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ravenelyx · 10 months

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Strained - Ominis Gaunt

Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x Fem!Reader

Word count: 0.97k

Warnings: Fluff, headaches, Ominis is worried and cute

Summary: Exams have taken a toll on you and your health - especially your eyes. Thankfully, Ominis is there to take care of you.

A/N: I've been suffering headaches for a week because of exams, so here I am - indulging.

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You can find the full fanfic on ao3 as well :)

Sebastian's version

"Love? Are you alright?"

The two of them had been lounging together in the Undercroft for the last hour. She laid on the ground, her head on his lap as he gently ran a hand through her hair and let his fingertips drift on her face, imprinting her in his memories like he did every day.

That was until she squinted her eyes and squeezed them shut, wincing slightly.

"Headache," she simply replied, for what felt like the millionth time that week. His heart dropped in concern.

"Don't you think it's time to pay a visit to Nurse Blainey?" He asked and pressed his thumb on the centre of her forehead, between her eyebrows, to rub soothing circles.

"I'll be fine. I'm used to them," she replied. That only heightened his worry.

"I don't want you to be in pain, love. Please promise me you'll pay her a visit," he sighed, his tone pretendedly calm and collected, although she knew it was only a façade.

He glided a hand on her scalp, gently massaging her head.

"I just need an analgesic, is all," she sighed, leaning her head further into his lap.

"You've been taking an awful lot of medication lately, all because of these headaches. I'm sure the nurse will see to it and decide the best route to take. Why won't you–"

"There's nothing to worry about Ominis, it's just my eyes," she interrupted, slurring her words a bit as drowsiness gradually overcame her body at his gentle ministrations.

He stopped in his tracks, his hand stilling as he took in her words, and she groaned in displeasure.

"Y-Your eyes? Are you—? Did something happen to your eyes?" He asked, now even more worried as his fingers slowly found her eyelids. "Are you losing your sight?"

She looked up at him and gave him a small smile, and he felt her cheekbones bump the side of his palm as she did so.

"No, love, I just…" She sighed again, taking his hand in hers and placing a kiss on his knuckles. "I've been studying a lot lately for our exams, you know, and I think I've been straining my eyes quite a bit."

He nodded in understanding, his chest a little lighter, but he still felt that same dejection, learning that she had been in pain for the last week.

"You need to rest, love. Close your eyes," he whispered, resuming his massage on her scalp and forehead. "So what do you feel when it happens?"

She hummed, letting her head fall back on his thighs. "They simply get very dry, and it's hard for me to keep them open. The light hurts, and before I know it, I feel the back of my eyes hurting."

"Ah," he nodded again, his hands slow and steady and he attempted to soothe her pain. He didn't know what it was like to feel pain in his eyes because of straining, but he tried to imagine it. He recalled the time when Marvolo poked his eyelids with his wand as a mockery for his blindness, and the pain he felt back then, and he shivered. If that was what she was feeling, then he would not have her suffer like that.

"Come on, I'll take you to the Hospital Wing," he said earnestly, ceasing his movements and motioning for her to stand up.

"I don't need that, Ominis, I simply need a pain-relieving potion or pill and I'll be fine," she said quietly. The relaxing atmosphere had brought her to a slumber, and despite her nerves burning, she felt the pain slowly wash away as her eyes rested.

"I won't take no for an answer."

She exhaled softly and let her eyelids flutter open, wincing at the light of the torches around her. As she stood up, she felt the pain come back like a boulder falling on her retinas. She sighed and ignored it, standing up and feeling that familiar sense of nausea she grew accustomed to.

"Let's go, then."

She followed Ominis as he zealously guided her through the corridors, her eyes falling shut every once in a while when the lights were too bright or the chattering around them too loud.

As expected, Nurse Blainey scolded her for being careless with her health, and gave her a Pain-soothing Potion, just as she had previously told the blond.

"You need glasses, Miss," the Nurse said curtly, before leaving the room and muttering under her breath.

"Glasses? You have never told me you had an eye condition," Ominis said, quirking up a brow, silently demanding an explanation. She sighed again.

"I've had myopia for a while, and it can't be cured with magic for some reason. I just… My glasses make my eyes hurt even more, so I don't wear them," she shrugged, hoping he would drop the subject. He didn't.

"Perhaps you need to switch your prescription, or buy new lenses that fit your eyes," he said gently, taking her hand in his again. "You can't carry on like this and be in pain everyday. I hate seeing you unwell."

She nodded, "okay," and rested her head on the pillow of her hospital bed. The blond sat on the chair next to it and began caressing her hand soothingly.

"Next time we go to London, we will pay a visit to a muggle eye doctor. And don't protest," he added as he heard her breath hitch as if about to answer him. She bit her lip.

"As you wish. If it makes you feel better or…" She squeezed his hand slightly, "...less worried."

"It does," he then gave her a fond smile. "You'll be well again in no time."

They stayed like this for a while, with Ominis caressing her hand and massaging her temples as she drifted off to sleep, finally relieved of her pain.

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feralforriddle · 3 months

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nobody makes me feel things.

summary: tom riddle x y/n, first person. tom starts to get really confused as to why he was feeling so many things for the sweet ravenclaw girl. but he seems to soften up pretty quick, leaving you just as confused.

a/n: my first ever fic! please give feedback if you enjoyed in the comments. this is probably super messy but i just kept typing lol. i hope u enjoy :3.

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'what do you want.' he says, staring at me with his dark, cold glare. i gulp, immediately regretting my decision. picking at the skin around my nails, i pluck up the courage to ask him.

'um, i was just wondering if you were still tutoring people?' i ask, looking up at him anxiously. he stares at me for a second, seemingly very confused. or is he happy? angry? honestly, it's really hard to read him. impossible even.

'yes. i do, why?' he steps closer to me, looking down and crossing his arms. it's almost like he is trying to kill me. doesn't he realize how handsome he is?

'i am struggling at the moment in potions, a-and i know you're really smart in that subject. i was wondering if you'd help me?' i ask, trying to sound confident but failing miserably. why is it so hard to talk to him? obviously everybody knows what tom is like. he has almost zero friends, and he doesn't seem to care about making any.

but i have always been intrigued by him. always watching and admiring from afar. always found him exceptionally handsome. never found any courage to talk to him, though. so now is my chance to get his attention.

do i really need help in potions? not really. it's definitely not my most successful class, but i could probably still pass without his help. but the idea of him teaching me, maybe he could show me how to make potions too, standing behind me and guiding my hands-

okay, no. i am getting truly distracted now.

i have just always been so infatuated with him. my friends call me crazy for trying this, and that they have never seen him interested in any girl before him. i have seen him glance at me before, staring a little longer than just an accidental glance. so part of me is really hopeful he sees me the same way. and i don't have enough confidence to just ask him out, which is why i thought a study session would be good.

'i can help you. what is it you need help with the most?' he says, surprisingly softer. a slight glint in his eye. it did not last long though, he returned to his usual glare.

'mainly brewing the potions, getting things perfect. sure, i get it right but, you always seem to make them perfectly' i say, complimenting him lightly to see his reaction.

i did not get much of one.

'yes, mine are perfect. i can help you. i will ask professor slughorn if we can use the potions room after class hours, he won't mind i'm sure.' he says, nodding down at me once.

i smile brightly up at him, 'thankyou tom! i'll meet you there today around 6pm then?' i ask, beyond excited to get to spend more time with him.

he nods, squinting his eyes lightly at me before turning around and leaving. he certainly is a unique boy. i turn to return to the great hall and finish my lunch.

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i was itching for 6pm to come faster, wiggling in my seat in my final class of the day. i need to make sure i look pretty, too. i am incredibly nervous to see him, and be alone with him too. my cheeks go red at the thought. i am probably thinking of this way differently to tom, he probably isn't even excited. but i don't care, i just wanted him to see me, to notice me.

as soon as class ended, i sprinted back to my dorm to get changed and freshen up. putting on a clean white shirt, my slightly tighter one for no particular reason at all. and my ravenclaw skirt, pilling up a little further up my thighs than normal. i do light makeup, and ruffle my hair and im ready. this is very unlike me. i never dress like this, and to be honest i feel embarrassed but i want to catch his attention somehow.

it's 5:50pm, so i grab my study books and quill, and head quickly to the classroom. he arrives just seconds after me.

'hi tom' i smile.

he stares at me for a second, glancing down at my outfit. 'what are you wearing?' he says, glaring at me for a second.

'just my uniform..' i frown, looking down at myself.

tom's head erratically turns around, checking nobody is around. 'you walked down here like this?'

'..yes?'

'get inside, quickly.' he opens the door for me, and i rush inside, very very confused as to what is happening.

he looks at me again as i sit at the desk where he clearly prepared things. 'why did i have to rush in here?'

'because i don't want anybody else to see you like this.' he grunt, putting his books down before sitting beside me.

'why's that?' i say, a little hope bubbling inside of me that maybe it's because he only wants to see me like this.

'you ask too many questions. lets just focus on this' he says, avoiding eye contact with me.

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the whole study session i was incredibly nervous. i couldn't write properly because my hands were shaking so much. my cheeks constantly red through the whole thing. i sigh as he packs things away, 'thankyou for helping me, tom'.

'it's okay' he says nothing else before heading to the door.

i don't know why, but he seems even less interested after that. he is barely talking to me, his body language is just telling me he is uncomfortable. maybe he figured out my little plan and it put off by it? maybe he really just doesn't like me back. maybe i'm just not confident enough for him?

perhaps i should stop trying so hard.

i grab my own things and walk to the door with him. 'i-i'm sorry if i made you uncomfortable tom, i'm sure you figured out what i was doing' i say with as much courage as possible. i feel ridiculously embarrassed. he looks at me and says nothing.

his face indicates nothing. nothing whatsoever. i take a deep breath. looking at him with glossy eyes, rushing out of the potions classroom and back to my dorm.

i jump on my bed, pushing my face in the pillow and letting a few tears go. i thought it would work, i really did think he might like me back. i was stupid to think so. he doesn't really feel anything for anyone. and i made such a fool of myself, trying to flirt or complimenting me, wearing this revealing uniform. oh god i want the ground to swallow me hole.

i just curl up into a ball and fall asleep soon after.

tom on the other hand, is left feeling very very confused. he doesn't know why he feels this way, why did he get a pang in his chest when he saw my glossy eyes? why couldn't he seem to breathe properly around me? he has never felt this way for anybody and he doesn't know what to do.

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the next day i head to breakfast, nervous about seeing tom there. he always sits at the end of the table alone, so it's inevitable he will see me as i walk into the great hall. i try and get there as early as possible, hoping i arrive before he does.

but no, he is sat there, and his head shoots up the second he sees me walk into the hall. my cheeks flush insanely red, my hands beginning to sweat a little as i feel his burning gaze on me.

i rush to the table, sitting by myself at the end too, not really wanting to tell my friends what happened.

tom sees me sitting alone and furrows his eyebrows. before even thinking, he stands up and walks over to sit directly opposite me on the ravenclaw table. i look up at him and panic.

'why are you sitting alone?' he says, staring at me.

'um, i just didn't feel like talking to my friends this morning' i gulp, frantically trying to avoid his gaze. he glances down to see them all staring with their jaws dropped.

'pathetic.' he mutters.

'you think im pathetic?' i say, eyes softening at him.

'no, quite the opposite' he mumbles, nodding his head down the table. 'that is pathetic'. my cheeks flush a little as i giggle at him. looking back up at him, i give him a soft smile.

'why did you come over here, tom?'

'because i don't want to see you sitting by yourself.' he says, taking a bite of his breakfast. 'come on, eat something. we have class soon'.

i do as he says, of course, but i am also extremely confused as to what is happening. from how he was acting yesterday, to this? i am very confused. but secretly i am really enjoying this.

'so, how about another study tonight?' he says bluntly. my eyes nearly shoot out of their sockets and my heart nearly came out of my chest.

'o-oh, um sure' i smile, covering my nerves.

'and you can wear that little outfit again. just don't let anybody see you on the way'. i nod quickly at him. and we quietly had breakfast together. he walked me to my class, which left my hiding my smile under my hand in class.

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i take a deep breath as i wait for tom to arrive outside of the class. i tap my feet on the floor in anticipation. my god, am i nervous.

'get inside, quick' he says, opening the door for me again.

i smile a little, rushing inside and sitting back in my normal seat. but there is nothing here set up to study like last time. he raised an eyebrow at me and slowly walks over as i look at him confused.

'what are we doing today tom if there isn't anything here?' i ask, turning to him as he sits beside me.

'oh i think we both know studying isn't the reason we are doing this' he says, turning to me slightly.

i almost choke on the air.

'i don't know what you've done to me, but i can't stop thinking about you' he sighs. 'it's awful, really. i haven't ever felt this way before, i was up most of the night figuring my feelings out. now i worry i am stuck, wanting you with me at all times when i can't'.

'yes, you can'. i jump to answer. 'just give me the word and i'm yours'.

'mine?' he hums, as i stand up and stand in between his legs, looking up at him.

'yours'.

he puts his hand on the side of my face. 'i hope you know what you've gotten yourself into. I'm not easy, darling'. he sighs.

'i'll get used to it' i smile.

'if i see any other man in the same proximity as you, i can't promise i won't hex them'.

'id like that' i hum.

'come here' he murmurs, pulling me closer into him, connecting his lips onto mine. and i melt. i've been wanting this for so long. his tongue swipes against my bottom lip, deepening the kiss as my hands wrap around his neck, pulling him to stand with me and wrap his arms around my waist.

'lets go back to my dorm. i have my own dorm because i hate everyone.' he mumbles against my lips. i giggle at him, pulling back and nodding. 'lets go' i agree.

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the next morning, i walk into the great hall for breakfast. tom's eyes find mine as he gives me a very small, but cheeky grin.

he stands up and walks over to my table before i can sit down.

he grabs my chin, pressing a kiss against my lips softly right in front of all my friends. as if to prove a point.

'see you in class, baby'.

i smile at him as he walks back to the slytherin table. i look down at my friends,

'what on earth?!' they shout.

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a/n; and we're done! please give me feedback if you liked this, or not. my first ever fic ahh! <3 love u angels.

#tom riddle x reader #tom riddle x y/n #tom riddle x you #hogwarts #harry potter #slytherin boys x reader #slytherin boys #voldemort

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writethrough · 2 years

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How to Mistakenly Summon An Ancient Being & Keep Him

(Morpheus x Female Reader)

Synopsis: You're an insomniac and have exhausted all other avenues to help you sleep except one. What happens when that one brings you the King of Dreams?

Warnings: Language (only one f*** was given), mutual pining, inability to sleep

Word Count: 3299

A/N: I'm super pumped to share this one! Though, I do think I could've upped the pining a bit more. Let me know what you think!

Nothing you tried worked. No amount of meditation, sleepy time tea, or melatonin kept you asleep. Your doctor had prescribed you sleeping pills, which worked for a few weeks, but the drowsiness and headaches made you stop taking them.

You had been scrolling through your social media when an ad for some spirituality website popped up. All the words were a blur except “help” and “sleep.” You clicked on it before you could think about viruses. That led you through site after site. Some hawked overpriced sleeping potions that sent up all of your red flags, and others touted crystals for pleasant dreams and to ward off nightmares, but it was a ritual that caught your attention.

It was simple enough. A few herbs you already had in your kitchen, a candle, and some sigils that took you much longer to draw than they should have. All you had to do was say the words at midnight and hope your prayer would be answered. The worst that could happen was already happening to you. It's not like you could get less sleep.

When the clock ticked to 12 AM, you lit the candle and recited the spell three times.

You waited. You weren’t sure what you were waiting for—heavy eyelids, relaxation, the inability to keep your head up. However, you never expected to hear a deep voice behind you.

“You humans never change," he growled. It was more than a glare he pinned you with; it was that of a beast, ready to devour.

—

It happened so quickly.

He and Lucienne were in the library, combing through books when he felt a tugging from the top of his spine. It brought him back to that day over a century ago. He couldn’t let that happen again.

“Lucienne!” he called as sand swirled around him.

“My lord?” Lucienne could only watch in horror.

Before either could do anything more, he had been transported into a bedroom. A woman sat facing away from him, and all of his anger honed in on her.

He would commit atrocities sooner than sit in another cage. And you were about to discover just how far he would go.

—

The man before you blended into the shadows cast by the moon. He seemed to encompass everything within the darkness, but you knew he couldn’t; he was just a man—one that appeared without explanation.

You steeled yourself. Slowly rising, never taking your eyes away.

“Who the hell are you, and how did you get in here?” you asked, impressed that your voice came out relatively steady.

The man’s jaw clenched, but he stayed silent. If anything, this angered you more than frightened you.

“You need to leave before I call the police,” you said. You would call the cops regardless, but he didn’t need to know.

This made his eyes narrow.

“You wish me to leave?” he asked as if he were trying to decipher the words.

“Yeah, people typically don’t like it when strange men just pop up in their bedroom,” you snapped. Why was he looking at you like you were the crazy one?

“You summoned me, human,” he said.

You straightened, taken off guard. “I summoned you? You're out of your mind. I did not summ—” Then it clicked. The ritual. Could that be what he was talking about? You pointed to the candle. “Is this what you mean?”

He nodded slowly. His posture seemed to relax a little.

You glanced between him and your tools.

“I don’t understand,” you said. “It was just supposed to help me fall asleep. Not bring me a…what exactly are you?”

He ignored your question for one of his own. “May I see the incantation?”

You grabbed your laptop from the floor and showed him the lines. After a moment of contemplation, he exhaled a deep, exhausted breath.

“Truly, did you not know this was to summon me?”

You shook your head. “I promise. I…I just wanted to sleep.”

How were you going to do that now? And what were you going to do about the man you supposedly summoned from who knows where?

“I can help with that,” he said. “This ritual may not be what you thought, but it will do as you wished.” He leveled you with his gaze. “My name is Morpheus. I am the King of Dreams.”

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You were…different, he had decided. Neither good nor bad, just something other.

You said this was an accident and that you hadn’t expected the ritual to work. Morpheus saw the desperation in your eyes—the need for a solution to a problem out of your control. Perhaps it was that familiarity that made him want to help you.

And no matter how much he tried to convince himself otherwise, there was an instinct that told him he could trust you.

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You had just summoned the fucking Sandman. You weren’t sure if you wanted to praise or curse the off-the-wall website you found the ritual on. No, you wanted to finally have a continuous eight hours of rest.

“Okay, so how does this work?” you asked, maybe a tad too excited.

“Lie on the bed and close your eyes. This will only take a moment,” he said.

In any other situation, you would react very differently, but now that Morpheus seemed to have relaxed, you felt you could trust him. At the least, you could trust him to do as he claimed.

After taking your position, Morpheus stood over you, a small pouch in one hand as he poured it over into the other.

“Morpheus,” you said before he could continue.

He only glanced at you in response.

“I’m sorry,” you paused. “For making you come here against your will.” He was borderline hostile when he arrived, but when you explained everything, he calmed. There had to be a story there. “And thank you for this.”

His lips twitched in a blink-and-miss-it moment.

“Sweet dreams,” he said and sprinkled the sand into your eyes.

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The next night, Morpheus waited for you in the Dreaming. After helping you fall asleep, he grew more curious about you. What caused your insomnia? How could a human be so honest? And what made him believe you in the first place?

Though time passed differently in the Dreaming, he knew when you should’ve been sleeping. When you didn’t come, he brushed it off as having missed you. Though that wasn’t possible.

The night after, you still had not shown. By the third night, he had a strange sense of concern. Were you alright? Have you not slept at all since you met? He was determined to find out.

It was nearly 7 PM when he knocked on your door. He thought it best not to repeat his initial arrival. His eyes narrowed when you answered, dark circles gracing your under eyes.

“Morpheus? What are you doing here?”

He slipped past you. “You have not been sleeping.”

“Not true. I slept for a few hours,” you said, sitting on your couch and indicating the space beside you.

“Not well,” he said, following. “You haven’t visited my realm.”

You stayed quiet, pulling your cardigan tighter around you.

“Why did you not call for me?” You had the means to; if you had not been sleeping, there was no reason for you not to summon him.

“That’s not fair to you,” you said. “And I wasn’t about to bother you again, especially because it seemed to affect you.”

He was silent. You took his feelings into account even though it was to your detriment.

You were not as selfish as other humans. It made him want to help you all the more.

“Think nothing of it.” He pulled out his pouch. “You must rest. Now, lie back for me.”

You nodded, evidently not having the energy to argue.

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You waited to feel the gentle taps to your eyelids the sand made. When they didn’t come, you opened your eyes only to find yourself on a cobblestone path in a village. Stands were set up with various foods, craftsmanship, and jewelry. Some merchants were human, but others were humanoid with animal features. A few had skin swirled like galaxies or solid green or even wings. It was all so vibrant, so alive.

“Welcome to the Dreaming.” Morpheus stood next to you, carefully watching your reaction.

His realm. So, he had put you to sleep.

You couldn’t wipe the smile off your face as you spotted baby dragons, of all things, playing with young children.

You laughed in disbelief. “I’d tell you to pinch me, but I know I’m dreaming.”

A hand was placed on your back as he led you forward.

“There’s much to see,” he said.

A few creatures bowed to him as you passed. And it reminded you that he was indeed a king.

“How long have you been the King of Dreams,” you asked, slipping your hands into your pockets.

“Since the beginning of time,” he said.

You stopped, as did he, and you looked him over. You shook your head slightly before moving again.

“I’m not sure if I can even fathom that,” you said, a wave of naivety washing over you.

“Do not dwell on it. It’s best not to.” He paused. “May I ask you something?”

“Of course.” You looked at him expectantly.

“How long have you had difficulty sleeping?”

You shrugged. “Feels longer than it actually is. It's like one day, my brain decided it would never turn off, not fully. I get some rest here and there, but the best sleep I’ve ever had was the night we met.”

He took a moment to think this over. What he said next shocked you.

“Then I shall put you to sleep every night."

Your eyes widened as your cheeks heated up. Did Morpheus not realize how that sounded? A being as old as time itself surely knew every way that could be taken.

“That’s-That’s really not necessary, Morpheus. I’m sure you have more important things to do than make sure I sleep.”

You thought he was going to ignore you. He seemed to do that whenever he believed it suited him. Instead, his eyes held a certain glint to them.

“You should not question the Lord of Nightmares. And in his own kingdom no less.”

Was he…teasing you? The flutter in your stomach made you believe it.

“I can’t ask you to do that,” you mumbled. “I don’t want you to waste your time on me.”

You were so focused on your shoes that you missed the passing look on his face.

“Then it is fortunate I offered,” he said softly.

You met his gaze, ready to argue, but he stopped you.

“And only I may decide what is wasteful of my own time. You, (Y/N), can never be.”

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Since that night, Morpheus had given you peaceful slumbers. Weeks passed, and his visits grew longer. He arrived when you prepared dinner. Though he didn’t often eat, he was keen to assist you in preparing it. You caught him taking a dish out of the oven once without mits. He was holding the pan before you could stop him, but his features showed no sign of pain. In domestic times like these, you forgot that he wasn’t human.

He stood chopping an onion while you combined ingredients in a bowl discussing your favorite films.

“I can’t believe you haven’t seen it,” you said.

He tried to hide his smile as he slid the onions into the bowl.

“I do have a realm to oversee,” he said pointedly.

“Evidently.” You gestured to where he was, in your kitchen, clearly not in the Dreaming.

His eyes turned bright.

“Perhaps tonight you will finally meet one of my nightmares,” he said, voice dipping as if he was serious.

You tilted your head and pursed your lips in thought.

“No, I don’t think I will,” you said, setting the bowl aside.

“And why is that?”

“Because you’re too nice.” You had to lift your chin to meet his eyes.

He had always been kind to you. It wasn’t just him putting you to sleep. It was his thoughtfulness and how deeply he cared for his people.

Morpheus hadn’t told you everything that happened to him prior to your meeting, but you gathered enough to know it had nearly broken him. The fact that he let you in at all spoke volumes. You hoped he knew how much he meant to you.

You may only be human, but you’d protect him with your entire being.

He had captured your heart quickly, and you wished you weren’t obvious enough for him to see it.

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Morpheus reread the page for the fourth time, and its contents still failed to penetrate. Last night he had been with you making dinner. Now, all he could think about was your smile, the way your eyes lit up, and how he wanted to hold you and keep you from every wretched thing you had encountered yesterday and since you’d met.

He closed the book and stood. You were working today, which meant you wouldn’t be home, which meant he couldn’t see you until dinner tonight.

It frustrated him. He would provide you with whatever you desired—you need only ask. It was old-fashioned, but he didn’t want to be away from you. The moment you told him he could leave, it was as if something pulled him toward you. You were special. You guided him through obstacles he thought he had overcome long ago.

You became his comfort, and he hoped he had become yours. And tonight, he would tell you as much, and hopefully, you would accept him.

—

You had just gotten home from possibly the longest day of your life. Every minor inconvenience had culminated in the pounding in your head. But it was finally over, and soon enough, you and Morpheus would be relaxing on the couch watching a show he should’ve seen by now.

Changing into something comfortable, you entered the kitchen to pull the dinner ingredients out when there was a tapping at your window.

Matthew waited, tilting his head in that raven way.

“Hey, Matthew,” you said, letting him in.

He flew to the back of your armchair after swooping to scoop a mouthful of gummy worms you kept in a bowl just for him. The perks of being a magical raven.

“Hey (Y/N),” he said around his food. He continued after swallowing. “The boss is running late, but he’ll be here soon.”

You nodded. Sometimes this happened. Though Morpheus’ definition of late usually meant twenty minutes or so.

“His work is much more important than cutting vegetables,” you said, taking a seat.

“You wouldn’t be saying that if you saw the look on his face,” he said. “He looked ready to cry or smite someone.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Those seem like two very opposite ends of the spectrum.”

“Not when he does it. I’m talking this full constipated gloss over his face,” Matthew said.

You let out a laugh. “Still, I can believe the smiting, but the crying? Never. Especially not over something as silly as helping me with dinner.”

“Are you kidding? He doesn’t say it, but that’s the highlight of his day! There’s always this pep in his step when he’s about to come here.” He paused. “Well, about as much pep as you can imagine him giving.”

You blushed. Was Morpheus really that excited about something so small?

Matthew had gone down a bit of a ramble, but the last thing he said snatched your attention.

“...I mean, he’s basically in love with you, so it’s no surprise.”

“Who’s in love with me?”

“Dream,” Matthew said as if you hadn’t been listening.

“No, he’s not.” You shook your head.

“Yeah, he is.”

“On what planet would an Endless love me of all people?” He was lying. He had to be. There was no way Morpheus returned your feelings.

“This one!” Matthew said, exasperated.

You weren’t sure if you could breathe or not. It felt like you were, but why couldn’t you inhale completely?

“Are you being serious?” you asked, trying to hide the hope in your voice.

“I wouldn’t lie to you about something like this,” he said softly.

You nodded. “Okay, so what do I do now?”

There was a familiar knock on your door. You both looked toward it.

“Do what’s gonna make you happy,” he said, then left out from where he came.

—

Okay, you could do this. It was just Morpheus. Standing outside your place, waiting for you to let him in after you found out he apparently loved you. Do you pretend not to know? Should you come out with it? You loved Matthew, but shit, you wished he didn’t talk so much.

First things first, you had to open the door.

“Morpheus.” You smiled, hopefully not too big.

“Hello (Y/N),” he said, pulling a bouquet of flowers from behind him. “For you.”

You gave him a soft smile. “What’s the occasion?”

He seemed to hesitate a moment. “I simply wanted to.”

“They’re beautiful. Thank you.” You turned to the kitchen to search for a vase, hiding your widening smile.

“I sent Matthew earlier. Is he not here?” Morpheus asked, having followed you.

“Just left.” Do what’s gonna make you happy. “He actually told me something he probably shouldn’t have.”

“And that is?” He waited patiently but sensed your reluctance. “Unless I should be kept in the dark as well.”

“No,” you breathed. “No, it was kind of about you.”

He regarded you carefully. “...Has whatever he told you made you uncomfortable in my presence?”

Your eyes widened. “No! Never.” You supposed the only way to say this was to just come out with it. “He told me that you…well, he told me that you love me.”

“Oh.”

He had clearly not expected that response. And you wondered if he had ever told Matthew about his feelings or if the bird was only guessing.

“It’s true,” he said. “That’s the occasion.”

“Occasion?”

“The flowers. I was going to tell you tonight,” he said.

A thought occurred to you, and the corner of your mouth turned up.

“Then tell me,” you said, taking a step closer.

Morpheus seemed to be taken aback but recovered just as quickly. His jaw clenched, and he met your eyes.

“I love you,” he whispered. “It grows with each passing day.”

You found one of his hands with yours. His touch kept you grounded. You needed that with how it felt like you’d float away any second.

“I love you, too.” You beamed, happier than you had ever been.

His eyes were soft, and they became the slightest bit hooded.

“May I kiss you?”

Your response was to lift your chin and capture his lips with yours.

It was like you were on fire. And yet your heart somehow calmed.

This was right—his hands on your waist, yours resting on his chest. Each press of his lips reinforced everything since you met. Trust, safety, comfort, and now love.

You had to be the one to pull away for breath.

His thumb grazed your cheek as he examined your features.

How was it possible for someone to be so captivating?

You wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your head in the crook of his neck.

“Not even in my wildest dreams did I think you would love me,” you said, ecstatic that you were wrong.

He hummed. “It’s fortunate that I create dreams then.”

You pulled away enough to look at him. “Very fortunate.”

He leaned down for another kiss, a slow, deep peck. It burned all the way to your toes.

“I love you,” you mumbled against his lips.

He pulled you closer, intent on showing you.

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forever and always

ft. sebastian sallow with f!reader (one-shot)

themes: angst, fluff, childhood friends to lovers, porn with plot, slow burn, mutual pining, hurt to comfort, aged-up characters (21+), reader is not mc

warning: nsfw, smut, not spoiler-free, loss of virginity, mild depictions of injury, unedited, not proofread

summary: both you and sebastian are aurors who had just completed a mission. however, sebastian was wounded in the process, and the two of you decided to stay in an inn for the night to treat his wounds and get some rest. unfortunately, there’s only one vacant room left with one bed.

word count: 5.2k

a/n: didn’t expect it to turn out pretty long, but i’ll just casually drop this load of filth right here.

masterlist || AO3 cross-post

“What in Merlin’s name were you thinking?!”

Sebastian winced as you cleaned a nasty gash on his chest with a soft cloth soaked in Wiggenweld Potion. In that moment, he wasn’t exactly sure which was worse: the physical stinging pain on his chest, your scalding tone, or the fact that you being angry somehow made you a bit more attractive than usual (not that you weren’t in the first place). You pointed your wand at his wound, muttering an unfamiliar spell: the wound stitched itself back with a translucent, silver thread coming from the tip of your wand. He gave you an appreciative grin while you glowered at him half-heartedly.

“The next time you pull that sort of stunt ever again, I will NOT help you with your wounds, Sebastian!” you huffed angrily, placing the soiled cloth into a bowl filled with water. You headed towards the bathroom to clean up while Sebastian stared at your retreating figure, a fond smile gracing his lips.

It has always been like this eversince the two of you became friends: kind and gentle (Y/N) always worrying about his wellbeing and being a mother hen whenever he got hurt. You’ve been friends with him and Anne eversince early childhood: the three of you were born in Feldcroft and have been living there for as long as you could remember, while Ominis joined your little group during your first year in Hogwarts. All four of you were sorted into Slytherin and were inseparable as a group. Throughout your years as friends, you were aware of Sebastian's penchant for getting himself into trouble and danger, and with how reckless he gets, you made it one of your many missions to study all sorts of healing spells out of concern for the boy. You always looked out for all of your friends, especially Sebastian. It was an oath you had personally took upon yourself.

However, Sebastian's friendship with you wasn’t always smooth.

The end of 4th year was the start of the worst of his Hogwarts years: with Anne being cursed, Sebastian wasn’t the best person to interact with in general. You tried to help Anne of course, conniving with Sebastian by sneaking into the restricted section together with him and retrieving book after book. You had also asked your mother, who was a healer, to help with Anne's case. Unfortunately, you ended up on the receiving end of Sebastian's misplaced anger when you delivered the grave news he wasn’t ready to hear.

“I'm sorry, Sebastian. My mother tried everything. Anne can't be healed.”

“How could you say that, (Y/N)?! It’s either you’re not trying enough, or you don’t care about Anne enough!”

“That’s not--”

“I'd rather be with someone who’ll be more useful in finding a cure. So, if you’d excuse me, I have a book to read.”

He despised himself for saying such things, but his pride was a difficult pill to swallow. He steered clear from you during 5th year, opting to befriend the new 5th year student instead. It was all for Anne - he thought that the mysterious new student would be the key to finding the cure that Anne needs. At least, that’s what he merely tells himself out of his own miserable denial: during his absence from your life, it was rumored that you had began dating Garreth Weasley, so he decided to date the new student out of spite. It hurt him a lot: seeing you give the same warmth towards Garreth. But of course, being the insufferable prick he was at that time, he’d maintain the façade and pride of being in a relationship with the strongest student in their year.

Then everything just spirals out of control eversince he went into Salazar Slytherin's scriptorium. He had already lost you to someone else, and to further add fuel to the fire, he lost himself to his own madness, ended up murdering his uncle in the heat of the moment, his twin sister refuses to talk to him, his brother-like friendship with Ominis became strained, and his “significant other” breaks up with him after the school year when they no longer needed him.

He deserved it all - he was stubborn, manipulative, and cruel. He couldn’t argue with that fact, yet you still took him in without any hesitation despite everything he had done.

It was during the first summer that he didn’t have Anne nor his uncle around - the time when he was graced with a slight glimmer of hope in making things right. Ominis was with him in their cottage in Feldcroft as usual, casually reading a book with his wand while lounging on one of the vacant beds. Sebastian was about to prepare their dinner when someone knocked on the door. Upon opening it, Sebastian was shocked to see you standing before him, holding a small pot of warm food.

“... Thought the two of you might be hungry, so I made extra.”

Sebastian teared up.

“(Y/N), I-”

You merely shook your head.

“Eat. We can talk all about it tomorrow,” you said, handing over the pot to Sebastian. “Also, I’m sorry about what happened.”

Sebastian watched you as you headed back to your home. He glanced at the pot he was holding, his heart twisting with both guilt and a slight relief. You had extended an olive branch towards him even if he was supposed to be the one who had to do it, and he felt ashamed yet thankful at the same time. Needless to say, Ominis was rather confused with Sebastian’s behavior, who was sniffling while eating their dinner that evening.

The brunette male chuckled to himself at the fond memory, but was soon snapped out of his reverie when he heard footsteps towards him. You grabbed a blanket and one of the pillows, heading over to the furniture-less spot in the room.

“You’re sleeping on the floor?” Sebastian bemusedly asked.

“Why yes, I am. You need the bed more than I do. You’re hurt.”

“I was hurt, (Y/N), but I’m fine now thanks to you. We’ve always shared beds when we had sleepovers, so what’s the fuss now?”

“We were children back then, Sebastian. I'm actually a grown woman now, in case you haven’t noticed?”

“Well then, I'll sleep on the floor instead. Can’t have a grown woman sleeping on the floor now, can I?”

You sighed in exasperation, slightly throwing your hands up in disbelief as Sebastian stood up, striding towards you.

“It’s either I sleep on the floor, or you sleep on the bed with me,” he interrupted before you could even protest against him. You swore you saw his lip twitch slightly into a teasing smirk, causing you to shoot him an irritated glare.

“OW!”

Sebastian rubbed the spot on his arm you just violently pinched, a grin still gracing his face triumphantly regardless of the pain as you sat on the other side of the bed. You were blushing furiously, grumbling about how stupidly inconvenient it was that the current room they were staying in for the night was the only vacant room left in this inn while Sebastian plopped right onto his side of the king-sized bed.

The night was still young, but the both of you were too exhausted with your recently finished mission of retrieving several smuggled dark artifacts from dark wizards. Sebastian was lying face up, staring at the decrepit ceiling of the room while you were laying on your side with your back facing him, quickly falling into a deep slumber due to fatigue. He turned towards you, staring at your back as his mind wandered back to what had occurred earlier.

You almost got hit by a slicing spell - the spell that Sebastian had voluntarily shielded you from at the very last minute. And there you were, chiding him about almost getting killed for saving you.

Sebastian's fist clenched in silent worry as his eyes remained glued to your sleeping form. The thought of you being fatally injured or worse was undoubtedly his worst fear in this line of work - the both of you being Aurors and as a duo in assigned missions certainly had its perks, but a part of him couldn’t bear to stomach that you, his beloved (Y/N), always had death looming over you. You never were the combative type - you were a healer, not a soldier, yet regardless of that, you’d still accompany him to the ends of the earth to at least make sure he’s alive. It brought a twinge of pain within his chest the more he thought about all that you’ve done, and he hopes that he’d be blessed enough to repay you for your never-ending grace towards him.

Thankfully, your friendship with Sebastian had been mended for the most part these past few years. The bond was fixed somehow, yes - but it was never fully intact. Despite the both of you constantly being in each other’s company because of work, it’s as if you’re always separated from him by some sort of distance he couldn’t quite explain. Even within this small room, Sebastian feels a wash of longing despite you just being an arm’s length away from him. Is it because of the guilt of him pushing you away in the past; the fear of hurting you once again; or the fact that the both of you are always mere inches away from death so there’s no guarantee if one of you would be even alive the next day?

Several soft sniffles could be heard from you as you shifted around, turning to face him.

“(Y/N)...?”

No response. Sebastian scooted slightly closer, finding a glistening wet trail at your nose bridge. Hesitancy took a hold on him - you were crying in your sleep. He hated seeing that more than anything, and that hate was further amplified by the fact that he didn’t know how to even help you with it without transgressing the invisible emotional boundaries between you and him. He placed his hand on your arm, causing you to stir from your slumber, your eyelids fluttering open.

“Seb...?”

His breath hitched at the old childhood nickname: you hadn’t called him that eversince he pushed you away. Gone were his reservations of keeping a respectable emotional distance from you - not when you said his name in such a soft, vulnerable tone after so long. Warmth enveloped you, snapping you out of your sleepiness. Sebastian had wrapped an arm over you, his palm resting at the back of your head as he pushed you closer towards him. You were about to protest against his actions and push him away, until he murmured his long-repressed wishes in a broken, pleading manner.

“Please just- Let’s stay like this. Even for a while. Merlin, I missed you so much, (Y/N). Please...”

You couldn’t say no to that. Hell, you could never say no to him.

You succumb to the comfort and safety given by the man you’ve always loved eversince the both of you were children, reciprocating the hug by wrapping an arm around his waist while burying your face into his chest. You recalled the innocent sleepovers that you, Sebastian, Anne, and Ominis usually had back in the Sallow’s cottage - they were truly gems of memories that you held dear in your heart: the times when your circle was still intact, carefree, and blissful. Sebastian would often hug you like this especially when you had nightmares, and his warmth often lulled you into the best, uninterrupted slumbers. You could’ve cried in relief being in his arms once again, but you decided against it.

He didn’t need any more sources of problems: not when he’s still in a turmoil of guilt, trauma, and the incapability of forgiving himself for what he did as a naïve teenage boy. You would’ve felt horrible if you were to sandwich your pent-up romantic feelings for him into the fray. Sometimes you wished you could rid him from all of this pain deep down, but alas, your healing prowess is only applicable to physical wounds, not mental and emotional ones.

This moment, however, albeit it being a moment of vulnerability with the both of you just lying in each other’s arms, it was truly a test of both of your mental and emotional fortitude. Both of your respective scents engulfed each other’s senses: dizzyingly pleasant, familiar, and comforting, driving you both closer and closer to the edge of self-control. The questions that raced within Sebastian's mind earlier were now getting less and less hazy as he looked at your once tear-stricken face, cupping it while his thumb gave featherlike caresses on your cheek.

Yes, he felt guilty for pushing you away in the past. Yes, he feared breaking your heart once again. Yes, he feared your possible untimely death that could happen anytime. But that’s not the primary source of his painful longing this entire time.

It was because he loves you from the start: heads over heels in love to the point he’d unconsciously steer you away from anything that would be cruel enough to steal the light that gave you so much life. He wanted to protect you from everything that would reduce you into ruins - most especially himself. He loves you to the point where it hurts.

But with you staring at his eyes with the same sense of brokenness and unspoken yearnings, the bubbling desire he had feared and suppressed had finally broken through the walls of his self-control.

He captured your lips with his, inhibitions evidently thrown out of the window as you returned the kiss with equal fervor. Sebastian felt his mind blank out as the kiss became more and more frantic, desperately pulling you in closer to feel you against his body. You gasped for air as the both of you pulled away, gazing at each other’s blown-out eyes. Sebastian trailed his thumb on your lips, admiring your messily breathless and dazed form - even in such an unkempt state, you were still so fucking beautiful.

“This is your last chance to stop me, (Y/N),” Sebastian murmured with a hint of seriousness in his tone. “I don’t think I’d be able to stop myself if we continue.”

You leaned towards him, giving him a peck of reassurance on his red, flushed lips.

“Then don’t,” you breathed out.

Sebastian felt his last remaining trace of self-doubt disintegrate as soon as you whispered those saccharine words with so much pent-up desire. He smiled, gently locking his lips upon yours once more, relishing in your addicting taste. Having you in his arms like this felt so right - you were so utterly pliant, obedient, and needy for him. His hand reached the back of your head, yanking your hair to expose your dainty neck, peppering kisses along your jugular. Your felt yourself shudder, closing your eyes as you indulged in Sebastian's ministrations.

You yelped as Sebastian climbed on top of you, not breaking the onslaught of his desperate, wet, open-mouthed kisses on your poor neck. He wedged his knee in between your legs, prying them apart. A mewl tore out of your mouth as he nipped on your neck, suckling on the spot and leaving a blooming, purplish red mark on your once unblemished skin. Sebastian growled as he began unbuttoning your blouse while you sat up to meet his lips in yet another fiery kiss, ridding him of his top as well with shaky, eager hands.

Sebastian yanked the undone clothing off your frame, baring you topless before his hungry gaze. He attached his mouth on your chest right below your clavicle while you straddled him, his arm wrapping around your waist in response to keep you firmly in place. Voluntarily, you maneuvered your hips in a slow, grinding manner on the painfully obvious tent on his pants, earning a pleasured hiss from the brunette as your lips descended upon his, tongues melding with each other in an open-mouthed kiss.

“F-Fuck (Y/N)...!” he panted in between exchanges of depraved kisses, gripping your waist as you pushed yourself down harder on him, controlling the movement of your hips to a faster pace. You let out a shaky groan, feeling the agonizing texture of your growingly wet undergarments sticking on your sensitive core. The aching between your legs grew hot and unbearable, and this was barely even the start of the sheer debauchery the both of you were going to partake in for the night.

Sebastian left a trail of kisses downwards from your lips all the way to your chest while removing your bra in the process. Your chest heaved in pleasure as he took one of your nipples to his mouth, swirling his tongue on the sensitive nub while his other free hand pinched and twisted the other. A cry of pleasure erupted from your bitten-red lips as he gently gave the nub a gentle bite and soothing the pain off by smoothing his tongue and giving it a teasing suck. Sebastian smirked as you let out another loud moan while he gave your other nipple the similar brutal yet pleasurable treatment. At this point, he felt his pants getting soaked from the outside, causing his still concealed member to twitch in anticipation as he felt beads of precum leaking from his tip. Despite the layers of clothing still separating your core from his member, he still felt how deliciously wet you are for him, and he wondered how soaked you truly are beneath all that remaining clothing left. The thought alone made him salivate.

He liked this. He liked having this particular sort of power over you - you had no choice but to just keep taking all the pleasure he’s inflicting upon your sensitively submissive body. A sense of impatience soon took a hold of him, causing him to throw you on the bed, frantically unbuttoning your pants and pulling the garment off your body harshly. Your face flushed in shame at the sudden exposure, instinctively shutting your legs close. A glint of possessiveness was evident in Sebastian's eyes as he pried your legs apart, staring at your translucent, soaked-through undergarments.

Your heart was thrumming frenziedly in your chest both out of embarrassment and want, covering your poor blushing face as Sebastian peeled the last remaining article of clothing away from your body. He firmly kept your legs apart as he brought his face closer to your wet aching core, watching it clench around nothingness. Sebastian's brain was completely fried, taking in both the heady scent and lewd sight of your most delicate spot.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet.” he rasped, spreading the lips of your pussy before licking a long, wet stripe along your slit. Your back arched, your mouth hanging ajar in a silent moan as heightened pleasures consumed your being for the very first time.

“So fucking sexy.”

Lick.

“So fucking good for me.”

Sebastian kept murmuring praises in between licks, the sinful sounds of slurping, mewls, and groans filling the room as he licked up your honeypot like a starved man. Your legs trembled as he continued his relentless actions, alternating from licking and prodding at your weeping hole using solely his tongue. You felt a single digit rub against your slit, coating itself with your essence before slipping inside your cavern.

However, you let out a hiss of pain, causing Sebastian to abruptly stop.

“Are you alright?” he asked. The question itself made you blush.

“I don’t really know how to say this but...”

“But...?”

“... It’s my first time, so...” you meekly said, avoiding eye contact from the half-naked male in front of you. Sebastian's eyes widened in realization.

Oh. You’re a virgin.

That fact alone caused a switch to flip within the male as his eyes darkened with carnal desire.

Animalistic, feral thoughts consumed Sebastian as he spat on your hole aggressively, the lewd action causing you to whimper in delight. He slowly reinserted his finger inside your tight hole, his hot breath fanning over your clitoris as he partook an experimental lick on the sensitive bud. You writhed instinctively, a pleasantly fiery and toe-curling sensation coursing through your veins as you sobbed in pleasure. The mild pain was slowly subsiding as your body responded to the intensity of his foreplay. You were absolutely dripping, and the sheets you laid on now had a wet patch of your juices. One of your hands attempted to grip Sebastian's hair to pry him off your delicate spots, but he had caught your wrist before you could do so, pinning it down on the bed harshly as he continued the deliciously brutal abuse of your pussy and clitoris using his fingers and tongue. He inserted another finger, groaning at how tight your walls felt around his digits.

Oh, to have his cock inside you - the thought alone made Sebastian rut his hips while he relentlessly flicked his tongue against your sensitive pearl.

Your throat felt dry as you moaned uncontrollably, tears prickling your eyes as your pleasure-driven sobs and cries egged Sebastian to his hasten his pacing, causing your insides to twitch in profane delight. He curled his fingers upwards and suckle on the ball of nerve, occasionally swirling his tongue around it. Your legs began to shudder violently at the frenzy of pleasure coursing through your stimulated body, your toes curling as you cried pathetically, begging Sebastian to slow down his ministrations - a request which fell into deaf ears.

And just like that, you had your very first orgasm.

Tremors coursed throughout your body as you came down from your high as Sebastian slowly retracted his fingers from your pussy, staring into your eyes as he licked the soaked digits - a sight that made your already abused pussy clench wantonly. He got off the bed, his hands reaching for the waistband of his pants as he unbuttoned it, pulling the article of clothing off along with his underwear. Your eyes remained fixed on his as he climbs back on top of you, resting your eagle-spread thighs on his as he prodded the blunt head of his cock on your virgin hole. You gasped at the sensation as he teasingly rubbed the tip along your slit, juices trickling down from your hole. Curiously, you looked down at his appendage with bleary, pleasure-filled eyes.

Oh Merlin. He's fucking girthy.

You swore you almost drooled at the sight despite the worry at the back of your mind if his cock would even fit in your tight virgin hole. Sebastian leaned in for an oddly gentle kiss despite his prior eagerness and vigor. He languidly licks and suckles on your tongue, grinding his cock on your bare pussy as he groped one of your breasts and trailed his other hand on your thigh. You felt so fucking sensitive under him, your body twitching in delight as you received his raw, carnal adoration.

Sebastian, however, was having second thoughts deep down hence the sudden gentleness. He was sure his cock was going to fucking break you with how insanely tight you are, and he didn’t want both of your first times to just be about his own pleasure alone. With how utterly feral he was in the moment, he doesn’t trust himself enough to not go ballistic the moment his cock is completely sheathed within your warmth. Prying his lips away from yours, he nuzzled the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent.

“Get on top of me,” he whispered, giving a brief peck on the damp, sweaty skin of your neck. Sebastian sat beside you, his back leaning against the headboard of the bed, snaking an arm around your waist as you straddled him. The both of you gazed at each other, eyes filled with both lust and love, leaning in for another breathy exchange of kisses.

“I love you, (Y/N). I love you so fucking much.”

Sebastian’s frantic, whispered confession against your lips made your heart soar as you sighed against his plump lips, cupping his cheek as he stared into your (e/c) eyes.

“I love you too, Seb. I’m all yours. Only yours.”

Sebastian hummed in response as he nuzzled your neck. He reached for his thick, leaking appendage as you raised your hips, placing your hands on his broad shoulders to stabilize yourself. He spat on his hand and coated his member with his saliva before rubbing the glistening red tip along your slit to further lubricate it as much as he could. He looked up at you, while you meekly nodded in approval. He positioned the head towards your hole while you lowered yourself slowly, engulfing him within your delicate, wet flower.

You gasped in both pain and pleasure as his cock split you open, burying itself inside your pussy inch by inch while Sebastian’s breath quickened, his hands gripping your hips almost painfully as his self-control threatened to slip away with how heavenly your walls felt. His eyebrows furrowed in both concentration and intense pleasure - it took all of his remaining willpower to not thrust himself up into your warm, inviting hole as he peppered your exposed skin with kisses, mapping his hands across every inch of your exposed skin as he steadied his breathing. You let out a cry of pleasure the moment you buried his cock all the way to the hilt, his smooth tip kissing your cervix.

You gave an experimental roll with your hips, causing a whimper to erupt from your lips while Sebastian’s breath hitched in response, bringing his hands to grip the curves of your ass. He guided your hips in a slow, grinding motion, allowing you to get accustomed to his size. The initial burning sensation of the intrusion was melting away as your body succumbed into the pleasure, your juices flowing from your hole the more stimulation you received. You reached for your clitoris, gently rubbing it as you threw your head back, gasping at the amplified sensations that made your thighs quiver in delight.

Sebastian bit his lip at the sight of you pleasuring yourself while he guided your hips, the shameless image burned in his memory for good. You started bouncing up and down his cock - a telltale sign that the pain had already dissipated as you began to lose yourself into lustful desire. Instinctively, he bucked his hips up, earning an eager whine followed by a string of pleasure-drunk babbles from your lips as you rubbed your clit harder.

“Oh f-fuck! You feel so good. Please, please- Just like that...!”

Despite your wanton pleas, Sebastian lifted you off his lap, causing you to whine at the absence of his cock inside you. You were suddenly pushed down the mattress rather harshly, a gasp escaping from your lips as Sebastian grabbed one of your ankles, throwing your leg above his shoulder while his other hand had two of your wrists pinned right above your head. He slammed his cock back inside your pussy, the both of you groaning in unison at the delicious friction.

Passionate moans spilled from your lips as Sebastian rammed his hips against yours, setting a viciously mind-melting pace. The squelching sounds of your bodily fluids alongside the repetitive slapping of wet skin caused your head to spin in delight, your mind in a mania of sinful indulgence. You were utterly helpless and at his mercy, and you fucking loved it. Sebastian's eyes drank the sight before him: your naked body covered with a sheen of sweat, skin littered with multiple hickeys, bitten-red lips, a fucked-out expression, and your legs spread out nice and wide just for him. Only him.

Sebastian freed your wrists, leaning back as his fingers grazed against your swollen-red pearl, rubbing it in circles. A high-pitched whine bubbled from your lips as your hands gripped the sheets, your knuckles turning white. As soon as he started the onslaught of his rough thrusts once again, your mind blanked out as his cock head brushed against a certain, spongy spot within your pussy.

“Fuck! R-right there!” you cried out, your chest heaving in desperation as you clawed at his arm. Your thighs began to quiver once again, causing Sebastian to smirk knowingly as your eyes rolled back in sheer unadulterated bliss.

“Please, please- oh fuck, Sebastian!” you babbled, drool trickling down your chin mindlessly as your remaining bits of sanity began to slip away. Sebastian chuckled darkly at your depravity, leaning forward to brutally assault your poor neck with marks once again.

“Go on, pretty girl. Cum for me,” he groaned against your ear, causing a high-pitched moan to suddenly erupt from your throat. Your walls tightened around his member as he growled, rubbing your clit as you rode your high. Globs of your essence spilled from your hole, coating Sebastian’s cock with a translucent, milky substance.

Despite just having your release, Sebastian was still slamming his cock in and out of your hole, chasing his high while continuing with the abuse of your sensitive spots. Your eyes rolled back as one of his hands wrapped around your neck in a gentle grip, broken whimpers escaping your lips. Sebastian groaned as you gasped for air while tears of pleasure ran down your flushed cheeks - the debauched image of you so utterly broken and cock-drunk solely for him caused his member to twitch inside you as he quickened his pace, tipping him closer and closer to the edge.

“F-fuck, I’m close! Where do you want it?” he hissed through gritted teeth. You pulled him closer, resting your forehead against his as you locked your legs around his waist. He groaned, gazing straight into your eyes as he approached his climax, burying his cock all the way inside your pussy.

Sebastian let out a long, guttural moan, his eyes never leaving yours as his shaft spurted his seed deep inside you. Your walls clenched and twitched as Sebastian slowed his pace, milking any remaining globs of his cum from his cock. The both of you were panting, foreheads pressed together and staring each other with fucked-out yet loving expressions.

Sebastian reluctantly pulled his now softening member out of your hole, causing you to mewl in response. He laid down beside you, the both of you staring at the ceiling, panting in exhaustion. You felt his hot cum trickle down from your wrecked hole, causing you to blush in realization at what had transpired between you both.

Shyly, you glanced at Sebastian, who was still panting slightly, a satisfied grin plastered on his face. He got up, giving you a peck on the forehead, before heading towards the bathroom while you remain in your spot. Sebastian returned from the bathroom with a wet towel at hand, voluntarily wiping any filth away from your prior activities with him while looking at each other with adoration. You intended to at least fix the sheets for the both of you. However, a painful sensation coursed through your inner thighs as you tried to move.

“...Uh, Seb? Could you please pass me my wand?” you asked, feeling guilty that you couldn’t be much of service to him in this little aftercare session. Sebastian quirked an eyebrow - your wand was right at the bedside table not far from you. You felt your face burn as he gives you a questioning look, silently demanding for an explanation for your peculiar request.

“... I can’t feel my legs.”

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow smut #sebastian sallow x reader smut #sebastian sallow oneshot #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x f!reader #hogwarts legacy one shot #hogwarts legacy sebastian #hogwarts legacy

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ezri261 · 2 years

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Personal Assistant...

Yandere Fatui Harbingers x Dom Male Reader part 4

Part 3

Warnings: Degradation, cursing, an organ getting cut off

"What do you mean gone?! You better be pulling my leg here, Tartaglia!"

Dottore shouted at the ginger, not believing that his loyal assistant is gone from his room, surely the ginger was just bluffing to get a reaction out of him, right?!

The masked man was overthinking to the point that he was already marching over to (M/N)'s headquarters, along with the rest of the harbingers and the [alive] assistants. [yk, bc op died lmao, rip bozo]

The said male threw the door open, making a shelf full of plants fall down to the floor, dirtying it.

"Ah... Milords and miladies, what brings you here?"

(M/N) was quite startled that every harbinger was there- They even destroyed his plants! He was furious but nevertheless, he couldn't snap at them as he didn't want to die yet.

"My apologies, (M/N), Tartaglia informed us that you weren't in your room."

"Lord Pierro, Lord Tartaglia, I'm sorry for the inconvenience. I just took a shower. Sorry for the trouble."

"No worries, (M/N). It seems as though Tartaglia wasn't looking hard enough for you, how lazy."

Sandrone replied, eyeing Tartaglia up and down, she was mad at him for ruining her beauty sleep. As while Arlecchino sighed and shooed the others away, wanting some rest herself.

"Get some rest (M/N), apologies for barging in."

"It's no problem, Lord Capitano."

The harbinger nodded and went out of the room with the rest of them. It was quite weird that all of them went to (M/N)'s room altogether though.

Two days has passed and (M/N) was back to working with Dottore, nothing seemed too much out of the ordinary, just the usual when working with him; Experiments, delusion making, drugs, potions, visions(?), pills that make you tell the truth- Wait-

"Now tell me (M/N), where were you last night? Because I, for one, know that, that ginger wouldn't wake us all up just for a misunderstanding."

Dottore was standing in front of (M/N), while the male was sitting down at a chair, tied to a rope to prevent him from escaping.

"Lord Dottore, I was at my room, showering. Lord Tartaglia must've not seen me."

"Tell me the truth or I'll force it out of you."

He was slowly losing his patience, it would be a shame to kill a person who helps him with his experiments, he'll probably just leave him with... Permanent blindness in his right eye.

"My Lord, if I may be bold, I am telling the truth- AH-"

Dottore forcefully grabbed his chin and forced his mouth wide open to swallow the pill. It didn't take long for (M/N) to swallow the pill and cough harshly due to not having anything to push the pill down easily.

"Now tell me, for the love of Tsaritsa- Where have you been?"

"I was at- I was at Lord Scaramouche's hiding place-!"

It was quiet for a moment until Dottore grabbed (M/N)'s shirt and pulled him towards himself, he was seething in anger and if anyone were to enter the room right at this moment, they would be dead before they could even step another second.

"WHERE IS THE BALLADEER AT?! TELL ME YOU, STUPID PEASANT!"

"I don't- I don't know!"

Now (M/N) was trembling in fear, quite scared for his life as the masked man thrashed the lab, his creations being broken left and right. Everybody knew of Dottore's outbursts and it wasn't nearly as bad as this one, in fact, you could even say that this one was the worse out of all of them.

"WHERE IS HE?!"

"Sir- I told you, I do not know, he's always on the run!"

"YOU USELESS FUCK!"

He grabbed a- A FUCKING MACHETE?!!? jk

He grabbed a pocket knife and lodged it into (M/N)'s right eye and the tied-up male couldn't do anything but grunt out in extreme pain while trying to catch his breath and try his best to stay awake.

"You'll be cleaning up this mess once you wake up tomorrow morning. And you will be testing out this potion I made. Am I understood?"

(M/N) was confused but nonetheless, nodded and finally passed out due to lack of blood and exhaustion. . . . . . . . . . . . . . You didn't think that this was the end, did you?

Dottore picked up the passed-out male and took care of him swiftly before carrying him back to his room, putting him on the bed so he could recover comfortably.

He leaned in and whispered to his ear; "Just so you know, this experiment of mine will determine whether you'll die or not."

With that, he left the room with the injured male sleeping soundly.

A/N: I'M SO SORRY FOR NOT POSTING PART 4 AND I'M SORRY FOR THE SHORT CHAPTER 😭🙏 I WAS SUPPOSED TO WORK ON IT YESTERDAY BUT I HAD TO GO TO THE DOCTOR CAUSE I COULDN'T HEAR ANYTHING IN MY LEFT EAR, BUT I GOT IT FIXED, DW!! I'LL TRY TO POST PART 5 AS SOON AS POSSIBLE, AND YES, IT'S SMUT. taglist:

@kyaaii @sarahyumiko2 @yunadxd @yourdadisabitchboy @justakiro @leafinapuddle @auticorrett @justakiro @illytian @yukinarengoku @annoying-and-upset @amimo3 @dontjudgeabookbythecover @n310el @instantitsu @mitsukashi @leavemealing @rul-of-demise @gallantys @leafanonsforest @eliciana @felix088 @harlanfalcon @traumamakesmefunnier @qluvrv @ninexero

#fatui x reader #dom reader #sub yandere #genshin impact #yandere genshin #yandere #capitano #columbina #dom male reader #fatui #sub fatui harbingers #sub fatui

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descendantofthesparrow · 2 years

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Cant stop this feeling - Harry Hook x reader- SMUT FIC- p2

SMUT FIC-MINORS DNI- All ‘important’ characters are 18+!

warning; slightly dubcon due to drugged sex, only Harry is drugged (he fully aware about what's going on and is consensual (both parties are), but its still drugged sex) basically sex pollen smut but its sex potion, SMUT, unprotected sex (don worry (y/n) is on birth control), rough sex, hella swearing and dirty talk. breeding kink

i still think this is the best thing ive ever written (smut wise)

Chubby!reader-no fem pronouns used but using female anatomy cuz this is fully self-indulgent, im still very much getting used to writing smut so i’ll be sticking with fem biology for a bit longer until i’m fully comfortable writing that, then I’ll start experimenting.

God dammit again?!

Only a few hours after dinner, pretty much-an hour- before he had knocked on your door the night before, Harry was in front of you once again, cheeks flushed, panting, and eyes dilated with lust. “Again?” you whispered, reaching out and cupping his overheated cheek and Harry melted into you, your simple touch providing intense relief.

“Aye, started a few minutes ago,” Harry grunted as a cramp washed through his body, thankfully not as painful as they were yesterday. “Didn’t want ta wait n end up like last night; smelled ye’ again too.” you stared up at Harry, sighing as you realized you were going to have to help him again. Not that you minded but, something was clearly very wrong if this was happening two nights in a row, and seemingly at the same time both nights.

You pulled Harry into your cabin, locking the door behind him. You turned, your nose almost meeting Harry’s face, he was so close to you; his hands twitching with the urge to touch you. “Darlin’” Harry rasped, drool already accumulating in his mouth. You gave him a comforting smile, leaning up and kissing him softly, humming against his lips as he whimpered, his nimble hands clutching to your plush waist.

“I dunno if I’ll be able to control myself, m’ sorry if I hurt yeh” Harry whispered into your mouth, already backing you up to press you to the wall next to the door, his hands drawing down to your sleep shorts and slipping inside, pushing his fingers into your heated skin. You just smiled against his lips, winking at him; chuckling as his cheeks got even darker “I told you; I like it like that” you muttered, your breath stolen from you as Harry fully pressed against you, his fully hardened cock pressed against your already aching core; his lips on yours in a searing kiss.

His hips rut into yours, sending shivers up your spine as his cock rubbed against your ever-sensitive clit. Thank god you didn’t give those magic pills back to Uma yet, you were going to need them in the morning. Harry moaned into your mouth and suddenly you were all too aware of where he had you pressed up. You pushed at his chest, his hands withdrawing from your shorts, his eyes glassy and confused “too close to the door” was all you said before you were picked up and moved to the other side of the room, now being pressed against the wall next to your bathroom. “better” you muttered before being kissed again, your shorts being pushed down in a feverish motion, your underwear going with them as Harry started to get onto his knees, kissing your exposed skin as he did.

You gasped as Harry’s tongue met your clit, his wonderfully long and thin fingers trailing the lips of your cunt, soaking up all the wetness that had already accumulated there and inserting a finger into you. You grabbed his hair, curling your fingers into the soft curly locks, moaning and rutting against his mouth and fingers as he dutifully prepared you for his cock.

Even under some sort of-lust spell or whatever it was-he was ever the gentleman. Soon a 2nd finger joined the first, loosening you up in careful thrusting motions that he meshed with spreading his fingers to stretch you out. “mmmf” you huffed, out, your head hitting the wall as a third finger slid into you, his mouth still licking and socking at your clit, sometimes his teeth would gently slide over the sensitive bud and it made your knees buckle every time, his free hand keeping you upright.

You looked down, surprised to see Harry staring right back at you, his eyes not as dark as the night before. You swallowed harshly, realizing this was more ‘him’ than you thought “Didn’t you say you had no experience prior to all this?” you panted, eyes rolling back as Harry’s fingers pressed against your g-spot and he fluttered his tongue against your clit. He chuckled against you, pulling back for only a moment, his lips and chin covered in you. “goin’ on instincts…and whatever” he nodded down at himself, a cheeky grin on his lips “this is” at that, he latched onto you again, trying to get you to your peak and make sure you were ready for him.

You twitched and whined as you felt that coil in your gut begin to tighten, chest rising with each pant that escaped your lips. “H-Harry~” you breathed out, tugging at his hair as he brought you to the edge “Aah~” he pulled out and off, licking his lips as you kicked his thigh “h-hey! Not nice!” Harry just chuckled darkly, his eyes once again that dark stormy blue. He stood, taking off his shirt and pants, pulling his underwear down just enough to free himself, and unlike last night, the tip of his cock was a dripping peach red, ready to go.

“One word and I’ll leave” Harry rasped into your ear, his arms on either side of you, his right arm drawing down to grab the inside of your leg. You leaned into him and licked his jaw, gasping as his wonderfully thick cock pushed into you a moment later. Like the night before, he started at an even pace, just letting you get used to him before he was fucking you like you were nothing but a lifeless toy against the wall. Your butt hit the wall with each thrust, one leg pinned to the wall with his hand keeping it elevated. His other hand was on your waist, gripping you so tightly you were sure you were going to bruise.

You and Harry were practically molded together, his chest pressed against yours and he chuckled at the feeling of your breasts bouncing against him. He pulled away just slightly, using his left hand to pull your shirt off, leaning down and devouring your skin, putting himself in an awkward position to lick at your breasts. He growled against your skin as his neck started to hurt, and he grabbed your other leg “jump” he muttered as he stood up, kissing you as you did as told and wrapped your legs around his hips, your head hitting the wall as the slightly new position helped Harry go even deeper.

“ah-ahhh~” you could feel your drool leak down the side of your chin, your body bouncing with each hard thrust into your cunt. You could feel his drool as well, dripping from his mouth where it was buried in your shoulder, leaking down your collar bone and going in between your breasts. You almost squeaked as he pulled away, licking up his spit from between your breasts and back up to your shoulder, licking and biting your neck when he reached his target. He sucked hard at the crook of your neck and you rocked against him, humming as he shuddered, stopping his rough thrusts for a moment to grind into you, rolling his hips just right to send lightning up your spine. “ho-shit” you gasped, tossing your arms around his neck and pulling him even closer, lips at his ear. “Don-don’t stoooop mmmmf Harry~”

He kissed you, hard, and you could feel the blood rush to your lips as he bruised them. He continued to rock into you, throwing a few shallow thrusts in as well before pounding into you once more; every five thrusts he would grind again, a few shallow thrusts, and then back to the hard rhythm

It was fucking wonderful, the coil in your gut only getting tighter with how he took care of you, even when controlled by something else. His hand pulled away from your hip, nimble fingers rubbing at your swollen clit until your orgasm hit you hard, your toes curled and your vision went white, gasping as your hearing went out as well, a harsh ringing overpowering everything else; including the sound of Harry fucking your wet cunt.

He fucked you through your high until you were back on earth, panting heavily as you already felt another one building up, you writhed under his grip, holding him close as you clenched around him, trying to get him to come so he could get whatever the fuck it was out of his system. “c’mon Harry, fuck me, fill me, come inside me” you purred into his ear, your voice silenced as he kissed you again, biting your lip hard as his hips stuttered to a stop; and once again, an anatomically impossible amount of cum flooded your cunt, so much you could almost feel it. Harry’s hand landed on your belly, his thumb rubbing the space where your womb was.

“fuck” he whispered, opening his eyes slightly, the darkness clouding them went away just slightly. He had the right idea to come to you right away instead of waiting and trying to rub it out. Last time he couldn’t even speak until he came a 2nd time. “better?” you whispered, and Harry looked at you, his brows furrowed at your swollen lips and bruising neck.

He nodded, cracking his neck as another wave of heat washed over him “yeah-but” he groaned slightly, feeling you clench around him “still not done” he muttered, pulling you close and lifting you off the wall, turning to toss you on the bed, positioning you to lay sideways, your left leg now resting on his shoulder and the other curling around his left thigh. You moaned softly as his still hard cock throbbed from within you, some of his cum leaking out as he started off slow again, spilling down your thigh and once again pooling on the sheets. “fuck” Harry grumbled, glaring down at the offending substance.

Harry angled himself a bit better and fucked you into the mattress, your hips and thigh pinned as he used you. You couldn’t breathe, the air knocked out of your lungs with each hard thrust. “fu-aahk~” you moaned out, shuddering as Harry darkly chuckled from above you “you fucking like tha’? ye fucking slut, so fucking greedy fer me cock, jus’ like last night. Fuck fuck fuck” Harry panted out, his eyes somehow darker than the night before as he slammed into you, somehow harder than the previous time only a minute before “gonna fucking fill ye till ye fuckin’ pop, get yeh all full of me cum, fuuukin” Harry’s hips stuttered as his 2nd orgasm quickly approached, along with yours “get yeh pregnant, look all fuckin’ cute with a big belly” you felt yourself flush at his words, damn did he have a breeding kink or something? Because holy fuck he was getting off on the idea of getting you pregnant, clearly.

Harry came to a near stop, rutting and grinding up into you as he came inside once more. You moaned softly at the feeling, the overflow squirting out and onto the bed, soaking your inner thighs and Harry's pelvis. “shit-“ Harry cursed, and you noticed as he sat up, his eyes were brighter, maybe this time you wouldn’t go for five fucking rounds like last night.

But you would tell he wasn’t done yet; his cock still rock hard and twitching inside you. As Harry pulled out, you could feel his cum follow, pouring out of your cunt and pooling on the sheets till they dripped off the side. “How in the fuck am I doin’ tha?” Harry asked himself, one hand on your knee as he admired your leaking cunt. You chuckled weakly from under his body, lifting your leg to take it off his shoulder and rest it on your other leg, giving your hips a break “I think we should ask whatever is in your body?” you rasped out, voice almost gone from how it was being used.

Harry chuckled, licking his lips as he stared down at you, god you were so fucking cute, well fucked sparkling (e/c) eyes staring back up at him, swollen lips smirking at your stupid joke, your skin glistening with sweat and cum covering your inner thighs. How had he never noticed you before? How had he simply walked past you for the last two years?

He leaned down, catching your lips in a gentle kiss, his hands trailing up your sides to cup your face, chuckling as you made a confused noise at the gentleness of it all. He pulled away, smiling as you stared up at him. you moaned softly as he pushed back inside you, gently rocking into you, almost covering you with his body as he fucked you gently. He mentally patted himself on the back for getting to you sooner than later, it would definitely take less time to purge whatever it was from his system, last time he wasn't even in control until after his 3rd orgasm.

He slid his hand between your legs, playing with your swollen clit until you came, squeezing him tightly as you shuddered, cheeks flushed and chest rising with heavy pants. You came to a slow-burning but just as intense orgasm, clenching around Harry as you came on his cock. He groaned quietly, lips grazing your collarbone as he fucked you through it, his fingers never leaving your clit. A few moments later he came again, filling you up even more until there was no room, spilling out between the crevices between Harry’s cock and your cunt.

“Dammit” Harry huffed, he was still hard, and he could still feel that hazy cloud of arousal in his head, his body thrumming with lust. He looked up, seeing you looking back at him, frowning slightly “still there?” you asked quietly and Harry nodded, sighing slightly; pausing as you lifted your shaky legs and rested them next to his head, your thick thighs set right in front of his dick “use my thighs” you muttered, head falling back as Harry kissed your calves and did as told, sliding his cock in between your thighs, fucking them hard and slow.

You squeezed your thighs together with your remaining strength, letting yourself moan and pant as he groaned loudly, clutching onto your legs as If they were the answer to his life’s problems. You could feel the head of his cock rub against your clit with each thrust, and you looked down to see the leaking tip push through your thighs.

You giggled a bit, biting your lip and letting yourself enjoy the moment and the slow feeling of your 3rd orgasm building up with each pass on your clit. You hummed as Harry’s fingers found your clit again, rubbing it when his cock didn’t, you both came at the same time, thin ropes of cum decorating your belly. You could feel Harry go soft between your thighs, but he didn’t move, just breathing heavily as he felt himself finally tire out.

“oh thank the gods” Harry muttered, pulling out of your thighs and setting your legs down gently “I don’t think I could’ve gone fer five rounds even if I was amped up like last night” you hummed, thinking the same thing, and it seems your theory was right, Harry coming to you right away instead of trying to rub it out led to him purging whatever it was in his body quickly.

Harry’s warm hands rubbed your body, leaning over you carefully “Are ye okay?” Harry asked quietly, smiling at you softly as you peered up at him. you hummed again, shrugging “I’ll definitely feel it in the morning” you joked, giggling as Harry rolled his eyes, standing up and getting a new set of soft towels to clean you up with.

He walked back over to you with several warm damp towels, about to sit you up when he thought better of it, and grabbed one big towel to set below your hips, looking down at the pool of cum that continued to drip onto the floor “that’s gonna be fun to clean” he grumbled, sitting you up on the towel after making you wrap your arms around him, eyes going wide as most of his cum that was still inside you flooded out, and thank god he got a towel because wow there was a lot “what the fuck is going on? I should not be able to…have that much?!” Harry said in a nearly panicked tone, something was definitely up, he had to ask Uma about this no matter how embarrassing it was going to be to explain.

You giggled at the absurdity of it all, leaning back to grin at Harry who stared wide-eyed at you “imagine feeling that inside you, and only getting more of it every time the other one comes” you teased, giggling as Harry looked very apologetic, bumping his head into yours “m’sorry” he grumbled, taking a damp towel and running it over your body, lifting your hips to clean your abused cunt. Harry then laid you back out on the bed, pulling up his underwear over his finally soft dick and getting to work on cleaning his mess on the sheets and floor. Luckily only the cover was ruined so he simply replaced that, doing his best to clean off the rest so-once again- the cleaning crew wasn’t traumatized.

“We do need to find out what's going on” you muttered sleepily from your spot on the bed, hands curled under your pillow as Harry collected your discarded clothes “really-it’s almost as if you got spelled or…I dunno’ drugged with somethin’” Harry popped up at that, looking at you as if you had just told him the meaning of the universe “what?” you asked quietly, already falling asleep. he shook his head, smiling softly.

“nothin’ just-that might be what’s goin’ on…some isle kids ain’t above doing something like tha’” Harry muttered, brows furrowing as if he ate something sour. You hummed, eyes fluttering closed as you fought off sleep. Harry pulled his pants and shirt on, biting his lip as he glanced between you and the door. He decided to once again not leave you alone after fucking you four times, it just felt rude if he did. He went to pull out the couch bed but was interrupted by you patting the space next to you, looking back at him all sleepy.

“tis more comfy” you muttered, smiling as Harry walked over to you, pausing to grab your clothes from the edge of the bed where he left them and helping you get dressed so you weren’t in the nude for the rest of the night. “yer takin’ one of those pills as soon as ye wake up, got it?” Harry muttered, sliding his arm under your head as you cuddled into him. you nodded, just happy to have a cuddle buddy. You sat up, realizing you had to go to the bathroom, and wiggled out of bed, yelping as your legs gave out as soon as you stood. Harry caught you with impeccable speed, sighing in relief when you didn’t hit the floor. “c’mon” Harry grumbled, suddenly feeling very tired as he lifted you into his arms and carried you into the bathroom, stepping out to let you go in privacy.

Soon you were back in bed with the handsome pirate, falling asleep in his arms as he got comfortable with you next to him. he once again thought; why did it take me so long to see you? He kissed your forehead, falling asleep with ease.

Hopefully, this wouldn’t happen the next night.

-the next night, in Harry’s room-

Harry stared up at the ceiling, glaring at nothing as that now unmistakable heat rose in his body, his dick getting harder by the moment.

Oh god dammit, again?!

-end of part 2-

hehehehehe, Tommy/Harry tiddies

@sephiralorange

#harry hook x reader #Harry Hook smut #smut fic #kinda hardcore stuff #not tagging main fandom since its smut #rough smut #hard smut #MINORS DNI

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