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Family

Warning for descriptions of illness, self-hate, violence and destruction.

Technoblade catches a fever as he moves his base to the far north. Fortunately, his father finds him. They talk.

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Technoblade glared at his reflection in the ice.

Hunter. Warrior. Weapon. God. The undying and undefeated. The Blade.

He rubbed at his sore eyes, attempting to take in his less than ideal appearance. His hair didn't have the right luster to it, dry and limp in its braids. Sweat beaded down his dull pink skin. Even under his thick cape and the radiating heat of netherite armor, his body shook with chills.

His pride battled with his practicality, and as it often did, practicality won.

Technoblade, in all his undying and undefeated glory, was sick.

All those sleepless nights, days straight spent traveling across the ocean to transfer all his materials to his new base (in an isolated village, in an isolated frozen wasteland) must have taken their toll.

That made sense. Recognizing this, Techno made the conscious decision to stand up and walk back to the library he'd converted into headquarters. He did not get that far. After a wobbly start, squeezing his eyes shut against the throbbing of his head, peeking them open and watching the world swim, he took a few steps and tripped over his own hooves- faceplanting in the packed snow.

He laid there for a while. Just thinking.

The Blade, felled by no man. Oh, no other warrior could ever lay a hand on him. What killed him in the end, you ask? He died of the sniffles, in exile by his own brother.

Man, this sucked.

Techno tried to push himself up but the weakness in his arms made them shake and give out after a few seconds. The library wasn't that far, was it? He squinted into the swirling snowflakes and frigid air, through the fading colors of the setting sun to the vague shape where the building should be. He could make it there before nightfall if he thought this through carefully. A plan of attack was in order.

A tactical combination of rolling, scooting, and crawling. At precise intervals so he wouldn't critically tire or injure himself, complete with more squinting around to check that he was moving in the right direction. As cold as he felt he knew that the netherite armor would prevent hyperthermia. That gave him time, but he still wanted to be inside before dark. You can't exactly fight monsters when you can't stand. Like hell The Blade was going to die to a zombie.

It could've taken an hour, it could've been ten minutes. But at last, Techno pulled himself into the library with a groan, the door shutting behind him with a gust of wind.

The rough wooden planks cut into his cheek yet the overwhelming tide of exhaustion that swept over him banished any thoughts he had about his situation. His eyes fluttered closed as his stomach turned inside out.

He did not sleep.

He stayed very, very still, and could only be glad he'd made it out of L'Manburg when he did. What would Tommy say if he saw him like this? He'd taunt and mock him as if Techno hadn't sat with him though dozens of sick days just like this when they were younger. Hadn't taken care of him, told wry and teasing jokes to cheer him up, tucked him in and gave him water and thin broth even when he fussed and moaned about it.

Sometimes he felt like Tommy'd forgotten everything he had done for him over the years.

Techno swallowed back a lump in his throat, shifting just a bit to be a little more comfortable on the floor.

There's a certain way time moves when you're sick. Extraordinarily slowly, like sap running down the side of a tree- occasionally fizzing out like someone switching the stations on the radio. Except half the stations are static and the other half are blinding agony.

He thought he could hear the ice cracking, somewhere under the howling of the storm out there. Something crackled and popped in his ears, and they twitched at every tiny noise, each disturbance in the air they could detect. Which- admittedly- was not a lot. Your senses aren't the best when you're sick, Techno discovered. He never really had been sick himself before, it was always him and Phil nursing Tommy or Wilbur or Tubbo. For a long time he doubted piglins could even get sick in the overworld.

Apparently they could.

Technoblade risked a quiet huff, more of and exhale than anything. The nausea rose and he winced.

Now he was hot. Sweaty and sticky and gross-feeling. Normally when he thought of hot, he thought of the Nether- the place he was born. Normally the heat was welcoming. But the heat in the Nether was dry and settled in your skin, comfortable and enveloping. This felt like something was trying to claw its way out of him, and it didn't mind tearing him apart to do it.

Well, best of luck to whatever it was. Technoblade had decided, back when he first got away to this village- hell, far before then- that no matter what, he would keep going. No matter what he sacrificed, no matter what others tried to take from him, no matter what they thought and no matter what thoughts came from his own mind- he would survive. Techno decided that he wasn't going to die. So, this fever was just going to have to deal with that.

It must've been in the thick of the night. Pitch-black outside, you couldn't even see by the stars with the blizzard and the clouds. No one would find him.

So his eyes fluttered closed.

He fell into a light sleep, shallow and empty. The weightless and shapeless feeling of passing through a portal, the in-between of dimesions.

When he stirred again, the ache in his stomach slightly more manageable, though his bones were heavy like bedrock and his mind was a mess of cobwebs.

He stirred, and his hand gripped fabric, blankets on the floor beneath him. His cape wasn't hooked around his shoulders but draped over him, his netherite armor nowhere to be seen.

Techno sat straight up even as every fiber of his being protested. His ears perked, eyes scanned the house, heart pounded in his ribcage.

"Easy, easy... it's just me."

The door opened and closed again.

He narrowed his eyes at green and black robes teasing the ground, socks and sandals trailing snow into the house.

Technoblade sighed, wheezed, let himself fall back into the pile of comforters.

Philza kneeled beside him and pressed the back of his hand to Techno's forehead. "Definitely a fever, buddy. Just relax." Technoblade grunted in response, and Phil smiled. "I noticed you don't have a bed in this new base of yours, so I took the liberty of making you one. Where would you like it?" His eyes twinkled, grey-blue like the early morning sky, and the wrinkles in his face deepened a bit as his smile grew wider.

Techno made a weak gesture to some corner of the library. Philza patted his shoulder and stepped away.

He fidgeted in the blanket pile, eyes trained on Philza's movements. He wasn't afraid- not really, but still he wondered how Phil found him. He'd traveled so far north, covered his tracks well, slipped into the slow and quiet village without so much of a whisper of his presence.

"I was just in the area, wanted a moment to myself, you know? I happened to spot a piglin crawling through the snow in the distance. I wasn't sure, so I asked around a little. Turns out the villagers are worried about you too." Philza placed the bed down and scooted it to fit in the cubby between Techno's chests. He turned with a raised brow.

Ah. So, he must've spoken outloud. Technoblade muttered to himself and glanced to the other side of the room. Phil chuckled and approached, leaning down and hooking an arm around his shoulders. "Let's get you on a real bed, hm? Sleeping on the floor's no good for your back." Being pulled to his hooves made Techno's head spin. He tried to shake and push Philza off.

"I... can handle this... myself." His voice was hoarse and his throat was scratchy, tongue dry. Phil gave him some room and he immediately stumbled- the wood grain swirled and spiraled like a mixed drink and the chills were back. Philza caught him, leading him calmly to the bed, scooping up all the blankets from the floor into his arms and setting them beside Techno on the mattress.

"Sure you can. I'll get you some water." Phil took a glass bottle from the bag on his hip and stepped out of the library-base, leaving Techno alone again.

Technoblade turned over in the bed, burying his face in the pillow. "I have a reputation to keep..." He mumbled into the cushion. Everything felt so heavy. Someone could've piled end stone on his back and he wouldn't have noticed.

Maybe having Philza here was for the best. Better him than anyone else, if it had to be someone.

He must've drifted off at some point, because the next thing he knew Philza was tapping his shoulder to wake him up, murmuring to him as he let Techno drink from the filled bottle. The water was still slightly cold, and Techno could almost taste the edge of frost and earth in it. He grimaced a little at the bitterness.

"I know, I know, it's not the best. I'll get you better tomorrow, some soup and some more pillows. How's that sound?" Phil drew away the bottle and laid Techno's head back on the bed. Techno made a noncommittal noise, frowning.

Philza chuckled. "You don't like someone taking care of you- I get it. You've grown so independent now. But everybody needs a hand once in a while."

Their eyes met, Phil's gaze so gentle, full of a warmth that looked strange to him after all this time. Philza held the contact only briefly before returning to tasks around the house (some kind of tidying up), and Techno was grateful for that.

He mumbled to Phil's back, " 'M just glad it was you who found me and not Tommy..."

Philza paused but didn't turn to him. "Oh? Why's that?" A hesitant curiosity in his voice.

Shifting in the blankets, Techno scoffed, shallow and breathless. "Cause he'd... he'd laugh at me. Tommy always... always laughs." Always laughs in that sharp and annoying way of his- Techno, well, saying Techno hated the sound would be a stretch (he only hated one thing), but it wasn't high on his list. Maybe he liked Tommy's chuckles more, because they sounded like Phil, because they meant he was really okay for a moment and Techno didn't have to worry about him putting on a false bravado that would just end up hurting him more with his stupid, biting laughter.

"What makes you think he would?" There was a stiffness to his shoulders, hands flat on the crafting bench. Phil's long blonde hair should be tied back. Either it was stuffed into his robes, or... or he cut it for some reason. Techno felt his lip twitch downward, but he decided to focus on Phil's words instead.

Because Tommy making fun of people was so wildly out of character. He would've laughed himself if he didn't feel so sick and dead-ish. "You, heh, you think that he wouldn't?" He'd taunt him and then he'd leave. That was a Tommy thing to do, wasn't it? Do his childish mocking playground routine and then peace out. On to another person to scream at and another adventure to kill himself on.

Phil hummed, and Techno could hear the smile in his voice. "Oh, he absolutely would laugh, without a doubt." After a moment the amusement in his tone softened into sincerity. "He'd still take care of you though."

The creaking wheels in Technoblade's head came to a harsh stop. He blinked.

"What... makes you think he would?"

Philza didn't answer for a moment. Then, quietly, he did. "Because you're his brother, Techno. He loves you."

He loves the power I give him, Techno wanted to spit back. Tommy just loved using him as a threat to others, since they were little, since he noticed others weren't scared of a short, loud blond kid, but they were scared of a big piglin with a sword.

It had always been that way. Tommy bragging and talking it up, with Techno standing just behind him, a hulking and menacing shadow and shield. Silent and violent.

It had always been that way. Until Techno left, of course.

"Doesn't act like it," He said, quiet and drained.

Now Phil turned and walked over to him, kneeling once more, a sorrow and a fondness in his face. "He's always been like that. Tommy's young, and he's stupid, and he's headstrong. But he loves his family, you have to give him that." He fixed the blankets around Techno. "That means you."

The frozen wind outside battered against the library windows. Technoblade wasn't afraid, or angry, but something bubbled up then, puke or outrage or the lingering stinging pain of betrayal. He gripped Philza's arm-

"I'm not- I'm not anything to him, nothing, just a... a tool. Something to, to threathen people with. To use to do his dirty work!" Shapes swirled and shifted colors in his vision; he felt fire on his skin and ash in his lungs. "I told him, I told him my code, I told him what I wanted, exactly who I was and what I would do... what did he do? Did he listen to me? No! I tried- damn it, we tried it his way! I used my words Phil, I told him..." But no, Tommy didn't listen, Tommy never listened, only ever listened to what he wanted to hear... maybe, maybe Tommy did love them but he loved them wrong, and he loved his doomed nation and broken, posioned ideals more.

Phil used his free hand to hold Techno's, curled tightly into the fabric of his robe. "I know you did, son, I know..."

A growl rumbled in Techno's throat and he pressed his eyes shut. "And when it didn't work, I did it my way. He didn't like it my way." Tommy never liked it his way. "It was peer pressure the first time... you know, all those people telling me, I didn't make that choice... I didn't!" He remembered, Schlatt bellowing in his ear, all those eyes watching, Tubbo's eyes, his wide and teary eyes... "But I lived with it, Phil, I've lived with it every damn day since."

"I know you have." Just a soft reassurance as Phil rubbed circles into the back of his hand.

"We fought about it, we had the conversation, we used our words and we used our fists and we used them and they didn't work." They were supposed to work, why didn't they work? Something was supposed to work. "They didn't work and he was still so angry! Supposed to stay in the pit, I said, it stays in the pit... it didn't stay in the pit, Phil, it crawled back up with us and it's following him and eating him alive..." Tommy let the thing out, maybe it was already out and following him, either way it was there, and it was hungry.

"He's trying, Techno. He's angry, and it's his responsibility to deal with that anger. It's not your fault." Philza's voice almost cracked, it got all whispery and fragile and it hurt.

Technoblade shook his head, a wild look in his eyes. "And he's letting it! He let it eat him up and let it eat his country up and eat Wil up and eat everything up... but it's so much bigger than him, Phil, it's angry, it's eating everything up. Is it eating me up, Phil?"

"No, Techno, it's not. You're away from L'Manburg now, you're cold and you're sick but you're safe."

He laughed, shaky and fading like aftershocks from an earthquake. "Safe, safe... I thought we were safe. The war was supposed to happen and the war was supposed to be over and we were supposed to be free." Free, free... how stupid was he? He trusted them, he trusted Wilbur, he trusted Tommy, he trusted them like he always did. He left to get away from it and he came back and fell into it all over again.

"I let them in my base, Phil, my secret base... I let them in and they ransacked it! I checked, I checked just a few days ago and so much was gone! So much more than I gave! But that's just what they do right? They take and they take and they take!" They give nothing back, they use him and throw him out, and Technoblade says nothing, said nothing because he didn't know what to say, because words always failed him. But violence never fails him. "They killed my cows, Phil! They took stacks of emeralds and they killed my cows and they waltzed all over the place like they owned it!"

"That sounds awful, Techno, I'm sorry..." Philza's voice trailed off, as if he'd run out of comforts to offer. And that was fine.

"And then, and then, and then..." His grip went slack. His face burned and hurt and went red but he didn't cry, no, he didn't cry. "They took my armor and my weapons and after the war I helped them win they took it all and spat in my face. They made a government! A new government!" He hit his fist against Phil's chest, his jaw clenched so tight, his palms white and red from his claws pressing in. "Just right in front of me, just declared Tubbo president, just let him give his little speech and laughed in my face, Tommy always laughs..."

Phil moved to sink his hand in Techno's hair, brushing through the loose parts with his fingers. "They didn't understand everything you did for them, they fought for their country back and they took it, and they didn't think about you. I'm sorry."

Technoblade took a sharp breath. "And Wil..."

And Phil's face hardened, tense and pained. "There's nothing you could've done for Wil, Techno. He was too far gone."

"Nothing, nothing... nothing but ash and smoke and blood and fire." They listened to him, for once. For a single moment they stopped and stared. They wept, so terribly afraid of him, and fought bloody and dirty through their tears. And Wilbur, in the cloud of soot and agony he'd brought upon these people he was supposed to love and to lead, he begged Phil to kill him with a smile on his face.

"It was a horrible day, Techno."

With that sentence, sinking down as light as a feather yet unimaginably heavy, Techno let his head fall into Phil's chest. "All gone and what to show for it? Nothing, nothing... the minotaur fell and the city was swallowed up in dust and rubble."

Philza held him. "New L'Manburg looks beautiful, Techno."

"New L'Manburg is built on bones and death and lies and betrayal, Phil, it's poison and it's a curse and... and it's eating itself up..." His voice, sapped of the energy from before, was just a breath in the air.

"Tommy will be fine, Techno."

Technoblade felt the tears as deep cuts down his cheeks, felt them soak into Phil's robes. "Tommy hates me, Phil. I just don't know if he hates himself more." A person had to hate themselves, to do all the things Tommy did, to see everything that became of it, and to try the same thing again.

"And he chose this, he chose this 'government' and these laws and to follow this same path that drove him into the ground before..." He said, dizzy and numb, "...and I shouldn't care. Shouldn't bother me, not my problem, shouldn't worry about it, shouldn't think about it..."

Phil smiled, so much sadder this time. "But you do."

"But I do and I don't."

"Because you love him."

"I love him and I hate him."

Techno looked at Tommy and he saw a little boy. Maybe that was just him being an older brother. Maybe it was because Tommy was still childish and crude. Maybe it was because Tommy had suffered so much- the revolutions, the exile, the war and the bloodshed and the betrayal- he never quite got the chance to really grow up. And so Tommy hung onto that bit of reckless youth he had left, and Techno held onto it the same. That didn't give him a free pass. But... it made sense.

Technoblade was his brother, afterall. With Wilbur gone they just had each other.

Philza, their father, their anchor, their beginning and their end (literally in Wilbur's case), smiled again and ruffled his hair.

"Well, that's just part of being part of a family, isn't it?"

Techno thought about that, he thought about that hard, and he must've thought about it too hard because the world started dimming and turning to black. Philza held him and soothed him as he fell into a light sleep, shallow yet somehow fulfilling.

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The desperation in this guy's eyes.

My boy nearly died (presumably forced to protect Charlie by his deal), and wants to escape and strike back more than anything.

Requested, image description/edit: Alastor having a breakdown from nearly getting killed by Adam, hands grabbing his head, his red eyes darting around and his perpetual smile is extremely strained, baring gum.

Sneaking Around - Sebastian x F! Farmer

Rating: M

Warnings: NSFW (MDNI), oral sex, vaginal sex, terrible humor, submissive Sebastian, Farmer sneaking around with the sheer purpose of fucking the emo

Word Count: 5.7K

A/N: Sebastian brain rot continues

You and Sebastian had been “hanging out” for about two months, hanging out being the term you use because despite the fact that you’ve kissed him (only once you might add) the two of you hadn’t really defined your relationship yet. However, despite the fact that labels were currently up in the air, both of you were still hesitant to let anyone else know about the amount of time the two of you were spending together. Most nights you would find yourself precariously sneaking past Robin to make your way to your not quite boyfriends bedroom, where you two would spend the night watching terrible B list horror movies and eating stupid amounts of popcorn. If Sam or Abigail asked about how you two got along, you’d always find yourselves either deflecting away from the question, or answering with a “they’re pretty cool” or “they’re fun to hang with”. It was starting to grate on your nerves.

Tonight was no different. You approached 24 Mountain Road at about 7:30 PM, knowing that by this time Robin and Demetrius were more than likely getting ready for bed, and Maru was probably locked up in her room working on her latest invention. You had about 30 minutes to get in and get to Sebastian’s room before Robin came out to lock the door, like she did every night at exactly 8PM.

You opened the door slowly, freezing when you heard it give a small squeak of resistance. Deciding not to push you luck and risk it making more noise if you opened it further, you quietly slipped through the small gap you’d made before silently shutting the door behind yourself. The house was silent save for the quiet hum of a TV coming from Robin’s bedroom. You peaked your head around the corner, making sure her door was shut before slipping around and down the stairs to Sebastian’s basement bedroom, not even bothering to knock as you opened the door and rushed inside. Looking at the time, it was 7:45, perfect timing.

Looking around, you saw Sebastian at his computer, fingers nimbly ghosting along the keyboard as he typed line after line of code, eyes trained on the screen in front of him and headphones over his ears, it didn’t appear that he had even noticed your entrance. Perfect.

You clocked Sebastian as handsome the second you saw him on your second day in Pelican Town. You were out at the dock, Willy had sent you a letter to come by that morning and you were down there to meet him. It was a rainy Tuesday, most of the town were in their right mind to stay in doors in such nasty weather, but when you got to the dock, you noticed another person there with you, across the way on the opposite bridge. His hair was dark and plastered to his slim face, he sat at the edge of the peer, one knee pulled up to his chest, the other dangling off the edge, his elbow perched on his knee, a lit cigarette in his hand that he periodically brought to his lips.

“Who’s that?” You’d asked Willy after he’d gifted you his old fishing rod. The angler looked out to the opposite peer.

“Him? Oh that’s the carpenters boy, Sebastian I think his name is. He comes out here when it rains, kid’s interesting I’ll give him that.”

You met Sebastian properly the next day, he and Sam were outside Sam’s house, the blonde working through another level on his gameboy while Sebastian looked over his shoulder, cigarette in hand. Having already met Sam on your first day, you walked over to greet him.

“Oh hey, (Y/N)!” Sam greeted you when he looked up from the screen. “What’s going on?”

“I was just picking up some stuff from Pierre, thought I’d stop by and say hello.” You replied, holding your bag of goodies from the general store. “What are you two up to?”

“Nothin’ much, playin’ some games, chatting, that sort of thing,” Sam looked over to his friend before a look or recognition crossed his face. “(Y/N) I don’t think you’ve met Sebastian.” He pitched a thumb to the dark haired boy beside him, who only offered a glance to you. “He lives like right down the road from you.”

You took the opportunity to really look at Sebastian, he was tall, at least a few inches taller than Sam, who himself was not particularly short. His hair was dark, parted to the side and a stark contrast to the fairness of his skin. He was slender, the hoodie he wore looking to be a few sizes too big on his thin frame, his face was handsome though, sharp and angular with some of the most piercing gray eyes you’d ever seen, eyes that appeared to stare into your soul. “I’m (Y/N),” you greeted sweetly. “It’s nice to meet you, Sebastian.”

“Welcome to Pelican Town,” Sebastian’s voice was low but not extremely so, it was nice. “Out of all the places you could have gone, for some reason you chose this place.” He almost seemed amused. Something in your gut told you he was interesting.

You would spend the next several months getting to know Abigail and Sam, and it took a few more months after that for Sebastian to finally begin opening up to you. Getting through his thick outer shell was hard, but you eventually managed to crack it open, exposing the vulnerable boy underneath. The boy who felt displaced in his own home, under appreciated and undervalued by his mother and step father.

Right now, you leaned against the closed door of Sebastian’s bedroom, arms crossed over your chest as you watched him work. Normally he was done with work by now, usually waiting for you on his sofa or bed, but you guessed tonight was either a late night, or he had lost track of time, the latter would be your guess. You pushed yourself off the door, quietly slinking around his desk to stand behind him, watching for a moment as strings of code appeared on the screen as he typed.

Tonight would be different. Tonight you were finally going to get a label out of him, you were tired of not knowing what you meant to him, when you knew he meant so much to you. Slowly and gently, you placed your hands on either of his shoulders, feather light touches as you smoothed them over the soft fabric of his jacket, curling your arms around his neck as you leaned down to rest your head on his shoulder.

His fingers paused on the keyboard, taking a moment before reaching up to pull the headphones from his ears, turning his head slightly to greet you, a slightly tired look in his gray eyes. You smiled, placing a kiss on his cheek. “It’s almost 8 computer man.” You said against his skin.

“It’s that late already?” He asked, glancing down at the time at the bottom of his computer screen. Quickly, he moved his mouse over to the button highlighted ‘save’, and closed his file, turning around in his chair so he could face you clearly. “Any ideas on what you want to do tonight?” He asked. His eyes were completely innocent, as was the question, your mind however, was less so.

“I’ve got a couple.” You answered as he stood from his chair, once again towering over you, walking over to a shelf to look through his movie collection to find one the two of you hadn’t already seen. Yes, you definitely had a few ideas in mind.

***

Sebastian was always so warm, you’d noticed as you laid next to him on his bed. He was practically a furnace with the amount of heat he kicked off. The two of you sat in silence as the movie played, some cheap knock off of Godzilla, the effects were terrible and the script was laughable but that’s what made it fun. It was always like this, sitting side by side, arms occasionally brushing but other than that, minimal contact between the two of you. Originally, when the two of you first started these “date nights” you though that maybe he didn’t like you the way you liked him, but then you remembered that night, looking out at the lights of Zuzu City in the distance. He’d kissed you that night, so clearly he was interested in more than just a friendship. You kept expecting him to make the first move, an arm around your shoulder one night, maybe a hand on your thigh, but no, he was ever the gentleman, every night keeping his hands to himself, it was starting to drive you up the wall. However, you had made your decision, tonight you were going to make some waves, whether those waves were good or bad, was yet to be seen, but it was time to enact the first past of your plan.

You maneuvered, feigning a desire to get more comfortable when in reality you were moving to get closer to Sebastian, encircling one arm around his front to rest at the hem of his hoodie, your head coming to rest on his shoulder. You felt him freeze for only a moment before he relaxed into it, one of his arms coming up to wrap around your shoulder, forcing your head off of his shoulder and onto his chest. Part one was a success! Now for part two, which was going to be a little more tricky.

Your fingers played with the hem of his hoodie, occasionally slipping underneath just enough for the slightest touch of skin, the first time you’d done it the poor boy jumped, your fingers were cold against his heated skin, but he didn’t stop you, instead, the hand he had wrapped around your shoulder began tracing lines up and down your side, it was hypnotizing to say the least, but you had to stay focused.

Slowly, you slipped your fingers further and further under his shirt, you felt his abdominal muscles tense as you traced patterns onto his skin, making sure to keep your face schooled, as to not let him in on your plan. He was handling it well, fingers on your side rarely faulting, even as you looked up, placing a chaste kiss on his throat. You lips lingered on his skin for a moment before you pulled away.

“Something tells me you’re not watching the movie.” Sebastian said, despite the obvious amusement in his tone, you heard the slight waver of his voice. So you were effecting him.

“I’m watching something more interesting.” You whispered agains the skin of his neck.

“Why do I feel like you’re throwing out some hints?”

“I’ve been throwing out hints for the past few months but thanks for noticing.” That got a light chuckle out of him, just a soft breathy noise.

“How could you ever be not 100% enraptured in discount Godzilla?” Sebastian joked, finally looking down to meet your gaze, his eyes were cool, but you saw the glint of interest in them, curiosity even.

“Is discount Godzilla more interesting then a willing and eager girl in your lap?”

“Well I don’t know, seeing as there is not currently a willing and eager girl in my lap.”

“So sorry, let me fix that.” You sat up, slinging a leg over his lap so you were properly straddling him, his hands immediately coming to rest on your hips as your tucked your head against his shoulder, placing another kiss on his throat.

“You’re right, this is much more interesting than discount Godzilla.” Sebastian laughed as you planted a kiss just below his ear, before sitting back to meet his eyes. “Now my only question is what to do with her.”

“I’ve got a few ideas.” You said as you leaned forward, slotting your lips with his, the first kiss you’ve had with him in months and it was intoxicating. The kiss itself was chaste, innocent, just like the first one had been. It only lasted for a few moments before you pulled back, Just far enough to look him in the eyes, those steel gray eyes that had caught so much of your attention the first time you saw them. Your hands slid up his chest to rest on his shoulders, one of your thumbs grazing over the skin of his throat, such fair skin, skin that you would love to mark all over.

You don’t know who moved first, but before you knew it your lips were back on his, a desperate kiss that had you gasping as you pulled him infinitely closer, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you in. You practically shoved your tongue into his mouth, earning a desperate whimper from him, a sound that went straight to your core. One of your hands came to rest at the base of his throat, pushing ever so slightly, not enough to restrict his breathing, but enough to push him back against the headboard, a gentle knock of his head against the wood.

Your other hand moved down, once again slipping beneath the hem of his hoodie to press against the hot skin of his abdomen. “Take it off?” You asked against this lips. He didn’t make a verbal response, instead only nodding as he reluctantly pulled away from the kiss. You helped him pull the hoodie up over his torso until he tossed it across the room, where to, you didn’t care right now. “Good boy.” You said before you could stop yourself. You froze for only a moment, waiting to see his reaction, but instead of rejection, you were met with a whine. A fucking whine! You knew the game to play now.

You smiled into his lips when you kissed him again, hands moving to travel over his now exposed chest. “Are you going to keep being good for me?” You all but whispered against his mouth. You felt him nod. “Use your words, Sebastian.”

“Yes.” Was all he said before you moved lower, planting open mouth kisses over his neck, starting just below his ear. You contemplated leaving a mark, nice and dark where he couldn’t hide it, so everyone would know he was taken, spoken for.

You could feel his growing erection under you, straining against the fabric of his jeans. You planted a kiss to his collar bone as one of your hands traveled south, cupping him through has pants. He hissed at the friction your hand gave him, his head once again falling back against the headboard.

“This is definitely not what I was expecting to happen tonight.” Sebastian panted out as you applied more pressure to his clothed cock. You looked up at him, meeting his eyes again.

“Do you want to stop?” It was a simple question, and if he said yes and you would, no questions or rebuttals. He was silent for all but a moment before,

“No.” You smiled as your lips found his again, your hand moving from his cock to the button of his jeans, popping it open to slip your hand inside and palm him through his boxers.

“Tell me, was it the ‘good boy’ that got you this hard?” You asked, and you swore you heard him moan.

“Among other things.” He hissed out as you wrapped your fingers around him through his boxers. You smiled, you were going to wreck this boy.

The movie was still playing in the background as you coaxed Sebastian to lay on his back, chest heaving as you pulled your hand from inside of his pants, only to hook your fingers into his waistband, pulling his jeans and boxers together far enough to let his cock spring free, precum already leaking from the tip, he was so worked up and you felt as if you’d hardly done anything yet.

Part of you wanted to pin him to the bed, climb on top and ride him until you couldn’t remember your own name, but that could wait until the next time, tonight you had a very specific plan. You wrapped your fingers around the base of his cock, squeezing slightly just to hear him hiss. Leaning down you placed a gentle kiss on his hip bone, looking up at him through your lashes.

“Red means stop.” You said as your hand began to move, sliding to the head of his cock. He nodded, panting as you collected the precum at the tip into your hand to use as lubricant as you stroked him, slowly at first, letting him get used to you, experimenting with different levels of grip before you started working him faster.

Sebastian brought a hand to his mouth, biting down on his knuckles to keep from making too much noise as your hand stroked up and down his length. You felt him attempt to thrust up into you hand, at which point your other one came to pin his hips to the bed, drawing out another whine from his throat. Sebastian was well endowed, a solid 7 inches, thick enough to take your entire hand, your fingertips barely meeting, staring down at his swollen cock, you couldn’t help but wonder what he tasted like.

You leaned down, flattening your tongue against the underside of the head, and he nearly wailed, would have, had he not brought his other hand to press against his mouth as well. You could tell he was getting close as your closed your lips around the head of his cock, laving your tongue over the slit, feeling him shudder beneath you. His moans got louder, higher pitched the closer he got, all the way until he was at the precipice, ready to fall, when suddenly you pulled away.

Sebastian gasped at the sudden change, nearly choking on the air, meeting your eyes, you could see the tears in his eyes. You grinned, placing a gentle kiss on his stomach. “I didn’t say you could cum yet.” You smiled as you dragged your tongue up his chest to lap at his throat, this time not hesitating to suck a mark there, marring his fair skin for all to see. He was still panting, trying to catch his breath.

“Please,” he whispered as you began your descent down his torso again, giving gentle nips to his skin along the way, until you once again reached the bones of his hips, flattening your tongue over his skin. “(Y/N), please.” You smiled against his flesh.

“Please what?” You looked up at him again, his face was flushed, pupils blown out wide with want, breath coming out in short pants.

“Please let me cum.” He said so nicely, you were tempted to give in, but what’s the fun in that?

“And how would I do that, baby?” You stroked the skin of his inner thigh, well what you could reach with his pants still in the way.

“Please touch me.”

“I am touching you, Seb.”

“No.” He flopped his head against the pillow. You smiled once more.

“You gotta be specific babe.” You started, tracing soothing circles into the skin of his hips. “Tell me.”

He was silent for a moment, seemingly choosing his words carefully. “Please touch my cock.” There it is.

“Good boy.” You said as you hooked your fingers into his waistband again, this time pulling his jeans and boxers all the way off, shoving them to the floor as you made yourself comfortable between Sebastian’s legs. You heard his whine again, his hips giving an involuntary thrust up at the praise. Your clothes felt too tight, still fully intact as Sebastian lay in front of you completely bare, spread out and waiting for you to take him. You leaned down to press a kiss to the base of his cock, ripping a choked out gasp from his throat as you dragged your tongue from his base to the tip, tasting the saltiness of his precum at the head. Wrapping your lips around him once more, you took him further into your mouth, letting the tip of his cock hit nearly the back of your throat before pulling back again, dragging your tongue along the underside as you hollowed your cheeks, hand wrapped around what you couldn’t fit.

His hands found your hair as you proceeded to take him in your mouth, lavishing his cock with your tongue. The noises he made switched from moans to whines and back again as you moved your head up and down. He clasped a hand over his mouth to keep the noises from being to loud, not wanting to let the whole house know good he was being taken apart. His grip in your hair tightened as he painted your name, a litany of ‘please’ and ‘yes’ sprinkled in. He was getting close again his hips thrusting up into your mouth. You let him.

“(Y/N),” he choked out your name as you took more of him in your mouth. “(Y/N), close, so close, please, please.” He sounded wrecked, eyes shut and tear tracks down his cheeks as you sucked hard, moving just a little bit faster. You wanted to feel him cum, taste him and swallow everything he had down your throat.

Sebastian’s back arched off the bed as he came, flooding your mouth with his cum, which you happily took. He gasped soundlessly as his body tensed around you, his grip in your hair nearly painful, but sending pulsing heat to your core nonetheless.

He collapsed back on to the bed, chest heaving with the intensity of his orgasm. You let his softening cock fall from your lips, climbing up his body to kiss him again, pushing your tongue into his mouth with little resistance, smiling at his responding moan. His hands came up to wrap around your waist again, pulling your closer and deepening the kiss.

You felt his heated hands slip under your shirt, his palms flat against your sides as he slid your shirt up your torso. You broke the kiss, sitting up so you could completely remove it, reaching back and unclasping your bra, tossing it across the room. Sebastian’s eyes were glued to you, sitting up to press his lips to your chest, kissing your clavicle before moving lower, planting kisses over the curve of your breasts, one hand coming up to graze his thumb over your nipple, pulling a startled gasp from your lips. His fingers trailed deftly down your torso, fingertips calloused from years of typing, as he reached the waistband of your jeans, popping open the button and pulling the garment past the curve of your hips, along with your panties. You moved to get your jeans off of your legs, dropping them to the floor as you moved to once again straddle Sebastian’s lap, wrapping your arms around his neck as you kissed him.

“And to think, we could have been doing this the whole time instead of watching B list horror movies.” You stated against his lips as you rolled your hips against this, his cock starting to once again so interest.

“What you don’t think discount Godzilla adds to the mood?” Sebastian joked, and you found yourself giggling into his mouth.

“Something you wanna share with the class about your affinity for Kaiju?”

“He must have a massive cock.” This time you really laughed, tucking your head against his shoulder, he smiled against your hair as his hands strokes up and down your sides. He placed a kiss just under your jaw before you found yourself on your back, Sebastian hovering over you, he leaned down and pressed a hard kiss to your lips. You gladly open your mouth for him, letting his tongue into your mouth as he settles himself between your legs.

He kissed under your jaw, trailing his lips down your throat, you felt him sucking marks into your skin, but you didn’t care. He trailed further, placing kisses down your chest, sucking a few marks onto the curve of your breasts before dragging his tongue over one of your nipples, you arched your back into his touch, which he was all too pleased about by the look of his smile when he began to continue his descent down your body. He kissed down your stomach, down to your hips, where he marked you again. He carefully pushed your thighs further apart, admiring how you were spread out before him. He latched his lips onto the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, pulling a gasp from your lips as he sucked another mark there, and another and another until you were sure your inner thighs were going to be black and blue by morning.

Your breathing was heavy as he inched closer to your core. “To think,” he started, propping himself on one elbow while the other hand came to brush his knuckles against your throbbing heat, a ghost of a touch, but enough to light your skin on fire. “All this time you’ve been giving me pleasure, when you were so worked up yourself.” He slipped on of his fingers through your folds, teasing just at your entrance, but never daring to push inside. You were desperate to feel him inside.

“Well you were being so good for me, how was I supposed to focus on anything else?” You felt Sebastian sigh against your thigh. You wanted to tell him to hurry up, to put his mouth on you, devour you like you knew he wanted to. Instead he proceeded to place kisses everywhere but here you really wanted him. You were about to say something when without warning he licked a strip from your entrance to your clit, making you choke on your gasp. Your hands find his hair as he does it again before focusing his attention on your swollen clit, his arms wound around your thighs, pulling your legs further apart and half yanking you down further to meet his mouth. One of your hands moved from his hair to your mouth, covering it with the back of your hand to stifle the loud noises that wanted so badly to breech from your throat.

Sebastian lapped at your core like he was a man dying of thirst and your soaked cunt was the only source of water. You thrust your hips up, or tried to, as he had your hips in an ironclad grip, arching your back as he gave a rough hard suck to your clit. “Sebastian,” you gasped out, you felt him hum against you, sending a spark of electricity up your spine. Your grip tightened in his hair. “Fuck, baby, so good, you’re doing so good.” You babbled out, barely registering the moan from the man between your legs as he pulled you impossibly closer. The room was filled with the lewd slick noises of Sebastian’s ministrations on your cunt, combined with the quiet moans and gasps that escaped your lips, muffled by your hand. You wished you could be loud, make sure he knew just how good he was working you, just how thoroughly he was wrecking you with his tongue, but you definitely didn’t want the way Sebastian’s family found out about the two of you be because they were woken up at 1 am by the sounds of their son giving the sweet farmer girl from down the road the most amazing sex of her life.

You barely contained as scream when two of his long fingers penetrated you, scissoring inside of you as he stretched you open. He thrusted the two digits in and out of you, curling them in a come hither motion that had you seeing stars. You were getting close, each lap of his tongue and curl of his fingers pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Don’t stop,” you panted, gripping the pillow behind you for leverage as your spine arched off the bed, attempting to get closer to him, if that was even possible. “So close, baby I’m so close, fuck, make me cum.” Sebastian hummed against you again and you felt yourself fall, the coil wound so tight finally snapping as you came, hand locking over your mouth to keep your scream inside as your body tensed, your lungs spasming as you tried desperately to take in air. He worked you through it, only pulling away when you pulled at his hair. He placed kisses over your hips and up your stomach as you panted, kissing up your chest and neck until he reached you lips. Your hands tangled into his hair as he kissed you, one hand gripping behind your thigh to hike your leg up over his hip, you could feel his cock, rock hard against your core.

The movie had long since ended, the bright white words spelling ‘play’ being the only thing to illuminate the room. He gave you a minute before reaching down to align himself with your entrance, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he pushed into you, making you impossibly full as your hands scrambled for purchase over the skin of his back, your nails surly leaving angry red marks over his flesh. You pressed your lips against his shoulder as he bottomed out inside of you, buried to the hilt inside your heat. You could feel him trembling above you, not daring to move just yet, you let him get his bearings while you lavished the skin of his neck and shoulder with kisses, nipping gently at his skin.

Before long you felt his pull almost all the way out, covering your mouth with his own before slamming hard back into you, swallowing your gasp. He set a steady pace, fucking into you roughly while your nails bit into his shoulders. The room was full of the sounds of gasps and broken moans as he slammed into you, one of his hands coming to grip at your hip, lifting your hips just barely off the bed, but allowing him to get so much deeper, and you couldn’t help the moan the was ripped out of your throat, although he didn’t seem to care much as he buried his head against your shoulder, nipping at your sensitive skin as he picked up his pace.

Your moans became high pitched, trying desperately to stifle the noise by sucking mark after mark onto his shoulder. “Sebastian, seba- fuck.” A litany of his name fell from your lips, panting against his flesh before he faced you again to engulf you in a breath stealing kiss. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” You pleaded into the kiss.

“(Y/N),” he all but moaned as his hips stuttered. He filled you so completely, his cock hitting every spot inside of you on every thrust, the grip he had on your hip tight enough you were sure you’d have bruises by morning, and you wanted them. You were approaching the edge again and fast, as you grasped for any kind of purchase, legs wrapping tight around his waist as his pace got faster and faster. “Close,” he gasped against your lips. “So close, fuck, (Y/N).” You tightened your legs around him, pulling him as close as you could.

“Come on baby,” you encouraged him, gasping at a particularly well aimed thrust. “Cum for me, fill me with it, I want it please!” You gasped out, Sebastian choked on air as his rhythm started to stutter some more. He grasped your body tight as he came, his cum spilling into you, filling you more, you toppled over the edge with him, letting out cry as he fucked the both of you through it.

Eventually the only sounds in the room were the sounds of panting, as the two of you caught your breath, Sebastian propping himself up on his elbows as he hovered above you, before slowly pulling out of you to collapse onto his back, chest heaving.

“Wow,” he choked out. You turned to your side to look at him, his dark hair scattered, unkempt from the way your fingers had raked through it, figuring your own hair wasn’t much better. You smiled up at him as you moved to lay your head on his chest, his arm coming to wrap around you, fingertips tracing lazy patterns into your skin. “Next time we have sex, we’re doing it at your house.” You felt your heart warm at his words.

“Agreed,” you said, planting a kiss on his chest. “That way I can hear all those pretty little moans.” His responding whine sending a dulled heat back to your core.

It was quiet for a while, part of you though he had fallen asleep, you were startled when he spoke. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” He all but whispered into your hair. You felt the question rise in your throat, pressing your lips to his neck when you asked.

“Why’d you wait?”

Sebastian sighed. “I don’t know if it’s hard to tell, but I’m not exactly popular with people,” he confessed, you hummed in response. “We already had something good, and I wasn’t sure if you wanted more and I didn’t want to risk it.” You lifted yourself up onto your elbow, placing a hand on his jaw to turn his head to look at you, his gray eyes meeting your own. You pressed a chaste but passionate kiss to his lips, which he responded to in kind as his other arm came to wrap around your waist.

“I want everything you have to give.” You confessed against his lips.

***

“Woah someone got lucky last night.” Sam exclaimed walking into the saloon that next night, seeing Sebastian already waiting for him at the pool table. “Who was the lucky lady… or dude, I don’t judge my best friends taste.”

Sebastian stiffened, attempting to pull the collar of his hoodie up to cover the very obvious hickie that you had left on his throat. He seemed to stumble for an answer before he was interrupted by the sound of two more entering the back room, you and Abigail rounding the corner together, giggling about who knows what. Abigail went to her usual spot on the couch, ready to watch as Sam got his ass handed to him again in pool, while you walked over to Sebastian, reaching up to place a kiss on his cheek before moving to go sit next to your friend.

Sebastian felt the flush rising up his neck, glancing up at his best friend to see an awestruck disbelieving look on his face, it would have been funny if it wasn’t directed at him.

“How the fuck did you pull-“ Same started.

“I don’t know.”

By The Moon; ONGOING

(pls ignore time stamps)

disclaimer: spelling and grammar mistakes are included. ♡

↳ warnings: swear words

namjoon x reader au; soulmate!au

In a world where two souls are bonded for life, your soul tattoo or mark appears once you lock eyes with your soulmate. Y/n, was born with hers. She’s not really curious as to why though, so she just lets it be. She was too busy causing trouble and living her best life with her best friends anyways. It’s her last year of high school and she’s determined to to make the very best of it. No worries, no drama, just having fun. But what happens when she locks eyes with this nerdy looking kid who transferred at the start of senior year? She finds herself with a burning tattoo and bond she not even sure she’s ready for. Who was this kid? how does he know her friends? what’s in his past that he can’t seem to get over? and most importantly, what the fuck does the moon have to do with all of this?

prologue

1 - head game strong

2 - problems???

3 - R A V E N

4 - selfish

5 - 25 to life

6 - i would kill for you

7 - purple

8 - one step at a time

9 - reality check

10 - civil

11 - on my soulmate bond

12 - i’m struggling here fellas

13 - namjooning

14 - art

15 - missed you

16 - i’ve disappointed myself

17 - it’s the bunny smile

18 - shit show

19 - that’s rough buddy

20 - careful

21 - skank waffles

22 - i fucked up

23 - confused and stupid

24 - exquisite if you will

25 - i’ll kill her

26 - what if?

27 - food coma

28 - so did you

29 - ooop there it is

30 - for a long time

31 - baby

32 - i hope you stay

33 - hands of a goddess

34 - make me choose

35 - exhausted

36 - hook, line, and sinker

37 - don’t act

38 - that’s what i thought

39 - now why tf

40 - i lost

41 - void

42 - her over me

43 - i don’t care

44 - i love her

45 - thank FUCK

46 - moon souls

47 - whether you love him

48 - i’m an idiot

49 - kookie wookie

50 - you think it’s fun?

51 - the project part 1

52 - the project part 2

53 - toe licker

54 - hell yeah he is

55 - By The Moon, The end.

epilogue

BNHA masterlist

Aizawa Shouta:

Oneshots:

Background Music

Midoriya Izuku: 

Oneshots:

Moral Support

Todoroki Shouto:

Oneshots:

Worried

Shirakumo Oboro:

Headcanons:

Helping his S/O who has a strong quirk

Shinsou Hitoshi:

The Mentor’s Child (a multichapter fic): Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Oneshots:

Your Feelings Matter

Amajiki Tamaki:

Headcanons:

Having an underclassman S/O

Dabi:

Oneshots:

The Smell of Jealousy (Omega!Dabi x Alpha!reader)

My Body Is Failing

Hi everyone, I'm a disabled intersex jewish lesbian. My mucous membranes are literally sloughing off layers of skin and im in agony. please help me cover my cost of living while i struggle to figure out what the hell is happening to me. I have not been working consistently due to this. Thank you for taking the time to read this and stay safe

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work friends (miruko x reader, part 1)

summary: Suddenly, her blood felt too hot and steamy. Like lava that devoured roads. She wanted to pinch the woman’s cheeks. The thought caused a light red cloud to drift across the hero’s face. A brush felt foreign on her face. Usagiyama’s cheeks burned; hot blood that scorched her veins.

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basically based off of a prompt i found on tumblr, “we’re not friends and you fucking know it.” (you’ll eventually find out why, am big horny 4 this stupid bunny!!)

word count:  1731

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