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animasola86 · 7 months

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Kinktober: A scholar and a pervert

Notes: @kinktober2023 is doing things with my mind! I will never be able to write innocent fluff ever again I fear! >_> But it's still fun to get it all out for once, all those dirty thoughts, holy moly, I should be ashamed but I am so not, absolutely not.

Here, have another piece full of various kinks that I threw together for my (and your) reading pleasure! (I was also heavily inspired by my own (NSFW) headcanons!)

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: NSFW! MDNI! Overstimulation, (magical) sex toys, fingering/fisting, breathplay, praising and bondage if you squint. Oh and I might or might not have slipped in (pun intended) a little dp in one hole at the end, whoopsie. (It really is a wild bingo of kinks at this point.)

Word count: 10.3k

Synopsis: Bookworm!Sebastian strikes again and wants to do some experiments on you. Of course you're up for it, even though you have no idea what he has planned.

Last warning: The kinks are strong in this one. Read at your own risk!

-- can be read on AO3 too --

A scholar and a pervert

You're a mess. A whimpering, sweating, shuddering, crying mess. Your hair sticks to your forehead, your lips are swollen and parted, trembling badly, tears wet your flushed cheeks and your eyelids are heavy as you watch the boy kneeling between your spread legs.

He has tied your wrists and ankles to the posts of his bed and all you can do is thrash your head around and buck your hips against the things he is doing to you. Your limbs are twitching uncontrollably, your skin covered in sweat and saliva and so many bruises and bite marks you've long forgotten to count them.

“Sebastian, please...” you whimper, your voice strained and hoarse, your throat hurting from his previous experiments.

He looks up then, his eyes dark, his face a mask of concentration. You shiver deeply when your gazes meet and bite your raw lips once more. “Please what?” he asks gravelly, his low voice almost having the same effect on you as the toy currently lodged between your quivering folds.

As if on cue he grabs it tightly and pushes it deeper. You moan and squirm against your confines, you don't even know what he has shoved into you now. There's been so many different things and most of them you can't even describe.

And it had started so innocently. With his big brown eyes he had asked you if you were up for some experiments. He'd read something and wanted to try it out. Obviously you couldn't say no to him, you never can, not when he's looking at you with those puppy-dog eyes and asks you with that soft, deep voice.

You agreed and now you are tied to his bed, covered in his love bites and driven to orgasm after orgasm as he keeps testing out more and more things on you.

He had started with the usual, the familiar affections, kissing you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth, then your cheek and jaw and neck, where he began to leave mark after mark, sucking and biting and licking your skin until it was raw and throbbing.

With a wave of his wand your clothes were gone and amidst your surprise, you found yourself on your back, pushed into the mattress, naked and exposed, your arms sprawled and your legs splayed widely – and the moment you wondered what he was doing, he had cast another spell and thick ropes had wound themselves around your wrists and ankles, holding you in place.

Your struggles were quickly silenced by his mouth and for a moment you forgot about the vulnerability of the situation. But then he settled between your legs.

He'd pleasured you so many times before, mostly with his mouth and fingers, that you had grown quite accustomed to his routine – not much he could change up there, now could he? It would still drive you mad with pleasure every time, but it had become a little redundant, at least that must have been his thought process – you would have been fine with just having him suck on your clit and fingering you rapidly until you came so hard he had to wipe your release off of his face.

But he wanted more. Always more. And even though this was about your pleasure, you knew this was mostly for him. He loved seeing you come undone under his touches, he loved turning you into a whimpering, brainless thing that would melt whenever his fingers would so much as graze your skin.

So when he got out this box of toys, you were a little startled. You were used to feeling him inside you, be it his fingers, his tongue or his cock, but seeing those objects he pulled out one after the other caused you to frown deeply. He noticed your doubts, quickly grabbed a long, skinny thing and moved up to lay down beside you, his warm eyes on you.

“Open wide for me,” he said quietly and proceeded to push his finger against your lips. Swallowing hard, you complied and parted your lips. He didn't wait for you to fully open, he already pushed his finger into your mouth and onto your tongue and deeper inside until you felt his fingertip brushing against the back of your throat.

You gagged immediately and he pulled out again, watching you with a curious expression on his freckled face as you struggled through a little cough fit. His hand moved to your throat and caressed it gently until he squeezed it lightly between his thumb and index finger, massaging it with a grip that got firmer with every passing heartbeat.

He stopped when you swallowed against his hand. Tilting his head, he leaned over you, his lips brushing against yours as his eyes fixated yours. “Do you trust me?” he asked, his voice low and vibrating through your very core.

Despite the position you found yourself in, you didn't need long to give him his answer. “Yes,” you whispered, knowing that deep down you would allow him to do anything to you. “I trust you,” you said firmly, definitely not anticipating the things he had in mind for you.

He gave you a smile that immediately erased any doubt that tried to poke through the fog inside your head and a kiss that left you breathless and certainly wanting more.

Once he leaned back, still watching you with warm affection that instantly started the waterworks between your splayed legs, he put his hand on your cheek and caressed it, before slipping his finger back between your lips. Fingers, to be exact, two this time, and they went slowly deeper, pushing and prodding at the back of your throat.

You did your best not to gag again, forcing yourself to focus on his eyes rather than the strange sensation. You couldn't, however, stop the tears from forming inside the corners of your eyes as he tilted your chin up and moved his fingers deeper. Breaking eye contact by squeezing your eyes shut, you whimpered quietly, squirming in your restraints, the ropes cutting into your skin as you did so.

“Shh,” he made, not thinking about removing his fingers. You felt saliva pooling around them, mixing with the tears streaming down your cheeks as it spilled past your quivering lips.

“Mhmpf!” you mumbled against him, trying to kick your legs as you felt your head spinning from lack of oxygen. Finally he released you and you took deep, desperate breaths as you tried to relax, staring up at him almost accusingly. He just watched you, bringing his wet fingers to his lips and letting the tip of his tongue trail along them.

You blushed deeply at the sight and immediately halted your struggles, gulping down the excess saliva. His smirk caused you to shiver. Bringing his fingers back to your face, he caressed your jaw before he leaned down and kissed you softly. You kissed him back hungrily and when he moved away again, you strained your neck to stay close to him, but he denied your feeble request to taste more of him. With a sigh you sank back into the cushions.

“I love how eager you are,” he whispered and watched you closely. “Can you open your pretty mouth once more, love?” he asked and this time, you hesitated, inhaling sharply as you noticed the object in his hand. It had a phallic size and form, smaller and thinner than the only original cock you'd ever seen, but it was still a little intimidating when he pressed its tip against your lips.

It felt firm but had a soft texture, like leather or rubber, and when he pushed it past your lips it tasted a little earthy. You swallowed in anticipation, and opened your mouth wider, your eyes on his concentrated face as he inserted the object deeper and deeper. “Suck on it,” he instructed quietly and you hollowed your cheeks and closed your lips tightly around it, doing what he told you, while he grabbed your chin and tilted it up again, gently pushing it further in.

You felt it hitting the back of your throat and you had to close your eyes, tears falling from your lashes as you fought against your gag reflex. With his hand holding your face, you couldn't really move away, so whenever it got too much, you'd hit your knuckles against the bed post (about the only movement you could make) and he would stop and pull it back out. He kept watching you with interest and kept repeating the same motion for what felt like a long time until you felt you got more and more comfortable with that thing in your mouth.

He started moving it faster and harder against you, the wet noises mixing with your soft whimpers, before he pulled it out completely and let it fall beside your head as he grabbed your face with both hands and pushed his mouth onto yours, not letting you breathe but rewarding you for your efforts with a deep, hungry kiss that made your legs twitch.

“I can't wait to put my cock down your throat,” he whispered gravelly into your mouth, his words and the idea of it making you shiver. “But that's for another time...”

When he leaned back with a smirk, he left you breathless and dishevelled, your lips swollen and trembling, saliva and tears dripping from your chin. He moved his hand over your skin and wiped at it gently, before his hand travelled down your throat and lower, his fingers trailing between your breasts. His dark eyes were on you as he lowered his head and pressed his lips to your chest. You felt your heart beating faster, right against his mouth, the bruises on your neck throbbing in anticipation.

You inhaled deeply, breathing against his touches, as he started leaving a trail of wet kisses on your skin, occasionally sucking and licking, leaving visible marks on you, other times grazing you with his teeth, scraping and nibbling and downright biting you – and you would wince every time, low whimpers falling from your lips.

Then he moved to your breasts. Leaning back to look at you, he grabbed them with firm hands, enveloping them completely in his big palms, squeezing and kneading them until he coaxed a moan out of you. You watched him, almost not daring to breathe as he fondled your chest vigorously. His eyes were always on you, as if he was studying every single twitch you made, not the tiniest reaction went past his attentive stare.

You blushed deeply underneath it, the intensity in his dark eyes was enough to not only make you whimper louder but squirm against him, your unattended centre throbbing in growing need. But he took his time. He usually did, but this time felt particularly slow, almost excruciatingly slow. He was either teasing you or just really wanted to see how far he could push you before you succumbed to your urges and begged him to do more.

While he kept groping your left breast, he moved his mouth to your right and without hesitation started sucking on your nipple. It was already hard from all the things he'd done before, so feeling his tongue poke and circle it, only caused more moans to fall from your sore throat. You thrashed your head back into the pillow and closed your eyes when he teased it with his teeth, a sharp pain jolting through you at the sensation.

When he switched and assaulted your other breast with his mouth, you whined and squirmed beneath him, the tension inside your stomach building and building. Yet he kept his routine, groping and kneading, rolling your nipple between his fingers while he sucked and licked and gnawed on the other.

You strained against the ropes tying you to the bedposts and for a moment, a single moment before your mind became utterly useless, you looked around and noticed that he had drawn the curtains and you could only hope that he had put a silencing charm on them as well, because you knew for a fact that you couldn't hold those noises in. But when your insides convulsed under the constant stimulation of your tender nipples, you didn't care if anyone could hear you.

You could only arch your back, pushing your chest right against his face, as your hips stuttered and you tried to no avail to press your thighs together for that little bit of extra friction that he had denied you by forcing your legs open. So despite the rush settling in your stomach, that feeling of release that was so, so close, it never came, and you wailed loudly when he let go of your breasts and leaned back to look at you.

You were glaring at him and he only smirked wider. “Patience, love,” he whispered and gave you a quick peck to your trembling lips. You then watched him settling back between your legs, his fingers ghosting your skin before he focused on the toys he had brought. More phallic looking objects, in all sizes and lengths and girths, a series of balls tied to a string and other things you couldn't even describe.

You swallowed hard at the sight, but somehow you were indeed eager to see where this was going. Before he picked any of it, you felt his hands rubbing up and down your inner thighs and you moaned softly in response, your legs twitching against his touch. Then you watched him take a very close look at your quivering cunt, and if you weren't in heat and need and almost driven to madness with desire, you'd be embarrassed and slightly humiliated by how closely he looked at you.

But all you wanted was for him to touch you and to your utter surprise he complied. His fingers drew gentle lines over your pelvis until they reached your sex, his thumbs firmly pushing against your lower lips, caressing them with precision. Your breaths were shallow and every touch caused you to shiver deeply. He paused then and tilted his head, still staring at your centre. You'd think he was looking at it for the first time, when in reality he might know it better than you do.

And still he seemed fascinated by it. You could only blush more, the heat travelling down your body warming your skin and causing his marks on you to throb slightly. While he had one hand pressed to your lower stomach, his thumb teasingly close to your clit, you felt his other glide over your folds, gently pushing and squeezing them between his fingers, the wet squelching sound coaxing an embarrassed whimper out of you.

He looked up then and gave you a disarming smile. “Don't be ashamed,” he whispered as he moved his finger right through your wetness, the sound and sensation of it making you flinch. “It's quite impressive to be this wet, you know?” You raised your eyebrows at him and he chuckled softly. “I find it really fascinating how you react to my touches... I only have to do this –” he said and pushed his thumb firmly against that sensitive bundle of nerves – and you could do nothing but moan and buck your hips in response while a deep tremor rushed through your legs. “And you come undone almost instantly.”

You barely registered his words as you were only focused on his voice and its deep vibrations and the effect it had on you. You never told him this, but you could probably come just from hearing his whispers in your ear. The thought alone gave you goosebumps. You should probably mention it to him at some point, if he was already so fascinated by how you reacted to his touches. The things he could do with just his voice... You sighed deeply.

He rubbed your clit again and brought you back to the here and now as you moaned softly once more and licked your lips, trying to breathe evenly through your nose. His eyes were on you still, a mixture of hunger and curiosity, as he continued to move his fingers through your folds, and it was when he moved both hands down and gently put your lower lips between his thumb and forefinger, that you inhaled sharply. He pulled your folds apart and looked right at your entrance.

You felt yourself clenching around nothing as he did so and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he kept your hole exposed to the cold air of the room, watching it with eager eyes. You had to look away at one point, your cheeks burning and your heart thundering inside your quickly rising and falling chest. Even though he knew your body inside and out and you were usually very comfortable around him, it still felt weird having him look so closely, inspecting you like this.

You cried out in surprise when you suddenly felt his warm mouth right on your sensitive skin, his tongue taking a long stroke through your wetness, teasing your entrance and lapping at your clit, and the moan he issued almost drove you over the edge immediately. It didn't take long for you to scratch the almost and replace it with definitely as he kept licking you with a force you hadn't expected.

Your first orgasm rolled over you quite gently, your body accepting the anticipated release with a series of tremors and shudders as the tension within dissipated slowly. You moaned softly, gripping the ropes that held you tightly as it washed over you. At that point you had no idea that you wouldn't come down from this high for a very long time.

With his mouth still pressed to your folds, you felt him move his hands and he blindly grabbed the nearest object he could find before he leaned back and without any hesitation or further preparation pushed the phallic thing right into your still shivering channel. You gasped in irritation and your eyes flew open as you stared down at him, your walls clenching around the cold, hard item. A deep shudder made your legs tremble as he kept pushing it in until it almost disappeared inside you.

Before it did, he pulled it back out, gently moving it in circles, then withdrew it entirely. Instead he used his fingers and quickly slipped two of them in, coaxing more moans out of you. He pushed them knuckles deep into you before he started pumping them hard and fast, using the aftershocks of your last orgasm to give you another one right away.

Thrashing your head into the pillow, your whimpers louder now, he worked his digits against you and the tension built and built – yet before you could embrace the sweet release once more, he pulled out and shoved that object back inside you. You wailed and squirmed against it, your walls tightening around it, pulling it deeper – until you bucked your hips upwards, your eyes squeezed shut, as your trembling orgasm made the thing slip out with a force neither of you seemed to have anticipated.

The object rolled off the bed and disappeared past the curtains. You heard him chuckling and felt his weight leaving the bed, before he returned, settling back between your legs. “I didn't know your pussy could do that,” he whispered and when you looked at him out of half-lidded eyes, you felt your cheeks blush even more. “Fascinating,” he added and returned the item to the box.

He then grabbed the line of balls attached to a string and you watched him with curiosity and slight concern as he cradled the item between his long fingers. You were breathing heavily, your legs still twitching, and he wouldn't let you catch your breath as he proceeded to push the first ball against your wet folds. Not being able to see them disappear inside you, you could feel them being sucked in by your clenching walls, ball after ball, until they filled you up with a pressure you hadn't felt before.

His hand was on your stomach as he gently pushed against your skin and as he did so, he tugged at the string carefully and ball after ball plopped back out of you, your hips stuttering with every single one. You didn't know how many there were, how many he had managed to fit inside you, but when he repeated this motion, you could only lean back and stare at the ceiling, the sensation strangely relaxing.

Your soft moans and whimpers became a constant drone in your empty head so that you could barely hear him when he told you to push them out. You opened your eyes and looked at him, feeling the balls lodged inside your tight channel, pressing against your walls, stretching you, filling you up in a kind of comforting way. “What?” you breathed quietly.

“Push them out,” he repeated and gently tugged at the string again, but left it to you to get them out of your quivering cunt. You frowned at him and bucked your hips as you deliberately clenched your walls around them and with a deep moan you managed to make them move within you. His smile grew on his face as you felt the pressure lessening and the balls slipping out of you one by one. “Well done,” he whispered and you swallowed at that.

His praises always caught you quite off guard, but not as much as his fingers as they plunged back into you and you moaned loudly at the sensation. Somehow he was moving deeper and you realized he had angled his hand to drive his digits into you a little past his knuckles. You felt him caressing your walls from the inside, gently pushing and prodding, and when he spread his fingers, you flinched and whimpered, only to be calmed down by his hand still on your stomach, rubbing in soothing circles.

You watched him breathlessly, biting your lip as you arched your neck to take a better look at what he was doing, and when you saw how he removed his fingers to push them further together and press his thumb against his palm, you realized he was about to push his entire hand into you. You gasped and squirmed against him, not quite believing his big hand would fit into you, but he shushed you and continued as you tensed against your restraints.

He was concentrated and carefully pushed his fingertips past your clenching entrance, really trying to make his hand as narrow as possible as he entered you. You whimpered more, your breaths erratic, the tension on your tight skin unbelievably firm, almost painfully so. He kept pushing and when it got too much, you thrashed your head back into the pillow and surrendered to it, knowing you couldn't stop him anyway.

“Does it hurt?” you heard him whisper and you could only nod, whining quietly.

Yet instead of pulling back out, he kept going, slowly pushing his hand further in, his knuckles being the widest part really stretching your sensitive skin. As he noticed your struggle, you felt him lower his free hand to move it to your clit, and as he began to rub it in tight circles, you felt your centre relaxing slightly and indeed he managed to push his hand past his knuckles and from there it seemed as if your channel was sucking him in on its own.

You held your breath at the pressure within and squeezed your eyes shut, beads of sweats running down your temples. “Look at me,” you then heard him whisper and because you couldn't deny him anything, you opened your eyes and watched him, your face a mask of exertion and pain, your lips trembling. “Look at my hand,” he then said and looked down first – and when you did you could only see his wrist sticking out between your folds. The sight made you gasp deeply as more and more tremors rushed through your body.

Yet it was when he started moving his fingers inside you, gently unfolding them against your soft flesh, that you cried out and unconsciously jerked your hips against his hand – only making the sensation worse. Tears started streaming down your cheeks and you stared at him pleadingly, tossing against the ropes holding you in place, but he didn't budge. Instead he moved his hand slightly, pushing even deeper, even though you felt as if he was already prodding your cervix with his fingertips.

You had always admired his long, slender fingers and what they could do to you, but you never imagined having his entire hand shoved inside you as if you were a fucking puppet – yet he did move you like one as he started pushing and teasing, each movement of his fingers coaxing either a shrill sound out of you or making your limbs twitch. You felt your stomach tensing up and when he started turning his hand slightly, you completely lost it.

Thrashing about as much as you could against the ropes, you fought against the intrusion with all you had. It was too much, it felt too much, he was filling you up in ways nobody should be filled up, and it got even worse when he began to move his hand in and out in tiny movements, pulling back to his knuckles and sinking back in until his wrist was hugged by your folds again, and you moaned and groaned and whimpered, your body quickly overwhelmed by the sensation.

Your head was spinning and your breaths rapid puffs that didn't get any air into your lungs. Your heart was racing, thundering against your chest, ready to burst right through your ribs while your pelvis felt as if it was cracked open from the inside.

“Please...” you whimpered helplessly, your voice barely a hoarse whisper.

But he kept going, moving his hand faster and faster, and your walls clenched around him, so tight it hurt, and each subtle brush of a finger caused you to moan and shriek, your hips stuttering, and you felt something growing within you that wasn't pleasure. It was panic. Despite the stimulation, you felt as if he would never be able to get his hand back out, how could that possibly work, it didn't seem right, it all felt too tight and narrow, and in your frenzy, you cried out again and again, more and more sweat covering your bare body.

“Sebastian! Please! Get it out!” you shrieked and thrashed your head against the pillow, whining desperately as the tremors jolted through your body. And suddenly he did and it just worked, he slipped out without any problem, and the sudden loss of him felt almost as bad as when he had been inside your tight walls.

You whimpered softly, your hips twitching, your walls still trying to clench back to their normal state. A cold breeze passed over your skin as you lay there, breathing heavily, completely deliriously at this point. You felt him shifting against you and then his hands were on your face and you didn't know if it was the sweat and tears on your cheeks or your own juices coating his fingers. He brushed his lips against yours softly, causing you to open your eyes lazily.

“It's alright,” he whispered soothingly. “It's all good now. You did so well...”

He rewarded you with another soft kiss and you just leaned into it, too exhausted and shaken to deepen it and just grateful for the break. But you somehow knew that he wasn't done with you yet.

“Do you want to feel good again?” he asked you, watching you closely as his breath ghosted your trembling lips. You wanted to tell him that despite the discomfort you had just experienced, you still felt good, the pleasure was coursing through your nerves way more intense than the pain had done. But you couldn't word it, so you just said: “Yes...”

He smiled and gave you a quick peck, before leaning back again, once more settling between your splayed legs. You watched out of tired eyes how he rummaged through the items lying on the bed and you wondered what he would choose next. After having his hand stretching your insides, you felt that nothing could top that, and indeed he didn't go for the biggest item, but the smallest: an egg-shaped thing on a string.

You felt his hand on your stomach, gently caressing your skin and the tension beneath, while his other hand weighed the object carefully, before he put it to your wet folds. It was surprisingly warm and felt almost comforting against your quivering cunt. He moved it through your wetness and then pushed it past your entrance with one swift nudge of his thumb until it disappeared inside, swallowed by your tight warmth. You shivered slightly, unable to react any differently with your body still mainly out of order.

Then you watched him raise the other end of the string and heard him mumble something under his breath – and once he was done, you flinched so badly, you almost jumped off the bed if you weren't tied by your wrists and ankles. Your body convulsed in shock as you felt the little item inside you vibrating vigorously, your walls clenching around it as it seemed to move on its own, its thrumming motion taking it places you had no idea were this sensitive. You moaned and cried, immediately back to being stimulated out of your mind.

Squirming more and more with the little egg lodged inside you, you bucked your hips and this time, Sebastian held you down as he pushed your pelvis into the bed, watching you with dark eyes and a curious gaze, and even in your mind-blowing ecstasy you noticed the red splotches on his cheeks and the hunger plastered all over his freckled face. You weren't able to watch him any longer as wave after wave of pleasure washed over your body, the little vibrations strong enough to turn those waves into full-on tsunamis as you tried to float above them, hoping not to drown in the sensations.

All your limbs were twitching, your muscles contracting, your walls clenching and unclenching, your heart ready to burst out of your chest. You could barely breathe any more as you gave up fighting it. Bright lights engulfed you, stars danced behind your eyelids, a familiar weightlessness made you forget all the things that had happened up until this point.

Then you heard his voice and he was leaning close enough to whisper into your ear and more and more shivers ran down your spine. “Squirt for me,” you heard him say and you didn't quite know what he meant at first, but then your body reacted all the same as he put his fingers on your clit and rubbed small circles around it, assisting the little vibrating egg in taking you to never-before-experienced heights – and with a force you couldn't control and a shrill shriek you arched your hips off the bed and your release shot out of you, quickly followed by the egg that would have launched into the room as well if it wasn't for the string he was still holding on to.

You slumped back onto the bed, breathing heavily, too exhausted to even open your eyes. He was kissing your earlobe. “Well done,” he whispered and you moaned softly at the sound of his deep voice. His hand trailed up your body, gently teasing and caressing, before he wrapped it around your throat and brought his mouth to your cheek, lapping at your tears. A whimper escaped you and any further noises were silenced as he pressed his lips to yours, kissing you demandingly, not allowing you to even turn your head away to catch your breath.

You felt light-headed quickly, not even breathing through your nose seemed to help, and yet you didn't care. You were still floating on the aftershocks of your orgasm, whichever it was by now, and if you were perfectly honest, you'd die a very happy girl if this would have been the end.

But of course it wasn't. How could you even think that he would be done with you just yet? Well, you didn't think, you couldn't, there was only static in your head, such blissful nothingness that was only penetrated by the occasional lightning bolt jolting through your system whenever he would push any of your buttons. And you had so many to choose from, every inch of your body felt sensitive right now and those regions that normally were the most sensitive were throbbing violently – and when he would brush them, you'd flinch and moan into his mouth.

His free hand was on your breast again, pinching and rolling your hard nipple, as his fingers tightened more and more around your throat, squeezing until you felt your eyelids fluttering. Gasping deeply, trying to get air into your lungs, you stared at him, your mouth open and your lips sore and swollen and trembling, and he would only release you when your eyes threatened to roll into the back of your head.

“Breathe,” he commanded and you did, taking quick, heavy breaths, almost wheezing as you tried to fill your lungs again. “Easy, easy,” he whispered and gently caressed your bruised throat. “Slow breaths... in... and out...” he gave you the tempo and you slowly fell into his rhythm, watching him closely as you did so.

Calming down eventually, you even managed to give him a soft smile. You saw him lick his lips and stare at your mouth, before he dove in again and kissed you passionately, throwing breathing calmly to the wind immediately. You whimpered quietly as he pushed his tongue into your mouth and pressed it against yours. You could barely reply the motion and so he pulled your tongue between his lips and sucked gently on it, coaxing more sounds out of your throat as you shivered against him.

He was still somewhat hovering above you, propped on one elbow, his body too far away to feel the heat rush through him. You felt the urge to touch him grow bigger and bigger and your hands twitched helplessly in their confines. All you could think about was the need to feel his soft locks between your fingers or his warm skin beneath them or his firm muscles tensing against your touch, you wanted to feel his weight on you, pushing you into the mattress, giving you another reason to become breathless – but none of this was going to happen, because it didn't look like he would untie you anytime soon.

Luckily he kept at least kissing you for quite a while, his lips sucking on yours, his tongue invading your mouth and licking as far as he could reach, and even though your lips felt raw and swollen, you never wanted it to end, in spite (or maybe because) of the lack of oxygen that left you feeling light-headed. When he would lean back, his heavy breaths hit your shivering lips and you opened your eyes to watch him, taking in with a feeling of glee and satisfaction that he was just as breathless as you.

He stared at you with dark eyes and an intensity that made your legs shake, the hunger for you evident in his gaze. Despite the heated kiss, you felt rather relaxed again – and just realizing that seemed to make him move again. He was back between your legs and without warning grabbed your cunt and pushed two fingers inside, quickly curling them inside you as he pushed his thumb against your clit and his fingertips against that sweet spot right beneath – and you immediately arched your hips against the touch and moaned loudly, any thought about being relaxed quickly out of the window once more.

He held you like that for a moment, his hand like a claw around your pleasure points, and just this motion made you shudder and shiver all over again. His free hand moved over his toy collection and he grabbed a particularly big and long one, yet instead of shoving it into your hole, he brought it up to your lips and pushed it against them.

“Open,” he just said, his voice even lower than before. You did so with hesitation, the tip of that thing really bore resemblance to a cock, and when he slipped it past your bruised lips, you whimpered deeply. “Use your tongue,” he commanded and you started moving your tongue around the object as he shoved it in and out of your mouth, the wet noises mixing with the slight squelching of his hand still gripped around your cunt.

Once your saliva coated the soft rubbery surface of the object, he pulled it out and moved it down between your legs and swiftly exchanged his fingers with it as he pushed it past your tight entrance with a little bit of struggle. You moaned and whimpered, squirming against the intrusion, shuddering deeply as he kept going until it was all the way in and barely poking out of you. He left it in there and removed his hand and you watched in growing displeasure how he stood up from the bed and moved one of the curtains aside.

“Hold that for me, will you?” he whispered and gave you a sly smirk. “Don't lose it like the other one, okay?”

You swallowed and nodded quickly, then watched him disappear from your view. You were left alone on the bed, tied to its posts, a thick immobile thing wedged into your centre and you didn't dare move, nor accidentally clench your walls around it in fear of pushing it out like you had done before. Every passing heartbeat made that harder as you felt it stretching you and the thought alone made you want to buck your hips. Gritting your teeth, you stared up at the ceiling and waited.

While you did, other thoughts flooded your clouded mind. Where did he go? Did he leave me here? What if his room mates come back and find me like this? What if... You stopped yourself before that train of thought could become any more horrifying. Sighing deeply, you looked around and noticed the red, raw skin around your wrists and you winced as you moved them. Suddenly you missed being overstimulated out of your mind, it had made everything so much more tolerable.

“Sebastian?” you whispered quietly, despite knowing that he probably wouldn't be able to hear you. More time passed and you didn't know whether it was minutes or hours, it certainly felt too long for comfort.

Just as you were starting to lose your mind over your situation, several things happened at once. The first, most notable thing was the object lodged inside you – it started humming, lowly vibrating, and you gasped sharply. You felt it moving within you and you had the urge to put your hands on it to keep it in – and as you thought that, you felt the pressure on your wrists lessening and then your hands were free.

You didn't really have time to enjoy your new freedom as you quickly moved your shaking hands down and pressed them between your legs, moaning louder as you kept the thrumming thing deep inside you, thrashing your head back as it hit all the sweet spots while your walls clenched tightly around it, its vibrations causing tremors to rush through your entire body.

If only you could press your thighs together as well. You kicked your legs as they started twitching badly and just like what happened to your wrists, the ropes around your ankles loosened – and not a second too soon. As the tension became almost unbearable, you rolled onto your side, your hands firmly pressed onto your wet folds as you clenched your thighs around them and frantically rocked back and forth, moaning loudly as you rode your high and the vibrating object inside you with everything you had and what was given to you.

Wave after wave crashed over you and you whimpered tiredly into the bedding as you curved yourself into the fetal position, still shuddering deeply as the thing never stopped thrumming, yet you couldn't bring yourself to let it go. It felt too good as it filled you up completely, fitting into you so perfectly, an almost familiar feeling as you thought about it.

“Already done with your new toy?” you then heard Sebastian's voice and you looked up almost panicked, because you were without your confines and pleasuring yourself without him being there, but he didn't seem to mind. “I thought you'd like that one...”

You finally saw him at the foot of the bed as he came through the curtain and climbed back onto the bed, his hands on your hips as he gently rolled you around again until you were lying on your back once more. Prying your thighs apart, he then grabbed your hands and rested them on the bed beside you, before he firmly gripped the thrumming toy and pulled it out of you, coaxing a deep moan and several shivers out of you.

As he did so, you saw a thick liquid oozing out of the tip of the object, now really bearing resemblance to a cock – and weirdly enough you suddenly recognized it. “It worked then,” he said quietly and smiled at you. You watched him with a frown before he brought the thing closer to your face, you saw it throbbing and twitching, more and more cum-like substance dripping down its veined shaft.

“Do you like a taste?” he asked – and without hesitation you sat up and raised your shaking hands to cradle the item between your fingers before you gave it a hearty lick. He watched you intently, curiosity back in his warm gaze, yet when your tongue made contact with the toy, you saw him flinching slightly. He took a shuddering breath and licked his lips. “Feels nice,” he whispered.

You stared at him. “You can... feel that?” you asked with your voice hoarse and feeble.

“It's my cock, of course I can feel it,” he said with a chuckle.

Your eyes went wider. “What do you mean, your cock? Did you –” Your gaze wandered to his groin and you heard him laugh.

“No! It's just a simple spell, like a cloning spell with some extra enchantments,” he explained and gently took one of your hands and brought it to the front of his trousers. “See? It's still there,” he said and you could feel his hard length through the fabric – just like you could feel it in your hand, only that it was detached from his body.

Either your mind was still clouded from having too many orgasms or this was both one of the weirdest and yet best ideas you'd ever heard. “Can I... keep it?” you whispered, holding onto the item carefully.

He chuckled deeply. “Only if you keep it well hidden in your dorm room, it is quite sensitive, you know?”

“Is it... always... connected to you?”

“I could lift the spell, but why not live a little dangerously, eh?” he said with a wink. “I trust you won't prank me with it...”

You watched him with your cheeks flushed, his words immediately creating several scenarios how you could use this thing against him – yet in the end your mind always came back to cradling it between your legs when you were alone at night. The thought of having a piece of him with you at all times sounded like a dream. “You can trust me,” you whispered and gave your new favourite toy a soft peck on the head. “I will take good care of it...”

“I'm sure you will,” he said softly and leaned over you to kiss your damp forehead. “How do you feel, by the way?”

You inhaled deeply and watched him, having momentarily suppressed the state of your body. You didn't feel bad, though you just knew that you would be sore for days after having your muscles constantly assaulted like this. Smiling tiredly at him, you said: “I feel good, properly satisfied.”

He narrowed his eyes at that and tilted his head. “Hmm, not what I wanted to hear,” he said with a smirk and in a swift motion he grabbed the toy out of your hand and shoved it back into your cunt without giving you any chance of objection. You moaned deeply and even more so when you saw him inhaling sharply as well. You could only imagine what this must feel like for him.

He then placed his hands on your waist and pushed you slightly up the bed, giving him more room to settle between your legs once more. You saw him waving his wand and out of nowhere came new ropes to wind around your wrists and ankles and tie you back to the bedposts. You squirmed against them, falling into your whining demeanour as you felt your body returning to its overwhelmed and vulnerable condition all over again.

“Sebastian, please...” you whimpered, straining your wrists and bucking your hips, but he only looked at you darkly, pushing lazily against the object wedged between your folds as it started to slip out slightly.

“Please what?” he muttered, chewing on his lips as he watched you.

“I... I want to feel you,” you breathed, barely able to word your needs as the tension started to build up once more. “All of you...”

He smirked at that and tilted his head. When he moved, he pressed his knee right against your centre – and you shrieked in a mixture of surprise, pain and pleasure as the toy slipped deeper, pushing right against your cervix, making your head spin, but the sensation was overpowered by his mouth colliding hard with yours as he kissed you deeply, his own moans slipping past his tongue as he forced it into your mouth.

You wanted to throw your arms around his neck and just hold onto him, but all you could manage to do was a weak twitching of your fingers as they sat forgotten in their confines once more. With his thrumming cock-toy deep inside you, his kiss quickly drove you over the edge as well. Moaning and whimpering against him, you bucked your hips into his knee and took whatever little friction it could give you to push you higher and higher.

As your walls fluttered wildly, the tension inside your stomach burst into a million little pieces of light and you saw stars dancing behind your eyelids as you thrashed your head into the pillow. He never stopped kissing you, his mouth holding yours captive and your shared heavy breaths made you both feel light-headed quickly.

Only after your body ceased shuddering would he finally move. You lay on the bed completely spent, breathless and slightly sore, sweat covering your skin and burning in the bruises he had given you, your hair sticking to your forehead, your lips raw and trembling, your cheeks tear-soaked and flushed, and even though you were a mess and barely able to function any more, he was not done with you still.

“There's one more thing I want to try,” he told you and you felt him shifting against you. You heard the rustle of clothes and then you felt his fingers at your entrance, gently prying the object out of the tight grip of your cunt. You whimpered softly, barely fighting anything any more. When it left your throbbing channel, you missed it already, its warmth and thickness had been almost comforting to you.

Yet you didn't have to miss it long as he suddenly pushed the real thing into you and you moaned deeply as your eyes flew open. He had moved your pelvis up and his thighs beneath yours as he knelt between your legs, one hand on your waist as he guided himself deeper, the other gripping the toy firmly. You watched him out of half-lidded eyes, your breath hitching in your throat as it occurred to you what he might be planning.

You squirmed in your restraints, your stomach immediately tensing up even more, as he moved the hand holding the cock-toy closer to where your bodies were connected. Your breaths were shallow, your walls clenching up in anticipation.

He looked at you then, his gaze dark and hungry, his lips trembling slightly. “This will be interesting,” he said quietly and winked at you, then without further warning pushed the head of the toy between your stretched entrance and his length. You cried out and watched him moan deeply, the pressure on your sensitive skin almost as bad as when he had forced his hand inside you, yet the toy was more forgiving and softer than his knuckles and slipped into your tight space surprisingly fast.

The pain and pressure of the double penetration was still there though and you writhed and whimpered, arching your back into the mattress, trying to ease the sensation of two cocks wedged into your tight channel as your sensitive skin strained around them. He seemed to feel almost as overwhelmed as you as he halted his movements and let the toy rest for a while, only having managed to push its crown in. While you wailed quietly, your body shuddering in constant tremors, you held your breath and watched him as he took a few deep breaths before he continued pushing the object further.

You whimpered louder, feeling so full already it was almost painful. You could feel him stretching you more and more and when the toy was fully wedged in there, you felt his body shuddering against yours. His hands found your waist and he gripped it with shaking fingers. Again you wished you could hold onto him, experience this pain together, comfort each other through it, but your hands were still out of order.

“You are so... tight...” you heard him mumble, his voice low and gravelly. “Damn, so fucking tight...” He kept muttering under his breath, breathing loudly through his nose as you watched him, suddenly more interested in watching him than focusing on your own discomfort. It came back to you when he started moving his hips against you.

A shrill shriek escaped you. It wasn't the constant clenching of your walls as he stretched you, it was the strain on your entrance that made you cry out in pain. “Try to... relax...” he urged you through laboured breaths. But you couldn't, it felt impossible to relax in a situation like this. He seemed to realize that and moved one of his hands down to rub at your clit roughly. You wailed and thrashed your head into the pillow, but despite the not so gentle touch it helped in easing the pressure.

As he kept moving against you, the toy and his cock scraping against your walls and each other, you were quickly overwhelmed by the feeling – yet it started to grow on you. Having two of the same thing inside you felt like nothing you had ever felt before, it was both exhilarating and absolutely terrifying to think about, having your cunt stretched like this – then again it was double the sensation you normally had when he filled you with his girth, it was just more of him, you had to remind yourself as he slowly picked up his pace and slammed his hips firmer into yours.

Your moans mixed with his and the vice-like grip of his hands on your waist kept you from squirming too much, forcing you to just feel him moving within you, feel him building up that tension that coiled inside your stomach, feel him pushing himself to his limits for a change. His groans and grunts grew louder and as you focused on him instead of the constant stretch that would drive you insane otherwise, you watched him come undone right in front of you.

You usually didn't get to see him like this as he always pushed you to your limits before he took care of his own pleasure. And as you were just a whimpering mess whenever he would do that, it never gave you the chance to watch him become a mess as well. Even if this meant that his experiment wasn't as pleasurable to you, it seemed to work wonders on him and you revelled in the sight of him.

Now it was his hair that stuck to his damp forehead, his flushed cheeks and his trembling lips as he worked his hips against you, staring down at you in laboured concentration. You wanted to touch him so badly again, run your hands over his cheeks, down his chest, ease his rapid heartbeat with soothing circles of your palms, wipe his hair out of his eyes and dig your fingers through his locks – but alas your hands were –

You moved them and suddenly the ropes were gone. Too surprised to wonder how that happened, you followed the images in your head and moved your hands to lie on his. He looked up equally surprised, too exerted to give you any other facial expression. You slipped your fingers between his, easing his grip on your waist and forcing him to focus on you, and he complied, interlocking his hands with yours as he kept thrusting hard and fast against you.

You bit your lip, still fighting the pain of the sensation, yet with your hands free you were able to feel him more and better, and following a whim, you pulled his hands towards you, causing him to shift against you as he leaned over you.

And suddenly you felt his entire weight on you, knocking all the air out of your lungs as he pushed you into the mattress, which also meant that his cock and the toy slipped even deeper into you, filling you up so badly that a pained scream escaped you. He quickly muffled it by smashing his mouth against yours. You cried soundless tears through his comforting kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck as you held onto him desperately, hoping it would end soon.

Soon was a relative term because in this new position it seemed easier for him to move. He moaned into your mouth as he fell into a steady rhythm. With the toy wedged between your walls and his cock, he was only able to move his hips in tiny, rapid snaps, yet the constant friction and pressure quickly got him to where he wanted – and surprisingly enough you as well.

As you felt him (and his enchanted toy) twitching inside you, his jerky movements quickening, you felt your walls tightening around both intruders, the tension in your stomach coiling up painfully, but when he gave you that one final thrust, pushing his entire body into it as he buried his balls in your folds, hitting your cervix with eerie precision, you arched your head back and cried out in what could only be pleasure as he had finally managed to push away the pain.

Your muscles contracted and you squeezed your eyes shut, your hands gripping his hair forcefully as you moaned through your release – and at the same time he wrapped his arms around your waist and held you close as his entire body shuddered deeply, both of his cocks spilling their seed deep inside of you. His warmth was overwhelming and with double the amount of cum pumping into you, you quickly felt it spilling out – and you didn't ask yourself how anything could fit past the strained skin of your entrance.

Your body seemed to be capable of a lot of things you had never anticipated, as this evening and his consistent experiments had shown you. In your haze you couldn't even remember all the things he had stuffed you and pleasured you with, even though it would probably be your body that would remember more than your clouded mind. With all the strain and pressure it had to endure and the marks and bites he had left on your skin, with how your muscles ached from the constant spasms, you could be lucky if you were able to leave this bed any time soon.

Not that you necessarily wanted that. Lying beneath him, smothered by his body, impaled by his throbbing cocks, you didn't feel the need to be anywhere else. You were with him, double the amount of him even, you could feel him, warm and heavy and comforting, his hair between your fingers and his mouth pressed to yours as he kissed you lazily while both of you came down from your highs slowly.

His breaths eased against you and your own shuddering ebbed away, but only until he shifted on top of you again, causing you to wince. You grabbed his face and looked at him. “Don't move,” you whispered.

He raised his eyebrows. “Doesn't this hurt you?”

“It's a good hurt,” you replied quietly, which earned you a shaking of his head and a frantic kiss.

“You shouldn't be in pain like this,” he breathed against your lips. “I never meant to... cause you pain...”

“I know you didn't,” you said softly, your thumbs caressing his flushed cheeks. “But it's okay. I can handle it.” You chuckled softly. “If your experiments have shown you anything then it's that I can definitely handle whatever you throw my way.”

He smiled almost shyly. “You certainly did, I am really impressed,” he whispered, pushing his lips to yours once more. “And I am... grateful that you indulge me like this... that's not something anyone would do.”

“Well, I'm not anyone, I'm your person, and like I told you many times before: you can do anything to me.”

He chuckled at your words. “Careful what you wish for, love,” he teased and kissed your cheek, before he started moving against you once more.

You fought the urge to cry out and pressed your lips together, breathing loudly through your nose. He watched you, yet he continued to shift his hips back and slowly pulled out of the tight fit of your cunt. When the pressure lessened almost immediately once at least one of him was out, you inhaled deeply, then watched with your heart thundering inside your chest how he poked at the toy still lodged in your clenching walls.

He leaned back on his knees, his fingers pushing past the mess he had left inside you to retrieve the object, but your walls didn't seem to want to part from it just yet. “Help me out a little?” he asked quietly and with a smirk, and you complied, albeit reluctantly, bucking your hips upwards and deliberately clenching and unclenching to push the toy out.

But it wouldn't budge. “Just... leave it in,” you suggested with your cheeks burning.

“I don't think that's a good idea,” he said a little breathlessly, still prodding his fingers into you but he only seemed to push it further in.

“Perhaps I don't want to let go yet,” you whispered. “Perhaps I want to keep that part of you with me...”

He stared at you and blinked slowly, before he looked down at his seed seeping out of your hole. More or less reluctantly he stilled his attempts of pulling the toy out and leaned back more, inhaling deeply. As he still considered your words, he turned to your ankles and freed them from the rope with a flick of his finger. You remained lying there, motionless, with only the occasional twitch jolting through your thighs.

“That... might be the sweetest and the most perverted thing you ever said,” he eventually replied and there was a sly glint in his dark eyes. You laughed at that and reached your arms out to him, beckoning him closer. As he lay down beside you, pulling you into his arms, he chuckled. “And I thought I was the pervert here...”

“You still are,” you said and smirked at him as you snuggled against him. “But I fear that you had a bad influence on me.”

“Oh certainly,” he whispered as he nuzzled his nose against your neck, his hand trailing over the marks and bruises he had left on your skin. “And I might regret giving you this toy after all...”

“Aww, but why? I told you I'll take good care of it. I'll keep it warm and cosy and carry it with me everywhere –” you started until his look of surprise and indignation caused you to laugh out loud. “What? You don't believe me? Just imagine it for a moment: as I walk through the hallways, hurrying to my next class, I'll always have you with me, wedged inside, my walls embracing you lovingly. Sitting might be interesting, but I'm certainly up for the challenge.”

“Alright, now that is the most perverted thing you ever said!” he exclaimed and shook his head, kissing your jaw. “And I don't believe a word you're saying, you won't even make out with me in public!”

“That's not true, I made out with you in public countless times, I just don't want anyone else to see my pussy, okay? You have it easy with that convenient flap in your breeches while I have to expose myself to everyone around – and I really don't want to scar a first-year for life, you know?”

He chuckled deeply, the vibrations of his voice rumbling through you. “But traversing the halls with my cock wedged between your legs is okay?”

“Well, it's just your cock, not as conspicuous as if your whole body would be attached to it,” you smirked. “Easy to hide under my skirt.”

He groaned as you shifted your hips, your walls clenching tightly around the aforementioned toy. “Oh what have I done?” he mumbled and sighed deeply.

“Created a monster,” you whispered and leaned closer to kiss him softly, chuckling against him.

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And on that last sentence let me tell you that this motherfucker of a pixel boy truly created a monster in me – I mean look at all the smut I've written, each piece more and more deranged I feel like. Don't get me wrong, I feel very lucky to have this constant muse around me and I've certainly written more in these last months than I've written in literally more than a decade so I am very grateful for that!

But come on, how am I supposed to go back to writing fluff? Just fluff? I don't think I can go back to that. And I hope that you, dear reader, won't mind the filth I'm producing. This fandom is a constant source of inspiration and my outlet for things I never even considered letting out before, but here we are, writing smut after smut.

So Kinktober continues, even though I've already put so many different kinks into the three pieces I wrote for it, but I'm sure I'll find more to explore soon. You just wait, my mind is a deep and dirty well of even dirtier ideas.

[ masterlist ]

Previous Kinktober submissions:

Pleasant dreams... and tentacles (somnophilia, tentacles)

It is that time again (breeding kink)

The horny ghost (voyeurism, masturbation, spectrophilia)

It belongs to me (deepthroating, semi-public)

A Filthy Fantasy (1/2) (cnc, bondage, sensory deprivation, orgasm denial)

A Filthy Fantasy (2/2) (threesome, oral/vaginal/anal)

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow smut #sebastian sallow x reader #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy smut #kinktober

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hahskeleton · 2 months

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⚠️MAJOR TSAMS/TLAES SPOILERS!!!⚠️

HOLY MOTHER OF— I’M SO— I JUST CAN’T— I CANNOT EXPRESS THE FEELINGS I HAVE FOR THE RECENT EPISODES!!!!!!!!!!!

Eclipse is dead again, Moon’s probably angry, Solar seemed a little confused, Earth is having a hard time processing this, Eclipse is dead, Lunar’s loosing his mind over this (I feel so bad for him!! Asking Solar if he was a bad person almost made me burst into tears!!), Sun’s probably drinking, Monty can’t find foxy, and ECLIPSE IS FRICKING DEAD!!!

The whole part where Eclipse was taunting Lunar and insulting him and Earth was like— holy heck man you kinda walked into that one. He literally said something along the lines of, “Give me your best shot,” or something like that, clearly letting his guard down because he didn’t think Lunar could kill him.

Then again he mentioned in previous episodes that he wanted to kill himself, so he could have known fairly well that Lunar’s magic would kill him, having possessed star power before he would know. He killed Lunar with it.

Lunar- buddy- I love you but holy moly that was a lot to take in. I agree, he deserved that more than anything, and also, way to take your feelings out on your good for nothing brother.

He seemed to have his mind set on killing Eclipse from the start, but damn he actually did it, and only a few weeks after Eclipse actually came back.

My heart shattered when Lunar started to cry and was questioning his place as a “good guy”, I was so sad for him I just wish I could reach through the screen and give Lunar a huge hug rn.

When Solar came along and was all like, “Lunar?? Wtf Lunar what happened?? Y u cryin?? U hurt??” And Lunar was afraid Eclipse had already come back or he hadn’t gotten rid of him— I swear to god.

Also, side note with my opinion: when Lunar yells or screams or threatens people’s lives with his magic I just die in the inside but I can’t tell if it’s good or bad. I mean, fricking slay lunar get your feelings out I like it when he yells, it’s angsty and reveals apart of him we don’t see too often but also- wow. It’s kinda scary when he yells lmao

Kinda like when Moon is super angry and is yelling and threatening, except with Lunar it’s different because he’s less aggressive than Moon is when it comes to this kind of stuff. He hides his angry side of his personality much better than Moon does.

this has been a rambles and rants session with me, I hope you enjoyed!

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lynnsquared · 3 months

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hyeju first time headcannons? 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 i cant wait for ur comebut❤️❤️❤️

🐬 hihi sweetie, thank u for asking 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 +how is it my comebut if this is my first post 🤔 anyway.. 😖 this is kinda long (1k words 😳) so just pretend its not because. i think about her .. so much..

your first time with hyeju was kind of.. spontaneous?

you two had been dating for 2 months-ish and she invites u over to her house just to hang out as a date 👀

it starts with u and her on her couch as you watched her play a game (but being honest you were probably just staring at her the whole time)

after a little while she lost a major battle and got all pouty and upset 😭🥺 you mostly laughed at her serious reaction to the loss, but you tried to comfort her anyway.

you figured it wouldn't hurt to give her a quick peck on her lips. ofc you kissed before, so you had nothing to be worried about.. and she just looked so cute when she pouted

hyeju perks up almost instantly and ofc you have to tease her more for that, but eventually she pulls you in for another kiss and 🥴

it wasn't long before you felt her hands tug at your waist to pull you into her lap.. i mean like 😭 u were just straight up making out at this point,, and when u straddled her? omg. her head could've explodedkjskjgksg

her hands crept from your waist to your thighs and she gave them a light squeeze, causing you to whimper into her mouth as she kissed you 😵 this turned her on... so .. much ..

you pull away and look into her dumbfounded eyes, but before you can say anything she kisses you again

only this time its way hornier and she's being a lot more.. touchy 😇

"wait, hyeju," you stutter out, prompting her to stop. she looks at you with SO MUCH concern in her eyes, she's super worried that she was making u uncomfortable..

but when you request that you go further? she felt like she was flying.

hyeju is SO gentle but obviously she wants to show off so she picks you up and carries you to her room before laying you down on your back, brushing all the hair out of your face and kissing you again.. her strong hands trailed under your shirt, up your body and then found a place to rest just underneath your breasts, squeezing them lightly

when she heard you moan in response she couldn't help but want more, it was sooo addictive to her 😭🥺

her kisses trailed down to your jaw as she pushed your bra up to feel your sensitive skin, toying with one of your erect nipples as she lowered her head more to press soft kisses all over your neck

she thought u were soo cute when u whined and stammered out desperate pleas for more.. you were so wet but u could barely tell her that cus u were so shy :((

eventually one of her hands slid down to your jeans, unbuttoning it before sloooowwly pulling down the zipper

your chest heaves up and down as your breathing intensifies, looking at her with half-lidded eyes

"hyeju, wait, i've never done this before," you confessed to her shyly.. her cheeks flushed before she smiled reassuringly and told you, "i've never done this either, why don't we learn together?"

this turned both of you on INFINITELY more.. knowing u were each others first made u both SWOON 💞💞

anyways so after both of you had confessed you'd never had sex before she went back to what she was doing before you paused and started to slip your jeans off with little to no struggle

when they were gone and you were left in just your shirt and panties hyeju began to rub circles on your clit through the fabric.

she could feel how wet u were even with the fabric and holy moly.. the physical contact between her fingers and your soaked panties combined with the slew of lewd noises leaving your mouth was too much to handle 😖

your needy whines for more were the only motivation she needed to pull your panties down just a bit, finally making skin-to-skin contact with your soaked pussy

she teasingly slid a finger between your folds while her thumb stayed on your clit,, she looked at you with big pleading eyes, asking quietly "is this ok? are you sure you're ready?" ☹️ her caring words were SO cute but also really sexy somehow??!?

when you nodded at her questions, she gently inserted her middle finger, softening her gaze as she watched you arch your back into her.

she gave you a second before she started moving her hand, "is this hurting you? am i hurting you?"

when you shook your head no she sped up, stimulating your clit with her palm as her finger slid in and out of you

it was so quiet and you were so wet the noises that came from your soaked cunt + your sweet moans only made hyeju want to go harder ,,, which she did 😁

seeing the way u reacted to her speeding up was SO cute to her, she just had to insert another finger ,, 😗

when she slipped her index finger in you placed both of your hands on her shoulders, shaking a bit from how good you felt..

hyeju being the sweet girl she is checked in on you again, making sure she wasn't hurting u,,,

when u told her it was good her lust for you took over again, slightly curling her fingers within you and hitting your most sensitive spots,,

with every motion you felt your climax approaching 😣 when you told her this she encouraged you to let loose and,, ofc u did, cumming all over her fingers

she gave you a second to come down from your high before taking her fingers out of your cunt and licking the mix of slick and cum you'd left from them

this sight is. quite the attractive one, btw..

when it comes to aftercare hyeju is just the most loving person on the planet 😭💞 she kisses u and caresses you soo much, holding you tightly in her arms,,

she tells u how well you did and how happy she was that you let her be your first and how much she loves u, all mushymushy,,

she lets u lay and rest in her bed for a bit before drawing a bath for the both of you, telling you it's just to clean up and she won't bother u with more erotic touches

but you never know 😇🙏

thats it thank you for reading this long long post,,, if u notice any shitty mistakes plz just know i wrote this all when i was very very sleepy 😭 hope u like it anyway,, 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

#lynn's drabbles #loona smut #loona x reader #loona imagines #hyeju x reader #hyeju x fem reader #loossemble x reader #son hyeju x reader #son hyeju x fem reader #girl group smut #girl group x fem reader #sorry i dont know how to tag jkfjkdsfkfks

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rubywolf0201 · 1 month

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My thoughts on the latest episode of BUCCHIGIRI?! Episode 9 aka the one episode that had me mentally broken

WARNING: *May contain spoilers esp in regards to Senya and Ichiya and the starting of the corruption arc of Matakara*

- Continuing the ending scene of Episode 8, it seems like everything was Akutaro’s and Ichiya’s plan was to go smoothly but SIKE! It was ICHIYA’S plan all along! Akutaro was just a pawn!

- Akutaro doesn’t seem too pleased about it and wants to merge back with Ichiya with the latter telling him straight up how he was nothing but a tool straight up made him mad.

- In class, Mahoro as always is looking at photos of her brother and holy moly! THE JIN’S HAVE A DOG?! I DIDN’T KNOW THEY WERE FRICKIN RICH!

- Anyways, Arajin being the simp that he is tries to give her the soapstone but she ignores him.

- However, Arajin just so happens to overhear Komao and Zabu being worried for Matakara and how he’s been gone for three days! WHAT?!

- This has got me super worried AF.

- Arajin doesn’t seem too concerned about it but something tells me that deep down he feels…worried for some reason.

- Back in the Tomoshibi family restaurant, Arajin is helping out as always and Senya can’t help but notice Arajin’s worry so much to the point that he slapped him on the back pretty hard to cheer him up which he doesn’t seem to accept.

- Back with Zabu and Komao, they asked the receptionist about Matakara’s whereabouts again only this time he’s back. Excited about the news, both Zabu and Komao bought him something to eat but they heard a crashing sound.

- They open up to see Matakara opening up his piggy bank and taking up whatever remaining money that he has all the while ignoring Zabu and Komao. Man. That hurts.

- Meanwhile, Arajin is heading to the bathhouse due to the showers in his home being broken down, but then he bumped into Matakara but unlike the usual, Mata’s whole cheerful demeanour is gone, most likely from what happened last episode and just left without saying a word.

- The customer and cat cafè waiter returned again. This time, when the customer asked for Pu’er again, the waiter begged him to take Jasmine again because of how she’s been waiting for the customer which causes the customer to change and asked for Jasmine. What this means is probably gonna be foreshadowing of the next episode or the current predicament that’s happening.

- At the bathhouse, Arajin was trying to enjoy a peaceful bath time when he ran into Komao and Zabu with the former being all cheerful, calling him Ara-pyon and offering to wash his back despite seeing him act like an uncaring asshole last episode (what a sweetheart).

- Arajin and Zabu asked each other about Matakara’s wellbeing before Komao jumped into the bathtub cannonball style.

- There’s something oddly cathartic seeing the NG Boys and Girls discussing about Akutaro’s downfall (I mean he did abuse them after all) and Akutaro can’t help but watch all of this happen and ran off embarrassed by his downfall.

- Tho that being said, Akutaro does have a plan in which he discovered a slip of paper that says Honki on the front but what it says is pretty unknown.

- Any scene with Matakara and Ichiya is just so heartwrenching because unlike Arajin and Senya’s relationship, Ichiya is trying to break Mata down mentally.

- Oh and it turns out that the dark shadow thing isn’t Ichiya’s but something hiding within Matakara all along.

- Also, we got some backstory regarding how Matakara joined Minato Kai, in which he just beat up a bunch of random thugs because of honoring his brother and Arajin, he and Ken went up against each other to pass the trial to become a member of Minato Kai.

- Also, just saying but the first year design of Zabu and Komao are just so adorable. Oh and I guess my headcanon of the first meeting between these three got debunked but it technically became true when it’s revealed that all three joined Minato Kai at the same time.

- To Mahoro, Marito and Outa (the latter two who are absent since last ep): Mahoro is playing some sort of imaginary tea party with a dolly of Marito lol but the moment real Marito and Outa came in she quickly hid under the covers.

- From there, both Marito and Outa began to discuss about Mitsukuni’s hospitalization and also revealed that not even Kenichiro can beat him. When Marito asked why is Outa is concerned about Mitsukuni and even brought up the topic about it, Outa then revealed that Matakara is going through a hard time right now and that he is the kid brother of Mitsukuni.

- Both Marito and Mahoro who overheard about it expressed shock at the relation. And my reaction to all this is: “Wait none of you siblings knew about it?” (Moreso from Mahoro because Matakara told her about it back in Episode 4)

- Marito heard something and began to search in his room for the noise which Outa began to question what is he doing before they continue their discussion.

- Mahoro oddly began to display worry and concern for Matakara, despite those two never interacting by a whole lot. But it is a nice gesture nonetheless.

- The next day, Arajin and Mahoro have a talk on the rooftop, to which the latter asked about the condition of Matakara’s wellbeing. Arajin was hesitant to ask and even begin to worry about how she is showing interest in Mata (which is not true at all) to which Mahoro is disgusted by and just left him.

- Also, it’s interesting to note how Mahoro said that it happened to her once (regarding the things Matakara is going through) but what this mean is quite peculiar.

- While walking back, Senya tried to cheer Arajin up with a massive slap to the back but Arajin dodged it this time. At least until they are approached by a disheveled Akutaro who slipped a paper right into Arajin’s jacket pocket before going off.

- Ichiya breaking down Matakara and manipulating him to fight Arajin. My poor sunshine puppy. 😭

- Arajin and Senya are walking to the bathhouse again but this time we are given expository on Senya and Ichiya.

- Both Senya and Ichiya are street kids (possibly back when they were mortals) who live in an unknown part of the desert long time ago. Senya (who wasn’t given a name back then) admired Ichiya’s fighting style and begged to fight him. Ichiya was disinterested in Senya at first but he doesn’t seem to say no either.

- Over the years, both Senya and Ichiya’s friendly rivalry grew and grew so much so that when they were hanging out, Ichiya was the one who named Senya as he is today.

- But all of a sudden, their relationship turned sour at some point with black shadows covering Ichiya. What happened is unknown but it’s seem odd for some reason.

- When Arajin asked why Senya relied the backstory to him, the genie said that both Arajin and Matakara’s goal of being Honki People is a lot similar to his and Ichiya’s goal.

- Matakara appears in front of Arajin, clearly looking distraught and not long before he starts attacking Arajin.

- Arajin had no idea what has happened and Senya told him to merge with him to which Arajin managed to thankfully stop Matakara’s kicks but Matakara overpowered Arajin and just as he was about to land a finishing blow, Arajin’s gut began to growl which hit him to run to the nearest bathroom

- Also in all seriousness, can’t they dropped the toilet humor?

- Ichiya appeared and is convinced that the reason Matakara held back was because of his kind heart.

- Back in the Tomoshibi residence, Ara patched himself up from what has happened and Senya looked down and muttered about how Ichiya now has a hold on Matakara now. Angered by all this, Arajin began to ask how did he know about it before Senya disappeared.

- Just as Arajin is lying down, he saw the slip of paper that Akutaro slipped in meet him in the dead of the night.

- Akutaro then revealed that the reason why Senya is being secretive is because apparently Senya is planning to take over Arajin!

- Back with Ichiya and Matakara, Ichiya talked about Mitsukuni and feed lies on why the latter is weak before Matakara began to go apeshit and destroyed the dark shadow. Oh and Matakara has a mark behind his back not unlike the one Arajin has behind his ass.

- And with that, the final scene now has Ichiya in full possession with Matakara all the while saying that he is lacking anger and hatred in his heart. Matakara’s eyes lacked shine and now resembles Ichiya’s.

#rubi’s post #bucchigiri?!#arajin tomoshibi #matakara asamine #senya #ichiya #zabu kakeru #komao sakigake #mahoro jin #marito jin #outa tahide #meta #review

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hispipsqueak · 2 years

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Heyooo, I wanted to ask for something a bit different. If it's okie with u, can you do some tsukishima content with a female reader. Like the 2 are having sex and tsukishima starts with his habit of degradation. But like the reader doesent like being degraded cuz she's sensitive like mee ends up crying? Like nsfw hurt to comfort? I've just seen a lot of tsuki content but it's all degradation. It's kinda killing my drive for the guy :}.

BIG BRAIN TIME.

Sorry this took forever but I was in my feels. BUT HOLY MOLY I AM NOW SO SOFT FOR SOFT KEI. I hope you enjoy this. I agree we need more soft Kei. He's precious. 🧡🧡🧡 Thank you for requesting, lovely! - Pip

F!Reader x Kei Tsukishima - NSFW

TW: F!Reader, hard smut to comfort smut, rough sex at the beginning, crying, slight degradation at beginning, me just simping for this man.

EVERYONE IS OVER 18+

The clatter of the door pulled your eyes away from your phone. Your lanky boyfriend, Kei Tsukishima, pulled off his coat and placed his things in the closet by the door, methodically but with a little more force than usual.

“You okay?” You asked, noticing the twinging muscle in his jaw. He stayed silent, taking time to put his bag and keys away before turning to you. “I’m fine.”

Hopping up from the couch, you went to him. Hands rubbing his shoulders, you tried to ease the tension from him. “Bad day?”

You could feel him stiffen underneath you. “It’s whatever.” His eyes were unfocused, staring into space.

Hands roaming down his chest, your fingers massaging his lean muscles, you grinned. “C’mon, I can make you feel better…”

No sooner had the words left your mouth, was your back to the wall. He towered over you, and pressed a tight grip to your neck, his other hand next to your head, pinning you in place.

“Then do it.” His voice was cold, still reeling from the day.

Sinking down, your hands found his zipper, tugging down his slacks as you reached for his hardening shaft through his boxers. He made a frustrated groan and you pulled out his cock. The angry red tip was glimmering with precum, and you licked a stripe up the shaft, avoiding where he wanted you most.

“Fuck, don’t be a fucking cocktease.” Kei growled, his hand finding your hair as he pulled you towards his cock. You let out a shocked yelp before your mouth was pressed against him, precum smearing across your cheek. Clearly, he wasn’t in the mood to be played with. His golden eyes glared down at you and you squirmed, trying to continue and put his aggressiveness out of your mind.

It wasn’t that you minded Kei being aggressive, well not usually. It was something you often found yourself drawn to, his sharp tongue and dominant presence. But sometimes, on days like today, you wanted to appreciate him, savor the feeling of him and show him how much you cared for him. Fingers sliding up to his abs as you swallowed around his cock, you tried to pace yourself and he ground his hips against you, causing you to cough and sputter, and you found yourself slapping your hands against his thighs in a panic.

“C’mon you can do better than that– wait what the hell?” His voice lost its usual snark as he looked down at the wet streaks trailing your cheeks. Your head was tilted forward, not meeting his eyes and you tugged your sweater close around you, arms wrapped around yourself.

“Hey…what’s going on?” He knelt down, tentatively playing a hand on your shoulder. “Y/N?”

The words erupted out of you before you could even think. “Fuck Kei! I get you had a rough day but I’m not a fucking fleshlight! I have feelings too!”

The silence in the air was heavy and your face burned as you waited for him to respond. Finally, you peeked up at him.

“I’m sorry.” His voice was quiet. “I don’t think you are some sort of sex object. I just…I didn’t think.”

“Look, I don’t mind it some of the time, but sometimes it feels like I’m worthless or fucked up. Like…after you get called a ‘fucking slut’ every night by the person that’s supposed to care for you, it makes you think.”

“Holy shit Y/N. I don't mean those things. That’s just…fuck. Shit. I…fuck.” He was tripping over his words, something he rarely did. You could see him wringing his hands as he tried to figure out the right words.

“If I ever thought you weren’t into it or…I wouldn’t do any of that. It’s not to…”

“Kei, do you love me?” Your voice cracked and you could feel fresh tears brimming in your eyes.

Immediately his arms were wrapped around you. Tucking you into his chest, he rubbed circles on your back, the way he did when you were half asleep or sick in bed. His voice was quiet, but clear. "You know I love you."

Burying your face into his shirt, you let the wave of tears fall, soaking the fabric. He stayed quiet, thoughts swirling around in his head. Kei felt like he was underwater, the lump in his throat growing as he listened to you.

God, you were the best thing that ever happened to him. If you were doubting his feelings for you, he must have fucked up.

"I'm not good at this. I'm not…I don't wear my heart on my sleeve. I'm gonna fuck up a lot. But I don't want you to think that I ever stopped loving you." He rolled the words in his mouth trying to unravel the mess he had made. "You are…you are everything to me."

Sniffling, you lifted your head up and fixed your red-rimmed eyes on him. "Really?"

He busied himself brushing stray strands of hair from your face, feeling raw and vulnerable but god he'd take that feeling a thousand times over watching you cry like this.

"Of course. I'm not gonna lie to you, I don't know how to do this perfectly. I'm probably going to fuck up. But you make me want to be better. Fuck, that sounds cliche."

A small smile tugged at your lips. You could see he was trying. He pressed his forehead against yours, his hands interlocking his fingers with yours and the two of you sat silently, the quiet broken up by your breathing.

His lips found yours and he could taste the salt of your tears mixed with the taste that was you. He poured the unsaid words, the emotions he couldn't express verbally, not yet, into the kiss, hoping you could understand. You were his home, his reprieve from the rest of the world and he wanted to kiss you forever.

His hands gently pushed against yours, until you found your back against the wall, and still you kissed him back, your tongues

intertwined, a language its own. Kei could feel himself getting aroused, but didn't want to ruin this moment. You glanced down as he pulled away and your eyebrows raised. A beat passed and you pulled him back to you, closing the space between you, your hands running down his shirt. He wrapped his hands around your waist and could feel the sliver of your skin as your shirt rode up. You felt like fire and he craved touching you, feeling your body pressed under his. You must have felt the same way because you pushed his shirt up. He broke the kiss to tug off his shirt in that stupidly attractive way men do and when his eyes met yours, he could practically see your pupils turned into little hearts. He'd tease you if he could but he knew he had to have looked the same.

The two of you were lost in each other, hands roaming only stopping to pull off the rest of your clothes, leaving them in haphazard piles around you. Never leaving the floor, he eased you onto his lap, his hands caressing your lower back. Your thighs were wrapped around him and you could feel his cock pressed against you.

"Fuck…I want you so bad, Y/N." He whispered into your skin as you rutted yourself against him. His fingers dug into your hips, and he groaned as you positioned yourself on the head of his cock.

You and Kei had had sex plenty of times but this time he felt more exposed. If anything, you were in control and Kei felt his body heat up with anticipation of you. He wanted you to feel his desire, understand how much he wanted, no, needed you.

"Look at me, baby." His pupils were blown out, large and dark and you met his gaze.

"I love you, Y/N."

You slid yourself down his cock and he let out a growl as you rode him. Your thighs clenched around him and he pushed his lips to yours in a messy kiss. Moans spilled from both of you, swallowed by the other as he fucked up into you, his cock kissing the deepest parts of you with each thrust. All the while, whispering

"I love you…I love you…"

He could feel himself reaching his peak embarrassingly quick, but you were so close too. Your hands were wrapped around each other, gripping at skin like you would fly away if you didn't. His mouth found any piece of you he could reach as he kissed and sucked marks onto you, knowing he could never fully mark you to his satisfaction but fuck was he going to try. He wanted every inch ofyou to be explored by his hands, his tongue, his teeth. He could feel your fingers tugging at the longer curls on the nape of his neck, and he knew you were close. You were clamping down on him so tightly it almost hurt and his vision blurred…fuck was he crying?

It didn't matter, he just had to have more of you, more, more, more.

"Please." His voice was strained and your back arched under his palm. "I love you so fucking much."

"Kei!" Your voice cried out as your lower body twitched and he felt himself exploding into you as your pussy throbbed around his cock, milking him for every last drop. He dropped his head into your chest as you rode out your respective orgasms and you both panted, trying to catch your breath. You maneuvered into his arms, your ear pressed against his chest. You could feel his heart pounding and grinned.

His hand lazily stroked your shoulder and he cast a glance down at you, only to see you already looking up at him.

"Hey." He whispered.

"Hey yourself."

You were both silent, goofy grins on both your sweaty faces. You didn't have to say anything but he did anyway.

"I love you, you know?"

And you did.

#haikyuu smut #pip asks #tsukishima x reader smut #kei tsukishima smut #tsukishima kei smut #requests

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mrs-steve-harrington · 2 months

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Throwing some fic recs into the mix since I keep seeing the posts from others and wanting to join in. Below, you'll find 10 fics that I'm excited to recommend, in no particular order!

get a clue! by @monsterhunting [Stranger Things, Stoncy]

This is a delightful Valentine's Day fic featuring oblivious Steve, which is one of my favorite kinds of Steve! The pining is real, but the fic is lighthearted, not lingering on the angst of it all, but rather focusing on the positives. Steve's friendship and back and forth with Robin is great, but his interactions with Nancy and Jonathan are even better. It's a great time!

Don't Make Me by @idridian [Halloween Ends, Corey/Allyson/Michael]

You do not understand how badly I needed a fic like this after finally seeing Halloween Ends for the first time. That movie took over my whole brain for a hot minute and I was worried there would be nothing out there to sink my teeth into afterwards. But this fic. This fic was there to give me everything that I needed after the movie. "Allyson Corruption Arc" might be my favorite tag ever. It goes without saying, but there's a darkness to this fic that wraps around you while reading it. The relationship with Allyson and Corey is EVERYTHING! I just. This fic is beautiful and I love it!

To Run The Dog by @pterawaters [Stranger Things, Stoncy]

I love me some fic where Stancy crush hard on Jonathan and want to date him together. This is a really lovely AU where Steve and Nancy are married and keep seeing Jonathan running by their house with his dog. The way they want so badly to interact with him, and the friendship that ends up developing once they get the chance, is wonderful. The characters still feel like themselves despite not having gone through the same things as they do in the show, and it's just. Really enjoyable to read!

my body's aching and my time is at hand by whateverislovely [Criminal Minds, Reid-centric]

Gosh, this fic hits me right in the feels. There's something about sitting with a character who is feeling so low and feels like they can't talk to anyone (even though they know deep down that they could but it FEELS like they can't). Spencer desperately needs someone to see that he's struggling, but it's hard when there's so much going on at the same time. I don't even know what all to say, this fic just really gave me the angst and hurt/comfort (emotional and physical) that I revel in.

The Babysitter by @stevethehousewife [Stranger Things, Stancy, Dusteve, uhh... more]

A fic inspired by my favorite horror comedy movie ever? With Steve as the titular babysitter? But not evil? AND it's A/B/O?? Yeah there are many, many reasons I love this fic. The descriptions of Steve feel like they came right out of the movie in a way that made them so easy to see in my head. But it changes enough about the story that it doesn't feel at all like a straight up rehash of what you've already seen. AND it combines some of my favorite ships, with a Steve who is just the best ever. I freaking LOVE THIS FIC SO MUCH!!

close my fist around something delicate by inlovewithnight [Ted Lasso, Keeley/Roy/Jamie]

All that I wanted for these three was for them to realize that they have feelings for each other. That they can make a relationship work, if they just try. And dammit, this fic delivers! While also adding in some great angst and hurt/comfort (physical and emotional). I didn't realize quite how much I wanted to see Jamie hurting and being stood up for/protected by the people who care about him, but boy did I! This fic is really lovely, it sucked me in and didn't let me go until I finished reading.

Both Hands Holding on to the Wire by @stevethehousewife [Stranger Things, Stobin]

This was one hell of a gift to get in a smut exchange, holy moly! It focuses really well on Robin's confusion over the thoughts she starts having about Steve after accidentally walking in on him changing. The whole concept is handled respectfully, taking the weight of it all very seriously. Robin and Steve's friendship is so good, the way they can just BE with each other. It's got the angst I adore, a Steve who is an absolute sweetheart, and a Robin who is so much more like her season 4 self than season 3 (which is a huge plus for me personally).

The Hourglass by @pterawaters [Fargo s5, Dot & Gator, Dot/Wayne/Gator]

A shorter fic here, but no less wonderful! It's exactly what I needed after finishing the latest season of Fargo. Getting to see where their lives might have gone, if Dot had been able to take Gator with her when she ran away. If he had wanted to go. It gets me emotional every time I think about it. I love love love this fic!

Wednesday by @stevethehousewife [Stranger Things, Stoncy]

I will recommend this fic forever and for always. It has everything: hurt Steve! Time loops! Season 3 Steve being thrown back to the worst day of his life and forced to relive it over and over until he gets it right (hint, it's the Halloween party in s2). I fucking love this fic! I've lost count of how many times I've reread it, but it might rival the number of time loops Steve lives through (okay maybe not quite that many, but you get my point). It shows Steve a side of Jonathan he didn't get to see the first time around. It gives him the closure he probably didn't realize he needed. I just. Adore this story!!

An Oath Broken, An Oath Kept by @urisarang [Love Between Fairy and Devil, Chang Heng/Dongfang Qingcang]

This fic is so mean in the best way! Both of them are so hurt, physically and emotionally. And then Chang Heng is forced to hurt DFQC even more, which only makes it that much BETTER. It was the perfect gift to receive for the Flash Made Them Do It exchange. I laugh every time I see the a/n (the word count minimum was 300 words. The word count on this fic is... a lot more than that). And it's just as fun to reread now as it was to read it the first time around. I want to draw hearts around it!

#IFD2024 #fic rec list #stranger things #halloween ends #criminal minds #fargo #love between fairy and devil #fanfiction #feedback fest #feedback fest 2024 #i maybe spent a long time on the gif banner #pretty proud of it #made it myself ;-;#but spent way more time deciding on which fics to rec #and what to say about them

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convexheadcanons · 28 days

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Hello I am here with another headcanon dump and some more art! :P I made this lil thing a bit ago to demonstrate my headcanon about how Vexes use illusions to maintain a more mundane-seeming form. When they're stressed things like a blue eye glint, white hair strands, and more ashy skin start to peek through as control over the passive illusion slips. Often in times of intense magic use and combat they just drop it completely cause it's too much of a bother.

The Convex generally prefer their more human appearences out of familiarity but drop it when they want to be intimidating, are exhausted, or having a more quiet intimate moment and feel comfortable showing that form with whoever they're around. (Btw the glowing scar on the chest is where his soul was ripped out. Cub has one too but it's hidden most of the time. :P)

Giggling kicking our legs

YOU GET IT HEHEH, IT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN SAYING, Vexes are magical creatures sure they have some limitations but they're literally MAGIC HELLO? THINK OF THE THINGS THEY COULD DO WITH THAT?

I absolutely adore both this post and the art holy moly, I see their magical stamina as a Stardew Valley kind of energy depletion ; they have a certain amount of magic, it takes time to regenerate the magic, like how blood is regenerated or skin cells - at the start it felt strange to both of them for their magic to regenerate ; like there was something there and moving inside of their very veins. But they got used to it, they also got used to the physical altercations that came with being vexes - sure they looked a bit different, Scar had larger wings than Cub, but Cub had a long tail with a sharp and curved ending - but they understood each other, they were there for each other the whole time, and it took them a long time but they found they could revert back to a more human form!

I see at the start they didn't understand the idea of having a magical barrier and they often overworked themselves to the point they couldn't hold the illusion anymore so they went to one another and waited until they were okay; until they looked like what they imagined to be 'normal'

It hurts a little to change between forms so quickly, it's just like having growing pains though - the body shifting to accompany the new physical showing of their real and true nature ; and only a few hermits actually have seen their true forms sure they know that they're vexes and they sold their soul - but only a certain few know how bad it is - Xisuma already knows being a voidwalker comes with a few perks - but he acted like he didnt know until they came forwards and had to tell him.

They are the worst people to have this kind of power, because they are both known for their over exertion in their builds so most of the time they collapse in their true forms and allow the other to take care of them (obviously with the chastising of self-care that they know that the other would never follow up)

[As for the soul being ripped out YES, I WAS RANTING TO WITHER ABOUT THIS - there are different ways to give a soul ; more ethical ways but vexes they enjoy violence, dominance so instead of being patient and coaxing out the soul in a peaceful and unpainful way, it was simply yanked out of the chest]

OUGH, I'M SO OBSESSED WITH THEM AND THIS AND THE ART I'M RUNNING AROUND MY ENCLOSURE AMD JUMPING

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#convex #hermitcraft cubfan #hermitcraft gtws #Oh you've hit the nail on the head here #I LOVE your art by the way - its SO GOOD!#Them having their souls taken is so them #Oh you've got heart on his rant #I love the idea that they have four-ish forms #they are like little demons #They're literally the guys ever #Only they can take care of each other - they know what one another wants #They also love pulling pranks in their true forms - Halloweem is one of their favourite times #tyxaar ask #- 🥀

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laracrofted · 4 months

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I LIVE for positivity night, so thank you for hosting one 🥹

First and foremost, I am absolutely in love with Baby, I’m High Octane and am so excited for any future updates! It’s phenomenal and I devour every word you give us!

@hangmansgbaby is my platonic soulmate, the sharer of my brain cell, and my very best friend. We’ve been through some shit together 😅 but I couldn’t be more grateful that we’ve stayed as close as we are! I fell in love with her Always, Darling Jake series over a year ago (what?!) and have continually fallen for every single story she writes! Pucking Finally, a Javy x Nat hockey fic, is incredible and I CANNOT WAIT for yall to get to read Royally Pucked (the Jake x OC!!!! next story). It’s amazing. As is You Burn With Us, a Hunger Games x TGM crossover. I don’t have words for how good all of her writing is, but I can absolutely tell you they deserve all the love and praise in the world! Gbaby, I love you with my whole heart! 💕

@sarahsmi13s is another one of my early days babies! I’m so grateful for her friendship and always being happy to have me bounce ideas off of her! She also has SO MANY incredible series that are underrated. We bonded over my love for her Tell Them series and I absolutely latched onto J&S immediately after. I love you, Vin!

@roosterforme has been such a kind, loving, and supportive friend in the whole time I’ve known her! I’m wholeheartedly obsessed with Adult Education and almost had a heart attack when the queen Bradshaw Baddie™️ wrote a Jake fic! She also went and made me fall in love with a Bradley in Old Habits Die Hard. Beer Boy and Sugar FOR LIFE

@thedroneranger has been a sheer force of positivity through so many things! I’m so thankful that I’ve made a friend in Jay and that she loves GP as much as I do 😂. The To-Do List is one of my all time favorite series and was a huge inspiration for how I structured The Honeyverse! Coffin Cuddler™️ till the end of time

@trickphotography2 has been a supporter for quite a while now and I so enjoy all of our conversations! Her D-Day & Tis The Damn Season series have me in absolute chokehold and I pester the hell out of her regularly for little sneak peaks 😉

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@aviatorobsessed ANDY. My sweet lovey! I live for her comments on my fics AND our conversations. I’m so happy we’ve gotten to be better friends and notifications from you make my heart so happy!

@teacupsandtopgun BETHHHHH. Beth is the best with the most thoughtful comments on everything and is honestly such a sweet soul! I’m fully hooked on Jake & Flick and still come back for more pain because it’s SO DAMN GOOD. Also, Beth’s moodboards are STUNNING and I swoon over them every time.

@seresinhangmanjake holy moly, I am so in love with the Oh, Baby! and The One I Want series she has. Her words paint a stunning scene and I always feel like I’m right in the middle of it!

@ohtobeleah is currently murdering my feelings with Was It Over? It’s so raw and real and emotional and my heart breaks more with every chapter. I also adore I.R.I.S and will forever love her badassery! I’m looking forward to getting to know her better in the new year!

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The Captive - Chapter 24

Chapter 23 Chapter 25

Holy moly! I know I said I’d be back to the more regular schedule, but this chapter took a LONG time to plan out. I’ve essentially charted out the fic until the end over the past few days, and I wanted to take a while to make sure everything was as perfect as I could get it. I’ve only got one shot and I want to try to do this right!

Anyways, I hope the wait was worth it, enjoy!

As usual, Jake sat quietly near the entrance of his Marui as the rest of his family slept. This was his time to think, and he had a lot to think about.

His conversations with Kiri and Spider had been…heavy. The implications of what he’d learned still weighed on him.

How could he have been so blind?

How could he not see that Spider was depending on him?

Jake couldn’t even begin to remember all the different times he could have hurt Spider. It was…unthinkable. Whatever the damage was, it would take time to repair. Both his relationship with Kiri, and especially his with Spider. Their talk today, with all 3 of them together, had been a good starting point.

Afterwards, he’d promised himself he’d talk to Neytiri while they were out hunting during the day. Jake was aware that his mate could be…touchy when it came to the kid, and he didn’t want to have that discussion with anyone else present. Especially not his family. But he had hope that he could help her see.

Things seemed to be hopeful, looking up.

And yet…

Jake couldn’t shake the feeling that something else was bothering Spider. Even with everything he’d said, he felt like something was missing, going unsaid. He remembered when he tried to ask Spider about his captivity, and again was essentially shut down. Kiri had practically warned him not to prod.

But Jake needed to know. He refused to ever be blind to Spider’s pain again. He wanted desperately to help the kid with whatever had happened, but their conversation had made it clear Spider wasn’t ready to talk.

Quaritch, though…

Despite his denials, the Demon was almost certainly behind whatever happened to Spider when he was with the RDA. After all, he had been with Quaritch on the ship.

‘I don’t know him’ my ass.

Who knew what horrors Spider had been subjected to under his enemy’s orders? Jake’s heart began to beat faster as a new sense of determination filled him.

He needed to do this. For Spider.

He got up from his spot, took another look at his family, still sound asleep, and headed into the night. Jake hadn’t pressed Quaritch enough. Tonight, Jake would find out exactly why Spider was so afraid to talk about his captivity, whatever it took. If Quaritch thought he could take it to the grave, he was dead wrong.

(…)

The night was almost silent. There was no breeze, no sounds of distant animals, and even the sound of the waves on the beach was only a gentle lapping. It was unusually quiet, like the whole of Pandora was holding its breath in anticipation.

Spider could practically hear his heart pounding in his chest as he crept along the beach, knife clutched in his hand. The weight of what he was about to do sunk in more and more as he slunk through the silent night. It twisted his stomach into knots. He was practically confirming the worst things people said about him.

He is the Demon’s son. He cannot be trusted. He is dangerous.

Spider couldn’t deny that he had thought about freeing his father before. The thought had crossed his mind every time he went to visit the man, ever more intrusively as the time left until the trial had grown shorter and shorter.

But every time, he had quickly suppressed the thought, burying the plan with the wave of guilt that swept through him each time he considered it. This man was supposed to be his enemy. Quaritch hated everythingelse that Spider held dear. How dare Spider even think of releasing him? It was practically a crime against Eywa, with all Quaritch had done.

But Spider kept coming back to the idea regardless. It had to work somehow. It had to be better than…whatever lay in his future otherwise. Surely Eywa could understand?

If things went well, he’d leave with Quaritch, and they’d be long gone before anyone realized they were missing. The Sullys, and the rest of the Na’vi would piece together what had happened, of course. Maybe that’s what hurt Spider the most. The thought of the people he’d once called family learning about his betrayal.

But this was for the Sullys’ sakes as much as his. Spider knew that he had to stop hurting them. If leaving was the only way left, so be it.

Spider finally reached the hut and crept alongside it. In the silence, even a small noise so close could alert the guards. He’d had to be careful. Even with the thick material of the hut, his conversation with Quaritch would have to be quiet, no matter how important it was today.

Spider found his usual entrance and paused for a moment. The sinking feeling in his gut reminded him of the first time he’d ever visited his father.

He had crossed a point of no return that night. That had been the day when, after all the time they’d had together, he’d finally accepted that Quaritch was his dad, and he did care about the man.

Maybe, since that first visit, this moment had been inevitable…

But it still felt like a final choice. A choice between Quaritch, and the life he had now. Spider could still walk away. He could throw away the knife, and his plan would never be revealed, known only to Eywa herself. Quaritch would be executed, and Spider would live…whatever life he could among the Na’vi.

But in his mind, Spider had already chosen.

He took a deep breath, and muttered, almost silently.

“May Eywa forgive me for what I am about to do.”

Still clutching the knife, he slid under the canvas and into the hut for the final time.

Inside the prison, the silence was almost complete. The canvas walls muffled what little sound there was outside. Spider was distinctly aware of the sound of his own breathing.

And that of another.

“Spider?” Quaritch’s voice was a whisper.

“Dad.” Spider crept up to the bars. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he started to make out his dad’s face, it’s various spots softly glowing in the dark. Quaritch wore a pained expression, and he looked…tired. Worn down. Spider felt almost like he was looking at a mirror of his own emotions.

“Spider, I’m…sorry about yesterday. Having to shoo you away like that. I…”

“It…It’s okay, dad.” Spider rushed out, his heart somehow beating even faster.

“No, I…” Quaritch stopped when Spider lifted his arm, noticing the knife it held for the first time.

“What’s that?” Quaritch asked, confused, and concerned.

“Dad…” Spider took a deep breath.

“I’m here to break you out.”

The concern on Quaritch’s face morphed into a look of slight shock. His mouth was slightly open as he tried to process the words Spider had just said.

“Kid…what…?

“This knife can cut through your ties, and through the wall” Spider quickly explained, moving his hand lightly onto the blade, and offering the knife to Quaritch.

His father took the knife, but just looked at it in his hand, making no movements to cut his binds.

“Dad?” Spider’s mind raced as he watched Quaritch’s seemingly nonexistent reaction. Every second felt like an eternity.

Finally, Quaritch let out a sigh.

“No way, kid.”

Spider’s heart dropped. Had Quaritch just…refused?

“W-what?” Spider managed to stammer out.

Quaritch smiled sadly.

“There ain’t a chance in hell they don’t figure out it was you who cut me loose. I’m in here because I wanted to protect you. There’s no way I’m putting that kind of heat on you to get out.”

Spider didn’t flinch, but his heart was pounding.

“I’m coming with you, dad.”

Quaritch raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised. Spider sensed it and quickly elaborated.

“I…can’t stay here anymore, dad. When I said … there isn’t anything left for me, I meant it. All I want now is to be with you. I have to leave”

Quaritch shook his head.

“It can’t work, kid. What, do you think we’ll swim away? With every tribal on our tail?”

“We…we can take an ilu.” Spider spoke, trying to keep his hope up in the face of reality. “The Metkayina ride on them to travel. We’ll be gone by morning. But we have to go now!”

“They’ll know where we’re going, Spider.” Quaritch emphasized, his voice was laden with emotion, but still stern. “Bridgehead’s in one direction, and I guarantee they’ll catch way before we cover that distance.”

“Then we won’t go to Bridgehead.” Spider answered, the desperation in his voice becoming clearer. “We’ll just go somewhere, anywhere else. Anywhere with nature. I can show you how to live out here…” Spider had made the same proposal to Quaritch before, while they were on the Sea Dragon. At the time, it had been met with yelling and hostility. But now, the same words made Quaritch’s ears droop.

“We can survive, I know we can. We…”

Spider stopped as Quaritch thrust the knife deep into the dirt between them. He put his hands on Spider’s shoulders, looked his son in the eyes, and, after a moment spoke one word.

“No.”

Spider stared back at his dad, his eyes now glistening with tears.

“But…we can…we could…”

“No, Spider.” Quaritch looked sorrowful, almost pained as he spoke. “It’s too dangerous. Too reckless. I will not take the risk of losing you. You’re everything to me, Spider.”

“Dad…I…I can’t lose you.” Spider choked out quietly. “I can’t…imagine being without you. I need you. I don’t want you to die…”

Quaritch made no attempt to mask the pain he was feeling, but he still shook his head.

“My time’s up, Spider. I… don’t like it any more than you do, but I will not let you throw your own life away too.”

Spider sobbed quietly.

“Dad…please…”

It was a desperate plea, but Spider knew Quaritch. He’d made up his mind, and there was no changing that.

It’s over.

As the last of the adrenaline left Spider, he started to lose his balance, overcome by a mounting tiredness. Before he could fall, though, Quaritch pulled him into a hug, as close as he could against the bars.

“I’m sorry.” Spider whimpered against his dad’s shoulder between muffled sobs. “It’s all my fault.”

Quaritch frowned.

“Don’t blame any of this on yourself, Spider.” Spider looked up, his eyes red. Quaritch continued.

“No, it’s my fault. I should’ve seen long ago how much you matter to me. I should have made you priority from day one. Maybe I should have even taken you up on your offer to run away. But I was stupid, and I was blind. I was busy hunting Sully, and I kept looking you over, until it was…too late. And now, I’m paying the price.”

Quaritch took a moment to gently adjust the mask on Spider’s face, shifted from the hug, then finished.

“But you won’t pay that price with me. You’ll get through this.”

Spider looked down in silence. He sighed, then spoke.

“I…I can’t. I’m not strong enough. I don’t know what I’ll do…when you…”

“Look at me kid.”

Quaritch lifted Spider’s chin to look him in the eyes again.

“I’m not asking you to be strong and power through everything.” He put a sad smile on his face. “That’s what I do, kid, and look where it got me. You’ve got kindness. You’re not a killer. You ain’t some trickster or cheat. You’re not hell-bent on fighting and revenge. You’re a good kid, Spider. You’re nice. You’ve got compassion. You’ve got heart. That’s how I know you’ll make it to the other side.”

“You’re not me.”

Spider didn’t speak at first. When he replied, his voice was quiet.

“I’m a traitor. The fact that I’m here proves it.”

Quaritch shook his head again.

“Nah, you ain’t here because you hate the Na’vi. This isn’t your revenge, some plan against them. You wanted to save me, kid. Same way you saved those Na’vi in that burning village from me.” Quaritch said, alluding to the raids he’d dragged Spider along on.

“It’s your way, kid. You don’t want to see people get hurt. Even a mean old freak of nature like me.”

Spider remained quiet for a long time after this. He looked down again, deep in thought. Finally the boy cracked a small smile, even with the tears still in his eyes.

“Old? You’re not old. You’re like…25?”

Quaritch smirked back.

“Body’s new, but my mind’s got the mileage, kid.”

“What’s that?”

Quaritch pulled Spider back into a hug, though looser than before.

“Forget about it. Just remember what I said, okay?”

“Okay dad.”

Spider closed his eyes as his father held him. This night hadn’t gone at all like he’d imagined. But somehow…he felt better.

Was his dad right?

Was there hope? Even after the trial?

“I…I’ll miss you, dad.” Spider whispered.

These moments reminded him of what he’d lose the most. Knowing what a hard man Quaritch was, and how cold and emotionless he could be, these moments between them were all the more special. He would remember every one of them.

Spider kept his eyes closed. If only it could last forever.

He felt himself start to drift off to sleep…

The sound of muffled voices outside made them both suddenly tense. Spider’s eyes shot open.

“Dad…?”

“Quiet, kid.” Quaritch whispered sternly, barely audibly. Neither of them dared move, with the once-sleepy guards now obviously wide awake. The talking continued for a moment; the words indiscernible. Then, finally, it became quiet again.

Spider breathed a sigh of relief, leaning back into Quaritch’s hug.

Then, the flap to the hut flew up, and Jake ducked inside, holding a long knife in his hand.

The moment he looked up, he froze, staring at the image of Quaritch holding Spider in his arms.

Jake’s wish is granted...😨

Hope you liked the chapter! Apologies if you were hoping to see an epic Quaritch & Spider getaway, but I felt like that big of a risk to Spider wouldn’t fly with Quaritch. Maybe I’ll write it as a little bonus content once the fic ends...

Spider’s plan still comes into play, though...

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Daniel Jackson & Why Stargate SG-1 is the Best Show in the World

Here we go again. Listen, my obsession with this show knows no bounds and I’m going to simply have to take you through my thoughts on every character.

Strap in. It gets long.

Daniel Jackson. Linguist and ancient aliens believer (Daniel. It really is your worst quality. Even worse that YOU WERE RIGHT HOLY MOLY) and he figured out how to dial the Stargate and get it to work. A character known for his intelligence and empathy, his moral compass and being petty as fuck. A man who pushes those around him to be better people, and to think outside of themselves. Also he has allergies which plays into a very cute intro to his character in the show where Jack literally tosses a tissue box into the Stargate to make contact with Jackson. Let’s get into it.

We open season one with the SGC traveling back to Abydos where they left Daniel Jackson in the og movie after disaster struck (that disaster you may ask??? ….. I have no clue I haven’t watched it yet BUT I DIGRESS). There’s a problem. Aliens came through the Stargate and took one of their own. They need to talk to Daniel, to the Abydonians, and what follows is unfortunate.

You see, they defeated Ra in the movie, a parasite pretending to be a god, and thought they were done with this villain. Unfortunately they’re facing a new one, same shit different name: Apophis - brother of Ra. And it turns out they aren’t finished with stealing and enslaving people. Now, the genre of villain they’re against is swift, cunning, technologically advanced, and ruthless. The Goa’uld. They attack Abydos and take a young boy named Skaara and Sha’re, Daniel’s wife, captive along with the SG team member.

Ugh. Sha’re. Daniel is so sweet to her. They’re so clearly in love. Daniel Jackson has my favorite quality in a man which is that one of his primary personality traits is that he loves his wife. Ugh. It kills me that the Goa’uld took her away and he spends the next few years desperately tracking her down. The Goa’uld end up possessing both Sha’re and Skaara and it leads to Daniel Jackson rejoining the SGC and joining Jack O’Neill and Sam in SG-1.

It’s important to note a few things about Daniel here that inform me about why he is the way that he is. He was orphaned as a child, he lost his wife whom he loved very much, and he is extremely empathetic. He basically imprints on every being he comes across that doesn’t have a family and that kills me. He’s desperate for connection and he tries to understand the motives and meaning behind everything. He cares about people. He cares about culture. He cares about respecting things you don’t understand.

While we’re on the subject of imprinting, let's talk about Daniel and his friendships. We’ll start with Sam and Daniel. True science besties. I love every interaction between these two. It's like they found their platonic soulmate that they’ve spent their lives looking for. They info dump with each other, bask in each other’s intelligence and value it even when they have zero clue what the other is on about. Their friendship is pure and quick and beautiful and I can’t talk about Daniel without touching on how he quickly latches onto his friends and makes them important and how it makes his life fuller to have them. He does the same with Jack. They clearly care deeply for each other and Daniel finds a safe space in Jack. A space where he can push and be angry and ask questions and share how he feels and never receive rejection from Jack. Yes, they fight and argue and disagree but it is (typically) a safe disagreement where they’ll mend anything they hurt. Then there’s Teal’c. Teal’c, the man who is… kind of responsible for taking Sha’re from him. A man that Daniel wants to hate but can’t. Because Teal’c is a changed man. A man who had little choice. A man who Daniel has come to recognize as a friend and ally. This. This is big for Daniel.

Imagine. Your wife is taken from you. The man responsible for choosing her to take is now saying he is going to help you defeat your enemies. He lives on earth with you. He is treated as an honorable man and warrior. He is part of your team. Your everyday life. And you forgive him. You forgive because it’s the right thing. You forgive because you know it’s not his fault. You forgive because your heart is big enough to do so. To not assign blame where it’s unfair. That is Daniel Jackson. That is who he is. And fuck do I admire this in him. If it were my partner taken, life stolen from them, parasites taken over their body and using them to harm people. If I had to look at the man who chose her every day I might not be so forgiving. I might not have it in me to see a difference. This quality is something I admire because it is something that would be excruciating for me.

Speaking of excruciating things: watching Daniel’s face when someone he loves is in danger is like getting stabbed through the heart. One of the moments that sticks out in my mind is when Jack and Teal’c are trapped on a submarine that is being overrun by Replicators. Their only hope at not letting these bastards take over the earth is to blow it up, with both of them on it. Jack tells them to prepare to do it and Daniel is immediately against it. Jack takes his helmet off so he can hold the camera up so Daniel can see his face, can talk directly to him, and tells him to do it. When Daniel, in desperation, pushes again Jack reiterates that he does not want to die by the replicators. He doesn’t want his life to be over that way. Daniel has to let him and Teal’c go. Daniel eventually gives in but he refuses to look away while two of his friends die. (Spoiler alert is that they get saved at the last minute, thank fuck.)

We watch this despair each and every time one of his loved ones is in danger. We watch his expression, his heartbreak, his feelings of powerlessness. He’s desperately done everything he can to keep them safe. Daniel is not a soldier. He is an academic. He doesn’t have the training that the rest of them do. He hasn’t been taught how to handle battlefields and death and loss like they have. Watching his friends get hurt or die is so devastating for him. They are his family. Losing them is like losing everything he has left, especially since losing Sha’re and leaving everyone on Abydos. His heart holds all of them so dear.

We know he values his friendships, but what about the times he makes friends with beings from other planets? One of my favorite times is with an Unas who kidnaps him to sacrifice him. Now, Daniel spends a lot of time trying to communicate with this Unas. He shares food with him, talks, they play games. All while he’s being dragged through the wilderness to be slaughtered. He starts to understand the Unas, to learn that he has a connection with this one. Eventually this connection is what saves him in the end. Daniel even goes on a rescue mission to save this Unas when he gets captured in a later season.

Then we have Reese. Oh, Reese. I liked her. She was an android responsible for creating the Replicators, a dangerous villain in later seasons of SG-1. Daniel spends time bonding with her, learning about her, and figuring out why she made the Replicators. She was lonely. She spent her life being told she was ‘made wrong’ and that she needed to be ‘fixed’. She was sad and emotionally uncontrolled. I’m about to be annoying about this but this is why Daniel bonds so well with her. She was lonely. She wanted friends. She wanted kinship. Daniel so desperately wants these things. He’s so lonely, has been since childhood. He sees himself in her. And when she dies he’s heartbroken. It’s the first time you hear him cuss at Jack, a line that will live in my head forever: You stupid son of a bitch. Now, Jack isn’t stupid. Daniel knows this. Daniel is angry. But Jack was just trying to protect him, doing the thing he does to show his love, and it was rejected. This moment stings. It stings because of the context. It stings because of when it happens. It stings because of what happens only a few episodes later.

Daniel dies. Daniel dies because of his empathy and action. He dies protecting people. He dies. And it’s heartbreaking. Watching everyone say goodbye to him is one of the most tear-inducing moments so far. (I cried for… a long time.) Teal’c honors him in a way culturally significant to him with tears in his eyes. A man that is usually stoic and a strong silent type letting himself mourn a friend he’s grown to love. Sam cries and reminds him that she loves him and she wishes she could do more for him. He can’t even respond to her at that point but she sits with him and takes in what little time they have left. And Jack, well, he makes a joke. He tries to be serious about it but it’s too uncomfortably close to talking outright about his feelings so he makes some joke about how Daniel has been a pain in his ass for five years and despite all of that he has grown to admire the man that Daniel has become. It’s so painfully Jack O’Neill that it’s charming and gets Daniel to smile. (CAVEAT Daniel is not like… dead dead… I’ve been informed that he returns and my sadness over it is only temporary since the character will be back soon… and yet I still cried for over an hour over him.)

The worst part is that there is a chance for him to be saved. But he stops them so he can ‘ascend’ and ‘do more’. And how does he stop them? Well, he talks to the one person he knows will respect his decision, the one person he knows will let him go, the one person he knows he can trust to have the responsibility to take care of it. Jack. He tells Jack to let him go, to make them stop, to let Daniel move on. And Jack, despondent and unhappy as he is to do it, does. It is horrible to watch. Daniel standing in front of Jack, crying, telling him he’ll miss everyone while Jack says ‘yeah. Me too.’ and lets Daniel go. Ugh. It kills me. He says at some point during the episode that his life is worth no more than anyone else’s. That he hasn’t done much. He’s not done enough to help. Oh boy. He’s so wrong. He’s so unbelievably wrong it hurts. He’s an idiot. Not enough? Daniel, sweetie, you’ve given your life to this. You’ve saved civilizations, saved earth, saved Skaara, what more do you need to know that you have done miraculous things? His low self esteem hurts me here. He doesn’t believe he’s done good, that he is good. How does a man who has given his life to this cause think so little of himself? Well, I think it stems back to his parents.

Goodness. I believe his parents loved him more than the moon and all the stars. I believe they raised that boy with attention and affection and love and care and it is a damn shame that they died. It’s a damn shame they died at the same time. It’s bullshit that Daniel watched it. He watched both of his parents die when he was around 10-12 years old. He became an orphan in an instant. He went from two loving parents to the foster system in seconds. Now, he didn’t have to go to the system. He had a grandfather that could have adopted him but the man didn’t. He had a career more important than Daniel. I wouldn’t make the same choice if it were me. Hell, this little baby lost everything in a day and he needed someone. He needed love. He needed a home that was familiar. And instead of taking on the responsibility, instead of working through his anger and helping him cope you left him. My sympathies lie with Daniel here because I love him so deeply so I get angry when I think about little Daniel having a family member that could take him and instead being given up because of… what? A career? Some things are more important. (Sidenote that I am not condemning people for prioritizing themselves instead of having children… I am not ever going to have children and that is completely of my own free will and choice and wants and needs. What I am saying is that Daniel’s grandfather chose to leave him for the sake of himself and I think this rejection is where Daniel’s low self esteem comes from.)

His grandfather’s rejection is the start in a long line of rejections. Rejection from his peers, rejection from superiors, rejection from society. He finally finds somewhere he feels he belongs (Abydos) and that is gone too. In the blink of an eye. He thinks he isn’t good enough. And I think that blows. (Another side note that I think Daniel has at least ADHD if not also Autism and since I have both of those things I get really fiery about Daniel so… I’M BIASED OKAY.) He spends the rest of his life searching for connection, community, love. Hell, he even tries to infodump to Jack in episode one and faces yet another rejection of his skills and interests and I can’t help but feel like that hurts. Now, Jack does this song and dance often throughout the show with Daniel but it starts to feel more like they’re purposefully winding each other up and not like Jack is trying to hurt him. But… a different post for a different day.

Now, I won’t lie. I am super drawn to characters like this. I had a huge crush on Milo from Atlantis as a kid and Daniel is very very close to that character in a lot of ways. The floppy hair, the glasses, the nerdiness, the excitable way he talks. So… I’m a little biased… but this character… this character rules. He’s sweet and kind and sometimes so petty it makes me laugh. He’s funny and charming and GOSH I JUST LOVE HIM OKAY. HE’S STUPID CUTE IT MAKES ME MAD. But. He has flaws. Flaws that make me like him even more but flaws nonetheless. He can be one track minded. He takes things into his own hands and puts himself in danger and puts his team in uncomfortable positions because of it. He lets his emotions get the better of him. He compartmentalizes by throwing his all into things like working and solving something. He’s a great man. But he’s confused and scared and has such low self-esteem it hurts.

His flaws are on full display when he puts himself in immediate danger to stop Jack from destroying a ship that is about to wipe out a civilization that they helped get a new home for. Daniel has talked to this person, knows that he can prevent two civilizations from being destroyed, but Jack is focused on helping the one they’ve already connected with. Daniel disobeys Jack’s order. He puts himself in the path of an explosive in order to convince the other person to cease unintentionally destroying the planet in order to find another solution. While Daniel does succeed and it is the right thing he still puts Jack in a situation where he has to choose to sacrifice Daniel if he is to complete their mission and save a whole group of people. It isn’t fair. It hurts Jack, pisses him off, but Daniel isn’t putting that piece of it as his top priority. He’s putting saving two whole civilizations of history, art, and passion as his top priority. He doesn’t think past the consequences of what he’s doing.

Another case like this is in season one, The Torment of Tantalus, where they find a device that contains information well beyond our wildest dreams. ‘Meaning of life stuff’ as he likes to say. He values this preservation of history and knowledge. Even more than his own life. His one track mindedness here almost gets him killed. Jack begs him to go, tries to force him, but Daniel refuses and again forces Jack to make the choice to leave him behind and get everyone else to safety. Now, Daniel does end up following and getting out of there but it does take him a little bit of time to come to the conclusion that he does have to leave. He can’t just give up his life to stay behind on a planet about to be destroyed by a storm.

I want to touch on his pettiness for a moment because it is damn entertaining to watch him get… petulant for lack of a better word. I have never seen a man more willing to mouth off to high ranking government officials or question his bosses or down right taunt someone holding him captive. He will say some stupid joke in the driest tone I’ve ever heard and all I’m thinking is: yep this is the day he gets punched in the face. This is it. They’re going to do it. This man does not know when to shut up. My dear, sweet boy sometimes you have to SHUT UP!!! Self preservation, Daniel! Ever heard of it?!?! By far the best part of his pettiness is the looks him and Sam share when someone says something stupid. Some high ranking officer saying something stupid or derogatory? Sam and Daniel are sharing a ‘do you hear this guy?’ look. Someone being a bit too mouthy for their liking? They’re side-eyeing each other. They are true best friends. Having silent conversations with one another while everyone else in the room argues. I love their very first meeting. Sam geeking out over the dialing device while Daniel watches her like ‘who is this and why is she literally the most amazing person I’ve ever met’. Them interacting that whole first episode is just the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. They are best friends, your honor. I cherish them.

Daniel, above all, is the definition of what it means to have a found family. His was taken from him and he spends his life finding a family again. The great thing is that he does find it. He finds it and he holds on so tight. I’m still working through the seasons of Stargate but Daniel is an interesting and beautiful character. He’s traumatized and sad but he’s also wonderfully complex and still learning.

If you haven’t watched Stargate consider this: the found family trope runs rampant here. There’s plenty of content to watch, plenty of relationships to explore, and plenty of things to be said about this show. Plus, you could write some damn good fic about it if you wanted to :)

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