#chapter6

[anazageek]

Chapter 6 has arrived!

What happens when grief and love collide? This one holds the answer. 💜

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59834455/chapters/168440248

[armins-main-hoe]

Odd socks | chapter 6

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(I’m alive I swear guys)

His fingers went over the scars on her skin, his touch soft and gentle. She didn’t like the way her body leaned into his touch a little, as if she liked it. 

“What are you doing?” Y/n asked Ao’nung. His eyes left her skin and looked up into hers. He does that face she hates, that dumb one with his dumb smirk. 

“You know scars like these take years to fade. You’ll probably still have them by the time you’ve had kids. That is if there is any man unfortunate enough to have you as his wife.” 

Y/n wanted to throw another shell at him so bad right now. It was a week ago when she had both her brothers came out of the sea with fish bites, though it seemed Y/n got the most out of the three. Now most of the bites had healed but left behind scars. She already had scars from previous fish bites so now it seems as if her whole body is littered with them. 

“Shut up.” She stood up from her spot on the sand, dusting herself off. 

“Am I lying though?” There was a small laugh in his tone as he got up as well. 

“Go annoy someone else, I don’t have time for you.” She scowled, walking in the direction back to her marui but he kept taunting her, teasing her. How is she supposed to not punch him? Her patience wore thin and she then shoved him away from her, making him stumble back and fall down. 

“Vonvä’” She mumbles and continues walking away. 

Ao’nung blinks away the shock from his fall and glares at the forest girl’s back as she walks away from him. Sure, he was being a jerk to her, he knows but he believes his actions are justified, sort of. 

Ever since that forest family came to stay, his life has been nothing but hell. Y/n and her family have made a rather good impression on the clan already despite what they themselves might think. Ao’nung hears what his friends and the other kids say about them, at first it was words that made fun of the forest kids, which was perfect, it still had everyone looking up to him and looking down on them or rather her. However, she was a quick learner, she can ride an Ilu, weave baskets, braid hair, make accessories with what the sea provides, make healing pastes. In other words, she was perfect. It was as if everything was second nature to her.

He heard others start to talk differently about them. Even during family meal times, he would have to endure his parents and Tsireya praising the forest family. Praising her. He hates it. He has had dreams where she is standing before him, everyone praising her and looking down on him. He’d die before it ever comes to that in real life. She is a forest person and she has no business here with the sea. 

Oh Ewya she annoyed his very being, the corners of his mouth turned up to let out a snarl as he watched her dark blue figure enter her Mauri. He got up and walked the other way, he was pissed. So pissed at her, and her family, and his father and at himself.

“Ao’nung!” He heard someone call out to him. He looked over at it was his friend.

“What.” He was irritated already, if his friend decides to be annoying he’ll actually-

“You got to check this forest girl out, she’s actually lost it.”

What-

Now ao’nung was interested. He followed his friend who led him back to the direction of the forest family’s mauri, just below was very shallow water where a forest girl was laying on her stomach, head in the water.

‘Is that y/n?’ Ao’nung thought as he watched from afar. His other friends were watching her, laughing quietly amongst themselves. When ao’nung approached them, they made space for him to stand in the middle of the group, a clear view of a dark blue girl minding her own business.

Ao’nung smirked.

“Let’s go closer” he said, his friends let out a few excited words, laughing quietly again, following ao’nung as he walked closer and closer to Y/n.

He was going to get back at her.

“She’s just looking at the sand”

Wait…

“Ahahaha”

Wait no that’s not-

“Huh?” The forest girl lifted her head and ao’nung had to hold in his shock when he saw that it wasn’t Y/n but her sister, Titi. No.. Piri? Oh he can’t remember.

“What you’d say?” She shook the water off her face and stood up. Ao’nung can’t back down now though.. not when his friends are watching. He really did think it was Y/n so he was fine with teasing and annoying her. But it isn’t y/n. It’s her sister.

So what? They’re both the same. Both are forest aliens.

“Are you some kind of freak?” Ao’nung asked.

“He asked if you are a freak.” His friend clarified.

Y/N’s sister sighed and shook her head. “No.” She began walking away but ao’nung and his friends followed her.

“Are you sure? I mean, you’re not even real Na’vi.” Ao’nung smirked, walking around her. When she didn’t say anything, he tried provoking her further. “Look at this hands.” He tried grabbing her hand but she pulled it away.

So he went to grab them again.

“I mean look at them” he emphasises.

“HEY!”

Ao’nung and his friends turned around at the voice. It was Y/N’s younger brother, noah. No. It began with L right?

“Back off fish lips.”

Whatever, his name is irrelevant anyway.

“Oh~ another four fingered freak!” Ao’nung laughed, the smaller forest boy may have came acting like the hero but he was greatly outnumbered, ao’nung and his friends began to tease and taunt him.

“Leave us alone!” Piri or titi, whatever her name is shouted. But her voice was ignored. Ao’nung kept laughing.

Yes. This is it. Make everyone look down on them so they can look up at him. This is how it should be. This is perfect.

Ao’nung felt a hard hand grab his shoulder and force him to turn around. It was neteyam. His friends and lo’ak stopped squabbling. Ao’nung glared silently at the older boy.

“You heard what she said.” Neteyam’s voice was alarmingly calm. “Leave them alone”

“Aww~ big brother coming-“ ao’nung’s friend spoke up, his voice taunting but ao’nung stopped him for speaking any further. He hated the sully’s that’s true. But he isn’t a fool. He knew it would be unwise to start a fight with the eldest son of the sully’s.

“Back off.” Neteyam let out his last word through his teeth. “Now.”

Ao’nung smirked and put his hands up, mimicking surrender.

Neteyam kept his eyes on ao’nung as he spoke again. “Smart choice.” He looked at his friends. “And from now on, I need you to respect my sister. Both my sisters.”

Ao’nung said nothing but kept glaring. That dumb friend let out a hiss as if still wanting to fight, ao’nung held him back with a single hand.

“Let’s go.” Neteyam took his two siblings and walked away.

—-

Y/n had been sent out by her father to go catch fish, enough for dinner to feed the whole family. She was only allowed to hunt by the shore line so she was limited with how many fish she could hunt.

By the time she came back, 10 fishes in her large pouch and a few fruits she found, she was confused when she couldn’t find her dad.

“Dad?” She called out in the empty mauri, putting her bag down to the side. She was about to go and look outside the marui pod when she heard footsteps nearby, her dad’s footsteps. She turned around and within seconds Jake came in with her brothers.

She gasped at the sight of them.

Both had looked like they were beaten up, neteyam sporting a busted lip, lo’ak’s skin having patches of dark red, irritated skin that will bruise over night.

“What happened?” She muttered as she walked over to them.

“What was the one thing I asked? One thing.” Jake ignored Y/N’s question, his mind too busy buzzing around with the thought of his idiotic sons.

“Stay out of trouble.” Both boys whispered. Y/n inspected both her brothers, she went to lo’ak first, holding his chin and making him look at her so she she could see his injuries closer. His nose was bleeding. Lo’ak shook her off.

“It was my fault.” Neteyam stepped forward.

“I don’t think so. You got to stop taking the heat for this knuckle head” Jake glared at his youngest son.

Y/n moved over to Neteyam, too shocked and worried to even remember that she and him had argued and had not spoken to each other for days.

“Ao’nung was picking on Kiri, called her a freak.” Lo’ak explained himself, Jake sucked in air through his teeth, looking away.

“He did what?!?” Y/n is was mid inspecting Neteyam’s injuries when she turned her head sharply to look at lo’ak when she heard what happened. “He called her what??” She need to hear lo’ak say it again. She was gonna fuck that sea Bitch up.

“Go apologise to Ao’nung.” Jake spoke softly.

“What.” Both lo’ak and Y/n spoke. Clearly ao’nung is in fault, why should lo’ak apologise.

“He’s the chief’s son. Do you understand.” Y/n looked at her father in disbelief. Neteyam held onto her arm to stop her from going out to find ao’nung herself.

“Just go. I don’t care how you do it, just go make peace.” Jake sighed and lo’ak went out to go find Ao’nung.

“Socks, you will stay put.” Jake warned her.

“Whaaat???”

Neteyam’s hold on her hand tightened.

“Let lo’ak do it himself. You stay here in the marui. Patch neteyam up or something.” Jake then left after giving her a final warning.

Once her father left she looked at neteyam in disbelief.

“Did you hear what I heard?” She asked him.

“Socks..”

“Dad is unbelievable.” She moved to go through a few small pots in the corner.

“Y/n listen-“

“That dumb overgrown fish decided to flap his tiny flippers at you and Lo’ak and it’s your fault?” She pulled neteyam down to sit next to her.

“I said listen-“

“Why should lo’ak apologise? It’s that son of a bit-“

“Y/n!” Neteyam held her shoulder and pushed to make her torso turn and face him. She stopped talking at looked up at him, her eyes glistening with tears that barely clung to her waterline.

“It’s not fair.” Her voice came out quieter than before. She looked down and picked up a clean rag and dampened it in a bowl of water.

“Y/n, dad knew it isn’t our fault.” Neteyam spoke softly. This probably is the first real conversation they have had since their argument. Before it was just small words and quick replies, most of the time they would avoid and ignore each other.

“Then why did he go and say all that?” She tried blinking away tears as she cleaned off dry blood on his face.

“He had to. He’s doing what he can to help our family fit in here.” Neteyam watched as his sister held in her tears. He moved a hand to hold her face.

“Y/n, sister, why are you crying?”

Her hand trembled as she continued cleaning his cuts.

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“Neteyam I’m-“

“You said it.”

She looked up at him, confused.

“What?”

He smiled softly.

“You said my name. It’s been a while since I heard you say it.”

She continued to look at him confused as he grinned stupidly at her. Her bottom lip wobbled and she smacked his shoulder.

“Ow!” He flinched back, rubbing his shoulder and lifting his eyes to glare at his sister but his eyes softened immediately when he saw a stream of tears running down her face. “Socks..” he moved closer to her, holding her in his arms even though he was still sore from the fight.

She cried for a while before calming down, her sobs reduced so small hiccups.

“What’s wrong? Are you crying because me and Lo’ak got hurt?” Neteyam asked.

“I’m never there.”

Now neteyam looked at her confused.

“What? Where do you need to be?”

“With you! With Kiri, Lo’ak and Tuk! I’m never there when I need to be.” Her voice wavered and neteyam brushed away her tears. “Even back when we are in the forest. I wasn’t there when… when you four were attacked by those human na’vi. I wasn’t there today when something as bad as a whole physical fight broke out. I know I’m not as reliable as you but I still want to be the big sister and protect you all…”

Neteyam closed his eyes and held his sister’s hands.

“Socks.. no.. Y/n, you do know that the younger three look up to you as much as they look up to me, right? If not then more.”

Y/n let out a small hiccup and looked up at him. Neteyam continued.

“We are twins, sister. You and me. However that does not mean we must compare ourselves to every little thing. You are Y/N. You are socks. You are the first daughter of Toruk makto. You protected our siblings from ao’nung before I even stepped in and did anything. You hit him with that shell remember? You protected Tuk and all I did was shout at you for it.”

Y/n felt her eyes water again, Neteyam kept holding her hands.

“I am sorry. I got too caught up in trying to do everything in a strategic way, my way, that I forgot to understand your way. I even refused to understand where you were coming from. You are amazing Y/n and I’m sorry I got too blind to see it.”

Neteyam looked into her eyes. Her eyes that were the exact same as his. Same shape, size and colour. He looked at her. He looked at his sister, his twin sister, his other half.

“I see you, sister.” He whispered.

Y/n chocked back on a sob and blinked away tears. She hated arguing with neteyam the most out of all of her siblings because it hurts the most. They hadn’t even spoken or looked at each other properly since their argument and it took neteyam getting physically hurt for her to talk to him again.

“I see you, brother.” She whispered back. Her arms wrapping around his body as she hugged him. He hugged her back and they stayed like that for a while.

“So how badly did you beat up ao’nung?” She asked, pulling away from him.

Neteyam chuckled.

“Well he is the cheif’s son, so I didn’t hurt him too bad but his friends however…” he trailed off but Y/n knew what he meant.

She lightly smacked him this time.

“Those poor boys. They probably don’t even know what a punch was, much less the types of punches. You should have gone easy on them.” She teased.

“I did go easy on them!”

She laughed. “Yeah right. You probably gave it your all, I know you weren’t holding back.”

“No socks, believe me, I was still holding my true strength in. I was holding my mighty warrior strength back.”

She laughed even more while going back to tending to his cuts and bruises.

After she was done patching neteyam up she was about to put all the healing paste and blood stained cloths away before she remembered she has another beaten up brother. She looked out of the marui and saw it was late already, the light of the day was gone and now stars littered the sky.

Y/n looked back at Neteyam.

“Lo’ak should be back by now, right? I was going to help him with that bloody nose of his.” She sighed.

Neteyam got up. “I’ll go get him, you should probably make more paste, he has bruises on his legs everywhere.”

Y/n nodded and went further in to the marui pod while neteyam went out, his steps calm as he went. Time passed and Neytiri came in with Tuk, chopping up the fish Y/n had caught earlier, however Neteyam still didn’t arrive.

Being a little worried that perhaps another fight broke out, and if that was the case then Y/n would not hesitate to jump in and fight as well, so she was about to head out of the mauri pod when she saw her father and Kiri talking.

“Mighty..” she heard Kiri say. What was mighty?

Just then Y/n heard footsteps and turned her head to see who it was. It was Neteyam and Ao’nung. Y/n couldn’t help the disgusted look on her face when her eyes landed on the sea boy. Why is he here?

Neteyam pulled Ao’nung over to Jake.

“Tell him. Tell him what you told me!” Neteyam’s voice wasn’t calm like it always was, no this time Y/n could hear the pure fear in his voice.

As she heard Ao’nung talk, she quickly understood why. Each word made her heart drop.

Lo’ak. Lost in sea. Alone. Missing.

Ao’nung you son of a bitch-

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[sickficspeedrun]

∬Intro post∬

Hi! I'm MarCoral, but you can call me Coral, and this blog is where i post my art and small side-stories of my fanfic over at ao3! my main is @mar-coral

-You can ask me anything about the story! i might answer with a drawing, text post, or a extra scene just for you!

-There will be holiday events where you can ask the characters questions! (same stuff from above but Character POV)

-All questions are to be Sfw

Tags!

Asks will be under #ask 🐸

My art will be under #Speedrun art and #Doodles

Stories will be under #main's side-story

Chapters will be under #main story

You might also see the tag #chapter [number] for easy archiving and placing side stories into the main one (ei. #chapter1 for things related to chap 1, headcanons, scenes off-screen, etc)

Masterlist (so far! Updt: 25/05/2025)

☆ Chapter 1: the start [ao3]

☆ Chapter 2: The patrol [ao3]

☆ Chapter 3: The manor [ao3]

☆ Chapter 4: Setting sun [ao3]

☆ Chapter 5: Puppies and Rain [ao3]

☆ Chapter 6: Sapphire News [ao3]

[spacerangerprince]

I ♥️ DASH SPRITE AS MY SIDEKICK! 🎮🧞⚡

#epicgames #fortnite #ios #battleroyale #solomode #chapter6 #season3 #super #superheroes #dashsprite #t3xacan0

[midnightwriteson]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61994635/chapters/165036397

Chapter 6 of You're Trying To Save Me is up! Check it out and enjoy!

[chillingchronicles]

Chapter 6 No Remorse

Something was compelling me to return to Lilith Blvd. I felt a deep curiosity about the bridge—its origins, its powers, and the ominous warning that I would regret crossing it. There had to be more to this bridge than met the eye.

Arriving at Lilith Blvd, I got out of the car, took John out of his car seat, and placed him in his stroller. As I approached the bridge with him, I remembered Dorris’s account of discovering it. The wind picked up, the clouds thickened, and the scent of rain was heavy in the air. A chill ran through me as the wind whipped my hair. A profound sense of dread washed over me, and I gripped John’s stroller tightly, sensing an unseen force tugging at it, as if trying to pull him away from me.

I quickly lifted John out of the stroller. He was unnervingly calm, not a single cry escaped his lips. I held him close, studying his solemn face. He wasn’t smiling, and something about him felt disturbingly off. I carried him toward the spot where Dorris had fallen from the bridge. I wanted answers about this bridge and its true nature.

Holding John high, he looked at me with an expression of sadness, as if he knew something terrible was about to happen. I held him over the edge of the bridge, our eyes locked, and tears streamed down his face. He kicked his legs frantically, and my heart ached. “John, I’m so sorry. I love you with all my heart,” I whispered, struggling with the impulse to let him go.

Suddenly, my arms were pulled back, forcefully preventing me from dropping him. It felt as if Dorris was intervening, stopping me from harming John. I was horrified by the thought. This wasn’t like me at all—I felt controlled by some external force. I would never intentionally hurt John.

I slowly walked toward the end of the bridge, a cold gust of wind brushing past my ears. A soothing, melodic voice echoed, “I’ll tell you anything you want to know, give me an offering.”

I looked down at John in my arms, kissed his forehead, and saw him smile. The tears had stopped. With a heavy heart, I threw him over the ledge. The bridge erupted in a wicked laugh that sent shivers down my spine and raised goosebumps on my skin.

“What would you like to know?” the voice inquired.

“Well, what are you? And where did you come from?”

“I am a deity, the death goddess and a warrior. I sought to rise through the ranks to compete with the other top warrior goddesses, but a battlefield injury halted my progress. That’s more than you need to know for now.”

“Others? Are there more like you?”

“That’s all I have for now. If you wish to know more, you know where to find me.”

I now feel a consuming urge to find my next victim. Greed has taken over my body, and I no longer recognize myself. I feel no remorse for what I did to baby John.

[theformulaforsuccess]

Join Douglas Vandergraph as he dives deep into Chapter 6 of Napoleon Hill’s Think and Grow Rich, where he explains the powerful role of imagination in achieving success. Discover the difference between synthetic and creative imagination and learn how to use your mind’s workshop to turn dreams into reality. If you’re ready to unlock your potential and transform your ideas into actionable plans, this video is for you. Don’t miss Douglas’s insightful breakdown of one of the most important success principles from Hill’s timeless classic.

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[twes2363a]

This video is from one of my stories called Demon in the Closet that is now revamped. This is the full episode of Chapter 6 of Demon in the Closet. Synopsis: Debby's life is changed forever after the sudden disappearance of her parents. She must find them before it's too late.

[cursedspau]

Chapter 6:

BLOG N°3

Randy Marsh

05/03/2008 - 1.25 PM

Subject : Some news

I'm back after almost 3 days, taking care of little Kyle. How is this possible? Well, a few days ago, when I went to investigate at the Broflovski's, me and a kid who helped me found the body in pretty bad shape. The kid took care of him and I took him back to look after the poor boy. If you're interested, he's doing well, if you can call it that. He's often silent and quiet, but when I talk to him he answers me. That's a good thing, because the last time, he didn't really dare speak.

I gave him some of my son's toys and a phone that stays on all the time in case he needs to call me if there's a problem. The kid who was with us gave him a spirit box (a radio used to communicate with spirits) which I put around his neck like a necklace so he wouldn't lose it. He doesn't seem to mind its appearance, which is rather odd.

In short, everything's going well.

See you later for a new blog and a future video perhaps.

[everyryuujisuguro]

[dokidokimori]

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[sickficspeedrun]

me blabbering bc i just can't wait [some spoilers for chapter 6 and future]

AHHHHH

OKAY OAKEY

First of all, capitalized words? Yeah, When POV of the Swaps sanses, Capitalized letters mean respect. So When Swap talks about himself being a royal guard, is lowercase, but when he talks of others being Royal Guards, he uses capitalized letters at the start. BECAUSE he respects the title and job, but he doesn't think highly of himself when he was doing said job. bc he thinks he brought "shame" into the occupation.

HOWEVER! When Blue talks about the Council, he uses capitalized letters at the start bc that's an authority figure, that's respect that given by default. A direct drawback to the fact he's not as acquainted to them as Swap is. therefore doesn't know them well or their true intentions. This, obviously, the members use to their advantage. But no-one outside really knows to what extent. Less even Blue.

Berry, who we don't see here, but will soon- gives no fucks, everything is earned for him. guardian, council, royal guard, etc, all in lowercase. As teens often do, he hates authority figures with a passion. And even if he does respect Dream, he despises the title that forces him into impossible high standards and away from them. I'll say that he's the only one that sees Dream as Dream before any title that comes after. I will be proyecting into this tiny angry bastard, so be prepared. ( •̀ ω •́ )

As for the rest, their capitalized letters will come randomly and to give intention or emotion.

Also also also-

Killer.

Mmmmmm. Killer…..killer is…..complicated? A bitch? a sad boy confirmed? He’s a ton that’s for sure. Morbidly curious 👀. On mornings he needs entertainment, something, someone, ANYTHING that makes him forget he exists at all. I will be trying to make his personality and story more canon-wise but slightly to the left. Bc this is a fanfic, not a character study (although I really wanna do one of those someday).

Dust boy, bitchboy, cuntydeppresedsassy boy. Dare I say more? This bitch just woke up in the courtyard fountain, was found and woken by the gangs big bear, forced into said bears piyamas, dragged to his room to take his pills (they don’t really work that well) and dragged back downstairs. Where killer finds them half an hour later. He’s too tired to stab killer but be aware he’s thinking of it 🔪🩸🎯

Horror? Horror just wants his breakfast. And know what the fuck is going on. Boy is he lost. Also- ✨migraines ✨ that head wound doesn’t come without perks. And he and dust have been pals for a while now. Killer unsettles him, so dust is the most normal person that he can cling to. Even if he knows one (☝️) wrong move and he’s saying goodbye to his arm.

YeAh that’s about it 👍 if i start to analize the whole chap we'll be here all day

[theswordandthechosen]

An old man's advice

[fantomette22]

Yesterday and today i re read the 5 chapters of my fic (bloodborne fic)! It was so cool! :3 another proof you got to write for yourself first! It’s so great to see this little story take form little by little as well as the characters just being there, living and beginning to evolve seeing all the lil pieces being put in place (+ i catch a few mistakes too ahah 😬)

Gosh i have 20 chaps planned so far help me… (but that will depend of the size of each part too and if i found new ideas)

So yeah it’s sure a long read but i am happy! And it’s a good times remember a few elements i introduced earlier to stay coherent.

[ladsrlife]

What are you doing step brother???!!!

Caleb x Reader

Where you start living with your step-brother for uni and the relationship starts to take an interesting turn...

tags: 18+ nsfw/smut, slow burn, angst, taboo, obsessive/yandere caleb 😋

Chapter 1💗 Chapter 2💗 Chapter 3💗 Chapter 4💗 Chapter 5💗Chapter6💗 Chapter 7💗

Also started posting on ao3 :)

Highly NSFW chapter so pls beware !!!

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Chapter 8

“Wait - Caleb -”

You manage to choke out between gasps for air.

After you kissed him, you saw Caleb’s eyes melt from startlement to hunger in a single heartbeat. He leaned in, large hands rising to cup your face, and kissed you back with a tenderness that was almost hesitant at first. Soft, wet sounds filled the room as he sucked gently on your lower lip, slow and savoring.

What began as breathy pecks quickly turned into something deeper. More desperate. His kisses grew faster, messier, and soon you were struggling to breathe properly. With a sharp, ragged inhale, Caleb tilted his head and pressed in harder - devouring you like he couldn’t get enough.

You had no choice but to clutch his shoulders for support as he pushed you into the bed, smothering your mouth with his. His tongue moved tenderly inside your mouth, coaxing yours into a slow dance - exploring, teasing, brushing against the most sensitive corners until your whole body began to tremble.

Your mind grew dazed from the sheer heat, from the lack of air, from the noise - his staggered breaths, your own whimpers, the slick sounds of your mouths meeting over and over in a breathless rhythm.

As the kiss prolonged, you started to worry that someone might come in.

But even as you manage to choke out his name, you’re silenced again by his mouth finding yours.

After several attempts, you manage to push him back far enough to break the kiss and look at him.

Your insides jump at how he looks.

Disheveled. Hungry. And close enough to losing it.

He doesn’t look to be in the right mind.

You wonder if he can even hear what you’re saying.

“Caleb. What if someone comes in?” You whisper to him, his face inches away from yours. You can feel his barely contained ragged breath fan across your lips.

His large hand cups your lower back tight against him, while the other is propped beside your head on the bed, steadying the weight of his body from completely collapsing onto yours.

His dark, violet eyes shift to your mouth. Then, as if someone’s forcing him, he turns his head to view the closed room door. His eyes shift again to your mouth, and then, as if fighting off an urge, he swallows, deep, calms his breathing, and loosens the grip around you to stand up.

“I’ll go lock the door.” He says quietly but urgently.

But just as he turns to leave, you grab his wrist. His skin is burning. He turns to looks at you, and the intensity of his stare scares you.

“No, Caleb. I… I don’t think this is the right place.” You say to him.

He knits his brows as if he doesn’t understand what you’re saying.

“We can continue…” You avert your eyes and feel your face heating up as you say it. “…back at home.”

A sharp breath escapes his lips. The way he looks at you, it’s like he’s immersed in the thought of your suggestion, or like he’s having trouble not jumping at you again.

Then, with a sigh, he rubs his hand across his face a couple times, up to and down his brown hair, and visibly calms down.

“Right. Sorry.” He says, gently reaching and caressing your hair, the intensity from a few seconds ago completely dissipating like a mirage.

He lets out a sheepish smile. “Might’ve gotten a bit carried away.”

You smile back at him, fix your hand holding his wrist, so that his fingers lace with yours. You bring it up to your mouth to plant a small peck.

“So… what does this make us?” You ask him, looking up. You know it’s a cheesy, overdone statement. But you just can’t help it.

But unlike your worries of coming off as clingy, the question seems to ignite something in Caleb. You have to rush to stop him from leaning in to kiss again. While you’re pressing his shoulders to push him away, he grins jokingly and affectionately and pulls you in for a hug, your arms folding in between his chest and yours.

You can feel his heart pumping, racing through the cotton cloth onto your hands. As if offering his heart, he tells you, voice velvet and gentle,

“I’m yours, if you’ll have me.”

Your heart swells at his poetic words. You wrap your arms around his torso and bury your face into his chest. You breathe in his minty, musky scent and release a sigh.

He doesn’t wait for your answer, however.

“But just so you know, pipsqueak…” He lowers his head near yours, and his voice rings right above your ears, tone sweet and seductive, like Eve to Adam.

“Some things can’t be undone once you start them.”

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After a little bit more talking, the two of you head back out to the living room.

You greet Ethan and Jessica (while you swallow a large, thick lump of guilt) who has a gauze plastered on her nose, by the couch. She says with a reassuring grin that it’s not broken, just a little bruised. The two of them ask if you’re alright, and you reply (also guiltily) that you think you had a small heat stroke, but it’s better now that you got some sleep.

The four of you lounge around, chatting idly - first about Jessica’s latest favorite TV show, then drifting into scandalous celebrity rumors, a few snarky comments about university professors, and finally, the upcoming midterms.

As the conversation begins to fizzle, Caleb chimes in smoothly, suggesting that you all head back to the city an hour early, since everyone seems worn out.

Jessica and Ethan nod along, not too enthusiastically, while your heart skips a quiet, guilty beat in anticipation.

After packing the trunk of Caleb’s black Land Rover with suitcases, bags, and leftover snacks, you slide into the passenger seat beside him. Jessica and Ethan climb into the back.

Despite their initial reluctance, Jessica and Ethan soon dose off to sleep. The highway stretches ahead, endless and quiet, and soon only the steady rhythm of Ethan’s baby snores fills the silence.

Caleb’s hand is steady on the wheel, the setting sun spilling warmly across his profile. You steal a glance, only to look away again when he glances back at you.

“You should get some rest too.” Caleb murmurs next to you, careful not to wake the others.

“Not sleepy.” You reply as you grab a chip from the bag of Lay’s, and bring it close the Caleb’s mouth, to which he sticks out his chin and eats obediently, eyes still on the road. His pink lips brush lightly against your index finger and thumb.

As you’re about to pull back, he grabs your hand and covers it with silent pecks, his wide grin spreading in between.

You pull back and lightly swat his arm, glance backwards to check if the two are still sleeping.

You know they are by the steady snoring and deep breaths, but still, it worries you. Caleb, on the other hand, chuckles at your reaction, like he’s not involved in this as well.

You give him a sharp glare, to which he smiles even wider. He tilts his chin up with a smug little nod, like he wants you to feed him another chip. You find his cocky attitude both ridiculous and weirdly endearing - and despite yourself, you can’t stop the smile that creeps out. You end up sharing the entire bag of chips on the way home.

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You’d secretly worried you wouldn’t know how to act around Caleb once the two of you were alone. Well, it wasn’t a far stretch, as the car did fall dead silent after Jessica and Ethan left. The two of you were unusually silent even while walking through the parking lot, in the elevator, in the corridors, all the way up to the apartment.

But you didn’t expect him to shower kisses on you the moment you entered the house.

Before you even hear the click of the lock, Caleb's arms are around your waist - pulling you back, flush against the firm line of his body.

You gasp softly, shivering when his warm lips graze your ear, damp from his breath.

“Caleb-“

At the breathy sound of his name on your lips, he lets out a moan bordering on whimper, right into your skin. The sound vibrates down your spine.

You turn in his arms, wrapping yours around his neck, and your mouths find each other in the same breath. This time, the kiss is deep and needy from the start.

Your brain fogs as his tongue seeks yours, his lips dragging across the tender corners of your mouth. Every time he sucks on the sensitive inner part of your lips, you can’t stop the moan that escapes you - and he swallows each one like it’s the only thing he wants to hear.

You thread your fingers through his soft brown hair and tug him closer. He groans into your mouth, arms tightening around your waist, pulling your body flush against his - like he’s trying to mold you to him.

A shiver runs down your spine as something rock hard rubs against your lower abdomen.

“Fuck-“ He gasps, lips parting as he exhales raggedly, tongue just barely visible between his flushed, swollen lips.

His eyes are hazy, dark, and his boyish features are drawn tight with focus - like every part of him is consumed by a single thought.

You let out a breathless sound as he nudges you to wrap your legs around his waist—his hands strong and steady, one cradling your lower back, the other gripping your thigh.

You moan against the curve of his neck when his hardened length rubs against your most sensitive spot.

His deep breaths soak into your skin as he kisses the side of your neck, his lips not once leaving your skin, like he wants to devour you. absorb you.

Before you know it, your back meets a soft surface - his bed, and you sink in helplessly, overwhelmed by the sensation of it all - his kisses, fervent yet reverent, your moans, his moans, every sense melting into a hot boil within you.

His lips find your ear once more, his hot tongue tracing along the curve of your cartilage, slow and wet, before sliding down to your earlobe. He sucks on it like candy, and as his warm breath travels down your ear and onto your heart, you let out a long, uncontrollable moan, the loudest yet.

The sound makes him inhale sharply, almost like it short-circuits his brain. His breath grows ragged, deeper, messier. He moves lower, to your neck, where his lips latch onto the tender skin, sucking hard. You shiver violently.

You tremble beneath him, clutching at his head and back with both arms, pulling him impossibly closer. And when you do, he shudders too, his body jerking like it’s barely holding together.

The sounds - gasps, moans, breathless whimpers - bleed into one another, overlapping in stuttered rhythm. His lips devour yours with growing urgency, each kiss deeper, sloppier than the last. You can barely breathe, barely think, as his hands roam your body in broad, desperate sweeps, like he doesn’t know what to touch first or last or more. You grip around his shoulders and tighten your thighs around his hips, to which he moans into your mouth, chest heaving like he’s run miles, breath hitching, ragged. You both tremble like you’re on the verge of collapsing.

“Caleb-” you whimper his name, voice frayed and raw with need.

That’s when he suddenly lets out a long, strained sound - a low, guttural moan that rips from the depths of him, rough and uncontained.

His body locks up, muscles tight, breath coming in short, jagged bursts as he goes still above you.

The room goes silent, lest the labored breathing from you and him.

You blink, not knowing the reason behind his sudden stillness.

You’re even more confused when Caleb suddenly starts laughing against your skin, like he can’t believe himself.

“Why are you laughing?” You ask him, breathless and confused.

While he’s still laughing, body shaking from the laughter, he shakes his head incredulously, as if words have abandoned him.

“Nothing… I’m just happy.” He murmurs, still chuckling, and presses soft kisses along your chin.

You decide to let it go. Instead, you rake your fingers through his luscious hair, while he finds your neck once again, this time tenderly kissing down to your collar bone.

“So, so happy.” He says, in between kisses.

He inhales deeply.

“You smell good.” He murmurs.

“Really? I didn’t spray anything though.” You say.

“You always smell good. Something about your skin…”

You find yourself fluttering your eyes shut as his kisses deepen along your collarbone.

“…drives me crazy”

His hoarse, breathy voice makes your innermost core tingle. Without a word, he gently guides your arms back around his neck, before lifting you up with ease. You instinctively hold on as he moves, and in the next moment, he’s sitting cross-legged on the bed, with you straddling his lap.

His lips find yours again, and this time, the kiss is tender, softer, and less urgent, as his hands roam slowly across your hips and back.

The slowness to which he sucks your lips leaves you dizzy and breathless.

As lips part, a thin string of saliva drops between you and him. You follow it with your eyes. Then shift to meet his - still full of their usual softness - but also red from desire, almost like he’s cried - and dead focused on yours, like he’s watching a movie requiring great concentration.

And meeting his eyes like this - it makes you feel more connected to him than you thought was possible.

You want to sink into him. Deeper. and Deeper.

You murmur. “I want to touch you.”

The emotions behind his eyes flicker, as if your words directly caressed his soul. He replies, voice low and quiet. “I’m yours. Do whatever you want.” He holds your hand and guides it to his chest. You feel his rhythmical, thumping heartbeat. It’s so loud it almost feels raw, vulnerable. “You don’t need to ask for permission.”

You extend your hand and push it under his cotton shirt. He sharply inhales, whimpers, when your hand touches his firm abdomen. The air inside his shirt seems to be few degrees warmer. His skin is hot. As you use both hands to feel his toned stomach and back, he rests his head against your shoulder, locks of hair tickling your neck every time he shudders at your touch.

As if he can’t hold back any more, he lifts his hands to mirror your movements, careful at first. You gasp as his calloused hands enter your tight shirt, not leaving any room between his palm and your skin. It glazes over, from the front to the back, and the hard spots on his palm stimulate your skin in a way that leaves you moaning and leaning into his frame.

Your cheek now presses into his, and you hear his deep, vocal breaths as he brings his hands back to the front to slide under your bra and cup your breasts in one smooth motion.

You gasp as his large thumbs graze against your hardened nipples, to which he moans and kisses your ear in return.

His hands start kneading your breasts with no shame, and you, feeling hot and dazy and over stimulated, as he also licks your ear and moans in it, buckle your hips forward to grind against his hard, throbbing dick, which has been grazing against your ass ever since you changed positions.

He lets out a long, throaty moan.

In an instant, he flips you onto the bed, pulls you by the thighs so that his groin presses deeper into you.

You squirm and pant, but his grip remains firm. He looks down at you with a predatory gaze that makes you jolt with excitement.

“It’s hard to hold back when you do that, pipsqueak.”

He says, voice low.

“You were holding back?” You ask, genuinely curious.

He playfully smiles and hums at your question, like he’s curious about it too.

With one hand on your hip, still holding it so that your body angles upwards against his hips, he uses the other to gently slide it across your abdomen, pushing your t-shirt up and slowly revealing your torso.

“…You have no idea.”

He murmurs, before lowering his head and kissing your upper breasts.

You let out a moan as he sucks on the skin like it’s made of pudding - gobbling, biting, and licking.

“You-” you say between breaths, looking down at him, fully immersed in the act, “don’t, need-to, hold, back.”

He lets out a deep breath, one that sounds like he’s been holding it in, and your hands find his hair again as his mouth finds your nipple. You grasp and pull at his hair as his warm breath tickles your sensitive bud. He sucks, hard. Nibbles. Teases. Every time you tug, he lets out a throaty moan, and you don’t know who’s louder - you or him.

You hear his breathing get louder and heavier, almost like the churning of a steam train, when his free hand trails down, fingers hooking onto the waistband of your sweatpants. Startled, you instinctively press your hips down hard against the bed, halting his motion.

“Lift your hips.” He orders, voice low.

“Wait-” You tell him.

He raises his head to meet your eyes. His lips are red and glossy from the saliva. His cheeks are flushed, and his eyes are dazed.

“I,” you stumble out. “Shouldn’t we shower first?”

There’s a slight pause.

Then he places his hands under the small of your back, and lifts you up. As he stands up, you wrap your arms around his neck to keep from falling, and you jolt every time his groin grinds against yours as he takes a step.

“Let’s shower together.” He says, looking at you with a seductive smile, his hair tousled and unkempt, his eyebrows slightly tilted downwards, his eyes upturned, with a peculiar ease about it - it makes it hard to say no. “Like when we were little, yeah?” He adds, chuckling like he finds the irony of it funny.

As the two of your each the bathroom - the shared one between his room and yours, he sits you down on the toilet seat cover and pulls your shirt over your head.

“It’s weird if you think about it now.” He continues as he undresses you.

He undoes your bra and helps you slide it off, his eyes roaming over your chest with no trace of shame.

“You were eight, I was ten, showering together.”

You tug at his shirt and he crosses both arms to pull it off swiftly, revealing his toned, big upper body. It makes you almost salivate.

“What’s wrong with that?” You say, unable to look away from his big, thick chests.

“Well, don’t you think it’s a bit too old?” He says, stepping out of his sweats.

“Not really.” You answer, as he helps you step out of yours.

All of a sudden you feel self conscious, with only your navy blue panties on.

You stare down at it to check if there’s nothing weird with how you look, and then look up to freeze.

You can see the outline of Caleb’s dick through his tight black square boxers. The seams look like it’s about to burst. The lewdness of it makes your mind go blank.

“Ngh- Caleb!”

You scream and grab his hand as his large thumb finds the hollow of your groin, sliding across the fabric of your underwear.

“It’s soaking wet.” He says, voice a notch rougher, as he pulls you in for a hug, still thumbing it.

Embarrassed, you swat at his hand and struggle to find the correct words to explain.

“This is- it’s…!”

He chuckles and grasps your hand to place it on the front of his underwear, and you notice that it’s wet, too.

“It’s normal. See?” He says, his ragged breath soaking your ear, making you tremble.

Still hugging you close to him, he slides down yours, then his underwear in one go, and hoists you up once again to carry you into the bath tub.

You pant as you feel his raw member rubbing against your lower stomach all the way down to your groin. You gaze down to see its red tip, squeezed between his hard abdomen and yours, glazed with cream and dripping something clear.

As he steps in the bath tub, he lets you down and moves to turn on the faucet.

That’s when you see it.

It’s the first time you’ve really seen it free.

Well, it’s the first time you’ve ever really seen anyone’s, really.

Was it supposed to be that big and thick? How did guys hide it in their underwear?

It nods up and down as you stare at it, creamy, dark, and red. Dripping.

You reach out instinctively to grab it. The water starts pouring from above, and in an instant, you’re pulled into a tight embrace as Caleb kisses you fervently, moaning into your mouth as he guides your hand up and down his slick member.

Lewd sounds fill the bathroom while he devours your mouth, and as you struggle for air, you feel the skin of his dick slide up and down each time you jerk it, his large hand covering yours, leading you through the rhythm.

That’s when he suddenly reaches between your legs, and starts rubbing across your groin.

As your legs buckle he holds you up, and his fingers roam as if he’s searching for something.

“Caleb-” you say his name, because that’s all you can really do, when you’re so overwhelmed. He responds by biting on your neck, breath heavy and loud.

You squirm once his index finger finds a spot and digs into it, pushing through into your insides.

The way he’s stretching you, it feels unsafe. Is this normal? You’ve only ever touched yourself by rubbing your clitoris - it’s the first time you’ve ever placed anything inside you.

Your grip around his dick loosens as you feel his long finger move up and down inside you, going deeper and faster each time. What started off as mild discomfort morphs into a strange pleasure, your body warming up and responding to his movements obediently.

You cling onto his neck as you find yourself unable to stand right up any longer, and he responds to your moans by stretching your entrance open and slowly inserting another.

You grimace through the initial discomfort, and soon your pants become uncontrollable moans as he fingers you deep, stretching your insides in a circular motion, hitting a spot that makes you tremble and gasp.

He roughly shuts the faucet and murmurs roughly.

“I think we’re done showering.”

He hoists you up and steps out of the bath tub, water dripping from both your hair and bodies, grabs a towel and dry yours and his carelessly, before tossing it aside and pushing you onto his bed.

You watch him open and grab something from the drawer next to his bed, but before you can register what it is, he starts showering you with open mouth kisses once more. His fingers find their way inside you once again.

You moan loudly into his mouth as his fingers find their way and repeatedly press into your sensitive spot, sparks shooting up your body and putting you on edge.

“Wait- it feels weird-” You gasp as you feel a new kind of warmth spreading from your groin to your abdomen.

You attempt to grab at his hand without success. He doesn’t stop. Rather, he goes at it faster.

“Don’t worry.” He murmurs. “I’ll make you feel real good.”

His fingers - you don’t know how many - thrust through you repeatedly, until you’re screaming and tugging at his hair, shivers running up and down your body into your mind, trembling and jerking, while something starts to squirt out of your vagina every time he thrusts relentlessly.

You’re embarrassed out of your mind and try to stop him, but he holds you down firmly and keeps at it, until you’re tilting your head back and crying out of pleasure.

You pant and squirm as you lie in his bed lifelessly, still recovering from the intense release, when you feel the bed sink as he climbs on top of you, then feel something thick pressing against your hole.

You look down to see his dick, now covered in a clear condom, pressing at the place between your legs. Its size is nothing like his fingers. It scares you.

“Wait, Caleb - I don’t think it’s going to fit!” You say as you scramble backwards on the bed on your elbows.

He pulls you back down, hand firm on your ankles.

“It’s fine. I promise it won’t hurt. Tell me if it does, okay?” He says gently, with a certain urgency behind it, pressing kisses across your temple and cheeks.

You nod and gulp as you feel him push through.

“Wait!” You stop him as you feel your entrance sting as it stretches.

He pulls back immediately.

“Stick out your tongue.” He orders, to which you follow obediently.

He sucks at it tenderly while his fingers reach for your vagina again, carefully stretching it out and kneading at its insides.

You’re trembling and whimpering against his mouth when you feel his fingers leave and something much thicker insert itself again. This time, it stretches you in a way that makes you tremble.

“Shit ah-” Caleb trembles against you. His forehead glistens from sweat and his biceps fully flex as he supports his weight above you. “Relax. Pipsqueak. You’re gonna cut my dick off.” He says between shudders, a small smile playing by his lips.

You release a breath you weren’t realizing you were holding - and that’s when his dick slides into you, suddenly thrusting deep in one go.

Both you and him moan and sharply tilt your head back from the sheer wave of desire that crashes over like a tsunami.

“Wait Caleb. It feels weird-” You say between pants, as he slowly starts thrusting inside you.

“You’re not,” His voice is strained. “fooling, anyone.” he says between thrusts, “with those eyes.”

You shiver. You wonder whether you look the same as him, as you meet his darkened, murky eyes.

You’re pulled into their magnetic force and stare back dumbly, mouth agape, while warmth spreads over your entire body, reaching and caressing the very core of your being, filling you with a new kind of fullness you’ve never felt before in your life.

Every thrust sends a jolt up your body. You gasp. Shiver. Tremble.

His thrusts get faster and deeper. The lewd sound of his balls hitting your skin echo throughout the room, alongside moans that get louder, throatier.

“Ah-” He gasps, eyes fluttering closed. “Feels. So. Good.”

He thrusts fast and quick like he’s on autodrive. Like he can’t control his own hips.

Your eyes roll back in your head as he hits a particular spot that makes your mind flicker in bright, white flashes.

“Wait- I’m-” You half-scream. Your hands search for something to grab onto - you feel like you’re falling - Caleb’s hands lace around yours and press them firmly to the bed. The angle deepens and he thrusts deep, directly onto the spot. You scream. He doesn’t stop. He snaps his hips up brutally, deeper and stronger until you’re a screaming mess. Your back arches into his body and liquid starts to gush out of you with each thrust.

All the while, your eyes remain locked with his, cloudy with desire, as you fight to keep them open as they flutter shut with every spark. His face distorts as he lets out a long, throaty moan, and pumps into you in jagged, hungry bursts, like he’s trying to bury the very base of his dick inside of you. He grabs hold of your hips and pounds into it, wet, slapping sounds ringing in the room like thunder, until the bedframe creaks, until your body can’t take it anymore and starts twitching violently, until the moans become incomprehensible, primal sounds - until one strong thrust, where Caleb groans, deep and dirty, and the two of you climax together, filthily moaning into each others mouths.

As he collapses on top of you, breathless and trembling, you both shudder from the afterglow still pulsing through your bodies.

The sweet, musky scent of his skin fills your lungs, thick and dizzying, deepening the haze that already clouds your senses.

“Wow.”

“Yeah.”

You both exclaim like the both of you can’t believe it. How terrifyingly good it feels.

You’re still twitching when he pulls out from you - leaving your hole feeling bare - and grabs another package from his drawer.

Your mouth drops as you notice him growing big. Again. Slick with cum after removing the condom.

He flips you over.

“Wait, weren’t we finished?” You ask, scrambling to look back at him.

He looks down at you with a certain calmness from the after glow, while sliding a condom on his member.

“What do you mean, pipsqueak?”

His pink, glossy lips turn upward, and you see his words echo, almost in slow motion.

“We’re just getting started.”

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Ok so this was the first time I tried writing smut and I actually had so much fun haha I don't know how I feel about this... am I... a pervert?

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