BG3 Fanfic Masterlist

Sharing my new interactive BG3 fanfic, where you play as Tav. It works just like a Choose Your Own Adventure!

In this fic you can romance any of the following: Astarion, Gale, and a 3rd (secret) option.

Title: The Molten Throne

Description: Yes, you defeated the Netherbrain. But did you really finish off all those loose ends?

Link to play: https://glimmerfics.com/stories/molten

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October Sun

you had a secret. one that you'd been sworn to keep since gurgling your first words. you hadn't planned on making your abilities known, but when devilishly handsome Wally Clark—died October 1983—accidentally reveals that your classmate and friend is among the community of ghosts haunting your high school, you throw caution to the wind. suddenly, you find yourself completely immersed in the mystery of Maddie's death while also at the mercy of a wayward, lust-connection between yourself and Wally, desperate to keep your head above water as your connection to the spiritual world is tested.

warnings: eventual smutty smut smut. and mad spoilers. and obvious Canon divergence. very involved, very dense plot.

below is the complete list of chapters of October Sun (Wally Clark x fem!reader). you can also find all content related to October Sun HERE and it is also available on AO3.

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PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5

PART 6 | PART 7 | PART 8 | PART 9 | PART 10

PART 11 | PART 12 | PART 13 | PART 14 | PART 15

PART 16 | PART 17 | PART 18 | PART 19 | PART 20

PART 21 | PART 22 | PART 23 | PART 24 | PART 25

PART 26 | PART 27 | PART 28 | PART 29 | PART 30

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bruises and quiet aches — ominis gaunt x fem!reader x sebastian sallow Part III

Part I here ❤︎ Part II here ❤︎

Here is part three! I'm happy so many of you enjoyed part two ❤︎ Things are, ehm... heating up to say the least in this one B) hehehe... Let me know if you'd like a fourth part ❤︎

plot summary: older ominis gaunt x fem!reader x Sebastian sallow

warnings: recommended 18+, smutty (but nothing too explicit), a little angsty, slow burn, kissing, mention of blood

The world had fallen mute, at least for a second. You narrowed your eyes at the embellished ceiling and its murals that moved gracefully above you — slowly dragging you upwards. The painted, luscious trees swayed in the wind, revealing something glistening behind its green curtains, and around the branches, stems, and into the ground and up again, swirled a large, lean, white serpent. You tried to find the face of the snake but were unsuccessful. Yet, you could sense that it was watching you from behind the anonymity of the leaves.

Your swollen, blurry gaze tried to adjust to the evening sun peering into Ominis’ bedroom. It was as spacious as his office and each room seemed to be able to fit another manor in it — grand to a tee. At first you said no to his suggestion to rest that sounded more like a command, to take a nap — but then, trying to take a few steps off of his desktop, you felt your legs cave beneath you. So, now you found yourself lying on your back in his crisp, amber, cotton sheets. Regardless of the numerous empty guest rooms, he insisted on you sleeping in his. His point being: you were not a guest. Which made Sebastian snort and roll his eyes and left you with the ever returning question of: where does that leave me? The burning sensation left on your lips from Sebastian having crashed his own upon them pointed you towards one answer, but having him flee to the other side of the building as the incident eventually dawned on him, as your presence dawned on him, only pointed you towards a sea of even more questions. Your visit was tumultuous, indeed — for all of you. You were all experiencing growing pains safely tucked away for several years, because as you returned to your past, you realised you never truly left it in the first place – and everywhere you looked, you could find yourself.

Knock, knock, knock…

Quickly awakening from the tangle of your thoughts you looked towards the other end of the room, and before you knew it, Ominis appeared from behind the doors. His dark eyebrows curved perfectly above his fog-laced eyes. He was now wearing a midnight-blue, thin knit that praised his frost-kissed skin – as his white shirt had gotten blood on it. He sauntered closer towards you in his bed, dragging his lean fingers through his pale-blond hair, only to have it fall in front of his eyes immediately. You dragged yourself upwards a little, resting against the black, wooden bedframe. ”Have you been able to sleep a little?” he asked as he got closer. Shifting on the bed you realised how timid you felt all of a sudden — trying to brush your hair in place with your fingers, even though he couldn’t see you.”Ye-” you started only to hear your own voice falter. Ominis’ pale eyes gazed towards you as he placed himself beside the bed. Feeling your cheeks burn hot, you cleared your throat. ”I did, yes — I managed to sleep for a little while… at least.” you spoke quietly. ”That’s good…” he hummed as his fingertips graced the sheets of his bed. ”-but you should rest for at least a couple of days…” he added, feeling his way forward until his fingers reached the bump of the fabric above your legs and feet, making them tingle. He sat down at the end of his bed next to your legs as his gaze rested somewhere on the rug, his hair falling softly in front of his eyes. ”-to let your body recoup.” he finished before sighing. ”How…” Ominis started, but fell silent. He seemed a little hesitant to you suddenly being there, at arms reach, after having been gone for so long. You could see the conflict within him play out in front of you — his eyebrows bowing, his jaw clenched. ”How does it look?” he finally spoke, softly yet a little strained, pointing towards you — aiming at your waist. You looked down as you carefully pulled up the oversized shirt you had borrowed from him. You sighed heavily as you let the red marks stretching across your skin sink in. ”I’ll be ok…” you muttered quietly. ”-thanks to you.” you finished, looking up at him just in time to see him nod. ”May I?” he asked, pointing yet again towards your waist — his misty eyes gazing out somewhere into the room. ”Eh-m-yeah…” you gulped. ”-of course.” you finished before sitting up a little straighter.

Ominis moved closer up towards you, feeling his way above the cotton duvet. You felt the weight of his hand above your shin, knee and thigh… Without thinking about it you held your breath. His hand moved gently across the border of the duvet and you, until his fingers landed on the warm skin of your stomach, making it flinch a little. Ominis looked calm as he slowly dragged his fingers above your skin until he felt the edges of the scar, on which he slowed down. All words were lost on you and it felt as if you’d seized to exist only to turn into the very tips of Ominis’ fingers. You felt him move above the scar tissue, slowly, gently, before he placed his entire hand above it — it was cold against your warm skin as it pressed down slightly. ”How does this feel?” he asked quietly. You couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed, flushed red, lips swollen, and unable to speak a single coherent word. For a moment you’d forgotten about the pain and the wound — all you could feel was Ominis. ”It’s…” you mumbled, forcing yourself to say something. ”It feels much better.” you managed quietly. Ominis lifted his hand off of you, making you frown at the loss of contact while feeling even more embarrassed at your sudden neediness — as if every year of quiet longing came rushing back. ”Glad to hear it.” Ominis spoke calmly. Yet, there was something lingering in his voice… A certain type of solemness. ”The scar will remain.” he added, still looking out into the room, but now, looking up at him, you saw that his cheeks were red too. Your lungs moved heavily within your chest. ”Resting should do you well.” he spoke. He was frustratingly stoic, formal, reserved. You sensed his leaving and searched rather desperately within your head for leverage until you finally opened your mouth.

”Do you know you have a snake slithering about your ceiling?” you asked. Ominis sighed before he relaxed his body on the bed again. He sat silent for a little while, tilting his head to the side. ”I’ve heard there is supposed to be one there, yes…” he spoke quietly. ”-but I’ve never heard of anyone actually seeing it.” he finished before he frowned a little. Your breathing slowed down as you looked at him. Your eyes’ swollenness seemed to spread to your lips, making them ache. ”How did it look?” Ominis asked gently. ”Huh?” you mumbled, looking at his rosy lips that glistened a little against his teeth. ”How did it look?” he repeated, shifting his foggy gaze towards you. ”Oh-” you mumbled again. You looked up towards the ceiling only to realise that the serpent was gone — there was only a forest of trees swaying above you. You couldn’t see it anywhere, not a single white scale in sight. ”It’s…” you quietly spoke. ”What?” Ominis asked. ”I could have sworn it was there a second ago and…” you continued. ”-and now it’s gone.” you finished, still looking up at the mural. Without you seeing it, Ominis tugged at his lips. ”Perhaps it’s shy…” he mused quietly. ”-or incredibly selective of its audience.” he added. You looked at him and his pale gaze. ”I should feel honored then.” you spoke, tugging at the corner of your lips. ”Oh, the honor is entirely the serpent’s.” Ominis quickly  countered, making your cheeks burn much redder than before. If you squinted you could see a familiar smile on his lips as you both sighed in unison — for a moment it felt as if nothing had changed. It all pulled you back to your days together, before you left – and if you listened closely, you could hear his subdued panting against your ear in the undercroft and feel his breath against your ear. The boy you once knew had grown up now, you both had – and all you could think about was how it all would feel today, how he'd sound, how his hands would feel against you. ”Hm.” you hummed in response. You tried to look into his pale-blue eyes, but found it incredibly difficult as it felt he could see right through you. 

”How’s…” you started, yet falling short. ”How’s… Sebastian doing?” you asked. ”Ah, yes, Sebastian…” Ominis spoke quietly before sighing. ”He’s feeling a little… torn, to say the least.” he added. ”He’s never been one known for restraining his emotions…” he continued, breathing out a short sigh. ”I don’t think he feels he can control himself… around you.” he finished, shifting his gaze towards you again. You nodded, mostly to yourself — feeling responsible for opening up old wounds by returning with yours. ”And..” you started, yet falling short again. ”And how are you feeling?” you finally asked, looking up towards him. ”Well…” he started, swaying a little on his voice. ”I can’t say I blame Sebastian — not this time.” he added. ”I know how he feels.” he finished. A black little pit took shape within your stomach, twisting itself, and it felt as if it would pull you into it altogether. You wanted to grab ahold of the blue cotton on Ominis’ wrist and drag it closer but it felt as if you were glued against the bedframe. Ominis sighed heavily before he looked out into his bedroom as you looked at him.

”I missed you.” he spoke, ever so softly, slicing your chest right open. You wanted to shield yourself from all the emotions that came falling down on you but you couldn’t. ”I’ve missed you terribly, y/n.” he repeated. Your heart rung loudly within your chest. Without thinking too much about it you reached out to his hand resting on top of the duvet, placing it in yours. Ominis’ gaze was still somewhere in the room, but you could see his chest moving slowly and heavily at your touch before you felt his hand tighten, softly, around yours. The room fell silent again except for your harmonious breathing. You adjusted yourself on the bed, moving a little bit closer towards him as you enclasped his hand with both of yours — at this, Ominis’ head fell forward slightly. ”I really am sorry for hurting you — both of you.” you added, looking up at him and his august profile bowing. He closed his eyes. ”I thought I did the right thing.” you finished. Ominis sighed before he dragged his hand from out of your hold, sending a cold shiver down your spine at the loss of contact. He started to rise from the bed but you quickly grabbed ahold of his wrist, stopping him from getting too far. ”Please don’t go.” you blurted out softly, pleadingly. Ominis sighed again, turning a little towards you where he stood. ”You should rest.” he spoke. You frowned up at him. ”I’m alright.” you answered. You felt incredibly vulnerable and you desperately wanted him to be there with you — to not tread too far. ”Stay.” you gently begged. Ominis shook his head as he raised his free hand to massage his eyebrows, sighing heavily. ”Sebastian isn’t the only one having a hard time restraining himself, y/n.” he spoke, somewhat sternly, gazing down towards where you sat on his bed. ”You don’t have to restrain yourself.” you spoke. ”I don’t want you to.” you added. Ominis sighed once again. ”Is that truly what you want? Do you even have the slightest idea of what that means?” he asked, sounding both frustrated and calm at the same time, the way only Ominis could. You released the hold of his wrist, making him place his hands inside of his pockets. ”Hm?” he hummed, urging an answer. ”I’ve missed you…” he continued. ”-but I can’t…” he spoke before sighing. ”I can’t keep hoping for you to always return — to stay – only when it pleases you.” he added softly. ”Because it’s all I’d ever do.” he finished quietly. It felt as if someone tore your chest wide open, pulling your heart from out of its cage, ready for the vultures to come pick at your flesh. 

Even if you’d ran away you’d always carry them with you — a part of you would always be there, as it always had been, right next to them, in their pockets, close to their hearts, course trough their veins — and now, when you returned it felt as if you had run from the inevitable. ”But…” you spoke, ever so quietly. ”-what if I’ don’t run?” you asked. ”If I wanted to stay?” you added as your sight landed somewhere on the rug beneath Ominis’ feet. He turned towards you, pondering your words. ”Do you want to stay?” he asked. You looked up at him and his clouded eyes that peered somewhere above you. ”If… you want me to.”you answered, anxious — as if on trial, waiting for the crowd to pass on their judgement. ”I’m serious, y/n.” Ominis spoke, rather sternly, frowning at you. ”So am I.” you countered quickly as you looked up at him. Ominis sighed heavily again, shaking his head as his hands returned to massage his eyebrows.”Lords.” he muttered quietly. ”Ominis?” you spoke softly. He sighed again. ”Hm?” he hummed where he stood. You could see the conflict escalate within him with each second and just as you were about to open your mouth Ominis spoke again. ”You’re telling me you want to stay?” he asked, sounding almost a little perplexed. You looked at him and his frowning dark eyebrows. ”Ye-” you began only to be interrupted by Ominis’ hands reaching out to you, pulling you upwards where you sat on his bed, his lips crashing against yours. You whimpered at the harsh impact before you could even realise what was happening. As Ominis’ hands held onto your face, you closed your eyes, melting beneath his hands as he pressed his lips closely against yours. 

You unraveled as your lips and tongues melted into a hot flood of pure greed. Ominis sighed against your lips, groaning frustratedly, still fighting within his own head. As his hands clasped onto you, tugging at his own shirt to pull you closer, swirling his hands up and down your body, gracing up your bare legs, your waist, into your hair — it felt as if something untangled itself within you, sending a wave of bliss throughout your veins until your toes curled against the cotton beneath you. Ominis groaned more loudly against you as his hands tried to pull you even  closer. The sweet, dusky and intoxicating smell of him coursed through your head and lungs, making you feel utterly inebriated. His wet lips and tongue moved effortlessly with yours, burning you hotter with each second — dragging you closer into him.

Suddenly it felt as if someone blasted you with glacius as Ominis pulled away, quickly, stepping a few feet back. He heaved from the rush of adrenalin and endorphins, which also swirled inside of you. You looked at his flushed pale face, completely bewildered. Ominis shook his head. ”Omi-” you panted, but before you could even finish, he cut you off. ”We shouldn't.” he spoke. ”Ominis.” you spoke, laughing a little deliriously, befuddled to the rollercoaster of emotions you found yourself strapped onto. ”I’m not go-” you started before being cut off again. ”You should rest.” he repeated, leaving no wiggle-room, before he quickly turned on his feet, making his way towards the doors. You sat as frozen on the duvet, chest heaving, lips burning, legs melting into his bed, as you watched the lean back of him swiftly make his way out of the room before the door shut behind him with a bang, making you flinch.

After the door shut you just sat there, frozen in time. The afternoon sun had managed to settle, and it was getting darker with each minute. You pondered if you should have gone after him when he left, but you felt stuck to the bed. Eventually you fell backwards onto your back, sighing heavily, and as you looked up towards the ceiling you were met by piercing white eyes. The serpent was back and this time it was looking straight at you. ”Now you show…” you whispered. ”-and don’t look at me like that.” you spoke to the serpent, or perhaps yourself. The snake merely hissed quietly. You knew what it was thinking — since you were thinking the same thing: You can’t stay in this room forever. Slowly you sat up on the bed again before sliding off the edge. Your naked feet reached the soft rug beneath you. You were only wearing an oversized sweater and you had left your bag in Ominis’ office, in which you had some spare clothing with you. ”Brilliant…” you muttered while looking around the room. You could hear the snake hiss again, and looking up you saw it slither to the other side of the room as it grew smaller, swirling down the ceiling onto a painting on the wall — and to your surprise, the painting gently swung open. You felt a little hesitant, but seeing there was little to no other way forward, you made your way across the room. As you approached the painting you opened it a little further only to see a pair of white, silk pants and a matching pair of cashmere socks.  ”Huh…” you huffed out, narrowing your eyes. A little reluctantly, you reached towards them and pulled them out. You looked at them before you looked up towards the ceiling. The serpent wasn’t there anymore. ”Very convenient…” you mumbled before stepping into the soft fabric that swayed around your legs as you pulled on the toasty socks. You sighed to yourself as you looked towards the black door leading out into the unknown. 

The corridors were barely lit, only a few solitary candles fought bravely against the dark and the many heirlooms along the walls casted shadows that loomed closer as you walked past. Pulling Ominis’ shirt closer around you, you wandered the massive labyrinth — unsure which directions was right. It reminded you a lot of your old school: the grand corridors, the paintings… the aura of never really knowing if anything was as it seemed. ”Ominis?” you spoke meekly into the gloomy space around you. Your voice came out as a mere whisper. Suddenly you saw a shadow as a couple of candelabras lit up beside you. Your spleen jumped into your throat as you gasped. The shadow turned into your own spooked reflection peering back at you in the large mirror that had appeared between the candlelight that swayed gently, filling the dark space with a soft, warm shimmer. You had plenty of bold excursions in your artillery: you’ve fought trolls, goblins, inferi… you had crawled in caves filled with acromentula, fought dark wizards… but walking alone in Ominis’ manor, knowing he and Sebastian were somewhere around the corner, ate at your brain and crawled up your spine. You breathed in slowly, placing a hand on your beating chest. ”What am I doing…” you muttered quietly to yourself before sighing and to your surprise someone answered you. ”My thoughts exactly…” a low voice spoke from somewhere behind you. 

You turned on your heels, catching your breath in your throat once again. From out of the darkness, Sebastian’s tall shadow stepped into the candlelight. There was something unnerving in the way his eyes glistened beneath his dark locks. ”Well… fancy seeing you here.” he spoke with a tone of pure disingenuousness, mocking your earlier encounter. He looked drenched in spite and the way his lips crooked themselves made it feel as if he’d eat you up. You huffed at his scorned self. ”Hopeless.” you muttered beneath your breath. He sneered at you, crowing quietly. ”Oh, hush now… You shouldn’t say such things about yourself. There’s still some hope, even for the likes of you.” he spoke leisurely. You scoffed at him, shaking your head. ”You’re incorrigible… You haven’t changed a bit.” you spoke through gritted teeth. "And you have? No..." he laughed at you, raising his eyebrows mockingly. ”Then why should I?” he spoke, rhetorically. ”I’m not the one deserting the people around me.” he added as his eyes bit down on you. ”Still playing the martyr, are we...” you mumbled, not breaking eye-contact, because it was always a game with Sebastian. ”Coming from someone who’s done what you have done, Sebastian…” you spoke, still not breaking eye contact. ”-that’s rich.” you finished. ”I’m no saint…” he spoke quickly, raising his eyebrows, and before he could continue you spoke again. ”That you certainly are not.” you spat, making him grin sinisterly. ”Well, at least I'm not pretending to be..." he mused slyly. "And since you know me so very well... then what am I?” he spoke quickly, taking a small step forward. ”The devil himself perhaps – wouldn’t surprise me.” you muttered. ”Do I look like the devil?” he countered quickly, almost whispering as the grin grew toothier, larger, more crooked. You looked at his dark eyes that glistened in the soft light. "And you'd do well to remember that birds of a feather, y/n..." he almost sang, quietly. Your name dripped slowly from his tongue, sending a shiver down your neck, spine, legs.

”What do you want?” you spoke, frustrated at him — lacking the energy to play along in his ploy, but his hunger was infectious, and it had started to spread across the floor to where you stood, biting at you. He raised his eyebrows in feigned innocence. ”Me?” he spoke, clasping his hands on his chest. ”I’m trying to figure out the exact same thing as you, darling…” he spoke slyly, yet sternly. ”-and that is: what do you want?” he finished, putting an incredibly heavy emphasis on you. You huffed at him, huffing out a laugh a little hysterically. You nodded, mostly to yourself. ”Seems as if everyone is…” you muttered. ”-and I’m trying to tell you— both of you.” you spoke, looking back at him. ”But all you two do is- is pick at my brains, toy with me, and kiss me…” you spoke, waving your hands at him. ”-and then run away with your tails between your legs.” you finished, raising your pitch slightly. You could see Sebastian slyness falter a little, and for the first time, so did his gaze. ”I’m trying to- or, at least I’d like to have a proper talk… if you’d even like…” you continued, as if asking him. ”-about all of this.” you added, waving your hands again. ”I’m trying to figure it all out too, you know.” you confessed, looking at him. For a short moment you saw the softness in his eyes again, as if he remembered that you were his best friend, not his enemy. ”And I’m not the one running this time.” you finished, still looking at him. His dark eyes peered at you. There was a certain uncertainty there. ”I understand if you both need time…” you spoke, softly. ”-and if that is what you need, I’ll give you it.” you continued. ”If you want me to go altogether…” you mumbled, more quietly, looking down at your feet. ”-if it’s too difficult to have me here… then- then I’ll leave.” you continued. His eyebrows contracted a little above his eyes as they grew softer with each word you spoke. ”If you don’t want me here… I understand if I’ve lost that right… just say it-” you spoke gently, words flowing across the air between you. ”-and I’ll be out of your hair.” you finished with a weak smile.

Sebastian’s eyebrows faltered as he sighed softly, shaking his head as his smug facade crumbled at your sincerity — as it always did. He took a few steps forward, narrowing the space in between you until his feet almost touched yours. You peered up at him and his eyes burning in the lights from the candles. He looked towards your hand resting at your hip before he gently grabbed onto it, sending a warm flood through your body. He swirled his fingers between yours as his thumb drew circles on the back of your hand. ”I like you in my hair.” he spoke softly, still looking at your hand while you looked at the freckles dancing across the bridge of his nose. You watched him close his eyes, shaking his head again as a sigh left him. ”I don’t think I’d allow you to leave again, honestly.” he added. You felt a knot within you start to disintegrate. ”Then why are you behaving like a git?” you spoke sincerely, yet teasing him a little at the same time. A soft grin grew on his lips before he looked at you. ”Born trait, I’m afraid…” he managed to quietly tease back. ”-and perhaps, I’m a little unsure how to behave around you.” he added. The tension between you was tangible and it felt as if it pushed down on your chest, making it ten times as hard to breathe. Both of you just stood looking at each other as the corridor fell completely silent around you. ”Seemingly, so is Ominis… I did hear he kissed you too.” he spoke. ”Seems you've hexed us, haven't you…” he added, looking down at your hand in his. ”-you witch.” he finished, as a grin tugged at the corner of his lips while he gazed straight at you, making your heart leap. ”Only because you let me.” you managed to whisper into the narrow space between you. ”I suppose so.” Sebastian spoke quietly before he leaned down, erasing the space completely. 

His lips were warm and he must have drunk something with cinnamon and honey in it, because it lingered on his tongue. He leaned down even further as he dragged you closer with his free hand while pulling your hand in his up to his face. You swooned at his sudden softness. Gentle whimpers left your lips as his hands softly graced you above the thin fabric of Ominis’ shirt and the silk pants. You dragged Sebastian down further, wanting him closer, making him grin against your lips before he continued the kiss. It felt as if you drunk the sweetest and thickest of sherries that coursed through your veins, making you light headed. Sebastian’s hands  followed every curve of your body, slowly moving up and down, softly tightening his grip every now and then — on your ass, hip, waist, breasts and neck. With one swift move he pulled you up from the floor to his waist, making you wrap yourself around him without breaking the kiss that deepened with each minute that passed. He took a few steps forward until your lower back hit against a narrow table against the wall on which Sebastian sat you down before he pressed himself forcefully against you, pushin you tightly between him and the patterned tapestry behind you, making you bend you head backwards as much as you could, wailing ever so softly at the warm feeling of him pressing hardly against you. His lips moved across your chin, down to your neck, where he placed traces, biting lightly, gracing his nose against your ear as he continued to erase the borders between you, closer and closer. He hummed against your neck, breathing you in before he continued to move his lips down your neck, leaving wet, warm and heavy patches all over you. Your entire body felt as if it tingled with each kiss of his, releasing a new wave of butterflies with every touch. He pulled up the oversized sweatshirt and slowed down, backing away a little. His hand softly touched your fresh scar, making you flinch a little at the feeling. ”Are you ok?” he asked, panting a little. You nodded. ”Yea’.” you mumbled. ”I’m fine — I promise.” you added. Sebastian’s eyebrows curved a little, looking up at you. ”Are you sure?” he spoke, his voice much coarser than before. You nodded again before sighing. ”As long as you don’t pierce right through me — I’ll be fine.” you spoke. You saw a sly smile grow on his lips. ”Well…” he started, a boyish grin spreading on his face. ”Lords…” you blurted before hitting his arm playfully. ”Really mature, Sallow.” you added, shaking your head. Sebastian chuckled softly before a gentle smile replaced his grin. ”Well, you know me.” he added, his eyes glinting through his dark lashes.

The fervor in which you had clung onto him, the way your lips hungered for his even if they were on yours made it dawn on you how incredibly much you’d missed him — them. Sebastian pulled you into another thought-melting kiss, sending shivers down your spine until the tingles reached your toes, making them curl, and your fingers dig into his skin. You grabbed ahold of Sebastian’s shirt and pulled him closer against you. Soft and almost pained groans left your lips into each other’s mouth — and you both swallowed them, devouring every little piece of one another. The swelter of your humid tongues swirling addictively against each other pulled you close to pearly gates. His teeth nibble at you at every chance he got, dragging them against your scorched skin. You could feel your heart beat heavily within your chest as your legs grew weaker and weaker — shaking slightly as Sebastian kept pressing himself against you, pushing you against the wall. Having his rough hands roam your body, gently tugging at your hair, hip, breasts, ass, all of you…made you melt onto the table. You grasped onto his locks, pulling at its ends, making him groan, and the sound of him reverberated through you. You felt yourself squirm where you sat, growing tense as a strained thread and wet as a puddle at the same time. The musky and citrusy smell of him left you soaked with longing and you keened as you couldn’t get him close enough, quickly enough, making Sebastian hum against your lips. You felt him press himself against you even harder and, growing impatient, you reached down to the fabric of his pants, pressing your hand against him. Sebastian paused his kiss as his head fell forward against yours, sighing heavily, he collapsed a little against you — you laughed faintly as you felt the outlines of him, rubbing your hand slowly on top of the fabric separating you from him. You moved up and down his shaft, making Sebastian breathe to the rhythm of your movements as he pressed his hard cock against your hand. You swooned at the feeling of him — and so did he. You moved down your other hand to the hem of his trousers, fumbling a little before you found the button.

Very, incredibly, and oh-so reluctantly, Sebastian took a quick step back — his hair in a disarray — making you frown deeply. He pulled his lips into a thin smile before he chuckled at you sulking in front of him. His lips curled at your displeased and disheveled self. You reached out towards him only to have him dodge your hand by taking another step backwards. ”If you run away again — I…” you started, looking at him with your cheeks flushed red where you sat on the table, feet dangling in the air. Sebastian chuckled quietly again before he interrupted you. ”I won’t…” he spoke. ”-but, if we’re going to do this…” he continued, looking at you. ”-there’s someone else that should be here with us.” he added. ”At least this time.” he finished quietly with a crooked grin. You felt your cheeks burn even hotter and you thought you’d disintegrate entirely even at the mere thought of it. ”Oh.” you spoke at a loss of words. ”If you want… of course.” he added with a low voice as he stepped closer to you again, placing a hand on your knee, slowly and softly dragging his fingers up your inner thigh, making you close your eyes and lean back against the wall. Sighing heavily, you could feel your heart beat in your head as you looked up into his eyes that glistened pitch black. You stared at him as his fingers graced upwards, slowly.”Hm?” he hummed. You managed to nod. He looked down at you with something rather sinister behind his eyes. ”Look at you…” he crowed, breathing you into him as he leaned in, brushing his lips against yours. ”-so shy and quiet all of a sudden.” he spoke with a low voice before placing the faintest of kisses on your lips, pulling you back with him as he pulled away as quickly, leaving you gasping after him. He took a few steps back again, making you sigh and him grin. He hummed in front of you as he soaked in the sight of your tangled self. ”Tell you what…” he spoke. ”-you saunter back to Ominis’ bedroom…” he added, placing his hands within his pockets. ”-and we’ll be right there with you.” he finished before that crooked smile reappeared on his lips, he quickly raised his eyebrows at you before he walked into the gloomy corridor only to vanish into its shadows in the blink of an eye. 

You could hear your heart slam against your ribs as you sat still on the table, merely looking across the corridor and the stone wall facing you. It all slowly dawned on you, forcing out a breath of a chuckle from your throat. ”Merlin.” you mumbled to yourself before it actually dawned on you. ”Merlin.” you gulped, slowly dragging your feet down to the ground as you stood up. You looked towards the other side of the dark corridor. It felt as if your knees would cave beneath you, dragging you down into the manor only to become one with its floors and walls. Sebastian’s musk lingered on and around you, and the bare skin where his lips had been only seconds ago burned cold. You could feel yourself seep onto the white silk. ”Merlin.” you whispered.

in the moonlight- fem!reader x gideon gemstone

warnings: smut, fingering (fem. receiving), sneaking around

Gideon's weight sank into the mattress, his arm coming around to pull you closer. You relaxed for a moment, letting yourself melt into the safety of his touch. His hand splayed across your waist, warm and steady, and you could feel his breath against the back of your neck, slow, even, like he’d finally let his guard down.

Then, your eyes broke open.

"Gid, your mom said-"

He groaned groggily. "I don't care," he murmured sleepily.

Amber had been clear. You were more than welcome to set up camp in the guest room, but only in the guest room. Gideon had promised, crossed his heart, and held her hands that you would both behave.

“Gid,” you whispered again, twisting slightly in his hold. “She will kill us. Like, Bible-style. Plagues and everything.”

His arm only tightened around you. “Then let it be quick.”

You stifled a laugh, half horrified, half enamored. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m tired,” he corrected, nuzzling his face into your shoulder. “And this is the first time in so, so, so long that we've slept together and I always sleep better with you."

You turned to face him, your eyes still groggy with sleep. "With me or after me?"

He chuckled. "With you, after you."

You tried to glare, but your face betrayed you—softening into a smile as you reached up to brush a piece of his hair off his forehead. He was warm and stupidly sincere, even half-asleep, and you hated how easily that melted your resolve.

“Gideon,” you warned, though there was no real heat behind it. “You swore.”

He hummed again. "I promised that she wouldn't find us in bed together," he said, his hand trailing lower and lower. "Not that I wouldn't come in here anyway."

You flinched, gripping his wrist. His fingers already trailing beneath your waistband. "Gideon, I'm serious."

"I am too."

Your grip on his wrist loosened, but didn’t fall away. “That doesn’t make this any less stupid, Gideon.”

He gave a half-smile. “You knew what you signed up for when you started sleeping with a preacher’s kid.”

"Someone's going to hear," you groaned. “Sleeping next to, Gideon. Next to.”

“Semantics.” He lowered his voice. "Please, just let me take care of you."

You nodded, relaxing just a little bit more. Gideon worked his way down through your pajama pants and underwear. He chuckled as he fiddled with the bow on the front.

"Got a little gift for me?" He teased.

You smiled into his chest. "Yeah."

His fingers rubbed your clit gently, moving the nub in soft circles. You let out small whimpers, trying not to close your eyes in pleasure as you. He eased his middle finger inside of you, feeling your wet walls around his digit. He slowly began thrusting his finger in and out of you.

"Gideon," you whimpered, burying your face into the plush fabric of his Henley.

“You’re so wet for me,” he whispered. You clenched around his finger, earning a kiss from him. "You like when I talk to you like that?"

You whimpered. Gideon eventually added a second finger, curling both of his digits so that he hit your g-spot. You jerked your hips, angling yourself differently. He continued uttering out praises and dirty talk, urging you with each thrust of his fingers. The rhythmic movements and the repetition of hitting your g-spot didn’t make it hard for your orgasm to come.

You moaned at the feeling of heat across your abdomen. You swallowed thickly, rocking your hips as he worked you though the orgasm. Your toes curled as he held you impossibly closer.

Gideon rolled onto his back, breath slow and a little uneven. The mattress shifted with him, the cool air slipping in where his body had been pressed against yours.

You whimpered softly, reaching for him without thinking. “Stay.”

His hand found yours instantly, fingers threading together as he tugged you back toward him. “Just setting an alarm,” he murmured, voice still thick with sleep and softness. “For the morning. I’m not going anywhere.”

You rested your cheek on his chest, heart still beating fast from more than just the adrenaline of almost being caught. His fingers lazily brushed your spine, his other hand still holding his phone at arm’s length, screen aglow in the dark room. He set the alarm for early, way earlier than you’d like, but practical.

"Can't have them kickin' you out. It's only night one."

Gale Guides and Ultimate Gale

This will be my master post, I guess :D Hello! I am the creator of Gale Guides and I want to spread my unhinged nerding about Gale on Tumblr too. Because why not. Maybe someone will find it helpful. But mostly because I want more players to get Ultimate Gale for themselves. Make him seen! Make him alive! He is so worth it! Use my Gale endings part 2 and get him before he is erased!

GaleGuide: Basic Gale Endings Guide Part 1

GaleGuide: Not so basic Gale endings (friend Gale included) Part 2

GaleGuide: Case of a sneaky God

GaleGuide: Difference between Gods

GaleGuide: Scenes in Act1

GaleGuide: How to get all Grove scenes and speed run to the Weave scene

Now look at him!

No mods! He is human and he is God at the same time.

You can hug him! You can kiss him! He will boop you! Tara is happy! But at the same time:

Tav: Are you saying you want to ascend? Claim godhood? Gale: No, not like that. I don’t want to join them. I want to better them. A god’s powers, paired with a mortal conscience, a mortal heart.

This is our better God. He exists within the Game! He is ULTIMATE. He is everything. GET HIM GET HIM GET HIM GET HIM NOW

I hope I don't suck at advertising lmao

*sigh* me and may friends paid Theo Solomon to say in Wyll's voice that he's "in da club straight up jorkin it" so of course I have to infect as many people as possible with this newly created cursed audio

Update: we met him at dragoncon and he actually recognized us from the cameo 😭 he was very sweet and enjoyed our wyll ravengard fanclub/sus coven shenanigans

It's Now or Never

Sebastian Sallow x f!Reader

Word Count: 3.8k 

Content Warnings: Smut, First Time, Language, 18+ Content! MDNI!

Summary: Their lives were about to take them on separate journeys for the first time since they met almost three years ago. She desperately wants him, but he is insistent on protecting her virtue. They have one final night together before Sebastian moves to another country. She has to seize the opportunity in front of her before she loses it.

Available on AO3 here.

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Her relationship with Sebastian Sallow had always been left undefined. When she had attempted to broach the subject with him in the years past, she had always felt silly and awkward and he never seemed to pick up the hints she thought were blatantly dropped in his lap. They were both tremendously brave and had proven that time and time again, but when it came to discussing their feelings for one another, they both turned into bashful mooncalves that evaded the subject like it would cause a plague of spattergroit to rain down upon them.

They had been doing this dance with one another since fifth year. It was now the summer after they had graduated and she was set to move to London in a month to begin her new job working for the Ministry of Magic in the Department of Mysteries. The Ministry had been all too excited to see how her ancient magic would aid the department. Sebastian was staying in Feldcroft until he set off on an adventure working as a curse breaker for the Wizarding Bank in France in about a week. He had received top marks in their year and had been highly sought after, including by Gringotts. 

This next chapter in their lives would be the longest the two had been apart practically since they met. She was secretly disappointed he had not elected to stay in London. It had been an option for him, but the French bank offered him more money and when he had asked her for a reason to turn it down, she did not give him one. In fact, she silently cursed herself as she heard the words come out of her mouth encouraging him to actually take the position in another country. She had noted his look of disappointment, but ultimately, neither of them broke their unspoken vow of silence on the topic of what they were to each other.

Now, as she found herself on his doorstep, she felt foolish. She thought back to their time together. She thought she had been obvious regarding her feelings for him. She had never dated or paid any romantic attention to others, even though she had been asked on several dates. For that matter, Sebastian had not either. 

Now, she was not a prude by any means. The two of them had fooled around on numerous occasions. They often found themselves ending a lengthy, stressful study session with a quick snog behind one of the large shelves in the library. She was certain this was Sebastian’s favorite place to snog as he liked to think of how mad Scribner would get if she knew the pair had defiled her precious books. However, her favorite had always been when they ended a grueling dueling practice by crashing together in a heated frenzy. These were the times that Sebastian would allow himself to get the most carried away. They would only touch each other over the clothes, never under. She had even managed to get his tie off once, but like always, Sebastian put a stop to it before it even really began. He had never wanted to ruin her. He was terribly aware of the stigma at the time and had not wanted to interfere with any potential marriage prospects she had in the future, which completely crushed her soul every single time. 

The only person she could even picture herself with was him, but he apparently did not feel the same, which had only encouraged her fear in broaching the subject of becoming anything more than just friends.

This would be her last opportunity to spend time with him for the foreseeable future. She told herself this was it. It is now or never. She let out a deep breath as she raised her hand to knock on his door.  

She had barely rapped once before the door flew open and she was greeted with that handsome freckled face. 

He wore a magnificent smile that spread from ear to ear as he spoke, “There you are! No surprise, you're late. Get in here already!”

He stepped to the side and gestured for her to enter. She glanced around the small cottage. It appeared the same as it was when she had been here just a few short weeks ago. She took note of the clothes that he had haphazardly tossed under his bed in an effort to tidy up before her arrival and she smiled to herself. 

She also took note of his travel chest in the corner that was open. He had begun packing already. The smile abruptly faded from her face. 

He noticed and followed her line of vision. “Oh don’t worry about that. Just trying to get a head start. You and Anne both have always gotten on to me for procrastinating until the last minute. Trying to turn over a new leaf.”

A faint smile graced her face as she tried to remind herself to be supportive.

“I am incredibly proud of you, Sebastian. For the preemptive packing and so much more.” 

He grabbed her hand and gave it a slight squeeze. 

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They spent the rest of the day out of the house. Sebastian had planned a trip down to the beach. She rarely had an opportunity to go unless she was visiting him here in Feldcroft. Despite it being summer, it wasn’t a terribly warm day. So, they had spent most of the day lying on a blanket in the sand, talking to one another. They both seemed to be savoring every precious moment they had left together. 

That evening, after dinner, Sebastian grabbed one of his favorite books out of his carefully curated collection. He patted the settee next to him and she made her way from the kitchen, where she had been cleaning up after their meal. She sank down next to him and leaned into his side. He subconsciously lifted his arm around her shoulders to pull her further in. She nestled against his shoulder and brought her arm around his waist, just like she had hundreds of times before. 

He began reading to her. She wasn't paying much attention to the actual story, but she adored the sound of his voice and the way she could feel it reverberate through his body where her head lay on his chest. These moments were some of her favorites. She rarely felt as safe as she did with him. She was going to miss him terribly. The thought of his impending absence was devastating to her.

She slowly raised her head to look up at his face. She studied the stubble that had begun to appear on his usually clean shaven face and she reached up to run the back of her hand against his cheek. He leaned into her touch and turned his head to kiss the back of her hand. 

His brown eyes stared deeply into hers as he spoke, “I’m going to miss you. You know that right?”

She nodded as she broke eye contact and turned her attention back to the book in his hands. 

He slowly closed the book and set it on the end table next to them. He placed his hand under her chin and tipped her face up to look at him again. Neither of them spoke as he lowered himself down to kiss her. She did not protest as their lips met as this was a frequent occurrence for the pair.  

Sebastian had started the kiss out as soft and tender, gently and wordlessly cherishing her, but she wanted more. She’d always wanted more from him. She always wanted him to take that next step with her emotionally and physically. It is now or never. She told herself again.

Without breaking their kiss, she slowly raised herself up and crawled up onto his lap, now straddling him. She did not give him time to protest as she embedded both hands in his silky brown hair and deepened the kiss, not that he even really tried to object. As she sank down onto his lap, he groaned deeply into her mouth and his hands immediately dropped to grip her hips, effectively holding her in place and preventing further movement on her part.

His restraint would not deter her, not tonight anyway. She had let it stop her for years, but she was done with that. She did not want to live the rest of her life wondering what might have happened if she had taken a chance with her best friend.

She removed one hand from his hair and slowly brought it down to the collar of his shirt and began to undo the top few buttons. He did not stop her, which momentarily shocked her before she continued. He had never let her get this far before. She tugged his shirt out from where it had been tucked into his pants and undid the last few buttons before she opened it and pushed it off his shoulders. He leaned up slightly and aided her in her efforts to fully rid it from his body. She ran her hands down his chest in an effort to memorize every inch of him. 

She broke the kiss just long enough to begin trailing kisses down his stubbled jaw to the place just where his jaw meets his neck, just below his ear. She knew that spot made him weak. Being the devious little thing she was, she devoted the proper attention to that particular spot. The little gasps that left his mouth only encouraged her. She knew the kisses and little nips she left in that spot would leave a mark. She secretly hoped they would last a week so that any potential witches in France might assume he was taken. It was selfish of her, but she couldn’t be bothered to care. The thought just made her double her efforts in that spot and elsewhere on his now thoroughly claimed neck. 

She felt his hands leave her hips and begin roaming up her sides and down her back. She smirked into the nape of his neck at his loss of control of her hips as she slowly ground her hips against his. The low groan of her name that left his lips was quite possibly the most magnificent sound she had ever heard.  So, she did it again, this time pulling back from his neck so that she could see the face that accompanied those sounds. 

His eyes were closed and his mouth slightly parted, from the panting he was currently doing. When he felt the absence of her at his neck, he opened his eyes to meet hers as she moved against him again. He bit down on his bottom lip to stifle the sounds that tried to escape him and a blush spread across his freckled cheeks. 

This was the farthest he had ever let them get, but she was not about to stop now. She removed her hands from his chest and began untucking her blouse from her skirt. His hands quickly left her back and grabbed her own, holding them in place.

A worried expression appeared on his face as he met her eyes. “Wait. We need to stop. We shouldn’t -”

She cut him off, “Sebastian, please don’t. Don’t stop us. Not tonight.” 

He did not say anything further, but she could see the inner war that raged within him. Eventually, he slowly removed his hands from hers and she made quick work of divesting herself of her blouse and undergarments. His wide eyed stare at her breasts was enough for her to let out a self conscious giggle as she quickly moved her arms in an  attempt to cover herself. 

He stopped her and muttered under his breath, “I knew they’d be perfect, just like the rest of you.” 

It was her turn to blush now as he brought his hands up to cup a breast in each one, lightly groping them. She barely had time to react before he had taken one into his mouth, sucking and lightly raking his teeth across her nipple as he pulled back with a popping sound that loudly filled the quiet room. As she moaned, he smirked up at her briefly with that devilish look she had become so accustomed to before he gave the proper attention to her other breast. Her hands found their way back into his hair pulling him farther into her as he continued to worship her with his mouth. She was quite certain he had marked her chest the same way she had marked his neck and she found herself not caring one bit.

She was so thoroughly worked up at this point. The ache in her groin was driving her into madness. She needed more. She craved more. She brought her hands between their bodies as she began working at undoing his trousers. 

He once again protested weakly by grabbing her wrist. “We really -”

She cut him off again. His persistence at protecting her virtue was going to be the death of her.

 “I have an idea. Just hear me out?” 

He nodded, indicating that he would at least listen to her proposal. 

“In my dormitory, some of the other girls would talk about the ways they were able to get around losing their virtue.” 

Sebastian raised his eyebrows and a discerning look spread across his face, “I am well aware of those methods. I did live with teenage boys myself if you will remember.”

She didn’t let him elaborate before she continued, “So, you know there are other things we can do, with our hands and… and our mouths?” 

He chuckled softly, “Yes, I do know. I am not oblivious.”

“What about a game?”

He raised his eyebrows at her suggestion and she knew she had peaked his competitive side at the mention of a game.

With a skeptical look on his face, he questioned her, “What kind of game?” 

“It’s called just the tip.”

Sebastian choked as she said the words out loud. “How in the hell do you even know what that is!”

She just shrugged, “Girls talk. Boys aren’t as slick as they think they are.”

The air went still and they both fell quiet. She knew he was thinking, slowly processing what she had just proposed. 

She could hear the insecurity in his voice as he spoke, “And you want to do that… With me?” 

She bit her bottom lip and nodded, never breaking eye contact with him.

He took a moment longer to consider before he scooped her up in his arms and carried her over to his bed. He laid her down gently and stood next to the side of the bed, staring down admiring her, soaking up the view of every last inch of her spread out before him. 

She could tell he was nervous by the way his fingers fumbled around to remove his trousers. She simultaneously began ridding herself of her skirt and remaining undergarments. When he pulled his trousers down, her eyes went straight to his cock. She’d never seen one before, but it was definitely bigger than what she had imagined and she felt her cheeks flush. She slowly brought her eyes up to meet his and she could sense his hesitation. She sat up and reached toward him, grabbing his hand and pulling him closer to her. 

Sebastian sank to his knees at the edge of the bed between her legs. He placed his hands on either side of her face and pulled her into another soul searing kiss. She parted her lips and he took the invitation, slipping his tongue into her mouth expertly. He may be hesitant with their little game, but he had had plenty of practice with kissing her. 

Without breaking the kiss, he let one of his hands drop from her face down between her thighs.

When he touched her for the first time, she was briefly embarrassed by the lewd sounds that escaped her. She was only grateful that they were muffled by his mouth on hers. His nervousness showed by how he bumbled around briefly. She let him explore her for a few moments. He ran his fingers through her folds, experimenting with different touches. When she was just about to break down and take his hand to show him exactly where she craved him to touch, he grazed her clit and her body involuntarily arched back. Once he discovered that particular spot, he was relentless. She only had to show him once the circular motion she preferred and she praised the gods that Sebastian Sallow was a quick study.

It wasn't long before she felt the tension building deep in her abdomen. His fingers felt amazing, but she wanted more. Needed more. 

She placed her hand on top of his, stopping his movements. He pulled back slightly to meet her eyes. She simply scooted further back onto the bed, pulling him with her. He crawled up off of the floor and onto the bed, positioning himself over her, using his knee to spread her legs wider.

“Are you sure?” He asked, giving her one last opportunity to change her mind.

“Very.” 

He nodded quickly before reaching down and guiding his member to her entrance. He was slow and careful. He made sure to just barely enter her before stopping. Abiding by the parameters of “just the tip.” 

She gasped at even the minor intrusion. It was an odd sensation, but not unwelcome. 

His eyes widened and he looked slightly panicked, “Do you want me to stop? Does that hurt?”

“No!” She shouted a bit too loudly. “No, don’t stop. It doesn’t hurt. I promise.”

He assessed her for a moment before he began moving again, ever so slightly in and out of her. Over and over. Just the tip, never even an inch more. She could see the struggle in his face and feel it in his arms as he quivered from the strain of holding himself back. He wasn’t even looking at her face, but instead where their bodies were joined. She realized he was carefully monitoring his movements, making sure he didn’t go too far. 

It felt good, but it wasn’t nearly enough. In fact, it was only maddening to her. It was keeping her right at the precipice of her ecstasy, but never letting her tumble over the edge. 

“I need more, Sebastian. Please.” She begged.

“But your… You… It’s in your best interests for this to not go any further.” He said quickly with short panting breaths.

“I do not care about my virtue, Sebastian. You are the only person in this room that does. I adore you for that, but…” She hesitated momentarily. It is now or never. “I only want you. I don’t see myself with any other man. Just you.”

His eyes shot to hers then. “Really?”

She could see how vulnerable he was. It was written all over his face. 

“Yes. I want this.” She gestured quickly between the two of them. “I want you, Sebastian. I don’t want you to leave and us not have experienced this.”

She could practically see the thoughts racing through his brain as he processed her words. He made up his mind, lowering himself down on his elbows and leaning forward, he slowly allowed himself to sink further into her. She brought her arms up to cling to his back.

This time it hurt and the little pained gasps caused Sebastian to freeze in place. “I’m so sorry. I can stop..”

“No, please don’t. Keep going. Please…”

He waited a moment before he slowly started moving again. At first, she worried that it would never feel pleasurable and she wondered why the girls in her dorm had been so obsessed with sex, but it wasn’t long before the pain had subsided and she began to see what all of the fuss was about. 

She felt herself hitching her leg up over his hip encouraging his movements, meeting his hips with hers at each one of his thrusts. He leaned down over her and kissed her before he hooked the back of her knee and raised her leg higher up towards her chest. The new angle allowed him to enter her further and she cried his name out in pleasure.

“Fuck. I’m not going to last much longer.” He was able to breathily grunt out.

She knew she was close and used her own hand to stimulate her clit while he pounded into her. It wasn’t long before she erupted in an orgasm. Her whole body clenched around him and he let out a series of expletives she had only heard come out of his mouth when he was losing a duel. 

It wasn’t but merely a few seconds after her orgasm had finished that he shuttered, dropping his head to her shoulder as he cried out her name as he came. He collapsed on top of her and didn’t dare move except to pull himself out of her. 

“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” He muttered repeatedly.

She stroked his hair and hugged him to her body. “I wanted you to.” She whispered to him over and over again.

They laid like that for some time, until he finally propped himself up to look at her.

“Did you mean what you said earlier?”

“Every word of it, Sebastian. I want this. I want us to be more than what we have always been.”

She nervously searched his face. After what they had just done, she was fairly certain he felt the same way, but he had never said as much.

Slowly his usual devious smirk crossed his face. “You tricked me! You are an unscrupulous woman,” he teased. “I should have known you were up to something. Nothing is ever just a game to you.” 

She smiled up at him and he leaned down to kiss her gently. He pulled back briefly to look her in the eyes. 

“I love you,” he declared suddenly.

“I love you too, Sebastian.” A smile grew on her face as she looked up at him.

He rolled off of her to the side, pulling her into him, wrapping his arms around her. “What made you finally take matters into your own hands tonight?”

She shrugged and tipped her head up to look at him.

“It was now or never.”