me further and further- softly clenching around his twitching dick with a whine. He groans, his lips pressing into a smile against my neck. He presses a kiss against my shoulder.

"You like that? Being told how good you are?" he continues, his voice bordering on teasing rather than insightful. Whatever happened to that hypothesis?

Regardless, I nod feverishly, shaking away my thoughts as I wrap my legs a little tighter around his waist. He doesn't tease me again- instead pressing another kiss against my neck.

I can feel the tension built so tight in my waist begin to bubble over. It was ready to snap like a rubber band. I couldn't possibly last any longer at this pace. He can tell- and I can tell he's close too.

"Go on. Come. Let me feel you come," he whispers, his voice low and sweet in my ear.

I can't help it. that's all I needed- and I almost feel embarrassed as I groan, arching and squirming as the coil in me snaps. Each whine and breath following is heavy, every clench fluttering around him tightly.

"So gorgeous. So perfect." he praises gently, riding out my high at the same pace.

He pulls out, and I lay there, panting. My thighs tremble, barely registering as he finishes elsewhere. I throw my arm over my eyes, still reeling from the experience.

But of course, someone has to pull us from our moment away. Pop our bubble of isolation and bring us back to reality.

Vax knocks once. Twice. “You two done defiling Uriel’s linens yet?” His tone is dry, clipped.

Fuck. We still have to sit through dinner.

I scramble up from the bed, hair mussed as I grab my dress, tripping over my own legs to find my heels. Percy groans into his palm, then drags his hands down his face before calmly reaching for his cravat, which he’s somehow already locating despite being freshly disheveled. Of course he is. Gods, he looks even more unfair like this—flushed, smirking faintly, with guilt tucked under the corners of his lips.

“Just a moment,” I call back, breathless.

“No. Now.” Vax’s voice is sharper. Not teasing.

I meet Percy’s eyes as we rush to make ourselves presentable again. “He knows.”

“He’s not stupid.”

We emerge from the guest room like guilty schoolchildren and trail behind Vax in silence. He doesn’t look at me. Not really. Just glances back once when he thinks I won’t notice—and when he catches me catching him, he looks away. Fast. Jaw tight. There’s a tension in his shoulders I’ve never seen before, even back when we were still something unspoken and sweet and maybe possible. Now it’s barbed. Like it hurts him to even look.

We return just as the dinner bell chimes, its sound too crisp, too ceremonial for what waits ahead. We file into the dining hall like pieces on a chessboard—me flanked by Percy and Pike, Grog loudly whispering to Scanlan about dinner wine.

Then I see them. The Briarwoods. Isn't that the family that moved into the de Rolo estate after their death?

Lord Sylas, smiling too perfectly. Lady Delilah, regal and cold as starlight. I feel Percy still beside me. Every line of him goes rigid. His breathing halts.

“Breathe,” I whisper, brushing his hand with mine beneath the table. He doesn’t answer. Just gives the faintest nod, eyes fixed ahead like a man staring down a ghost. Everything about him reads tense.

Conversation flows. False niceties, nobles prattling on about policies and alliances. My mother is speaking to Uriel. My father nods politely to Sylas. My aunt—gods bless her—leans over and mutters a joke about Delilah’s neckline and how it “looks like a spider’s web spun from bad intentions.”

I almost laugh. But I don’t. Because Percy’s hands are trembling in his lap.

And I realize—he’s not going to make it through this night.

Not with that look in his eyes. Not with everything he’s holding in.

So I lean close, like we’re sharing some scandalous joke. “Say the word and I’ll light her dress on fire.”

His jaw ticks. “Don’t tempt me.”

“You’re not alone,” I whisper. “Whatever this is about.”

He finally looks at me, and the devastation in his eyes is enough to silence every spell I know. He wants to kiss me. I can feel it in the tension between us. But there’s no room here for softness—not with the ghosts of his past sitting across from us, buttering bread.

Dinner is announced. The courses arrive, extravagant and tasteless. I sip wine without tasting it. Vax says nothing the entire time.

And then Percy stands. The scrape of his chair is violent. Everyone looks.

“Where are you going?” Uriel asks, half-curious.

“Out,” Percy answers.

And I know that look. I’ve seen it in his sketches. In his aim. It’s the same look he wore the day he took apart that pistol for the fifth time just to steady his hands. A man with a mission. A man with a vendetta.

The rest of us follow. Vox Machina trails after him like shadows cast by firelight. I glance back once at my family. My mother’s expression is unreadable. My father’s brow is furrowed. My aunt lifts her glass at me like she’s proud.

Outside, it happens fast. Screams. The reveal. Percy’s mask drops—both figuratively and literally. Smoke curls from his gun. The Briarwoods vanish into the night, wounded but not broken. A partial victory(despite the fact we were much more than wounded).

The kind that tastes like ash.

Later, we gather. We lick wounds. Percy sits alone on by the water, the wind tousling his white hair. I join him, wordless.

“I almost lost it in there,” he murmurs. “I wanted to kill them at the table.”

“You didn’t,” I reply softly. “You held on.”

He doesn’t answer.

So I sit beside him and say, “They took everything from you. And yet… you’re still here. You’re still you. And you’re not alone.”

For the first time that night, he leans into me. Just slightly. But enough.

Behind us, I hear footsteps. Vax. He doesn’t say anything—just hovers nearby like some half-remembered ache. I meet his eyes.

He looks at Percy.

He looks at me.

And then he turns and leaves.

Later, in the quiet of our chambers, Percy takes my hand, and I press a gentle kiss to the inside of his wrist. No words. Just breath.

We survive the night.

But nothing is the same.

Not for Percy.

Not for me.

Not for Vax, who stays silent and distant, watching from the edges of something he gave up too late.

And as dawn bleeds into the windows, I whisper a silent promise to Lady Mystra and the Weave itself:

Whatever comes next—I won’t let the dark take him. Not again.

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and! the 3 random people on discord kind enough to call my writing good. I hope you all enjoy and thank you for the patience. <3

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The Morning After | Sebastian Sallow x OC #42

i stayed up way too late writing this last night

i didn't have this chapter pre-planned in the plot, but after reading comments on the last chapter, i think it only makes sense to include a bit more about what happened the morning after the ball :) i hope y'all enjoy heh (fr im so tired so i hope this is good)

Summary: Sebastian and Evangeline wake up together and share a few intimate revelations.

Words: ~7,100

Tags: Not-Quite-Dating, Will They Won't They, Fluff, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Mutual Pining, Longing, Unspoken Feelings, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Romance, Idiots in Love, Soft Moments, Mentions of Smut, Sebastian is a SIMP

Timeline: Late March

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Sebastian woke to warmth pressed against his side that sent a wave of disorientation through him. His eyelids felt heavy, the familiar dim glow of the Undercroft around him grounding him as he blinked awake. Then it hit him—the weight draped over his chest, the quiet, rhythmic sound of her breathing.

Evangeline.

She was still asleep, curled against him like she belonged there. The events of the night before came rushing back: the Equinox Ball, her radiant figure in that green dress, the way her laughter had lit up the room. And later, the kiss on his cheek, her whispered words about how she wouldn’t have wanted to go with anyone else. His chest tightened at the memory.

He exhaled quietly, careful not to disturb her. The last thing he wanted was to move and ruin this—this perfect moment where she was still here, still pressed against him, so close he could feel the heat of her through the thin fabric of her pajamas. His arm was draped over her waist, his hand resting precariously close to her ass. He realized he must have pulled her closer in his sleep, and now he couldn’t bring himself to let go.

She smelled faintly of her perfume, her hair spilling across the pillow and brushing his neck. Her long, dark lashes rested against her cheeks, her expression softer than he was used to seeing. No fire, no teasing smirk, just Evangeline as she was—beautiful and unguarded. His gaze lingered on her lips, slightly parted, and he swallowed hard, trying to look away.

But it was impossible not to notice everything about her. The camisole she wore had slipped slightly, the thin strap hanging loosely off her shoulder. Her skin looked so soft in the dim light, and his fingers itched to touch her, to see if her skin was as smooth as it looked.

It wasn't just her shoulder, though. Every part of her was impossibly soft, from the slight swell of her stomach that she always seemed intent on hiding, to the curve of her thighs, to the fullness of her chest pressed against his side. His mind wandered to the way her dress had clung to her last night, perfectly hugging every part of her she seemed so self-conscious about. She had spent the entire evening fidgeting with the fabric, tugging at it as though it wasn't doing exactly what it should: showing her off.

And Merlin, did she have to wear those pajamas? The camisole was thin and barely there, the shorts loose but short enough that they left very little to his imagination. Not that his imagination needed much help, especially not when she was lying so close.

His arm tightened just slightly around her waist, his hand brushing the curve of her hip, and he froze, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as desire surged through him, pooling between his legs.

She was everything he didn’t quite have and yet, she was all he'd ever wanted. Her softness drove him mad, the gentle dips and curves of her body that she tried so hard to downplay. Didn't she know how maddeningly beautiful she was? Didn't she know how good she looked, how good she would feel under his hands, under him?

The thought sent heat racing through him, and he cursed himself silently, trying to will it away. But it was impossible not to think about it. She was right here. He thought about how perfectly she fit against him, how easily she seemed to melt into his side, and he couldn't stop his mind from wandering—wondering how she would feel if he pinned her beneath him, if her hands tangled in his hair, if she arched up into him, her body yielding completely to his.

His stomach tightened painfully, and he let out a quiet, shaky breathe, reminding himself that she was his best friend; his Evangeline. The same Evangeline who trusted him enough to fall asleep beside him like this, her guard completely down.

But she wasn't just his best friend, was she? Not anymore. Not after what happened in the Prefect’s bathroom.

His chest tightened at the memory, heat flooding his veins as he recalled the moment she’d slid out of the steaming bath and onto the tile behind him. He'd imagined her skin flushed from the heat, her dark hair damp and sticking to her shoulders, and her hands—Merlin, her hands—had been in his hair. He’d been so acutely aware of every brush of her fingers, every shift of her body against his back, the soft press of her thighs against his shoulders.

He’d told himself it wasn’t anything—it was just two friends sharing a moment of comfort after a long day. But deep down... he’d known that it was something more. And so had she.

Then there was last night, where she’d looked like she belonged in another world entirely. That dress, that laugh, the way her eyes had lingered on him like he was the only one in the room. The way his heart had thundered when she'd leaned in close, the faint brush of her lips against his cheek setting every nerve in his body alight. And certainly not with the way she felt now, utterly irresistible in his arms.

He clenched his jaw, forcing his eyes shut. This was torture—sweet, exquisite torture.

And she had no idea, did she? No idea how deeply she’d undone him over the past two years, how every laugh, every touch, every look had burned into him.

But then she shifted slightly, her arm brushing his chest as she murmured something in her sleep. Sebastian’s stomach tightened, desire flaring low in his body. For Merlin’s sake, he needed to think about something else—anything else—or he was going to lose his mind.

Sebastian sighed and tried to shift his focus. He counted the faint, flickering light from the braziers in the Undercroft, let his eyes wander to the familiar stone walls, tried to think of anything other than how good she felt curled into him. But it was no use. Every breath she took, every soft sound she made, pulled his attention right back to her.

And Merlin help him, she moved again.

Just a small shift, her legs brushing his as she tucked herself closer, her nose burying slightly into his chest. He felt her hips press more firmly against him, and he stiffened, every nerve in his body screaming at him to stay still.

But then he heard it. A soft hum escaping her lips as she blinked her eyes open, her lashes fluttering like the wings of a butterfly. She shifted her head, tilting her face up toward him, and when her gaze met his, the world seemed to stop.

"Sebastian?" Her voice was soft and groggy, her brows furrowing slightly as she took him in. "You're awake already?"

He swallowed hard, forcing himself to return her smile despite the heat still coursing through his veins. "Morning, sleepyhead," he murmured, his voice lower than he intended. "Sleep well?"

She nodded, her smile growing as she stretched slightly, her body pressing against his in ways that made him want to groan. She didn't seem to notice—or if she did, she didn't say anything. "I did. You make a decent pillow."

Sebastian huffed out a quiet laugh, though his mind was reeling. He tried to focus on her words, on anything other than the fact that her body was positioned so intimately against him, her scent enveloping him and driving him to distraction.

"You're staring," she said, her tone teasing but her cheeks flushing faintly.

"Can you blame me?" The words slipped out before Sebastian could stop them, and her eyes widened slightly. "I mean-" He cleared his throat, trying to backtrack. "You, uh, look different when you're not threatening to hex me."

Her laugh was quiet but genuine, and it sent a rush of warmth through him. "Different how?"

Sebastian hesitated, his mind scrambling for an answer that wouldn’t reveal the absolute mess of feelings currently overwhelming him.

“Just… relaxed, softer,” he said finally. His eyes flicked over her face, drinking in every detail. “Not that you don’t always look good—because you do. It’s just… different when you’re not smirking at me like you’re plotting my demise.”

Her cheeks darkened at the compliment, but she didn’t look away. Instead, her lips quirked into a faint smile, and she tilted her head. “That’s because I’m too tired to plot anything right now. Give me a few hours.”

He smirked, grateful for the teasing, but it did little to distract him from how she seemed to be studying him, her hazel eyes searching his face like she was trying to read his mind. He held his breath, unsure of what she might find, unsure if she could see the raw longing that he was barely keeping in check. Then, to his relief—and slight frustration—she dropped her gaze, her fingers idly playing with the edge of her camisole strap.

Sebastian’s eyes followed her fingers, his own fingers itching to follow. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to pull the strap back up, shielding the creamy skin of her shoulder and collarbone from his view, or if he wanted to give in to the darker temptation to pull it down further, to reveal the soft, tantalizing curves he’d only ever dared to imagine.

And oh, how he’d imagined.

It wasn’t just last night, though her dress had left so little to the imagination that his thoughts had been impossible to control. No, he’d spent years wondering, picturing what she might look like beneath her robes or a gown like that. Not that he’d ever dared to stare (at least, not so conspicuously), but he wasn’t blind. He couldn’t be around her without noticing how round her hips were, how squishable her ass looked, how generous her breasts were.

His gaze dipped lower, drawn almost against his will to the cleavage dipping into her camisole. He swallowed hard, his throat dry, his heart hammering in his chest.

What would they feel like? His mind betrayed him with the question. What would her breasts feel like in his hands? They looked so soft, so full—how far would they spread out beyond his palms? Would her skin feel as warm and smooth as he imagined?

A sharp pulse of heat shot through him again, and he had to shift slightly, turning his hips away from her to hide the growing evidence of his reaction. He bit the inside of his cheek hard, trying to focus on something else. Grindylows... detention... bubotuber pus...

"Sebastian?" Her voice jolted him back to the present, and he blinked, his gaze snapping to her face. She was looking at him curiously, her head tilted slightly.

“Hm?” he managed, his voice hoarse.

“You’re being quiet,” she said, her brow arching slightly. “Usually, you’d be running your mouth by now.”

“Just tired,” he said quickly, forcing a lopsided grin. “You kept me awake all night, y’know.”

Her brow furrowed, and she gave him an incredulous look. “What?” she said, scoffing as she propped herself up slightly on one elbow. “How?! I don’t snore.”

“You’re right,” he said, his grin widening as he latched onto the distraction. “You don’t snore. But you do talk in your sleep.”

Her eyes widened. “I do not!” she protested, her voice indignant but laced with a hint of nervous laughter. “You’re making that up.”

“Oh, I wish I were,” Sebastian teased, his grin turning devilish as he leaned back slightly, enjoying the way she flustered so easily. “You were mumbling all sorts of things. Something about cauldrons… and maybe a Hippogriff? Honestly, it was hard to remember. You were rambling.”

She gasped, her mouth dropping open in outrage as she swatted at his chest. “Liar! I do not talk about cauldrons in my sleep.”

“And how exactly would you know?” he countered, his tone light and teasing. “Next time, I’ll have to take notes.”

Her laughter faded and she flopped back down beside him, her head resting on the pillow as she turned to face him again. Her hair spilled over her shoulder, and her expression softened, the teasing glint in her eyes replaced by something quieter, more contemplative.

“Do I really talk in my sleep?” she asked, her voice softer now, almost shy.

Sebastian hesitated for a beat, caught off guard by the shift in her tone. He could have kept teasing her, but something about the way she looked at him—her eyes wide and curious, her face just inches from his—made him want to be honest.

“Not last night,” he admitted finally. “You do sometimes, but I really don’t mind at all. It’s… you have a nice voice, even if you’re mumbling about cauldrons.”

Sebastian watched as her cheeks flushed deeper, the soft pink spreading all the way to her ears. She didn’t respond immediately, her gaze flickering downward as if she was too embarrassed to meet his eyes.

He thought she might let the conversation drop, but then, after a moment, she glanced up at him again, her expression almost shy.

“Did… any of the other girls you’ve spent the night with talk in their sleep?” she asked quietly.

The question caught him completely off guard. His chest tightened, and for a brief, panicked moment, he didn’t know how to respond.

Eventually, he let out a soft sigh, his voice lower when he finally spoke. “Honestly? I rarely stayed the night with anyone,” he told her, his brow furrowing slightly as he met her gaze. “It only happened a few times, and even then, I was usually so passed out I wouldn’t have noticed if they’d recited the entire potions textbook in their sleep.”

He tried for a small, self-deprecating smirk, but the truth of it weighed heavier than he’d expected. “And I didn’t… stick around in the mornings, either. I didn’t exactly care enough to.”

Evangeline didn’t respond immediately, and that silence was somehow worse than her saying something judgmental or dismissive. Instead, she just looked at him, her hazel eyes narrowed as though she was weighing his words. Her expression was unreadable, and it set his nerves on edge. What was she thinking? Was she disappointed? He hated not knowing.

“What about you?” he asked abruptly, his voice laced with a nervous edge he tried to mask. “Did Alaric or Lysander or… anyone else you might have been with have any silly sleeping habits? Snoring, kicking in their sleep…?”

The question slipped out before he could stop himself, and the moment the words were out, he regretted them. Just the thought of her being with someone else sent a sharp, bitter twist through his stomach, and he couldn’t quite mask the tension in his voice.

Evangeline blinked at him, her eyes widening slightly in surprise. Then her expression softened, and she tilted her head slightly, studying him. “Sebastian I… I’ve never spent the night with anyone else.”

He stared at her, trying to process what she’d just said, the implications swirling in his mind. No Alaric, no Lysander, no nameless faces to torment his imagination. No one else. No one had ever held her like this, seen her like this, woken up next to her like this. Just… him.

“Really?” he blurted.

Evangeline’s cheeks flushed a deeper pink, and she looked away, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of the pillow. “Don’t let it go to your head or something.”

“I’m not,” he said quickly, though he knew he absolutely was. He just… hadn’t expected that. He didn’t know what he expected her to say, but it wasn’t that.

A rush of emotions swept through him—relief, pride, possessiveness. And, beneath it all, the overwhelming realization that she had chosen to share this with him. That she trusted him enough to admit it.

“I just—” He hesitated, struggling to find the right words. “I guess I just assumed…”

Evangeline swallowed hard, clearly flustered by the direction the conversation had taken. Her fingers twisted in the edge of the pillowcase, and she hesitated for a moment before speaking.

“I mean… when I was with Alaric,” she began, her words slow and deliberate, “I did… spend time at his flat in the evenings. And yes, we were… intimate. Not all the way of course.” She paused, her gaze flickering to him briefly before she looked away again, clearly uneasy. “But I never stayed over. Not once.”

Sebastian felt like the air had been knocked out of his lungs. He already knew—or at least, he’d always assumed—that she’d been with Alaric in that way. It wasn’t as though it was a secret, and it wasn’t like he had any right to feel hurt about it. He’d been snogging half the girls in school while she’d been with Alaric, for Merlin’s sake. He wasn’t exactly one to throw stones.

And yet, hearing her say it, hearing her admit it aloud, still hurt. It was a dull, aching kind of pain, low in his chest, a mix of jealousy and something else he couldn’t quite name. He forced himself to breathe, to push past the initial wave of emotion and focus on what she was actually saying.

Because she wasn’t saying it to hurt him. If anything, the way her voice wavered slightly, the way she avoided his gaze, made it clear that this wasn’t easy for her to admit. She wasn’t being petty or vindictive—she was just… being honest. And he had no right to fault her for that. Not when he’d been anything but perfect himself.

He nodded slowly, his throat tight. “And… what was it like?” The words slipped out before he could stop them, quiet but steady. His throat tightened as he realized what he’d said, but he didn’t backtrack. “With Alaric, I mean. When you were together.”

Evangeline froze, her eyes snapping up to meet his, wide and startled. Her flush deepened to a vivid red, and she blinked at him like she wasn’t sure she’d heard him correctly.

Sebastian winced inwardly, but he couldn’t bring himself to take the question back. He knew it was a terrible idea to ask, knew he was setting himself up for pain—but the curiosity burned in his chest, sharp and insistent. He needed to know. He wasn’t sure why, exactly. Maybe because the idea of her with Alaric—kissing him, touching him, trusting him—had haunted him for so long. Or maybe because he just wanted to understand her better, to know the things she had shared with someone else, so he could imagine how he might make her feel if he ever got the chance.

Evangeline hesitated. She looked torn, as though she wanted to change the subject entirely but also felt compelled to answer. Finally, after a long pause, she exhaled softly, her gaze dropping to the space between them.

“Honestly… it was nice,” she admitted, her voice quiet but steady. “He was very respectful, very patient. And I’m glad for that, I guess. That my first experience was with someone I felt comfortable with at the time. I’ve heard enough horror stories from other girls to know it could’ve been much worse.”

Sebastian clenched his jaw, forcing himself to stay silent, though every word sent another sharp twist through his chest. He hated how jealous he felt, hated the image of Alaric being the one to share that kind of intimacy with her, even though he knew he had no right to feel that way.

But then her expression changed, a flicker of something darker crossing her face. “It’s tainted now, of course,” she continued, her voice quieter. “After what he did to me—how he betrayed me. It makes it hard to look back on anything we shared without feeling… bitter.”

Sebastian’s chest tightened further, anger flaring briefly at the reminder of what Alaric had done, but before he could speak, she shook her head and pressed on.

“Even when we were courting, though,” she said, her blush deepening, “I started to realize that we weren’t exactly… compatible.”

That caught his attention. His curiosity burned even hotter now, the need to understand what she meant overriding the jealousy that still lingered in the back of his mind. “Not compatible?” he echoed, his voice low and careful. “What do you mean?”

Evangeline froze again, her blush spreading to her neck and ears. She looked utterly mortified, her lips parting as though she wanted to answer but couldn’t find the words.

“I-I mean…” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s just… Alaric was very… nice. And that’s not a bad thing, but…” She trailed off, her eyes darting away from him as she bit her lip.

Sebastian’s pulse quickened. “But?”

Evangeline groaned softly, burying her face in her hands for a moment before peeking at him through her fingers; she looked thoroughly embarrassed. “Do you really need to know?” she asked, her voice muffled.

“Yes,” Sebastian said instantly, surprising even himself with the force of his answer.

She groaned again. After a long pause, she finally dropped her hands, though she still couldn’t quite meet his eyes. “Fine,” she muttered. “It’s just… Alaric was nice, but… too nice, you know? And I think I realized pretty quickly that I didn’t find him… dominant enough.”

The words hung in the air between them, and Sebastian felt like he’d been struck by lightning.

“Dominant enough,” he repeated, his voice rougher than he intended, his gaze locked on her. She nodded quickly, even as she avoided his eyes.

Sebastian's breath hitched, his throat tightening as her words sank in, reverberating through him like a shockwave. He hadn’t been expecting that—hadn’t even dared to hope for it—and yet, the revelation hit him square in the chest, leaving him reeling. He fought to keep his expression neutral, but the effort was futile. A wave of heat surged through him, sharp and all-consuming, making it impossible to ignore the visceral response her admission provoked.

Satisfaction swelled within him, dark and possessive, coiling tightly in his chest like a serpent. The thought that she needed more, that she needed someone who could take control, ignited something primal in him. She hadn’t found that with Alaric. No, Alaric had been too soft, too hesitant, too unwilling to step up and meet her where she needed to be.

But with him?

Sebastian clenched his jaw, his fists tightening against the mattress as the thought unfurled in his mind, unbidden and undeniable. With him, it would be different. He could give her what she craved. He could challenge her, match her fire with his own, and take her to places she’d never even dreamed of.

He couldn’t stop imagining it now—her, soft and pliant beneath him, her lips parted in surrender, her body arching into his as she gave herself over completely, as she submitted to him. He swallowed hard, fighting to keep his composure as his gaze flicked over her flushed face.

The idea of someone as fiercely independent and headstrong as Evangeline yielding to him, trusting him, letting him guide her… it made the heat pooling low in his stomach almost unbearable.

Realizing he’d been silent too long, Sebastian let out a soft chuckle, though the sound slightly strained. “Honestly,” he managed, “it sounds like Alaric just didn’t know what he was doing.”

Evangeline’s eyes narrowed, her lips twitching like she was trying not to smile. “Don’t be an ass,” she muttered, though there was no real bite in her words.

Sebastian smirked. “What? I’m just saying, if he couldn’t keep up with you, that’s his problem, not yours.”

She rolled her eyes but didn’t argue, and the sight sent another wave of heat through him. He leaned back slightly, his smirk softening into something warmer, more genuine.

“Seriously, Evie,” he said after a moment, his voice quieter. “You deserve someone who gets you. Someone who can give you what you need.”

Evangeline paused, her blush spreading all the way to the tips of her ears as she seemed to consider his words. Her hazel eyes flicked toward him briefly, then darted away, but there was something playful in her expression, a glimmer of mischief that immediately set Sebastian on edge—in the best and worst way.

“Yeah,” she said finally, her voice still soft but tinged with something more teasing. “But… whoever it is would need to be able to handle a bit of a brat.”

Sebastian froze, his mind grinding to a halt as her words sank in.

She kept going, clearly not realizing the damage she was doing. “Just because I want to be dominated doesn’t mean I’m going to make it easy for them. I’m not exactly the type to just… roll over and—”

The second the words were out of her mouth, her eyes went wide, and she clapped her hands over her mouth so fast it made a faint smack. “I—” she started to stammer through her fingers, her face blazing red. “I didn’t mean—! I wasn’t trying to—!”

Sebastian, meanwhile, could feel his soul leaving his body. He couldn’t stop the loud, disbelieving laugh that escaped him as he flipped back onto the mattress, his arm draped over his face as he tried to process what she’d just said.

It was as though the world had shifted on its axis, and he wasn’t sure he could handle it. His mind conjured images he had no business imagining—images of Evangeline challenging him, teasing him, deliberately pushing his buttons until he put her in her place. Images of her giving in, her body completely open beneath him, all the fight melting away as she finally surrendered.

“Holy fuck, Evie,” he groaned, his voice rough and strained.

Evangeline peeked at him through her fingers, her blush now so deep it had spread to her neck and ears. “I didn’t mean to say that!” she said quickly, her voice high-pitched and defensive. “It just slipped out!”

“Well, you can’t exactly put it back!” Sebastian exclaimed, his voice muffled by the crook of his arm. He couldn’t even bring himself to look at her, afraid that if he did, he might actually combust. “I’m pretty sure I’m going to die right here, right now.”

Evangeline let out a mortified laugh, though it sounded more like a strangled squeak. “You’re not going to die,” she muttered, “You’re being dramatic.”

Sebastian finally moved his arm, glancing at her with wide, incredulous eyes. “I’m being dramatic?” he repeated, his voice incredulous. “You just admitted that you’re a brat who wants to be dominated in bed, and I’m being dramatic?”

She groaned, burying her face in her hands again, but this time, there was a hint of laughter in the sound. “Sebastian, stop,” she pleaded, her voice muffled.

Sebastian let out a shaky breath, dragging both hands through his hair like it might somehow clear the absolute onslaught of images flooding his mind. “I can’t stop, Evie,” he said finally, his voice low and strained, almost like a growl. “How am I supposed to stop when you just casually say something so—you can’t just… say things like that and expect me to carry on like a normal person.”

Evangeline peeked out from behind her fingers again, her cheeks blazing but her eyes glinting with something like nervous amusement. “I said it by accident, it’s not like-“ She cut herself off, groaning again as she buried her face in her hands. “Oh my God, I hate you.”

Sebastian’s lips twitched, and despite the chaos in his head—and the heat pooling low in his stomach—he couldn’t help the smirk that curved his mouth. “You don’t hate me,” he said smoothly, leaning back against the headboard and crossing his arms, his tone almost teasing. “You’re just embarrassed because now I know your deepest, darkest secret.”

She shot him a glare from between her fingers, her voice sharp despite her clear mortification. “It’s not my deepest, darkest secret.”

“Oh?” Sebastian arched an eyebrow, his smirk widening as he tilted his head, feigning casual curiosity. “So there’s more?”

Her eyes widened, and she immediately turned away, smacking him with a pillow as she let out a strangled laugh. “Sebastian, I swear to Merlin, if you don’t shut up—”

“You’ll what?” he challenged, grabbing the pillow mid-swing and tossing it aside. He leaned closer, his grin equal parts playful and wicked as he watched her squirm. “Come on, Evie. You know you can’t threaten me now. Not when I’ve just learned the most important piece of information about you.”

She rolled her eyes, groaning as she flopped back onto the bed and stared up at the ceiling. “This is the worst day of my life,” she muttered, though the laughter in her voice betrayed her.

Sebastian laughed, the sound low and warm as he lay back beside her, his head turned just enough to watch her face. For all her embarrassment, there was something endearing about the way she fidgeted with the hem of her shirt and avoided his gaze. She looked… vulnerable, in a way he rarely saw, and it sent a pang through his chest that had nothing to do with lust.

“Hey,” he said softly after a moment, his voice losing its teasing edge. When she glanced at him, her brows furrowed slightly, he smiled—small and genuine. “For what it’s worth… I don’t think it’s embarrassing. I think it’s… it’s a good thing. That you know what you want.”

Evangeline hesitated before she gave him a small, almost shy smile, her voice soft. “Thanks."

But then something shifted in her expression—a spark of mischief, a glimmer of payback. Sebastian’s instincts flared, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, sensing trouble brewing.

“You know,” she began, her voice deceptively sweet, “since you’re clearly so… experienced, with all your late-night escapades…” She trailed off, her eyes glinting with amusement as she watched his smirk falter slightly.

“Evie…” he warned, but she was already leaning in, her confidence growing as she continued.

“It’s only fair you share with the class,” she said innocently, tilting her head in mock curiosity. “I mean, you clearly know what you want, right?"

Sebastian’s brain stalled, his mouth opening and closing as he struggled to come up with a response. “That’s… not—”

“Come on, Sebastian,” she teased, her tone practically dripping with mockery. “Surely you’ve figured it out by now. What’s your preference?”

His face heated, and he shot her a glare, but the way she was looking at him—equal parts smug and curious—only made it worse.

“Oh, don’t be shy,” she pressed, clearly enjoying herself. “You were the one prying into my preferences not two minutes ago. I think it’s only fair."

Sebastian groaned, flopping back against the headboard and covering his face with his hands. “I can’t believe this is happening."

Evangeline just grinned wider, her voice dropping to a playful whisper. “So? What is it, Sebastian? What do you want?”

What do I want? The answer burned in his chest, too raw, too real to say out loud. Evie, I want you. The thought hit him like a hammer every time he looked at her, every time she laughed, every time she pushed him in ways no one else ever dared to. He wanted her. All of her—her sharp wit, her fierce independence, her vulnerability when she let her guard down. And now, knowing what she needed, what she craved… it made the wanting unbearable.

But he couldn’t tell her that. Not now. Not like this.

Sebastian let his hands drop, his gaze locking onto hers as he leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping to a low, teasing drawl. “What I want,” he began, his eyes glinting with something that made her smile falter slightly, “is for you to stop asking me such personal questions.”

Her jaw dropped, and she let out an indignant laugh, smacking his arm with the pillow. “You’re such an ass."

Sebastian chuckled, leaning back and raising his hands in mock surrender. “Hey, you asked for it,” he said, his grin returning. “Besides, do you really think I’m going to spill all my secrets just because you’re curious?”

"Yes," she replied without hesitation, her grin widening as she tilted her head at him, feigning an innocent expression that didn’t fool him for a second.

Sebastian held her gaze, his heart pounding as he considered his next words. He couldn’t tell her everything—not yet—but he could give her something. Just enough to satisfy her curiosity without giving himself away completely.

“Fine, fine. I want... someone who challenges me, who doesn’t just let me win for the sake of it. Someone who can keep up with me,” he said finally. “But someone who knows when to let me lead. Someone who trusts me enough to give me that.” He leaned forward slightly, his tone dropping lower. "It shouldn't surprise you Evie that I like to... be in control."

Evangeline blinked, her cheeks darkening again as his words sank in. She looked flustered, and it sent a surge of satisfaction through him. “That’s…” she started, but her voice trailed off, and she looked away, biting her lip.

“That’s what?” Sebastian pressed, his grin softening but his gaze intent.

Sebastian’s gaze stayed locked on her as she fidgeted. She was quiet now, her sharp wit momentarily dulled, and he could practically see the gears turning in her head. He watched her carefully, the way her fingers twisted in the hem of her shirt, the way her teeth sank into her bottom lip. She wasn’t just flustered—she was thinking.

And he knew exactly what was going through her mind, because it was the same thing that had hit him like a thunderclap just a moment ago: they were a perfect match.

The realization was written all over her face, even if she wouldn’t say it out loud. She’d always been so fiercely independent, so determined to handle everything on her own, but now, after their conversation, after everything that had been said and left unsaid, he could see her piecing it together. The way he balanced her, the way she challenged him. The way they fit together, like two pieces of a puzzle that had always been meant to slot into place.

And Sebastian knew. He knew she was thinking it because things between them had long since crossed the line of friendship. They’d been toeing that line for weeks—carefully, cautiously, as though afraid to look too closely at what lay on the other side. And yet, here they were, waking up side by side, after everything that had happened last night.

Now, as the dim light of the Undercroft cast soft shadows over her face, her crimson blush betrayed her thoughts, painting across her cheeks and down her neck. Her lips pressed together in that familiar way, a telltale sign she was holding back, her mind clearly whirring as she tried to contain whatever had risen to the surface. But Sebastian could see it—could feel it, in the charged air between them.

She knew. Just as well as he did. Things weren’t just friends anymore.

But he couldn’t say it either. He couldn’t speak it into existence, couldn’t give voice to the raw, overwhelming truth that had settled in his chest like a heavy weight. Couldn't name this thing between them and risk breaking it. Because that meant risking her. And that was something Sebastian couldn't bear.

For over two years, she had been his constant—his anchor in the storm of his own reckless choices and the darkness that had threatened to swallow him whole. When everything else had crumbled around him, she had stood by his side. She had been his light in the darkness, his reason to keep fighting even when he felt like giving up.

And because of that, he’d convinced himself that she could never want more from him than what they already had. How could she? She deserved better. Better than someone who had made so many mistakes, who carried so much guilt and regret, who still struggled to forgive himself for the things he’d done. Someone who didn’t have so much darkness lingering just beneath the surface.

But then, she sighed softly, the sound pulling his attention back to her like a magnet. Her hands rested in her lap now and her expression had softened. She wasn’t teasing anymore, wasn’t trying to hide behind sarcasm or banter. She looked… vulnerable. Open. And it made his heart ache all the more.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked quietly.

Sebastian hesitated, his throat tight. He wanted to tell her. Wanted to say everything that was clawing at his chest, threatening to spill over. But instead, he forced a small, crooked smile and shrugged. “Nothing,” he said lightly.

Evangeline’s brows furrowed slightly, her hazel eyes narrowing in disbelief. “Liar,” she said softly, her voice laced with both teasing and concern. “You’ve got that look.”

“What look?” Sebastian asked, feigning innocence as he leaned back against the headboard, crossing his arms over his chest.

She tilted her head, studying him intently. “The one where you’re overthinking something and trying really hard not to say it,” she replied matter-of-factly. “And you’re terrible at hiding it, by the way.”

Sebastian chuckled, though it sounded hollow even to his own ears. “Am I?” he said, trying to deflect, “Maybe I just have a lot on my mind. You’re exhausting, you know.”

Evangeline didn’t laugh this time. Instead, she leaned forward slightly, her expression softening as she reached out, her hand brushing lightly against his arm. “Sebastian,” she said quietly, her voice gentle but firm. “You can tell me. Whatever it is.”

His breath caught, and for a moment, he couldn’t look at her. “I know."

He reached for her hand, his fingers brushing against hers as her intertwined them. She startled slightly, her eyes snapping to his, but she didn’t pull away. Her fingers stilled, and for a moment, the air between them was charged with something heavy, something unspoken but undeniable.

Sebastian swallowed hard, his voice soft when he finally spoke. “You know I’d do anything for you, right?”

Evangeline blinked, her lips parting slightly as she stared at him. She looked like she wanted to say something, but whatever it was, she held it back. Instead, she gave him a small, almost hesitant nod. “I know,” she said quietly.

“Good,” he murmured, his voice rougher than he intended. “Just… don’t forget it.”

For a moment, they simply sat there, the silence between them heavy but not uncomfortable. Her hand was still in his, her fingers warm and steady.

He forced a small smile and leaned back against the headboard, his thumb brushing idly over the back of her hand. “You know,” he said lightly, trying to inject some levity into his tone, “for someone who claims this is the worst day of their life, you’re awfully content to sit here holding my hand.”

"More than content." She said softly, the faintest trace of a smile tugging at her lips as her fingers shifted slightly in his grip,

Sebastian’s heart stumbled in his chest, the words hitting him harder than they should have. She wasn’t teasing, wasn’t trying to hide behind her usual sharp humor. She was just… honest. Simple and raw in a way that felt so much more intimate than anything else she could have said. It was devastating.

The quiet between them stretched out again, but this time it was warm, comfortable. Sebastian let his gaze wander, studying the curve of her profile, the way her lips parted ever so slightly as she exhaled. There were so many things he wanted to say, so many things he wanted to tell her, but the words caught in his throat, heavy and unyielding.

What was between them now—it was fragile, delicate, like a string pulled taut, vibrating with unspoken truth. If he spoke, if he gave voice to everything he felt, everything he wanted… what if it snapped? What if he ruined the one thing that had kept him steady all this time?

He’d always been reckless, impulsive, diving headfirst into things without thinking about the consequences. But this—her—he couldn’t risk it.

So he convinced himself—tried to convince himself—that this, whatever this unspoken thing was between them, was enough.

It had to be enough.

Because even if he couldn’t have all of her—even if he couldn’t claim her in the way his heart ached to—he still had this. Her hand in his. Her laughter filling the silence. Her warmth beside him as the rest of the world faded away.

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Harry crept along the corridor, his invisibility cloak back in his room with the map and his wand lighting the way. He’d stayed out too late again—this time practicing Quidditch maneuvers with Ginny—and now he was paying for it, dodging prefects and trying not to get caught on his way back to Gryffindor Tower.

He turned a corner and froze.

“Potter.”

The voice was unmistakable—smooth, commanding, and laced with just enough disdain to make Harry bristle. Tom Riddle, Head Boy, stood at the end of the hall, his dark robes immaculate and his prefect badge gleaming even in the dim light.

Harry groaned inwardly. “Riddle.”

Tom crossed his arms, his lips twitching upward in what could have been a smirk or a sneer. “Out after curfew, I see. Five points from Gryffindor.”

Harry scowled. “Of course you’d take points. Don’t you ever get tired of that?”

“Never,” Tom said smoothly, his tone light but his gaze sharp. “And since you’re so eager to break the rules, I’ll escort you to your tower myself. Can’t have you wandering about causing more trouble.”

“I can manage on my own,” Harry muttered, but Tom had already stepped forward, gesturing for him to follow.

Harry stomped along beside him, arms crossed and face set in a frown. Tom seemed content to walk in silence for a moment before he began, with almost forced politeness, “How was Quidditch practice?”

Harry shot him a glare. “Do you care, or are you just trying to make conversation?”

Tom chuckled softly. “Maybe both.”

Harry rolled his eyes, determined to ignore him. But a sudden creak echoed through the corridor, startling Harry enough that he jumped, his hand brushing against Tom’s in the process. His face heated, and he jerked back like he’d been burned.

Tom noticed, of course. He always noticed. His smile widened, and before Harry could fully retreat, Tom caught his hand in his.

“Relax, Potter,” Tom said, his tone amused. Harry tugged once, twice, but Tom held firm, his grip warm and steady. “You��re too tense. No wonder you’re jumpy.”

Harry grumbled under his breath but eventually stopped struggling, too annoyed to keep up the fight. Tom, unfazed, began to talk about the upcoming school events—the Yule Ball, the dueling club, the owl post fair—his voice calm and soothing.

Somewhere along the way, Harry forgot to be annoyed about the hand-holding, his focus drifting entirely to Tom’s words.

“And, of course,” Tom continued, “I’ll be representing Hogwarts—and Britain—in the International Dueling Tournament.”

Harry blinked, his attention snapping back to the present. “Wait, you’re representing us? That’s incredible.”

Tom’s smirk softened slightly, his gaze almost fond as he glanced at Harry. “You think so?”

“Well, yeah,” Harry said, the awe in his voice betraying his annoyance from earlier. “I mean, that’s a huge deal.”

Tom led him up another flight of stairs, their hands still clasped. Harry didn’t even notice this time.

As they reached the portrait of the Fat Lady, Tom stopped, his grip on Harry’s hand tightening ever so slightly. “Now that we’ve held hands,” he began, his voice low and teasing, “can I ask you to accompany me to Hogsmeade this weekend?”

Harry blinked, confused for half a second before his eyes flicked to their joined hands. He yanked his hand away, his face going red. “Wha—you—” He stammered for a moment before finally blurting out, “Fine. Yeah. Whatever.”

Tom’s smile turned triumphant.

The Fat Lady, who had been watching the exchange with undisguised interest, clapped her hands together. “Ah, young love,” she sighed dramatically.

Harry jumped, his embarrassment doubling as Tom chuckled beside him.

“Goodnight, Potter,” Tom said, his voice smooth and confident as he turned to leave.

Harry glared at his retreating back before muttering the password and stepping inside. But even as he climbed the stairs to his dorm, he couldn’t stop thinking about the way Tom had smiled at him.

I hope it's not to bad 💕

#tomarry #tomarrymort #harrymort #tom riddle #harry potter #tomarry fic #hp slash #tomarry ao3 #tmrhp #hp fanfic #soulseeker

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anotherfcknschlattsimp · 6 months ago

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baby brother!Charlie getting wood late at night and coming to wake you up for help because hes just so horny for you its pathetic and he doesnt know what else to do with himself

oh how i love you brother!Charlie

im french kissing your brain pookie <3

hey, ignore that it's mid-november, here's a halloween post

genderfucked reader, im indecisive

cw: somno, incest (WAHOO), dubcon but everyone's fine with everything, of course one of my first works back is part of the sibcon charlie au (as far as i know, created by @moistcl1tikal-ao3 )

he couldnt stop looking at you all night, your cute little whore-for-halloween costume hugging you just perfectly. but he had to save those thoughts and memories for later!

except later did not happen, he crashed as soon as he laid down on his bed after the parties and events you dragged him to so you could show off your cute, nerdy lil bro

so, naturally, he woke up about 2 hours later with the hardest boner of his life the month. all because he kept dreaming of getting to touch you under your booty shorts

poor boy was still too tired to wanna deal with it though! so he tried to go back to sleep, deal with it in the morning, but he couldnt get comfy or stop thinking about your head between his legs

plan a failed, time for plan b: choke the chicken

he tried so hard, looked up all his favorite pornos, his favorite pictures of you, a pair of stolen panties, he pulled out all the stops :/ and it just made him ache and throb more for you

so final plan, the riskiest plan, wake you up and beg on his goddamn knees that you aren't too grumpy

he knew you werent the nicest person ever when you got woken up, especially when somewhat hungover, so he tread with caution

even got a towel, pillow, snack, and bottle of water for you :(

busts out every petname in the book when he tries to shake you awake

"sissy.. sis? brother?? dearest sibling??? bubba???? 🤨 you alive motherfucker???" the shaking picked up speed and intensity, no longer worried about you being mad, just half convinced you passed away in your sleep

"geddafuqouddaherecharlee" you mutter, smacking him away but still rolling over for him to join you, thinking he had a nightmare or something

charlie slid into bed behind you, careful to not make any sudden moves, worried he'd say or do the wrong thing and ruin his chances of getting some tonight

he talked to you sweetly, gently, with purpose, he was making amazing points

"i dunno if i'm allowed to ask or if only you get to initiate but i'll do all your chores for a month if you help me out here..."

he waited

nothing happened

you were out COLD

so time for his impromptu new final plan: beg for forgiveness not permission. he tries to rationalize it! you've never rejected his advances before, you're insatiable, this is probably something your into! maybe just being in your bed and surrounded by the smell of you can help him get there

so he stole some lube from your bedside table

it was so absurdly cold that he of course made a very manly sound (screamed like a mouse would) and jumped a bit, enough to wake you up again

so you turn to charlie, terrified because what the fuck was your little brother possibly experiencing to shatter everyone's eardrums at 2:33am

and you catch him, cock in one hand, other hand covering his mouth to avoid making more noise, but you already caught him slick-handed. and if you weren't so exhausted you would absolutely jump his bones in an instant, but the hangover was already kicking in so while seeing your younger brother trying to jerk off to you in your own bed would usually light a bonfire in your gut, this was more like a backyard fire pit sized one

so, being the amazing older sibling you are, you chuckle and coo at him, inching your hand towards the one on his cock

"awww my poor baby brother cant get off without me?" you fake a pout as your hand finds its way to cupping his balls, massaging gently

"pleasepleaseplease, need you so bad, needed you-needed you all night" he begs and involuntarily bucks his hips into your hand, eyes glued shut and hands fisted in your sheets, overcome with pleasure

he doesn't see or i guess hear or feel you shifting to be closer to his dick, or he just doesn't acknowledge it

but he sure notices when you grab the base and flick your tongue over the tip

"you're too cute" is the last thing he hears before being overrun by pure ecstasy as he finally cums when you take him fully down your throat, thank yous pouring out of his pink, bitten lips

his hands fly to hold your head in place, you let him until you start gagging

he lets go and starts profusely apologizing and thanking you

"you can make it up to me if you want.." you say seductively as you lay on your back and spread your knees just enough to get the point across

@th3-circus @xoxoave @jschladderall @manticore-fangs

im not dead which is shocking to everyone im pretty sure.. anyway here ya go <3

#slimecicle x reader #slmccl x reader #slimecicle headcanons #slmccl headcanons #slimecicle hcs #slmccl hcs #charlie slimecicle smut #charlie slimecicle x reader #charlie slimecicle hcs #mine mine mine #Slimecicle smut #slmccl smut #!nc3st

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legendary-69420 · 5 months ago

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☆o( Charles Leclerc and the Brozone: F1's Most Unexpected Turn of Events )o☆

Genre: Humor, Friendship, Lighthearted F1 Fanfic Warnings: none

a/n : This is part 4 of the series (You can also read it without reading any previous part). This is not the part of my story racing hearts but is another AU for my character. Hope you enjoy it. _________________________________________________

🏎️ Group Chat Name: "Just Friends with Intertwined Hands" 🏎️

[3:15 PM]

Lando: Y'ALL TELL ME WHY RICO LEVIAN IS ALL OVER MARK RIGHT NOW. Yuki: YOU’RE LYING. Max: Rico Levian? As in "international supermodel, heartthrob, fashion's golden child" Rico Levian? Carlos: Yup. Saw it with my own two eyes. He’s practically glued to Mark’s side. Oscar: Bro looks like he’s about to propose. He’s so obvious with it. Lando: NOT THE RIZZ GOD HIMSELF RICO LEVIAN FALLING FOR MARK. Yuki: Mark's just standing there, clueless, probably talking about F2. Max: This man turned THE Rico Levian into a lovesick fool. We lost, boys. Carlos: It’s over for us. He’s too powerful. Oscar: At this point, just give Mark the "Unintentional Heartbreaker" award. Yuki: The power this man holds is actually terrifying. Charles: He’s not that special. Lando: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Max: I FELT THAT BITTERNESS THROUGH MY SCREEN. Carlos: Bro typed that with his teeth clenched and his fists balled. Yuki: You okay, Charles? You sound a little… jealous. Charles: I'm not jealous. I'm just saying Rico's not all that. Max: He’s literally been on every single Vogue cover this year. Lando: He's literally the face of Versace’s new fragrance. Oscar: Bro’s face could sell air. Carlos: He’s not just "all that." He’s THE whole package. Charles: …okay but he’s not Mark’s type. Yuki: AND WHAT EXACTLY IS MARK’S TYPE, CHARLES??? Lando: ”He’s not Mark’s type.” Bro just indirectly said "I am." Max: I definitely heard him say "I am." across the room 😂😂😂 Oscar: BUSTED. Yuki: PACK IT UP, WE GOT HIM, BOYS.

[3:45 PM]

Lando: OKAY BUT RICO IS STILL AT IT. Max: WHAT NOW?? Carlos: This man is FOLLOWING Mark like a lost puppy. Oscar: He’s literally pretending to laugh at every joke Mark makes. Yuki: "Hahaha, you’re so funny, Mark 😍" type energy. Lando: IM LOSING IT. Mark’s like, “Yeah, so I adjusted my brake balance,” and Rico is like, "Omg, STOP, you’re hilarious." 😭😭😭 Oscar: The delusion is so strong. Charles: He’s so desperate it’s embarrassing. Max: Look at Charles calling someone ELSE desperate. Yuki: "Embarrassing" says the guy who GAVE MARK HIS HOODIE UNPROVOKED. Carlos: Says the guy who CUDDLES MARK at every opportunity. Lando: Says the guy who once told Mark, "I’m not your bro." Oscar: Not even bros, just soulmates in denial.

[4:00 PM]

Max: OH MY GOD, HE DID IT. Yuki: DID WHAT??? Oscar: WHAT HAPPENED?? Lando: RICO ASKED FOR MARK’S NUMBER. Carlos: I JUST SAW IT TOO. Rico did the lean in, casual smirk, "So can I get your number?" move. Yuki: NOT THE PLAYBOY PLAYBOOK MOVE. Max: Please tell me Mark rejected him in style. Oscar: Bro, he did it so casually I had to rewind my brain. Carlos: HE SAID, "Sorry, I don’t date models." AND WALKED OFF. Yuki: OH MY GOD. Max: OH MY GOD. Lando: OH MY GOD. Oscar: RIP RICO. GONE AND FORGOTTEN. Carlos: "You will not be missed." Max: Everyone, F in the chat for Rico. Yuki: NO, WE AREN'T PRESSING F. THIS IS A CELEBRATION. Oscar: BURY HIM UNDER THE TRACK. Max: LMAO, CHARLES IS SMILING SO HARD RN.

[6:00 PM]

Oscar: GUYS, MARK'S SICK. Lando: 😟😟😟 WHAT HAPPENED? Yuki: NOT THE GOLDEN BOY. Carlos: I saw him earlier, man was walking into walls like a Sims character. Max: Not a Sims character 😭 Oscar: He looked so tired, like he forgot how to human. Lando: GET THE F1 AMBULANCE READY. Charles: I’M ON MY WAY. Yuki: FIRST. ONE. TO. RESPOND. Carlos: "I’m not jealous" but somehow he’s already on his way. Max: He’s about to bust down Mark’s door like the FBI. Lewis: The way Charles is already in his car. Lando: Fastest pit stop in Ferrari history.

[6:20 PM]

Charles: He’s fine. Just a cold. Carlos: Bro, you sound like you just did a full health checkup. Lando: Did you use a stethoscope, doctor? Max: Is Mark drinking soup… that YOU MADE? Yuki: THIS IS A LOVE STORY, ACTUALLY. Oscar: How many pillows did you fluff, Dr. Leclerc? Charles: LEAVE ME ALONE. Max: Nah, we just got here. Carlos: I'm on my way to bring him snacks. Yuki: Me too, I’m bringing him tea. Lando: I got soup, someone get medicine. Oscar: I'm calling in sick tomorrow just to check in on Mark. Max: Y’ALL, THIS ISN’T A FUNERAL. Yuki: IT’S A VIGIL.

[7:00 PM]

Mark: Why are all of you here??? Yuki: We heard you were sick, sweetie. Carlos: And we’re taking care of you, honey. Oscar: Look at you, so frail and tiny. Mark: I’M LITERALLY BIGGER THAN ALL OF YOU. Max: Not right now, little guy. Charles: Eat the soup, Mark. Mark: You didn’t even make it. Charles: Eat it anyway. Mark: Y’all are ridiculous. I’m just a little sick. Lando: Bro, you were walking into walls.

[8:00 PM]

Mark: Thanks, Charles. Charles: No problem. Mark: Thanks, bro. Charles: …What did you just call me? Mark: …Bro? Charles: I’M NOT YOUR BRO. Lando: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Carlos: THE “BROZONE” IS REAL. Max: "Bro got brozoned." 😭😭😭 Yuki: You hate to see it. Oscar: This one will haunt him for life. Lewis: Charles’ villain origin story just dropped. Charles: I’M NOT YOUR BRO, MARK. Mark: Alright, bro. Charles: I’M LEAVING. 🏎️ Group Chat Name Changed to: "Bro got brozoned" 🏎️ Max: This chat is historical archives now. Lando: This is the only piece of history I care about. Carlos: Mark just achieved what no one else could. Yuki: He turned Charles Leclerc into a "bro." Oscar: He will never recover. Charles: DELETE THIS CHAT. Lando: NO. Max: NEVER. Yuki: YOU CAN’T DELETE HISTORY. Carlos: We are eternal.

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(If you want to know more about Mark...you can read it here in my story Racing hearts)

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blueberry-pride · 2 years ago

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Referring to this~

OMG! I read the Q&A but IS IT TRUE? Im so excited 😳👉👈 Ummmm may i req then? Not for the event, but just a general req 😌 A scenario/hcs of Leona with fem!s/o where s/o needs comfort & gets spoiled cz she's having burnout due to all of the incidents on NRC~ I hope this is not too much, if u want to change the plot it's ok, thank u & have a nice day 😳✨

I See Right Through You...

Leona x FEM! S/O

warnings: leaning on to very angsty, cursing, personal issues

Berry: I'M FINALLY BACK AA-💀 just wrapped up some things and you should have some of the requests from the events roll around within the month or so 😣 I changed a bit of it but the overall theme is the same just something that hits a little too close to home ;=; Special Thanks to my lovely friends Len and Luna who helped me out with this one ❤️❤️

"This isn't me wanting some semblance of pity, You can keep it for all I care- I'm so goddamn tired but did I ever ask to be in Twisted Wonderland? Oh don't get me started..." "Did I ask to be Crowley's clean up crew? Did I ask to be in the middle of every. fucking. issue?"

"Sometimes I'd like to be the damsel-but sevens forbid the woman wanting to be saved from all the stupid stress of this world."

"Well I'm so sorry for complaining over a job I didn't ask for but hey- we're in a magical school full fun and dreams, cuz that's sure to make up for ALL the unnecessary emotional and physical labor!" Your voice cracked as you forced a cheery smile.

Leona wasn't expecting you to snap at him when he wanted to mess with you for just a little bit. He had observed you from afar for quite some time now. And most importantly, he wasn't a stranger to people putting up a face for other's sake.

His emerald gaze would glint over your figure as he studies the creases in your eyes from all the work you've been doing. He'd always wondered how much you could take, often times giving you snarky or witty advices in hopes to get you out of your doormat cycle.

He admitted what the Head-mage was doing is a bit too far. He was kinda impressed on how you pushed on with that fiery and stubborn heart of yours.

A sadistic part of him wanted to see when you'll break

He wanted to see you bite back

He anticipated it even more when multiple students come to you for help increased by the day;

You nodded along as Ace and Deuce were once again asking help in doing their chores back at Heartslabyul, you laughed it off as one of their usual antics.

You happily agreed when Kalim invited you to one of his many celebrations despite just finished with your cleanup at Ramshackle, your smile didn't reach you. Those glassy eyes of yours, shifting downwards to hide the reluctance.

It was an asshole move of him in all honesty.

Not lending out a helping a hand but he knew you were capable. For fuck's sake you got him AND his dorm to help you out during Azul's little "tantrum".

He wanted you to overcome this on your own. However, he had an oversight on how much you can take on the world alongside his bullshit attempt of support.

Leona had happened to pass by a class with the door wide open, his lions ears perked at the ongoing conversation.

"Phyn, you're in our group." One student spoke up. "Oh hell yeah, thanks dude!" Another cheered, followed by the sound of a high-five.

"-And I guess that's everyone.. Oh (Y/N)..hmm I guess you and Grim would be a duo, every other's group is already filled up." "Uh.." You chuckled with a loppy smile. "No worries, at least I get to stay in my dorm this time." The class chuckled at your comment and nodded along. As the groups filed out chatting amongst each other, he took lighter steps walking closely behind you.

It wasn't until you reached the entrance of Ramshackle is when you finally noticed him. Which led to the situation right now. "Why the long face herbivore, where's the can-do attitude I know and adore~?"

Your hands balled into fists, shaking as tears were running down your eyes.

'Shit...' He said mentally.

"Let's...do this inside. We don't want anyone gawking at ya like this." He laid a hand behind your back inside and joined you not before he scanned the area for any curious on-lookers.

He leaned against the side of the wall of the living room, listening to your continued rant. Throwing hands and even had the strength to throw away the innocent coffee table in the middle, Its legs breaking into splinters as soon as it hit impact onto the cold hard floor. "-WHY IS IT ALWAYS ME WHO HAS TO FIX THINGS?" You exclaimed towards the pillow you threw towards the ground.

"Helping fix things is nice and all.." You sniffled. "But is it really so wrong to want that shit in return?"

He knew it was bad but he wanted to see how far you're flames would burn him. He wanted it to hurt-what you've been going through, he knows he can take it.

"You're ranting to the wrong person, go off on Crowley, yell at your classmates for ignoring ya. Tell that red-head and blue-haired friend of yours to fuck off and do their own stupid chores." "Be fucking selfish for once herbivore, Treat yourself to a nice nap-"

"-Oh what? like you? I'm not you Leona." You retorted back. "For fuck sakes you were born here-you were supposed to exist in this plane of existence while I got chucked out of mine." "You say I exist here but I'm one of the least wanted given my 'cheery' attitude. At the very least I know when to stand my guard." You huffed as you sat on the couch, tears still spilling from your eyes. "Is this your way of helping me? because I could clearly feel the love right now..." Leona let out a dry chuckle as he walked over to you. His imposing figure casts a shadow over you but as you gaze at his eyes, there was a lingering feeling of warmth. "Dont be like me." He shook his head. "Sevens, I hope you don't end up like me, but what I'm trying to say is..." His voiced trailed as he looked at your shaking form.

A memory sliced through him for a second. For a brief moment he saw his little self all those years ago in the visage of you. "In a campus full of these jackasses in NRC-including myself sometimes, I... I see right through you." He awkwardly patted your back. "I know it sucks but don't do that shit to yourself where you thought 'hey, I know who to look for if I'm in a room full of folks I adore, but who would look for me?'" Leona had a distant look as he stared at the broken table in the middle of the dorm. "Look for yourself first, look for that little corner of your room to be selfish with what you want to do. Worry about the details later." You cleared your throat as you steal a soft glance at him "You may not be the best and most unlikely to look for advice." The air seemed to change as the both of you share a soft laugh. "But you get right to the point...even though you could've done something much earlier." "What's the fun in that?" He raised an eyebrow. "Besides, You don't need a king's help in chess, a queen...has all the moves she needs."

Leona was surprised to hear your melodic laughter, belting out through your still falling tears at his small comment. "Oh my God Leona you did not just-" You wiped a tear as you smiled at him. He felt a flutter in his chest from the way you're looking at him now. "Well you did just say, I'm not the best." He smirked.

The tense feeling in his shoulder now dissipated as he settled himself on the couch strangely close to you, a tiny voice inside him wondered why. Seeing you smile even though you just murdered the poor coffee table not too long ago is a sign to him he did his job.

It's certainly weird but it's you. People may not look for you or choose you in a room full other characters from their lives, but you can trust that there's always a lion beastman just out in hallway, willing to stand with you through it all.

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twstファンアート #twst edit #twst wonderland #twst savanaclaw #savanaclaw x reader #savanaclaw #twst leona #leona kingscholar #leona x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #twst headcanons

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nikosovercoat · 2 months ago

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Yandere x reader but i didnt right the yandere part yet

AN: This is gonna suck but i didn’t download any fanfics to read on the airplane

ALSO the drought of good yan x reader fanfucs💔 I don’t always want a super non-con fanfic, I enjoy the ones where they both love each other fully. Hopefully im not alone on this and this inspires more fanfics like this!

Drabble? Scenario? Who knows i probably won’t finish it and idc if someone uses it as a base for their fanfic. Im too tired

He’s too perfect.

Everyone could see that.

It seems like his existence was crafted from a fairy tale. Rich parents that love and adore his existence. Looks that are completely ethereal. Standing next to him you fell like you’re evaporating from his beauty. Hair so healthy and soft to touch. Eyes you could get lost into for days , how his eyes sparkled reminded you of the stars.

Not to mention his well crafted personality.

The definition of spoiled not rotten. It’s so hard to believe anyone would ever care for their peers that much. Why he would care for you that much.

From the moment you two met, he clung to you. The only thing that crossed your mind was “Why me?”

You weren’t anything special. Sure , you definitely weren’t unknown. Known by tons of people , but had little friends. It couldn’t have been your style, it changed too much. Varying from cute to messy , from elegant to grunge. You were just slightly different from the main demographic, right?

It wasn’t so bad. It seemed you both like each other enough, got together relatively fast. The question of what makes him like you so much still lingers from time to time. No matter what whispered to him, you’ll never know why he was so obsessed with you.

You have a few ideas. It’s not like he’s discrete about how obsessed he is about you. He’s weird for what he does, but so are you for staying with him.

You can’t help but wonder how did you pull this guy.

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You first met at a bus stop to get to morning college class. It was too dark outside for you to completely see him. You could make out a silhouette and a few observations from street lights and cars passing by. It was no one you recognized. You glanced over to get a better look at him.

‘Maybe over average height? Not too tall , but tall enough to catch a few looks..’

Focusing on his clothing , he seemed no different from any other young adult.

‘ A cotton grey jacket and wide legged black jeans. A student? Maybe even someone doing super early errands? Why would anyone run errands at 06:00 , that’s so early. Or maybe he’s a- ’

You were too focused observing him to realize he was talking at you.

“Is something wrong?”

Jumping out of your daze , you stepped back.

“O-oh , uhhh I’m so sorry about that. It’s just I never seen you around this stop before. Are you new around here? I don’t really see anyone my age at this time.”

‘How smooth I am !’

All he did was give a side glance , then turned back forward.

Embarrassing.

Your heart was racing , but a wave of confidence hit you as you thought how well you played that off.

The bus stop felt so small after you felt embarrassed for being called out for staring. It was hard to catch your breath ,wanting to look like you didn’t care.

Something was caught in your throat, maybe the embarrassment, and the coughs erupted.

Not the soft type of coughs , the LOUD sickly ones. Coughing so luch you ended up corouch

Ending up crouched down , curled in a ball with a coughing fit.

‘ Wow , soo not embarrassing me.’ Mentally face palming from the event.

As if you couldn’t handle take anymore embarrassing, the guy looked at you in curiosity.

“Hey do you need some water? I have some ! I swear I didn’t drink it , I just bought it-��

You coughed even more. Your vision started to go blurry. It was so embarrassing your morning had to start off like this.

“H-hold on! ……. help you. Open ….. mouth.”

You couldn’t hear the words because you were quite literally dying.

Apparently you had perfect timing and took a deep breath, giving him a chance to give you water. The water tasted nice and cool, helping you stop coughing.

“ Hey! Are you okay?”

He looked at you with full concern. You couldn’t even blame the guy. First , you were essentially checking him out. Secondly, in the ‘attempt’ to be nonchalant, you BLEW it. Coughing all over the place and he had to give up his water.

You were NEVER going to live this down.

“thank you….”

“No problem.” He ended up pulling you up so you could stand again. He looked at you, but this time it seemed to be pity. That was the last thing you needed.

“Geez…that was so embarrassing, I’m so sorry. Please ignore what happened..”

You were so ready for the awkward silence but sadly, you got laughed at.

All you heard this stranger , getting ready to double over from laughter. Your mouth flew open. You were so ready to cuss this guy out.

“WHAT THE HELL MAN. HAVE I NOT SUFFERED ENOUGH?” You were turned to him, you felt like you were about to explode.

“W-wait.” He laughed a bit more. “I’m so sorry , its j-just that.-“ Giggling a bit more.

“ I felt so nervous earlier. I’m a transfer student, I’m new. I was ready to act so calm and pretend I was so put together. Helping you kinda made my anxiety about my ‘first’ day go away.”

“Oh.” Sure, you didn’t like being laughed at. You could sympathize with the nervousness. You weren’t exactly shy, but you didn’t go out of your way to talk to people out of the fear of looking like an idiot.

“I can kinda relate to that. I was afraid I was gonna make a bad impression to you but…”

More giggling came from the man. You side eyed him , and his laughter died down.

“After you almost witness me die from trying to be nonchalant, we should be friends! If you’re up to that.”

His eyes lit up and you could see a smiling forming.

The bus was right on cue, the 06:30 stop arrived. You started heading towards the bus.

“Sure.”

He followed after you.

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Talking to whatever that guy’s name was on the bus made you feel inadequate.

1. “I wanted to look put together” my ass. HE WAS PUT TOGETHER. An honor role student that didn’t have any use for scholarships. wtf

2. He was extremely put together part 2: All of his school supplies was organized , it put you to shame. It also made you realize you forgot your laptop and grabbed a cutting board? Something was not on your side today

3. He was also effortlessly gorgeous. It made you want to cry.

The only thing that calmed your nerves was the fact that he was weird. It seemed like he was observing all of your movements.

Maybe it was his eyes? His demeanor that made you feel so watched. He was very put together and had some form of aura surrounding him. Like he was unapproachable , untouchable , and you somehow stumbled in his world.

The rest was pretty much history.

Exchanging numbers , and walked each to class. Becoming close friends easily.

You didn’t believe popularity was a thing in college until he was flocked to by the campus. He enamored everyone that saw him and gained tons of friends so fast. It was like a blur. What do you mean the new kid befriended the majority of the campus upon arrival?

You weren’t worried about your friendship. How could you when he was clinging to you anytime he could? You thought it was because you were the first person to talk to him. Sometimes you feel attached to the first friend you make in new environment , nothing new.

What you didn’t understand is why he continued to cling to you. The campus’s pretty boy was basically your dog. Its not like he pushed others away, he just wouldn’t let them be as close as you two were.

It was so weird, so odd, but you couldn’t help but like the attention. You could always brag years down the line to your friends about how you pulled the popular guy in college. The thought of him finding a lover stung a little, but not too much.

You never really cared to remember his name either. Every time you two hung out and someone approached him, he gave a new name. You settled to call him ‘Pretty Boy’ because you were too lazy to think of something else. It got the job done and you had better things to do than give your friend a name.

A party invitation was found in your mailbox. It was one of those monthly parties that would be thrown to enjoy youth and whatnot. Letting loose every one in awhile wasn’t so bad. Plus you might’ve been dying for some attention, maybe even a one night stand.

You did your best to get ready the party. Using a small bit of makeup to clean yourself up. Your smell eye bags made you feel like a 9 to 5 office worker. You didn’t want to scare off any potential flings.

Your professors had been throwing assignment after assignment with no mercy. You deserved a break, to relieve some stress. You ended up going with a group of classmates from your history class.

You didn’t exactly want to go with pretty boy either. Nothing bad happened between you two, but having someone cling to you desperately gives off the wrong vibe. Plus he said he wasn’t even going. There was nothing to really worry about.

What happens at the party stays at the party.

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The party sucked.

You were still there and came to that conclusion. It was filled with desperation and it was very pathetic. You ended up getting all dressed up for nothing.

‘Why did I even believe this was gonna be a good party?’ The girl that was throwing the party, Adeline, was one of those girls that easily fell into the wrong crowd. It was clear she catered her party to match her ‘friends’. It was a sad watch.

You couldn’t help but pity the girl. She was basically an outcast until someone saw her ‘potential’. You wonder how someone would give up everything for a sense of validation.

Walking to the backdoor porch , you sat down on the railings.

The breeze was light. It was chilly , but not enough to make you freeze. The sky was fading from dark blue to a hot pink color , and the stars were so bright. It was a beautiful sight , and you figured you could stay out here until your ride was ready to leave.

A guy with shaggy haircut ended up sitting down on the rocking chair that was close to you.

You weren’t exactly afraid of him either. He looked mildly annoyed with the party as well. Having a bottle of wine , and kept drinking from it. Plus, he felt oddly familiar.

‘Damn. Guess I’m not the only one.’

I think anyone with a functioning brain could see how the party was buns. The ‘party’ was just people bringing drinks , but there was no music. No food , all the room doors were locked, and the pool was locked as well. It’s more of an alcohol gathering than anything.

“Don’t like the party?”

Maybe it was the boredom that got to you. Couldn’t have been the alcohol, you didn’t have anything. If the guy was gonna sit out here , he might as well humor you.

“Yeah. Thought it was gonna be better than this. I got invited but I really wish I hadn’t.”

His voice was dry for someone who was straight drinking from a wine bottle. It wasn’t terribly dry, slightly raspy and a little deep.

You look closely at the stars again.

“I feel that. I really wish Addie didn’t invite me. This was such a drag, I went all out for nothing.”

You didn’t even go all out to begin with. You were grateful you didn’t, your outfit would’ve been wasted on this poor excuse of a party.

“I came here to see someone.”

He sounded really hopeful.

“Aww. Did you get to talk to them? You guys do anything?”

Stupid question since you couldn’t even hookup in any room. The only place you really could do was the bathroom if you wanted privacy.

“No. They didn’t talk to me. I came to the party last minute and I even told them I wasn’t gonna go.”

“Oh I’m sorry?”

“You shouldn’t be , I should’ve done something. Maybe just asked to go with them. I was scared they were gonna hook up with someone or even find a date. One of those things we’re avoided luckily.”

You couldn’t help but giggle.

“If it makes you feel any better, I was hoping to find a small fling or a one night stand. I thought “Ooo , a party , this will totally relax me!” Then the party is only filled with alcohol, no music , and majoYanyandererity of the people are extremely drunk. Ruined my mood.”

You both sighed. A thought about PB came up, you wish he was here.

You two sat in a comfortable silence. Enjoying the peace of the outdoors.

AN: This is gonna suck but i didn’t download any fanfics to read on the airplane

Drabble? Scenario? Who knows i probably won’t finish it and idc if someone uses it as a base for their fanfic. Im too tired

He’s too perfect.

Everyone could see that.

Not to mention his well crafted personality.

The definition of spoiled not rotten. It’s so hard to believe anyone would ever care for their peers that much. Why he would care for you that much.

From the moment you two met, he clung to you. The only thing that crossed your mind was “Why me?”

You have a few ideas. It’s not like he’s discrete about how obsessed he is about you. He’s weird for what he does, but so are you for staying with him.

You can’t help but wonder how did you pull this guy.

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‘Maybe over average height? Not too tall , but tall enough to catch a few looks..’

Focusing on his clothing , he seemed no different from any other young adult.

‘ A cotton grey jacket and wide legged black jeans. A student? Maybe even someone doing super early errands? Why would anyone run errands at 06:00 , that’s so early. Or maybe he’s a- ’

You were too focused observing him to realize he was talking at you.

“Is something wrong?”

Jumping out of your daze , you stepped back.

“O-oh , uhhh I’m so sorry about that. It’s just I never seen you around this stop before. Are you new around here? I don’t really see anyone my age at this time.”

‘How smooth I am !’

All he did was give a side glance , then turned back forward.

Embarrassing.

Your heart was racing , but a wave of confidence hit you as you thought how well you played that off.

The bus stop felt so small after you felt embarrassed for being called out for staring. It was hard to catch your breath ,wanting to look like you didn’t care.

Something was caught in your throat, maybe the embarrassment, and the coughs erupted.

Not the soft type of coughs , the LOUD sickly ones. Coughing so luch you ended up corouch

Ending up crouched down , curled in a ball with a coughing fit.

‘ Wow , soo not embarrassing me.’ Mentally face palming from the event.

As if you couldn’t handle take anymore embarrassing, the guy looked at you in curiosity.

“Hey do you need some water? I have some ! I swear I didn’t drink it , I just bought it-“